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bed-chemist · 2 years ago

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duke oneshot pls 🙏 (not smut)

Agora Hills - duke dennis x reader

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask. for future reference if you have a request, specify smut or no smut like this person did or imma do whatever tf i want. y'all can't cap, i've been on a fucking roll this weekend. hopefully y'all like it. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

─⋆♡ summary: you and duke are in an established relationship. he decides to surprise you and ball the fuck out.

─⋆♡ warnings: dual pov (the pov changes with the pink headers, the divider gifs just mean a bit of time has passed), language, all fluff no smut, softdom!duke (he doesn't like when the reader talks back), 18+ black!writer, alcohol, physical descriptors (brief)

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y/n

I jolt out of sleep, and the feeling of the cool air of the hotel room kicks on. Duke’s hand rubbing my leg makes me relax a little, and my eyes move to him, seeing that he's still right where he was when I fell asleep.

“Hey, baby. Time to wake up,” he says quietly, kissing me on the cheek, and then he returns his attention to his phone.

I yawn, looking up at him, recalling that he’s probably been working all night. He doesn’t look like he slept much, making me feel worse. “How long have you been awake?” He needs to prioritize his sleep.

Duke shifts, pulling me further up so he can rub my ass. “It’s 7:30 a.m., so 30 minutes. I already got up and showered,” he explains and I look up at his freshly moisturized skin.

I inhale his cologne and hum. He smells so fucking good. I grumble, annoyed at how early it is. He takes notice and spanks me lightly, and I gasp at his forwardness. “Duke, you did not just slap my ass,” I scold.

His laugh reverberates through his chest. “Yes, the fuck I did. Let me worry about you, not the other way around,” he matter-of-factly states.

I roll my eyes and sigh. “But I'm supposed to worry about you, too. It’s supposed to be equal.” I’m making valid points here.

Duke slips out from under me, standing up. He puts his hands up in defense, and he turns to walk into the bathroom and turns the shower on. I crawl to the end of the bed, stand up, and follow him into the bathroom where he’s leaning on the wall with his arm on top of the small door. Straightening, he extends his hand and pulls me into the bathroom.

“Take your time, babe. Call me if you need me,” he instructs and leans down to kiss me before brushing past me and exiting the bathroom.

My eyes watch him as he goes, drinking him in. I know he already showered, but some part of me wants him to just stand in the shower with me and hold me.

“Are you sure I look okay?” I ask Duke for the hundredth time in the last hour, holding his hand to stabilize myself as I descend the steps of the hotel.

He puts his hand on the small of my back when I’m grounded, and gently pushes me forward towards a truck near the entrance. “Yes, baby. You always look beautiful,” he responds, opening the passenger door, and extending his hand again so I can use it to climb in.

I slide into the seat and turn my head towards him, raising my eyebrows. “So that’s a no, then?” He rolls his eyes, reaching in to put the seatbelt on me. “I got it,” I snap, putting my hand on his arm. I fucking hate when he does the child thing.

Duke doesn’t say anything, just turns around to the two men who I hadn't noticed, letting me finish buckling myself. One is holding a big pastry box, and the other is holding two drinks. Duke takes the items from them, putting the box in my lap first, and then the iced drink into my hand. “I didn’t know we had security today,” I grumble. They slide into the back seat silently and I shift a bit.

Not that I mind it, I just know that the surprise will be public. “Where we’re going, we’ll need it,” he tells me before shutting the door.

As he jogs around to his side of the truck, I take a sip of the brown liquid, throwing my head back to moan as the drink washes down my throat. Bringing the cup up to my face, I look at the label that’s on the side. An iced vanilla latte with almond milk. One thing I love about Duke is that he always gets my coffee order correct. I smile and continue to sip.

Duke slides into the driver's seat, putting his drink in the cup holder. “You haven’t had your coffee, so I won’t spank you for that little attitude just a second ago.” He smirks at me and starts the truck.

Fuck. I am so fucked. I want nothing more than to straddle him right now and say fuck the surprise. But, there are two security guards in the back seat effectively stopping me from having any extra fun.

I look down at the box, noticing a giant donut with pink icing and lots of sprinkles.

“That’s your hint, baby. You’ll probably get it before I even drive off.” He smirks again, shifting the truck into drive.

I gasp in realization: warm weather, huge pink donut you can only get at one place, lots of walking…

“You are not taking me to Universal Studios for the surprise.” I whip my head over to him, eyes going wide and excitement bubbling beneath the surface. I feel like my ability to function has left this vehicle.

Duke turns at me and grins, leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek. “You’re damn right I am, baby. Now, eat your donut.” He puts his free hand around the back of my neck, and I feel my body melting into him.

The biggest grin takes over my face as he starts driving. This is going to be the best surprise ever.

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My girlfriend is practically hyperventilating as I pull the car into the parking lot at Universal Studios. I turn to look at her, and she’s squirming and squealing in her seat.

“Do we need to go through the five senses again, baby? Or are you good?” I inquire, fearing that I’ve completely jump-started her heart. Whenever she gets like this, we use the grounding technique so she can calm herself down.

She whips her head in my direction with the cutest smile on her face. “I’m good, baby. I’m just really excited.” She leans over the console to kiss me, and I know I’m going to be spoiling her for the rest of our lives.

She reaches down to undo her belt and I pull the handle, stepping out of the car. As soon as I open her door, I notice she’s looking over my shoulder. She’s seemingly weary of the two big men coming with us, so I lean in to speak into her ear. “They won't bother us, baby. They’re just here to make sure niggas don’t talk to you,” I reassure her before helping her slide out of the truck.

She places her hand and mine and we begin walking towards the entrance. “It would be you they’re talking to and we both know it,” she says.

“I don’t know about that. They practically foam at the mouth every time you’re on a stream,” I tell her, lightly swinging our hands between us.

She scoffs, flipping her long her over her shoulder. “I think you’re forgetting about filming the vlogs. Women love being in that shit,” she complains.

I smirk and lead her over to the entrance–it took everything I had not to rent the park out for her today. “We’re not filming today. I’m focusin’ on you. And I love yo ass,” I try to reassure her jealous side.

She reaches her hand up and smushes my face together. “I love you too, Dukey,” she smiles before placing a quick kiss on my lips.

Once we get through security, I lace my fingers with hers again. “What do you wanna do first?” I place a kiss on her hand, feeling her shake with excitement.

She starts bouncing up and down, her breathing picking up once again. “Can we pretty please do Harry Potter stuff first?? Everything else if we have time. I really wanna come back for the light show! Oooo! Der, can we please go get Butterbeer and Lemon Sherbets?? And then we can ride the Incredible Hulk roller coaster! PLEASE, Please, please, please-” She's speaking so fast that I end up kissing her to shut her up. I can't get in a word any other way.

She moans in my mouth, and I grip her ass, pressing her front to me. She’s so fucking hot when she’s passionate.

My hands fly up onto her shoulder to stop her incessant bouncing. “Yeah. One thing at a time, though.” I exhale. Her brain moves a million miles per second, and it’s impressive she’s been able to keep all those thoughts in her head since we got into the car and she found out where we were going.

