#angel!reader

you're proactively planning your fertility like a responsible med student. dr. abbot, however, would greatly prefer you planned literally anything else.

pairing: jack abbot x angel reader

warnings: just a short lil drabble, fluff, anxiety and overthinking, age gap mentioned, reader is twenty something, reader is a med student, mentions of fertility, flirting in the workplace, implied sexual content, questionable reproductive proposals, basically just angel reader asking abbot to be her baby daddy

wc: 0.5k

Reserved for her.

- Pairing: angel!reader x frat!rafe

- Summary: Rafe always leaves the girl he’s with for you.

It was another Friday night house party at Tannyhill, place so packed you could hear the conversations from outside. Which is where you found yourself hours after the party started.

At first, you didn’t plan on attending. Some lame excuse about needing to study, but Rafe always knew how to convince you. Despite it was being twelve in the morning when you dragged yourself over to his place, it was nothing unusual for you to find yourself in these types of situations due to Rafe.

When you walked in you were immediately hit chest to chest with strangers, rolling your eyes and deeply regretting your lack of confidence when you told Rafe you weren’t going to his party tonight.

Over with Rafe, he’s currently sucking face with some random chick that glued herself to his side an hour ago. Her skirts bunched up in his hand while she’s straddling him like a barstool. Rafe pulls away to breathe, already smirking and running his hands up the blonde's sides.

“Shitttt… you been on me all night, baby girl.”

“Lemme get your number real quick, yeah?”

He's fucking around with her, not really paying attention because this entire party, part of his mind has been elsewhere. That’s when he sees it, shiny curls, and a white bow is more than enough for him to be pushing the girl off his lap.

She started off sweet. “Okay, yeah. my number is—”

“Shit, my bad— I gotta go do somethin’.”

He left the girl blinking, already grabbing you by the hips.

“Hey, angel. You made it.” He grins slightly, hands loose on you because he knows he’s got you for the rest of the night.

You sigh but don’t do much to reject his touch. “You’re lucky i’m here, cameron. it’s late and i’d much rather—”

“I know.” He cuts you off with a roll of his eyes, tugging you closer.

“You’d rather spend your time reading your little books and in your weird slippery pajamas. I get it. But you’re already here, so have some fun, yeah?”

“They’re called silk.”

He just nods, presses his lips into a soft smile and pretends to care. “Let’s get you a drink, Brady made this sick punch. You can’t even taste the alcohol in this shit.”

You slightly cringe because he tells you this like he expects you to share the same joy he finds in it. You’ll have a cup, or two, just to relax. So when he pours you your first, and he watches you drink every sip? You already know what kind of night this is gonna be.

An hour later and you’re draped across Rafes lap, a second cup of Brady’s Rad Red Punch already staining your lips. Your eyes are dazed but thankfully still aware and Rafe has one hand on your waist and the other on your upper back, having tugged you around with him since you got here.

“This party would’ve been so shit without you, baby.” He hissed like if he thought about it it’d hurt him. You just hum and nod, cause yeah, you like knowing he depends on your presence. That’s why you instinctively turn when you feel Rafes hands loosen on you.

It’s the girl he was kissing earlier. She looked angry and annoyed, already crossing her arms with her hip popped to the side as she tapped her foot.

“Who the hell is she, Rafe? You told me you’d be back and you just left me!” Rafe stared as he honestly forgot all about earlier, he didn’t mean too. He just got caught up.

“First of all relax.” He starts.

“I didn’t tell you shit, all I said was that I had to go do somethin’ real fast.”

“Leaving me for the rest of the night isn’t exactly fast, Rafe. We were also in the middle of a conversation so you still should’ve came back to me.”

“Well I clearly didn’t want to. Take the fuckin’ hint already, damn.” He groaned and rolled his eyes, shifting you on his lap while you sat and observed. In the result of his shift, he brought the girls attention back to you.

“And for what? For this? We were just making out—”

“I don’t owe you shit, if i wanna leave you for my girl. Ima leave you for my girl.”

She laughs and furrows her eyebrows. “Your girl? Since when are you two dating?”

He shrugs then tightens his grip on you. “Nah. We’re not datin’ or nothin’ she’s just my girl.”

The girl is quick to roll her eyes and scoff. “Whatever, I don’t need this weird shit.”

Rafe smiles and waves her off, putting his attention back on you.

