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daisy ⋆ she/her ⋆ english ⋆ 18

✉️ my inbox will always be open [so please send requests!], any requests welcome! [updates will be sporadic] 📄writing for; the pitt, avatar, actors, etc [may be updated] 🕑most recent: chasing her [j.carter x reader]

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synopsis: john couldn't seem to get the newest rn out of his head. actively searching out those beautiful eyes, especially when reader was known to somehow disappear after any surgery.

warnings: workplace romance, age gap [john is 32, reader 22], reader is mentioned to have hair that can go into to plaits and a low ponytail, power imbalance [john is the Chief Resident, reader is newly qualified nurse], some swearing, kissing

wc: ~1200

John knew he shouldn’t be thinking this way. He knew workplace romances don’t work; he experienced those that ended in tense and awkward eye contact in busy hallways and still hands when passing over surgical tools. But there was something about the new registered nurse, passing by with your form-fitting scrubs and long-sleeved undershirt; character pens hooked onto your scrub pocket, along with your badge, decorated with the odd sticker that was peeling off from constant movement.

John knew he shouldn’t be thinking about a newly registered nurse, at 32 and a chief resident, blossoming feelings for a 22-year-old who definitely wouldn’t take another look at him. But he couldn’t help it, you were kind, helpful, and extremely good at your job, almost reading his mind during surgeries. Not only did the age gap put him off, but so did your avoidance, mainly of him, yet not in a way he would have to report to HR and start a file, but outside of surgeries, outside of traumas, the moment you take off your gloves, you're gone.

John hates that you’ve become this elusive being, almost a myth in his mind before he sees you next shift, or next operation. Every shift, almost subconsciously seeking you out, stopping by the nurses' station, where you're nose-deep into a chart, or gossiping lowly with another nurse; or even 'accidentally' picking up an extra coffee from an expensive place he stops by on the way to work, as well as sliding across a snack bar, one of those sweet rice crispy ones that hurt his teeth, yet make you smile. Others have noticed, making small comments to John, never to you, as if he were conscious of his own actions, yet every time he heard them, he’d shake his head, refuse, and go about his job. Yet those comments linger; when he’s sat at home, with the TV as background noise, John delves into those thoughts, imagining you coming home with him, possibly ordering takeaway and watching shitty shows while you make out, because even though John definitely doesn’t see you that way, he knows if there was a small possibility of you dating, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you.

The start of shifts he used to hate, until you started. You somehow made his mornings a little better, as good as they can be before a 12-hour shift. Yet your calm energy was almost narcotic, a fleet of serenity before a drilling work day; sometimes you’d come in with your hair in plaits, other times a low ponytail, but every time there was a guarantee that John found you absolutely gorgeous. He just couldn’t ignore his feelings anymore; he felt like a teenage boy, thinking of you in every waking moment, actively searching for you in a sea of doctors, patients and nurses, wanting to catch the slightest glimpse of your sparkling eyes. John still felt that iffy feeling when he dwelled too long on the 10-year age gap, but he knew he wasn’t a quitter and would rather state his feelings than wallow like a child. So after a month brooding over whether or not he was actually going to go through with his confession, he finally manned up and pulled you into a free room. Not the most romantic, but he felt like he couldn’t psychically hold his feelings in without exploding.

“I’m not like in trouble, right? I know I'm a little behind on my charting, but we are absolutely stacked at the moment." Was the first full sentence you had spoken to him all shift, and it was about your own work progress. With a quick shake of his head, John was smooth to ease your worries

"No, no, you're not in trouble at all; besides, I wouldn’t be the one to tell you that; it would be your charge nurse.” He’s quick to correct subconsciously. “Anyway, no, this is about something else…and I'm not too sure how to go about this, so I'm going to just rip the plaster off and tell you if that’s okay?” As he was speaking, he could practically see the confusion growing on your face.

“I have feelings for you…ones I definitely shouldn’t have as both a chief resident and, um, 10 years your senior, but I do. And I wanted to tell you, as an adult, that these feelings have been growing for a while," John finally spews out, eyes scanning your face as you take in his confession. *

"Holy shit…wait, really? You're not like messing with me, right?” Your response shocked John slightly, a short laugh escaping him. With wide eyes and flushed cheeks, you look up at him. John quickly nodded, hesitantly taking your hand.

“I’m not messing with you; genuinely, I’ve been trying to keep these feelings to myself, but I felt them eating at me, and I was going stir-crazy, and those eyes…shit every shift I see them those feelings grow and I just want to kiss you so bad." He quietly confesses, lowering his gaze to follow your that were looking away, his other hand gently resting on your jaw, silently asking with his eyes he if can lean in.

With a small nod from you, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a hesitant yet slow kiss. John felt as if his heart had exploded, gently grasping their hands together, his movements becoming more sure, kissing you with more certainty. You sigh against his lips, your hand resting on his shoulder, as you kiss back slowly.

As they break apart, a grin splits across John’s face, his lips blushy and plump, as he continues to hold your jaw. He pecks your cheek before pulling back.

“I don’t want you to be pressured into this, okay? You’ve got to tell me if you want this?” He mutters softly, gently stroking your cheekbone. You look up at him through your eyelashes and nod gently, with a shy bite of your lip.

“I need words, honey; I don’t want to take advantage of our positions, okay? You've got to tell me in words." He drawls out, making sure to keep eye contact.

“Yes… I’m sure John… I want to be with you. " Was your quiet admission. Smiling softly, with a concise nod, John pecks your cheek again before slowly walking over to the door.

“Well, I’ll drop you off after work if that’s okay? We can properly start this, maybe order some food, my treat?” He offers with a soft smirk whilst opening the door.

“I’d love that; see you around Doctor Carter." You leave with a grin and a little wave. In that moment, John had never felt so complete and fractured in his life; all he wanted to do was grab your waist and pull you back into the patient room, to taste your lips again. But he knew that both he and you have a job to do, a very important job at that, so shaking his head to rid himself of his fantasies, he slowly assimilates back into his role as Chief Resident. Yet now he has a new role, your partner, one in which he is excited to fulfil his duties.

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