#Grey's Anatomy Imagine

[alloftheimaginesblog]

something sugary {alex karev}

Plot: Reader has diabetes and Alex always keeps a stash of sugary food and drink for them in his locker.

requested by anon

Character: Alex Karev x Female Reader

Alex nudged your side for the third time in the span of twenty seconds. You shot him a dirty look, "Stop," you hissed under your breath.

Bailey pulled a look of 'shut your mouth right now or I'll kill you' at the two of you but still, ten seconds later, Alex nudged your side, "Are you feeling alright?" He asked quietly, "You're looking a little clammy..."

You looked at him, feeling a rather large surge of anger bubble inside you, "Alex, you're a piece of-" and then you realised that he was right. You'd been feeling rather warm for the last five or so minutes and when you stopped to listen to your body, you felt sluggish and a little shaky. You were having a hypo. "-shit!" You cursed as you began to feel the familiar tendrils of a hypo taking over your body. It had a way of sneaking up on you and then making you go down fast. You had to check your bloods and get something sugary into your body and fast.

Bailey, who'd been in the middle of telling you about a patient, raised her eyebrows, "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, Doctor Bailey, I need to go check my levels, think I might be-"

She flapped a hand at you, "Alright, go, go!"

You rushed out of the room quickly, trying to get to your locker before the hypo got worse. You always kept your kit on you but the snacks were always stored in your locker (or the vending machine since you usually forgot to get more) - maybe not the most ideal but that's the way it had to be. You'd been so preoccupied with getting out that you hadn't realised someone else left behind you.

By the time you got to the locker room, you felt rather worse for wear. A dull headache was spreading across your forehead that was slick with sweat and your body felt like one more step forwards would cause it to collapse. Despite that, you pushed through and sat on the bench. You needed to know your levels, as you did this, you barely processed the fact that Alex Karev had now joined you in the locker room and was rifling through his locker for something.

2.2mmol/L flashed on screen.

"Shit," you whispered before standing and going to your own locker but before you could, Alex caught your wrist and twirled you round. Annoyed, you snapped, "Alex, I don't have time for-"

He pushed something into your hands, "Eat." You frowned at him and then looked down at what he'd put in your hands... Candy?

"What is this?"

"Shut up and eat," he rolled his eyes, "I told you that you looked funny, you're having a hypo. Something sugary is what you need. Eat."

You didn't question him again and instead sat down on the bench and began to eat a few of the sour candies he'd given you. He sat next to you in silence.

As you ate, you could feel the headache ease off a bit and you didn't feel as warm, "How did you know?"

"I'm a Doctor, genius."

You rolled your eyes, "Seriously, Alex, how did you know?"

He shrugged, "We've been doing this together for like a year. I know when you're having a hypo or you're about to. It's why I've stashed so much sugary stuff in my locker for you."

It took you a moment to process what he'd just said. He'd been observing you enough to know when you were in a hypo and he kept snacks in his locker for you? You and Alex were friends, barely. He was an asshole half the time but sometimes, in rare moments, you connected. You liked to drink with him, he had the wildest stories and could always make you laugh.

"Alex..."

He gave you a small smile, "Don't mention it but maybe you should lay off calling me a piece of shit and just let me help you instead, yeah?"

"... Why do you keep snacks in your locker for me?"

"Give me your locker key." He held out his hand and you gave him your keys. He stood and moved to your locker before swinging it open. Inside, you had a few changes of clothes, some skin care, shampoo, tampons but no snacks, "Like I said, we've been working together for a year. I know that even though you're one of the best Doctors I know, you're hopeless at keeping on top of buying yourself snacks to keep in work. Too many times I've seen you send O'Malley to the vending machines." He shrugged, "I thought I'd keep a stash for easiness."

You were touched. You were insanely appreciative of Alex Karev in this moment, your heart surged and felt rather full and warm inside, "Alex, I don't know what to say."

He shook his head, "It's alright," he sat beside you again, "here, let me check your levels." He took your hand and you let him. You were a little too shocked to stop him if you wanted to but you'd never felt this seen before, least of all by Alex Karev. You watched him in awe as he expertly pricked your finger and took your levels, "There," he grinned, "Perfect."

He packed your kit away and handed it back to you and dug around in his scrub pocket to pull out another key, "It's my spare locker key." He looped it onto your keychain and you noticed it had AK in Sharpie on either side, "If you ever need sugary stuff, help yourself... it's all for you anyway."

"Thank you, Alex," you said softly. Your cheeks felt hot again but not because of a hypo but more so because you didn't know what to do now. Having him be here, having him care for you like this... it sent your heart and stomach into a frenzy and you weren't sure how to react now.

He rolled his eyes as he laughed, "What?" He asked, "I give you candy and that's got you all blushing and shy? What would you be like if I took you on a real date, mm?" He was teasing but there was a genuine question under the humour. A date - a real date with him. He was testing the waters, wanting to gauge your reaction to him saying that.

You laughed, not freaked out or disgusted at all by his suggestion, "You need to work harder to get a date with me, Karev," you stood up and the two of you began to walk back to the elevators.

"Yeah? Name your price, I'll do it."

"Coffee, every morning for the next two weeks. Not crappy hospital coffee-"

"Nah, you want the real stuff from that coffee shop across the road. I've seen you in there before your shift starts." You nodded in agreement. Alex smiled, "Easy, done."

You saw a completely different side to Alex Karev that afternoon and it didn't stop there. Once you'd seen it once, you'd seen his softer side one hundred times. You began to see him just like he had seen you. And yes, for the next two weeks, he got you coffee and a muffin every morning (and then every morning afterwards also).

[girlkisser13]

lover

"can i go where you go?" "can we always be this close?" "forever and ever"

pairings: mark sloan x fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. tooth rotting fluff.

summary: mark has something special planned for your three year anniversary.

the hospital buzzed with the usual mix of organized chaos, but something felt different today. you could feel it in the air— a charge, a sense of anticipation that had nothing to do with the day's surgeries or patient charts. it was your three-year anniversary with mark, and while you tried to keep your expectations grounded, there was a part of you that couldn't help but wonder if today would be the day he asked you the question you'd been dreaming of.

mark had been acting strange all morning, and your suspicion only grew when you found him in the locker room with derek and jackson, who hastily shoved something behind his back as you approached.

"hey, what are you guys up to?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at mark. you knew him too well to miss the guilty look that flashed across his face.

"nothing," mark replied, his tone overly casual, which immediately set off alarms in your mind. "why would you think we're up to something?"

you crossed your arms, leaning against the locker. "you're terrible at lying, you know that, right?"

jackson smirked, clearly amused by mark's struggle. "i'm gonna... head out," he said, giving mark a knowing look before slipping past you.

"yeah, me too," derek added, giving mark a pat on the back as he followed jackson out of the room.

now alone with mark, you raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to crack. "mark, what's going on?"

"nothing," he repeated, this time with a bit more emphasis. he was trying too hard to sound nonchalant, and it only made you more suspicious.

"uh-huh," you said, not buying it for a second. "are you sure there's nothing you're hiding from me?"

mark leaned in, his face close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. "nope. Not hiding anything," he said in that exaggerated tone that made it clear he was hiding something.

you opened your mouth to question him further, but before you could get another word out, he was already walking away. "mark!" you called after him, but he just flashed you a grin over his shoulder and quickened his pace.

with a sigh, you started to follow him, determined to get to the bottom of whatever he was up to, but then your pager went off. you glanced at it, seeing derek's name and a priority code that made your heart skip a beat.

you hurried to the nearest phone and dialed derek's extension. "derek, what's going on? is everything okay?"

there was a pause on the other end of the line, and then derek's voice came through, sounding suspiciously amused. "yeah, everything's fine. i just need your help with something."

"really?" you said, skepticism lacing your tone. "this couldn't wait?"

"nope," derek replied. "it's urgent. meet me on the fifth floor, near the ors."

with an exasperated sigh, you hung up and headed toward the elevators. the fifth floor was bustling with activity as usual, and as you turned the corner, you saw derek standing by the nurses' station, looking far too pleased with himself.

"okay, i'm here," you said, slightly out of breath. "what's so urgent?"

derek smiled and gestured for you to step closer. "look down," he said.

you frowned, confused, but did as he asked. and that's when you saw them—a trail of rose petals scattered on the floor, leading away from the nurses' station and down the hallway.

your heart started to race as you looked back at derek. "what's going on?"

he simply grinned. "follow the petals."

you hesitated for a second before following the trail. the petals led you down the hallway, around a corner, and to the door of the hospital lounge. your breath caught in your throat as you slowly pushed the door open.

inside, the lights were dimmed, casting a soft, romantic glow over the room. more rose petals were scattered across the floor, and there were candles flickering on every available surface. the scent of roses filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

and there, standing in the middle of it all, was mark.

he turned as you entered, a smile spreading across his face. "hi," he said, his voice warm and inviting.

"hi," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you take in the scene around you. "what... what is all of this?"

mark took a step closer, his eyes locking onto yours. "do you remember this place?"

"of course," you replied, sarcasm dripping from your voice. "we come here to make coffee and change before work. so romantic."

mark let out a laugh, the sound warm and genuine, and shook his head. "okay, fair point. but it's more than that." he smiled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "this is also where we first met."

you blinked, your mind racing back to that moment three years ago. you'd been in a rush, fumbling with your coffee mug and trying to pull your scrub top over your head when mark had walked in. he'd made some cheeky comment about your lack of coordination, and you'd shot back with something sarcastic. it had been a fleeting encounter, but it had sparked something between you—a connection that had only grown stronger with time.

mark's voice pulled you back to the present. "you were definitely checking me out," he teased, his grin widening.

you laughed, the sound filled with affection. "i was not!"

he chuckled, reaching out to take your hand in his. "don’t deny it, babe." you rolled your eyes as he winked at you. "as soon as i saw you, i knew that you would change my life forever. i'd follow you anywhere."

your heart fluttered at his words, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "mark..."

he squeezed your hand, his gaze never leaving yours. "after that day, i knew that i always wanted to be close to you. i always want to be where you are."

before you could respond, he let go of your hand and reached into the pocket of his doctor's coat. your breath caught in your throat as he pulled out a small velvet box.

