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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months

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Flufftober Day 19 | We’ll always protect you

Pairing | Fiancé!Steve Rogers x Fiancée!Avenger!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.9K

Summary | It has always been Steve's dream to become a Dad, and suddenly, that opportunity seems closer than he could ever have envisioned. When a little girl is abandoned in front of the Avengers Compound, he can't help but take an immediate liking to her, and he feels the urge to keep her safe no matter what.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, angst: Child abandonment (they’re left at the Compound), mention of infertility, mentions/descriptions of anxiety. Hurt/comfort.

Prompt(s) | 19. Keeping someone safe | @flufftober

A/n | I've been thinking of writing something like this for a while, and I'm happy I've finally got a chance to do it! I hope you will all enjoy this one. Writing was quite a challenge, but I hope I could do this topic at least a bit of justice.

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

It is a beautiful spring day, and you and your fiancé, Steve, are on a run through New York together. In all fairness, he keeps his pace lower just so he can keep up with you, and he usually runs some more on a treadmill afterward, but the quality time together is always excellent.

"Can we... just for a... I need to stop," you pant as you slow your pace and come to a complete stop shortly after. Steve can't help but smile as he sees your bright red face from running, sweat dripping everywhere, and your hair a whole mess.

And still, despite all that, he can't keep his hands off you as he pulls you close for a much-needed kiss. Who needs air when you have a delicious super soldier who has to touch you constantly?

"It's not fair that I'm all sweaty, and you didn't even get a tinge of color on your cheeks from our run…" you say with a pout, though you're still thankful he wants to come along with you, even if it's just for some company.

He swiftly kisses your pout away with a sweet, tender kiss that has the butterflies in your stomach fly harder than usual.

"I can think of a good way to break a sweat when we're back, though," he says with a glint of mischief, and you already like where this is going.

"We better head back then, right?" you say after taking off, and Steve follows immediately until he matches your pace again. The last 2 miles went by in a blur, and before you know it, you're back at the Compound.

You're about to open the door when Steve suddenly stops, as his super soldier hearing is picking something up. He hears a faint cry somewhere and can't let it go, so he excuses himself.

When he rounds the corner and walks towards the garage of the Compound, the crying gets more significant, and that's when he sees it.

There's a baby wrapped in a thick bundle of blankets with a note tucked between the blankets on their belly, and they're crying uncontrollably. Steve can feel his heart breaking as he crouches to pick them up.

Before you can even ask what's going on, Steve's holding the baby close to his chest while rocking them back and forth slowly.

You gently get the note out of the blankets, and when you read it, your heart shatters into a million pieces. As you fight against the tears, you tell Steve what's on the card, though it's hard to do that and fight against your tears simultaneously.

Please, take good care of her because I can't do it; I'm sorry. She deserves a life I can't provide her, though I hope you can. Her name is Isabella, and she was born on October 12, 2023.

"Steve, she's only a week old! How can someone do this to her?!" you ask as you let the tears flow, and Steve is fighting against them as well, though he tries to be strong for the both of you.

"Let's bring her to Dr. Cho first to check her over, and after, we'll see what we have to do next, okay?" Steve says softly, and little Isabella has calmed down immensely, even falling asleep in Steve's arms.

"I just… I don't fucking get it!" You say as you let your anger take the best of you, and you immediately regret it as you wake up Isabella, who starts wailing.

"Sshhh, it's okay, Babygirl, you're safe with us. We'll always protect you," Steve shushes her, but you can't believe someone would do this to such a perfect human being.

After you've found out that you're infertile, it hits even closer to home, and you have to remove yourself from the situation before you do anything you'll regret later on.

"I- I can't, Steve. You take her, and I'm going to shower," you say without looking at him, knowing that if you do that, you will lash out at him even though none of this is either of your faults.

Steve takes little Isabella to the medbay in the meantime to have her looked over by Dr. Cho, and after some careful examinations, she has been deemed fully healthy, apart from a bit of malnourishment.

"I will give you a list of basics you need to get for her since she obviously won't be breastfeeding, but I also need to contact Child Protective Services, Captain Rogers," Dr. Cho explains, and Steve nods in understanding.

"I get it; I just hope they don't take her away from us. I don't think we'd be able to get through that, especially not with everything she's gone through," Steve says, referencing your infertility.

As it turns out, though, neither of you needed to worry about Isabella being taken away from the two of you.

Today is the last visit of the social worker before they decide if she can stay with the pair of you, and you've been anxious and walking on eggshells around everybody for about a week now.

"Munchkin, can you come here for a few seconds?" Steve asks, but you're too nervous, still pacing the room. You've changed your outfit three times and styled your hair just as many times.

The anxiety is taking over your mind and making Isabella nervous, too, but you haven't noticed that. Steve most definitely has, however, and he can't take it anymore.

"Okay, if you don't want to listen, I'm going to take matters into my own hands," he says as he walks over to you, pulling you into his chest, and you just let yourself melt into his touch as his strong arms hold you close to him.

"We're going to be okay; I know we will be. You heard what the lady said; we have nothing to be worried about because she has never seen two people who are more cut out to be parents than us," Steve says, and you can't help but let the tears flow, your hands fisted the back of his shirt.

"I just- We're so close, Steve! I can't lose her now... She's such a perfect little girl and deserves the life we can provide her. And- and I love her so much, it's like she's my daughter that I brought into this world," you say between sniffles.

"I know, Munchkin, but I have all the faith in the world that she can stay with us," Steve reassures you with lots of kisses. When there's a sudden knock on the door, you get snapped out of it and rush to the bathroom to fix your make-up.

Steve picks up Isabella, who is wearing a white playsuit with red hearts all over it and looks adorable. The social worker is ready to go immediately when he opens the door.

"Come on in; Y/N will be joining us in a few minutes," Steve says, and he offers her a drink, which she happily agrees to.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I wasn't here to greet you!" you say as you sit in front of the social worker, taking Isabella from Steve and giving her a bottle you prepared before walking into the living room.

"She's perfect, isn't she? And that little suit she's wearing makes you fall in love with her instantly," she says with a big smile, and you couldn't agree more.

Steve comes back soon after and sits down next to you, his arm laid over the back of the couch so he can still touch you.

"Well, I suppose I shall start with the good news first. I have had a few meetings with a judge, you two, of course, and one other social worker on this case to see if she can stay with the two of you, and I can officially congratulate the two of you! If you still want to, you can adopt little Isabella," she says, and you look over at Steve, tears streaming down both of your faces.

"Are- Are you sure?" you ask, and after one more confirmation, you let yourself sag against the back of the couch, still mindful of Isabella, who is happily drinking away.

A few weeks later, all three of you are at the courthouse to sign the adoption papers, and from that moment on, you're the proud parents of your little girl, Isabella Rogers.

When all three of you arrive back at the Avengers Compound, you are surprised by a small get-together Tony has planned for Isabella and the fact that you are finally having the family that you have dreamt of.

Everyone is taking their turns to cuddle with Isabella until it is time for her to get a bottle, and this time, Steve has taken to the task, so Tony has pulled you apart for a minute.

"How're you feeling?" Tony asks as you're standing in the kitchen, the get-together still happening in the living room. You're glad Tony is also taking the time to look after you; you love how he is just like your second Dad.