“What was that?”

“Some chick I was with earlier.” He says, not giving the full details of “all i did was make out with her for two hours without knowing her name”. Knowing Rafe you don’t even have to ask that he probably deserved how the girl was talking to him.

“Sure.”

He flashes you that same grin he gave you when you got here.

“Heyyy, what’s that tone for, huh? cmon.”

You laugh and shake your head.

“Cmere, you know you’re my girl.”

You do know, so he pulls you in for a kiss, and you let him because it’s all smiles and laughs between kisses. The kind of kisses he’s reserved only for you.

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- Word count: 905

- Divider credits: @cursed-carmine

- Reblog from angelletters (original creator)

۶ৎ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ۶ৎ

Being an angel, a fallen that was supposed to be a guardian angel and watching over your destined one. You failed, having god mercilessly kick you out of heaven with a big boom.

It’s been years, years since you’ve fallen from heaven to earth. You would’ve thought you would cry and be so depressed and die. But no, here you eating a burger as your human companion, mark grayson watches the glory of you chowing down.

“I don’t get it.. how can you.. still use your 'heavenly' powers on earth when you were born an angel?”

“Correction, created as an angel. And honestly, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m practically a healer and support like those games you humans play?” You said as you pointed your greasy finger at him.

Mark handed you a napkin, you grabbed it and wipe your hands off. “Thanks.” Mark just nodded. You’ve been recruited into the Guardians, not much being helpful other than support for healing. You were just a chill angel that has no purpose but being there.

You would’ve thought mark would possibly forget about your existence, but mark can’t forget about you. The way your wings, your beautiful ombré wings of white to grey flutter when flying beside him.

You’re elegant, your stoic face, your moody demeanor. He wants.. to oddly break you. He tries to hide those dark freaky thoughts, he’s supposed to be your ally, your friend, your companion.

When meeting Oliver and Debbie, Debbie and you got along quite well with your neutral demeanor and antics. You even cleaned the house with her. Oliver liked your wings, so much he drew them. Mark tried to warn you about his half brother, but you didn’t care. Oliver was just another kid on a planet trying to adapt to it. Hell, you’re still trying to.

Each time your wings flutter, Mark has one thought in mind. Ripping your wings off. It’s cruel, yes. But if it’s to keep you with him. Then it’s worth it.

He just hope angel powers don’t work on yourself.

it’s that magical time of year where the leaves are crunchy, the lattes are pumpkiny, and apparently my brain thinks bucky barnes deserves to be put through different kinds of filth. welcome to my kinktober—aka four excuses to thirst publicly over a fictional man. I wasn’t really supposed to participate… but I have just reached 4k followers so this is my little thank you to this wonderful community! dividers used in this post are made by a talented @cursed-carmine

disclaimer! my posts are 18+ and contain explicit content, MDNI. Please read at your own risk, don’t ignore the warnings, and If you feel uncomfortable just stop reading. You have been warned.

✧˖°. first week ˊ˗

ᯓ★ ghosted ⇢ bucky barnes x reader prompts: uniform / sexting / giggly sex summary: who says Halloween night has to feel lonely? your super soldier boyfriend might be “on a mission,” but that doesn’t mean you can’t haunt his inbox… just make sure not to ghost him, he gets impatient very easily. release date: October 1st, my part in bwatober!

warnings: secret tattoos, suggestive so MDNI, he does end up touching and looking at your boobs LMFAO, nd this is for my girls with spaced out titties (me) ✊🏽

♫ dirty little secret, the all-american rejects

“Shit, is that who I think it is?” His voice causes you to look up, smiling at him with a little wave, standing up from the leather couch you were sat on, pocketing your phone and walking towards him.

“My favorite client.” He complimented, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you with a grin on his face.

“Aww… you’re too sweet.”

“How are you? It’s been a little. Last I saw you was church.” He said with a chuckle, you shrugging.

“Same old. How about you?”

“It’s been… going. You know, can’t complain. But I was really glad when I saw you dm me.” He spoke, motioning for you to follow him back when he began to walk. He led you into a room, shutting the door behind him. You sat down, nerves shooting as he turned back to you.

“So, I got the reference all drawn out.” He spoke while grabbing the stencil, showing it to you. “What do you think?”

“It’s amazing! As always.”