"mark," you gasped, your voice trembling as he slowly got down on one knee.

he opened the box, revealing a stunning engagement ring that sparkled in the dim light. "i would follow you to the ends of the earth if it meant i could always be near you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "i've loved you for three years now, y/n. but now, i want all of your years. i want to spend the rest of my life with you. every day, every moment— i want it all. y/n y/l/n, will you marry me?"

for a moment, you were too overwhelmed to speak, your heart pounding in your chest. but then, with tears streaming down your cheeks, you managed to nod. "yes," you whispered. "yes, i'll marry you."

mark's face lit up with joy as he slid the ring onto your finger. he stood up, pulling you into his arms and kissing you deeply, as if trying to pour every ounce of his love into that one moment.

when you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. "i love you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

"i love you too," he replied, his voice just as tender. more than you'll ever know."

the two of you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside the lounge fading away. in that moment, it was just the two of you, standing at the beginning of forever.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine Addison noticing Mark's feelings for you

It's the look on Mark's face that causes Addison to slow her walk as she's walking on the bridge. He's resting his arms against the railing, looking down at something on the first floor. He has an unconscious smile growing, tender and soft eyes gazing below to the first floor of the hospital as whatever he's watching has him practically radiating joy.

Addison might have first gotten to know Mark because he was Derek's best friend but she had gotten to know him and become close to him, close enough to call him a friend. There had been a rough patch because of what happened in New York but that didn't erase their history together. And it's because of that history that she knows that the look on his face means something.

She walked over to the side of the bridge, making sure that she was far away from Mark to not startle him out of his trance, before looking over the edge. Addison doesn't notice anything unusual at first as the hospital lobby looks like it does any other day. In the seating area were families fidgeting in their seats, picking at the armrests as they waited, desperate for any news on their loved ones. The nurses stations were buzzing with activity, some typing on the computer, some jotted down notes as they updated charts, and others were walking to different patients as they talked to doctors to update them on the patient's latest status. Doctors passed through, jogging to make their way to their operations or to patients who needed their attention.

With nothing catching her eyes, Addison looks to Mark again and carefully follows his eyesight to the last group in the lobby: the interns. The interns had split into smaller groups - Izzie and George were whispering to each other while you, Christina, and Alex were talking - as you all waited for Meredith. But it's not the whole group that Mark is staring at. No, the soft look in his eyes is directed at you.

Addison watches as his eyes follow your every move, as you gesture to the duo as you tell them about the surgery you assisted in - if she's interpreting your gestures correctly. She raises an eyebrow when she notices Mark's grip on the railing tightens slightly when Alex leans closer to your ear and whispers something to you. Neither one of them can hear what is being said but they can hear your reaction as you push Alex away while you throw your head back in a loud laugh.

Having seen enough to make her own deduction, Addison makes her way to Mark. He doesn't notice her presence as he continues to stare down at you.

"You've also changed."

Mark is startled out of gazing and turns his head to look at her. At his questioning look, she nudges her head toward you and his eyes dart over to you before meeting her gaze once more.

"You sleep with many people and flirt with even more, making it clear that there are no strings attached but," she gestures to you, "I can see the string here."

Mark gets off of the railing and shakes his head. "It's not like that. We're just—"

Addison gives him a look and Mark pauses, letting out a sigh. "I don't know what this is. It's different from what I've felt before but I don't know." He shakes his head. Even though he tries to stop himself, his eyes search for you once more and he watches you and the rest of the interns, now that Meredith has finally joined you all, make your way to the exit. He can't help the smile that shows when he sees you smiling as well.

A faint smile grows on Addison's face at the tender look on Mark's face appears once more. This is a different side to Mark, one that she never knew existed but is happy to see. "Change isn't a bad thing. You should embrace this feeling. It looks good on you."

[wlw-multi-fandom-imagines]

Addison Montgomery surprising you on your birthday while everyone else forgot?

As the day came to a close, you weren't necessarily surprised that none of your colleagues had remembered to tell you happy birthday. For one, you were one of the newest attendings at the hospital and as a result, you were still getting to know a fair amount of them. The other reason you weren't necessarily surprised was the fact that you honestly couldn't remember if you had even mentioned it to any of them in the last few days. The OR had been slammed all weekend and if you hadn't gotten a text from your hometown best friend that morning, you honestly might have forgotten yourself.

"Heading home?"

Addison's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you extended an arm to hold the elevator door before it closed on her. She had an impressive reputation, and that fact alone would have made you nervous. The fact that she was one of the most gorgeous women you had ever seen...well, that definitely added to the anxiety swimming through your veins as the elevator doors shut.

"If I can escape the parking lot without my pager going off I am," you joked, running a hand through your hair nervously.

"Any birthday plans?" she asked, pressing the button for the lobby. Your eyebrows rose in surprise at the question and you shook your head sheepishly.

"No, unless takeout and hanging with my cat counts."

"It certainly does not, especially with so many fantastic restaurants in this city. If you'll allow me, I'd love to treat you to dinner to celebrate your first birthday in Seattle. Admittedly, I am starving so this is not en entirely selfless present."

Fuck. You were nervous enough being along in an elevator with this woman...how were you going to make it through an entire dinner? Despite the bundle of nerves that had quickly nestled in your stomach, you knew you had to say yes. When was an opportunity like this going to come around again?

"I would love that, and I am also starving so anywhere you pick will be good with me. Honestly, I don't think I could ask for a better companion for my first official birthday dinner in Seattle," you responded as smoothly as possible, desperately hoping she couldn't see how rattled the sudden invite had left you.

"Perfect, cause I already made us a reservation."

[onegayastronaut]

Dating Addison Montgomery While Being A Grey Would Include...

You were hesitant to start dating Addison because it would mean navigating a web of complicated relationships and histories, especially given her past with Derek

Your initial connection might have surprised everyone, especially Meredith, who had her own tumultuous history with Addison

Addison would admire your intelligence and ambition, traits she recognizes as distinctly "Grey," while also challenging you to rise above the infamous family drama

Sharing a dark sense of humor about the messy relationships surrounding your lives, often laughing about how absurd your connection must look to others

Addison providing guidance and mentorship in your career, while also respecting your independence

Spending time between Seattle and Los Angeles, with Addison introducing you to her world of private practice and sunlit beaches

Navigating some awkward family dynamics during gatherings, especially when Meredith and Addison exchange barbed comments that you have to diffuse

Addison being drawn to your ability to handle her fiery personality, offering her the stability and emotional depth she often craves

Bonding over shared experiences of loss and resilience, deepening your relationship beyond the surface-level attraction

Addison spoiling you with her refined taste—whether it’s surprise dinners, thoughtful gifts, or romantic weekend getaways

Fiercely defending your relationship to anyone who questions it, proving that your connection is more than just a twist of fate

Addison helping you reconcile any lingering insecurities about being a Grey, reminding you that you're more than your family's complicated legacy

Playful banter about whose surgical specialty or expertise reigns supreme

Supporting Addison through her moments of self-doubt, reminding her of the brilliant, compassionate woman she is

Building a life together that combines her sophistication and your grounded nature, proving that love can thrive despite messy beginnings

[multifandomfix]

Imagine Derek helping you through your morning sickness.

Derek was already by your side when you stirred awake, the nausea creeping up on you before you could stop it. The bed felt too warm, too heavy, and the scent of breakfast drifting up from downstairs made your stomach churn. Without a word, Derek was already moving, his hand on your back, helping you sit up just in time for the wave of sickness to hit, the bedside trash can taking another hit.

"You’re okay," he soothed. He handed you a glass of water, his other hand resting gently on your shoulder as you tried to catch your breath.

You didn’t need to say anything; he already knew. It had been like this for days—mornings starting with nausea, a clear sign of a baby in the way. Derek was always there, patient as ever. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch soft.

"I’ll get you some ginger tea," he said, standing up. "That usually helps, right?"

You nodded, grateful for him. He was back in minutes, the faint scent of the ginger doing wonders to settle your stomach. He held the cup for you, watching as you took slow sips, never rushing you.

Derek’s hands were back on your shoulders, his thumbs tracing soothing circles in attempt to relax you. "How are you feeling," he asked. He was always checking on you, always putting your comfort first.

"A little better," you admitted, leaning into him. The tea was helping, and so was he, with his calming presence and gentle care. You didn’t know how he managed it, balancing work, taking care of you, and still making it look effortless.

"I think we should stay in today," he suggested, settling beside you in bed. He pulled the blanket up, wrapping it around your shoulders. "We can watch movies, relax. I��ll make sure you don’t have to lift a finger."

You couldn’t help but smile, despite the lingering queasiness. Derek wasn’t just being kind, he was pampering you, doting on you in a way that made everything feel just a little more bearable. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back, his hand still resting on your arm.

"You’re doing great, you know that," he reassured. "I know this part sucks, but we’re in it together."

The warmth in his voice and the way he looked at you made you feel stronger, even in the midst of the discomfort. You did your best to relax, leaning your head on his shoulder, grateful for the love and support he gave you so unconditionally.

With Derek to help you through the hard parts, you knew you’d be okay.

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Not Happily Ever After

Characters: Alex Karev, Reader, Daughter

Not Requested

Word Count: 0.9k

Inspiration: “What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all stories get a happily ever after”

“Daddy,” the little girl pulled on Alex’s hand, “can you put me to bed today?”

