#george o’malley x you

[phefics]

𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: george o'malley x reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you're george's best friend. after a night of drinking, you two hook-up, then try to pretend it never happened. prompted by @grimeslovebot!! 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: fem!reader, surgery intern!reader, george isn't married/a cheater, drunk sex, unprotected sex, sort of angsty/cliffhanger ending, pt 2 coming soon 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~1.7k

It had been a hard, long week at Seattle Grace Hospital. You had spent most of it in the clinic, which wasn’t very exciting, but it had put you on Bailey’s good side, which was always a good thing.

George, on the other hand, had been given a chance to scrub in on an incredible surgery and the patient, unfortunately, hadn’t made it. It had upset him, losing someone so young, and he had been sulking around the halls the past few days.

“Why don’t we do something fun tonight?” you suggested, sensing that his mood wasn’t going to get better without a gentle nudge. Like all the other surgery interns, the job often took a toll on him, and only another intern was capable of understanding their pain.

“Like what?” he asked, not looking up from the chart he was reading.

“I don’t know…Go to the bar with the other interns?“ you suggested.

George looked up at you with a fond look on his face. “You mean, like we do all the time?”

“I’m just brainstorming!” you defended, but you couldn’t help smiling.

You and George had immediately gotten along at the beginning of your internship, and had been inseparable friends ever since. All it took was a certain expression on his face, or a specific tone of voice for you to know exactly what he was thinking. You were smiling, because you knew that fond look on his face meant, ‘I know you’re trying to cheer me up, and going to a bar with Karev is not the right approach.’

So, you tried again. “Or we could go back to the house, watch a movie, have some drinks and snacks? I think Meredith is on call tonight, anyway, so the house will be quieter than usual.”

He notated something on the chart, giving you a nod. “Sure, that sounds nice. Uh, I have to go run some labs, but I’ll see you at lunch?”

“See you!”

It was a few hours later when George put his tray down next to yours on the cafeteria table, flopping down into his seat with a sigh.

“Drinks tonight is just what I need,” he said.

You gave him a sympathetic smile, patting his arm. “I’ll stop by the liquor store after my shift.”

“You’re the best,” George said, and his tone was so sincere, combined with that fond look in his big, brown eyes, it made your face flush.

The moment was ruined when Meredith came to the table, practically slamming her food down as she began to rant about her drama with McDreamy, and you were grateful for the distraction.

George was your best friend. Surely you weren’t interested in him…like that. George O’Malley, who was shy and awkward, who was into all his nerdy shit, who made you laugh more than anyone else, who knew you better than anyone…

Well, shit. That wasn’t a great revelation to have in the middle of your work day. You were falling for your best friend.

Meredith’s voice faded to the background as you processed it. Relationships within the hospital always seemed to get messy. You were co-workers, roommates, friends. If it went wrong, it would ruin so much. But if it went well...God, if it went well, it would be so perfect.

"Earth to Y/N?" George said, his fingers waving in front of your face.

You startled from your thoughts. "What?"

"Your pager is going off. Didn't you hear it?"

"Shit," you muttered, grabbing for your pager as you rose to your feet, already preparing to sprint.

"See you later!" George called after you as you ran from the cafeteria.

Later that evening, you changed out of your scrubs in the locker room before heading out of the hospital, stopping at the liquor store and picking up a few bottles of assorted drinks, making sure to grab George's favorite, as well as stopping at a gas station for snacks.

By the time you made it back to the house, your arms full of bags, George was there to help you bring the bags inside.

You picked a film while George mixed some drinks, curling up beside each other on the couch.

"Cheers to surviving another week," he said.

You smiled and clinked your glass with his.

The film you chose was supposed to be sci-fi, but there was an unnecessary romance plot thrown in, and the drunker you got, the more frustrated you became.

"If the world was fucking ending, I would be less concerned with getting laid," you quipped, rolling your eyes at the television.

George was also pretty tipsy by that point, and he laughed. "I think it's sweet. I mean, he's clearly been in love with her for a while. If you thought you weren't going to live much longer, wouldn't you want to seize the opportunity?"

You hummed, considering it. “But what if the world doesn’t end? And now you’ve just made things awkward.”

“Or you’ve made things better,” George said. He had a giddy smile on his face, like he was genuinely daydreaming about the concept.

“You thinking about someone specific?” you teased, nudging him in the ribs playfully.

“Shut up,” he replied, his cheeks flushed, not just due to the alcohol.

You broke into a grin, his lie obvious. "Oh, you are! Tell me, tell me," you chanted, words slurred slightly as you nudged him repeatedly, even sneaking your hands out to tickle his side.

He yelped, batting uselessly at your hands. "No! There's nothing to tell!" he insisted, but his giggling didn't make the words sound very convincing.

Somehow, you ended up halfway in his lap, still poking and prodding at him and demanding to know his little secret, too tipsy to care about the close proximity, or about the fact that his answer might not be who you wanted it to be.

Thankfully, his answer was just what you wanted, and it didn't even come verbally. In a last ditch effort to get you to stop assailing him, George had grabbed your face and pulled you in for a clumsy kiss.

The movie wasn't even half-finished, but it was totally forgotten as you and George got to your feet, stumbling through the house and towards his bedroom, each moment where your lips weren't pressed together spent giggling.

There were no words necessary, your mouths too occupied with kissing to bother. George had already grown hard in his pajama pants, the imprint of his well-sized cock clearly visible through the plaid fabric.

You laid down on his bed, fingers fumbling to remove your top, and George pulled his own shirt over his head with a big of a struggle, the heat of the moment combined with the liquor making every movement desperate and uncoordinated.

It wasn't long until you both completely naked, tangled in his bed sheets. He held your face with so much care, thumb stroking your jaw as he kissed you.

"Youhave no idea how long I've wanted this," he breathed, lining his cock up with your entrance. "Since the ice breaker before our internship, I swear..."

"Me too," you replied. "Didn't even realize how bad I needed you, but it's always been there."

You two both moaned as he entered you, your fingernails digging into his back. It felt so good, the stretch of his cock filling you. It was a blessing that no one else was home to hear the way the bed creaked, the way you gasped and how he groaned.

As he fucked you, George used his thumb to rub circles on your clit, bringing you close to orgasm as he approached his own.

"Fuck," you breathed. "I'm gonna—"

"Me too," he said.

It didn't long for you to both be finished, laying spent on his flannel bedsheets. From the alcohol and the rush of adrenaline, you both fell asleep like that, naked and cuddled together.

***

When you awoke the next morning, you immediately felt the headache before your eyes had even opened. Weren't you too old, too mature to be getting hungover like this? And you were on-call today, which was just the cherry on top.

Or, so you thought. The real cherry on top was when you opened your eyes and say none other than your best friend, George O'Malley, laying next to you.

Fuck, you thought. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You jumped out of the bed, and your head pounded in protest. You ignored it, too occupied with the fact that you were naked, your clothes strewn about George's bedroom floor. You gathered them up hastily and snuck out of his room, dashing into your own.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Maybe George wouldn't remember! Maybe you could just move on, pretending that it had never happened.

It was wishful thinking, though. Once you had showered, gotten ready for work, and eaten some semblance of breakfast, George emerged from his bedroom, still shirtless, and nearly bumped right into you in the hallway.

"Morning," he said, sounding exhausted. "What the hell did we drink last night?"

"Don't remember," you replied. "I gotta go. See you later!"

You weren't being very subtle. Izzie, Meredith, and Cristina kept questioning why you were acting jumpy, flustered, and hungover.

"Did you go on a date?" Izzie asked.

Meredith chimed in. "Was it someone here?"

"Oh, don't tell me you're screwing an attending, too," Cristina said.

"I just didn't get much sleep," you replied.

Thankfully, your pager beeped and gave you an excuse to leave. You went to the room you were summoned to, expecting to find a patient in need or an attending who wanted you to scrub in.

