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Falling Into You (Part 3)

Pairing: Emilia Clarke x fem!reader

Summary: Three weeks later Y/N finds herself running into a familiar face. This time, everyone stays upright and keeps free of a tea-drenched jacket.

Word Count: 2k+

Part 1 Part 2

The pub thrummed with Friday night energy, the buzz of laughter and conversation filling the space with a familiar warmth. Y/N sat alone at the bar counter's far end, her hands wrapped around a pint of ale. It had been one of those weeks that seemed to stretch forever, and she was more than ready to enjoy a moment of peace. 

She felt a light tap on her shoulder, and she turned, her eyes landing on a familiar face. Emilia, clad in a leather jacket and dark jeans, gave her a sheepish smile. Y/N stared for a moment, her mind struggling to catch up to the fact that this was the second time she had run into the actress. 

"Emilia?" she finally managed, a grin spreading across her face.  

"Hey." Emilia gave her a shy smile back, "It seems we have a knack for running into each other. Although at least this time no one is spilling tea all over your jacket."

"No, thank god," Y/N chuckled.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Emilia asked, gesturing to the empty stool beside her.

"Sure, please." 

Emilia slid onto the stool, her eyes meeting Y/N's. "I wanted to apologize. About the whole Daily Mail thing. I feel terrible."

"Oh, don't worry about that. It was entertaining if anything. Well, my coworkers still haven't let me live it down but I'll manage." 

"Still," Emilia sighed. "It was an invasion of your privacy. You were just out enjoying the park and having a nice conversation and-" 

"Emilia, seriously, it's totally fine." Y/N interrupted, giving Emilia her best reassuring smile. "I'm not upset, I promise." 

Emilia smiled, seeming to relax a bit. "Good. That's good. I'm glad." The bartender approached, and Emilia quickly placed her order before turning her attention back to Y/N, "Let me make it up to you. I’m here with some friends,” she said, motioning to a group of people at a nearby table. “Why don’t you join us? Drinks are on me.”

Y/N glanced over at the table where a handful of people were chatting and laughing. Unlike the Hollywood crowd she half-expected Emilia to hang around with, these people seemed… normal. Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the warmth in Emilia’s eyes pulled her in. 

“Alright, you’ve convinced me.”

Emilia’s smile broadened and the last of Y/N’s hesitation melted away. Without a second thought, Emilia reached out and grabbed her hand. 

“Come on,” Emilia said softly, her fingers gently curling around Y/N’s as she led her through the crowd. 

Y/N followed, her heart hammering in her chest, unable to stop her mind from helpfully pointing out that Emilia was holding her hand. As they made their way through the crowded pub, Y/N caught a few curious glances from the table of Emilia's friends. Emilia made quick introductions of her friends; Tom, Lily, Annie, and Paul before moving to her. 

"Guys, this is Y/N," Emilia announced, her hand still clasping Y/N's as they reached the table, “My ‘mysterious woman’.” She added, air-quoting the phrase with her free hand. Emilia gestured for Y/N to take a seat before sliding into the empty chair next to her. 

Tom was the first to speak. "Oh, so you're the infamous Y/N," He said, his expression mischievous. "Emilia hasn't shut up about you since the Daily Mail article."

"Tom!" Emilia protested, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink. "I have not."

Annie giggled, leaning forward to rest her chin in her hands. "Oh, he's not lying. We've heard all about the cute American girl she dumped tea all over."

Emilia buried her face in her hands, groaning while Y/N felt her cheeks start to burn. "Can we please talk about anything else?" Emilia pleaded, her voice muffled behind her palms.

But Annie wasn’t done yet as she leaned in with a wicked grin. “Oh, but Emilia, we still haven’t heard the full story. I mean, you tripped, dumped tea all over her, and now you’re buying her drinks? I think you owe us some details about this, what did the tabloids call it again? Oh yeah, a ‘whirlwind romance’.” 

Emilia groaned louder, her voice still muffled by her hands. “Annie, I swear...”

Tom leaned back in his chair, grinning widely. “Yeah, I think it’s time for the ‘whirlwind romance’ details. Did you two lock eyes as the tea spilled? Was there slow motion involved? Music in the background?” 

“You guys are the worst.” 

Paul laughed, “Come on, Emilia. Tea dumping, mysterious walks in the park… this is like something straight out of a romance novel. You’re giving us all the feels here.”

Lily nodded dramatically. “Exactly. I mean, I expected something like, ‘I’m Emilia Clarke, an international actress, can I buy you a drink?’ But no, instead we get a classic rom-com stumble. Bravo.”

“I’m just saying, Emilia, if you’re going to keep going with the rom-com vibe, you need to plan something grand next—like, I don’t know, tripping again but this time with a bouquet of flowers in your hands.” Tom chimed in. 

“Alright, alright, enough!” Emilia finally said, dropping her hands and waving them in surrender. “I’m never bringing her around you guys again if you don’t knock it off.” 

The table erupted into good-natured laughter, and Y/N couldn't help but join in. She looked over at Emilia, who was still blushing furiously, but her eyes were crinkled in the corners with amusement.

Paul chuckled. “Alright, we’ll give you two a break before you both turn into human tomatoes.” 

And luckily they did. The group launched into a new conversation, the topic shifting to a recent concert someone had been to, but Y/N felt Emilia lean closer, her breath brushing Y/N’s ear as she whispered, "I'm so sorry about them. They can be a lot."

Y/N turned, finding herself mere inches from Emilia, close enough to see the faint flecks of gold in her eyes. Y/N swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus, "It's fine, they're entertaining," 

Emilia smiled, her gaze dropping for a moment before returning to meet Y/N's. "Well, I'm glad. I'm really happy we ran into each other tonight."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, and she prayed that Emilia couldn't feel it hammering away in her chest. She nodded, a shy smile pulling at her lips. "Me too.”  

The conversation flowed easily between them, their bodies shifting closer together until their knees brushed beneath the table. The rest of the group was engrossed in their discussions, and Y/N was content to sit back and listen.  Every so often, she'd glance over at Emilia, and she'd catch her watching her, a soft smile on her lips. 