Alex looked up to the little girl’s mom and when she nodded he smiled back at the little girl and took her to her bedroom.

The little girl got cozy on her bed and patted the spot next to her so her dad could sit. “So, what story do you want as a bedtime story today?”

“Yours and mommy’s.” she grabbed her little surgeon bear and looked eye wide at her dad.

Alex swallowed dry. “Mine and mommy’s? You sure sweetie?”

“Yes, Daddy please.”

“Okay…”

Five Years Ago

Y/n had just transferred hospitals to be able to start her residency with the best of the best. It had been a big change across state lines to a city where she knew nobody. Seattle was rainy and gray, but it held a promise of a fresh start, the opportunity to build a career she had always dreamed of.

The first day at Grey Sloan Memorial was overwhelming - faces she didn’t recognize, halls she couldn’t navigate, and a workload that seemed insurmountable. But she was determined to make it work, even if that meant lat nights, early mornings, and pushing herself harder than she ever had before.

That’s when she met him.

Alex Karev was rough around the edges, a little cocky, but there was something about him that made her feel… safe. He wasn’t like the other. He didn’t care about impressing anyone, and he wasn’t afraid to call things as he saw them. For someone like Y/n, who was trying to navigate the complexities of a new hospital and the endless pressures of residency, Alex’s blunt honesty was a breath of fresh air.

Their relationship started with small moments - catching each other’s eye across the hallways, sharing a cup of coffee in the break room at ungodly hours, and venting about difficult cases after a difficult shift. Slowly what starts as a simple friendship blossomed into something deeper.

They started spending more and more time together, until one evening, when Seattle was being Seattle with its rain, Alex offered her a ride home. One ride turned into dinner, and dinner turned into a night that neither of them had planned, but both of them wanted. And from there things moved on quickly.

When they found out Y/n was pregnant, it wasn’t planned. They were terrified and excited all at once, and in those early days, it felt like they could take on the world together. They got married in a small, probate ceremony, just the two of them and a few close friends, and for a while, it seemed like everything was falling into place.

But life at the hospital was never simple. The hours were long, the cases were though and the pressure never let up. As their daughter grew, so did the distance between them. Y/n was trying to balance being a mother and a surgeon, while Alex was juggling his responsibilities at the hospital and his role as a father. The little moments that once brought them together became fewer and farther between, until it felt like they were living parallel lives.

They started arguing more - about work, about parenting, about things that didn’t even matter. They tried to hold on, for their daughter’s sake, but sometimes love isn’t enough.

One day, after another fight about something neither of them could remember, Alex walked out. He told himself that he needed space, but deep down, he knew it was more than that. He didn’t know how to fix what was broken, and he wasn’t sure if it even could be fixed.

Now, as he sat beside his little girl, watching her clutch her surgeon bear, he felt a deep pang of guilt. She was too young to understand why her parents weren’t together anymore, why her daddy didn’t come home every night like he used to. She just knew that something was different, and that made her sad in a way that broke Alex’s heart.

“Daddy?” she asked softly, her big eyes full of innocence and trust. “What happened to your and Mommy’s happily ever after?”

Alex took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her question settle on his shoulders. He looked at her, this little person who meant everything to him, and wished he could give her the fairy tale ending she deserved.

“Not all stories have a happily ever after, sweetie.” he said, his voice gentle but tinged with sadness. “But that doesn’t mean they’re not worth telling. Sometimes, people love each other very much, but life gets in the way. And that’s okay. What matters is that Mommy and I both love you more than anything in the world.”

She looked at him for a moment, as if trying to understand, then nodded slowly. “Okay, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too, princess,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Always.”

As she drifted off to sleep, Alex stayed by her side, watching her little chest rise and fall with each breath. He knew he couldn’t change the past, but he could be there for her now. He could make sure that, even if his story with Y/n didn’t have a happily ever after, their daughter’s story could still be filled with love and hope.

[iamwhoami]

It Will Get Better (Grey's Anatomy)

Grey's Anatomy

It wasn't that bad. That's what you told yourself each time. But as the excuses start piling up, Amelia Shepherd can't deny what's in front of her any longer and tries to convince you that it was bad enough to finally do something.

Warnings: Domestic Violence/Abuse

Requested = Yes

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

WOW it has been a hot second. A very hot second. A burning second. Maybe I'm back? I'm so sorry to all the other requests that I just haven't gotten to but I'm going to try to make an effort to write more again.

Sometimes you felt stupid.

Here you were, a well accomplished and respected surgeon with a soaring career, yet you just couldn't seem to leave.

Sometimes, you would stop and wonder why you couldn't.

Because you loved him.

Because he loved you.

Sometimes you would convince yourself that you would leave. That when night came and he fell asleep, you'd pack a bag and walk out the door. Of course, that never happened, because each time, you'd convince yourself that it was your fault.

You upset him. You shouldn't have picked a fight with him. You deserved what he did to you.

That he was a good man. That he was going to change.

That he loved you.

After an especially rough night, you woke up groaning. Your body was on fire, resisting every move you made. Aching, you managed to get yourself to the bathroom and in the mirror, you examined the damage.

"Shit..." You cursed softly as your fingers traced the blaring purple splotch along your cheek.

This was going to be difficult to cover.

Sighing, you rinsed your face off with cold water and wiped it dry before pulling out your makeup bag. The bruise was already vibrant and you knew that make up wouldn't make it completely disappear. But you were hoping that between the light and the angle, you could make it work.

It was a routine you were all too familiar with.

~~~

"Y/L/N!"

You turned around, looking up from your patient's chart to see a grinning Amelia Shepherd walking towards you.

"Just the person I was looking for," Amelia grinned, her smile infectious.

Amelia Shepherd was the first person you met when you first started working at Grey Sloan after transferring from your previous hospital. She quickly became the first friend that you made too. Realistically, you trusted Amelia with your life.

"I feel like I haven't seen you around much," Amelia commented. "We should do something on a day off, I need some Y/N time."

You chuckled and agreed despite knowing that you would never spend time with your colleagues outside of work because he would never let you.

"What can I do for you?" You asked and began walking towards the nurse's station. Your body still protested every movement though and you couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

Amelia eyed you carefully but let it slide, "I just need a consult."

You nodded and she pulled up the scans, eyes still trained on your expression for any kind of sign of discomfort.

As you carefully examined the scans on Amelia's tablet, you could feel her gaze trained on your face and you felt yourself staring harder at the tablet than necessary.

However, just when you thought you could get away with it, Amelia spoke up before you could open your mouth.

"What happened there?" Amelia softly asked, her hand reaching to your cheek.

You instinctively flinched and Amelia's hand paused before she lowered it.

"Y/N?"

You blushed, "Don't worry about it Amelia, I'm just clumsy and slipped. I hit my face against the table."

Amelia, of course, was not convinced but she sensed the anxiety in your body and let it slide.

"You would let me know if something was wrong right?" Amelia quietly asked and you nodded before forcing a smile on your face.

"Of course I would."

You felt sick lying to Amelia through your smiling teeth but there was a heavy weight in your stomach that made you do it.

He loved you.

~~~

You made a conscious effort to avoid Amelia after that close call. It hurt your heart to do so but you couldn't risk it. You took longer routes to get to places in the hospital when you could. You avoided break rooms that she was in.

Amelia knew you were avoiding her too. She let you have your space for a while but when it became clear that you weren't going to let up any time soon, she began to try to reach out to you.

It was one missed call. Then two. Then you stopped answering texts. You contemplated blocking her altogether but couldn't bring yourself to do it.

One evening after a long shift, you let yourself melt into the comfort of your couch, your partner watching the Seahawks game next to you.

Your phone sounded and you glanced at your screen to see a text message from Amelia. Sighing, you closed your phone and turned it face down on the coffee table.

But it didn't stop.

A series of text messages resulted in a series of dings but as you were reaching out to grab your phone to silence it, your partner's arm pushed past you and ripped your phone off the coffee table.

"What the fuck is so important that it's interrupting the game," He grumbled and looked at the screen. "Amelia?"

"My coworker," You quickly responded. "She's probably just asking about a patient."

He eyed you and you thought you were going to get away with it until his glare hardened.

"Prove it."

You gulped knowing that Amelia's text messages weren't about a patient. Your heart raced as you stumbled for an excuse but your hesitation was more than enough for him to lash out at you.

You weren't sure how long it would have lasted had your pager not gone off. Maybe the whole night for all you knew. Mumbling that you needed to be more transparent with him, he backed off, leaving you to pick yourself up off the floor.

Your body screamed in protest as you gathered yourself as quickly as possible before rushing off to the hospital. A massive trauma had come in and they needed all hands on deck. On your way out, you managed to pop two Advils into your mouth before grabbing your bag.