Instead, you found an empty room with none other than George O'Malley standing in it.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," you replied, fighting the urge to run right back out of the room.

"So, when I was getting dressed this morning, I noticed the, um...Well, the scratches on my back. I just want to make sure...It was you, right? Like, I didn't do something totally stupid?"

"It was me," you said. "And who says it wasn't stupid? We...We're friends, George, we shouldn't...I mean, I don't want to lose that."

George's face fell slightly, and you focused your gaze on the floor to ignore it.

"Of course," he replied. "Yeah, no, you're right. We were drunk, anyway. It didn't...It didn't have to mean anything."

"Cool. Well, uh...I'll see you later."

You rushed out of the room, refusing to look back at him.

(there will be a part two, don't worry!!)

[dovesdreaming]

Recently started watching greys anatomy and tell me why there’s barely any fanfiction!? I neeeeed fics but I guess I can help restart the fandom by writing aswell! Not that far into it yet so can’t write anything to do with later plots and characters but I will take requests for Alex karev and George O’Malley for now!!

[angvl3tears]

࣪𓏲ּ ᥫ᭡ ₊ 𝐃'𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋? 𝜗ৎ ‧

he comes back for his sweet girl... bsf!rafe x sweetheart!reader ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

content ✮⋆˙ soft rafe, fluff, down bad for his ‘best friend’

leaving his sweet girl.. ⊹ ࣪ ˖𝜗𝜚

you lay on your stomach, relishing in the plush carpeted floor. all fuzzy and soft pink. this, right here, is why floor time happens three times a day. sometimes four.

your eyes flick up to the ipad propped up by the book stack, giggling at george o’malley tripping over his own feet.

swinging your fluffy sock clad feet, you hum to yourself as you scribble in your journal, greys anatomy playing as background noise.

the hand not holding the pink pen comes up to your chest, clutching the heart locket that hung delicately against your skin as you mindlessly write away. you sigh, that longing feeling washing over you. you miss him. so much. he’s your other half and he’s gone. you two have never been away from each other for this long.

a series of knocks on your door interrupts your thoughts. “it’s open! come in!” you call out sweetly, toying with the locket you cherish so dearly.

the creak of the door has you wincing, the noise reminding you that you still have yet to get it fixed. it’s not your fault you wanted a pretty vintage door. the rose detailing was just too beautiful to say ‘no’ to.

heavy footsteps travel in your direction, in the open space where you lay. your brows furrow, wondering who it could be.

before you get the chance to make a move, an unknown voice clears their throat from behind you. your cheeks burn, realising the view they have from their angle.

“wow,” the word comes out softly. you freeze, pen dropping from your hand. your lips part. “what a warm welcome,” he mutters, staring at the plush of your thighs, curve of your ass peaking out of the dainty pink pajama shorts. you blink.

your heart pounds loudly in your ears, drowning out the sound of the show playing from your ipad.

“d’you miss me, sweetheart?” your breath catches in your throat. feeling tingles spread throughout your entire body.

“rafe?” you breathe, whipping your head around, hair bouncing. you find those stormy blues you love so much, staring right at you. standing there, to his full, beautiful height. “rafe!” you exclaim, rushing to stand to your feet.

he laughs, enjoying the surprise and joy on your face a little too much. “hi, sweetheart.” he says it so casually like you haven’t been apart for nearly two months.

you jump at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. breathing him in. his arms circle your waist, squeezing tight. flutters following his every touch. his nose against your neck, eyes closed in content. letting the familiar scent of you engulf him. sweet and sugary. just like his sweet girl.

everything feels right. excitement buzzes through your veins. “i missed you so much, rafe.” you murmur against the warmth of his neck.

you feel his lips curl into a smile against the silk of your skin. “i missed you more, sweet girl.” he tells you. voice laced with something so sincere. so genuine. it tugs at your delicate heart strings. and you believe him.

you suddenly find yourself caught up in the moment, squealing, pulling back to look at his face. excitement and pure adrenaline coursing through you. your hands slide down, pretty pink nails leaving a tingle as they move from around his neck. hands cupping his cheeks. a low grin makes it’s way onto his face. “watchu doing there?” his voice is teasing.

“just let me look.” your eyes trace over every little detail that makes up his beautiful face. god, you missed looking at that face of his. your thumbs swipe across the tan of his cheeks. admiring.

he squeezes the subtle curve of your hips tight. “look all you want. it’s yours.” rafe’s eyes hold this glint, something knowing shining in them. something soft and sweet. undeniably you. heat rushes to your cheeks, a rosy colour spreading. you gush, biting back a smile.

“i love you.” the words push past your glossy lips. your heart swells. feeling so loved. so happy. brushing a hand over his buzzed hair. he sighs, eyes falling shut. tugging you so your foreheads touch. you close your eyes and let his wandering hands roam your body. like they so desperately want to. refraining himself from nearing the curve that leads to your plush, full ass. decorated so beautifully in those pink pajama shorts he got a great view of earlier.

“sweet, sweet girl.” his words are soft, his cool breath fanning across your pouty lips. you lean back ever so slightly, doe eyes fluttering back open. soft lips brushing a chaste, sticky kiss against his cheek.

his eyes open and you see it now. the love. swirling through every bit of him. with your name written all over it. he gives your waist another squeeze. lifting one hand up. fingers tracing the gentle curve of your jaw. hand slotting against your cheek perfectly. you lean into his touch. into his warmth. nuzzling against his palm.

“i love you.” he says it with such meaning that it has your heart stuttering. a fuzzy feeling washing over you. you smile up at him, lazily. doe eyes glazing over. drugged up on rafe and everything he is. he always makes you feel. so much.

“my sweet girl,” he mumbles, pulling you closer. as if you weren’t already a single breath away. it’s never close enough with you. he always needs more. his lips so close now they almost touch yours. he leaves a kiss at the corner of your lips, edging dangerously close to where he really wants. “so sweet.” maybe next time.

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[thewritingofamadwoman]

Should I Stay, or Should I Go?

Happy Monday! I hope I did this request justice, tried to keep it light with a bit of angst. Not sure where I want these two to end up but let me know what you think!

Requested by the lovely @caseyandsloan

Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader (gave her a name but no descriptions used)

Warnings: A bit of Angst, Mark being Mark.

“Annalise, wait-“

I rolled my eyes at the sound of the familiar voice trailing behind me.

“Don’t you dare ‘Annalise’ me. It’s DOCTOR Grey to you, Doctor Sloan. I have no interest in speaking to you so please go whore yourself to any other attending,”

I continue walking until I reach the nursing bay, pulling out one of my patient’s charts and looking into their case. Mark stood in front of me, and gave me an apologetic smile.

“Fine, “Doctor” Grey, can you please just hear me out. I came to Seattle to find you, to apologize. I want to be part of your life again. What I did was a mistake, but you have to know that I never stopped loving you,” he pleaded, his eyes begging me to believe him.

My heart wavered, feeling a million and one emotions in a span of a few seconds. Our life together flashed before my eyes; our first date, our time during medical school together with our friends, being best man and maid of honor at Derek and Addison’s wedding, finding out we were pregnant. The last memory to cross my mind however, was the scene I walked into back in New York. The way he and my ex-best friend Addison Montgomery, were in bed together. My gaze immediately hardened once more.

“Here’s what you’re NOT going to do, Mark. You’re not going to show up to my place of work and bat your baby blue eyes at me in hopes of me taking you back. You ripped my heart into *shreads* Mark. I loved you. Part of me still does. But you don’t get to prey on that minuscule part of me. Not anymore. Now get the hell out of my sight before I call security,” I could feel my eyes water as I glared at him, the hurt fueling my heart.

Before Mark could say anything else, I heard a voice I’d never been more thankful speaking up from behind me.

“Is everything alright, Annalise?” I turned to find Miranda Bailey staring at me with her arms crossed, turning her head to shoot daggers at Mark. My sister, Meredith, was standing beside her along with the rest of the interns, looking on.