Before Y/N could think any more about it, Tom returned from the bar, carrying a fresh round of drinks. “Hey, I just talked to some people by the pool tables. They’re short a couple of players and asked if we wanted to join in. What do you say?” He said, gesturing towards a group of three people.

A chorus of agreement went around the table, and Emilia turned to Y/N, her expression hopeful.

"Do you play?"

Y/N grinned, nodding. "Yeah, I do."  

"Oh thank god because I'm pretty awful."  

"How bad are we talking?" 

"Like, embarrassingly bad," Emilia replied with a grin, leaning closer. "But I make up for it with charm."  

They teamed up, along with a few random players from the bar, spreading across three tables. Y/N quickly realized that Emilia wasn’t joking about her lack of skill. Every shot Emilia took seemed to miss by a mile, while Y/N effortlessly sunk her shots with precision.

“You’re really good at this,” Emilia said. “I feel like I should be taking notes.”

Y/N laughed. “Or you could just keep distracting the other team while I win us the game.”

Emilia smirked, leaning on her pool cue with a teasing glint in her eyes. “That’s a solid plan.” 

As the game went on, their playful banter turned into gentle flirting.  Emilia would nudge Y/N after a good shot, or purposefully get in her way, pretending to offer "helpful tips" that ended up with them standing far too close. 

At one point, Emilia leaned in over Y/N’s shoulder, pretending to show her how to line up a shot. Their faces were inches apart, and Emilia’s breath warmed Y/N’s neck.

“And then, put your hand just like this," Emilia said, guiding Y/N's hand down the length of the pool cue, her body pressed flush against her back. "You got it?"

Y/N's heart thudded in her chest as she nodded…and then proceeded to miss the shot completely.  

“Are you sure I’m not distracting you?” Emilia said, her voice low against Y/N's ear. 

"Maybe a little," Y/N said, her cheeks burning.

Emilia laughed, and her hand trailed lightly across Y/N's shoulders. "Sorry, I'll behave." She teased, as she finally stepped back.

Finally, they won a round, thanks mostly to Y/N’s skill, but Emilia sank the final ball.

"Oh my god, we did it!" Emilia squealed, throwing her arms around Y/N's neck and pulling her into a tight hug. Y/N stumbled back a bit, but her arms automatically wrapped around Emilia's waist, steadying her.  Neither let go right away, holding each other a bit longer than expected. Y/N felt the warmth of Emilia’s body against hers, the soft press of Emilia’s cheek against her neck, and she had to remind herself to breathe.

Emilia’s lips brushed close to her ear as she whispered, “Maybe I’m not so bad at this after all.”  

Before Y/N could answer, a loud cheer rose from the nearby table, pulling them back into the present. They laughed softly as they stepped apart, but Emilia kept her hand on Y/N’s arm.

"I think we deserve a drink after that win," Emilia said, her hand trailing down until it found Y/N’s.  

“Lead the way.” 

Emilia’s fingers slipped easily between Y/N’s, their hands fitting together as if it were the most natural thing in the world.  As Emilia tugged her through the crowd, Y/N’s heart hammered faster, a giddy rush of nerves building inside her. Emilia still didn’t let go when they reached the bar, her hand lingering in Y/N’s as though neither of them was ready to break the connection.

As they stood waiting for their drinks, the reality of the moment caught up with Y/N, and a small nervous laugh escaped her lips. “You know, if the paparazzi catches us like this, holding hands… they’re going to have a field day.”

Emilia’s gaze didn’t waver as she replied. “Let them.” Her thumb brushed against the back of Y/N’s hand, and her eyes twinkled with a mixture of amusement and something warmer.

Their drinks arrived and Emilia led her away from the noise of the bar. But instead of heading back toward the pool tables, Emilia surprised Y/N by guiding her toward the back door of the bar. 

The air was crisp, biting with the chill of the evening. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of the bar, and Y/N immediately noticed how empty and still the courtyard was. There wasn’t a soul in sight, just the quiet hum of the city in the distance. Y/N shivered slightly from both the cold and the sudden shift in the atmosphere, her confusion bubbling up as she glanced at Emilia.

“Why are we—?” she began, but before she could finish, Emilia stopped walking and placed her drink down on a nearby table. Her expression had changed, a nervous energy settling into her features as she turned back to face Y/N.

“I brought us out here because…” Emilia hesitated, her hand still holding Y/N’s tightly. “Because I just wanted it to be us.”

Before Y/N could react, Emilia closed the distance between them, leaning in to press her lips against Y/N’s in a soft and tentative kiss. Y/N’s eyes widened in shock, her mind scrambling to process what was happening.   

Emilia was kissing her.

For a heartbeat, Y/N froze, too stunned to respond. But then she felt the gentle pressure of Emilia’s lips start to withdraw, and it snapped her out of her daze. Realization hit her like a wave, and Y/N surged forward, closing the gap once more. She kissed Emilia back, slowly, letting the warmth and sweetness of the moment wash over her.

The kiss was soft and unhurried, a tender exchange of affection that sent sparks fluttering through Y/N’s chest. When they finally broke apart, both were smiling, breathless from the moment. Without saying a word, Emilia nestled closer, burying her nose against the crook of Y/N’s neck as her arms slipped around her waist. Y/N wrapped her arms around Emilia’s shoulders, holding her close as they stood in the chilly courtyard.

Emilia nuzzled closer, her nose brushing the skin of Y/N’s neck, and after a moment, her soft voice broke the silence. “You know maybe the Daily Mail was onto something.”

Y/N chuckled, “It has been quite the whirlwind romance. Tea dumping and all.”

Emilia giggled, her warm breath tickling the side of her neck. Y/N tightened her arms around her, savoring every second of this closeness, the way Emilia seemed to melt into her arms. 

"It has," Emilia said, lifting her head to meet Y/N's gaze, her smile turning a bit shy. "And maybe…maybe you are my mysterious woman. Or could be?”

Y/N’s heart swelled, a rush of affection surging through her for the woman in front of her—this famous actress who had tumbled into her life quite literally, spilling tea all over her in a park. And yet here they were, standing together, Emilia gazing up at her with an endearing mix of hope, nerves, and unmistakable affection in her eyes. Y/N smiled, her hands moving to gently cup Emilia's cheeks, her thumbs brushing over her skin.

