#MR. M. WARD

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Tony Ward (@tony_ward_official) for @brunellocucinelli_brand

Film by @hunterandgatti

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SIMS ANATOMY - JAKE SIM

SYNOPSIS: you, a top cardiac surgeon, find yourself increasingly frustrated by the distraction over the hospital’s new head of neurosurgery, Dr. Jake Sim. Despite your initial annoyance, you can't help but notice Jake's charm and undeniable skills. As you keep running into each other, Jake’s persistent yet respectful flirtations begin to break through your professional exterior.

PAIRING: neurosurgeon! jake x cardio surgeon! reader

GENRE: workplace romance, situationship

WARNINGS: explicit smut, unprotected sex (don’t), oral (m and f receiving), angst, language, MDNI!!

wc: 12k

You step out of the OR, still riding the adrenaline high from the successful triple bypass surgery you just completed. The intricate dance of sutures and clamps still echoes in your mind as you head towards the nurses' station to update your patient's chart. You’ve always prided yourself on your precision and dedication, and today was no exception.

As you settle into the chair, logging into the system, you can't help but overhear snippets of conversation from the nearby nurses. Their voices are hushed but excited, and despite yourself, your ears prick up at the mention of a new doctor.

"Oh my god, have you seen Dr. Sim yet?" one nurse gushes, her voice practically dripping with admiration. "He's the new head of neuro. I can't believe he's not married with kids."

"Seriously, he's so handsome," another chimes in. "I thought doctors like him only existed in movies."

You roll your eyes internally, feeling a twinge of annoyance. These nurses should be focusing on their patients, not swooning over some new doctor. You know the type—charming, overconfident, used to turning heads wherever he goes. You’ve seen it a hundred times. It’s frustrating to think that professional women, who you’ve seen handle the toughest of medical crises with unflinching composure, could be so easily distracted by a pretty face.

"He smiled at me in the break room," another voice adds, dreamy and far away. "I nearly melted."

You resist the urge to scoff out loud. Instead, you channel your irritation into the chart in front of you, updating the post-op notes with meticulous detail. Your patient, Mr. Harrison, came through the surgery well, and you want to ensure there are no loose ends in his care plan. His vitals are stable, and the grafts look good. You make a note to check on him in an hour.

The chatter continues unabated. "I heard he’s a genius in the OR," someone says. "Apparently, he’s revolutionized some new technique in neurosurgery."

"Brains and looks? Not fair," another nurse quips, and they all dissolve into giggles.

You finish charting, your irritation only growing. It’s not that you begrudge the nurses their moment of levity—being a nurse is hard, often thankless work, and they deserve a bit of fun. But the object of their admiration rubs you the wrong way. You’ve had to work twice as hard to be taken seriously in a male-dominated field, and the idea of a doctor coasting on his looks and charm irks you.

Shaking your head slightly, you stand up and grab the chart. There’s still a lot to do, and you don’t have time to dwell on some pretty boy neurosurgeon. If he’s really as good as they say, you’ll see for yourself soon enough. And if not, well, you’ve never had a problem putting overconfident doctors in their place.

As you walk away from the nurses' station, you hear one last wistful sigh. "I can't wait to see him in action."

Neither can you, you think, but for entirely different reasons.

You step out of the OR, mind still buzzing with the details of the successful valve replacement surgery you just completed. you head to the cardiac unit to check on post-op patients, but something feels off. The usually bustling ward is eerily quiet, with only one nurse, Olivia, stationed at the desk.

“Olivia,” you calls out, her voice cutting through the silence. “Where is everyone?”

Olivia looks up, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes. “They’re at lunch,” she replies a little too quickly, her tone unconvincing.

you narrows her eyes, knowing Olivia well enough to sense when she’s not telling the full truth. “Olivia...” you say in a stern voice, crossing your arms.

Olivia shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. “Okay, fine,” she sighs, her shoulders slumping. “They’re in OR 2’s gallery.”

Confusion flickers across your face. “Why would they be in the gallery?” you ask, your irritation growing.

“Dr. Sim is clipping an aneurysm,” Olivia admits, unable to meet your eyes.

That’s all you need to know, storming off towards the gallery, your footsteps echoing through the hallways. The idea of your nurses neglecting their duties to watch a surgery infuriates your. Jake’s presence in the hospital had already been a source of frustration, and now he was serving as a distraction for your team.

