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wings-of-an-antelope · 2 years ago
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The Sweet and The Spicy
Dr. Cox X Female Nurse.
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Dr. Perry Cox liked to start his morning out, one of two ways, either he'd head to the cafeteria, get his morning cup of coffee and spend his morning going over the charts from the night before, or he liked to lean on the counter of the nurses station and wait 'casually' for Nurse Clover to appear like she did every morning.
She always had a smile on her face, not a too wide smile, nor a smile that seemed too bright, a small smile that let everyone around her experience just a little light in their day. She brought her own scrubs every day, a cute little green number with little four leaf clovers decorating the collar and pocket hem, her hair, red like fire, pulled up on the top of her head in a large well maintained bun, not a single hair out of place, even as her work day stretched on forever.
Perry had worked with Nurse Clover for years and watched her from afar for just as long, he dared not insert himself into her life, he wasn't right for her, he was mean, cruel, stubborn, he was rough and violent at times, she needed someone who wasn't him. He'd come to terms with it, settling for the sparse moments he was able to manage in the hospital. Limited as they were, he enjoyed them.
This morning however Perry's morning was going neither of those ways, today JD had stopped him at the front desk, his frustration with the younger man interrupted immediately by a voice that turned his legs to jelly.
"Dr. Cox, getting a bit of a late start? You're usually by the station long before me." She smiles, not the usual smile she wears every day, this one takes the breath from his lungs so forcefully he has to stop himself from gasping for air.
"Just a little busier on the way up there today." He smiles, what he hopes is his most charming smile as she bids him good day with a little wave of her hand, disappearing through the doorway, his eyes can't leave the doorway until she's completely out of view.
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My heart slams in my chest as I do my best to walk like a human being, its just a little stroll through the door but every interaction I have with Dr. Cox sends the muscle in my chest into palpitations, I'm praying every moment that I don't trip. As soon as I'm out of view I try my best to gather myself, by the time I actually make it to the nurses station I've managed to slow my heart rate but also tame the blush that had heated my cheeks the moment he'd opened his mouth.
"I know that face, YOU saw Dr. You-know-who!" Turk was sitting on the counter waiting to get his daily dose of my inevitable train wreck encounters with Dr. Cox. Or rather the train wreck after the encounters.
"He was down in the main lobby..." I sulked a little bit, earning a smile from Turk who shook his head in support of my plight.
"No time to prepare... that really sucks. So.... how did it go?" He pushed, wiggling his brows and waiting for me to dish the details.
"Actually, it went pretty well, I commented on his not being on the floor already, he answered back that he was busier than usual.... it was after I walked away I turned into a mess." I couldn't help the little dramatic dip that my whole body seemed to want to participate in.
"Was it bad?" He asked his eyebrows shooting up over his forehead, the expression on his face was one that I didn't quite understand.
What I couldn't see was the death threats being thrown over my shoulder by the subject of the conversation if Turk ratted him out.
"You know how it gets Chris.... My legs get all wobbly, I was so sure I looked like an idiot walking out of there.... It was all I could do not to make a fool of myself in front of that Spicy Adonis." I sighed, letting my head fall back against my shoulder blades, in an attempt to ease the tension forming a little ball of pain there.
The moment my head settled, I was met with what I can only describe as the most beautiful and painful moment of my life. The shock of meeting the eyes that haunted my days caused me to jolt, my muscles spasm, ripping in places and causing me to let out this shriek of both pain and surprise before dropping in mind numbing, bone searing pain. Then there was nothing, just black.
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Perry Cox had never in a million years expected Nurse Clover to hurt herself when she saw him, he didn't really understand it himself but she'd torn muscles in her shoulders and along her spine, he'd managed to catch her before she hit the floor. Barking orders to the gathered group of nurses and doctors, she was settled into a bed and being treated within minutes, her charts drawn up and her admission papers signed, by himself. Now he reclined in the uncomfortable orange leather in the corner of the room, waiting, for her to awaken.
"Dr. Cox? Could you clarify something for me?" Nurse Clover, who's chart stated that her name was actually Emily Clover, called softly from the hospital bed. She looked tired and small under that white blanket.
"Anything." He answered, honestly.
"You heard what I said?" Her voice seems even smaller now.
"Yep." He pops the P and her cheeks burn bright red, the monitor at her side clearly giving away her elevated heart rate.
"Just Perfect..." She whispers almost to herself, turning her head away from him as best she can in the small confined space.
Perry takes this moment to make his way to the other side of the bed, settling on the edge of it with his hip sitting sideways as not to take up so much of the small bed, not giving her the opportunity to turn her head away, his hand brushes some of the hair out of her face, with it cascading over her shoulders in loose waves, slightly tangled from the removal of her hair piece, he noticed maybe for the first time, truly how much hair she had.
"I think we should talk about this, Emily." He stated, looking deep into the ocean blue of her eyes, she looked so uncertain, the sound of her name leaving his lips deepened the color of her iris'.