"I'd like that."

The smile that spread across Emilia's face was breathtaking. "Good. Because I'd really like to kiss you. A lot," She whispered. 

Y/N laughed. “I think that can be arranged.” 

She leaned in, capturing Emilia's lips once more. This time, the kiss was deeper and more passionate. Y/N's fingers tangled in Emilia's hair, drawing her closer as Emilia's hands trailed down her back, tugging her against her body. 

"Hey where did—oh! " Tom's voice startled them, and they broke apart. He stood at the door, his cheeks reddening. "Shit, sorry guys, didn't mean to interrupt," he said, holding up his hands in apology.

"Interrupt what?" Annie said, pushing past him, "Oooh did you two finally kiss?!"

"Oh my god," Emilia groaned, dropping her forehead to Y/N's shoulder in embarrassment.

Y/N chuckled, her arms tightening around Emilia's waist as she rested her chin on her head. "Maybe."

"Yay!" Annie squealed, clapping her hands in delight.

Tom rolled his eyes, "Alright, come on, leave them alone."

Annie ignored him, "Can I take a picture? This is so cute."

Emilia lifted her head from Y/N's shoulder, her cheeks still flushed pink. She glanced at Y/N, and when Y/N gave a small nod, Emilia grinned, "Yeah, go ahead." 

Annie squealed again, practically bouncing with excitement as she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo. Tom shook his head, but his smile was warm as he glanced at Y/N and Emilia. 

"Trust me you'll both love having this moment documented for your future wedding," Annie said with a cheeky grin. Y/N immediately blushed, and Emilia's eyes widened in surprise, her face flushing an even deeper shade of pink.

"Annie! " Tom said, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her back inside, "Leave them alone." 

"Bye, girls! You're adorable together!" Annie called out over her shoulder.

Once they were gone, Y/N let out a long exhale, her cheeks burning. Emilia was blushing furiously as well, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

“You know,” Y/N said, her voice soft, “this isn’t exactly how I imagined my night going.”

Emilia looked up at her, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Better or worse?”

“Definitely better.”

“Good answer,” Emilia murmured, stepping closer, her arms wrapping around Y/N’s neck, “Now, where were we?” 

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Falling Into You (Part 2)

Pairing: Emilia Clarke x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Emilia find themselves on the pages of the Daily Mail

Word Count: 2k+

Part 1 Here Part 3 Here

The morning light crept through the thin curtains of Y/N’s new flat, illuminating the scattered boxes and half-unpacked luggage that still littered the living room. It had only been a couple of weeks since she’d moved to the UK from Colorado, and despite her best intentions, she hadn’t quite found the time or energy to finish unpacking. The flat was a charming, if modest, space with creaky wooden floors and large windows that let in the autumn sunlight, but it still felt more like a temporary stopover than home.

Y/N padded around the kitchen in her worn slippers, her movements leisurely and unhurried. The kettle bubbled away on the stove, steam rising as she waited for the water to boil. She glanced around at the cluttered countertops, mentally adding ‘organize kitchen’ to the ever-growing list of things she needed to do. But not today. Today was going to be a lazy Saturday.

The whistle of the kettle broke her train of thought, and she poured the boiling water over a coffee filter, the rich scent of the brew filling the small kitchen. She sighed contentedly, the familiar smell a comforting reminder of home. Her favorite mug—a chipped one from a café in the Rockies—sat waiting on the counter. She filled it to the brim, taking a cautious sip before making her way to the kitchen table.

She pushed aside a pile of unopened mail and travel brochures, finding a small space to set down her coffee. Her laptop sat closed in front of her, an open invitation to start her day with the mindless scroll of social media or catching up on emails, but she resisted the urge. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, cradling the warm mug between her hands as she soaked in the quiet stillness of the morning.

Just as she was starting to enjoy the peacefulness, her phone buzzed, vibrating its way across the cluttered table. She glanced at the screen and saw her coworker's name, Sara, flashing. With a bemused smile, she picked up the call.

“Hey, Sara. What’s up?” she greeted, her voice still thick with sleep. 

Sara’s voice crackled through the speaker, rapid and almost breathless with excitement. “Oh my God, Y/N! Did you see it? Tell me you’ve seen it! I just sent it to you!”

Y/N blinked, bewildered, her still sleepy mind struggling to catch up. “Uh, seen what?”

“Check your texts!” Sara insisted, her voice buzzing with so much energy that Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Alright, alright,” she muttered, pulling the phone away from her ear and opening the text message thread. A new message from Sara blinked at the top of the screen. She tapped on it, her thumb hovering over the image file for a moment before she clicked it.

Her eyes widened as the Daily Mail article loaded. It was a bright, glossy picture of her and Emilia Clarke from the other day. They were walking through the park, Emilia mid-laugh, her hand brushing against Y/N’s arm as they stood outside the café. The headline blared across the screen in bold letters:

"Emilia Clarke Enjoys a Cool Fall Day with a Mysterious Woman!"

Y/N nearly spat out her coffee, coughing as she read the caption below the photo. “‘The Game of Thrones star was seen enjoying a casual day out with an unidentified brunette, sparking rumors of a new romance...’” Her eyes widened, and she could almost hear Sara's barely-contained glee on the other end of the line.

“Are you kidding me?” Y/N muttered to herself, scrolling down the article. There were more pictures—one of her laughing at something Emilia had said, another of them at the café, their heads close together in conversation. Each image was accompanied by captions that only seemed to add fuel to the fire. “Who writes this stuff?”

Sara’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “So? Spill! Are you secretly dating Emilia Clarke, and you just forgot to tell me? Because that’s something you don’t forget to mention, Y/N!”

Y/N rubbed a hand over her face, feeling a mix of amusement and disbelief. “No, Sara, I’m not dating Emilia Clarke,” she said, shaking her head as she continued scrolling. “‘The pair appeared at ease as they strolled through the park, sparking rumors of a potential new love interest.’ Really?”

Sara giggled on the other end of the line. “I mean, they’re not wrong. You two looked super cute together. Who knew you’d have such an eventful first month in the UK?”

Y/N let out a huff of laughter. “Yeah, because this is exactly what I pictured—moving to a new country, getting mistaken for a celebrity’s new girlfriend in the tabloids. Totally normal.”   