“Everything’s fine Miranda, thank you. Come on Meredith, I think you and Yang on my service today,” I walked forward, hearing my sister’s sneakers trail behind me. Rounding the corner I paused against the nearest wall and let out a deep breath. Meredith came to a short stop behind me.

“So…who was that?”

I scoffed humorlessly. “That, Mer, was Mark Sloan,”

“Wait. THE Mark Sloan? The guy who slept with your best friend? Derek’s best friend?Jolie’s father? THAT Mark Sloan?” Meredith’s eyes widened comically and both she and Christina looked back down the hall, as if trying to catch a glimpse of the man in question.

“Yup. The one and only jackass,” I huffed. I took a deep breath, put on my game face, and pushed off the wall. Mark Sloan had taken so much from me, and I wasn’t going to let him piss me off at my place of work anymore.

“Wait, wait. Derek’s best friend, who slept with Derek’s WIFE was married to you, Derek’s other best friend? What, was this some sort of doctor orgy?” Christina said as we made our way to our first patient.

“First off, we were never married. We were together for six years. But welcome to the Grey-Sloan-Shepherd family dynamic, Yang. Stick around, there’s so much more to come,” I rolled my eyes as we reached the patient’s room. The day continued and I managed to forget about Mark. That is, until I saw Derek punch him in the middle of the nursing bay. I gasped, along with the rest of the on-lookers before following Derek with my eyes as he walked away.

“That was one hell of a punch, Shepherd’s a badass!” I turned to see Alex Karev smirking to George O’Malley who looked like a fish out of water as his eyes trailed between Derek, Mark, Meredith, and finally to me. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he immediately looked away, a deep blush spreading along his cheeks.

I sighed. Fuck, this was going to be one hell of a fucking day.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The sound of a lunch tray slamming down onto the table tartled me from my deep thoughts. I looked up to see Callie Torres and Miranda Bailey looking at me sheepishly. I nodded and both women sat down, waiting for me to speak first. I rolled my eyes playfully, taking a bite of my carrot.

“Go on, I know you want to ask..”

“Holy SHIT, Anna. THAT’s Mark? He’s fucking hot!” Callie gushed, looking around to make sure the man in question wasn’t around. Bailey scoffed and nudged Callie.

“Torres!”

I laughed at Bailey’s exclamation.

“No, she’s right Miranda. He’s ridiculously hot. But he’s also the biggest asshole on the planet,” I shrugged, taking a sip of my coke.

“Mind if we ask what happened? All we know is that you came to Seattle after breaking up with your ex. There’s definitely more to that if he’s back here begging for you to take him back.” Callie said, smiling sympathetically. I let out a deep breath and allowed myself to think back to the good old days.

“What’s there to tell? He was the love of my life and we were happy. And then he decided to fuck my best friend, in turn hurting both me and HIS own best friend.”

Both women stayed silent, knowing that there was more to come.

“Two years ago Mark and I were the couple that everyone was jealous of. The country’s most well renowned plastic surgeon and cardio thoracic surgeon, tackling New York together. Mark, Derek, Addison and I were truly the best of friends. Addy and I grew up together and when we met Mark and Derek in college the four of us were inseparable. Derek and Addison got married after we all got our PhD’s and Mark and I were over the moon for them.

“A few months after the wedding, I found out I was pregnant. And after seeing how happy Mark was at Derek’s wedding I assumed he’d be just as happy about the baby. I mean, we spoke about our future all the time but I guess it was just all talk to Mark. The second I mentioned I was pregnant, he changed. He started staying late at Cornell, taking on case after case. It was like he was never home. And I didn’t question it, I just assumed he was busy, maybe even working hard to save up for the baby. But one rainy night, Derek and I worked a late together and he offered to drive me back home when we finished up. Since’s Derek and Addison’s place was close by, we walked there so Derek could grab his car from the garage. The second we walked in to the house, we both knew something was up. The sight of a familiar leather jacket on the ground next to a pair of haphazardly tossed heels made my stomach drop. Derek and I shared a glance, both of our hearts breaking simultaneously.

“Derek walked up the steps to his bedroom while I did my best to keep myself from hyperventilating. The second I heard Addison’s gasp and Mark’s voice calling out for Derek, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Derek flew back down the stairs, eyes watery. Our gaze locked and he grabbed his keys and raincoat, pulling me by my hand, doing his best to drag me out of the house but not before a familiar silloutte stood at the top of the stairs.

“Annalise…”

Mark’s voice cracked with shame and my tears finally spilled over. That was the last time Mark and I saw each other. Derek and I immediately went back to the hospital where we spent the night consoling each other in silence. We were shocked. Sick to our stomaches. Devastated. Jolie was born 7 months after that and it’s just been the three of us ever since. I officially made Derek Jolie’s God-Father and we’ve been happy. Mark tried to reach out multiple times but I packed up and left Seattle shortly there after. Changed my number and just lived my life for my little girl.

So watching Derek sucker punch Mark truly made my day. I even got myself a cookie to celebrate,” I took a bite of the cookie in hand and smiled at the women infront of me.

They both looked disheartened and yet happy to have gotten the full story.

“Thank you for telling us Anna. If you need anything at all, we’ve got your back,” Callie said, smiling and placing a hand over mine. Miranda nodded.

“Absolutely. I’ll kick that little shit in the balls if he ever attempts to come near you if I have to,” I laughed and smiled back at them, happy to have friends like them.

Hours passed and I was staring at the OR grease-board while chewing on a twizzler before hearing two familiar voices off to my left.

“Welcome aboard Doctor Sloan, Seattle Grace is proud to have you,”

I turned to see Chief Webber shaking hands with Mark. My mouth dropped open, Derek standing a few feet behind me with the same look on his face. I felt like a fish out of water, my heart racing. Suprise, sadness, fear and rage bubbled inside me and before I knew it, I felt myself explode.

“What the fuck Chief!”

Please let me know if you’re interested in a part two. Do you think Annalise should forgive Mark down the line, or should a new love interest join in on all the fun?

[fan-of-many24]

It’s you I want

(George O’Malley x gn!reader angst Alex Karev x gn!reader fluff)

Details: Nurse Y/N has fallen for Dr. O’Malley, but is overlooked time and again.

(Reader is described as shorter than Karev and O’Malley)

Word Count: 3.28k

You worked as a nurse at Seattle Grace for the past four years. You’ve seen your fair share of interns, some have stayed, some left, some are obnoxious and arrogant, and others are so passive that they get flushed out.

At first, this is what you thought would happen with George O’Malley. There were many times when you were at the nurses station, watching him get overshadowed by his fellow interns. You felt bad for him, and there was his whole puppy thing going on, so there were times when you would help him with his scut work, giving him pointers here and there.

After a while, you felt your feelings grow from pity, to friendship, to admiration. George was sweet, and caring. He would tell you about his family during downtimes, and you would talk about yours. You felt a connection with him that you haven’t felt in a while. But he also talked to you about Meredith. He would talk, and talk, and talk some more. He would gush about her beauty and her intelligence, how funny she was, every single quality was attractive to him. She was everything you weren’t. You knew nursing was in no way lower than being a doctor, but you felt somehow smaller than her.

But even with his feelings for Meredith you couldn’t put aside your own feelings for George. How he would bring you coffee in the mornings, buy you a little snack whenever you were having a rough day, hold you while you cried if you lost a patient. It was so hard to not fall for George O’Malley, and tried as you might you did.

You were venting to another nurse about your feelings for George.

“I just can’t get George out of my head,” you sighed, “he’s just so damn cute and so caring.”

“Y/N, honey, you have to tell him.” your friend responded.

“I can’t,” you shook your head, “not when he has eyes for someone else.”

A sweet voice butted in, “Who has eyes for someone else?”

You jumped and swiveled in your chair to see George standing there, leaning against the station. The other nurse took the opportunity to get back to her work. Your cheeks heated and eyes widened, “How much of that did you hear?”