Our private guide ushers us to the cart which drives us straight through the New York and San Francisco attractions. When she spots the Knight Bus, she begins bouncing again in her seat. “Duke, Duke! Let’s talk to it!” She has a twinkle in her eye as she cheers at me.

The cart stops and the security guards get off before us. I extend her hand for her to slide out and stand behind me. Although I have a hat and sunglasses on, if anyone notices us, I don’t want her to be bombarded.

She tugs on my arm and I look back at her bug-eyed face, chuckling at her excitement. “Alright, baby. You want me to record you?” Leaning down, I kiss her on the cheek.

The pupils in her hazel eyes dilate. “Yeah,” she chirps and I pull my phone out of my back pocket, getting it ready.

I film her, amused by her excitement. Then, my girlfriend does something that shocks the absolute shit out of me. “Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of Diagon Alley?” she asks the park employees in a British accent.

Holy shit, who knew British accents were this hot? I have got to remember that for later.

The shrunken head turns in her direction, and I zone out. “Right through that broken brick, little witch.”

It’s been stream after stream. 24/7 content. I’m fucking tired and I just needed a fun day with her. I black out as she finishes the rest of her conversation with the conductor and shrunken head.

My baby girl waves a hand in front of my face and brings me back. “Dukey, baby…” she calls, and I snap my eyes in her direction.

I breathe in to center myself before smirking down at her. “I’m here.” My hand moves to her neck. “Just thinking about how a ring would look on your finger the next time you wave your fucking hand in front of my face.”

She blushes, and looks down at the ground, kicking her feet. “Duke, you know I don’t believe in marriage…” She lets her words trail off as we continue to walk toward the brick wall.

No, I most certainly did not know that. I reach down to yank on her hand, stopping her dead in her tracks before she can take out her phone and start recording for social media.

“What do you mean you don’t believe in marriage?” I press, raising my eyebrow. Fuck, we haven’t had this conversation yet. I just assumed.

She tugs my arm, urging me to keep walking, but my feet stay firmly planted. “I mean, I believe in a life partner. It’s just that I see marriage as more of a business contract,” she explains, refusing to make eye contact with me. “Like, if anything happened to me or you, we’d have a say in each other’s affairs.” Shrugging, she turns to walk towards the broken brick wall without me.

I jog to catch up with her, putting my hand on the small of her back. Okay, so she would marry me. “So when I ask you to marry me, you’ll say yes?” I grumble, unsure of what her response will be. She’s the one I want. I want her to be my life partner, my wife, or whatever she deems appropriate.

She giggles, spinning around to kiss me as we enter Diagon Alley. “Duke, I’d marry you if you ask me.” Her breathing picks up again as she turns around and takes in the attractions. “Duke… DUKEY! DUKEY!” she shrieks, slapping her hands on my arm. “It looks so real!!” She begins bouncing up and down again, grabbing my face to turn it in the direction she wants me to look in, smashing it until my lips are puckered. If I asked her to stop, I don’t think she would.

I'm too lost in my thoughts anyway. I’m going to marry her and give her at least 5 children. I wanna show her off to the world as long as I live.

She tugs on my arm, pulling me out of my trance and further into Diagon Alley. Suddenly, we’re stopped in our tracks by a younger group of boys. “Excuse me, are you Duke?” one of them asks.

I look at Y/N for permission and she smiles and nods. “What’s going on my boy,” I link my hands with each of theirs and shake up.

A woman steps forward behind them with her phone out, already recording. “They’re so nervous to meet you,” she says behind them and I assume she’s their mom.

I become uncomfortable finding out she’s already recording before asking. Lady you’re fucking grown, you should know better. Before I can fume at the bitch, my girlfriend puts her hand on the small of my back. “Oh, he’s nice. You wanna take a picture with him?” she asks the group.

They collectively sound off yes’s and she stands on her tip toes to talk to me. “Here let me get out the way,” she says, knowing the fans probably don’t want her in it.

But I don’t give a fuck. She’s with me and the world should know that. I want to show her off every moment I get. “No, I want you in it,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her into my side.

“Baby it’s okay. Trust me,” she murmurs, pushing off of me and standing next to the mother.

She snaps a couple of pictures of me and the guys in different poses before lowering her phone and showing off her odd smile. If it weren’t for the kids and my girlfriend, I would’ve put her in her place. “Thank you,” I hear one of the kids say.

I shake up with him one last time, ruffling his curly head. “You’re welcome, big dog. Nice to meet y’all,” I say.

“Bye, Duke!” another screams and it warms my heart. This is why the fuck I do this shit.

My eyes wander up and catch with my girlfriends. She beckons me towards her and I trail behind her as she enters Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and her eyes widen when she spots a purple pygmy puff. “Dukey, Dukey! I need it!” she squeals, jumping up and down. The security guard tries his hardest to keep up with her as she sprints across the room, picking it up and squeezing it in her arms.

I sigh and pull out my black Amex card, before grabbing her hand and slapping it down. “Get whatever you want, baby,” I mutter, closing her fingers around it.

Her jaw drops and she looks down at her hand, then back up to me. “You’re fucking with me,” she retorts, shoving her hand back in my direction with it open.

I close her hand again, and shove it back towards her, “I’m being for real. Whatever you want from here on out is on me.”

She blushes at my words and I smirk, taking a step forward to kiss her soft lips. “I wanna spoil you, baby. I want you to be happy and enjoy yourself.” Hopefully, she just takes the damn card and stops arguing.

I spin her around and push her toward the cash register. She sets down the plushie and waits patiently for the cashier to finish ringing the item up. When the employee tells her where to put the card, she freezes as if the card will bite her. Cute. She feels bad for “taking” my money. She could ask me to buy her a private plot of land for her garden, and I’d have it done in seconds.

I come up behind her, towering over her small frame, and help her push the card into the chip reader. When the pin prompt comes up, I don’t cover the code. What’s mine is hers–now and forever. The machine beeps, but she doesn’t move to grab the card. So I release her hand, leaning over until my lips touch her ear. “Pull it out, baby,” I whisper into her ear, and she shudders.

Reaching to pull the card out, she silently smiles and thanks the cashier, before turning around and pushing both hands on my chest to pass me. I follow her out of the small gift shop into the street where she abruptly stops, whipping around and slamming the card onto my chest. I go to grab it when I notice her clenched jaw.

“I know better than to talk back to you, Duke. But so help me god, if you do that again, I’ll piss in the store and make you clean it up,” she seethes, her face turning red.

Fuck, she’s hot when she’s pissed off.

I throw my head back in laughter, sliding the card back into my wallet. Sage stomps her foot on the ground, grabbing my hand. “It’s not fucking funny, Dontavius,” she grumbles but pulls me into Quality Quidditch Supplies.

My eyes take a bit to adjust to the dark store. By the time they do, my girl is releasing my hand and going to grab a Slytherin backpack, whizzing around the store to grab more collectibles. I lean against the talking mirror for around 10 minutes before she comes up to me, sliding a heavy bag on my arm. Looking down, I see she’s grabbed a Slytherin tote bag and filled it with merchandise.

“You said I could buy whatever I want,” she shrugs, turning around to try on a Slytherin robe. She’s correct, and she’s got me by the balls.

