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Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great.



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@Syn I love him he is so CUTEEEEEEEE! <3


A collab with @Syn


Hot as a fever
Rattle of bones
I could just taste it
Taste it
But it's not forever
But it's just tonight
Oh we're still the greatest
The greatest
The greatest
You...
Your sex is on fire



Laser focus, one of the major components to being a great surgeon. If you wanted to win an award you needed focus and precision: two things that Alexander Ivanov prided himself on. The scene was set, Alexander having sweat accumulate on his wrinkled forehead. His eyes focused with the utmost determination, never flinching nor blinking; had this been a staring contest he’d have won by now. His hands had been rotating in constant movement, never in the same place more than once. What kind of surgery could the Cardio God be attending? Septal Myotomy perhaps? Or maybe a Thoracic Aortic Dissection Repair? Oh my! A Coronary Revascularization?! Except he wasn’t in the O.R. or wearing a surgical mask…In fact he wasn’t in anything at all! The scene had panned out to show a naked Alexander Ivanov glistening in the afterglow of his sweat. His breathing was hard and heavy, not because of a difficult surgery, but something much more decisive. Skin on skin contact could be heard as Alexander coalesced with Emmy in a passionate act of lust.

“No wonder why you’re the best peds surgeon, you were made for this”, Alexander said in a half moan half grunt.

Meanwhile, Dr. Emilia Carter was trying her hardest to keep her usually high-pitched tone down to a discrete minimum. So far it was working, but in typical Emmy fashion, there was the occasional slip-up. The right side of her face was pressed against the bed of the rep room, wavy blond hair a wild, tangled mess around her. They say God works in strange ways, and Emilia couldn’t help but agree. She was supposed to be fast asleep, taking advantage of the free period between patients to take one of her routinary naps. However, after a text from the ridiculously attractive cardio surgeon asking to ‘go over some files’, she’d found herself right in the middle of the scene unfolding at the moment, calling out to said God to have mercy on her wicked soul.

“Thanks, babe,” Emmy replied breathlessly, eyes tightly shut as she continued to focus all of her attention on the task at hand. “So are you. I don’t know how I’ll be able to walk after this. Lord have mercy on me.”

There were a few women who had such a profound effect on Xander, while he was surrounded by swooning women and the pick of the litter, Emily was… well, different. There were flares of solace when he gazed into her eyes as her hair managed to stick to her sweaty face. A natural painkiller, a soothing substitute to the hard stuff he was used to. In fact, Xander was surrounded by gorgeous women with the intelligence to boot. Having such overwhelming options, it was hard for Alexander to not believe he was in a slice of life harem T.V. show.

Anyway, the man hoped Emily believed in polytheism, since he was a God at more than just Cardio. Just as in surgery, Alexander was the same in the on call room: precise, nimble, and with every intention to satisfy his patient. The unspoken chemistry the two had developed was soon coming to its exposition. They had been in the room for quite a long time now… It would have been a surprise if their colleagues hadn’t known what was going down by now.

Her sharp tongue had made him laugh. “I’m sure we have some crutches here somewhere, if not I have a wheelchair with your name on it” Just then, the whim of the man began to reach ignition. “I…I…I think I’m ready to push one of EPI” his voice beginning to strain.

Emmy giggled at his cheeky comment, but his next words were enough to quickly sober her up. “Oh God,” Emilia cried out, voice taking on a higher pitch as the anticipation of what what coming next began to build up in her body.

Like an IV Drip, the fluid was about to hit the opening into the body, all preparations complete…it was time. Life comes at you fast though and just as he pushed one of EPI his phone started to ring and buzz as loudly as ever. Muffled groans and curse words mixed with the ringtone, creating destructive interference. All his strength had been sapped out of his body as he fell backwards onto the bed and reached over to his loose scrubs. On the other hand, Emilia had fallen down right next to him, trying to catch her breath and regain composure. A satisfied smile was plastered on her flushed face.

Sifting through his pockets, Xander reached for his phone and looked over to the message greeting him on the home screen: ALL HANDS ON DECK IN THE TRAUMA ROOM. TRIAGE TEAMS: TEAM 1: IVANOV, ALANAELI, KIM, ARCHER.

Alexander sighed as he rolled over to face Emily in all her radiant glory, “Looks like I can’t hang around to cuddle, I’m needed in the trauma room.”

“Oh nooooooo!” Emmy whined, faded red lips pressed together in an annoyed pout. The intense session with the resident Cardio God had proven to be a tough competitor for the woman’s liquid lipstick, ultimately leaving the lower half of both their faces with smears of bright red. "Comes with the job, I guess. You go do what you need to do."

“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you on one of these cases” he replied, stealing one more glance before moving in for a small kiss, promptly following his dance to get his clothes on.

Emmy remained motionless on the spot, twinkling brown eyes watching Alexander as he got dressed. “I guess we’ll just have to see,” she replied in a bright, singsong voice. “Oh, and by the way, remember to take a trip to the bathroom before you show your face in public. The lower half of it is covered in lipstick.”