As you drove to the hospital, your mind raced with excuses to explain the growing bruises on your skin. You knew that in the moment, the hospital would be too busy to question the blotches but the aftermath would be an interrogation.

~~~

Exhausted and burning, you had finally made it through all the surgeries and now all the patients were in recovery. As you closed your eyes, you let yourself relax into the couch in the break room, a steaming cup of tea in your hands.

You felt someone sit down next to you and you didn't need to open your eyes to confirm it was Amelia.

"Let me guess, you fell again?" Amelia spoke softly and you knew it wasn't actually a question.

She knew.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything. To lie and deny what she knew. To tell the truth and confirm what she knew. You felt your throat tingle as a lump formed and a tear silently escaped your closed eyes.

"You don't need to keep doing this," Amelia said and gently placed her hand on your arm.

You still didn't respond and Amelia took the cup out of your hands before placing it on the table with a soft clink.

"Y/N, look at me," She said but your eyes remained closed.

"Y/N."

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes even though one was beginning to swell shut.

"You deserve better," Amelia spoke with conviction, her gaze focused on your eyes. "It's not your fault, it was never your fault."

You swallowed and shook your head softly, "I can't."

"Yes you can," Amelia said. "You can. I will be here the entire time but you just have to trust me. It will get better if you just trust me on this one."

"He loves me." You replied but your voice quivered.

Amelia's heart broke at your words, "Y/N, this isn't love. Love doesn't hurt like this."

The singular tear that had slipped through your eyes seemed to have been an invitation for the others to follow as your body began to shake with each sob.

Slowly, Amelia wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to her side before stroking your hair.

"I promise Y/N, it will get better," She whispered. "You deserve so much better."

You closed your eyes again and took a deep breath as the tears kept dripping down your cheeks.

"Okay," You mumbled back. "I trust you."

[gooondocks]

writing masterlist | askbox

─── summary: tom arrives home after a long day at work to discover his partner has the worst surprise in store for him.

─── pairing: tom koracick x fem!reader.

─── warnings & notes: just fluffy fluff! this was requested. no use of y/n. beware, author has not watched grey's anatomy in a long while so this is probably ooc / inaccurate in some parts but. it's still cute.

─── word count: 1.7k.

     TOM KNOWS, THE MOMENT HE steps into the apartment and closes the door behind him, that you’re up to something.

     You’re leaning against the kitchen counter with a glass of wine already poured and waiting for him. He can smell takeout from his favourite restaurant warming in the oven. And you’ve got that look in your eye, the one that made him fall in love with you, the one that twinkles with mischief.

     Yeah, you’re definitely up to something.

     “Hi, honey,” he says, eyes narrowing slightly as he hangs his coat up by the door. You’re the very picture of domesticity right now, which is almost enough to make him laugh, because he’s pretty sure you haven’t been ‘domestic’ a day in your life.

     You flash a sweet, innocent smile at him, only serving to further his suspicions. “Hi, sweetheart.” You lean in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth when he reaches the kitchen, before sliding the glass of wine across the counter. “Good day at work?”

     “Oh, you know, the usual.” Tom’s mouth curls up at the edges as he accepts the glass, taking a small sip. His favourite.

     Now he’s really suspicious. That’s a $200 bottle of wine. You’ve always teased him for his expensive tastes, claiming you don’t see the difference between that and a $20 bottle from Trader Joe’s.

     As far as he’s concerned, that’s heresy. Somehow, he loves you anyway. Nobody’s perfect.

     “Is that it?” Arching an eyebrow at him, you lean back against the kitchen counter. “Usually it’s all ‘oh, just another day being a big-shot, saving lives, performing miracles, being God’s gift to medicine.���” 

     A little giggle punctuates your teasing words, and Tom can’t help moving towards you, bracing a hand on either side of your body, caging you against the counter. You have to tilt your head back a little to look him in the eye. The familiar, flowery scent of your perfume makes his head swim.

     “And women, don’t forget,” he says, swooping in to kiss your temple, your cheek, your jaw, a tiny line of light pecks designed to make you squirm. “God’s gift to medicine and women.”

     “Of course, how could I forget?”

     You’re smiling so much when he finally presses his lips to yours that your teeth clack together, but neither of you care that much. Reaching up, arms winding tightly around his shoulder, you draw him even closer, until he can feel your heartbeat pressed up right against his through your clothes.

     “So what’s going on?” he asks, lip brushing against your cheek before he finally pulls away enough to look at you properly. A sweet pink flush is spreading across your face, and he can’t quite tell if it’s from his kisses or your guilt. “My favourite wine, my favourite takeout… Did I forget my own birthday or something?”

     Tom’s very good at remembering anniversaries and your birthday. He’s got alerts set up on both his work and personal calendars because getting to surprise you is one of his most-adored pastimes.

     The only birthday he ever forgets is his own. He never takes it off work, much to your chagrin, because he always insists on celebrating you whenever he can. Despite his ego, though, he tends to avoid any opportunity for you to show him the same admiration.

     “No, you didn’t forget anything.” Your fingers stroking tenderly through the hair at the nape of his neck is almost enough to distract him. “Can’t I spoil my super hot super surgeon?”

     “You can,” he grins at you, raising an eyebrow. With his arms looped tight around your waist, and the way you’re reaching up to hold him, Tom can brush his thumb along the exposed strip of skin along the waistband of your pants. His touch is featherlight, teasing, but he relishes the way it makes you shiver against him. “Somehow, though, I don’t think that’s what’s happening here.”

     Your expression twists in that adorable little frown. Tom always wants to kiss the wrinkle between your brows until it smoothes away. He gets about three whole seconds to enjoy the mock-indignance on your face before your cunning plan collapses entirely.

     Meow!

     Tom blinks. That… sounded an awful lot like a cat, except they don’t have a cat. They’ve never had a cat.

     They don’t even feed the neighbour’s cat, partly because Tom is horribly allergic (but mostly because that cat has an ego even bigger than his, and Tom has to draw the line somewhere. That cat has no right to be as pompous as it is. It’s not even cute.)

     Maybe the neighbour’s cat got into their apartment somehow, and now it’s stuck somewhere in here. An implausible series of events, perhaps, but still more believable than—

     Meooooow!

     The noise is louder this time, plaintive and pitiful, followed by the telltale sound of claws scratching at the woodwork. Tom glances over his shoulder at the bathroom door, which seems to be the source of the commotion. When he looks back at you, there’s a sheepish look on your face that screams guilt.

     “Did you…?”

     “Don’t be mad,” you blurt out quickly, wincing like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar instead of the full-grown adult you actually are. “We have a cat now.”

     Tom tilts his head, not quite sure he’s heard you correctly. “I’m sorry, we have a cat now?”

     You nod abruptly. “My friend’s cat had kittens, and they managed to find homes for most of them, but they can’t keep the last one, and she’d be going to the shelter if I didn’t take her!”

     His thumb is still rubbing absently along your lower back, but he can feel his eye starting to twitch a little. The corner of his mouth curls with amusement, affection written into every single line on his face, and you’ve got him wrapped around your finger because he knows what’s about to happen, but he still has to say— “Sweetheart, I’m allergic to cats.”

     Not end-up-in-the-hospital allergic, sure, but it’s still not exactly pleasant. His nose gets all stuffy. He sneezes a lot. Tom hates being sick. He’s the world’s worst patient whenever he has the flu.

     You pout up at him, looking genuinely distressed. “I know. And if you really don’t want her, I completely understand. But… if you could just meet her first?”

     Tom finally understands what the wine and takeout were about. You were trying to butter him up to ease the sting of the news that he;s going to be taking a lot of antihistamines for the foreseeable future.

     And while he appreciates the effort, unfortunately for him, he’s so far gone for you that he’s pretty incapable of putting up a fight. One of your smiles and he’s done for, honestly.

     Still, he nods, affecting the most put-upon sigh he can manage. “I suppose meeting her won’t be too much hassle.”

     A pleased squeak erupts from your mouth, and you dart forward to press a quick kiss to Tom’s cheek. “You’re going to love her!” you exclaim, before scurrying off to retrieve the cat from where you hid it in the bathroom.

     When you return a moment later, there’s a bundle of black-and-white fur curled up in your arms. If Tom had to guess, he’d say it’s between three and six months old, still small enough to not be fully-grown yet. The cat’s got one paw resting on your shoulder for balance, using the other to bat lazily at a loose strand of your hair.

     If Tom were to be really honest, he’s not a cat or a dog person. Like, gun to his head, he’d probably pick a dog, but he’s never really seen the appeal of owning a pet. He travels a lot for work, moving all over the country, and spending more time at the hospital than he does at home. It wouldn’t be fair to the animal.

     But he has to admit, as cats go, this one is pretty darn cute. Way cuter than the gremlin that lives next door, anyway.

     “Tom,” you say, scratching between the cat’s lip ears and bouncing it slightly like it’s a baby, which he finds ridiculous and adorable in equal measure, “this is Mouse.”

     “Mouse,” he echoes flatly. “You named a cat… Mouse.”

     “Uh-huh.” The wide, cheesy grin you shoot at Tom doesn’t make him think the name is less terrible, but with the way your eyes are sparkling, he decides to let it go. “Mouse, this is your new daddy.”

     He groans, burying his face in his hands. “Dear God, please never refer to me as the cat’s ‘daddy’ ever again.” What the ever-loving hell has he gotten himself into?

     He has to admit, as he watches you coo and fawn over the animal, it’s quite… sweet. He could almost be enchanted by it, if he couldn’t feel the telltale itch starting to grow in his eyes. Mouse is making cute little chirping sounds in your arms, clearly pleased to be held and coddled. Her little ears are doing this adorable twitching thing, and she’s got a pair of big, blue eyes that simply scream ‘I’ve never done anything wrong in my life.’

     Tom’s reserving judgment on that front. He’s pretty sure this cat is about to ruin his.

     Mostly, though, he’s just watching you. The way you go all soft at the edges. God, he loves you.

     “If this cat—”

     “Mouse, sweetheart.”

     “If Mouse—” Tom grits out the cat’s name like it tastes bad on his tongue, “—gets fur all over my pillowcase, I’m going to turn her into a fluffy hat.” The threat is punctuated by a sudden sharp sneeze that leaves his sinuses burning.