She struggles to shrug on the robe, so I cross the small distance to help her, pulling it on around her. I step aside and she looks in the mirror. “You look like a bright young witch.” The automated voice compliments her, and she jumps, startled.

A chuckle erupts from my chest as I bring my hand to her back, rubbing it to soothe her. “Not a fucking Gryffindor,” I tease, smiling at her, and bring her into my side.

y/n

Three Wizard's Brews and some wand shopping later, I’m moaning while eating butterbeer ice cream. We’re waiting in line at King’s Cross Station with our Hogwarts robes on. I was proudly wearing my Slytherin ones. Meanwhile, I had to force Duke to buy a Gryffindor one and wear it just for me.

I scoop some of the ice cream up, holding the spoon to Duke’s lips. “Want some?” I ask with a childish grin on my face.

He leans down to take the spoon in his mouth, refusing to break the intense eye contact with me. I pull the spoon out of his mouth, and he swallows the ice cream. “It tastes sweet, just like you,” he murmurs in my ear, caressing my cheek with his hand.

Hoping it stuffs the urge to whine down my throat, I shove the last spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. “Dontavius,” I finally let slip, shifting to lean on my left leg.

He forcefully grabs the back of my neck, and I look around at the other people standing in line, nervous that they’re going to see him dominating the shit out of me right now. Our bodyguards don’t seem to notice which is the least I can be grateful for.

“What did I say about whining, Y/N?” His voice is so deep that I swear I can feel the vibrations in my spine.

Standing on my tiptoes in an attempt to save myself some embarrassment, I whisper into his ear, “You said if I whine, you’ll bend me over and give me something to whine about.” I know Duke won’t let up on my neck until I say the words.

He quietly groans, and releases his hold on me, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “I’m proud of you. You’re learning. Don’t do that shit,” He speaks so sternly that I know it’s not a threat–it’s a promise.

Shit, Shit, Shit. I’m so intoxicated by him right now.

His hand comes up to rest on the small of my back, ushering me forward in the line. I look down at the ice cream cup noticing it's crushed. Duke notices too, and takes the cup from my hands, tossing it perfectly into the trash can a couple feet away. He brings my finger up to his lips and slowly wraps his tongue around it, making me quietly moan. I never considered someone could have me weak in the knees, fully clothed at that. But here we are.

We make it to the front of the line and I lace my hand in Duke’s again, pulling him into the train. I go to Cabin F, where a group of teenagers sit inside, and walk in to see there’s only room for one of us to sit. Turning around, I hear the girls giggling behind me when Duke bends down to get through the door.

I put my hands on his chest, lightly pushing him. “Turn around, there’s no more room.”

Duke turns to slide the door to the cabin shut, shutting the guards out right behind the door. He sits down in the space before looking up at me with dark eyes. He sets the bag on the ground between his legs and pats his lap. “Looks like enough room to me, Y/N,” he declares, shrugging like it’s no big deal. He used my government name, which means ‘sit the fuck down.’

I turn to bunch up the robe in the back and grab my wand out of my pocket. As soon as I have it in my hands, Duke grabs my waist, pulling me forcefully down into his lap. He peppers kisses on my neck and it's definitely not helping with the intensity of haze in my brain.

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Y/N’s screams on the drop of the roller coaster put me on edge.

“Again, Dukey!” I turn to her and see that she's currently having the best adrenaline rush of her life.

She’s now five wizard brews in, and this is the third time we’ve been on The Incredible Hulk Coaster. She kicks and swings her legs, grinning at me, waiting for the ride to come to a stop. I look at my watch, seeing it’s well past 8:30. Earlier, she said that she wanted to watch the light show on Hogwarts Castle in Hogsmeade, so that means we should start heading over there now.

“Baby, you don’t wanna go back to Hogsmeade and watch the light show?” I all but beg, hoping this will get her, and me, off of this bitch ass rollercoaster.

My girlfriend continues squirming in her seat until the ride stops. “Ooo, Ooo. Yeah, let’s go back,” she exclaims as the attendant lets us out.

I get out first, turn to her, and lift her out of the safety seat. I set her down on the platform and grab her hand. The security guards keep some distance between us as we walk in silence for a little while, swinging our arms in between us. She spent the day experiencing everything this park had to offer. She’s had an endless amount of food, which I’m proud of her for. I’ve never seen her eat this much, and that eases my anxiety to know that she has a strong appetite.

She suddenly starts dragging her feet, walking slower than before. “I don’t wanna leave. And I’m tired, Dukey.” Her voice is so quiet that I barely hear her.

I stop walking, turning to stand in front of her. “You want a piggyback ride?”

She yawns, nodding.

Turning around to squat, she climbs onto my back. Once she’s secured, I continue the walk across the park to Hogsmeade. Her body goes somewhat limp, her head resting on my shoulder, and I know she's about to knock out. So, I walk into one of the shops and begin grabbing the souvenirs I know she wants.

When I get up to the counter, I shift and pull my wallet out of my front pocket. “Is she sleeping?” I ask the guard at the register, just to be sure. Y/N is so quiet and her breathing is so steady, so I assume she is, but I don’t turn back to look.

The cashier accepts the cash I give him, typing the amount into the register. “Yeah, she’s knocked out,” He chuckles, looking back and forth between her and me.

The cashier hands the guard a plastic bag with the receipt in it. “Sometimes she acts like the fucking energizer bunny in human form. But the energy eventually runs out,” I remark, tucking my wallet back into the front of my jeans.

“I feel you,” he snickers in response before we turn around to walk back out onto the cobblestone.

When I get in front of the castle with a good view, I tap my girl’s thigh. She stirs before burying her head further into my neck, groaning.

“Wake up, baby. It’s time to watch the light show,” I say melodically, trying to coax her out of her sleep.

She jerks on my back, tugging on my robe, signaling that she wants to be let down. “Thank you, Dukey,” she murmurs while sliding down my back.

Y/N comes around to stand in front of me, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. Then, she turns back around and leans back with her head on my chest, turning her attention to the show. Her eyes are wide as she watches the lights dance on the castle, amazed. She's watching the lights, but my eyes are completely on her, drinking in her beauty.

When it's over, she turns back around and stands on her tiptoes to lace her hands behind my neck. "Dontavius Tony Dennis. Thank you for the perfect day." She kisses me sweet and deep, and I can taste the butterbeer on her tongue.

Anything for you, Y/N. Anything.

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ace-shenanigans · 6 months ago

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Theyre going to drive each other insane /affectionate

#oc art #oc eval #svsss #xin mo #anyone who whines about canon x oc shenanigans will be fighting me behind the dennys at 3am

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 21 days ago

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pls don't judge my newest obsession

The Pitt has enveloped me body, mind, and soul, so on AO3 I have a fic going. See here: Finding Worth

If you're seeing this on tumblr for the first time, or you're coming from AO3 directly, we are having MATCH DAY!! Match Day is how medical students find out where they will be doing their residency and I thought it would be fun to make a few fake medical students from you to choose from (they will show up in the story so choose carefully 👀). There are two openings for interns!

Who do you wanna see join the Pitt crew??

Candidate #1: Valentina Diaz

On interview day, she does show up five minutes late but apologizes profusely for the delay but offers no excuse or explanation as to why. She seems well spoken and is able to elaborate her points, weakness, and passions eloquently. Has no social media that can be found through searches. Does not speak to the other applicants who came for interviews on the same day.

