Ugh, Them Napping In The On-call Room Together!!!! Definitely!!

Ugh, them napping in the on-call room together!!!! Definitely!!

Hey breznick stans, give me your favourite trope and ill see if I can write it!

As a 9-1-1 and Marvel fan, I can relate.

My dumbass keeps reading the words "Josh Russo" as "Joe Russo" I'm sorry Josh 😭

I've seen this post on my dash three times now. I hate it here.

I made this so now all y'all have to look at it.

Buck: Knock, knock

Guy on the other side of the door: who's there?

Buck: dishes.

Guy:

Guy: dishes who?

Athena: Dishes the police, open up.

I’m finally sharing my new business!!

So a few weeks back I wrote a fic about Peter opening up a new business, and not being the best businessman (Which can be found here)

I mentioned that the fic was heavily based off of my own recent experiences having a small business, and a few of you were curious what exactly that was.

Well I finally got around to opening up my Etsy and I figured some of you might be interested in checking it out!

So if you would love to order a cute Iron Dad and Spider-Son duo, or another one of earth’s mightiest heroes, my new Etsy is officially BrittNicCreation!

I would love to hear your thoughts on these guys because I’m pretty proud of myself 😊

Lidocaine Numbs The Pain

A Breznick fanfiction

Summary: Morgan gets a busted lip, are wants to help.

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Note to self: Don't try to hold back a patient without a GHB. That's how Morgan ended up with a busted lip and a bruised cheekbone.

Something about him wanting to know what was going on with his daughter…? All she remembers is yelling, beeping, calling of codes then the cold floor.

"Once again, i'm so, so sorry! You doctors have done so much to help April, I didn't mean to hurt you!" April's -who she assumes is the patient that was rushed in the OR was- father was apologizing to Dr. Reznick every chance he got. 

"It's fine, sir. Nothing major, just a little cut," the same response came out with each apology, it really didn't hurt that much. 

That was until an hour later when she tried to eat or drink anything. It stung like hell.

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Claire watched as Morgan winced attempting to take a sip of water. "Are you sure you don't want some lidocaine?" Morgan sighed, her mind going back to twenty minutes ago when she denied the numbing gel and went to get a straw instead (which didn't seem to work either).

"Fine, I'm tired of you bugging me about it," She screwed the cap back on as Claire raised a brow at the obvious lie, leaving the room.

A little while later she came back with a couple of swabs and some lidocaine.

"Here," Claire gestured to the jar of paste, "this should help with the pain." Morgan smirked, "I'm aware of that, thank you." Though her smirk only grew wider as she heard Claire mumble a little 'Jackass,' under her breath.

She lifted her hand in order to move the Blonde's head, making Morgan face her. And Morgan swore she felt chills when it fell back, gently gracing the side of her body.

The smaller doctor lightly traced Morgan's bottom lip with the swab, applying the cream. The chills never left...

Claire looked up into Morgan's ice eyes, everything felt so soft. Morgan's loose scrubs crumbled between her fingers, their legs touching each other with such care, Morgan's hand draped across her thigh. 

Everything felt soft.

Her lips looked soft… and well, a little bit bloody yet they still seemed to pull her in.

But she wanted to know if they felt soft too.

Tilting Claire's head up just a bit, Morgan leant in and closed her eyes. Still soft. Claire felt her nose bump with the blonde just as she closed her eyes, Morgan's hot breath coaxing her lips.

Claire brought up one of her hands to Morgan's shoulder, pulling her in closer by the collar of her white coat. Their lips met and they both froze for a second before Morgan moved her mouth to Claire's. 

It took Morgan's hand rubbing circles against her thigh to come back to reality, though it still seemed like paradise. 

Morgan was just about to pull back until Claire leant in impossibly closer, kissing back just as attentive. A small, embarrassed moan escaped as Morgan went over each tooth of Claire's mouth individually with her tongue. Still so soft.

And it seemed all of her pain just melted away. Because Claire's lips were sweet and they weren't as harsh as the plastic water bottle that made her wince.

Though, maybe, it was just the adrenaline that eased her pain… whatever it was, it helped.

And Morgan wanted more.

Both of them separated, panting and whining for more air and closeness.

"It doesn't hurt…" Morgan whispered between huffed breaths, her nose touching with Claire's and her hand playing with the hair behind her ear. 

"What?" A beat of silence washed over them. Just the thought of each other in the thick, hot air remained.

"When you kiss me it doesn't hurt," Reznick leant in for another kiss. This time small and quick. Claire hummed, their lips only millimetres away from each other.

"That's probably because of the numbing cream…" an ashamed 'oh…' made Claire giggle, which made Morgan grin uncontrollably.

"I don't think you are aware of that," Morgan scoffed as she realized Claire was referring to her snarky quip from earlier about what lidocaine does.

"Jackass."