     You do, at least, have the good grace to look guilty. “That’s fair. I’ll grab you some antihistamines and then we can have dinner. Sound good, honey?”

     Kissing his cheek, you turn away to start rummaging through the kitchen cupboards in search of some meds, leaving Mouse sitting primly on the kitchen counter.

     Tom fights the urge to scowl at the cat. Mouse, for her part, just licks her paw. She doesn’t care. She’s already won.

     Deep down, Tom knows he’s about to engage in World War Kitty. And he’s definitely not stupid enough to believe that this little monster won’t be sleeping in their bedroom within a single night.

     Reaching for his glass of wine, he takes a big gulp, resigning himself to his future.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Painted Fires Burn Brightly (3) - Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sister!Reader - Station 19/Grey's Anatomy

A/n: wow a fic that doesn't involve women's football? i am shocked... but also I want to work on like five football fics at once so it's chaos here in my little corner.

Summary: You have inspiration for the first time since Amelia Shepherd broke your heart and threw you into a wall of artist's block. But who knows if the fire between you and Andy will burn out or become an eternal flame?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:)

A/n: to whoever reads this, you matter.

Previously...

Opening the door, your eyes widened slightly before you smiled a little, "ciao, fiamma."

Andy Herrera stammered for a moment before smiling, "hi, are you free?"

---

"Lunch with my baby brother and angioletta of a baby sister was okay, by the way, I know you haven't met them yet."

"What does angioletta mean?" Maya enquired, leaving Andy to pause as she listened for the meaning of the Italian word.

"Little angel." Carina smiled, resting her hands on Maya's hips as she leaned in for a kiss.

---

"I'd call you some Italian name in response, but I only know fiamma, and angioletta..." Andy admitted as you let her inside, taking a sip of your drink as Andy spoke.

All it took was hearing angioletta for you to spit your drink, covering your face as Andy's eyes widened.

"Whoah, you okay?"

"Sorry, sorry! It's just, my sister calls me angioletta, fiamma." You explained, wiping your face with a piece of kitchen towel before drying where you had spat your drink.

Andy frowned as she processed what you just said, her jaw clenched as she stared at you, eyes glancing over your features.

///

"Wait, wait, your sister, your sister wouldn't happen to be Doctor Carina DeLuca, who is dating Maya Bishop, a fellow firefighter at Station 19?" Andy asked, her hands on her hips as she quirked a brow, waiting for a response.

"Well, I haven't met Maya yet, but Carina is my older sister. I'm sorry we didn't discuss it, we were a bit busy after leaving the bar, and it's not exactly pillowtalk." You admitted, pulling into yourself as Andy's eyes softened, her fire qwelling as she realised how insecure you were after everything.

"You're the youngest?" Andy toed the line onto another topic, gently stepping forwards to pry your fingers from where they were clawed into your arms.

"Yeah, after what our father did, our mother left with Andrea and myself to America, Carina stayed in Italy with him. I was little, so I barely remembered Italy. I begged and begged my mama to take me when she would go visit papa and Carina, and she did. I stayed and completed my undergrad there, got dual citizenship and came back to America for my master's degree." You explained, staring at your shoes as you spoke, tensing slightly as Andy stepped closer, her hand under your chin to coax you into looking at her.

"What your father did?" Andy gently prodded, feeling you lean into her hand as it cupped your cheek.

"Bipolar disorder. Our father was a renowned surgeon, but he operated during a manic state on seven people, four died. Our father got away with it because of his connections, but mama left him, and took me and Andrea with her, Carina stayed." You explained, glancing away as you took a breath.

"They worry about me. They thought I was developing it at one point, but I'm fine. I saw a doctor and a psychiatrist in case, because they scared me, but I don't have it. Carina worries for my brother now, but she checks up on us both." You brushed away a tear before it could parade down your cheek, mumbling apologies and swear words in Italian before Andy intervened.

"It's okay, they said you're okay, so it's okay. I'm sorry I asked so many questions, I just, I panicked, can you imagine how your sister would react to this? And Maya? She already had this shit-eating grin after I told her I had earth-shattering sex with an Italian girl, what happens when she finds out it was her girlfriend's baby sister?"

The smirk on your face was intolerable as Andy covered your mouth with her hand.

"Please tell me you didn't actually use the word 'earth-shattering' because... now I feel dirty, what if my sister found out you said that?" You grimaced, watching as Andy gently removed her hand from your mouth so you could speak.

"God, I have no idea if Maya... she overheard, your sister knows I found an Italian lover who called me fiamma." Andy realised as your eyes widened.

"Yeah, I'm not going to hear the end of this from her, especially after..." You trailed off, looking over at the canvas on the coffee table with sorrow in your eyes.

"Your last heartbreak?"

"Yeah, when Carina told me what was going on, I begged her to get rid of everything, every little piece of inspiration. I found that one behind a bedside table, and called her to get rid of it, like the others. I can't even go have lunch with my siblings at Grey Sloan because she tries to come over and talk to me. It's... ugh, I want to paint my emotions away." You replied, heading towards your studio/the spare room when Andy caught your hand, smiling as you tilted your head in question.

///

Carina didn't expect to see a voicemail from you after checking her phone. She helped a mother deliver her baby a while ago and was now going to get the resident to update the chart when her phone buzzed.

"Carina, hey, what's going on?"

"Y/n found another of the canvases that remind them of Amelia. I'm going to go see if she is okay, and remove the canvas." Carina explained as Andrew hurried over, spotting Carina grabbing her bag.

"Wait, Y/n dropped one of their paint tubes when she ran at lunch. Here. Uh, I think the cap was a bit loose." Andrew replied, flicking his fingers as the luminous green paint coated his fingertips.

Carina murmured a mix of a thank you and a swear word in Italian under her breath as Andrew passed her the metal tube of paint, holding it daintly until she could wrap it in some tissue, green paint in her bag wasn't something she wanted to clean up.

///

"This is what you've been working on?" Andy turned her head from where the two of you had been leaning in, closing the distance between the two of you.

"Uh, yeah, since you left this morning. I take my travel bundle with me when I go out too. I have some older stuff if you want to see, before she who we don't talk about by name entered my life?" You offered, heading over to the wardrobe, Andy's eyes following your figure as you began to rummage through the bottom of the wardrobe.

Holding the chosen sketchbook up with pride, your eyes widened and your cheeks heated up as you noticed how Andy was looking at you, that small smirk on her face making your stomach dance with butterflies.

///

"Before we met, I think maybe, before Maya even met Carina, my best friend from my childhood, he died. He jumped in front of a bullet for me, this kid, Milo, he didn't know the gun was real, he just wanted to play cops and roobers. I threw myself into work." Andy divulged part of her past to you one night, her fingers drawing patterns over your collarbone as your chin rested on the crown of her head, holding each other in the darkness.

///

Time had passed since you met Andy Herrera in that bar, starting a relationship. Neither of you regretted it, but the two of you were hiding from Maya and Carina.

Your brother knew. He could tell that the light in your eyes had returned, but the light was more like a fire, and your art was beginning a surplus that had you developing more than a portfolio.

When Andy found out her dad's cancer was back, she ran to you. Allowing you to gently hold her in your arms, running your fingers over her skin and listening to her recall story after story about her father, who had maybe six months to live.

"I met him, I think I met him before I met Maya actually. I was looking for Carina at your firehouse, you were all out on a call. He let me take some photos for my artwork. He was kind. Some people don't think art is a worthwhile thing... your father is amazing, fiamma."

///

"Shall I call in sick?" Andy enquired, leaning into you as your arms wrapped around her waist, pulling you closer.

"You and Sullivan still tense?" you hummed, feeling Andy bury a groan in your shoulder.

"Plus everything else? You are my saving grace, my angioletta." Andy smirked as you made a grumbling noise.

"Do you have to use my family's nickname for me when we're naked in bed together?"

///

"I talked about you in therapy today." Andy admitted when she got home from shift one day, finding you with charcoal all over your hands and slightly on your face, working on a piece of paper stretched over a board.

"Did it help?"

"You're my saving grace. Even the therapist could tell." Andy replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek before spotting the charcoal smeared on your face.

"We also talked about salsa dancing."

"I would like to see this salsa dancing of yours, y'know. I don't know how to dance but... I'm scared I'll stand on your toes." You confessed, pausing as Andy started to wipe at your face.

"How about, I show you a little after we get this charcoal off your face?"

///

"Don't you have that hike with Jack Gibson today?" You enquired, gesturing to Andy's phone as she drove you to where she wanted to meet her father for breakfast. With you. She was taking you to meet her father.

"I'll text him, if you still want to go?"

"You sure your dad will even like me?" You paused, hesitant but Andy reached over to stroke your cheek after parking the car.

"I adore you, and it's not like he can tell me not to crap where I eat this time, you only wait outside the firehouse to see me or if Carina's not answering her phone."

"Yeah I've walked in on Maya and Carina enough times to say that if Carina's not answering her phone, she's involved in someone's vagina... Maya's, or a pregnant patient..." You grimaced at what you were saying, but Andy wasn't able to hold back her laughter as the two of you walked into the cafe, not seeing how Pruitt was watching, seeing how you two were holding hands and grinning.

He didn't mention it at the time, but admitted later, the two of you looked at each other like there were stars in your eyes. Like you each hung the moon. He didn't mention though, how you two were a better match in his eyes, than Andy and Sullivan could ever be.

///

"Wait, so you're related to Carina?" Jack enquired, turning his head to acknowledge you as you hiked behind him and Andy.

"She's my big sister."

"Have you met Maya yet?" Jack asked his next question, glancing between you and Andy in thought.

"Yeah, I walked in on them, then Carina invited me and Andrew, my big brother, over for dinner with her and Maya. She's very competitive, only time my brother and I won any games was when we played an Italian one."

///

"Andy's never home. She's seeing someone, she wouldn't tell me before but I went on a hike with her and Carina's little sister earlier. Pretty sure it's her."

"I guess both Maya and Andy like Italians?" Miller replied, before his phone buzzed in sync with Jack and Vic's.