They both laughed, the absurdity of the situation lightening the initial shock. Y/N glanced around her still-chaotic flat, the unpacked boxes and scattered belongings serving as a stark contrast to the glamorous life the article seemed to suggest she was part of.

Y/N shook her head, returning her attention back to the article. “‘The pair appeared to be quite cozy as they strolled through the park, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Could this be the beginning of a new celebrity romance?’” she read aloud, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Unbelievable.”

“Cozy, huh?” Sara teased, giggling. “You know, this could be your big break into the world of tabloid fame!”

Y/N rolled her eyes, unable to hold back a laugh of her own. “Oh, great. Just what I need. My fifteen minutes of fame as Emilia Clarke’s mystery woman.”

Y/N glanced back at the article, a strange mix of amusement and disbelief washing over her. The way the article painted the day as some kind of romantic rendezvous was almost comical, if not for the fact that it was now out there for the world to see.

“Well, I have to go, but we’re not done talking about this!” Sara warned, still giggling.

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/N replied with a smirk. “I’ll talk to you later.” 

Y/N set her phone down and leaned back in her chair, chuckling to herself. “Emilia Clarke’s mystery woman,” she muttered with a shake of her head. The idea was so absurd it was almost laughable. She glanced around her cluttered flat, her eyes landing on an open box filled with books she still hadn’t unpacked.

“Well, if I’m going to be famous, I guess I should at least finish unpacking,” she said to no one in particular. With a grin, she pushed herself up from the table and set to work. After all, it wasn’t every day you got mistaken for a celebrity’s love interest in the tabloids. She might as well enjoy it.

Emilia’s POV

The late morning sun was warm on Emilia’s skin as she settled into a wicker chair in her garden, cradling a mug of steaming tea between her hands. It was a rare, quiet Saturday morning, and she intended to savor it. The garden was her sanctuary, a little pocket of green amidst the bustling city, filled with blooming flowers and the soft hum of bees. She took a sip of her tea, the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves as she let herself relax into the tranquility of the moment.

Her phone, resting on the small table beside her, buzzed with a notification. She ignored it at first, not wanting to interrupt the peaceful silence, but curiosity got the better of her. She reached for the device, glancing at the screen. It was a message from her publicist, Jackie.

Jackie: What do I need to know about this?

Emilia frowned, confusion furrowing her brow as she opened the attachment. Her eyes widened as the Daily Mail article loaded, the headline jumping out at her in bold letters:

“Emilia Clarke Enjoys a Cool Fall Day with a Mysterious Woman!”

A groan escaped her lips, loud enough to disturb a few birds perched in the nearby tree. “Oh, for the love of—” she muttered, scrolling through the article. There were pictures of her and Y/N from the other day, walking through Hampstead Heath, laughing at the café. The captions were all suggestive, spinning a narrative that was completely out of line with what had actually happened.

She rubbed her forehead, her mind racing. How had the paparazzi even found her? It had been such an ordinary day, and she hadn’t noticed anyone following them. Her eyes skimmed the article again, noting how it made Y/N out to be her new love interest, emphasizing their supposed chemistry and the cozy atmosphere between them.

Before she could fully process her irritation, her phone rang, Jackie’s name flashing on the screen. Emilia sighed and answered, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Good morning, Jackie,” she greeted, trying to keep her tone light despite the frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

“Morning? More like afternoon at this rate,” Jackie quipped, but her tone quickly turned serious. “Emilia, what’s going on? Are you dating this woman or not? Because, from these photos, it certainly looks like there’s something going on.”

Emilia closed her eyes, the absurdity of it all almost making her laugh. “No, Jackie, I’m not dating her. I literally just met her the other day. I tripped over her in the park, we had tea, and that was it.”

“Mhm,” Jackie’s voice was skeptical, but playful. “Because that’s how everyone looks at a stranger they just met. I mean, look at these pictures. You two look awfully cozy together.”

Emilia bit back a retort, her gaze shifting to the garden around her, the flowers swaying gently in the breeze. “We were just talking. She seemed nice, and we had a good conversation, but that’s it. I feel terrible for her—now she’s got her face plastered all over the tabloids because she happened to have tea with me.”

Jackie’s sigh was audible over the line. “You know this happens. You’re Emilia Clarke, for crying out loud. Every time you step outside, people notice. Whether you like it or not, that’s just how it is.”

“I know,” Emilia muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “But it’s not fair to her. She didn’t ask for any of this.”

“Maybe not,” Jackie conceded, her tone softening a bit. “But you can’t control what the paparazzi do. You know that. It’s part of the deal, unfortunately.”

Emilia was silent for a moment, staring down at the half-empty mug of tea in her hand. She’d been through this a hundred times before, but it never got any easier. And now this poor woman, who had probably just been trying to enjoy her day, was being dragged into the spotlight because of a random encounter.

“What can I do, Jackie?” Emilia asked quietly, feeling a pang of guilt. “I want to apologize to her, at least.”

Jackie was silent for a moment, considering. “I can try to find out where she works, or maybe get her contact information somehow. But you know how tricky this can get. We don’t want to overstep.”

“I know,” Emilia sighed. “But I just… I feel like I should do something. This is all so ridiculous, and now she’s caught up in it because of me.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Jackie said, her voice gentler now. “But try not to worry too much, okay? These things blow over. People will be onto the next story before you know it.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Emilia murmured, though she didn’t feel much relief. She thanked Jackie and hung up, setting her phone down on the table with a frustrated sigh. The garden felt less serene now, the peaceful morning soured by the thought of Y/N being dragged into her chaotic world without warning.

She leaned back in her chair, staring up at the sky. It was such a small, silly thing—just a chance meeting and a bit of conversation—but it had spiraled out of control so quickly. And now Y/N, who seemed so kind and genuine, was probably dealing with the fallout.

Emilia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and let the cool air wash over her. She’d find a way to make this right, or at least to apologize. Somehow. But for now, all she could do was sit there, sipping her now-cold tea, and wonder how one simple day in the park had turned into this.

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Falling Into You

Pairing: Emilia Clarke x fem!reader

Summary: When Y/N moved to the UK, the last thing she expected was to be tripped over by Emilia Clarke.