Reaching the gallery, you push open the door and stride in, your eyes scanning the crowd of nurses huddled around the glass, their attention glued to the procedure below. you spot Jake in the OR, skillfully clipping the aneurysm, his focus unwavering.

“What is going on here?” you demand, voice slicing through the murmurs. The nurses jump, turning to face you with wide eyes. “Why are you all here instead of attending to your patients?”

One of the nurses, Carla, steps forward, stammering. “We... we just wanted to see Dr. Sim’s technique. It’s supposed to be groundbreaking.”

your glare is icy. “I don’t care how groundbreaking it is. Your patients come first. Get back to your stations, now.”

The nurses scurry out, their heads bowed in embarrassment. you watch them go, your anger simmering. Jake’s impressive skills might have captivated your team, but to you, he was nothing more than a distraction. you couldn’t afford to have the nurses slacking off, not when lives depended on their diligence.

you turn back to the OR, eyes locking onto Jake. For a brief moment, your gazes meet through the glass, and you see a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, perhaps? Or was it amusement? Shaking off the thought, you storm out of the gallery, determined to keep your team on track and your own frustrations with Jake in check.

You catch sight of Jake coming out of the OR, his surgical cap still on and his scrubs marked with the evidence of a long, intense procedure. He’s engrossed in conversation with another surgeon, but as you approach, he looks up and meets your gaze.

“You must be Dr. Sim,” you say, your voice firm.

Jake smiles, wiping his hands with a towel. “Dr. Y/L/N, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“I could say the same about you,” you reply, not missing a beat. “Seeing as you’re the reason my nurses are disappearing during their shifts to watch this so-called groundbreaking technique of yours.”

His smile falters slightly, and he raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize my surgeries were causing any issues. I’m sorry if they’ve been a distraction.”

“They have,” you state bluntly, crossing your arms. “My team’s focus should be on their patients, not on observing other procedures or a certain brain surgeon, no matter how impressive they might be.”

Jake’s lips curl into a playful grin. “Oh, so you think I’m impressive?”

You feel a flush of annoyance, typical behavior for a neurosurgeon, always so full of themselves. “I didn’t say that.”

“But you implied it,” he teases, taking a step closer. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

You narrow your eyes, trying to maintain your stern demeanor. “My team doesn’t have time for distractions, Dr. Sim.”

“Fair enough,” he replies, his tone still light but his expression more serious. “I understand, and I’ll make sure to address it with the staff. I didn’t mean to disrupt the unit.”

You study him for a moment, gauging his sincerity. Despite your irritation, there’s something about his demeanor that disarms you slightly. You can’t help but notice his deep brown eyes, plump lips, and the way his Australian accent is way more attractive than it should be. You understand, in that moment, why the nurses might be so captivated.

“Good,” you say, your tone softening just a touch. “I appreciate that.”

Jake smiles again, this time a bit more warmly. “And if it’s any consolation, your reputation as a top cardiac surgeon is well-deserved. I look forward to working alongside you.”

“Likewise,” you reply, giving him a curt nod before turning to leave. As you walk away, you can’t shake the mixture of irritation and intrigue. Jake Sim might be causing headaches for your unit, but there’s no denying his skill and charm. You just hope he proves to be more than just a distraction.

A few days later, you find yourself in the hospital’s busy hallway, reviewing patient charts on your tablet. The hum of activity around you is a comforting backdrop until a familiar voice interrupts your focus.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” Jake calls out, his voice carrying that unmistakable Australian lilt. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You look up, and there he is, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Dr. Sim,” you acknowledge with a nod, trying to keep your tone neutral. “What can I do for you?”

“Just thought I’d say hello,” he replies, pushing off the wall and sauntering over to you. “And maybe ask how you’re doing.”

“I’m fine, thank you,” you respond, keeping your eyes on your tablet.

“Busy as usual, I see,” he notes, glancing at the screen. “You ever take a break?”

“Breaks are for people who don’t have critical patients to tend to,” you reply, not looking up.

He chuckles, the sound warm and annoyingly pleasant. “You know, there’s more to life than work. Maybe you need someone to remind you of that.”

You finally look up, raising an eyebrow. “And I suppose you think you’re that someone?”

“Could be,” he says with a confident grin. “I mean, who better to show you the lighter side of things?”

You roll your eyes, but a small smile tugs at your lips. “You’re quite sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Confidence is a necessity in our line of work,” he says, his eyes locking onto yours. “But I’ve heard it helps in other areas too.”

“Oh really? Like what?” you ask, despite yourself.