“Not much, just the end part about having eyes for someone else.” George explained, “So who’s the lucky guy?”

You breathed a subtle sigh of relief to this, “Nobody, really, it doesn’t matter.” You tried to go about your work.

“C’mon, Y/N,” he groaned, “this is the first time you’ve expressed interest in someone!”

That he knew.

You could tell he wasn’t about to let this go. You looked around, hoping to get an idea of what to say.

Eventually your eyes land on Dr. Karev talking to Dr. Stevens.

“Karev.” You stated, hoping he believed it.

George widened his eyes and shook his head quickly at that. “Alex? Really? He doesn’t seem like your type.”

He’s not.

“I don’t know something about him,” you lied, “he’s just so dreamy.”

You internally vomited. Alex Karev was a manwhore and hellspawn. He’s slept with half of the nurses, and insulted the other half. He hadn’t done either in his short interactions with you, luckily, but that didn’t help your opinion of him.

George was silent for a few seconds, blinking a bit rapidly, before he smiled at you.

“How about I set you up on a date with him?” he suggested.

Now you were gonna vomit.

“Oh no,” you shook your head and your hands, “no need, besides I don’t think he’d go for someone like me?” Your chest tightened in dejection.

“Someone like you?” George asked in surprise, “Y/N, you’re amazing! I can’t imagine anyone would turn you down.”

You bit your lip, chest tightening even more. George didn’t realize how he was squeezing your heart, threatening to destroy it. You thought about it for a second before you closed your eyes.

“Fine,” you sighed.

“Alright!” he jeered, “Y/N, I know what it’s like not to be noticed. You deserve this, even if I don’t really understand your interest in him.”

You sighed once more before George gave you two thumbs up and backed away before rushing off.

Once he was out of sight you groaned and dropped your head into your hands.

You heard the swivel of a chair once more, “you’ve gotten yourself into a big mess here, Y/N.”

You turned your head to look to your friend again, “Who knows, maybe Alex will help me get my mind off George.”

Not letting your mind linger on the thought much longer, you went back to work checking in on patients and updating charts. Before long you forgot about George’s suggestion, focusing completely on your work.

The end of the day came and you were getting ready to punch out before a knock on the desk alerted you to the presence of someone in front of you. You looked up to see none other than Alex Karev. Your eyes widened and you saw George not too far behind him giving you two thumbs up.

“Y/N,” Alex smiled, “a little birdie told me you may have taken a bit of an interest in me.”

You gave him a thin smile back, blinking at his boldness.

“Did they? And what do you think of that?” you asked, hoping for rejection.

“I think,” he leaned in, “I should take you out to dinner.”

Your cheek flushed. You weren’t used to someone taking an interest in you, let alone be so forward with it.

“Um, yeah, sure.” you stammered, smiling shyly.

“Drinks tomorrow? Meet here at 8?” he suggested with a sly smile.

“Sure,” you agreed, “it’s a date.”

Alex smiled and knocked once more, walking away.

Your heart was beating faster than you thought it would. Unexpectedly so.

“Sooo…” George inquired, worried.

“We’re getting drinks tomorrow.” you smiled a bit wistfully.

“What?”

“What?”

“You’re going on a date?” George asked incredulously.

You recoiled a bit at that, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing just…” he trailed

“No, go on.” you insisted, getting a bit heated, “what do you mean?”

“You just don’t seem like his type.” he admitted.

You blinked at him a few times and licked your teeth.

“Am I undateable?” you urged, nodding your head.

“What?!” George almost shouted, “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“That’s what it sounded like.” you countered, “I’m not a nun. Men find me attractive.”

“That’s not what I’m saying, Y/N.”

“No, you’re just surprised that he would go on a date with me.” you stated roughly, “You know what George, I’m heading out.”

You clocked out, grabbing your bag and rushed away.

The drive home had you stewing, angry punk music playing over the radio. When you got home you slammed the apartment door closed, thinking of George’s reaction to your date with Alex. He was the one who suggested a date, why would he do that if he didn’t think it would happen? Where did he find the audacity to tell you that you weren’t Alex’s type? You had listened to him go on and on about Meredith, so why was he acting like this when something romantic was happening to you?

All of these thoughts ran through your head before another solidified within your mind. You were going to treat tomorrow like an actual date. Whether you were originally interested or not, you are now. You went to the bathroom to prepare for the next day, shaving, exfoliating, and a face mask. You went to bed determined to make the date successful.

The morning came and you had a shift right before the date. You wore your scrubs but packed your best outfit for after, making sure that it wouldn’t get too wrinkled.

You went about your day as you would usually, except for avoiding George here and there. Any time that you would see him approaching you shot him a look that led him away. You were still pissed off and didn’t want to see him.

The day came to an end and you changed into your outfit. It fit you in all the right places, putting your best features on display. You looked into the mirror, fixed a few pieces of hair and sighed. You were actually anxious, and not in a I-don’t-wanna-go way but in a I-want-this-to-go-well way. Thinking about it throughout the day you realized that Alex Karev was attractive, and even though you had heard bad things about him, he hadn’t done anything to you. You were starting to get a bit giddy.

You walked out to the nurses station and saw Alex waiting for you in a nice pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a flannel. When he looked up to see you, a small smile spread across his face. He took a few steps to meet you where you were, a small gesture but one you noticed.

“You look,” Alex breathed, “good.”

You blushed and smiled under his gaze, “you do too.”

Alex scratched the back of his neck and let out a small chuckle.

“Joe’s?” you suggested.

“Yeah.” he smiled, “let’s go.”

You both walked in comfortable silence, shoulders bumping now and then.

When you got to the bar it was a bit crowded but not too loud. You scanned the bar for seats and locked eyes with George, who was sitting with Meredith and Christina. You quickly looked away and found a booth in the corner, away from the crowd.

You tugged on Alex’s sleeve and nodded towards the booth. He nodded back before taking your hand and leading you through the crowd of people. The action was shocking to you, and made your heart race. Once you got there, Alex sat you down and asked what you wanted. You gave him the drink, he nodded before going to the bar to order.

You sat there and stared at the table, feeling your cheeks with the back of your hand, surprised to feel them flushed. You smiled to yourself, surprised. So far Alex was nothing if not a gentleman and you were a bit happy you decided to go on the date.

After a beat you could feel holes being bored into your skull, you turned your head to see the trio from earlier staring at you. Meredith was staring with amusement, Christina with curiosity, and George with an expression you couldn’t read. They all looked away quickly, Christina and Meredith giggling a bit and George silent. You shook your head, not letting them get to you, and Alex returned with your drinks and a basket of peanuts.

You thanked him as he set your drink in front of you and took a small sip. He nodded and smiled in response. You decided that if this date was going to be successful you had to be bold.

“So, Alex,” you started, “why ask me on a date?”

He looked at you curiously, a mischievous smile playing on his face.

“Well, one, you were interested,” he counted off, to which you rolled your eyes, “and two you’re… admirable.”

You blinked back at him, smile splitting across your face, “Admirable?”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” he shakes his head, “your presence is commanding. You have the respect of the doctors, of your peers, hell you have my respect. You advocate for your patients and you actually care for each and every one of them. You’re admirable.”

You sat there a bit stunned. Alex admired you. He respected you. He saw you. He saw you. For the first time in a long time you felt appreciated and proud.

“Now you,” he insisted, “why me? I mean I do have a reputation.”

You didn’t think he would ask you that, which was a bit stupid considering you just asked him. You thought for a second. Why were you excited earlier? Why not turn down the date? Thinking back on your interactions with Alex Karev, you had an answer.

“One,” you numbered, mirroring him, “you’re pretty easy on the eyes.” He chuckled at your admission.

“And two, you work hard. Harder than most. Sure you walk around all cocky but I can see that you don’t just want to be a doctor, but a good doctor.”

He looked away smiling, scratching his neck again, a nervous habit you noted.