A four alarm fire turning into a five alarm.

///

"Fiamma... it's a beautiful day to save lives." You paused as Andy dropped you off on the street to walk home, away from the five alarm fire she had to attend to. Andy didn't know the reference but she nodded, love in her eyes as she headed away.

Andy didn't know the reference because you knew it from the surgical videos you watched with your brother when he was studying for his residency. He may be going into general surgery, but Derek Shepherd was almost a god in neurosurgery.

///

You didn't know what had happened at the storage unit fire until Andy was stood on your doorstep, tears running down her face.

Twenty bells were being rang that night, for a fallen firefighter. Andy's father, Pruitt Herrera had died venting a roof to save his team, to save his daughter.

///

Andy's gasp roused you from your sleep, sitting up immediately to check on her.

"Fiamma?"

"Whatever Warren gave me, it gives me crazy dreams." Andy wiped at her eyes, before shuffling into your arms, resting her head on your chest as you gently ran your fingers through her hair.

"The only thing that's okay about any of this, is that he went out his way. Dixon doesn't get to make that a bad thing." Andy whispered, closing her eyes whilst yours lingered on a box sat across the room.

The cremated remains of Pruitt Herrera.

///

"Um... Vic wants to talk to you?" Andy passed you the phone, having found you standing over a large board of stretched paper, sketching out something.

"Sure? I've met her once- hi, Vic... yes I have that skill, when do you want me? As soon as possible? Right, okay, give me half an hour." Your eyebrows were nearly in your hairline as Andy managed to muster up enough energy to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Vic needs some help with some stuff, will you be okay if I go out for a bit? There's lunch in the fridge if you're up to eating, fiamma." Kissing Andy's forehead as she nodded. You would be back as soon as you could be.

///

"What did I just walk in on?" You raised an eyebrow, walking into Station 19 to spot Travis topless, in USA flag shorts, a USA flag top hat and his firefighter boots.

"He's July. For the calendar." Vic explained, holding back a laugh as you blinked several times.

"Isn't that rather objectifying?"

"See! I told you!" Travis gestured to you, reminding him of his comment earlier about feeling like a piece of meat.

///

"Okay, hold there, then whip your hat off like you're celebrating!" You instructed Travis as you and Vic worked on photographing him hanging onto the fire pole that was located in the station.

///

You were home before Andy woke up, promising Vic you would come back later when Dixon wasn't roaming around being an asshole.

///

"What is that arm doing? Where is Baby DeLuca? She's way better at instructing poses than you are!" Travis grumbled as he and Vic tried to photograph Maya for the calendar.

///

"I'm an orphan... I'm an orphan." Andy muttered to herself, her head lulling side to side before she met your eyes, "I'm an orphan."

"You've got me." You whispered back, offering Andy your hand to take.

"Do you talk to your dad?" Andy enquired, but you hid a grimace at the idea of talking to your father.

"Only Carina does. Andrew did, but he used him to try speed-run a medical experiment thing, so our father went back to Italy angry. I don't really know him, and what I do know... your father will always be a better father than mine."

///

Your phone buzzed with a message from Vic, asking how you would describe each pose for the remaining months of the calendar. Andy's head rested on your shoulder as she slept, leaving you to type out your message with your free hand, sending Vic enough details so she could formulate a decent fundraising calendar for Pruitt.

///

"What is that? Oh my god, did you all do one?" Andy raised an eyebrow, looking at the fundraising calendar photo of Maya.

"It was all Hughes' idea!" Travis blurted out, before blurting out the rest, "Vic got Baby DeLuca to help too!"

"Baby DeLuca?" Maya raised an eyebrow, unaware of how well the firehouse knew you, whilst Andy smiled at the calendar, flicking through the pages.

///

"Where were you going stir crazy? You haven't been home lately..." Jack began, leaving Andy to sigh.

"It's complicated."

"It's usually just an address." Jack chuckled, but Andy sighed again, biting her lip.

"You've met her. We just haven't told Maya... or my girlfriend's older sister, who Maya happens to be dating, that we're dating. I've been staying at her's, she's my saving grace." Andy confessed, not meeting Jack's eyes but he was smiling, glad it was you, and not the other choice he had heard whispers about. Andy had not married her battalion chief after dating him for about a month.

///

"Hey, cariño. Can you- can i get your opinion on this? I think there's something weird here, with my family after my mum died." Andy asked, finding you in the kitchen trying to sort out the homemade pasta that Carina had made for you and brought over whilst Andy was in the shower.

"I don't know what I'm looking at... fiamma, why does your mama look so sad in this picture?" You watched what you were saying, before passing the photo you found to Andy, who frowned at how miserable her mother looked, in a family photo.

"Where are you going?" You enquired, but Andy hurriedly kissed your cheek and ran out, grabbing her keys as she shouted, "I need to check something at the firehouse!"

///

Andy updated you with texts after that, you could tell she was mad, but then your older siblings turned up at your door. Andrew was struggling with his bipolar disorder and adjusting to his meds, and Carina didn't admit it at first, but Maya had cheated on her with Jack.

Andy's texts to you went unread as you left your phone on the coffee table, sitting in the middle of the couch with your older siblings leaning into you, taking the comfort that you gave. You didn't realise the parallels this hug gave at the time, but an old photo of a little you being hugged by a young Andrew and a young Carina became your favourite photo of you and your siblings as time went on.

"What do you want to watch?" You enquired as your brother laid on your couch, but you received no answer as he was fast asleep.

"Wow, okay... movie with headphones it is." You murmured to yourself, picking up your phone as it lit up with a message from Andy.

Fiamma: my mami is alive

///

[alloftheimaginesblog]

holding on {alex karev}

plot: you and alex aren't friends but he's the person that sits by your hospital bed day and night until you wake up.

character: alex karev (early seasons) x reader

The steady beeping of the various machines was something that Alex had grown tired of two days ago, the machine's volumes had been turned to 0 but his anxious eyes kept flickering to them every few seconds just to be sure. The background noise of the hospital was something he was used to and it was an oddly comforting sound. Now, the silence of being in the room with you had been nice at first but now that he was here, with you, waiting... just waiting... the silence was unnerving him.

He tapped his foot, checking the clock on the wall. Bailey should've been here by now, she promised him that she'd check on you every two hours. She was late. Anger surged through his body causing his heart to pound and his fists to clench.

"You're such an idiot," he could hear you scolding him in his mind, "if you just stopped dealing with your problems with sheer anger then maybe, maybe people would actually start to like you."

He scoffed.

You and him had hardly been friends. You and the rest of Bailey's interns were the best of friends, all living together in Mer's mom's house so why wasn't George or Izzie or Cristina or Mer here? Why was it Alex? That's all the four of them had been whispering about. Cristina asked Alex, Izzie asked Alex... hell, Bailey even asked Alex. Alex had ignored each of their questions and instead gave some snarky asshole comment with an eye roll. Alex didn't even know why he was here - why he'd purposefully demanded the week off to be by your bedside day and night sleeping on a camping bed with the scratchiest sheets in the world. He didn't know and yet, here he was.

You were annoying. You annoyed him. But since the news of the accident and since you'd been in a coma, Alex couldn't stop thinking about the way you laughed as you teased him. He couldn't get one specific moment out of his head.

You and Alex had been working on a case together - much to your dismay - and Alex had opened up slightly, letting you see that he was much more than what you previously thought.

"So... you're not just an asshole with the emotional range of a teaspoon, who knew?" You helped yourself to the bar stool next to Karev. Joe glanced at you, asking if you wanted your usual to which you nodded.

Alex rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

There was silence for a few seconds before you tried again, "I know you have this hard 'I don't care' exterior," you started, "and I know it's probably because of some past trauma in your life, Karev - believe me we've all got some shit - but..."

"Are you gonna keep giving me a stupid high school girl pep talk or are you gonna shut up and drink?"

It was your turn to roll your eyes now, "Joe, another round please."

As Joe poured the two of you more drinks, Alex sighed and looked at you, "Thanks," he murmured quietly, "I'm not- I don't..." he cleared his throat, "I don't mean to be an asshole all the time... I don't really know... Social shit isn't really my thing."

"Now who's acting like an emotional high school girl?" You teased. Alex laughed, a genuine smile stretched onto his face. Yeah... maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

So after the accident, Alex stayed.

It was then Bailey strode in, chart in hand, "Karev," she said glancing up for a second, "you look like hell. Don't you think you should go home get a proper sleep? Take a damn shower?" She could see the worry in him, she could see how stressed out he was; the dark circles under his eyes, his nails chewed down. Alex might not even know it yet but he cared about you.

"I'm staying," he said with a nod standing to look over her shoulder at your chart, "Any updates?"

"You tell me, you're the one who's been here since she got admitted." Bailey moved to you, turning the volume up on the machines, checking your levels.

"Oxygen levels were a little low at 3am, managed to level them out... No issues since." He nodded, arms crossed with a hand rubbing at his jawline, "Why hasn't she woken up yet, Bailey? She should be-"

"Karev," Bailey said, voice strong, "Go get yourself a cup of coffee, now."

"I don't-"

"Now, Karev. Let me do my damn job and stop hanging over me. Coffee."

With a few harsh words which made Bailey surprisingly laugh, Alex stormed out of your hospital room, storming past O'Malley and Stevens who had come to check in with Bailey on how you were doing.

Bailey leaned down closed to you, "If you die, god help us all... that boy..." she looked to the door where Alex had left from, "he'll be lost forever. So don't you dare, you hear me?"

The coffee machine was a minute's walk away from your room so Alex would know if anything were to happen to you, he would know but he kept checking over his shoulder anyway just in case. He was exhausted, he couldn't remember the last time he'd drank or even the last time he'd eaten. You had consumed him for the last two days; making sure that you were okay was his first priority.

He stopped at the coffee machine punching the button for a crappy black coffee that he wasn't going to drink anyway, "Come on," he grumbled as the cup dropped and the coffee began to pour in slowly, "Damn piece of crap machine, hurry the hell up!" He yelled suddenly, slamming his fist into the plastic front. Around him, people stared but he didn't care. When the coffee finally stopped, he pulled the cup out when he heard it.