"Relieved, mostly, but I suppose it is also a double feeling. I know, and I'm delighted that she's ours, that she is part of our family now, but it also stings a little bit that she's not biologically mine, you know?" you say with a sigh, tears prickling behind your eyes.

"The one thing I wanted more than anything is to become a Mom, and even though I achieved that goal, it almost feels like I've cheated life or something," you say, and Tony pulls you in for a big hug, letting the tears stream freely.

You don't need him to say anything, and it's as if he can sense it because he holds you close while you let out your tears. Steve has come to check up on you, but once he sees you're with Tony, he kisses your head before returning to the party. He knows you're in good hands.

When you've finally calmed down, Tony says something that warms your heart.

"Listen to me, okay? You're the best mother Isabella could have ever wished for, and this is the universe's way of telling you that you should have been her Mom all along. She was born to end up with the two of you, and there's nowhere else she should be right now," he says, his hand placed on your cheek, his thumb rubbing reassuringly over your cheekbone.

"Thank you so much, Tony. It means the world to hear you say that. And thank you for being by our sides through everything; I will never be able to repay you for everything you did but know that I am deeply thankful for you, and I love you more than you'll ever know," you say, and after one more big hug, you two go back to the party.

"I love you, Steve, and I'm happy that our little family is finally complete," you say before giving him a soft, slow kiss that takes your breath away.

"I have to say, I know life has its ways for everything, but I can't say I would have wanted our family to get together any other way," he says before pulling you into his side.

You look at Tony cooing at the little girl, and he looks up at you to give you one more wink, which warms your heart. You would do it all over again if it meant that you would get to live your dream, and it felt like your heart was overflowing.

"I love you, Munchkin," Steve whispers, and you let a big smile escape your lips. You can't stop looking at your daughter; your heart is filled with love.

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smartycvnt · 6 months

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Lick U Clean*

Title: Lick U Clean Pairing: Maya Bishop x Reader Prompt: 99. "You know there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in." MINORS DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, top Maya, bottom reader, oral (f receiving) R WC: 789

Maya huffed as she leaned against the counter. She was absolutely starving, but Y/n had only been leaving the grocery store whenever Maya called. There had been ways to avoid her hunger pains, but Maya had been excited to see Y/n after a week of being apart. Y/n's schedule at the university had been hectic, and once that had ended, Maya had to leave town for a conference. The station was receiving high marks for its functionality, even after becoming the laughing stock of the Seattle Fire Department. Y/n had been upset that she wasn't available to attend, but Maya understood and wouldn't have wanted everybody to see how bashful Y/n made her.

"Okay, so, I couldn't get a few things, but we should be all stocked up for the next week or so. Hopefully you can come with me next time," Y/n said as she brought the bags into the kitchen. Usually, Maya would have been right by her side to help her, but instead she was stuck to her spot. Y/n glanced over her shoulder once all the bags were on the counter to where Maya was standing and staring at her. "Are you going to help me?"

"In a moment, I promise." Maya pushed herself up from where she had been leaning against a countertop to wrap her arms around Y/n's waist and pull her backwards. "You know there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in."

"Oh, really?" Y/n asked teasingly. She knew that they'd have to be quick about this, but she was also certain that Maya had been thinking about this for just as long as her. Maya hoisted Y/n up onto the counter and secured herself in between Y/n's legs. Y/n bit her lip as she tried not to moan at the feeling of Maya's hips pressing against hers. She didn't want Maya to know how quickly things could be over. Y/n wanted to prolong the moment between the two of them, even if it was just for a few minutes.

Maya undid the buttons of Y/n's shirt as she pushed it off of Y/n's shoulders. Oversized flannels were a staple to Seattle culture according to Y/n, but Maya was pretty sure that Y/n only really wore them out to get away with not wearing a bra. Maya wouldn't complain about that little detail though. Instead, she groped both of Y/n's breasts and teased Y/n's nipples with her fingers. They stiffened beneath her touch, and Y/n wasn't able to hide those moans and gasps from Maya.

"I love it when you get turned on like this," Maya muttered as she kissed a path down Y/n's stomach. Y/n's skin was flushed, and her breathing was already starting to become uneven. Maya tugged at Y/n's shorts and underwear, managing to get both of them down Y/n's legs in one move. There was a moment of pause before Maya moved back in between Y/n's legs. Y/n wrapped her legs around Maya's waist as she pulled Maya in for a kiss. Maya leaned into the kiss, forcing Y/n to lean backwards until her back was against the marble countertop. Y/n unlinked her ankles to let Maya step back and kneel down in between her thighs.

Maya placed her hands on the insides of Y/n's thighs, gently rubbing little circles where she knew Y/n was most sensitive. A feather-light and slow kiss was placed on Y/n's center. Maya's resolve to take things slowly dissolved the moment that she tasted Y/n's arousal. Maya lapped hungrily at Y/n's cunt, as if she was trying to gather each drop so it didn't go to waste. Y/n threaded her fingers in Maya's hair and pulled the blonde's head up so that Maya' tongue could focus on her clit. Maya could have stayed completely still and let Y/n grind herself to completion, but Maya preferred to have an active role in her partner's pleasure. She worked with the gyrations of Y/n's hips to time things perfectly.

Y/n came quickly and with Maya's name being screamed from the top of her lungs. Maya's chest swelled with pride as she stood up and helped Y/n off of the counter. She placed the flannel back over Y/n's shoulders as she ushered her out of the kitchen. Y/n laid on the couch wrapped up in her shirt and a blanket while Maya put away the groceries and returned to her with a small snack for the two of them to share.

#my writing #one shot #station 19 x reader #station 19 #maya bishop x reader #maya bishop

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oneshotnewbie · 7 months

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Would you be okay with writing a Maya x Carina x daughter!reader?

Maybe a sick fic or some comfort

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The first thing you felt was pain as unbearable as a thousand jackhammers smashing in your skull from the inside and pinning you to the ground. You could not even open your eyes, your lids heavy. Your mouth was dry, even after several liters of tea you had already consumed for your sore throat that felt like the desert and its sharply cutting sand. Your limbs completely cramped and heavy.

A cold breeze blew around your stomach, only a light wool blanket draped over your body to keep you warm and protected. But with every movement you tried to take, the coldness inside increased and made you shiver violently. You felt weak and feverish. "Honey, you gotta take this" a soft voice whispered and you slowly opened your eyes and blinked in confusion to adjust to the unusually bright and diffused light.

Your mother, Maya, was kneeling on a piece of crumpled bedspread on the floor, looking worriedly at your pale face before placing her hand on your forehead to feel the temperature while smiling sympathetically. Slowly and carefully not to inflict yourself even more pain, you peeked at her hand. In it, she held a small bottle that should bring you relief, the label with various herbs telling you that it had to be medication. "This will help bring down your fever."

You rolled your eyes suspiciously, not caring about the accompanying pain for a brief second. It was the most disgusting drug you have ever had to take in your life and your mothers knew full well that you hated it. However, it was the only thing that always helped you get back on your feet and get fit. "Ew, I do not want that."

"Eppure lo prenderai, bella." (And yet you have to take it) said the gynecologist who had appeared behind you and strolled across the entire living room to open the window and ventilate the room. She returned with a tray containing a freshly set teapot, a new cup and a plate of rusks. Carina carefully poured a cup of steaming chamomile tea and placed it on the table next to the couch before taking a rusk in her hands and breaking it into small pieces so that you could eat it more easily.

