Anon Request-So can I get an angsty fluffy super smut but the reader ends hurt and kinda happy if that makes sense with Owen Hunt using "I can't believe you told them you were my fiancé." and "It's always a losing game with you." and "Did you love me (me/her/him/them)?" and "I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind." and "I shouldn't still be in love with you." and "Another nightmare?" do what you will with these. Also the character, can her name be Claire White and something about a southern draw bc im lowkey insecure about mine?
Summary-When a few of Owen's buddies from the war show up he tells a few lies and now your stuck in a place you don't want to be with your ex, who just might win you back over.
Warnings-Smut (do not want to ruin the surprise), Cursing, Mentions of Surgery?, Mentions of war, PTSD
AU! Cristina Is Married To Burke so her and Hunt never got together.
Ngl I listened to Gorilla by Bruno Mars throughout the entire smut part, repetitively.
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Claire's P.O.V.
"Dr. White?" A small girl stands behind me, around seven or eight, no more than nine years old, tugs on my jacket.
"Yes?" I smile down at her.
"Are you my doctor?" I nod my head at her, picking up the chart and passing it to Dr. Karev, waiting for him to read the chart.
"Charity Thompson, nine years old, diagnosed with appendicitis, scheduled for an appendectomy in one hour." He reads out, boredom seeping through his pores.
"Thank you, Dr. Karev." He nods at me, handing me the chart back. "Now, Charity, do you know what's going to happen?" She shakes her head and I look up at her mother, who looks just as confused. "Okay, well, we're going to go into your tummy," I poke at her sides, smiling as she giggles. "and we're going to take out some bad stuff, and leave you with a really cool battle scar, right here." I point to the spot it's going to be at.
"Cool." She says, amazement leaking from her.
"Okay, well, Dr. Karev is going to prep you, okay?" She nods and I step out, letting Alex prep her.
"Claire, he's cute, he's into you, just go out with him." Arizona speaks from behind me.
"Arizona, you and I, both, know why I can't."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Owen." My pager goes off, catching my attention.
"Speak of the devil, trauma page." I walk off, dreading seeing Owen.
"Ah, Claire, there you are." Owen smiles, making me wonder what he's doing.
"Hunt, you paged, where's the patient?" He comes close, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me, making me freeze up in shock before pulling him into an empty space in the E.R., slapping him.
"Sorry, I deserved that," He starts, holding a hand to his face. "my buddies are here, from Iraq, and they think we're engaged."
"I can't believe you told them you were my fiancé." I shriek.
"Well, they want us to go to an old cabin in the woods for the night, please?"
"Owen-" He cuts me off, grabbing my shoulders and looking into my eyes.
"Please, Claire."
"Fine, Owen, but I want some serious surgeries in return, and hands off, small kisses only." I push his hands off me, walking back out to where his friends are.