"Code blue! I need a crash cart! Room 2203!" It was Bailey. It was you.

Boiling hot coffee splashed over the floor, the cup dropped and on the ground as Alex Karev took off running.

His heart pounded, usually the thrill was the thing he loved the most but this wasn't a thrill, no, this was dread. When he burst into your room, the first thing he heard was, "Clear!" and heard the noise of the defibrillator.

"What's going on?!" He yelled over the chaos.

"Get him outta here!" Bailey yelled, "Charge to 200! Get him outta here, O'Malley!"

George tried but a determined Alex was a strong Alex. He resisted George's grip, shoving him back every chance he tried to take him out. It got to the point that George gave up, "Dr Bailey!" He exclaimed, hopelessly as Alex barged to your bedside. Bailey couldn't do anything, she was busy trying to save your life, she couldn't deal with Karev as well so she let him be.

"Don't you dare die on me," Alex hissed, eyes flooding with tears, "don't you dare. Can't do that to me, (y/n). Can't have me sitting here waiting for two days to just die on me-" he looked to Bailey, "Save her... please."

Bailey's eyes met Alex's and she found a lump in her throat, "You hear him?" She asked you as the paddles charged, "don't you dare die on us, (y/n)." With one final shock, the monitor started to beep again, "Heart rate is coming back up," she said with a relieved sigh, "Thank the Lord. Levels are stabilising."

Alex collapsed into the chair at your bedside, hand clamped around yours, as his eyes closed, letting the relief wash over him. You were alive; you were stable.

"What- what caused it?"

Bailey shook her head, "Don't know, levels were fine but as soon as you left the room they started to drop so do me a favour, Karev," she looked pointedly at him, "don't leave this room again." Normally he would've bit back, said a comment about her forcing him out but instead, he just nodded falling back into his chair, hand still in yours, "I'll check every hour, okay? You page me immediately, got it?" Again, he nodded and then the room cleared out.

Alex didn't turn the monitors down, he needed to hear the steady beep to know that you were okay, you were alive and you were breathing. For the last three hours that he'd sat here, he had prayed to every god he could remember the name of - he didn't know if it counted but even started praying to some Greek Gods as well. Why have God in the title if it doesn't count? His hand was still firmly in yours.

Bailey had checked five times in the three hours, checking on you but also on him. She brought him a soda, a sandwich and a muffin and didn't leave until he'd drained half the can and eaten one of the sandwiches. He hadn't realised how hungry he was until he'd started eating, he devoured the rest of meal once she'd left. You were still stable but you weren't awake yet. Bailey was optimistic but Alex wasn't. He was dreading the worst, expecting your levels to become unstable again but as he was dosing off, he felt your hand twitch in his.

He shot up, "(y/n)?" He asked staring at your hand and then at you and much to his relief, your eyes began to flutter open. He let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob. Utter relief crashed over him, "You're awake," he grinned, "you're actually awake."

"A-Alex?" You croaked.

"Here," he said gently as he grabbed a plastic cup and straw and filled it with water from the jug on your bedside unit, "Drink up. How you feeling?"

"Sore."

"Multiple ruptured organs and a few broken bones'll do that to you," Alex teased with a smile. You noticed his hand was still in yours, warm and strong. He saw your eyes narrow at your joined hands and he was quick to pull his back despite everything inside him not wanting to, "I- I'm gonna page Bailey, you drink up." He helped you take the water and left. He was just outside, close enough to make sure that you were still safe - still alive.

It was as he left you looked around the room and you noticed the camping cot which was set up on the floor next to your bed. You frowned. Someone had been staying here. Was it... no, it couldn't have been Alex; Alex hated you.

Your thoughts were cut off by Bailey bursting into your room, "Oh thank the Lord," she grinned, "it's good to see you awake. You scared us." As Bailey checked you over, Alex returned to the seat next to you. Bailey saw your confused expression seeing him sat there, normal clothes not working, "Karev," she said, "go and get (y/n) a sandwich, will you? She's hungry." Alex went to argue, to tell Bailey she told him not to leave your room but Bailey's pointed look made him stop and nod. He left a second later giving you one last worried look, "She's fine now go."

You looked up at Bailey who sighed and looked down at you, "You had that boy scared to death, you know."

"Who? Alex?!"

Bailey nodded, "You're not the only one who's surprised. As soon as you were admitted he was here. It was his day off and he was here. Soon as you got outta surgery he was set up in your room. He hasn't left since Tuesday."

You looked down to the cot next to you, "He's been here the whole time?"

Bailey nodded, "I don't know what's going on between the two of you - if anything - but I'd say that there's something." Your frown deepened and Bailey smiled, "Just... be patient with him."

When Alex came back, Bailey gave you a secret nod with a knowing smile before she left promising to come check on you every hour and to not dare think about going back into a coma otherwise she would kill you. "I'm a doctor, I know how to save people but I know how to kill them too."

"Hey," Alex said as he placed a sandwich and soda on the unit beside your bed, "You okay?"

You nodded, finding yourself rather overwhelmed and touched by his actions. He - Alex Karev - had stayed by your side since the accident. What did that mean? What did Dr Bailey mean? You nodded quickly, "Yeah," you said softly, "just tired."

Alex puffed out a long breath as he sat in the seat next to your bed, "Yeah, you must be. Gave me- gave us all a fright."

Silence fell and the two of you fell into the comfort of the sounds of the hospital. You sipped at the soda Alex had brought before curiosity got the better of you, "Alex... why did you stay with me?"

You could've sworn his cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink but he rubbed his hands over his tired looking face so you couldn't have been sure, "Hell if I know," he muttered, "it's not like we're friends but... I didn't want you to be alone. You're the only one that's almost like a friend and... I dunno." He shrugged, "I don't really understand it myself." Maybe there was something deeper lurking under the surface but he didn't know. That was something you'd have to navigate together, "I know you'd have probably preferred Cristina or Mer-"

You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Thank you, Alex," you whispered, "for everything. Thank you." Now, this time you could see the tips of his ears go pink. You smiled, "Now when are you going to shower cause boy you are looking rough-"

"Shut up!" Alex rolled his eyes but he laughed with you and for once, it felt nice to joke around with him. It felt normal. You didn't know what was going to happen but you somehow knew that he would be beside you, figuring out this crazy journey together and somehow, that made it a little less scary.

[peter-parker-best-friend]

Grey's Paradox.

grey's anatomy fanfiction.

reader(Alexandra Karev) x Cristina Yang x Teddy Altman.

Four future surgeons—Alexandra Karev, her twin brother George Karev, and their best friends Bailey Grey and Alice Grey—had their careers mapped out. As second-year residents at Grey Sloan Memorial, they were following in the footsteps of their legendary parents. But one night, a mistake in the hospital basement sends them hurtling back in time to Season 7, where they land as interns under the very mentors who raised them.

Now, forced to blend in under fake identities, they struggle to navigate a past they know too well, keeping secrets from people they once called family. Alex fights her growing feelings for Cristina Yang and Teddy Altman, two brilliant, older women who were once like aunts to her. George wrestles with his place in a timeline that wasn’t supposed to have him. Alice begins to question her own identity as she meets a father who doesn’t know she exists, and Bailey, the golden boy of the group, starts to doubt the future he thought was certain.

But the past isn’t set in stone. The more they try to stay unnoticed, the more they realize—they’ve already changed history.

Can they make it back to their time, or will they be stuck in the past forever?

link for thus fanfiction in wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/390533800-grey%27s-paradox

Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and all its characters, settings, and storylines belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC. I do not own any part of the franchise and am writing this purely for fun, with no intent to profit. This is a work of fanfiction, and all original characters or changes to the storyline are my own.

[a-fandom-reimagined]

ALL I WANT IS YOU. | IZZIE STEVENS X GN!READER

♡ requested: Hey I just got into watching greys anatomy s2 e5 I am really new , but I love the character of izzie stevens and I tried to find some nice fluff fics but I barely could find any only 1 so I was wondering if you knew more or wanted to write one ? ♡ summary: izzie makes y/n a very...interesting proposition. ♡ author's note: i hope you don't mind that i made it gn it just kind of happened. ♡ word count: 499

"Did you know that couples who co-habituate before marriage have are 48% more likely to have their marriages end in divorce?"

You froze in the doorway of Meredith's house. You hadn't even taken off your coat yet. Much less closed the door.

The house was dark. Candles everywhere. A table set for two in the living room. Romantic music in the background…and a projection screen.

"I…did not know that. What's going on?"

"Well, it's true. A study conducted by researchers in 2018 found that participants were less likely to divorce after the first year of marriage but more likely to get divorced later on down the line. Please sit."

You kicked the door shut and did as she asked, watching her flip through slides of graphs, charts and other research data. You hardly heard any of it. Izzie was resplendent in a pink dress. Her hair was curled and pinned up, her makeup carefully done. You felt as though you were sitting in the presence of royalty.

"--but," she continued, "another study conducted in 2018 concluded that cohabitation before marriage was actually linked to lower divorce rates." Izzie continued her presentation, clicking through an assortments of slides focused on the age of commitment, religion, and the ages, careers, and races of the of the studies participants and a bunch of other analytical mumbo jumbo that went in one ear and out the other.

Finally you couldn't take it anymore. "Izzie, baby, please," you huffed. "I…I am sure that a great deal of work has gone into all of this and I appreciate it but I don't understand what you're trying to say. We're not married and we don't live together. None of these studies apply to us!"

Izzie's throat bobbed, her eyes shining with tears.

Inside, you kicked yourself for making her cry. You held out your arms and she practically ran into them, perching herself on your lap. You kissed her arm, taking both of her hands in your own. "I'm sorry for making you cry, babe. I just… I need you to talk to me. Not at me."

Izzie sniffed, wiping her eyes dry on the back of her hands. "I know, I know. And you didn't make me cry I just… There haven't been a lot of things in my life that have gone right, you know? You are the most precious thing in the world to me and I don't want to lose you. There's no room for mistakes."