You pushed your head softly back into the pillow and pressed your back against the edge of the couch. Quickly, you grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your head. You heard a giggling from your side and within a few seconds, it was gently pulled back down. Two loving pairs of eyes met your flushed face. "I do not want to take this, it tastes disgusting."

Maya and Carina looked at you intently. The brunette gently strokes your tousled hair and whispers soothing words while the blonde already dripped the brown liquid onto a tablespoon. Frowning, you looked between both of them with puppy eyes, but even they no longer attracted them. The firefighter extended her arm and placed the edge of the spoon against your lip, waiting for you to accept it.

You knew it was high time to take the medication before they would take you to the hospital. Besides, you were lucky that your throat was so sore you could barely taste the bitterness. Still, you struggled with the slimy texture and wrinkled your nose as a defensive stance. Panting, you flop back onto the sofa. "Throat lozenges would have worked too,"

"No they would not," both chuckled. Maya rose from her position and bent down to kiss you gently on the forehead. With quick steps she hurried away to let the used cutlery disappear into the sink while Carina helped you eat the rusks while smiling lovingly at you. She quietly told you a story about her childhood in Italy with her little brother to make you forget the fever and the pain.

Without further ado, she carefully picked up your legs and dropped down next to you, your legs now resting on her lap. "Would you like me to warm you some soup?" the blonde called questioningly from the open kitchen, waiting for your answer. But the answer did not come, instead you grimaced sharply and hastily shook your head."I think your daughter is saying no,"

"It is your daughter too, Carina."

"Yes, but she definitely inherited the stubbornness from you," exhausted, you snuggled deeper into the blanket and tried to make the slightly bizarre taste in your mouth disappear. Tiredness, which you had so wonderfully repressed until now, slowly returned to your body. You tried desperately to shake it off but not a shred was averted. "Are you cold, mi amore?"

You nodded and the brunette felt you tremble under her touch. "I am freezing." She was worried, you had already been couch-locked for two days, the flu ravaging you and sapping your energy without any progress towards improvement. "Maya, can you bring another blanket. Please?"

"It is already on the way," the woman addressed made her way straight to the bedroom, occasionally taking a look into the living room. Your eyes fluctuated between half open and closed and if she was lucky, she would be able to spend a short time with you before you would fall into a deep, sound sleep once again. "And a hot water bottle?"

You had been in and out of sleep for days, barely awake for a few hours before your body shut down completely once again. On the one hand this was good, your body trying to beat this miserable disease. On the other hand, you had hardly eaten anything or moved from your place for days.

The headache slowly subsided, just as your cramped limbs became looser. For a few minutes you listened to the streams of sounds spreading through the apartment as you lost your thoughts. You kept feeling like you were on the verge of falling asleep until you opened your eyes again.

Eventually you gave up and totally surrendered to the feeling.

Just then, the firefighter came back into the center of the apartment and looked at her sleeping daughter. "Oh, she fell asleep?" she murmured and carefully draped the second blanket over you. She carefully placed the hot water bottle under the blanket and found its place on your stomach. The brunette raised an eyebrow and hesitated with her answer before she leaned forward and looked into your sleeping face. "Yes, the medication always makes her quite sleepy."

Smiling and silent, she sat down on the other sofa element and gently placed a hand on your head. She carefully stroked your hair and looked at the screen of the television, on which she concentrated on until you woke up once more. Maya had no intention of leaving your side.

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mxsonxmountx · 1 year

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Mason Mount AU: Your Birthday

@/masonmount: happy special birthday to the the love of my life. I’m so thankful to be spending another birthday with you, you’ve been there for the highs and lows, for the good days and the bad days. I love you forever and always @/youruser. Love your always mase❤️❤️❤️ xxxxx @/jackgrealish: happy birthday @/youruser. Can’t wait to see you tonight @/youruser: thank you jacky boy, see you and Sasha later🫶🏽 @/benchilwell: happy birthday @/youruser! Drinks are on me tonight, let pretty boy mason take care of you in the morning🥳🍸 @/youruser: hahah thank you Ben, shots? shots

@/masonmount: @/benchilwell, i am not a pretty boy😂. If you get her drunk, she’s going to blame me anyway

@/kepaarrizabalaga: happy birthday angel, we love you. See you soon x @/youruser: thank you keps, can’t wait to see you on the dance floor 👯‍♀️ @/kepaarrizabalaga: I’ll let you win the dance off, only because it’s your birthday🏆

@/yourbestfriend: you’ve outdone me here this year mount with the presents, you win x @/masonmount: I out do you every year😂 @/youruser: @/yourbestfriend, the boy did good this year. Try again next year bestie💙 @/jazbenham: happy birthday to you darling! Get your party shoes ready 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️xxxx @/youruser: thank you darling, can’t wait to have a dance with our summer xxxx @/youruser: thank you baby, can’t wait for tonight. Love you forever and always❤️❤️❤️ @/masonmount: I love you❤️❤️❤️

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@/youruser: here’s to another chapter, thank you for everyone coming. Couldn’t do it all without @/masonmount & of course @/yourbestfriend🫶🏽

@/rlc: enjoy the hangover, happy birthday queen @/youruser: don’t you worry, doctor @/masonmount is providing me with everything I need and more😉

@/rlc: jheeeze @/youruser, keep it pg!😬

@/declanrice: I think we all forgot how wild you are, hope you enjoyed your night🤩 Liked by youruser @/reecejames: enjoy the rest of the day, don’t let him slack @/youruser: don’t you worry, he won’t be @/masonmount: for your information reece, I’ve already prepared lunch and just finished washing up for the little hungover princess…. 5 boyfriend points to me!🏆 @/yourbestfriend: can’t wait to celebrate with you again next week, @/masonmount expect her to be in a worse situation @/masonmount: you two together are a nightmare, guess I’ll be stocking up on the paracetamol🤕

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Your Story > Seen by, rlc, declanrice, masonmount, reecejames and others

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angelsanarchy · 6 months

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 19

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

For the first few months of the shop being open, there had been complaints about noise, property damage, lewd acts and even some random garbage fires. The neighbors were too afraid to call the police but they had no problem complaining amongst themselves. Oystein had called Hammed about setting up an account that way he could get daily deliveries but told him he would only tip double if Y/n was the one to deliver it. Hammed agreed without hesitation but reminded Oystein she still gets to decide if she's going to do the deliveries.

The first week she left the food on the step of the shop and or had someone who was going in give it to Oystein. She was later informed Hammed had to dock her pay because Oystein wasn't receiving his orders. As much as she wanted to go into the shop and beam his order at him, cursing him out. She decided that she would play this game.

She walked into the shop to see he had three customers standing at the counter. She waited for the business to be done and he smirked at her as she approached.

"I see you finally made it in again. I told Hammed that I missed some orders." Oystein explained.

"Yeah he docked my pay. Sorry you didn't get the food I very clearly place on the step and made eye contact with you." Y/n gave a fake smile and Oystein nodded.

"I'm sorry to hear that but it is your job to hand deliever the food, isn't it." She stared at him for a few seconds before walking closer and sticking the food out.