He leans in a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Like convincing brilliant surgeons to step out of their comfort zones once in a while.”

You scoff lightly, shaking your head. “I don’t need convincing, Dr. Sim. I have my priorities straight.”

“Of course you do,” he replies smoothly. “But even the best of us need a break sometimes. Don’t worry, I’m not asking you out. Just offering a bit of friendly advice.”

You look at him, trying to figure out if he’s serious. “Friendly advice, huh?”

“Absolutely,” he says with a wink. “Think of it as a, professional courtesy.”

You can’t help but laugh, despite your best efforts to stay stern. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“I get that a lot,” he says, flashing that infuriatingly charming smile. “Anyway, I’ll let you get back to saving lives. But if you ever need a reminder of what fun looks like, you know where to find me.”

later that day, the hospital corridors are quieter than usual as you make your way to the elevators, finally heading home after a long shift. The soft hum of the building is almost soothing after the constant noise of the OR. You press the button and wait, your mind already shifting to thoughts of a hot shower and some much-needed sleep.

The elevator dings, and as the doors slide open, you see Jake standing inside, leaning against the back wall, his expression relaxed but alert. He looks up and his face lights up with a familiar, playful smile.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” he greets, stepping aside to make room for you. “Heading home too?”

“Dr. Sim,” you reply, stepping in and pressing the button for the ground floor. “Looks like it.”

The doors close, and the elevator begins its descent. The enclosed space suddenly feels a bit smaller with the two of you in it.

“Long day?” he asks, glancing over at you.

“You could say that,” you respond, leaning back against the wall. “You?”

“Same here,” he says, a hint of fatigue creeping into his voice. “But it’s all part of the job, right?”

You nod, a brief silence settling between you. It’s not uncomfortable, but there’s an unspoken tension, a mix of mutual respect and something else you can’t quite put your finger on.

“So,” Jake breaks the silence, a teasing note in his voice. “Any plans for the evening? Or are you one of those surgeons who lives and breathes work even at home?”

You raise an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. “And what about you? Do you have a life outside the hospital, Dr. Sim?”

He laughs softly, the sound warm and genuine. “I try to, when I’m not dealing with brain surgery. But I’ll admit, it’s a challenge. The job can be all-consuming.”

“Tell me about it,” you agree, your tone more relaxed now. “Sometimes it feels like there’s no room for anything else.”

“Maybe that’s why it’s important to find some balance,” he says, his voice sincere. “Even if it’s just little moments here and there.”

You look at him, considering his words. There’s more to Jake than the cocky, flirtatious persona he often projects. “I suppose you’re right.”

The elevator dings again, signaling your arrival at the ground floor. As the doors open, you both step out into the lobby, the cool night air from outside brushing against your skin.

“Need a ride?” Jake offers, his tone casual but there’s a glint of genuine concern in his eyes. “It’s pretty late.”

“I’m good, thanks,” you reply, appreciating the offer but not ready to blur those professional lines just yet. “But I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Count on it,” he says with a wink. “Have a good night, Dr. Y/L/N.”

“You too, Dr. Sim,” you respond, turning to head towards your car.

As you walk away, you can’t help but feel a strange mix of irritation and curiosity. Jake Sim might be a distraction, but there’s no denying that he’s also starting to become a presence you can’t quite ignore. And maybe, just maybe, that’s not entirely a bad thing.

The next day, you find yourself scrubbing in for a complex procedure. Today’s case is a particularly challenging one: a patient with both a severe cardiac condition and a cerebral aneurysm, requiring the combined expertise of both cardiac and neuro specialists. As you meticulously scrub your hands and arms, you hear the familiar voice of Jake Sim beside you.

“Looks like we’re working together today,” he says, his tone a mix of professionalism and that signature playful edge.

You glance over, meeting his eyes. “Seems like it. Ready for this?”

“Always,” he replies, his confident smile never wavering. “I’ve been looking forward to this case. It’s not every day we get to tackle something this intricate together.”

You nod, appreciating his enthusiasm despite your initial reservations about him. “Agreed. The patient’s condition is precarious. We need to be perfectly in sync.”

Jake gives you a serious nod, his demeanor shifting. “Absolutely. Let’s make sure we give them the best outcome possible.”

You both finish scrubbing in and enter the OR, where the patient is already prepped and waiting. The atmosphere is charged with a mix of tension and anticipation, the surgical team moving with practiced precision. As you take your place on one side of the patient, Jake positions himself on the other, eyes meeting over the sterile field.