Candidate #2: Connor Hamilton

On interview day, he shows up on time well dressed and well prepared. Brings additional copies of his CV to offer to the interview panel in case they did not have a copy available to them. Did apply for sub-internship at PTMH, to work in the Pitt, was turned down due to lack of availability. Instead applied and got sub-internship at Mercy. He is polite and well spoken to other applicants on interview day. He has social media, but it is private and cannot be accessed.

Candidate #3: Olivia Emmons

On interview day, she arrives fifteen minutes early with a coffee and yogurt to eat prior to interview. She is bubbly and outgoing, admin does make a note of her personable demeanor. She makes friends with the other applicants day of interview and offers to buy coffee at break time. She does have social media, not private, and when looking on her instagram she has pictures of her at an animal shelter, her at a football game with sorority sisters, and other random photos of nights out and friends.

Candidate #4: Robert Henderson

On interview day, he is ten minutes late but he brings coffee for each staff member conducting the interview. Very well spoken and eloquent with his discussion on research matters and medicine. Notes that he will be the first physician in his family as his older brother recently graduated from law school. Spends his lunch break on his phone rather than speaking to other applicants. Has social media but is private and cannot be accessed.

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dante-luvs-virgil · 4 days ago

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A Shrike to Your Sharp and Glorious Thorn

Pt. 1

Pairings: Dennis Whittaker x Fem!OC, (Robby x Abbot) - ish

Warnings: Medical inaccuracies, swearing, i am really not sure please let me know if there is soemthing

word count: 3.17k

Synopsis: Dr. Drew Elio, propelling herself in the world of medicine as a prodigy that has definitely created a name for herself. Runs into poor little owl boy trying to make it far, too many times during her shift. caught in trying to care for one emotionally constipated man while his husband is not around, doing her job, escaping the med students and intern, and being really confused about this poetic feeling in all four chambers of her heart that she only gets around owl boy?

Authors note: Ok I’m doing an OC I am so sorry. I literally beg for your forgiveness. One day I’ll write an x reader but that is not today. I also struggle to write in first person. OC uses she/they pronouns. And yeah woopdi doo i change the scenes up a bit. sometimes i got to do it so OC is in it instead of someone else and she’s her own character so her responses wouldn’t match what would happen. also i am so sorry if y’all had expectations for something greater. literally my first fanfic. and chapters will be slow and so unpredictable. i put my entire labia minora into this, i don’t want to see any hate. leave me be. i apologise in advance for anything else i forgot to apologise for. also i physically cannot guarantee how often this will be updated at all. also thank you for all the love and support on my inquiring about this

The blaring noise of a second alarm snapped Drew out of their trance, eyes pulled from the ceiling rolling over to look at her alarm. The 6:00 lasered into her retinas force her to pathetically drag the duvet off themselves, cool late summers breeze washes over her legs. The thirty minutes since her first alarm had rushed by her, caught in her own head.

They lazily wander through their morning routine; shower, hair, teeth, scrubs. Throwing on their favourite green hoodie, slinging their prepacked bag over their shoulder, and putting on their headphones, Drew begins her routinely wander to work.

The sunlight was bleeding over the horizon, the shadows that had overcome the streets were slowly fading away. This time of the day had always been Drews favourite, the cautious moments between immense anxiety and just observing; it warmed her up for the day ahead, gave her a chance to envision all the possible cases.

Drew had always been obsessed with the way everything worked, but the day she knew medicine was for her still stands stark in her mind. It was a drowsy winters day, and children scrambled all over the schools pitch. Drew was playing a game of soccer like any 7 year old would be. She had already skipped three years of school, so the kids she was playing with seemed like giants. Puddles had formed on the oval, mud taking over the once grassy space. One of the boys goes for a dodgy slide tackle, not a single sign of it seeming like it would go well. The boy slips prematurely going straight through the other kids ankle, toppling over but his ankle is caught in the boys legs, his knee starts twisting strangely. All of a sudden the kid is wailing on the ground, grasp caught around his knee. As teachers swarmed over, Drew’s eye stayed caught on the hidden knee waiting for his hands to unclasp, curiosity swarming deep in her stomach. As he’s hands let go, Drew peeking through the teachers legs sees the state of his knee, flint had just hit steel.

Now the fire had been in full blaze for years. Even though her job was grueling and the emotional effects were definitely questionable, there was the same excitement that bubbled in her chest since med school. She wanders into the hospital, the effervescence now bleeding into her veins. Breezing through the entry doors and weaving through people in the w, Drew finally makes it into the ER. Headphones still on she breezes past the nurses station, sending a nod to Dana.

Placing her stuff into their dedicated spots in her locker. Her headphones remained on for a few more moments, preparing herself for the next twelve hours. Finally taking them off she swaps them for her nalgene drink bottle, stickers splayed all over.

Drew wanders back to the central station where Dana’s finishing handoff from night shift.

“Hey sweetpea.” Dana’s voice brings Drew comfort. From her first shift at the Pitt, Dana has always been like a cool breeze on a hot summers day.

“Hey D, where’s Robby?” Drew’s eyes dart around the ER after shooting Dana a warm smile. They had gotten to the point where pleasantries were unnecessary, but also it didn’t feel right to do before a shift.

It was the rare day that Robby and Drew didn’t walk in together, something about wanting to get in a bit earlier due to interns and students. Drew wasn’t sure kinda zoned out after he said he couldn’t, the rest wasn’t necessary she already knew she would use it against him in a futile argument.

“Not sure darling, but Collins rushed to the bathroom as soon as she got here. might want to check up on her.” Dana lied straight through her teeth. Knowing Drew would be startled if she heard Abbott was back on the roof. Something to lead her away from that would be ideal, now noticing she was searching for Robby and Abbott.

“Ok yeah thanks.” it was muttered back, her eyes lost in the bustle of the awkward end of night shift warming up for handoff. Her legs pull her away, head still rotating back and fourth.

As soon as she stepped through the bathroom doors she can hear the retching of Collins.

“Oh god Collins, is it really worth this.” Drew being thankful they’re not throwing up their guts before an enervating 12 hours.

“We don’t know if it’s actually going to have the positive outcome yet.” she mutters as she wanders out and over to the sink. Memories from the last time her hopes clouded her mind returning.

“Well in 1992 research showed that the was an increase in successful births when the parent had morning sickness. Also a few conducted in 2002 and more recently 2012.” Drew casually mentioned like she was talking about her day.

“Right. I’m not getting my hopes up.” Grief welled in her stomach for what she could’ve had, at the life that taunts her through every reflection.

“Uh huh. I’ll do it for you then I guess.” She mutters with the roll of her eyes. That was a leading issue for Drew, she was unable to recognize the pain people were in if she had not experienced it herself. She was unable to understand why Heather wasn’t happy about this.

“I will once it’s been 12 weeks.” she breathes a smile through. She had been working with Drew and Robby long enough to understand that she missed the mark sometimes, but never on purpose. It was startling at first but Robby’s explanation made sense more and more it happened.