"Yes, yes it is. Here is your food." She place the food in his hands and he smiled.

"Come on Y/n. This can't be that bad. I doubled the tip, doesn't that count for something?" Oystein asked wishing she would let her guard down just slightly.

"Listen, my only job is to make sure that bag of food gets into your hands. You don't double tip for me to stick around and have conversations with you." Y/n explained with a smile.

"What if I tripled it?" He tested.

"As long as your names on the check and not your dad's." She leaned over the counter towards him. He was speechless. No one could cut him up like Y/n. She smirked knowing she had won this round and left the store. Every day she brought him his food, she made sure to put it in his hands or sit it in front of him. She wasn't going to get docked again and she refused to let his comments bother her.

Whenever he tried to start a conversation or make a snarky comment, she would make sure to knock something over or flip a record around knowing he would have to come around the counter just to fix it. She knew it annoyed him. Truth was, he accepted it. All he wanted was to interact with her.

"Hey did you see Enrich sweet talking the shop girl Euro is obsessed with?" Faust leaned against the counter talking to a customer and Oystein took his headphones off.

"Speak freely, asshole. What was that?" He challenged seeing the guy put his hands up.

"Hey man I'm just looking out for you. He's been pushing up on that sandwich shop chick that brings your lunch every day. He's trying to get signed by you." He could feel Faust's eyes on him.

"Wouldn't make much sense to do that if he wanted to get signed." Faust said blowing the guy off and telling him to take a hike. Oystein made a mental note of the interaction and keep his eyes out for whoever this Enrich guy was. She pushed the door open and he leaned back in his chair. She tossed the bag on the counter and gave him the finger before spinning on her heel and heading right back out the door.

"I can see why you like her." Faust croaked making Oystein roll his eyes. He was the only one who was there enough to see the on goings of their complicated connection. He never really

Today his order was running late. He had walked to the door ready to head to the shop and pick it up but he noticed Y//n was actually talking to someone. It was a guy who had come into his shop often looking for records. Nothing truly standout about the guy but he knew he didn't like her talking to other metal heads. He gave her a side hug letting her before she started towards the door. Oystein walked back around the counter so she wouldn't see him and tried to play it cool.

"You're late." He said taking the bag.

"Take it out of my tip." She said quickly.

"What tip?" That caught her attention. She turned slowly and looked at him. He opened the bag and sighed.

"It's cold now. I'm considering a refund and you're worried about a tip?" Oystein slid the bag back towards her and she glanced at Faust who looked away quickly.

"Today is not the day. Don't fuck with me-" She started.

"Look the shop is literally five minutes away. Don't get pissy at me because you can't walk a bag five minutes without it getting cold." Oystein knew he was being a prick but he was salty. She was talking to people who frequented his establishment, who wanted to be signed to his label and she thought he would just be okay with it? Not a chance. He was in fact petty.

Y/n snatched the bag off the counter, cussing under her breath. Oystein and Faust shared a look and they both chuckled.

She returned 10 minutes later with another bag that was not only hot but free according to the note on it from Hammeed. She pulled bills from her pocket and slapped it on the counter.

"You can keep the tip." Oystein said but she laughed.

"Oh no this time you can keep it. Use it. Take it to store and get a razor. You look like a vampiric pedophile, you fucking clown." Y/n seethed before giving Faust the finger.

"You're welcome for the free show." She left the shop annoyed and Faust laughed.

"She might actually kill you." He shrugged sitting in front of the TV once more and Oystein shook his head.

"Probably." Oystein whispered taking his food into his office.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #Alkaline series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #19/35

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greynatomy · 9 months

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Hi, Captain

Maya Bishop x Fem!Reader

First Maya Bishop Fic!

I got this idea from a tiktok I saw yesterday, and immediately thought of writing this.

Let me know what you think!

-grey

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Maya and Andy arrived at an apartment building in the city. They were driving around in the aid car and were the closest to the location, so they were assigned to the case. They walked in to the lobby, walking up to the front desk.

“Hi, we got a non-emergency call at this location. Do you know who called?” Andy asked, looking around for anyone who could’ve needed help.

“That would be me.” You said, rolling your wheelchair closer to the two.

“Hey. I’m Captain Bishop and that’s Lieutenant Herrera. What seems to be the problem.”

“Oh, wow. They sent the big bosses. Uh, well sorry for calling, I just didn’t know what to do, but I just got back from a trip and the elevator is out of order and as you can see, stairs isn’t an option for me alone.”

“What floor are you on ma’am?”

“Just call me Y/N, no need to be formal, and it’s a long way up. I’m on the twenty-eighth floor.”

“Then you can just call me Maya.” She turns to look at Andy. “How do you wanna do this?”

“One of us can carry her and the other carries the chair?”

“Would you be comfortable with one of us carrying you?”

“As long as I get to my floor then I’d be fine with it.”

Now here you are, on the tenth floor, Maya carrying you on your back, Andy following behind with your chair.

“How are you doing Captain? Still going strong?”

“We trained for this, so I’m doing alright for now.”

“What about you back there?” You ask Andy, holding your arm tighter around Maya’s neck to look at Andy.

“I’m doing fine. Your chair is surprisingly very light.”

Eighteen floors later, Maya sets you down in your chair where you roll yourself to your door, the two firefighters following closely behind.

“Welcome to my humble abode. Would you like something to drink? Water, or a sports drink for some electrolytes? I’ll just give you guys both.”

“This is a very cozy place you for here.”

“It is. I’ve only just recently moved in a couple months ago.” Wheeling over to where they stand, looking out the windows, you hand them their drinks. “I can’t thank you both enough.”

“It’s no problem at all. But how are you gonna get back down?” Andy downs all her water.

“Don’t worry, they’ll have it done by tomorrow night. I have nowhere else to go before then.”

“We have to go, but it was great meeting you.”

“It was great meeting you too, Captain.”

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Rolling your chair to the front of Station 19, you ring the doorbell. Seconds later, the door opens to a male firefighter.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“Good morning. I was just wondering if Lieutenant Herrera and Captain Bishop are here?”

“Can I know what you need them for?”

“They helped me out yesterday with getting up to my apartment, so I thought I’d thank them properly with some homemade goodies.” You at, pointing to your lap that had one big box and two smaller boxes.

“They’re currently out in a call, but should be back soon. Why don’t you come in and wait inside.”

He holds the door open so you can roll yourself inside.

“Oh! This box here on the bottom is actually for all the firefighters. I didn’t wanna bring some goodies and leave everyone else out. Could you grab the Mr…”

He grabs the bottom box when you lift the other two off.

“Uh, Montgomery. But just call me Travis.”

“Okay, Travis. You can call me Y/N.”

“I’ll just bring this upstairs and be right back.”

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Maya and the rest of the team file out of the fire truck, taking their heavy gear off, each doing their own thing. As she walks towards her office, she sees someone familiar.

“Y/N! What a surprise. What are you doing here?”

“Hi, Captain—”

“—Maya, please.” She interrupts you.

“Well, Maya, I just wanted to stop by to thank you and Andy properly. I’ve just—”

“Hey! Who’s this?” You’re interrupted once again, this time by the whole team walking in.

“Y/N! Hi.”