“Ready to start?” you ask, your voice steady and focused.

“Ready,” Jake confirms, his expression equally determined.

The surgery begins, and the OR fills with the rhythmic beeping of monitors and the soft hum of machinery. You work methodically, your hands moving with practiced precision as you navigate the complex landscape of the patient’s heart. Jake mirrors your concentration, his focus unbroken as he tackles the aneurysm with equal skill.

“Forceps,” you request, your voice calm and controlled.

“Here,” the scrub nurse says, passing the instrument with a fluid motion. “How’s the heart looking?” jake asks

“Stable,” you reply, glancing up briefly to meet his eyes. “How about the aneurysm?”

“It’s going well,” he answers, his tone steady. “We’re almost there.”

As the surgery progresses, you find yourselves falling into a natural rhythm, your movements synchronized in a way that surprises you. There’s a subtle, unspoken understanding between you, each anticipating the other’s needs and adjustments.

“Nice work on that bypass,” Jake comments, his tone genuinely appreciative.

“Thanks,” you reply, a small smile forming behind your mask. “Your precision with the aneurysm is impressive.”

“Coming from you, that means a lot,” he says, and you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

Hours pass, but the intensity of your focus never wanes. Finally, as the last suture is placed and the patient’s vitals stabilize, you both step back, a sense of accomplishment settling over you.

“Great job, everyone,” you say to the team, who respond with nods and murmurs of agreement.

Jake meets your eyes, his expression one of respect and something more. “We make a good team, Dr. Y/L/N.”

You nod, feeling a surprising sense of camaraderie. “We do, Dr. Sim. Let’s hope the patient has a smooth recovery.”

As you step out of the OR and begin the process of de-scrubbing, you can’t help but reflect on the day’s events. Working alongside Jake, seeing his skill and dedication firsthand, has shifted your perspective. He’s still cocky, still flirty, but there’s depth and talent beneath that exterior.

“Drinks tonight to celebrate?” Jake asks, a teasing glint in his eye as you both head towards the locker rooms.

You laugh, shaking your head. “Maybe another time, Dr. Sim. But good work today.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he says, dropping the formalities for a moment. “Seriously, it was an honor working with you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” you admit, giving him a genuine smile before heading off to change.

The next few weeks bring more opportunities for you and Jake to work together, and each collaboration reveals another layer of his skill and personality. Despite his initial cockiness, Jake proves to be a dedicated and talented surgeon, and you begin to see him in a new light. The more time you spend together in the OR, the more you find yourself appreciating his expertise and even enjoying his company.

One evening, you find yourself finishing up some paperwork in the quiet cardiac unit. The day had been long, but fulfilling, with several successful surgeries under your belt. As you look up from your desk, you see Jake approaching, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Hey," he says, leaning against the doorframe. "You still here?"

"Just wrapping up," you reply, setting aside your pen. "What about you?"

"Same," he says, stepping into your office. "I was going to head out, but I thought I'd check in on you first."

"Checking in on me, huh?" you say with a hint of amusement. "What for?"

"Well, I was thinking," he starts, a bit more serious than usual. "We've been working together a lot lately, and I wanted to say thank you. For trusting me in the OR and for being an amazing colleague."

You feel a warm glow at his words, appreciating the sincerity behind them. "Thank you, Jake. You've been a great partner in the OR. I couldn't have asked for a better neurosurgeon to collaborate with."

Jake smiles, the familiar twinkle returning to his eyes. "You know, I think we make a pretty good team."

"I think so too," you admit, a small smile playing on your lips. "It's been nice, working with you."

"Nice, huh?" he teases, his playful side emerging once more. "I'll take that as a high compliment coming from you."

You laugh softly, shaking your head. "Don't let it go to your head, Sim."

He chuckles, but his expression soon turns more contemplative. "You know, I've been thinking about what I said the other day. About balance and taking breaks. It's something I'm not great at either."

"a little hypocritical to be giving me advice then no?," you reply, your tone light but teasing. "It's hard to switch off when our work is so demanding."

"Exactly," he agrees. "But I've realized that maybe we could help each other with that. Maybe we could find a way to balance things out a bit more."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "And how do you propose we do that?"

"How about we start with something simple?" he suggests. "Like taking a real break. Maybe grab a coffee together, no work talk allowed. Just two colleagues, taking a breather."

You consider his offer, the idea surprisingly appealing. "Alright, Dr. Sim. Coffee sounds good."

Jake's smile widens, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "Great. Tomorrow morning, then? Before our rounds?"