He smiled, flattered. He began putting his gloves on, your heart thumping against your chest as you sat down. You were nervous for two reasons, one being that tattoos always made you nervous, rightfully so. Reason two, well, that was because Rafe, one of your best friends who you had a fat crush on, was about to see you completely topless. It’s not like he hasn’t before, last appointment being a pair of little angel wings on your back, leaving you in your bra.

But now, he was literally going to see you without a bra. Maybe you should have picked another artist.

But it was too late to turn back now, you realized after he turned back, cleaning supplies for your skin in hand, along with the stencil.

Concept: Shepard!Abel/pre-death Abel and an Angel!Reader who adores humans slowly falling in love during the angel's visits to the Earth, leading to them having this sort of cute, but forbidden relationship, where every visit feels like it could be the last. I also have this idea where one of those visits is just them having really loving, soft sex while they ignore all of their duties and whatnot. Anyways, I wrote a small thing for that idea below the read more. Ty for coming to another one of my depraved TED talks.

Dean Winchester x fem!angel!Reader

Summary: Cast down from Heaven with your Grace locked away and your memories fractured, you wake up alone and very much human – until you cross paths with the Winchesters. As the three of you search for answers that Heaven doesn’t seem to want to give, you’re forced to navigate the world without your divinity and face the fact that some truths may have been buried to protect you. Or others.

Tags/Warnings: Mystery, Canon-divergent, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, slow burn, eventual smut, eventual romance, angel learning human shenanigans, fluff, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence, no use of Y/N, no beta we die like men Each part will have its own list of tags included in it

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Typing... You get hurt and end up in ER with a highly inconvenient injury, and a very handsome doctor. Jack Abbot x f!Reader, nonbinary OC, background ish Parker Ellis, inaccurate medical procedures and injuries. This is my first fic ever please be gentle with me Word count: 3.4k Rating: E no beta

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You woke up in a pool of your own sweat feeling like you had been hit by a truck, your neck was stiff and back was aching, and you were definitely running a fever. You grabbed your phone to check the time

2 am… god, you only slept like four hours. 

Rolling out of bed was painful, the stiffness spreading from your neck down your spine felt worse by the second; “Tylenol, I need Tylenol” you thought quietly. Hobbling into your bathroom you searched the cabinet until you found the bottle of acetaminophen and twisted open the cap to pour out two pills. You opened your mouth to throw in the pills, except you couldn’t open your mouth… 

“What the hell?!” You mumbled and quickly looked in the mirror. You looked as sick as you felt, your skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and the muscles in your neck looked pulled tight. You tried to open your mouth again and were only able to get your teeth a few centimeters apart, there was no way you could take any medicine and you started to realized that you were even struggling to swallow your own saliva. This was not good. 

You slowly made your way out of your room and down the hallway to your roommates bedroom and knocked on the door a few times before hearing a tired “come in!”. You opened the door and your friend Sam was immediately concerned 

“Oh my god! Are you okay? You don’t look so hot…”

“I think I have Lockjaw…” you managed to get out through literally gritted teeth 

“Uhhh okay… do we need to call an ambulance or…???”

Sam looked at you with questions in their eyes and all you could do is shrug

“I don’t know, I mean I think am okay if we just drove there. I don’t know what’s going on though, why can’t I open my mouth?”

Sam grabbed their phone and asked Siri 

“Hey siri, what can cause Lockjaw?”

“Lockjaw can be caused by muscle spasms, jaw injuries, dental issues, and by the bacterial infection tetanus, which can be fatal if untreated” 

The cheery robotic voice delivered that last bit of information a little too upbeat and the realization seemed to hit you and Sam at the same time. A week ago you had both moved into this townhouse together, it was old and full of the rustic charm that came with a house that was over 100 years old and that included no central AC. The previous tenants left several old window units in what was at best an attempt to be helpful and at worst pure laziness; the landlord had told you to keep what you wanted and trash the rest, so you and Sam made quick work of getting the old rusty units out of the windows as soon as possible. While moving one of the larger units you had cut your arm pretty bad on a rusty corner and Sam had immediately asked you if you had a tetanus shot. 

“Yeah! I had to get one when I was a teen and they’re good for like ten years! I’ll be fine, I’m pretty sure I was like 16 so it’s been less than 10 years.”

And you had left it at that. 