Author’s Note: I’m so American so I apologize if I’ve messed up any the locations in this story.

Part 2 Part 3

Sunlight filtered through the golden leaves above, casting a gentle, warm glow over Hampstead Heath. It was one of those perfect autumn days, the sky a clear, endless blue, the air crisp and filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves. Y/N wandered along the path, her boots crunching against the gravel as she took in the unfamiliar yet beautiful surroundings. She had been in London for a few weeks now, but the sense of being out of place still lingered. Hampstead Heath, with its sprawling meadows and ancient trees, almost reminded her of home, of the Colorado mountains.

She spotted a large pile of leaves off the path, a playful temptation she couldn’t resist. Smiling to herself, she detoured and threw herself down into the pile, feeling the satisfying crunch beneath her as she spread her arms wide and stared up at the clear sky. The coolness of the leaves seeped through her jacket, but she didn't mind. It was a simple joy, a moment of carefree abandon she hadn’t experienced in what felt like ages.

The wind rustled the leaves around her, the park’s tranquility wrapping around her like a blanket. She closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the nostalgia of autumn back home. The stillness, however, was short-lived.

A soft thud, followed by a surprised gasp, shattered the quiet, and Y/N felt a weight suddenly collapse onto her midsection. Her eyes snapped open just as a to-go cup of tea tumbled through the air, its contents spilling across her jacket before the cup itself rolled harmlessly to the side. Y/N blinked, her mind struggling to process what had just happened.

She shifted, looking up to see a pair of wide, shocked eyes staring down at her. The woman, petite with tousled brown hair and a look of sheer horror on her face, was practically sprawled across her, half supported by Y/N and half sinking into the pile of leaves.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” the woman gasped, pushing herself up awkwardly, her cheeks flushing crimson. Y/N could only stare, her brain catching up to the fact that the woman who had just tripped over her was none other than Emilia Clarke.

Y/N scrambled to sit up, dislodging a few stray leaves from her hair, a flurry of apologies spilling from her lips as well. “No, no, it’s okay, I shouldn’t have been laying here like a, um, leaf pile lurker.” She winced at her own words, feeling her face heat up as she glanced at her now tea-stained jacket. “Really, it’s fine.”

Emilia, still looking mortified, grabbed her bag and rummaged through it, finally producing a handful of napkins. “Please, let me—” She moved closer, dabbing at Y/N’s jacket before abruptly freezing. Realizing she was patting down a stranger, she thrust the napkins into Y/N’s hands instead. “I’m so, so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going, and then I tripped, and… I’ve ruined your jacket.”

Y/N looked down at the damp fabric and chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension. “At least it’s not coffee. It’s just a jacket, I can wash it when I get home.” She paused, noticing the slight shiver that ran through her despite her words. “Although, I might’ve chosen the wrong day to take a nap in the leaves.”

Emilia’s gaze softened as she noticed the slight tremor in Y/N’s hands. “Are you sure you’re alright? You’re shivering. There’s a café nearby—please, let me at least get you something warm. I feel terrible.”

Y/N hesitated but then nodded with a small smile. “Okay, but only if I can buy you tea in return. I’m partially to blame, after all.”

Emilia’s relieved smile was all the encouragement Y/N needed as they made their way back to the path, falling into step beside each other. The silence between them was surprisingly comfortable, and Y/N found herself glancing at Emilia out of the corner of her eye, still not quite believing that she’d literally run into the actress like this.

They reached the café, a quaint little place tucked away from the more crowded areas of the park. A bell chimed softly as they entered, the warm air and rich scent of coffee and pastries enveloping them. 

“I’m getting your coffee,” Emilia announced with a grin, already heading for the counter.

Y/N raised a brow, matching her smile. “Then I’m getting your tea.” They stood side by side, placing their orders and handing over their cards—Emilia for the coffee, Y/N for the tea. They waited for their order, occasionally glancing at each other for a moment before Y/N spoke. 

"I'm Y/N by the way." She extended her hand, feeling a spark of warmth as Emilia's smaller hand slipped into hers.

"Emilia." The actress' eyes sparkled with amusement as she shook Y/N's hand. "Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," Y/N replied, trying to keep her voice steady as her mind helpfully reminded her that she was holding the hand of Emilia fucking Clarke.

The barista called out their orders, and they released their hands to accept the cups. Y/N was expecting to part ways now, but to her surprise, Emilia gestured to the seating area. 

“Would you like to sit for a bit?” Emilia asked, her voice soft, almost hesitant. Y/N blinked, surprised, but nodded. “Yeah, sure. That sounds nice.”

They found a small table in a quiet corner of the café, away from prying eyes and curious glances. The sun streamed through the window, casting a gentle light over the polished wood and the small vase of fresh flowers between them. Emilia wrapped her hands around her cup, her eyes meeting Y/N’s over the rim with a curious intensity.

"So, Y/N, what brings you to London?" She asked, her tone light but genuinely interested, "You don't sound like you are from here." 

Y/N chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee. "You're right. I'm from the States, Colorado to be exact. I actually just moved here for work a couple weeks ago." 

Emilia nodded. "Do you like it here so far? I mean, besides the occasional unexpected stranger falling on you?" Her lips quirked in a teasing grin.

"I do. It's very different, but it's a good different," Y/N replied, returning her smile. "And hey, at least the company's not too bad."

Emilia laughed,  "Well, I'm glad I could help make your move a memorable one."

Y/N could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as the memory of Emilia laying on top of her resurfaced. She quickly took a gulp of her coffee, willing her mind not to go there.

"So, what about you?" she asked, desperate to change the subject, "What brings you to Hampstead Heath?"

"Just taking a break from filming," Emilia said, a note of exhaustion in her voice. "I needed some fresh air, and this place always helps clear my head."

Y/N nodded, understanding. "Yeah, I can see why. It's beautiful." 

"It is a lovely place. Though I supposed it's not the same as what you're used to, is it? 

"No, not quiet. I guess I'm still getting used to everything being so...flat." Y/N laughed, but there was a wistfulness in her voice that was impossible to miss.

Emilia smiled sympathetically, her eyes searching. "Do you miss home?"