"Tomorrow morning," you agree, feeling a flutter of anticipation.

The next morning, you find yourself at the hospital’s small café, waiting for Jake. The early hour means the space is quiet, with only a few other staff members milling about. When Jake arrives, he’s carrying two steaming cups of coffee, a smile on his face.

“Good morning,” he greets, handing you a cup. “Thought I’d get us a head start.”

“Thanks,” you say, accepting the coffee and taking a sip. “So, what’s on your mind, Dr. Sim?”

“Just enjoying the company,” he replies, sitting down across from you. “And maybe getting to know the person behind the scalpel a little better.”

You chuckle, feeling a bit more at ease. “Alright, what do you want to know?”

“Let’s start simple,” he says, leaning forward slightly. “What do you do when you’re not saving lives?”

You think for a moment, realizing how rare it is for you to talk about anything other than work. “I like to read, mostly. And sometimes I go for a run. It helps clear my head.”

“Sounds nice,” he says, nodding. “I’m more of a swimmer myself. It’s the one thing that keeps me sane outside the OR.”

“Swimming, huh?” you ask, surprised. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a swimmer.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Y/N,” he says, his tone teasing but with a hint of seriousness.

“Maybe,” you admit, feeling a strange curiosity about him. “But I’m starting to think I’d like to find out.”

The conversation flows easily, and you find yourself genuinely enjoying the time with Jake. As you talk, you see different sides of him—his passion for his work, his dedication to his patients, and even a vulnerable side that he rarely shows.

When it’s time to head back to your respective departments, you feel a sense of connection that wasn’t there before. Maybe Jake Sim is more than just a distraction. Maybe he’s someone worth getting to know.

As you part ways, he gives you a warm smile. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Same time,” you agree, already looking forward to it.

And so, a new routine begins. Coffee in the mornings, shared surgeries, and increasingly personal conversations. The barriers you once held up start to crumble, and you find yourself drawn to Jake in ways you hadn’t anticipated.

Weeks pass, and the connection between you grows stronger. One evening, after another successful surgery, Jake catches up to you in the hallway.

“Hey,” he says, slightly out of breath. “Do you have a minute?”

“Sure,” you reply, curious.

“I was thinking,” he starts, looking a bit nervous for the first time. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together, and I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you. I’d like to take you out for dinner. No work, just us.”

You feel a flutter of surprise and anticipation. “Dinner?”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “What do you say?”

You consider for a moment, then nod. “Alright, Jake. Dinner sounds good.”

As he walks away, you can’t help but smile.

The evening of your date arrives, and you’re both excited and a bit nervous. You’ve chosen a smart but casual outfit, and after a final check in the mirror, you’re ready. Your heart flutters with anticipation as you hear the sound of a car pulling up outside your apartment.

When you open the door, Jake is standing there, looking effortlessly charming in a blazer and jeans. His eyes light up as he sees you, and he smiles warmly.

“Dr. Y/L/N,” he says with a grin. “You look pretty.”

“Thank you, Dr. Sim,” you reply with a smile, feeling a bit flustered. “You look pretty sharp yourself.”

He gestures to the car parked behind him. “Shall we?”

You nod and follow him down to the car. As you slide into the passenger seat, Jake starts the engine and glances over with a playful smile.

“So, are you ready for an evening of fine dining and even finer conversation?” he asks, his tone light and teasing.

“I’m definitely looking forward to it,” you reply, settling into the seat and feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity.

As he drives, the conversation flows easily. Jake talks about his day and a recent surgery he performed, and you share some anecdotes from your own work. The drive is filled with laughter and engaging conversation, making you feel more at ease.

When you arrive at the restaurant, Jake parks and opens the door for you, offering his hand to help you out. The restaurant is a cozy bistro with warm lighting and a relaxed atmosphere. Jake leads you inside and to your reserved table, which is positioned by a window with a view of the city lights.

“This place looks lovely,” you say as you take your seat, admiring the ambiance.

“I’m glad you like it,” Jake replies, settling into his chair across from you. “I thought it would be a nice spot for our first dinner out.”

The evening progresses with delightful conversation and delicious food. Jake is attentive and charming, making sure you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself. As you both talk about various topics, you find yourself opening up more than you expected.

At one point, Jake asks, “What’s something you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t had the chance to yet?”

You think for a moment, considering the question. “I’ve always wanted to take a cooking class. I love to cook, but I think it would be fun to learn some new techniques and recipes.”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Jake says, nodding. “Maybe we could take a class together sometime. I’ve always wanted to learn how to cook Italian cuisine.”