“Ok yeah makes sense,” Drew nods her head along with that, eyes staying on Heathers figure, “Um also it’s the day Robby lost Adamsom and he’s working, so just be aware. Hasn’t worked this day in four years. Maybe give him some slack. Still blames himself” she shrugs not totally sure how to go about this conversation.

Heather nods with a look of understanding and a breathy ‘right’. Drew sends a small smile and partnering ‘thanks’. She shouts, “Hang in the kid,” behind her shoulder as she’s walking out.

“I am literally older than you,” Collins says back, a smiles taunting her lips.

“I am an attending though.” Drew’s voice makes it through just as the door closes.

As soon as the door closes she notices Jack and Robby stepping out of the elevator. Her heart rate spikes, tingles echoing in her fingertips.

“Hey. Where were you two?” her voice comes out flat, but both men pick up on the nervousness.

“Hey kid,” Jack places a comforting hand at the bottom of her cervical spine, thumb and pointer loosely wrapping round the base of her neck and the rest of his hand splayed on her back. He guides her to walk with them. “Robby wanted to dreamily look out at the city. Really relish in his god complex.”

“Alright, let’s not start. That was y-“ Robby is cut off by a naked man running past them, trying to escape needles.

“Do you two really want to work today? Especially you Robby.” Jack looks at him quizzically. Robby replies with a sigh before walking off.

Jack looks down at Drew, hand still placed on her neck, “Is that mine?” he points to the green zip-up she’s wearing over her scrubs.

Her eyes flick down, ”What, Oh my god. How did that get there.” sarcasm bleeding from her gums.

“Yeah yeah. Don’t know why I bother asking every time.” shaking his head, a small smile from her antics. Jack loved her the moment he spoke to her, though he wouldn’t admit to it. He saw himself in her and as time flooded on, he was more scared by it and felt the need to support them. “You have breakfast?” his hand removes from her back as they round the central station.

He lifts his bag onto the desk. “Ah shit. Fuck. Oh my god. No” Frustration at herself. Her slurry of words was expected by Jack. She had a history of being too caught up in getting to work, forgetting to fuel herself.

As she’s resting her head on her arms Jack plunks a smoothie in a protein shaker next to her nalgene. Her head rotating to see what that was.

“Oh fuck you.” they grumble. They always knew Abbott’s ego inflated every time he got something about her right. Something that had come up when bickering before.

Abbott was typing away, expecting this reaction.

“You got interns and med students today, I would practice calmness if you didn’t want a repeat of last year.” He withheld a chuckle, reminiscing from the amount of times she tried to actually let them learn but then cracked it when they did a minuscule thing wrong.

“Yeah, well, you got no PhD, so pipe down.” she grumbled back as she’s scoffing the smoothie down.

“We’ve got an MD though.” Robby appears next her all of a sudden. She rolls her eyes at this.

“Everyone does. You’re not special Mikey.”

“Hey what did I say about calling me that.” Robby bickers back. Sometimes Abbott was confused if Robby was really serious when he said Drew was like a daughter, not an annoying sister.

“Do it?” she replies back, a grin eating at her face. This is what she loved, two people who are basically her dads - but she won’t admit that aloud - hanging out before the storm hits the shore, and the adventure comes.

Robby leans his head down onto his hands, meeting the same level as Drew’s. He’s about to yap back when a presence behind him appears.

“Dr. Robinavitch?” There’s a women with black glasses and blonde hair tied up. Drew looks up, head still resting, she’s got the same giddiness they had on their first day in the Pitt.

“Yep.” Robby clicks back into professionalism, returning back to his somewhat mature self.

“Melissa King. I will be joining you today.” She swings her arms back and forth slightly in excitement, her beaming smile emphasizing it. “I just came from two months at the VA.”

“Hey, welcome to the Pitt.” Robby takes out his hand from his pocket to shake her hand. A small smile tugging at his lips, thankful she’s a resident. “This is Dr. Jack Abbott and Dr. Drew Elio. “

Mel shifts her eyes to the two of them. As soon as her eyes land a Drew even more excitement washes over her. She instantly recognized her, Mel felt like her day couldn’t get any better than this.

“Nice to meet you! I cant tell you how excited I am to be here today, so…“ her eyes shift up to Abbott and then back down to Drew, “and I mean, just wow, I’m so excited to meet you and work with you!” Drew sends and awkward smile to her. She had experienced this many times, and Mel isn’t even the most energetic one she’s met but she always feel uncomfortable every time people emphasis the admiration for her.

“Talk to me at the end of the day.” Abbot grumbles out. The double meaning not going unnoticed by Drew, eliciting an eye roll from them as Abbotts eyes flick to her.

Robby notices the clash of personalities, stepping in, “Ignore him. He had a rough night and has worked with Dr. Elio for too long. And is having an ongoing existential crisis.” Robby turns and moves, Mel following behind.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get there soon enough.” Abbot stares at Mel intensely, following her with his eyes.

“Alright Meerkat, keep the intense soul boring to your lover.” Drew chuckles.

He’s head whips to her, “He’s not my lover.” he states. Certainty dismissing everything else from his tone.

“I should report you to HR the way you fuck with your eyes.” She giggles at his state, a light pink dusting his cheeks.

“Stop.” he cuts her off before she can continue making fun of him. Scared but what she could possibly say next. “What have you read recently.” he’s quick to ask as his finishing up on the computer.

“Oh my god. So some guys in manchester have noticed that some non-stem cells in the developing blood vessels of zebrafish embryos were also dividing asymmetrically…” Drew keeps going whilst Abbot finishes up, caught up in the recent paper she read last night, withdrawing all the facts that she encoded into her head last night. Abbott nods along, picking up a few things here and there but ultimately just doing it so she knows he’s listening and actually cares about her rambles.

“Ok wait so then- wait. fuck. I’ve got see my patient shit.” she quickly turns and runs off having completely blind to the time and now only remembering the patient she saw on the board.

“Alright. Your drink bottle’s behind here,” Abbott motions to behind the half wall she was leaning on prior as she quickly shoots her head round to see where he’s referring to whilst being careful not to run into anything. “love you. keep an eye on Robby.”

“Yep. love you.” flinging her right hand into the air behind her, showing a thumbs up. He reciprocates the gesture even though she can’t see. Packing the finished shaker into his bag, leaving some protein bars next to her bottle and leaving.

Drew rounds the corner, grabbing some gloves off the nurses station just as she walks into the patients room with Princess already in there.

“Hey Serena, what seems to be the problem?” she smiles, having perfected her bedside manner after all these years.

“I’ve got this really thundering heartbeat, and it feels like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. and, ah, sometimes it increases really quickly” the 20 year old women says, she’s clad in athletic gear likes she’s just come from a pilates class.

“Ok, yep. So when did this start?” they ask.

“Umm, I’ve had this before but it just got really bad during my class.” Serena mumbles, rubbing her palm up and down her chest.

“When was the first incident of this that you can remember?” as she’s asking she grabs onto a wheels stool sitting on it, hands grasping onto her stethoscope round her neck.

“Probably when i was 15 maybe.”

“Ok. Princess do we have ECG results?” Drew mumbles out, facing Princess who was standing with the tablet.

“Ah yep. Retrograde P waves are visible preceding each QRS complex. There is a beat-to-beat variation in the QRS amplitude without evidence of low voltage. And heart rate around 160.” Princess lists off, sending a small smile to Serena with all the medical language.