“Hi, Andy. I was just telling Maya I wanted to thank you both for yesterday and made some baked goodies.” You said, handing them a box each. “There’s a bigger box of them for the rest of the team that Travis brought upstairs.”

“Baked goodies?” Vic asked very excitedly, running up the stairs, other on her tow. “You’re the best!” She yelled out, followed by other ‘thank you’s’ from the team.

“Thank you Y/N.” Andy followed the others.

You and Maya were now left alone downstairs.

“Would you join me in my office? I’d like to ask you something.”

“Lead the way.”

Holding the door open, she lets you enter first, closing it behind her.

“I don’t know if this is unprofessional since I am currently on the job, but I wanted to know if you’d like to go on a date with me sometime? Hopefully tonight?” After not hearing an answer right away, Maya grew nervous. “Or, not. It- it’s okay, probably a stupid idea…”

As she’s nervously rambling, she doesn’t notice you staring amusingly at her with a smile. Deciding to put her out of her misery, you interrupt her.

“Maya!” She looks at you with wide eyes. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Great!” She clears her throat. “Uh, cool, cool, cool. That’s awesome. I’ll text you.” She opens her office door going out, then opening the front firehouse door, you following after her. “I will text you.”

“You would need my number for that.” You smirked.

“Right! Right. Uh, here.” She hands you her phone, hands a little shaky. “Could you put your number in. Thanks.”

Handing her phone back to her. “I’ll see you later Captain.” You said with a teasing smile, exiting the station to your car.

“See you later indeed.”

#maya bishop #maya bishop x reader #maya bishop imagines #maya bishop imagine #maya bishop one shot #station 19 x reader #station 19 #station 19 imagine #station 19 imagines #station 19 one shot #andy herrera #any herrera x reader

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charlienick · 2 years

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both dean and logan expected something from rory when they told her they loved her for the first time. they expected that love to be returned. jess didn’t. he was just telling her so that she knew — so she could always know it was all real for him. that he loved her and would probably always love her and she was it for him. he didn’t need her to say it back — hell, he didn’t even need her to feel it back. he just needed to tell her — more than that, he needed to say it. she deserved that earnestness, that honesty, that truth. to grow and change, he needed to be vulnerable, and he knew that. that’s why jess’ character arc is so satisfying — he changes when the other two don’t, not really in any significant way like jess does. for jess, loving rory changed him; for the other two, rory’s love changed them.

#gilmore girls #literati #19 #i was gonna tweet this on my personal account but i had too many feelings and needed to shout them all in one shot like u can on tumblr #ok thank u for ur time <3 #greatest hits

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tuff-ponyboy · 8 months

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adding on to the idea that dal's room at buck's would become an urban legend, I think the same would happen for the park where bob was killed at. the swings go crazy every night just after 2 am......the fountain water supposedly turns to blood every year on the anniversary of bob's death.....parents tell their children to be home for curfew or else an old greaser ghost will get you...

#my paranoid crazy ass most definitely would do this shit #do you guys have any urban legends about your town? the high school here has an underground bunker that kids in the 70s would go down to #and do 'santanic rituals' which sounds like some satanic panic shit but it was real!#there was a book made about it....and then another book made about it...#one kid killed himself and his house burned down but a pic of him survived the fire #his friend was on Main Street and got hit in the head by a car and then another had the same thing happen in Vegas #they all had something happen to the left side of their face. like homeboy shot himself on the left side and they all got hit on the left #his grave at my city cemetery is destroyed :( which is so sad but so fucking creepy #so I'm terrified about this my whole life right? like I can't sleep bc he's gonna get me and then i read the book when I'm 19 and it was #the most edgelord ass shit I have ever read. shit pissed me off cuz everyone in town says how terrifying it is but it wasn't at all #anyway if you have read this far and want the book name it is written by the same author who wrote go ask Alice #the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #dallas winston #johnny cade #bob sheldon #ponyboy curtis #i just be saying shit #the outsiders headcanons #my headcanons #I guess another legend is how this kid got whacked by his mom in the 80s with a hammer and died but that was very much real and tragic #I just say it's a legend cuz I grew up near the house and had to walk past it every day from school!#my mom was across the street when it happened and she saw the body bag and then my aunt asked my grandparents if they were going to kill #her and her sisters! okay wait fjdjdjdj the mom also had a hit list which was full of people in the ward (church..Mormons live here)#I love that fact tbh like it's so fucking tragic but the fact she had beef with church people and wanted them dead.....Yeah

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asfodelle · 7 months

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New chapter of Bites coming out most likely later this week and even though the story is fully planned out, the reason it's taking a minute is because I'm doing the classic thing of thinking about too many projects at once. Like, the pendulum of focus won't settle, it's an issue.

I'm writing a long one shot exploring a future where He Tian only reappears a couple weeks at a time while they're stuck in an angsty situationship, it's currently sitting at 20k words but no clue where it'll be when I'm done with it, some parts are still pretty unfinished.

I also have started two fics that make me kick my feet in excitement, one being a long enemies to lovers mafia AU with spying and skyscrapers climbing, the other being a babyfic that I'd love to dive into whenever I have the time.

I might want to add a ZhengYi counterpart to Tangerines too, I'll see where the pendulum takes me.

#19 days #fic #fic diary kinda #eyeballing probably something closer to 20 chapters for Bites after all #ngl I'm stuck on the smut scenes for the one shot #legit admirative of those who can write them smoothly because I'm here wishing I'd have a 'how to write corn for dummies'#but anyway that's the plan #won't start uploading another multichaptered one before I'm done with Bites but after that I'm going all in on the mafia thing #drugs and guns baby #and the babyfic makes me squeal I can't wait to have that one completed too #aiming for a very long one shot or something like 5 long chapters max #just dying to make them impromptu dads

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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year

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Succession S4E6 - Roman absolutely serving on the back of the golf cart

#injecting the soundtrack from this scene into my veins #like im just gonna be listening to the 19 sec loop of it i have on repeat thx dhmu #hes always getting the really good special osts(as he should)#like in S2 he had a special beat called 'hearts' and ITS LITERALLY SO FUCKING GOOD AAAHHHHH #i feel so impatient abt having to wait till the end of the ssn for them to release the full s4 soundtrack #plsssssss hbo i just want to listen to it theres so many good songs this season #havent seen anyone gif this scene yet #and it was def my fav shot from this ep #so might as well gif it!!#did not know what to caption this...F1 is much easier sob sob #roman roy #succession #succession spoilers #succession gifs #hbo succession #tvedit #succession season 4 episode 6 #succession s4e6 #catie.edits.#(lmao for when i eventually venture into gifing my one random german tv show i love dearly)

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synodic-lupine · 8 months

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"I create myself." is a sick af line. It's a reafirmation that Rose chose this. She chose it when she didn't know the risks and she chose it again and again all through time and space when she did now know the risks.

#rose tyler #bad wolf #doctor who #what a great story about agency and autonomy to give your lead girl #who is a 19 or 20 year old #she gets to be the one who calls the shots who pulled the strings and made it all so #she gets to be powerful not because it was her destiny but because she chose to become it

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she-karev · 17 days

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Pregnancy (One Shot Request)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Two

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Hey guys I see you liked my last post. I finished the last chapter so here it is and the next story will be posted soon.