Looking at the google search now of “how long is a tetanus shot good for?” Felt like you were a little late to your own funeral

“….booster recommended sooner if you experience a deep, severe, or contaminated wound…”

You looked up a Sam with a sheepish grin… or whatever you call what you were doing with your mouth right now. 

“So ER? Like now?”

“Grab a coat..” Sam sighed

Sam drove as quickly as Pittsburg would physically allow possible and it didn’t take long for them to park outside the Emergency Department of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. The drive was only about 10 minutes but the pain in stiffness in your neck and back seemed to have gotten a hundred times worse and you were in intense pain. Sam quickly came to your side of the car and helped you out, you were still able to walk but it was becoming increasingly hard and by the time you crossed the threshold to the lobby you were sweating from the effort it took to stay upright. Sam sat you in a chair and immediately went to the reception window. 

“Hi! I think my friend has Tetanus and she has some pretty intense lockjaw right now. We need help.”

The receptionist face as soon as she heard Tetanus changed from polite to intense worry and she immediately buzzed the door open and told Sam 

“Someone is coming out with a wheelchair right now!”

You were quickly surrounded by about 6 people, and a million questions were being asked around you. They immediately took you back to a room and got you on a bed, there was a nasal cannula around your face and sticky pads on your chest within seconds of the break locks being secured on your bed, you could hear Sam in the background answering questions and finally a doctor looked at you to ask you what happened, she was pretty with brown braids pulled into a bun and an undercut, you could see on her scrub top a badge that said “Parker Ellis : DOCTOR”. 

“I…ut’…my…arm…on a….ruty’…” you couldn’t finish, you looked up at Dr. Ellis pleadingly, it was nearly impossible to speak now and the pain in your neck was getting worse

“Okay, okay don’t worry about talking just nod your head yes or no okay?”

You nodded “yes”

“Your friend Sam mentioned you got a nasty cut from a rusty window unit correct?”

You nodded “yes”

“Okay, we are going to start treating you with Antibiotics, while we run some test to make sure we know exactly what is going on. However, your oxygen is a little lower than I would like and the nasal cannula isn’t cutting it, we cannot do a typical intubation on you because of the lockjaw but there is a method of intubation through the nasal passage, you will be fully awake but we will numb the passage and make you as comfortable possible, do you consent to us running some tests and doing a nasal intubation?”

You nodded “yes” again but you could feel tears pricking at your eyes, you were starting to get really worried and now you couldn’t even talk. It seemed like Dr. Ellis was able to read your mind and immediately called for a nurse to go find the communication tablet. 

“I’m having a nurse grab a tablet we use for patients who are unable to verbally communicate with us, it will be here shortly, everything is gonna be okay. While we get your meds and let the numbing agent sit would you like me to have your friend come over to be with you?”

You nodded vigorously “yes” a single tear falling down your cheek. 

“Okay, sit tight”

Dr. Ellis disappeared and nurse quickly came over to spray the numbing agent into your nose and throat while another was setting up your IV antibiotics and pain management. Once they wrapped up Sam was allowed into the room and immediately came up to your bedside, a worried look across their face. 

“They told me I could come back to see you while they waited for you to numb up… and that you can’t talk…”

You nodded again trying to smile at Sam but it probably coming across more as a grimace. 

“It’s gonna be okay, I’ll be here the whole time okay?”

You closed your eyes again and nodded. The fear and pain were compounding on your exhaustion and all you wanted to do was go back to sleep and have this all be some crazy horrible dream. 

There was a knock at the door and the curtain was pulled back to reveal the nurse from earlier returning with the communication tablet.

“This is for you, it’s a pretty simple set up, there are categories for preset phrases like your pain levels, or simple responses like yes or no. I’m gonna let you play around with it for a little bit while the numbing agent works some can get adjusted to it okay?” 

You nodded and pressed the big green “yes” button on the screen. 

The nurse smiled at you and turned to leave, letting you and Sam test out the tablet. 

“So… on a scale of 1-10 how much pain are you in right now?”

You flicked to the “Pain” category and pressed the number seven 

The robotic voice from the tablet said “my pain is a seven” in a monotonous and very male voice. 

Sam laughed a bit, “I wonder if there is a setting to change the voice to a woman”

You chuckled silently and found the custom message category that allows you to type out a message on your own 

“No, no, I like the male voice. It makes me feel powerful muhahaha.” The robotic voice said everything perfectly except the evil laugh, that’s when it decided you had instead meant “moo HA HA HA” which pulled a genuine laugh out of Sam. 