“That’s what I thought. Thank you,” she turns to face Serena again. “Ok so all that means is that you most likely have something called Supraventricular tachycardia. or SVT for short. and all that means is that your heart will beat really quickly due to your electrical impulses being disrupted-“

Serena goes to interrupt her, most likely with a question “Umm, uh, ah-“ but stops, her chest quickly rising and falling. She attempts to get words out but she fails, instead gasping for air. Drew is quick to react, standing up she rounds to Serena’s right side. She quickly lifts two fingers to her carotid sinus, applying small pressure in circular motions. After a few seconds Serena’s heart rate is back down.

“Alright. Your ok, this is nothing to worry about. Very common in young women. We’ll get you some beta blockers to lower your heart and then you will be good to go home. Just organize an appointment with your GP and if these intense episodes keep occurring, try laying on your back feet in the air and just letting it pass. If that doesn’t work I want you to fold down, chest to knees, block your know and blow like your trying to unblock your ears. This will put pressure and hopefully it will stop. If not come back. If these keep persisting ask your GP about an ablation. Princess will finish up with you.”

“Thank you so much Doc.” Serena says way out of breath, still recovering from her episode.

“No worries. Thanks Princess.” Drew shoots behind her back wandering out of the room she noticed Robby and his little ducklings of newbies.

Drew quickly turns the opposite direction trying to escape.

“And here is our very own Dr. Drew Elio, attending.” Robby calls out, catching her in her stride. She stops, hesitantly turning around. There’s too many beading eyes at her, all belonging to faces of shock and excitement.

“Oh my god, you’re like actually, her, wow.” A girl with black hair a fair skin says, her arms are crossed likes she trying to be nonchalant but her words contradict. She starts to step forward like she’s going to shake her hand.

“Oh wow, you’re like actually, not her, ohh.” Drew responds in fake amazement, eyes going wide in fake bewilderment, poking fun of the girl. That shuts down the smile that was taking over her face, she steps back.

Robby clears his throat, “Um, yeah. Elio this is Trinity Santos, intern - Victoria Javadi, MS3 and Dennis Whitaker, MS4. And everyone this is, uh, someone you listen to and do whatever they says, I hate to say it but they do know best. Your senior residents will report to them, you do not have to.” Robby says uncomfortably scratching his head, forgetting how bad Drew’s socializing skills can be. Unfortunately he had developed that spiel only the second year working together.

They all send awkward waves, now already terrified from her outrageously unprofessional response. Robby cringes even more, somehow their behavior was not Gloria’s number one argument. Mckay shields a chuckle behind her coffee cup, Langdon, Collins and Mohan all sharing looks of amusement. They all remember their first interaction with Drew, and god did it feel nice not to be experiencing that again.

“Right moving on.” They all follow after Robby after he sends Drew a look of disapproval. She just looks at each and everyone of them. Finally her eyes land on the boy trailing at the back. She catches his eyes, and for a second she forgets all protective bitchiness protocol.

A smile teases the corner of her mouth, “Hi.” he stares at her bewildered. Confused how they just transcended from what he saw a second ago.

“Uh,” he clears his throat, eyes trapped in hers, “Hey.” He can feel the slight pigment change in his cheeks, the feeling bleeding through his veins. A warmth flowing throughout, replacing every ATP molecule. He stumbles over his own feet a bit, drawing his attention away from her. He quickly flicks his eyes back up but she’s already turned around, moving back to the central station. He then becomes aware of his lack of movement, speedily catching up to the rest of them.

As Drew walks away after a few beats she peers over her shoulder, back at the boy as he clumsily returns to the bunch

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aviscarrentals · 1 year ago

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Yelp • Chapter 1 ls2

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words: 1.5k

warnings: cursing, implied off"screen" deaths, injury/blood, implied character death

notes: this first chapter is mostly just exposition (and a little sad i know), but at the very end you get a sneak peak of the action before everything turns totally cray. (there will be more defined logan x parker in the future chapters as well.) parker is supposed to be the "reader" character. i decided to use a gender-neutral name instead of y/n because that's not my thing. she/her pronouns and feminine descriptions are used, but her gender is not a major plot point at all, so you can totally still read this imagining parker however you want. i hope you enjoy!

“God, it’s so weird just going right back to school like nothing’s even happened,” Parker started.

“Yeah,” Logan agreed. “Five fucking kids are dead, but science! Calculus! English!” he finished mockingly.

“Well, four,” Oscar corrected him, Lily nodding along.

Logan let out a large exhale and nodded. “Crazy he survived that shit considering how fucked up the rest of them were.”

“Well, you know what they say about quiet kids,” Arthur chimed in. The other five immediately turned to look at him in confusion.

“What?” Fred questioned incredulously.

“What?” Arthur demanded. “They’re like actually really cool and badass and stuff.”

“Huh?” Logan inquired with a furrowed brow. “I thought the thing was that they’re like… kinky and shit.”

“Mate, what the fuck?” Arthur responded defensively. “Why would I say that?”

“Well, that’s like the thing people say,” Logan bickered. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but I’ve never heard anyone say that in my entire life.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Arthur retorted, making them all burst out into laughter for a brief moment before they all returned to a somber silence when they remembered the conversation that led them here in the first place.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you to class?” Logan pressed, his pleading tone making it obvious that he was asking for his own sake instead of his girlfriend’s.

“No,” Parker laughed him off, pushing his chin off of her shoulder and his arms from around her waist. “The health room is all the way on the other side of the building. You’ll be late. Again.”

“Yeah, well-” Logan began to protest before his newest complaint was interrupted by a loud crack behind him that made the both of them jump. They turned around to see Zhou Guanyu staring back at them guiltily.

“Sorry,” he started to apologize “I just dropped-”

“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Logan interrupted, as Parker reached down to pick up the textbook that fell from his locker.

“Thank you,” he said with a shy smile when she handed it back to him.

“No problem,” she reassured him, returning the expression. “It’s the least I can do, especially considering…” She trailed off, instead gesturing to his left arm which was fully encased in a sling.

After a moment of awkward silence, the girl spoke up again. “Um, what class do you have next? I can help you carry your things,” she offered.

“Bio,” he answered, “but it’s alright,” the boy quickly added. “It’s not far, I wouldn't want you to go out of your way-”

“No, that’s perfect,” she interrupted. “I’ve got psych first period, so I’m headed to the science wing too,” she explained, lifting the heavy load from his hands, right as the morning bell rang.

“Alright,” Logan said, leaning over his girlfriend’s shoulder to give her an instinctual kiss on the cheek. “I better get going. If I’m late to Mrs. K’s class one more time I think she might beat me to death with one of the CPR dummies.”

Parker immediately bore her eyes into her boyfriend’s soul at his word choice, the poor boy not remembering his audience until the words had already left his mouth. Looking like a deer in headlights, he simply turned around and scurried off.

“Sorry,” Parker apologized once she turned back to Zhou, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” he said, chuckling.

“Shit, we better get going or we’ll be late too.”

“You guys know Zhou, right?” Parker asked the group in front of her as she led the incapacitated boy to her customary lunch spot under the oak trees in the school courtyard. The two were met with a chorus of “yeah”s and welcomes.