"Sometimes," Y/N admitted. "But I'm here now, and I'm determined to make the best of it. And hey, if I ever get homesick, I can always just go throw myself into a pile of leaves."

Emilia laughed, "Is being drenched in tea also part of the Colorado experience?"

"Only on special occasions."

They both laughed, the sound blending into the quiet hum of the café. As the minutes passed, conversation flowed more easily between them. They talked about Y/N’s move, her impressions of London so far, and Emilia’s own love for the city. Y/N found herself relaxing more and more, drawn in by Emilia’s warmth and genuine interest.

The café had filled up around them, but their little corner remained a small bubble of quiet conversation and shared smiles. Y/N glanced at the clock on the wall, surprised at how much time had passed. “I can’t believe we’ve been here for over an hour,” she said, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Emilia looked equally surprised, her eyes widening slightly as she followed Y/N’s gaze to the clock. “Wow, you’re right. Time flies when you’re in good company, I guess.” She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

They lingered for a few more minutes, exchanging a few more stories before Emilia glanced at her phone, a small sigh escaping her. “I should probably get going, but this was… really nice.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment. “Yeah, it was. Thanks for the coffee, and, uh, for not being mad about the whole tripping incident.”

Emilia laughed.. “I think I’m the one who owes you thanks for not being mad. I did spill my tea all over you, after all.” 

They both stood, an awkward silence stretching between them as they gathered their things. Y/N shifted from one foot to the other, searching for the right words. “Um, thanks again. For the coffee and, you know, the company. It was really nice talking to you.”

Emilia hesitated, her eyes searching Y/N’s for a moment before she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Y/N in a quick, almost shy hug. The unexpected warmth and softness of the embrace caught Y/N off guard, but she instinctively wrapped her arms around Emilia, careful not to hold on too tightly. It was over almost as quickly as it began, and they stepped back, both of them slightly flushed.

“Take care, Y/N,” Emilia said softly, her eyes warm but tinged with something Y/N couldn’t quite place. 

With one last smile, Emilia turned and headed for the door. Y/N watched her go, her heart thudding in her chest as the bell above the door chimed softly, the sound carrying on the cool breeze that followed Emilia out into the park.

Y/N stood there for a moment longer, the warmth of the hug still lingering on her skin, the scent of Emilia’s perfume faint in the air. She exhaled slowly, a small smile pulling at her lips as she turned back toward the empty table.    

Emilia Clarke. Tea. And an unforgettable afternoon. London, she thought, was turning out to be more interesting than she expected.

[mondaysamiright]

Heat of the Moment

Pairing: Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader

Summary: Two idiots in love and the good ole blurting out confessions of love. 

Author's Notes: So Y/N is the daughter of Teddy Altman (idk why I just picked someone lol) and a paramedic with Seattle Fire. She is a part of one of their EMS units (emergency medical services) and works for Station 19 (of course). Sorry it's a bit long!

The fire raged in front of them, an angry orange beast that roared louder with every passing minute. Y/N Altman, standing with her EMS unit on the street, stared up at the burning building. A couple of other paramedics from the other EMS unit hesitated, looking toward the distant wail of the fire truck’s sirens.

Y/N didn’t hesitate.

“There’s someone still inside,” one of the neighbors screamed, pointing to the third floor. “They didn’t make it out!”

Without waiting for backup, she darted toward the building, ignoring the shouts of her fellow medics. Flames licked the door frame as Y/N barged through, smoke stinging her eyes and the acrid scent filling her lungs. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, the sound almost drowned out by the crackling fire as she moved quickly through the narrow hallway.

The heat was unbearable, and the smoke reduced her visibility to almost nothing. She could feel the warmth creeping closer to her skin, but she pushed through, her mind focused solely on finding the person trapped inside.

There. In the corner of the room, collapsed beneath a window, she spotted the figure. They were slumped, unconscious, face streaked with soot. Y/N dropped to her knees and assessed them briefly before hefting the limp body over her shoulders, gritting her teeth against the weight.

Her legs burned as she stumbled her way back through the inferno. The flames had spread, closing in fast. Y/N pushed down the panic, adrenaline surging through her as she fought her way out, sweat dripping down her brow. She could feel the heat blistering the skin on her arms, the bite of fire making its presence known in sharp, painful bursts, but there was no stopping now. The person on her back needed to survive.

The moment she burst back through the door, coughing violently, the fire trucks were arriving. Medics rushed forward, taking the unconscious patient from her. Y/N, panting hard, bent over with her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

Maya Bishop, her boss, was there in seconds. “What the hell were you thinking?” Maya’s voice was sharp, a mix of fury and concern. “You could’ve been killed!”

“I got them out, didn’t I?” Y/N rasped through her coughing, waving her off. The burns on her arms were starting to throb, but she ignored the pain.

“I want you checked out when we get to the hospital. No arguments, Altman,” Maya ordered, her tone brooking no room for defiance. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Grey Sloan Memorial buzzed with the usual controlled chaos, and Y/N, now in the ER, stood leaning against the wall, arms folded, her patience wearing thin. Her burns were minor—she’d had worse. All she wanted to do was get back to the station and sleep off the exhaustion. But of course, she was stuck here. Because rules. 

 She was ready to leave—already calculating how fast she could slip out unnoticed—when the doors to the ER flung over and Y/N couldn’t help the groan that escaped her lips. 

“Y/N Altman!”

Amelia’s voice cut through the busy ER, her white coat flying behind her as stormed across the floor. She’d heard that tone before. It was the 'I’m-going-to-kill-you' tone. Amelia came to a stop right in front of her, her eyes blazed with a fury. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

Y/N crossed her arms tighter, meeting Amelia’s glare with one of her own. “Good to see you too, Dr. Shepherd,” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “I was doing my job. You know, saving lives?”

Amelia’s jaw clenched, “Running into a burning building?” she shot back. “Without waiting for fire? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Please, I’m fine. It’s not like I haven’t dealt with dangerous situations before.”

“That’s not the point! You’re not a firefighter, Y/N. You had no business going into that building.”

Y/N straightened, the annoyance in her chest flaring as she pushed herself off the wall. “Oh, so now you’re suddenly concerned about how I do my job? You’ve never cared before when we’ve argued over cases.”