Sam’s laugh was cut short by other knock at the door and the curtain being gently pulled back by a man this time, he very quickly announced himself. 

“Hello, my name is Dr. Abbot. I am going to be to be doing the Nasal intubation today, I just wanted to come in and check on the numbing before we get everyone in here to do the intubation. You mind if I poke around some?”

You quickly typed out a response

“That’s fine.” The male voice said, earning a quiet giggle from Sam. 

Dr. Abbots lips ticked up in a small smile 

“Okay I’m gonna touch the inside of your nose, you will feel some pressure and it might be a little uncomfortable but let me know at any point if you are in pain. Also if you want I am pretty sure there is a way to change the voice on the tablet to something more feminine”

“Oh don’t worry about that, she said the male voice makes her feel powerful” Sam piped up with a laugh

Dr. Abbot chuckled lightly, and you rolled your eyes while flipping Sam the bird, which made Abbot huff another laugh. 

“Alright you’re gonna feel some pressure now.”

The entire time his hands were on your nose you were distinctly aware of just how close he was to you. You hadn’t really paid much attention when he first walked in, still softly laughing at the failure of an evil robotic laugh, but you noticed now just how handsome Dr. Abbot was. He had curly salt and pepper hair and beautiful greenish blue eyes, there were probably thousands of freckles across his face and arms, and that’s when you noticed his arms… wow…the veins running down his forearms to his hands were bulging and the sleeves to the T-shirt under his scrub top were straining against his biceps. You could feel the warmth of a blush climbing from your neck to your cheeks and quickly cut your eyes away from Dr. Abbot and instead focused on the ceiling tiles above you.

You could feel the pressure of Dr. Abbot inserting part of his pinky into your nose but it wasn’t painful and he was done prodding around fairly quickly. 

“Alright, seems like the numbing agent did its job and you are ready for intubation, I’m gonna let pain medication from your IV do its job for a few more minutes but I will be back with the rest of the team to get everything going.” Jack looked at you for confirmation and you were able to give him a weak nod as an okay. He nodded back and gave a small smile before turning to leave. 

Once he was gone Sam came back to your bedside and was gushing as soon as they were sure Abbot was out of earshot 

“Dude, he was hot! And so was Dr. Ellis, how do you manage to have two hot ass doctors taking care of you. Last time I was in the ER my doctor looked like the Slug receptionist lady from Monsters, Inc.”

You laughed hard which caused your neck and back to stiffen in pain but it wasn’t as bad as it had been earlier so you still managed to stifle out a chuckle 

“I don’t know, I guess I am just lucky. They are both attractive but Dr. Abbot is definitely more my type” the statement sounded wrong coming from the robotic voice but it was true; Dr. Abbot was one very attractive man. 

“You and your fetish for old men, I always forget how the peepaw’s are what do it for you” Sam laughed

You rolled your eyes again and started to type quickly

“I do not have a fetish for old men! Plus he’s not even that old, he can’t be older than like 48”

“Oh yeah, not that old just nearly twice your age!” Sam scoffed

“Looking doesn’t hurt anybody, it’s not like I am really in a position to flirt with him anyways, plus who’s to say he would even be interested”

“You never know, the sweaty sheen and inability to talk might be his thing”

You laughed again at your friend’s sarcasm, finally feeling the full effects of the pain medication it didn’t hurt to let out the laugh this time. 

“I’m not gonna flirt with him, this is his job and that would be wrong. But he does have really pretty eyes, and the curly grey hair is really doing something to me”

“Yeah, I caught you staring at him and then turning a shade I’ve only seen on tomatoes. Your subtlety is lacking”

“Don’t remind me” you rolled your eyes.

Just then a knock at the door came and soon the room was filled with people again. Sam was quickly asked to step out into the hallway and Dr. Ellis and Abbot both approached your bedside. 

Dr. Ellis was the first to speak:

“Okay, we are going to do the intubation now; do you have any questions before we start?”

You nodded your head “No”

“Alright, if at any point during the procedure you feel anything that hurts I want you to tap Dr. Abbots arm for me okay? Don’t be scared to tap him hard”

You nodded and acknowledgement and peered over to Dr. Abbot who gave you a smile

“Don’t worry about me kid, I can handle a little love tap”

His words made you giggle slightly and helped settle some of the nerves you felt crawling into your brain. “I can’t believe a little cut from an ancient AC unit landed me here” you thought to yourself.