Summary: Andrew brings a heavily pregnant Amber to work after she complained about maternity leave and she goes into labor.

Words: 3035

Andrew opens the door to the attendings lounge for me and I happily enter. After our little staring contest, he submitted and drove back to work with me in the passenger seat. Along the way we came to an agreement that I would watch his surgery from the gallery and watch him teach the interns after as long as I let him know the second, I get tired or go into labor. As long as it got me out of the house, I would agree to give Kwan a big fat kiss and among the new interns he’s my least favorite. Alex and Jo are also in the room eating lunch at the table when they look up at me surprised. Jo immediately stands up and rushes to me.

“Amber are you okay? Are you in labor?” Jo asks me worried, “I can get Dr. Montgomery if she’s not busy with the sex video.”

“No, I’m fine I am not in labor and did you just say Dr. Addison Montgomery is doing a sex video?” I ask surprised after processing that startling piece of information. Normally having a world-renowned surgeon visit the hospital I work at would be my main focus if the words ‘sex video’ didn’t come after.

Alex chuckles at that and explains, “She’s here to do a sex ed video for teens and put it up on social media so we don’t see kids come in with unplanned pregnancies or sepsis from back-alley abortions.”

I turn to Jo who still looks at me worried, “See that right there is how you should have paraphrased take notes.”

“Will do, just to be clear you are not in labor?” Jo asks me and I clarify.

“Not currently no.”

“She’s here because she’s going crazy with boredom and it was either take her with me or get another false alarm from the O.R.” Andrew explains.

“And you couldn’t win an argument against her?” I glare at Alex underestimating me who notices and turns back to Andrew, “Never mind you never had a chance.”

Andrew chuckles, “Exactly. Besides without her here the interns are getting sloppy, maybe she can scare them into doing better or make them pee their pants.”

I gasp at that wonderful suggestion and turn to Jo with a smile, “Where are the interns?”

Jo chuckles, “Their busy with Dr. Montgomery’s video unless you want to work your magic into scaring teenagers to use contraceptives.”

“As appealing as that sounds and I am using very heavy sarcasm, I came here to watch surgeries. I’m gonna save moralizing teenagers for my own in about 13 years. And now I have a craving, are there pickles in the fridge?”

“Yeah.” Alex gets up, takes the jar of pickles out of the fridge and hands them to me.

“Thanks.” I sip the sour pickle juice straight out of the jar completely ignoring the pickles. I exhale in content and see Alex and Jo looking at me strangely no doubt thinking it’s weird I drank from the pickle jar, “What?”

“That was nasty kid.” Alex tells me with a wince, “You kiss your husband with that mouth?”

“Yep.” I turn to Andrew who takes a sliced pickle out of the jar and eats it, “She’s got the fridge full of pickles, olives and anchovies. She drinks all of them straight from the jar.” Alex groans in disgust, “I save the kissing until she’s brushed her teeth for at least three minutes.”

Jo nods in agreement still appalled by my weird cravings, “Good call.”

I sip my juice before I lay it on her, “I got a Chestburster in me and while I love your daughter like she’s my flesh and blood you did not physically carry her therefore you don’t know the hormones and strange cravings I get. So, you both can save the judgements until one of you gets a baby in your uterus, got it!” I don’t mean to be rude but pregnancy brain is getting to me in more ways than one.

Jo takes a step back and stands by Alex who also looks intimidated, “I think we hit a nerve in your sister.”

Alex nods, “Yeah let’s not look her directly in the eye.”

I roll my eyes at them and eat a pickle slice when Dr. Benson Kwan comes in, who’s eyes widen at my appearance.

“Dr. DeLuca or DeLuca’s sorry I didn’t know you were gonna be here.” Kwan is suddenly alert, “Wait is the baby coming? Do I need to get a wheelchair?”

“Relax Kwan your safe from the giant green-eyed resident.” I inform him annoyed.

“Oh no I wasn’t thinking that at all.” He’s trying to butter me up and gives me his most charming grin, “I mean there are plenty of interns that think that but I don’t. I practically defended you to Adams and Griffith when they complained about you rightfully scolding them on their mistakes. It’s intern year it comes with the job they shouldn’t take it out on a chief resident who also happens to be carrying a new life quite beautifully I might add.”

“Kwan as her husband and your superior I’m gonna suggest you don’t flirt with the mother of my unborn child unless you want me to end your surgical career.” My husband says threatening clearly peeved by Kwan trying to flirt with me to get surgeries. Kwan stops grinning and faces Andrew who keeps a cool face, “Whether it’ll be by going to the medical board or breaking all of your fingers depends on what you say next.” I grin at that seeing that four years with me has made him more assertive and tough. I never would have expected this level of intimidation from the clumsy and gentle resident I first met.

I step in with a sweet grin at Kwan, “Kwan I’m gonna save you the trouble and tell you what I really think of you and your attempts to placate me for surgeries. In short from the moment, I first met you I thought ‘wow he’s just like my oldest brother when he was that age’” Kwan grins slightly taking it as a compliment until I crush him with my disappointed frown that follows with harsh words, “I hated my brother when he was your age.” I can hear Andrew snickering behind me, “If you think I’m being amusing I am not, ask anyone who was here circa 2005 and they can tell you my brother was hate worthy even by his lovely and sweet sister. Alex?” I turn to said brother who looks up from eating clearly trying to keep out of my rant to a random intern, “How much would you say I disdained you when you were an intern?”

He speaks to Kwan while chewing on a sandwich, “She hated my guts.”

“Exactly.” I turn back to Kwan who is taken back by this scene, “If you want to flirt your way into the O.R. and risk pissing off your superior you picked the wrong girl because the way I see it I am a ticking time bomb filled with hormones and I feel like punching someone more than I normally did. So, pissing me off is like poking a tiger when the zookeepers let it out of its cage.” Kwan’s eyes widen at that allegory, “I think you can see where this is going and if you’re as smart as you think you are you should know what to do when I count to three. One, two-” Kwan finally processes that last statement as he quickly runs out of the room like I’m Freddy Krueger. I hear chuckling from Alex, Jo and Andrew who are all pleased by my actions and I smile victoriously.

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I sit in the gallery by myself watching as Andrew does an open splenectomy with Griffith assisting. It’s not an ALPSS procedure or a gastric bypass but it’s better than slowly going insane in that house. He keeps looking up at the gallery every ten minutes to check that I’m still there and not going into labor. He does it again and I stick my tongue out to mess with him, I see him smirk behind the mask and look back at the open abdomen. A brown coffee cup appears in front of me, I look to my right and see that Jo is here to check on me.

“Ginger tea?” I groan in disgust at what I’m forced to drink but take it anyway. Jo sits next to me, “I would have been a cool sister and gotten you coffee but I’m also in OB and know that caffeine being bad for the baby isn’t just a myth. Plus, I’m guessing you already had a cup this morning.”

“In the biggest mug we have so it’ll technically be three cups of coffee.” I confess as I sip my bland hot brew, “This is vile.”

“Well it’s good for you and it’s good for the baby.” I turn to Jo fully with an inquisitive look that she catches, “What?”

“Come on give me the gossip, what’s in the tabloids since I’ve been gone?” Jo chuckles, “Don’t laugh I live for this, I’m angsty for surgery and the drama that comes before, during and after the O.R. and in this place there is a lot. Fill me in.”