Amelia let out a frustrated laugh. “This isn’t about a patient, Y/N!  This is about you almost dying because you thought you could play the hero!”

Y/N blinked, momentarily thrown by the emotion in Amelia’s voice. “I wasn’t playing hero,” she said, “I was doing what needed to be done.”

“No,” Amelia snapped, stepping closer, her voice shaking now. “You were doing something reckless. Something that could’ve gotten you killed.”

Y/N stared at her, bewildered. “Why are you so upset? I’m fine. The patient’s fine. It’s over.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Amelia said, her voice quieter now, but no less intense. “You could’ve died, Y/N. And you just—brush it off like it’s nothing.”

“I don’t understand why you’re—”

“Because I love you, you idiot!”

The noise of the ER seemed to vanish in an instant, the beeping monitors and hurried footsteps fading into the background as Amelia’s words hung in the air. Y/N’s mind went blank, her usual quick wit frozen. 

Y/N blinked, her mouth falling open in shock. “What?” she said, the word barely escaping her lips.

Amelia swallowed hard, her eyes now glistening with unshed tears. “I love you,” she repeated, her face a mix of anger, fear, and something softer that Y/N had never seen before. “And I can’t stand watching you do this to yourself. Running into danger like you don’t care about what happens to you. I don’t want to lose you.”

Amelia’s chest heaved, her voice cracking as she spoke again. “I care about you, Y/N. More than you know. And every time you do something like this, it terrifies me. I can’t—” She broke off, shaking her head as tears finally spilled over. “I can’t lose you.” 

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. She had no idea what to say to this version of Amelia. The emotional wall between them had always been sturdy, but now, it was crumbling, and Y/N felt completely unequipped to deal with the fallout. 

Amelia took a shaky step back, looking away as she swiped at her eyes again, her voice cracking. “I can’t do this. I can’t just watch you destroy yourself. It’ll kill me. I care too much.”

Without another word, Amelia turned and practically ran out of the ER, leaving Y/N frozen in place. The bustling activity of the ER resumed around her, but Y/N couldn’t move, couldn’t think past the whirlwind of emotions that had just swept over her.

For a long moment, Y/N just stood there, her heart pounding as Amelia’s words echoed in her ears. Finally, Y/N snapped out of her stupor. She needed to find Amelia. She couldn’t leave it like this.

Y/N jogged out of the ER, scanning the hall until she spotted Amelia near the elevators. She caught up just as Amelia angrily punched the button for the elevator, her tears falling freely now.

“What do you want?” Amelia snapped, “You came to give me a sarcastic comment? Make fun of me for crying, for caring about you?”  

Y/N’s heart twisted. There was no sarcasm left, no sharp retorts. “Amelia…” Y/N started, stepping closer, but Amelia took a shaky step back, her fists trembling at her sides. 

“Don’t,” Amelia choked out. “Don’t try to make this better. I hate you for making me feel like this.” 

Before Y/N could open her mouth to speak, Amelia’s fist connected with her chest, the impact startling but not painful.  “I hate you,” Amelia choked out. Her fists struck again, harder this time. “I hate you.” 

The words stung more than the hits themselves, but Y/N knew—knew deep down—that Amelia didn’t mean it. She stood still, allowing Amelia’s fists to land again and again, her own hands at her sides, not moving to block or stop the blows. 

“I hate you for making me love you!” Amelia said, her words coming out in a sob. Her fists, once forceful, were losing strength, each hit becoming weaker, more desperate. 

Then at once, Amelia fell against her, her face buried in Y/N’s uniform as she sobbed, her fists gripping the material tightly. Y/N wrapped her arms around her, holding her close as Amelia cried, the sound muffled in her chest.  Y/N could feel every shake of Amelia’s body, could feel the warmth of her tears soaking into her shirt, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was holding her, being there for her in this moment.

Y/N held her tighter, her hand moving to the back of Amelia’s head, gently stroking her hair. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, as they stood in the quiet hallway, the chaos of the hospital continuing around them. Y/N didn’t move, didn’t speak beyond the quiet, comforting words she whispered into Amelia’s hair. Eventually, Amelia’s sobs began to subside, the harsh gasps for air slowing, her grip on Y/N’s shirt loosening. She still clung to her, her head resting against Y/N’s chest, but the desperation was fading, replaced by exhaustion. 

“I don’t want to keep losing people I care about,” Amelia whispered. “And you… you make me feel like I’m going to lose you every time you do something like this. I love you, Y/N. And it terrifies me.” 

Y/N said nothing for a moment, just tightened her arms around Amelia. For a long moment, they just stood there. The warmth of Amelia's body against hers, the steady rise and fall of her breathing—it was enough to ground Y/N in a way she hadn’t expected.

She didn’t want to speak, not yet. But eventually, the words bubbled up, ones she’d been avoiding for too long. 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered, her voice soft in the silence. She felt Amelia stiffen slightly, then relax again in her arms. “I didn’t realize… I didn’t think about how much it affected you. I’ve always been… reckless, I guess. And I know we argue. A lot. But it doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

Amelia’s breathing had slowed, her head still resting against Y/N’s chest, listening.

“Despite all the fighting,” Y/N continued, her voice a little shaky now, “you’re… you’re the one I look forward to seeing. You drive me crazy, Amelia. But it’s in the best way possible. When I walk into the ER, and I know you’re there, it’s like—” She paused, trying to find the right words. “It’s like, no matter what happens that day, I get to see you. And that’s enough.”

Amelia’s grip on Y/N’s shirt tightened, but she remained quiet, listening.

“I can’t imagine not having you around,” Y/N admitted softly. “We argue, yeah, but you’re the one thing that’s constant in all the chaos. And I think, maybe I’ve been scared to admit it to myself, but…” Y/N’s voice faltered for a moment before she took a deep breath. “I love you, Amelia.”

For a second, there was nothing but silence. Then Amelia pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at Y/N, her eyes still glistening with tears but softened by the weight of Y/N’s words. She stared at Y/N, her lips parting as if to speak, but before she could, Y/N leaned down and pressed her lips to hers.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if they were both testing the waters. But then, Amelia slowly slipped her hands up to Y/N's shoulders and around her neck, pulling her closer. Y/N responded in kind, her hands dropping to Amelia's waist and her fingers gently splaying across the small of her back.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads resting together, both of them were breathless but smiling. “Well this is nice,” Y/N said after a moment.