As the night went on, the conversation flowed rather freely. You both talked about interesting cases, hobbies outside of work, traded funny stories. You didn’t expect it but the two of you clicked rather easily. He wasn’t afraid to express his attraction to you and you liked the attention. He made you laugh. Really laugh, even if it was teasingly at your expense. You ribbed him just as hard, to which he would laugh. You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the attention or just Alex, but you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

It was getting late and as you were just getting off your shift it was time to go home. You and Karev walked out the bar together, arms touching, practically holding hands. He hailed you a cab and opened the door for you.

“Thank you for tonight,” you started, “it was… really great.” You smiled up at him, cheeks flushed.

“I had a good time too,” Alex admitted, “I would, uh, like to do it again sometime.”

“Me too,” you agreed.

You bit your lip a bit sheepishly before leaning forward and planting a kiss on his cheek. He looked a bit shocked but smiled.

“See you later, Alex,” you waved goodbye, closing the door and giving the driver your address.

You closed the door to your apartment and leaned against it, covering your mouth and smiling a bit. Being around Alex seemed… easy. He was more caring and thoughtful than he looked. It wasn’t hard to like him. The conversation never got boring. As all of these thoughts ran through your mind, you realized something. You hadn’t thought of George almost the entire night. Maybe, you didn’t need to.

You took a shower, letting the hot water run over you. All you could think about was Alex and when you’d see him next. You had the next day off, but you would see him when you worked next. The idea of it planted a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach. That night you went to sleep content.

The next few weeks had you floating. You and George were talking again after he apologized but that’s not why. Alex Karev was the reason. He would come visit you at the nurses station, flirting and joking. On the occasion that you had lunch at the same time, you would eat together, sharing your food at times. You went on a second date and then a third. After the third, you felt bad about how everything started. About not being honest with Alex. After work one day, you pulled Alex aside into an on-call room.

Your heart was going to beat out of your chest. What if this hurt him? What if he thought you were pathetic? What if he wanted to break things off?

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Alex asked, “are you okay?”

The concern in his voice made you feel even worse, you were pacing a bit.

“I have to tell you something,” you sighed, “I haven’t been completely honest with you. And it’s eating me up.”

“What is it?” Alex placed a hand on your shoulder.

You looked into his eyes and frowned before looking down.

“So our first date,” you started, “you know how George told you I was interested in you? I wasn’t. I had feelings for George and he walked up on me talking about it and asked who I was talking about and I said you and I didn’t expect him to set us up. But I really did want to go on that date with you and I really did enjoy it, and it’s not just me getting over him I really really like you, and I felt so bad not being honest.”

“Y/N-“ he interrupted.

“Please don’t hate me.” you pleaded.

“Y/N!” He put both of his hands on your shoulders, “I know.”

“What?” you breathed.

“I know you had feelings for George,” he confessed, “I could see the way you looked at him. I was surprised when he said you had feelings for me. I figured I’d ask you out, you’d say no, and that was that. But you said yes, and I had the best time. And then we went on a second date and suddenly, you didn’t look at George the way you used to. I don’t care if you had feelings for George, as long as I’m the one you want now.”

You smiled up at him wistfully, bringing his face down to yours for a kiss.

You had kissed before, but they were just a few quick pecks at the end of the date. This was something more, it was soft and deep. Passionate but not lustful. It was everything you could have ever hoped it would be. The two of you broke away and you looked up at him, arms around his neck, “Alex Karev, you are the one I want.” He smiled before leaning down and kissing you again.

That day was the day your relationship with Alex truly started. He introduced you officially to the rest of the interns, aside from George, who you already knew. You’d sit with the five of them during lunch from time to time. There were times when you would catch George looking at you weird or rolling his eyes at you and Alex.

All of this came to a head one day when George caught you as you were about to leave. You were going to have a movie night with Alex, the two of you holding hands about to walk out the door.

“Y/N,” George called as he jogged up to you, “I need to talk to you.”

You looked to Alex and told him to go ahead, giving him a kiss on the cheek before approaching George.

“What’s up George?” you asked.

He pulled you aside into a on-call room for a bit of privacy. He looked around and took a heavy sigh.

“Break up with Karev.” he stated, as if he were mentioning the weather.

“I’m sorry, what?” you almost shouted.

“Look, Alex isn’t right for you,” he explained, “I didn’t realize it before but.. Y/N I want you. I need you.”

You stood there, staring at the man in front of you, trying to find any hint of a joke in his expression. When you couldn’t find any you felt a wave of anger wash over you.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you actually shouted this time, “you need me? I fucking pine after you for months, listening to you gush about Meredith, and now that I’m happy with Alex you fucking NEED me. No. No, I can’t, George. You are far too late. Alex actually sees me. He’s direct and makes me feel secure. He’s loving and caring and funny and I can’t go through what you put me through again. I can’t.”

You turned around and left the room, slamming the door behind you. You sped out the door and into the parking lot, seeing Alex waiting for you by his car. You walked up and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close.

“What was that about?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you when we’re home, you’ll thank me later.” you smiled up, kissing him.

[ticklishraspberries]

Tell Him (George O'Malley x Reader)

Summary: You’re dating George O’Malley. You tell him about a certain liking of yours, and although he’s initially confused, he tries to understand. (This is incredibly self-indulgent and the reader is essentially just me. If anyone actually reads this, it’ll be a miracle, lmfao. Mentions of sex and tickling as a kink, but overall this fic is more fluff than smut.)

“I can’t.”

George sighed, but he had an amused expression on his face. “Whatever you’re gonna tell me, I won’t freak out. You know that, right?”

You blushed, avoiding his eyes. “It’s embarrassing. It’s not bad, but it's embarrassing.”

He took your chin, making you meet his eye. “Well, I’m not gonna pressure you. Whenever you’re ready to tell me, I’ll listen.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Alright. Go save some lives, Dr. O’Malley.”

He kissed you quickly before heading out, and you sighed, resting your head in your hands. It was silly, really, and you were getting him worked up over nothing. If only your embarrassment, your shame didn’t run so deep, if only you had the guts to spit out a simple confession.

And it was over something so stupid.

Cuddling in bed with George last night had been nice. He was warm, and groggy after a day of interning at the hospital, but present enough to rub your back sweetly, muttering sweet words. And then his fingers had strayed near your side, soft and it had startled you and made you twitch.

“You alright?” he asked.

You had nodded. “All good.”

And then, he’d done it again. By accident, still. And you had twitched again, a puff of air resembling a soft laugh leaving your nose.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I tickling you?” he’d asked.

You chuckled nervously. “A little.”

“Sorry,” he said again.

“It’s fine.”

And that had been it. What you hadn’t said was that it was completely fine if he tickled you, and that it would be fine to continue, because you enjoyed it.

You just couldn’t spit that out. And George deserved to know, because he would clearly do anything in his power to make you happy, and yet, you were afraid that something as simple as a little tickling would be the thing to scare him off.

His shift was long. Long enough for you to think it over. To plan out everything you would want to say, to prepare for a worst-case scenario. It wouldn’t be so bad. George was sweet. He was an angel, honestly, and the chances of him reacting poorly were slim to none. But that fear still lingered. The fear of rejection, ridicule, or just plain old misunderstanding.

But George would understand. He had to.

So after a long, long shift, George was back in your bed. Warm, sleepy, and hopefully ready to listen to your words.

“You ready to tell me what you wanted to say this morning?” he asked.

“Yes. No. Maybe?” you replied. “It’s…I really need to stress to you that it’s not a big deal. It really isn’t, but I’m embarrassed and this is really hard for me to talk about.”

He pulled you close. “I’m here to listen. What’s going on?”

“So, last night…You were rubbing my back, and you…Well, you…”

“Is this about me tickling you?” he interrupted. “Because it was an accident, and I won’t do it—”

“No, no, that’s…I wanna tell you that it’s okay. That I…I liked it. I mean, I would like it if you did it…Intentionally, next time.”

