DOCTOR! | sting eucliffe x reader
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Sting and y/n were secondary rivals. Both had to be the best at EVERYTHING they did. So when they figure out they both want to be surgeons, it's a competition to see who can get into the...
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CHAPTER EIGHT — TODAY ON DR PHIL: A TRAITOR _______________________
"Ugh, I'm so happy me and Sting are finally done with that patient." A small sigh escape your lips, as you rub your cramped up shoulders.
"I still can't believe the two of you are finally getting along." Your face shrivelled up when a piece of chicken narrowly missed your hair, Natsu still unable to not speak with his mouth full.
The two of you continued making mindless small talk as you made your way to the canteen. Lately you'd been separating your time from eating with the surgeons, to eating with the nurses.
"Hey guys." Natsu greeted, pulling up a seat next to Lucy.
"Hi-
"What is she doing here?"
Rolling your eyes, you sit down. "It's a Tuesday Sting."
His eyes grew wide, as his chair scrapped harshly along the floor from him jumping to his feet. "Ohh come on people!" Sting threw his arms around in an almost theatrical way. "Don't tell me she's managed to actually fool you?"
"Sting, what are you on about?" Your eyebrows furrowed at his sudden sour mood at you. Complete and utterly confused at this unexpected outburst of his.
The past few weeks the two of had managed to sort of bond over that patient. Secrets glances accompanied by longing stares. Not-so-accidental brushes of skin upon skin, his tanned tones meeting your s/c. Many words died hard on both of your tongues, unsure of the others feelings.
You never understand why the phrase was "butterflies in my stomach.", for it felt like a stampede of ravaging Lion, tearing at your abdominal lining every time you saw him. What was wrong with you?
"Sting stop, you're making a scene." Natsu chair flew back, as he too jumped up.
"I'm sorry." Sarcasm dripped from the words he spat with a forked-tongue. "It's just an embarrassment to be stuck being seen with this whore."
By now a good amount of the canteen were staring, hungry for the free entertainment.
"Sting, watch it." Natsu growled through gritted teeth.
Ignoring his demands, Sting just leaned across the table. His blond hair tickling your forehead. "You will never, never be anything more than some slutty dick-hungry nurse. I don't even know how you got through nursing school, I think I even want to know how many people you sucked off to get your degree. How many people we talking here, tens, fifties?" Scoffing, his blue eyes trailed along your body. "By the looks of you, I don't even think I can count high enough."