Dr. Ellis was prepping all the tools and the nurse from earlier came around to lean you back slightly. The nerves were slowly coming back to your mind but just then Dr. Abbot put your arm around his.

“Remember, if you feel anything besides pressure, tap me hard”

You nodded again

Dr. Ellis leaned over you then and began to insert the long tube into your nose.

“You are going to feel some pressure now”

You could feel Dr. Ellis pushing the tube further into your nose but just as she said, it was painless.

“Okay, the tube is at 14 centimeters, just above the airway. Dr. Abbot are you ready to feed in the scope?” Dr. Ellis was looking across you at Abbot waiting for his response.

Your eyes flicked over to him and he was holding a long wire looking thing with a bright light on the end.

“Yeah; I’m gonna feed this camera though the tube that Dr. Ellis just inserted so that we can get a clear view of your vocal cords now”

You could faintly see the tube at the end of your nose and watched as Dr. Abbot inserted the scope. The monitor next to your bed lit up with the view of the inside of your nose and then your esophagus

“Alright I need you take a big breath in for me so we can see your vocal cords”

You looked over at Dr. Abbot and he gave you a small smile as if to tell you everything was okay. You took a deep breath in and felt the tube move just ever so slightly forward.

“Alright perfect, the cords are sensitive, so we are going to spray them with some lidocaine now”

You could see Dr. Ellis moving over you again with a syringe of the clear liquid and could feel the cool sensation as it hit your vocal cords.

“1cc of lidocaine is in, we are going to let that sit for a moment, how are you doing?”

You looked over at Ellis and gave a thumbs up.

She smiled at you softly “okay, once the tube is in you are going to have to breath through your nose okay?”

Another thumbs up

“Alright we are going to progress the scope to get a view of the Carina and once we see that we will progress the tube. Remember to keep breathing through your nose right now.”

You felt the sensation of movement again and could see on the monitor as the scope brought two passages into view. Dr. Abbot spoke then:

“Okay there are the right and left mainstem, Dr. Ellis you may progress the tube now”

You felt the tube slide further in and watched as Dr. Abbot began to pull the scope out.

Dr. Abbot was nodding in approval

“That went really well, we are going to hook you up to the CPAP to help support your breathing some that way your body can rest”

You were able to reach the tablet again to type your responses now

“Sounds good Doc”

“We are going to head out now and let your meds do their work, if you need anything there is a call button on the bed, would you like us to let your friend back again?” Abbot was looking at you patiently as you typed.

“Yes, please send Sam back in. Thank you Dr. Abbot and Dr. Ellis for everything”

“Of course, I’ll go grab Sam”

Dr. Ellis stepped out then to go get your friend and Dr. Abbot stayed behind just a second longer

“Don’t worry about it kid, I’ll be back later to check on you, try to get some sleep”

Before you could respond Dr. Abbot was stepping out of the room and was replaced by Sam.

“How are you?”

 You could tell Sam was concerned and the visual of you with a tube in your nose probably wasn’t helping

“I feel a lot better, the meds are definitely working.”

You could see Sam relax some then, their shoulders dropped and face was less pinched; then a smirk made their way onto their face.

“So how having Dr. Silver Fox that up close and personal?”

Sam was wagging their eyebrows at you as you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t call him Dr. Silver Fox that is so childish”

Sam shrugged “You’re the one that said he was hot”

“I said he was attractive not hot”

“Yeah, yeah okay whatever, the other Doctor, Ellis, she told me to let you rest so I’ll leave you alone. I’m going to run back to the house and get into some actual clothes and not my Pajamas. Do you want me to grab you anything?”

You shook your head no

“I’m good I think, just tired. I will probably sleep while you’re gone.”

“Alright, if you change your mind just shoot me a text.”

“Okay, be safe driving please, I know you are tired”

“I will be I promise”

Sam then leaned over to give you a quick hug and to hand you your phone. Then they were out the door.

You realized then just how exhausted you were, the lack of sleep and now the stress of dealing with a fatal infection was really starting to wear you down. Before he left Dr. Abbot literally told you to get some sleep and who were you to defy the very handsome doctor’s orders. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep easily, familiar green eyes and silver hair gracing your dreams.

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