George blinked at you, mouth opening and closing. “I’m sorry…You liked it?”

There it was. The twinge of judgement in his voice. It made you deflate, cheeks turning red.

He sensed the shift in your attitude and immediately shook his head. “No, no, it’s not a bad thing. I’m just…Surprised, that’s all! Because, well, my brothers used to tickle me all the time and I always hated it. I mean, they were rough, and it hurt, and they used to make me cry…So, I mean, the idea of someone liking it is just sort of weird to me. Not weird in a bad way, God, that came out wrong…Weird as in uncommon—”

“No, it’s okay, I get it,” you said. “I’m sorry your brothers did that to you. But, it’s just…I’ve always liked it, and I can’t help it, it’s just wired into my brain for some reason, and it’s embarrassing and I’ve had partners react badly to it in the past, so if you’re weirded out, it’s fine, I just…I wanted to tell you because it makes me happy, and you make me happy.”

George smiled. “Okay. If you like it, that’s fine. I can…I can do it, more, if that makes you happy. Is it…Is it like, a sex thing or a cuddly thing?”

You gave another nervous laugh. “Both? It’s not inherently sexual, but it can be hot. We can talk about the sex part later, though. This is all too embarrassing for me.”

George laughed, too. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s fine,” he said, kissing your temple. “We can talk about it another time.”

You assumed that was the end of the conversation, but his hands found your sides and squeezed, making you squeal.

“So, you like this?” he asked. “Or do you like it better…here?” His hands moved upwards towards your ribs, his fingers prodding into the spaces between your bones with his surgical precision. It only made you giggle harder, feet kicking.

“You’re giggling too hard to answer me, baby,” he cooed.

“Shut up,” you whined. “You’re being mean!”

“How am I being mean? I’m doing what you asked! I think that’s pretty nice of me, actually.”

You had nothing to say in response, just laughing. You were so happy. So loved.

That night, you fell asleep wrapped in George’s arms, the phantom sensation of his tickly fingers still on your abdomen.

***

“Tickling you is really fun,” George said. “I mean, it’s cute. You smile and you laugh and it’s adorable, and I know it makes you happy.”

You flushed, biting your lip. “But…?”

“No, no but. Well, maybe? I think…If you did it to me, I don’t know if I would hate it or not, but…I know you’ve mentioned that you like it either way…If you wanted to try, I mean, I’d be open to it.”

He was blushing, too. How fucking cute could he be?

“Really?” you asked. “I mean, if you’re open to it, I would love to try. Only if you’re sure, though. I know your brothers were pretty harsh, so I don’t wanna push.”

“No, I’m…I want you to try it. You always look like you’re having so much fun. And, it might take my mind off of the three surgeries I scrubbed in on today.”

You grinned. “It is a pretty good distraction.”

He laid back against the mattress, looking up at you with those doe eyes. You grinned, sitting up beside his body and using one hand to stroke his hair. “Where should I start, hm?”

George squirmed. “Well, when I was younger, my stomach was really bad. And, and my sides. But I’m pretty much ticklish everywhere, as you’ve discovered during other activities, which, if I had known you liked it, I wouldn’t have apologized so many times when I laughed—”

You interrupted his rambling by using one hand to lightly tickle his stomach, feeling his muscles jump beneath your fingertips, listening to the loud, squeaky laugh that burst from his lips.

“Still bad?” you asked.

“Still ticklish, but it doesn’t suck,” he giggled in response. He was clearly fighting to keep still, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

You grinned. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m not cute,” he cried. “I’m a strong, masculine—Ah!”

His laughter took on a new octave as you introduced your other hand to his belly.

“Too much?”

He shook his head. Then, after another minute, he shook it again. “Wait, no, actually, too much!”

You stopped immediately. “Are you okay?”

George wrapped his arms around his middle, protecting his middle although your onslaught had already stopped. “I’m fine, I’m fine, it’s just…still a lot.”

“No worries. I know, it can be really overwhelming sometimes.”

He smiled. “A little. But I didn’t hate it,” he said. “We can try it again, another time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, of course. For now, cuddle me.”

And, well, how could you say no to that?

[buckmepapi]

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Y’all ever sometimes see Patrick Dempsey in Sebastian Stan when he poses or looks a certain way? Like one minute he’s Seb and the next he looks off to the right, the light hits him at just the right angle, and bam it’s Doctor McDreamy ????

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And when you mix JP-7 with a little bit of rain it gets very, very slippery on the ground. An SR-71 was coming back from a mission. He was coming back into the hangar. Don Emmons [Graham’s RSO] and I were on backup duty so we were in the hangar. As he came into the hangar, he slowed down, he's right on the centreline… and we noticed his brakes were locked up, the wheels weren't rotating anymore, and he was still going through the hangar, sliding. And you would not believe how many maintenance people realized immediately something was wrong with this airplane. We had maintenance guys throwing chocks under the wheel but it kept on moving. Don and I were grabbing onto the wingtip to try and stop it, people were grabbing every part of the airplane as they realized it was an emergency.

It was like a dream in slow motion as this airplane just went through the hangar. And it stopped when the main wheels just caught the other side of the hangar onto the concrete.

And its pitot tube, the tube at the front, came about a foot from ramming a curved blast deflector we have for jet engines."

I believe we should give the credit of saving this SR 71 to Jerry O’Malley and I’ll tell you why.

When Jerry O’Malley was the SAC 9th Strategic Reconnaissance Wing commander from 1972 to 1973 SR 71 #978 was damaged beyond repair in another incident that occurred in Okinawa when an SR 71 landed in rainy weather slid off the runway and struck the concrete housing supporting the pop-up safety barrier net. The barrier was a nylon that arrested an aircraft when it over the runway, the crew ( Bush/Fagg ) escaped that injury thankfully, but the conclusion was the accident may have been preventable.

Jerry O’Malley was the wing commander it was his and Lt. Col. George Sewell's recommendation was for the costly redesign of barriers used in all SR 71 installations. But first Jerry had to brief the CINCSAC commander chief of SAC the combative General John C Meyer. According to the book “Velocity Speed with Direction, the professional career of General Jerome O’Malley.

There was a strategy for how O’Malley faced Meyer.

O’Malley said to Sewell we must answer the questions.…but not anything more than that. We must not be gratuitous.

Jerry O’Malley did not plead for more efficient barriers but, the General complied with his wishes .His plan worked. General Meyer said “Jerry are you trying to tell me that the barrier needs improvement even if you cannot make it perfect? “ O’Malley replied “yes sir, that is it”General Meyer then said “OK I guess I could agree with that from that point on General Meyer was fully engaged in positive recommendations..

New barriers were built because of O’Malley’s strategy. I was privileged to know Jerry O’Malley he was an outstanding man in every category. He became at age 50 the youngest🌟🌟🌟🌟 General in the Air Force

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I don’t write ships only xreaders

I'm going to add more fandoms later on but i'm just fixated on these rn

At the moment I only write for a Female!Reader Or Gn!Reader just bc thats's what i'm most comfortable with

I take requests

X reader (platonic)

Grey’s Anatomy ~

Mark Sloan - Nothing Yet

Derek Shepherd - Nothing Yet

Alex Karev - Nothing Yet

Amelia Shepherd - Nothing Yet

Callie Torres - Nothing Yet

Jackson Avery - Nothing Yet

Meredith Grey - Nothing Yet

Lexie Grey - Nothing Yet

Izzy Stevens - Nothing Yet

Christina Yang - Nothing Yet

Arizona Robbins - Nothing Yet

George O’Malley - Nothing Yet

April Kenner - Nothing Yet

9-1-1 ~

Evan Buckley - Nothing Yet

Eddie Diaz - Nothing Yet

Chimney - Nothing Yet

Athena Grant - Nothing Yet

Bobby Nash - Nothing Yet

Hen Wilson - Nothing Yet

9-1-1 Lonestar ~

TK Strand - Nothing Yet Owen Strand - Nothing yet Carlos Reyes - Nothing Yet Judd Ryder - Nothing Yet Grace Ryder - Nothing Yet Paul Strickland - Nothing Yet Marjan Marwani - Nothing Yet