"Izzie, I don't want to lose you either but there's no such thing as perfection. This love, this life is what we make it. Not the data. If you want to move in together we can start looking right now. If you want to get married let's gas up the car and go to Vegas."

Izzie scrunched her nose. "Vegas? Is that really what you envision for your dream wedding?"

You shrugged. "Any wedding is my dream as long as I'm saying my vows to you."

You kissed her again and Izzie sighed as if in relief. "All I want is you, Y/N."

[wlw-multi-fandom-imagines]

Arizona Robbins insisting you stay with her while you recover from a car accident?

"Good news!"

You looked up from your phone in surprise as Arizona popped through the doorway to the hospital room you had called home for the past two weeks. Setting the device aside, you reminded yourself to finish texting your sister back later and waited for her announcement.

"Owen and Amelia officially signed off on your discharge papers, which means you're going home today!" she said, holding the signed documents up excitedly.

"Really? They're finally going to unhook me from all this stuff?" you responded, gesturing to the IV and cluster of medical monitors sat next to your bed. The blonde nodded excitedly and set the papers in her hands down in the chair in the corner of the room so that she could start the process.

"There is one small condition though," the blonde began to explain as she went to work on the tubes and wires connecting you to the various medical gadgets that had tracked your vitals since the accident that had landed you there. "They said you have to stay with me for a bit, just in case you fall or have any trouble getting around."

"Arizona, did they actually say that or did you decide that? I'm sure I'll be fine at my place."

"Nope, those are super serious orders from two of this hospital's best doctors," she quipped. "Best not to question them though."

"Really, I don't want to impose. You've done enough for me since my wreck, plus I really need to get home to see my cat," you assured her. Noticing that she was about to take out your IV, you turned your head to the side to avoid seeing the needle.

"You won't be imposing, and Mr. Whiskers is already settled in at my place. I picked him up last night and brought him home with me last night after my last surgery."

Hearing the sound of the needle as it dropped into the sharps container, you turned back towards her and gave her a thankful smile.

"You really are the sweetest woman I have ever met," you said, watching as the compliment sent blood rushing to her cheeks. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Don't even mention it," she said, taping a small piece of gauze where your IV had been inserted. "I have a few kiddos to check in on from yesterday, but after that I'll we can get going. See you in a bit."

The blonde leaned down to plant a quick kiss on your forehead before hurrying off to finish up her evening rounds.

[onegayastronaut]

Under the Weight

Requested by anon: fanfic request please --You faint while on the job with Maya, worrying both Carina and Maya

Words: 1476

I have a hyperfixation on Carina at the moment lmao...I need her to **** my ****** and ***** me on a daily basis

The alarm blared through Station 19, jolting everyone into action. Maya Bishop moved like a lightning bolt, the epitome of efficiency as she called out assignments. “Jack, you’re with me! Sullivan, grab the hose team! Y/N, you’re on search and rescue with Gibson. Let’s move, people!”

You nodded sharply, adrenaline already coursing through your veins. As a firefighter-paramedic, this was what you lived for. The call was for a residential fire, a potential family of four trapped inside. The stakes were high—just the way Maya liked it.

As the team piled into the engine, Maya’s sharp voice cut through the tense atmosphere. “This is a full-team effort. No cutting corners. Lives depend on us.” Her words carried the usual authority, but you caught the faintest edge of worry as her gaze flicked to you. Maya’s protective nature had only intensified since your relationship began. While she trusted your abilities, she couldn’t turn off the part of her that cared deeply.

Carina, stationed in the aid car, gave you a reassuring look before you rolled out. Her presence was a balm in the chaos. You carried the warmth of her gaze with you as the engine sped toward the inferno.

The fire roared as you arrived on scene, thick black smoke billowing out of the two-story home. It was a chaotic symphony: screaming neighbors, hissing water, and the crackle of consuming flames. Maya wasted no time, barking orders with precision.

“Y/N, Gibson, second floor!” she shouted through her mask. “Find them and get them out!”

You didn’t hesitate, following Gibson into the blaze. The heat was oppressive, your gear feeling like a furnace, but you powered through. You trusted your training, your instincts, and your team. Room by room, you searched, the smoke stinging your eyes and stealing your breath despite the mask.

“Found one!” Gibson called out, hefting a child into his arms. “I’m taking them down!”

“Go!” you replied, your voice muffled but firm. Alone now, you pushed forward, searching for the remaining family members. You found a woman and her infant huddled in a corner, their faces streaked with soot.

“I’ve got you,” you said, your voice gentle despite the urgency. You carefully scooped up the infant, helping the mother to her feet. “Stay close to me. We’re getting out of here.”

The journey back was a gauntlet. The heat was unbearable, and your vision swam as you struggled to keep your breathing steady. You emerged into the cool night air just as Gibson returned for backup.

“Great work, Y/N,” he said, taking the infant from you to hand over to paramedics. You nodded, trying to catch your breath.

Maya was at your side instantly, her sharp eyes scanning you. “You okay?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

“Yeah, just… hot,” you replied, waving her off. But the world tilted dangerously, and you staggered. Maya’s hands shot out to steady you.

“Hey! Stay with me, Y/N,” she said, her voice rising in alarm.

The edges of your vision blurred, and the last thing you saw was Carina rushing toward you from the aid car.

When you came to, it was to the sound of Carina’s voice, calm yet laced with worry. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

You blinked, the sterile white of the Station’s aid room coming into focus. Carina’s dark eyes were inches from yours, her hand warm against your cheek. Maya stood behind her, arms crossed but her face betraying her anxiety.

“What happened?” you croaked.

“You fainted,” Carina said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Heat exhaustion, likely compounded by dehydration. When was the last time you ate? Or drank water?”

You tried to think but came up blank. Maya groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Damn it, Y/N. How many times have we told you to take care of yourself?”

“I’m fine,” you said, attempting to sit up. But Carina gently pushed you back down.

“You are not fine,” she countered as she forced her voice down despite her frustration. “You’re staying here until I’m sure you’re stable.”

“We’re not losing you to a preventable mistake,” Maya added, her voice softer now but no less firm. “You scared the hell out of us.”

The sincerity in her tone made your chest tighten. You knew Maya cared deeply, but this felt more personal. Her eyes bore into yours, a mixture of anger and fear swirling in their depths. Carina’s hand never left yours, her thumb brushing soothing circles over your skin.

Carina’s voice broke the moment. “You need rest and fluids. No arguments.”

You nodded reluctantly, the fight draining out of you. As Carina set up an IV, Maya pulled up a chair beside the cot. “You’re benched for the rest of the shift,” she said. “And maybe longer, depending on what Carina says.”

“Maya—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted. “You’re not invincible, Y/N. None of us are.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You met her gaze, seeing the vulnerability she rarely let show. It wasn’t just about the job. It was about you.

Carina squeezed your hand gently, drawing your attention back to her. “Promise us you’ll take better care of yourself.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of their concern settling over you. “I promise.”

The rest of the night was uneventful, but the memory of their worry lingered. Maya’s protective streak and Carina’s nurturing care were constants in your life, but seeing them so deeply affected by your lapse hit you hard. They loved you, and you loved them—a bond that went beyond words.

Over the next few days, their concern manifested in different ways. Maya’s sharp reminders to drink water and take breaks became routine, while Carina packed you meals with little notes tucked inside: “Stay strong.”

At first, it was overwhelming. You weren’t used to being the center of such focused care. But gradually, you came to see it for what it was: they loved you.

One evening, as you sat between them on the couch at home, Carina’s head resting on your shoulder and Maya’s hand entwined with yours, you reflected on how far you’d come together. Maya’s sharp edges had softened with you and Carina, and Carina’s nurturing spirit provided the glue that held the three of you together. You were a team in every sense, each of you bringing something vital to the relationship.

“I’ve been thinking,” Maya said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Maybe we should all take a few days off. Go somewhere. Just us.”

Carina perked up, her dark eyes lighting with excitement. “I like this idea. A vacation would be good for all of us.”

You smiled at the thought. “Where would we even go?”

“Anywhere with no fires, no emergencies, and no stress,” Maya said. Her gaze softened as she looked at you. “We’ve been through a lot. I think we deserve a break.”

Carina nodded, squeezing your hand. “We do. And you, my love, need to learn how to relax.”

You chuckled, the warmth of their love washing over you. “Alright, let’s do it. A getaway sounds perfect.”

The trip turned out to be exactly what you all needed. A small cabin by a serene lake provided the perfect escape. Maya’s competitive streak came out during kayaking races, while Carina reveled in teaching you both how to make authentic Italian meals in the cabin’s rustic kitchen.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, the three of you sat on the porch wrapped in blankets. The world felt still, the only sounds the gentle lapping of water and the occasional chirp of crickets.

Maya broke the silence, her voice soft. “I don’t say it enough, but I’m so grateful for both of you. You’ve changed my life in ways I never expected.”

Carina reached for her hand, her other arm draped around your shoulders. “We’ve all changed each other. That’s what love does.”

You leaned into them, your heart full. “I’m the luckiest person alive to have you both. Thank you for… everything.”

Maya kissed your temple, her lips lingering. “We’re in this together, always.”

As the stars emerged one by one, you knew this was what mattered most: the love you shared, the family you’d built. No fire, no challenge, could ever burn brighter than this.

By the time your next shift rolled around, you were back to full strength. But the experience had left its mark. You made a conscious effort to hydrate, eat, and rest when needed—not just for yourself, but for the people who cared about you.

Maya and Carina were quick to notice. “Good to see you listening for once,” Maya teased, though her smile was warm.

Carina simply hugged you, her relief palpable. “I love you both,” you replied, pulling them close.