You smile at the thought. “That could be fun. I’d be up for that.”

As the evening progresses, the conversation turns more personal. Jake shares stories about his family and his upbringing in Australia. He talks about the challenges of being far from home and the sacrifices he’s made for his career.

“It’s not always easy being so far away from my family,” Jake admits. “I miss them a lot, especially during the holidays.”

“I can imagine,” you say sympathetically. “My family is close by, and we have our own share of drama, but I’m grateful for their support.”

Jake nods, appreciating your understanding. “Family can be complicated, but it’s important to have that support system.”

You both continue to share personal stories and insights, finding common ground in your experiences. By the end of the evening, you feel a genuine connection with Jake, one that goes beyond professional respect.

When the check arrives, Jake insists on paying. “It’s my treat tonight,” he says with a smile. “Consider it a small thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“Thank you, Jake,” you reply, feeling touched by his gesture. “I really appreciate it.”

. The night air is crisp and refreshing, and the drive home is filled with easy conversation. When you arrive at your apartment, Jake parks and turns to you with a hopeful expression.

“I had a great time tonight,” he says softly. “I hope you did too.”

“I did,” you reply with a smile. “Thank you for such a lovely evening.”

you hesitate for a moment, then look at jake with a warm smile. “Would you like to come up? Maybe just hang out and talk some more?”

he considers the offer, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. “That sounds nice. I’d love to.”

He smiles and follows you up to your apartment. As you enter, the space feels even more welcoming with the soft lighting and cozy atmosphere. You both get comfortable on the couch with drinks, and the conversation continues to flow effortlessly.

You find yourselves talking about everything from past relationships to future aspirations. As the conversation flows, Jake starts to open up about his past relationships. “You know, I’ve had my fair share of relationships that didn’t work out. One of the biggest challenges was balancing the demands of work and personal life. It’s not easy to find someone who understands the hours and the emotional toll.”

“I get that,” you say sympathetically. “It’s hard to maintain a relationship when your job takes up so much of your time and energy. My last relationship ended for similar reasons.”

Jake looks at you with genuine curiosity. “What happened?”

You take a deep breath, reflecting on your past. “We were together for a few years, and it started out great. But as time went on, he couldn’t handle the unpredictability of my schedule and the stress of my job. We drifted apart, and eventually, we just grew in different directions.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Jake says softly. “It’s never easy to end a relationship, especially when it’s someone you care about.”

“Thanks,” you reply. “It’s part of life, I guess. We both moved on and found our own paths.”

Jake nods, taking a sip of his wine. The easy conversation slows, a new, more, intimate silence settling between the two of you.

Jake shifts slightly, closing the gap between you. his eyes locked on yours. you could feel the heat radiating off his body, and you suddenly felt very aware of your own. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

your heart raced as Jake leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. you responded eagerly, parting your lips to allow his tongue to explore your mouth. you could feel the heat building between you as you kissed, your bodies pressed together.

Jake's hands began to wander, tracing patterns on your back. you could feel his fingers brushing against the zipper of your dress, and you shivered with anticipation.

Jake pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "May I?" he asked, his hand hovering over the zipper.

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. Jake slowly unzipped the dress, his fingers brushing against your skin as he did so. You felt a thrill run through your body as the dress fell to the floor, leaving her standing in just your matching black bra and panties.

Jake's eyes roamed over yourbody, taking in every inch of you. You could feel yourself growing wet as he looked at you, his desire obvious and reflecting your own.

Jake stepped closer to you, his hands reaching out to touch you. You could feel his fingers tracing the lace of your bra, you shivered with pleasure. He leaned in and began to kiss your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

a soft moan escapes as Jake's lips moved down your body, his hands following close behind. “you’re so fucking beautiful” He reached your breasts, his fingers tracing the outline of your nipples through the lace of your bra. You could feel yourself growing wetter with every touch, your body begging for more. “been thinking about this since the first day I saw you”

Jake reached behind You and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor. He cupped your tits in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your nipples. You moaned as he touched you, your body responding to his touch.

Jake's mouth moved lower, his lips brushing against your stomach. you could feel his breath against her skin, and she shivered with anticipation. “w-ant you” He reached for your panties, “relax baby I got you”, his fingers tracing the outline of your pussy through the fabric.

you gasp as Jake's fingers slip beneath your panties, his fingers exploring your folds. you could feel yourself growing wetter with every touch, your body begging for more.