Marauders ~

James Potter - Nothing Yet Sirius Black - Nothing Yet Remus Lupin - Nothing Yet Regulus Black - Nothing Yet Lily Evans - Nothing yet Pandora (Last Name) - Nothing Yet Marlene McKinnon - Nothing Yet

Stranger Things ~

Steve Harrington - Nothing Yet Eddie Munson - Nothing Yet Eleven Hopper - Nothing Yet Max Mayfield - Nothing Yet Dustin Henderson - Nothing Yet Will Byers - Nothing Yet Mike Wheeler - Nothing Yet Nancy Wheeler - Nothing Yet Robin Buckley - Nothing Yet Jonathan Byers - Nothing Yet Lucas Sinclair - Nothing Yet

X Reader (Romantic)

Grey's Anatomy ~

Mark Sloan - Nothing Yet

Derek Shepherd - Nothing Yet

Alex Karev - Nothing Yet

Amelia Shepherd - Nothing Yet

Callie Torres - Nothing Yet

Jackson Avery - Nothing Yet

Meredith Grey - Nothing Yet

Lexie Grey - Nothing Yet

Izzy Stevens - Nothing Yet

Christina Yang - Nothing Yet

Arizona Robbins - Nothing Yet

George O’Malley - Nothing Yet

April Kenner - Nothing Yet

911 ~

Evan Buckley - Nothing Yet

Eddie Diaz - Nothing Yet

Chimney - Nothing Yet

Athena Grant - Nothing Yet

Bobby Nash - Nothing Yet

Hen Wilson - Nothing Yet

911 Lonestar ~

Owen Strand - Nothing yet Judd Ryder - Nothing Yet Grace Ryder - Nothing Yet Paul Strickland - Nothing Yet Marjan Marwani - Nothing Yet

Marauders ~

James Potter - Nothing Yet Sirius Black - Nothing Yet Remus Lupin - Nothing Yet Regulus Black - Nothing Yet Lily Evans - Nothing yet Pandora (Last Name) - Nothing Yet Marlene McKinnon - Nothing Yet

Stranger Things ~

Steve Harrington - Nothing Yet Eddie Munson - Nothing Yet Eleven Hopper - Nothing Yet Max Mayfield - Nothing Yet Dustin Henderson - Nothing Yet Will Byers - Nothing Yet Mike Wheeler - Nothing Yet Nancy Wheeler - Nothing Yet Robin Buckley - Nothing Yet Jonathan Byers - Nothing Yet Lucas Sinclair - Nothing Yet

X Daughter!Reader

Grey’s Anatomy ~

Mark Sloan - Nothing Yet

Derek Shepherd - Nothing Yet

Alex Karev - Nothing Yet

Amelia Shepherd - Nothing Yet

Callie Torres - Nothing Yet

Jackson Avery - Nothing Yet

Meredith Grey - Nothing Yet

Lexie Grey - Nothing Yet

Izzy Stevens - Nothing Yet

Christina Yang - Nothing Yet

Arizona Robbins - Nothing Yet

George O’Malley - Nothing Yet

April Kenner - Nothing Yet

9-1-1 ~

Evan Buckley - Nothing Yet

Eddie Diaz - Nothing Yet

Chimney - Nothing Yet

Athena Grant - Nothing Yet

Bobby Nash - Nothing Yet

Hen Wilson - Nothing Yet

9-1-1 Lonestar ~

TK Strand - Nothing Yet Owen Strand - Nothing yet Carlos Reyes - Nothing Yet Judd Ryder - Nothing Yet Grace Ryder - Nothing Yet Paul Strickland - Nothing Yet Marjan Marwani - Nothing Yet

[swiftsdelucaa]

hiii! i told you i’d request and here i am!

if you haven’t already would you be able to write dating headcanons for george o’malley or izzie stevens??

thank you sm!

❛ 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Izzie Stevens x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Hii! I hope you'll like this <3 There isn't enogh apprecciation for this girl, personally I love her! I'll do this for George too ;)

Anyway here's, and enjoy!

Since you guys started your internship, you immediately noticed something different about her than the others. The way she carried herself, the way she smiled as she faced every problem, you knew you had to get to know this girl right away.

She was so friendly and kind that making friends with her was very easy and pleasant. Often during breaks you met in front of the vending machines or in the cafeteria, even if only to talk about the cases you had and tell each other every little thing that happened to you during the day.

The first time you kissed was when she had just come out of a very demanding surgery that unfortunately went wrong. She had lost her patient and she kept going crazy and worrying about herself and taking the fault. Then your lips were suddenly on hers. She just looked at you smiling and returning her kiss by placing her hands on your face and making it a little more intense.

When you finished working late you couldn't wait to come back home just to feel that good smell of sweets and see her there in the kitchen. Sometimes when she made all those muffins and put them on the table, you'd sneak a piece and enjoy all that goodness. God where did this girl learn? But if she saw you stealing her sweets she would be able to kill you too. The coolest thing was when she put in the effort and tried new recipes, you came from behind her putting your hands around her waist kissing her on the cheek, she spooned a little of what she had made and fed you. You would turn that there has never been a time when she cooked something disgusting.

In the evening you were always the only ones who stayed up late, when you have so many roommates it's difficult to be alone at home. And also having moments of intimacy...

One night Alex woke up and went into the living room as he couldn't sleep, and he caught you on the couch having sex. God, that was embarrassing enough, then in front of Alex! Well, let's say it was your fault too, and you've learned to use the rooms with closed doors ever since. So much better! Oh, of course Alex hasn't stopped throwing it at you and making silly jokes.

Sometimes it happened that you had to work together, and all the times you couldn't take your eyes off her. You loved looking at her, if you were stressed it helped you. You liked everything about her, her looks, her character, even though she could be tremendously stubborn at times, but most of all her way of interacting with patients. She kept her gaze on you too, and you especially love when you can make eye contact with her.

It almost amused you to see her get jealous every time you spoke to Mark Sloan. She was always throwing at you that he might be interested in you, but you just ignored her, he did that with all the women who worked in this hospital. She was literally could going crazy if she got fixated on something. But when it came to her she ignored it, maybe because she wanted to enjoy watching you go crazy, but you trusted her, and it's one of the things she loves most about you.

At lunch you always sat together with the others, you tried not to create too much tension, but most of the time you ended up flirting endlessly. "Please stop!" the others almost begged you.

Of course the most beautiful moment of the day for you was the morning. She loved it too, especially looking at you sleep waiting for you to wake up. It seems as if she sets an alarm just for this. And everytime you woke up the first thing you saw was her smile and her gaze on you. "Good morning" would always lay on top of you and give you little kisses while you stroked her hair. "I love you" she said it every morning so that you can always be sure. "I love you too"

[phefics]

i know he’s canonically a cheater but i also know that george o’malley eats pussy like a starving man…he’s making you cum at least three times and grinding on the mattress the whole time, because getting you off is so hot to him

[specialagentlokitty]

George x reader - finally

Hey do you still write for greys anatomy? And if so would you mind doing a George O’Malley x reader fluff? It doesn’t have to be anything specific, just fluffy. Please and Thank you :) - Anon💜

Sitting on your bed, you yawned slightly as you rubbed your eyes to look at the clock. It was only midnight you still had hours before work.

Groaning, you slowly got up and padded to your door, heading downstairs to make a drink while you stretched and hopefully managed to fall asleep again.

“(Y/N)?”

You turned to the living room where George was laid on the couch with a thin blanket covering him.

“Hello…” you mumbled.

You padded into the kitchen with him following behind you.

Getting a glass of water, you downed it and set the cup in the sink before turning back to him.