“I hope it’s okay that I sit with you guys today,” he asked timidly.

“Yeah, great to have you, man,” Liam assured him as Lily reached across the table to relieve Parker of the extra lunch tray.

“Didn’t we have trig together last year, mate?” Dennis piped up to ask him.

“Um… I’m not sure. I don’t think I would recognize you in class,” the bashful boy responded, leading to a roaring bout of laughter from the crowd.

“Goddamn! He got your ass, Hauger,” Jack said through a fit of childish giggles.

As the conversation continued, Parker couldn’t help but notice that one of the usual members of their crew was missing. “Hey, babe,” she said as she nudged her boyfriend’s rib to get his attention.

“What?”

“Where’s Paul?” she asked, concerned. “He said he was coming to school when I checked in on him yesterday,” the girl recalled.

“Yo, Bearman,” Logan called quietly to the younger boy sitting across from them.

“What’s up?” Ollie questioned, eyebrows raised.

“Have you seen Paul at all today? Did he change his mind about coming in?”

“No, he’s here,” Ollie informed the couple. “I think he probably just wants some time to himself right now. Usually…” he trailed off.

Parker and Logan nodded in understanding. Usually Paul wasn’t the only Aron present at the lunch table.

“How are you holding up?” Parker inquired, giving the boy’s hand a gentle squeeze. Paul had lost a brother, but Ollie had lost the next best thing. His best friend. “I’m alright, thanks for asking,” he replied a little too quickly, flitting his eyes away from the couple before abruptly turning to rejoin the ongoing conversation to his right.

Logan and Parker shared a sad glance, but decided it was better to leave the boy be. Paul probably wasn’t the only one who needed space.

“So,” Arthur’s voice rang out, gathering everyone’s attention. “We’ve got Wednesday off, what say you all we hang at my place tomorrow night.”

“OMG! Sleepover!” Jack shrieked in a high pitched voice, eliciting a few snorts from the kids surrounding him.

“Shut up, Doofus,” Arthur shouted at him playfully.

“That’s not my name, Lecdumbass,” the other boy snapped back, overdramatically rolling his eyes in jest.

“Anyways…” Arthur hollered over his friends’ audible amusement, attempting to gather their attention again. “Is everybody in? You too, Guanyu,” he clarified, to which the meek boy simply nodded, much to the others’ delight. “Awesome!”

As everyone else agreed to the plan, Jack interrupted once again. “Can’t. My parents have been totally freaking out over all this shit. You know how they are. So, unfortunately, the only party I will be attending is Doohan family game night hosted at 15 Fairview Road. Sorry, gang.”

“Well, hope you have fun playing Scrabble with Mummy tonight,” Liam teased.

“Yeah,” Dennis joined in sarcastically, “maybe if you’re lucky she’ll let you have a scoop of chocolate ice cream too. With sprinkles!”

“Alright, fuck you all, I’m out of here,” Jack countered, beginning to gather his things in perfect unison with the end-of-lunch bell.

“Bye-bye, Doofenshmirtz!” Parker called to the boy’s back.

“See ya when Mama Doohan lets you out of your cage again,” her boyfriend added with a big grin, made even wider when Jack simply flipped them off as he continued walking away.

Dennis had worked his ass off all summer. He wanted that spot on the team and he wanted it bad. So, in the month leading up to tryouts, he had to keep up his training. And if Coach saw how dedicated he was maybe that would benefit him too.

After another grueling workout under the hot September sun, Dennis made his way back to the empty locker room. He could smell, see, feel, and taste the sweat on his body, making him strip off his soaked through shirt before the door had even fully closed behind him. He needed a shower ASAP.

All of a sudden, he felt the air knocked out of his lungs as his back hit the ground, letting out a strident wheeze. He laid there for a moment, groaning in pain and sweating even harder than before. Wait, no. That wasn’t sweat…

The boy wearily lifted his head off the ground, still recovering from the harsh impact of his fall, only to see the entire floor of the room flooded.

“What the fuck?” he sighed out with the little breath he was able to collect.

He slowly lifted himself back to his feet, ignoring his spinning head, until he looked down at where he had been only to be greeted by a river of pink floating in the shallow water. He reached his fingers to softly touch the back of his throbbing head and was immediately met with an intense pain and sticky, red blood covering his hand.

The boy sluggishly stumbled forward toward the sinks in order to better assess the situation and clean his open wound. The only sounds he could make out were his laboured breaths and the splashes of his feet meeting the puddles beneath him. Splish. Splash. Splish. Splash. Splish. He paused for a moment as the world spun around him.

Splash.

But the sound of that extra step behind him didn’t register in time for him to save himself.

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trippin-chippin · 9 months ago

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Can we please get some moonshine and Dennis doodles please-

Yes, yes you may :)

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lecsainz · 2 years ago

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Hi i absolutely love your stories.

And i dont know if you are also writing for dennis hauger but when yes could you then please do an dennis hauger x female reader where the reader has like a panick attack and he helps her.

Ly❤️

U ARE SAFE WITH ME

parings: dennis hauger x girlfriend!reader

summary: that one where you have an anxiety attack and your boyfriend - dennis - helps you.

authors note: maybe it didn't turn out quite how you wanted because i don't feel very comfortable writing about anxiety right now, but i hope you like it.

☆. . . masterlist !

The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as Dennis prepared for a crucial race. In the midst of the bustling paddock, Y/N, his girlfriend, tried to keep her nerves in check. The pressure of the event weighed on her, and suddenly, the world seemed to spin out of control.

Y/N's breath quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as the panic attack began to take hold. She couldn't breathe, and her vision blurred as the world around her became a chaotic whirlwind. In that moment of vulnerability, Dennis noticed her distress.

"Dennis... I can't... breathe," Y/N stammered, her voice trembling as she reached out for him, her hands shaking.

Without hesitation, Dennis pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a protective embrace. "Shh, it's okay, love." he whispered soothingly, his voice a calming presence amidst the chaos of the race. "Just focus on me. Breathe with me."

Dennis guided Y/N through deep breaths, their chests rising and falling in unison. Slowly, her racing heart began to steady, and the panic began to subside. The world regained its clarity as Y/N clung to Dennis, finding solace in his reassuring presence.

"I've got you," Dennis murmured, his hand gently rubbing her back. "You're safe with me."

As Y/N's breathing returned to normal, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for Dennis. In the midst of the high-stakes race, he had been there for her, a steady anchor in her storm of anxiety.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered, her eyes filled with appreciation as she looked up at him.

Dennis smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Always," he replied, his eyes filled with care and concern.

Seeing that Y/N had regained her composure, Dennis had an idea. He gently took her hand and said, "You know what would make us both feel better? Let's take a stroll through the paddock and grab some ice cream."

Y/N's eyes lit up with a hint of excitement at the suggestion. "Ice cream sounds perfect right now," she said, a small smile playing on her lips.

They left the bustling pit area behind and ventured into the paddock, the heart of the race where teams prepared for the competition. Despite the chaos of the event, Dennis and Y/N found a sense of peace in each other's company. Their fingers intertwined, they walked hand in hand.