Amelia let out a soft laugh. “As opposed to arguing all the time?” 

Y/N chuckled, her fingers tracing small circles on Amelia’s back. “Yeah. This is a nice change. Although…” Y/N started, a hint of a teasing smile on her lips, “You have to admit, the arguing was kind of fun.” 

Amelia rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the matching smile that spread across her face. “Only because you always thought you were right.” 

“I was right,” Y/N shot back, “Most of the time, anyways.”

“You… are so impossible,” Amelia said, though the smile on her lips gave away the affection behind her words. 

Y/N grinned. “I’ve been told that once or twice.”  

Amelia laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of her lips, “Come on. You still need to get checked out.”  

Y/N groaned but didn’t argue, following Amelia’s lead as they made their way back to the ER, their fingers laced together. As they rounded the corner, they ran right into Maya, who was pacing the hall, her arms crossed and her expression stormy.

“Altman! There you are!” Maya’s voice was sharp, frustration evident as she stalked toward Y/N. “I thought you’d taken off again! You were supposed to get checked out ages ago. What the hell, Y/N? You could be—”

“Maya, I’ve got it,” Amelia interrupted. “I’m taking her to get checked out now.”

Maya blinked, her eyes darting between the two of them before she noticed their joined hands. Her stern expression faltered, a knowing smile slowly spreading across her face as she put the pieces together.

“Oh,” Maya said, her tone shifting entirely. “Oh!” She exclaimed, her grin growing. “About damn time, Altman.”

Y/N flushed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah, well… it kind of just happened.”

“Please. You two have been dancing around each other for ages. I’m just glad you finally figured it out.” She raised an eyebrow and smirked. “So, does this mean there’ll be less arguing now?”

Y/N snorted, casting a sideways glance at Amelia before responding. “No promises,” She said, her words overlapping with Amelia’s, “We’ll try.” 

Maya rolled her eyes. “Just get her checked out, Shepherd. And Altman, you’re still not off the hook. Come find me after.”

[mondaysamiright]

Trauma and Tension

Pairing: Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader

You and Amelia were arguing over a case…again. It was late and to be quite honest, that was probably the only reason the two of you were bickering. 

Despite the late hour, the hospital was still bustling with people and of course out of all places, you both ended up in the middle of the ER. 

While the patient has yet to arrive via EMS, you both had been paged down to the ER for a trauma alert and arrived before the ambulance. And now you were both arguing over which of you gets them first: you the trauma surgeon or her the neurosurgeon. 

You both knew it was you, if the bleeding wasn’t controlled first then it didn’t really matter much operating on the brain. But you really didn’t know why she was giving you such a hard time about it. 

You had also gained a semi audience of nurses and other hospital staff, who were “busying” themselves at the nurses’ station. 

It was the charge nurse who finally broke it up, “Enough already! I already have too many doctors in my ER standing around and doing nothing. Dr. Y/N, go to the trauma bay where you’re supposed to be. Dr. Shepherd, we’ll page the OR when we’re ready.” 

You couldn’t help the smug smile that the charge nurse sided with you. Of course, Amelia wasn’t too thrilled. 

“Oh bite me, Y/N.” 

“Where?” 

The response came flying out of your mouth before your brain had time to process it. The nurses’ station suddenly went quiet and you knew you had just given everyone the next week’s worth of gossip. 

Amelia’s face had instantly gone from angry, to surprised, to what you swore was a faint red blush on her cheeks. You were pretty sure the latter expression was on your face as well.

The charge nurse sighed loudly, “My ER is not a brick and mortar eHarmony. You have a critical trauma patient coming in, please go do your jobs!”  

You both mumbled an apology to the clearly agitated nurse before going opposite ways. Usually your arguments either ended in one person storming off or another staff member stepping in but today provided a third option and one you didn’t really mind.  

[mondaysamiright]

Pairing: Amelia Shepherd x Reader  

Everything hurt. You struggled to keep your eyes open as waves of pain passed through your body. You could still hear the sound of the gun going off and the screams of your partner calling for backup over the radio. 

The call had come over as a heart problem but had turned into an nightmare the moment you and your partner stepped on scene. Looking back, you should have waited for law enforcement to show up as both you and Jack felt something was off. It had been way too quiet and you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up the moment you walked up on the porch.

I don’t get paid enough for this, you thought, watching through tired eyes as your partner worked frantically above you. 

“We’re here. Just stay with me a little bit longer, Y/N.” You heard him say, “I need some help.” He yelled and moments later, more of your colleagues came into focus. You could see the worry and shock in their eyes and you knew it was bad.

The next thing you knew, you were looking at the ceiling of the trauma bay, with swarms of RNs surrounding you. You could hear Jack brokenly giving his report to the receiving trauma team. 

“GSW to the chest, BP 110/76, Pulse 120, decreased lung sounds in all four quadrants-“ 

“No!” A scream tore through the room, drowning out all of the commotion going on around you. You would recognize that voice anywhere. 

“Dr. Shepherd, you need-“ 

“Don’t you fucking tell me what to do!” A moment later, Amelia’s hand was in yours, her face coming into focus inches above yours. Her beautiful eyes were full of tears and you tried hard to lift your hand to brush them away but your body didn’t seems to want to cooperate with you. 

“Y/N, baby. I’m here.” She said, gripping your hand even tighter. You could feel the outline of the ring on her left finger reminding you weren’t just holding the hand of your girlfriend, but your fiancé. 

“Am…Am…” You tried to speak but your mouth felt too dry and it hurt too much. There was so much you wanted to say to her. You wanted to memorize every feature of her perfect face. If this was the end, you wanted her to be the last thing you saw. 

“It’s ok. I know.” She said, giving you a watery smile, “I love you too.” 

“Dr. Shepherd, we need to go.” You felt the bed you were on start to move, hearing someone yelling about making sure the OR was ready. 

She pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Fight for me, baby. Please. I need you.” As her hand slipped from yours, your eyes began to close and everything faded to black.