Jo sits up straight and clears her throat, “Okay uh what’s been happening? Oh! Link slept with one of the interns before she started working here, it’s the pretty one the one you said looks like a CW star.”

“Millin? Damn she doesn’t strike me as one to sleep up the totem pole.”

“Your one to talk.” Jo criticizes, “You’re a resident and your married to an attending.”

“We started dating when we were both residents.” I say defensively and add, “And weren’t you a resident when you shacked up with my attending brother? And you technically still are with the OB scrubs so not much has changed. What do you have to say to that?”

“…Hi Pot, I’m Kettle.” Jo holds her hand out grinning and I chuckle at that shaking her hand, “So we agree we’re in no positions to judge. Besides there aren’t gonna be wedding bells this time since she told Link they should just be friends.”

I chuckle at that irony, “Which is translated to ‘you’re not my type so stay away from me’ and coming from an intern that is next level low. What else?”

“Hunt and Altman are still at each other’s throats, I’m pretty sure you saw a little of what went on before you left.”

I bitterly nod, “Even my baby was cringing at them arguing.” Jo laughs, “I’m serious you try doing rounds in trauma with a married couple who work together like they’re in a cock fight.” Jo coughs the coffee she sipped and I roll my eyes at her not getting my metaphor, “Fight’s between chickens their all the range in Mexico it has nothing to do with what you obviously think it is. It’s when you have chickens trained to kill each other in the ring for money but instead of chicken it’s Hunt and Altman and instead of getting money out of it you get uncomfortable situations.”

Jo nods understanding, “Well we can’t all be Andrew and Amber.”

“Or Alex and Jo. Speaking of which, how is my niece doing? Is she excited to meet her cousin?”

“Well, she’s a baby so she’s excited about everything I think she’s gonna be ecstatic when you bring your baby into our house.” Jo looks at me worried, “Are you sure it’s okay to be here? I mean you look ready to pop right here.”

“You mean right here in a hospital one floor down from OB where my sister in law works while I’m talking to my favorite sister-in-law who switched to OB during covid?”

“You know I hope your kid gets your smartass mouth then you’ll know what it’s like to deal with that for once.” Jo retorts with an evil grin that I look to respond to only for a sudden feeling in my stomach to stop me.

“Oh!” I hold my bulging stomach as a dull ache forms in my lower back and pelvis. It feels like menstrual cramps only ten times stronger which can only mean one thing. I try to stay calm but Jo can tell something is wrong and looks at me anxiously.

“What is it? What are you feeling? Do not lie to me I know that face I might be a resident but I know all the faces of a woman in labor.”

“Then I guess I don’t need to tell you my contractions just started.” Jo’s eyes widen at that and I look back at Andrew who is still doing his surgery oblivious of what’s happening to his wife above him. The pain gets worse it feels like a bunch of needles from the pits of hell are being inserted in my stomach, “Ahh! Holy John Hurt!”

Jo runs to the intercom as I breathe in and out trying to ride out this contraction, “DeLuca please tell me your about to close.”

“I am.” DeLuca sounds calm even as my guts feel like their being torn apart.

“Okay great because your wife is in labor like right now.” I can see that he’s now alert and looks up as I’m leaning forward holding my stomach.

“What?!” Andrew asks panicking, “Are you sure?”

Another contraction comes and I yell out in pain once again with Jo pressing the button making my pain clear to the O.R. “Yep pretty sure that is the sound of your wife having a contraction. Griffith take over closing.” I can see Griffith looking back and forth at DeLuca and Jo startled, “Now!” DeLuca hands her the tools and immediately runs out of the O.R. Jo runs back to me and holds my hand carefully lifting me to stand up and helping me out of the gallery.

“Please tell me Lachman is on call today.” I ask in pain.

“No, she’s not I’m sorry.” I groan at that, “But good news Dr. Montgomery is here and lucky for us she is an OB and not related to you so she can take over.”

“As long as I get the drugs, I will let Adams deliver this baby.”

Andrew immediately runs toward us looking anxious not that I blame him, “Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

I groan as he takes over holding my hand, “First contraction and I know exactly what John Hurt felt in that scene of Alien.”

“I’ll go up and get a room ready for you.” Jo runs to do that and I spot Lucas Adams and Mika Yasuda chatting and walking down the hall.

“You two!” They jump startled by my presence and I command them with a tone that would scare a military soldier to their mom, “Front and center now!” They both run to me clearly afraid.

Andrew rubs my back to soothe me and turns to the interns, “Yasuda get a wheelchair and Adams page Dr. Montgomery for us.”

Yasuda looks at us confused, “A wheelchair?”

Clearly my husband is less willing to use force so I do with a clear and loud voice, “A wheelchair Yasuda now!” She runs and almost trips to get a wheelchair and Adams looks at me scared but confused.

“What should I tell Dr. Montgomery?”

I ignore Adams and Andrew is talking to me trying to see if I’m okay as my stomach rumbles like the baby is trying to kick her way out. It feels more uncomfortable than painful, “What do you need? Ice chips? Maybe a bear to strangle?”

I exhale as I take in his options, “I don’t want an innocent bear to suffer because of me.”

“Dr. DeLuca?”

“What?!” Andrew snaps clearly annoyed.

“What should I tell Dr. Montgomery when she answers her page?” As if the gods wanted to give him a clear answer my water breaks over my sweatpants and on Adams shoes that he notices and looks up in shock with Andrew looking down surprised but composed. I looked back up at the intern with an annoyed face due to the leakage that just happened ruining my clothes.

“Tell her my contractions just started and my water broke all over your shoes.” Adams nods and pulls out his phone. I know he struggles with directions so I decide to make myself clear, “And so help me Adams if you send her to the wrong room or forget to page her, I will forget the bear and strangle you instead.” He gulps but nods.

Andrew gently guides me to the wheelchair behind me that Yasuda thankfully brought in, “Okay let’s sit so I can take you to OB.”

“Okay, hey, hey.” Andrew focuses on me and I grin as the joyous occasion hits me, “We’re having a baby.”

Andrew laughs and smiles at that too, “We’re having a baby.” He then kisses me and pulls back still smiling, “I’m overjoyed and terrified you?”

I chuckle, “I’m those things too and it’s worse because I have to push a bowling ball through a keyhole that is my vagina so there is that. If you want to walk away now and be like those 50’s husbands that stand outside the room to smoke here’s your five second chance.”

“I’m not going anywhere not this time.” He references when we went through a rough patch during his mental breakdown and when he left, “I promise.”

My emotions are sky high with that because of the love I feel for him and the surge of hormones coursing through me. I even feel a tear down my cheek but I sniffle and compose myself, “Good that was a test and you passed. Now take me to a bed and get me a damn epidural so this baby doesn’t kill me.” He gets behind the chair and pushes me to the elevator leaving Adams and Yasuda behind.

“Congratulations Dr. DeLuca!” Yasuda yells out and I respond with a thumbs up as the elevator doors close.

#greys anatomy #greysanatomyedit #greysedit #grey's anatomy #amber karev #alex karev #jo wilson #andrew deluca #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #giacomo gianniotti #headcanon #one shot request #oneshot #season 19

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Title: Favorite Things

Pairing: Maya Bishop x Reader

Prompt: "You look better in my clothes than I do."