It wasn’t that Alexander didn’t want to cuddle, but he truly had to go. Leaving a pouty girl to herself was never on list of to-do’s. This girl was dangerous: she might have been the only one to get this close to the heart of the King of Hearts.

As he adjusted himself and made his clothes presentable he had almost forgotten about his face. “I almost forgot. I’ll have to get you back for that one.”

The blonde woman smiled mischievously. “I’m sure you will,” she said cheekily, shooting him a suggestive wink.

"Don’t wait up for me, okay? I don’t know how long it’ll take me. But I’ll see you around. Promise.” Alexander said, shooting Emilia a parting wink as he left the room. The brown-haired man made his way to the bathroom, where he gave himself a quick rinse to get rid of all evidence of his sins before he was off to the trauma center. As he was the first one on the scene, he waited patiently, hoping to meet the rest of his fellow entourage and for them to appear with some information.
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@Denny
OH OH! I SAW A TRUCK ONCE WITH A ROOF HATCH THAT PEOPLE PUT TENTS ON! WE COULD TRY SOMETHING LIKE THAT! Also even sit space we may need a second vehicle.


Or a magic school bus.
@Bee I'm not the one who made the gif LOL





There you are! I was looking everywhere for you!”

Demi, whose mind was still back on Kalder’s injured figure all alone in the hospital wing, jumped in surprise at being addressed. She turned around so fast that she thought her neck must have snapped. In that instant, the Gryffindor silently prayed that Jomana wouldn’t put two and two together. If she did, Dem was sure she wouldn’t hear the end of it. The young woman knew her best friend had the best of intentions at heart, but Jo was much too strict on her! Kalder and Demi had been head over heels in love with each other for a long seven months (eight and a half if you counted the time they spent flirting). And he'd been Demi's first love, for crying out loud! It was obvious that it would take a while before the feelings went away... If they ever did at all. Why couldn't Jomana understand that?

“Oh, hi Jo!” Demi had greeted her best friend, putting up the bravest face she could. But, to her dismay, the tiniest bit of nervousness in her voice betrayed her. And ever the clever one, Jomana’s look instantly went from relieved at finally finding her best friend to the utmost suspicion.

“What exactly were you doing in the first floor, Demetria? There is nothing to see or do in said place at this time of day… That is, unless you were visiting Siggy...” Jo piped up, arched eyebrow raised questioningly, brown eyes not leaving her friend’s face.

Demi snorted. “Pffffft, no.” she replied coolly, blue eyes looking straight ahead as they crossed the double doors of the Great Hall. The brunette knew that if Jo looked her directly in the eyes, she would see through her bullshit. “Why would I do that?”

Jomana’s scowl only intensified, gaze still set on Demi. You are lying, and I am going to find out right now. “

The girls had now reached the Gryffindor table, where Caleb and Beatrice sat nearly done with their dinner. In typical Jo fashion, the blunt Indian girl didn’t waste any time in getting their friends’ input on the situation at hand.

“Caleb, darling, would you be ever so kind as to use your prodigal Seer abilities to confirm that this little lady-” she pointed at Demi, who rolled her eyes in exasperation as she took a seat next to the boy. Meanwhile, Jomana had decided to sit right across her, next to Beatrice. “Was indeed visiting The Snake Who Must Not Be Named just now?”

Beatrice would immediately stuff some mashed potatoes into her mouth to keep from talking. “Jo, I’m a Seer, not a mind reader,” Caleb would cheerfully remind her, smiling innocently. “If Demi went, I’m sure we would have heard about it, I hear Nathan’s sisters have been doing rotations.

Y-Yeah,” Beatrice’s muffled agreement came, although after a second of thinking, she looked at Jomana. “What makes you think she went to see him?

Jo, still thoroughly unconvinced, proceded to angrily shove some mashed potatoes and chicken onto the empty plate that had magically appeared in front of her. “What else is there to do in the right wing of the first floor at this time of night?”

Demi, now visibly disgruntled, did the same, but said not a single word.

Caleb gave Beatrice a look, slightly motioning towards Demi. The blonde was confused for a moment, before she realized that he probably wanted her to inform her that what happened to Kalder had been her fault. She shook her head at him, trying to ignore his stare. Unsatisfied, he would kick her under the table, causing her to grunt. How the hell was he expecting her to drop the news on Demi like this?! Glaring at him, Beatrice took a swig from her goblet, practically slamming it down as she finished. She wasn’t going to say anything, damn it!

Too bad for her that Caleb wasn’t having any of it. “Beatrice wants to say something,” He announced to the pair.

Beatrice wants to say nothing,” She scowled.

I’m sure she does.

No, she doesn’t.