Jake pulled your panties down, his eyes locked on your pussy, “shit baby, you’re so wet f’me, such a pretty pussy” He leaned in and began to kiss your inner thighs, his lips igniting the heat pooling in your lower belly.

Jakes mouth moved lower, his lips brushing against your pussy. a loud moan leaves your lips as he began to lick at your entrance, your hand instinctively going between your legs to run your fingers through his black locks. “fuck, jake feels so fucking good don’t stop” he hums in response, the vibration going straight to your core.

he’s practically making out with your cunt licking and sucking, his saliva and your juices combined, making a mess on your couch, but that was the last thing on your mind right now. “fuck i’m c-cuming” your orgasm rapidly approaching. “yeah baby cum on my tongue, fuck can’t get enough of you, you taste so sweet”. at his words, your orgasm hits you like a wave, your body shaking with pleasure.

Jake stood up, his eyes locked on yours. you could see the desire in his eyes, and you knew what he wanted. you reached out and unbuttoned his pants, fingers brushing against his hard cock.

Jake stepped out of his pants, his hard cock springing free. while he wasn’t remarkably long, he definitely made up for it in girth. You reached out and wrapped your hand around it, stroking it gently. “ah shit baby” you could feel him growing harder in your hand, your excitement noticable.

he pushed you down onto the couch, climbing on top of you. “condom?” he asked, stopping in his tracks before he gets too ahead of himself. “it’s fine, just put it in” you reach down between you two, taking hold of his length as you begin to guide his cock into your dripping heat. his cock twitches at the thought of feeling you with nothing in between, “fuck, are you sure?”, “yeah, m’on the pill, just fuck me already please” your walls clench around nothing, needing to feel him inside you more than anything.

without another word he slides in. the stinging sensation quickly turning into one of pleasure. your pussy gripping him tightly as he sets a pace that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “so fucking tight, pretty, you’re squeezing me so good. pussy was made for my cock mhm?” you can’t even find the words to reply, the pleasure all too much to even think straight.

“feels so good jake” your words encourage him, his thrusts growing more quick, chasing his release as well as your own. the room is filled moans and the sloppy, wet sounds of his cock pounding into your hole. “s-so close, faster baby, want your cum inside me” you don’t have to tell him twice, his hips snapping into a pace that has you seeing stars.

“cum for me baby, cum on my cock” his hand reaches between you to rub your clit in quick circles, sending you over the edge “fuck! i’m cumming!” your release consumes you, his following not too long after.

he collapses next to you on the tiny couch, the both of you panting and out of breath as you come down from your high. “that was amazing” you turn your head to look at him, his eyes closed from pure euphoria he just experienced. “amazing is an understatement. it was fan fucking tastic” you let out a laugh at his pure honesty, a comfortable silence settling in the room.

he pulls you in by your waist, positioning you so your back is against his chest, a more comfortable position since your couch is definitely not meant for this. “i had a good time tonight” you can’t help the smile that grows on your face “me too”

as if the universe was against you, a beeping noise cuts through the silence, ending your moment. his pager was going off, they probably needed him back at the hospital, the realization of your jobs hitting you like a truck. “way to ruin the moment” he says getting up to check the pager “I gotta go, i’ll see you at work?” you smile at him nodding. he quickly gets dressed and presses a quick peck to your lips “get some rest” he tells you before rushing out the door to make his way to the hospital.

you can’t help but be a little disappointed. The obligation of your job was one of the many reasons you didn’t date, simply because it didn’t work. why did you expect this to be any different?

you drift off into a slumber, too tired to let your thoughts cloud your mind.

The next morning, the hospital is bustling with the usual chaos as you walk through the corridors towards your office. Despite the busy environment, your mind keeps drifting back to the night before with Jake. The memory of his touch, his kisses, and the intimate conversations you shared fills you with a warm, lingering sense of connection.

As you turn the corner, you see Jake standing near the nurses’ station, discussing a case with a colleague. He looks up and catches your eye, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. There’s a new glint in his eyes that wasn’t there before, a mixture of warmth and mischief.

“Good morning, Dr. Y/L/N,” Jake calls out, his tone playful and a bit louder than necessary, drawing the attention of nearby staff. “Did you sleep well?”

You feel a blush rising but manage to keep your composure. “Good morning, Dr. Sim. I did, thank you. And you?”

“didn’t sleep much, had a lot on my mind,” he replies, his grin widening as he walks over to you. “Must be the excellent company I had last night.”