“It’s late why are you awake?” He asked.

“Dunno… why you asleep on the couch…?”

He laughed awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile.

“Izzy and Meredith got drunk, now they’re asleep in my bed.”

You nodded you head and looked outside to where snow was gently falling.

“It’s cold…”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

Walking over, you held out your hand and he gave you a confused look.

“Hand.”

George shyly looked away but set his hand on your and you begun to lead him through the house.

“Where are we going?” He whispered.

“Shhh.”

Leading him upstairs, you led him to your bedroom and closed the door, letting go of his hand you crawled back under the covers while he awkwardly stood there.

“Uhm.. I don’t.. I don’t know what you want…”

“Sleep in here.”

He nodded and walked over to the couch in your room to sit down on it.

Seeing this you pointed at him, making his stop.

Once you had his full attention, you lifted your cover and pat your bed.

“It’s freezing George come here.”

“I.. it’s okay!” He rushed quietly.

Getting up, you huffed and grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the bed.

You knew full well the temperature was going to drop again, and you knew that currently the heating in your room wasn’t as good as the others.

Laying back in bed you held onto his hand and smiled up at him.

“George, it’s okay.”

He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, then he awkwardly nodded, climbing into the other side of the bed.

You beamed brightly and gave a small sigh as you set your head back on the pillow, and he did the same, both of you facing one other.

“Why are you shivering?” He asked.

“Cause it’s cold.” You whispered.

You heard him moving around, and unsurely an arm went around you, covering you in the blanket he had wrapped around him.

“Is… is this okay..?”

You shuffled forward, tucking your head underneath his chin with a smile on your face.

“Yeah…” you whispered back.

He nodded, and wrapped his arm fully around you, cocooning the pair of you in the two blankets.

You quickly fell back asleep and not long after he did as well.

When you woke up, you realised you were still tucked into his chest, but you could feel George playing with your hair.

Smiling, you didn’t make any attempt to move or let him know that you were awake just yet.

“I need to tell her…” he whispered.

“Go for it.” Izzy whispered back.

“What if she doesn’t like me…?”

“George she does! Just tell her!”

You heard the woman leave, then the door close and George sighed heavy. He pulled you a little tighter into him and you smiled even more.

“George…?” You asked.

He froze, grip loosing round you.

Looking up at him, you beamed and shuffled up a little bit.

“I do like you.”

Leaning up, you kissed the corner of his mouth and rolled away to the other side of the bed.

“Seriously?” He grinned.

You turned to face him and nodded and he quickly came over, his face just inches from yours.

“I’m glad. Wanna go out?”

“Yes.”

George grinned and leant down, connecting his lips to yours.

He’d been waiting for this day for a while

[ares-writess]

MASTERLIST!!

Things I am willing to write!!

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character x OC

Smut

Ships

Fluff

Angst

Lemons

Most AU’s

(basically anything that isn’t illegal!!)

Supernatural

- Sam Winchester

- Dean Winchester

- Castiel Novak

- Jack Kline

- Lucifer

- Crowley

- Gabriel

- Charlie

- Chuck (depends)

Grey’s Anatomy

- Meredith Grey

- Derek Shepherd

- Alex Karev

- Christina Yang

- Izzie Stevens

- Mark Sloan

- George O’Malley

- Callie Torres

- Owen Hunt

- Jackson Avery

- Arizona

Hamilton

- Alexander Hamilton

- Aaron Burr

- Marquis de Lafayette

- John Laurens

- Eliza Schuyler

- Angelica Schuyler

- Peggy Schuyler

- Maria Reynolds

- Thomas Jefferson

Stranger Things

- Steve Harrington

- Jonathan Byers

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Nancy Wheeler

- Billy Hargrove

- Vecna

Genshin

- Any ADULT character

MHA

- Todoroki Shoto

- Katsuki Bakugo

- Kaminari Denki

- Aizawa

- Sero

- Monoma

- Shinsou

- Jirou

- Uraraka

- Etc…

The Turning (MOVIE)

- Miles (<3)

Seven Deadly Sins

- Ban

- Meliodas

- Diane

- King

- Gunther

- Elizabeth

- Merlin

- Howzer

- Gilthunder

Naruto

- Naruto

- Sasuke

- Sakura

- Shikamaru

- Kiba

- Choji

- Kakashi

- Shino

- Kankuro

- Gaara

- Hinata

- Orochimaru

- Kabuto

- Neji

- Temari

Prodigal Son

- Malcolm <3

Shameless

- Fiona

- Carl

- Lip

- Ian

- Mickey

- Steve

- Etc

That’s all I can really think of right now, but if you have requests for any unlisted shows/movies, don’t hesitate to ask!! ^^

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 34 Reblog Masterlist

You can check my reading guidelines here.

You can check my masterlist here.

You can check my main reblog masterlist 2022 here.

You can check my August reblog masterlist 2022 here.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 34 2022:

  Losing you part I (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter​ 💙

Hate and love (Callie Torres X George O’Malley/George O’Malley X Izzie Stevens/Callie Torres X Izzie Stevens) by @sissytobitch10seconds 💙

Caught up (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚

Dating Brock Rumlow/Crossbones would include… (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @fandoms-forever-united​

Unappreciated (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💙

Happy birthday to you and me (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @justalonelyslytherin 💚

Woman like me (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ro-is-struggling​ 💚

Steve Rogers’ drabbles (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @1000night​ @nana1000night​ ❤️

Accident (Arizona Robbins X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms​ 💚

Halloween party part I (Dark!Stucky X Reader) by @lokislastlove​ ❤️ 🖤

Political cheats (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes​ 💙

Halloween party part II (Dark!Stucky X Reader) by @lokislastlove​ ❤️ 🖤

Moments of regret (Wanda Maximoff X Reader) by @missmonsters2​ 💙

A gentleman in the streets (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @christywantspizza​ 💙 💚

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Rest- George O’Malley

Pairing: George O’Malley x Reader

Characters: George O’Malley

Warnings: N/A

Request: @theichabbieclub​ - Hi ! Hope you're having a good day! If I can request, may I get George O'Malley x exhausted reader who falls asleep on him after reader is on call for like three days (and nights) ? Please and thank you ✨🎃

Word Count: 403

Author: Charlotte

Working as a surgeon was a hard job, there was always something new to learn and new patients coming through the doors constantly with the work never seizing. Normally the constant onslaught of patients was hard enough to be able to find the time in the day to treat them all in the way they needed but it only became harder when your staff numbers dropped. Due to the constant fornication and close proximity of the staff, if there was an illness, it spread like wildfire. You had done well enough to stay healthy but that meant you were stuck covering shifts to make sure there was enough staff to cover the workload.

You had ended up stuck at the hospital for 72 hours, fuelled only by minimal sleep in the on-call room, or anywhere you could rest your head and enough caffeine to kill a man. It got to a point where you were no use to the hospital, being a zombie rather than a surgeon and was sent home even though you felt guilt for leaving your colleagues.

It took you an extra moment to get your key in your front door before you stumbled into the living room to find your boyfriend and colleague George, sat there looking woozy, having been caught by the flu.

“You look worse than me,” George commented.

You flopped down next to him on the sofa. “Three more people were sent home with that flu today. I kind of hope I get it because I cannot do another shift like that.”

George wrapped an arm around you, doing his best to not breath on you and keep his coughing to his tissue.

“I was getting worried,” he frowned. “If the flu doesn’t get you, you’re going to make yourself sick from overworking yourself.”

You let out a yawn, resting your head onto his shoulder, struggling to keep your eyes open any longer.

“There’s too many people that need help, I couldn’t just come home when I was still fighting fit,” you whispered, your eyes now closed.

George continued to talk to you, but the words were muffled as you started to succumb to how tired you were becoming. Soon his voice was completely lost to you as you fell into the much needed sleep, George leaving you to rest on him, glad that for once over the last few days you were letting yourself rest.