As dumb as it was, that little incident was enough for Demi to reach her boiling point. “Jesus, what the flying fuck crawled up everyone’s asses tonight?!” the girl snapped, the foul-mouthed American in her now in full display as she would begin the liberal use of the word ‘fuck’. She got all kinds of looks from those nearby, but the death glare they received in response was enough to quickly send them back to their own devices. Her eyes were blazing with anger now. “Jomana doesn’t know when the fuck to back off. Bea, honey, I don’t know what the hell is up with you, but it’s fucking getting to me already. Caleb seems to be the only chill one here. And while we’re here acting like fucking kindergarteners, Kalder’s knocked the fuck out in the hospital wing all by himself looking like an extra for The Walking Dead and I don’t know why and it’s driving me nuts...

She suddenly trailed off, eyes wide as the realization of what she’d just said hit her. From the seat opposite her, Jomana -although slightly stunned- was looking smug at her suspicions being confirmed.

Once again, Caleb and Beatrice would look at one another following Demi’s outburst. Letting out a groan, Beatrice conceded, leading Caleb to throw his arms up in the air in victory. The blonde haired girl bit her lip as she looked at Demi, nervously breathing until she couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry!” She blurted out, covering her face with her hands.

Demi gave Bea a questioning scowl, still upset at this whole inexistant issue. “What the fuck are you on about?”

You’re going to want to try explaining what you’re sorry for,” Caleb said, earning himself another glare.

I was getting to that!” She yelled, though she managed to calm herself, wide brown eyes meekly looking at her friend. “Okay, fine, I--It’s my fault, okay?” She blabbed. “I...I wasn’t paying attention in class, so I kept messing up our potion. At one point the ladle fell in, and we both grabbed it. Kalder managed to salvage the potion, but in the process it...it burned us both and--and he took me to the hospital wing but he didn’t get his burn checked and--and I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” At the end of her rant her anger subsided, guilt overtaking her. “It’s all my fault…

“Ah fuck.” Demi muttered. At the sight of how distraught and guilty one of her best friends looked, the young woman’s anger boiled away as quickly as it had come. She quickly slid under the table and came up on the opposite side, quickly wrapping her arms around Beatrice in a comforting embrace. “It’s okay, Bea,” she said soothingly. “You didn’t know that was gonna happen.”

Demi was too good to her. Beatrice hugged her back tightly, though admittedly speaking the truth did make her feel better.

Personally, I thought she was retaliating in the name of vengeance,” Caleb chirped gleefully, watching the pair. “Though rumor has it he’s gay for Noel Jameson, he fainted after Noel put his arm around him.

Beatrice rolled her eyes. “Really, Caleb?

I’m not the one that started it, but I love it.

Jomana, who had been quietly watching the series of events unfolding in front of her, spit out her pumpkin juice before succumbing to a fit of laughter. It took her some time to get her breath back, but once she did, she gave Caleb a glowing grin. “It is certainly the best one around.” she replied happily, taking a bite of her food. “Although I am all for never trusting a snake, Jameson certainly does not have an ugly face to stare at…” Jo turned around just enough to give Demi a suggestive look. “At least your new partner is attractive, even if he is not up to par with your intelligence.”

Demi, who had let go of Beatrice after making sure she was feeling better, had been busy munching on her food when she heard Jo’s comment. “Yeah, well, I don’t really care about that. I’m done with men at the moment. Gonna focus on school and Quidditch instead.” she replied, not bothering to look up from her plate.

Caleb smirked to himself, though it fell as Beatrice would speak, “Nothing wrong with browsing the selection, doesn’t mean you have to have anything,” She couldn’t help but tease. “You can enjoy the view without doing anything.

Demi snorted again, looking up at Bea with a smirk. “‘Browsing the selection’ is what got me into the whole KNS fiasco,” she replied goodnaturedly, taking the last bite of her food. “So I would rather make myself blind to any further temptations. I certainly don’t need any more drama in my life at the moment.”

Raising an interested eyebrow, Beatrice watched Caleb, who had a thoughtful expression on his face. Before she could ask, he instead grinned, bidding the girls farewell with an excuse about needing to do some homework. It was odd, but it did remind her she had her own things to do, as it did with Jo and Demi. And thus, the two brunettes followed suit, saying goodbye to Caleb and Bea before making their way to their common room arm in arm. The childish argument had been forgotten, replaced instead with playful teasing about boys.

At that point the group would split, with Caleb leaving for the Ravenclaw dormitories, Demi presumably going to get ready for the night, Jo being Jo, and Beatrice...stayed where she was for the moment. Her heart was still racing somewhat, and she needed a minute to collect her thoughts. Caleb was so intent on exposing her that it made her nervous. It’s not like he didn’t have a point, but maybe she was secretly hoping that maybe things would go well with Demi and Noel.

It would certainly make her wanting Kalder for herself a lot easier.
@ReusableSword Hi, and thank you for the interest! As it stands, we are tentatively full! However, if the two others who expressed interest before you do not make a CS on time, I'll make sure to mention you and let you know of the open slot!
Agreed, I think 12 should be our cut off!


It is! @Denny and I decided as much in PMs. However, we won't close applications until all twelve players are confirmed to be participating.
@Skelm Loved the character! Brings in some spice to this hospital! Please place in him in the Character Tab and welcome aboard!
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