"Can we just forget this happened? Go back to the way things were... before?" She questioned, cheeks bright red, heart monitor beeping away setting off alarms at the nurses station. Nurses occasionally walking up to the door, then turning away and retreating.
"After what I heard this morning, I don't think I could ever go back to the way things were." He placed his hand under her chin, using gentle pressure with his index finger to guide her gaze back to his when she dropped it dejectedly.
"Bo-hoy-hoy-hoy hearing you call me a Spicy Adonis did things to me. Emily, I could never go back because I've kept myself away, worried that I was wrong for you. " He lowers the hand under her chin, choosing instead to run it over his face to accent his point.
It seems to take her a moment to fully process what he was saying, he could see her expression turn from an uneasy tension to one of dawning realization and then he was graced with possibly the most amazing smile he had ever seen.
"Clarify something for me?" She asks, her eyes meeting his, a twinkle of joy glimmering in their depths, making his heart skip several beats, he feels eternally grateful that he's not the one hooked to the machines.
"Anything." He smiles.
"Does this mean....?" She left the question open ended, hoping most likely that he'll finish it for her.
"It means, in a couple of weeks when you're discharged, we're going to dinner, then back to my place." He grins as she turns bright pink, her little hand motioning for him to lean down so that she could whisper in his ear.
"Where I'm going to make you see stars and, roar my name." The tip of her tongue flicks over the lobe of his ear distracting him just enough that he didn't see the nip coming.
"God help anyone who gets in my way." He grinned, a wide Cheshire grin, his pager beeping on his side, checking it he leaned down, brushed hair from her face and placed a soft kiss to her forehead, rated E for everyone standing outside the window, staring in, departing swiftly as he stood.
"Best of luck, Dr. Cox." She smiled, an externally innocent smile, but underneath he could see the promise she'd made boiling.
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A/n: Who has a date? This Guy! ^ ^ ^ ^
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wings-of-an-antelope · 2 years ago
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Writing stuff....
I've got two pretty solid drafts but I don't really like either of them, I'm finding it exceedingly hard to find things I like to write for.... Y'all have any ideas?
If I haven't seen it yet I'll give it a solid watch and write for it if it's suggested.
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wings-of-an-antelope · 2 years ago
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You're going to sunburn!
Ice X reader
Warnings- None
Summary- Ice loves the way you fuss over the little things, he's always up in the sky out of reach but when he touches the ground he knows he'll be loved.
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Stepping out onto the side walk, Ice makes his way up to the door, keys jangling in his hand as he whistles a little tune. It was all he could do to curb the excitement building in his stomach as the smell of cookies wafted heavily in the air the closer he got to the door. He could hear you singing in the kitchen, a song playing on the radio, the sound of the door hidden by the music he was able to slip in, set down his things and watch you from the door.
The way your hips swung to the music, the way your lips formed the lyrics, hair swaying about with your movement, Ice was utterly enthralled with the sight before him. He must have made a noise, or brushed against something because you turned around and smiled, the soft secret smile reserved only for him. It made his heart flutter helplessly in his chest as you place the hot cookies on a tray setting on the counter.
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"I didn't hear you come in, my love." You chirped, molding yourself in his embrace the moment his arms spread open in front of him, your eyes staring adoringly into his own.
"I snuck in, darlin'. Couldn't bring myself to interrupt your groove." He chuckled, leaning down and placing a tender kiss on your lips, as you pull away he give a little smirk and pushes the tips of his fingers down into your fresh sugar cookie dough.
"Mmm, no distractions right now, Mister. We're going to the beach with everyone today.... In like two minutes, you should go change." You smile up at him when he raises his brow at you, his signature grin sliding into place on his face.
"You are a very busy body." He chuckled making his way down the hall and into your shared room to change into shorts.
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The sun beat down on the sand unmercifully, though it went unnoticed by beach goers, the water serving to cool them down, various sports being played served as a distraction. Ice however watches you playing in the sand happily, you've got a pretty great sand castle built, then as you look up at him he's shocked to find a worried expression blemishing your perfect face.
You rummage through your bag pulling something from it and jogging over to him hands outstretched, knowing he would move into them.
"What are you doing, Darlin'?" Ice asks as your fingers slide over his cheeks, nose and forehead with a slippery substance before moving down to his chest and eventually around his back.
"You're going to sunburn!" You pout prettily up at him, your eyes gazing deeply into each other.
"You don't like it when I look like a lobster?" He asked, his voice tinged heavily with amusement at the look on your face, your head shaking vigorously.
"Hey! Ice! We need another player!" Maverick called out from the volleyball court, pulling Ice's attention briefly to behind him, you took the opportunity to cover his neck in sunblock as well.
"Go have fun my love, I'll be cheering from the sidelines." You shoo him off, moving your resting area closer to the court so that you could cheer for him.
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By the end of the night everyone was tired, and more than a little excited to be going home, the only one sporting a sunburn, making him look like a lobster, was Maverick.