As they approached an ice cream stand, Y/N's mood visibly lifted. She scanned the various flavors, her eyes sparkling with delight. "What flavor are you getting?" she asked Dennis.

Dennis chuckled. "I think I'll go with classic vanilla," he replied. "What about you?"

Y/N grinned mischievously. "I'm feeling adventurous today. I'll have the triple chocolate fudge swirl with extra sprinkles!"

They enjoyed their ice creams, savoring each sweet bite as they strolled through the paddock. The sounds of the race faded into the background. It was a moment of respite, a chance to savor the simple pleasures of life amidst the adrenaline-fueled world of motorsport.

As they continued their leisurely stroll through the paddock, something unexpected happened – raindrops began to fall from the sky, gently at first, and then more steadily.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she felt the first drops hit her skin. Panic welled up within her again. She knew what the rain meant in this context; Dennis would have to race in wet conditions, which added an extra layer of stress to the already intense competition.

Y/N's expression shifted from one of serene enjoyment to one of unease. She glanced up at the sky, raindrops lightly splattering her face, and a sense of worry crept over her. Dennis immediately noticed the change in her demeanor.

"Hey," Dennis said, his voice filled with concern as he noticed Y/N's anxious expression. "What's wrong?"

Y/N bit her lower lip, her fingers subconsciously reaching for Dennis's hand. "It's just... the rain," she admitted hesitantly. "I'm scared for you out there on the track."

Dennis squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You know I can handle the rain, Y/N/N. Besides, I've got a great team behind me."

Despite his comforting words, Y/N's anxiety lingered, and her grip on Dennis's hand tightened. The thought of him racing in unpredictable weather conditions had triggered her panic attack earlier.

Dennis gently tilted her chin up to meet his gaze. "Look," he said, a soft smile on his face, "I promise I'll be extra careful out there, okay? And when I cross that finish line, we'll celebrate together, rain or shine."

Y/N managed a small, grateful smile. She knew Dennis had a passion for racing that couldn't be swayed by a little rain. "I don’t know why but you always know how to calm me down." she admitted.

Dennis chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "That's what I'm here for, sweetheart." he replied.

As the rain continued to fall, they headed back toward the race area. Y/N knew that no matter the conditions, she would be there, cheering for Dennis every step of the way, just as he had been there for her when she needed him the most.

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sky-fire-forever · 5 months ago

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DADWC time :D How does ❛ i know things aren't easy right now, but i want to remain a fixture in your life. after all, you're one in mine. ❜ for Rook/Lucanis sound?? Obsessed about this pairing rn!

Thank you for the prompt! I tried something new with this, with it being from the point of view of someone outside of the pairing I’m writing it for. You can be the judge of how it turned out.

For @dadrunkwriting - Dragon Age: The Veilguard Spoilers

My Rook in this is Voltah de Riva, who uses they/them pronouns.

Caterina does not believe herself to be an unkind woman. Strict, perhaps, but it’s out of necessity. Everything she’s done has been for the good of her family, for the betterment of those who have survived. She’s lost too much to go soft now and lose it all.

Part of wanting the best for her family is wanting the best partners for those who remain. Lucanis is the First Talon now and if he is to wed, he deserves the best, someone who will support him and who can fend for themselves if things turn sour. He deserves someone who will protect their standing and can provide heirs to house Dellamorte.

What he doesn’t need is a Crow from another house grasping at power and encouraging dangerous ideas.

“I fail to see the problem,” Lucanis says, his voice tight with irritation he can hardly contain. “Rook has done more than prove themself. They not only saved the world, but they helped put an end to Ilario’s misdeeds, they helped save you and they stopped a ravaging dragon from destroying Treviso. What more could you ask from them?”

Caterina leans against her cane, a frown upon her lips. “Surely you can not be so blind, Lucanis.” It hurts her to break her grandson’s heart this way, but it’s far better than the alternative. “The de Rivas want the title of First Talon. You are standing in the way of that. All it would take would be your death and then–”

“Rook would never.” Lucanis sounds offended by the very idea. “They could not care less about my title. Their interest in me long predated my appointment as First Talon and I have no doubt that they would continue to love me if I were to lose that title entirely.”

“You must be practical,” Caterina insists. “This is Viago’s protege. Do you not think he has trained them well? To manipulate and deceive?”

“No more than any other Crow.”

“But they are a Crow,” Caterina reminds him. “A Crow of a lesser standing who stands to win much by building a relationship with you. That is not even to speak of the way they encourage that thing inside of you.”

“Don’t bring Spite into this,” Lucanis warns.

“It is a demon, Lucanis. One that we should be focused on removing as soon as possible.”

“As I have told you before, there is no separating us now.”

“Do you know that? Or are you simply unwilling to try?” She presses. “Because Rook told you not to bother trying?”

The idea of a demon remaining permanently within her grandson is terrifying in its possibility. It’s even more frightening that Lucanis doesn’t seem the least bit concerned with removing the foul creature inside of him. All because a pretty face told him to accept the demon as part of him.

Caterina knows better. She knows her grandson is no demon.

“Rook did not–”

“Would you give up your entire life for them? Throw away all we have worked for? For an upstart and a demon?”

“That’s enough!” Lucanis snaps and Caterina is caught off guard enough to fall silent. “Enough. Please.” His voice turns from harsh to soft in a moment, guilt bleeding into his tone.

She grips her cane tightly. “These are the questions you must ask yourself, Lucanis,” she says. “You can not run from them forever.”

She leaves him to ponder her words, but doesn’t stray far, listening in to see how he reacts to what she has to say. She hopes he’ll listen, prays that he’ll see sense and abandon this childish romance of his. She wants nothing more than his happiness, save for his survival.

She hears him sigh and she hesitates only a moment before following him out of the room. She sticks to the shadows, knowing from years of training how to follow even the most perceptive men without being spotted. She uses her old tricks now, trailing her grandson as he leaves the estate and climbs to the rooftops.

She spots who he’s meeting right away, Rook’s face lit by moonlight as they pace back and forth on the ledge.

They look up as Lucanis approaches, their face breaking into a grin. “So, how’d it go?” When Lucanis doesn’t respond, they whistle. “That bad, huh?”

“I don’t understand it,” Lucanis says. “I thought she would see reason, but it’s like she’s incapable of believing our love is for love’s sake. Everything appears as a bid for power to her.”

“Guess I am the power-hungry type,” Rook jokes. “I mean, it’s always been my dream to take over the world!”

“Rook, please. Be serious.”

Rook’s smile falls and they sit on the edge of the roof, their legs dangling off the side. “What do you want me to say, Lucanis?” They ask. “Your grandmother isn’t going to change her mind about me no matter what I do. She isn’t that kind of woman.”

Lucanis sits beside them. “I know.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

He sighs, considering. “I know things aren’t easy right now, but I want to remain a fixture in your life,” he says. “After all, you’re one in mine.”

Rook studies his face in the moonlight. “Good,” they say eventually. “I’m not letting you go that easily, Dellamorte.”

“I would hope not.”

The way Lucanis looks at his lover in what is believed to be a private moment gives Caterina a moment of hesitation. There’s love there, genuine and passionate. It’s more affection than she’s ever seen on her grandson’s face before.

She hopes that love doesn’t get him killed.

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