Word Count: 484

The midday sunlight poured in through the halfway-shut blinds. Ash groaned as she tried to turn away from the light. She could have sworn that Maya had closed the blinds fully whenever she had left that morning. Ash didn't remember much from the morning whenever she had just barely been awake enough to register that Maya was even leaving.

They had spent their night drinking. Ash didn't know why Maya had been so upset, and even if Maya had let it slip, Ash was too drunk to remember. They had done shot after shot before finally just getting their own respective bottles to hold. There were bits and pieces of the night scattered around in Ash's memory, but nothing concrete.

"Shit," Ash grumbled as she slipped on a sweatshirt she found on the ground by the bed. It wasn't hers, but Maya was supposed to be off at work all day. Besides, Ash doubted that Maya would care that much. Maya had been getting sappy, and Ash was almost certain that they were so close to moving in together. No more splitting up their time between the two homes. Maya had been adamant at first she wasn't going to get into another relationship, but she had gone back on that word within a couple of months of casual sex.

"I thought you'd never get up." Ash jumped at the sound of Maya's voice. Maya laughed at Ash's reaction, but the laughter slowed whenever she saw what Ash was wearing.

"What?" Ash asked. Even if Ash had been fully focused on getting to the kitchen for coffee, she would have noticed the way that Maya was staring at her. The stare wasn't a bad one, just one that Ash knew meant she'd probably be late getting ready for work.

"You look better in my clothes than I do," Maya said as she got up from the couch. Ash let Maya pull her into an embrace. Maya was still staring at Ash, which made the other woman a bit nervous, so Ash leaned up and kissed Maya. "Although, I have to admit that it's not my favorite thing to see you in."

"Oh, and what would that be?"

"Nothing." Maya grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt and lifted it up over Ash's head. Ash wasn't completely naked, but a shiver ran down her spine as her torso was left exposed.

"This doesn't really seem fair. You've got all your clothes on, and I'm half naked," Ash pointed out. Maya lifted her up over her shoulder and carried Ash back into the bedroom. Ash giggled as she was tossed onto the bed, and once more again whenever Maya started taking off her clothes.

"Better?" Maya asked. She twisted her body just enough to subtly pose and show off her muscles.

"Much." Ash reached out to grab Maya by the hips and pull her onto the bed.

#my writing #one shot #station 19 x reader #station 19 #maya bishop x reader #maya bishop

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oneshotnewbie · 6 months

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Marina x daughter!reader?

Daughter works at GSMH as a trauma specialist but she takes Owens advice about possibly joining the army. Carina finds out and goes mama bear on him.

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You, a trauma specialist at Grey Sloan Hospital Memorial, have tried everything to reshape your life over the past few months. Although you were satisfied with the current version of it and grew up in a stable environment in which your mothers had a harmonious marriage and were always there for you when you needed them, there was a huge lack of variety.

Already a few months ago you noticed that you felt more uncomfortable in your work and since then you have had the desire to do more with it in order to remain happy. But it was still totally unclear in your eyes how to change it. After a while, your colleague Owen Hunt noticed it too and decided to talk to you while you were restocking and reorganizing the emergency room inventory.

You listened carefully with a searching look as your experienced colleague began to talk seriously about his own experiences in the army, about the discipline, the varying challenges and the opportunities that presented themselves. He emphasizes his words with deep and clear gestures while you nodded every now and then, showing signs of uncertainty but also more obvious interest. Your work became more and more forgotten the more you listened to him and the further the conversation went, the more your interest increased and the happier you seemed to be about the new opportunity in your life.

After a few minutes of deep conversation and the army memories shared by the emergency surgeon from his time, you looked at him seriously but still with a soft smile, looking for an answer. Owen placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and nodded encouragingly. You seemed to have already made a mental decision. Now you just had to get through the hard part of this plan- you had to tell your parents.

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Days had passed when you had the conversation with Owen Hunt, and since then you could not live a minute without the thought that your life could change drastically. However, you still could not bring yourself to even begin to tell your mothers what you had planned for your future and what idea had implanted in your head. And so you hid every piece of information you had requested in your room, hoping neither Maya nor Carina saw it until you were ready to confess it to them.

But during your shift at Grey Sloan Hospital, Maya walked through your room with a vacuum cleaner and, unbeknownst to you, began cleaning it. While she was vacuuming under your bed, she came across a hidden package from Owen to you. Curious, she pulls it out and opens the already opened package. In it she found an information sheet for the army with your name on it. She stares at the paper in disbelief, her expression alternating between confusion, concern and surprise.

Maya could not believed what she was holding in her hands and her eyes filled with tears as she tried to understand why you had not told Carina or her about your decision while she pulled out her cell phone to call her wife. The blonde sat down on your bed while the phone rang, the vacuum cleaner already turned off and lying on the floor, still holding the information sheet in her hand. Her eyes were blank as she tried to get her wife on the phone. "Maya, I have two women in labor-"

“Our y/n wants to join the army,” between quiet tears and the crackling on the line, she thinks about the possible reasons that could have motivated you to take this step, and another wave of concern and anger overcomes her as she stroked the trauma surgeon's name written with a thick sharpie. "What are you talking about, bambina?" the brunette spoke up, trying to process the sudden news.

The world seemed to stand still for a moment around the two women as they struggled with the thoughts that perhaps you were about to make a big change in your life that they did not know about. "I was going to vacuum her room and then I stumbled upon a package from Owen. There are information sheets and even a registration form," Maya heard the Italian woman's deep sigh and growing annoyance, so she kept her mouth shut and listened to the noise in the background, waiting for an answer. "I will call you back Maya, I need to have a word with someone."

With these words, Carina ended the conversation with her wife and quickly ran to the emergency room. The atmosphere is tense as the brunette, with an angry expression on her face, charges at the man she had already had her sights on when the elevator doors opened. Her eyes spark with anger, Owen immediately turning around as she screamed his name, immediately recognizing the tension on her face. "Carina, what-"

"How dare you put such nonsense into my daughter's head?" the Italian woman lets out her anger with a loud outburst, stabbing her finger several times with full force into his chest. She waves her hands wildly and her voice is sharp and angry. Owen tried to answer, but she cut him off with another angry torrent of words. Her gestures become more energetic, her voice louder. "You have to know better! She does not belong in the war!"

"She wants more discipline and more variety. New opportunities. So I told her about the army, nothing more, calm down." words fly back and forth between the two as Carina screams out her frustration, disappointment and anger at Owen's actions. Her anger seems to know no bounds and she lets out all of her emotions without regard for loss. "Idiota! Come puoi essere così idiota!" (Idiot! How can you be such an idiot!)

The trauma surgeon tried to defend himself, but Carina didn't let up. She looked at him hatefully and crossed both arms over her chest. "You know what the army does to you, you yourself were plagued with PTSD, you even wanted to strangle your wife in her sleep!" the angry words hit him like lashes, and he seemed to be overwhelmed by her emotions. He tried to get her attention, but Carina was too caught up in her anger to listen.

The tension in the room reaches its peak and Owen finally becomes silent and resigned. The words dry up, but the anger is still in the air, heavy and burdensome. Carina disappears in total frustration and leaves the former soldier standing in the emergency room, all eyes on him.

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