Ice had the perfect life, his rival was suffering mildly, the love of his life was laying in the passenger seat of his truck, trying to keep their eyes open and best of all. Your love was absolute, and the one thing he could count on in his life to never change.
A/n- It's really short and kind of lacking, I appologize.
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wings-of-an-antelope · 2 years ago
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A body that beautiful must have been meant for me.
Ice X reader.
So I watched both Top Gun movies, and I loved them, I'm ashamed I hadn't watched Top Gun sooner. Lurv Woaa.
Summary - A rare night out, a low tolerance for alcohol and one inconvenience, the perfect equation.
Warnings- Alcohol.
A/n- I do not own any of the characters, images, gifs.
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Not quite satisfied with yet another quiet night at home, your feet propped up, a good book in your hands, you make the decision to head down to 'the bar' the one bar around that was guaranteed to have attractive men in uniform in every direction you looked.
The music playing, the smiling and laughter filling the room all combined into the perfect atmosphere for a relaxing night, alone, at a bar. Drink in hand you allow yourself to enjoy the music, the alcohol leaving a warmth spreading through your chest. Overall better than being at home.
Once in a while you could swear you were being watched, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, anytime you looked around for that pair of eyes, you found none. Turning your head back towards the bar and towards your drink, you come face to face with a uniformed chest.
A curious gaze is cast across the broad uniformed expanse before you, up to wide strong shoulders, a sculpted neck and finally, the most amazing blue eyes you'd ever seen. It took a moment to realize that you may have been staring too long, luckily for you, the Adonis before you, seemed to get it.
"I'll give you a moment to compose yourself... Take your time though, I think you'll like the view." He chuckled, popping his pectoral muscles and making you giggle slightly, your hand coming to cover your mouth.
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(Let's go ahead and pretend that isn't the back of Mavericks head.)
"Do you always invade a bodies personal space, when you first meet them?" You inquire, sipping your drink and indulging in the color of his eyes, which never left you as you spoke together.
"Only when my first thought when they walk through the door is, a body that beautiful must be meant for me." He grins, a saucy, heart throbbing grin as he runs his fingers through his beautiful blonde hair.
"Whoa. Okay, let me just recover a little bit here. That, was devastating!" You have to rest your hand over your heart for a second to calm the rapid thundering within, your cheeks are likely the color of the cover to the bar stool, red as cherries.
His delighted chuckle led to couple more drinks and the bartender yanking your keys from your fingers, a pout adorning your lips as the man tells you that you can pick the keys and your car up in the morning.
With more than a little grumbling about having to walk to pick up your car you allow your new friend to lead you to his truck.
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"I don't think we ever got around to names, Tom Kazanski." He couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as you wrinkled your nose at him.
"Toooom Kazanshi... Ski. Can I just call you Ice?" You slur slightly, slouched in the seat of the truck, hair falling out of place.
"Talked to some other Top Gun pilots huh?" He asked, taking the moment to glance over at you, looking adorably disheveled.
"Who? Ew. No. It's your eyes, they look like melted ice." You nod as if what you had said made the most sense in the world.
"You mean water?" He asked, trying not to laugh, while keeping the truck on the road.
"No, melted ice. It's totally different." You insisted quite heavily on the fact, and he didn't have it in him to try and explain. However he would always consider his eyes the color of melted ice.
Pulling up to your house, Ice turned off the truck, walked around to your side and, carefully extracted you from the seat. He laughed a little when you mentioned you hadn't actually had that much to drink considering you'd asked for the weakest drinks possible. He'd have to remember your lack of tolerance for next time.
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"Where are your keys, sweetheart?" He asked as the two of you finally made it to the front door.
The look of horror on your face had him sighing. They were on the same ring as your car keys... You were locked out of your house until tomorrow. He made a couple of calls, and turned the truck back in the direction of the home of his friend Mother Goose. He'd called him that for so long it seemed weird calling him anything else.
"Ice, it's good to see you." Carol smiled as she pulled him into a huge hug. "I hear you got locked out?" She asks a little confused.
"Oh, no, not me, Carol. The bartender took their keys, and their house keys were on them." He laughed, pointing to his truck, you'd fallen asleep on the drive back and were currently curled up in his front seat snuggling his jacket.
"Awww, fast asleep, poor thing. I'll make up the couch, you bring them in." Carol smiled warmly as she disappeared back into the house, Ice turned to his truck and made his way to the door, careful not to dump you out onto the sidewalk.
Once inside Ice sets you down on the couch, covered now in a soft blanket, a fluffy looking pillow placed over the arm. You refused to let go of his jacket while you slept so he simply pulled the blanket over your shoulders.
"Goodnight Beautiful. I'll see you soon." He promised as he leaned down and kissed your forehead with a featherlight touch of his lips.
"Pandas don't use silverware." You whisper as you clutch his jacket tighter.
"They sure don't." He snickered before making his way out the door.
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