Several nurses and doctors nearby glance over with curious expressions, but Jake seems unfazed. He stops just a bit too close, his presence commanding your attention. “I was hoping we might catch up over lunch. I’ve been craving some more of those conversations we had.”

You raise an eyebrow, fighting the smile that’s threatening to break through. “Is that so? Well, I’ll have to check my schedule.”

Jake chuckles, leaning in slightly. “You do that. In the meantime, if you need anything at all, you know where to find me.” His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “Or maybe I should say, you know where to call me.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head at his audacity. “I’ll keep that in mind, Dr. Sim.”

He winks at you before stepping back, returning to his conversation with the colleague but not without a lingering glance over his shoulder.

Throughout the morning, you find yourself running into Jake more often than usual. Each time, he manages to throw in a playful comment or a flirty remark, making it clear that last night’s intimacy has only fueled his interest.

In the break room, you’re pouring a cup of coffee when Jake slips in beside you. “we meet again,” he says, his tone light. “I was just thinking about how good you look in scrubs.”

You roll your eyes but smile, feeling a flutter of excitement. “Really? I’m sure you say that to all the doctors.”

“Only the ones who make a lasting impression,” he replies smoothly, his eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.

Later, while reviewing patient charts at your desk, you receive a text from Jake. It’s a picture of a heart drawn on a napkin, with a message: “Couldn’t help but think of you during rounds.”

You can’t stop the grin that spreads across your face. It’s clear that Jake’s flirting isn’t just a passing fancy; there’s a genuine interest and warmth behind his actions that makes your heart skip a beat.

Weeks turn into months, and your relationship with Jake settles into a comfortable, intimate rhythm. Without any formal labels, your connection grows deeper, rooted in shared moments and unspoken understandings. Lunches in the cafeteria become a regular occurrence, interspersed with stolen glances across the OR and late-night encounters that leave you breathless and wanting more.

You find yourself looking forward to these moments, the thrill of sneaking around adding a layer of excitement. During shifts, Jake’s flirtatious comments become a highlight of your day.

One afternoon, you’re in the break room, reviewing patient charts when Jake walks in, his usual confident stride and easy smile making your heart skip a beat. He leans against the counter, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Hey, beautiful. Busy?” he asks, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Always,” you reply, trying to keep your tone light despite the turmoil in your chest.

Jake walks over, his presence commanding your attention. “You look like you could use a break. How about a coffee?”

You glance at the clock, knowing you have a few minutes to spare. “Sure, why not?”

As you walk to the “coffee shop” side by side, jake quickly takes a glance around to make sure no one is watching and pulls you into the on-call room, the tension between you palpable, you can’t help but feel the thrill of anticipation. The moment the door closes behind you, Jake’s hands are on your waist, pulling you close. His lips find yours in a kiss that’s both urgent and tender, a mix of passion and familiarity that leaves you breathless.

“You’ve been on my mind all day,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands roaming over your back.

“you pulled me away for this?” you let out a slight chuckle. “mhm want you so bad” his lips move down to your neck “jake we’re at work.”

your eyes shut closed, enjoying the feeling of his soft, plump lips on that sweet spot behind you ear that he always found instantly. “doors locked, no one’s coming in here” he mutters out.

you give in, your hands immediately going to his pants and undoing the tie on his scrub bottoms. “well in that case, I wanna suck your cock” you whispered, lowering down into your knees in front of him. Jake's eyes widened in surprise, but then he grinned.

"Fuck, yeah," he said, dropping his pants and boxers. His cock was hard and thick, the tip already glistening with precum, your heart pounding with excitement.

you reached out and wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it gently. Jake groaned and closed his eyes, his head thrown back. you leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum. Jake's groan grew louder as you opened your mouth and took him in, lips sliding down his veiny shaft.

you started to suck, head bobbing up and down as youworked his cock. Jake's hands were in yoir hair, guiding you as you sucked him off. you could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, his balls tightening as he got closer to cumming.

"yeah, baby," Jake groaned, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked your mouth. "You're gonna make me cum so hard."

You moan around his cock, the sound vibrating through his shaft. You could feel his cock twitching in yourmouth, his balls tightening even more. you continued faster, fingers digging into his thighs as you worked him.

Jake's groans grew louder, his thrusts more urgent. you could feel his cock swelling, his precum flowing freely. you sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as your mouth got him to his release.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Jake groaned, his hips bucking as he came hard in your mouth. You swallowed, throat working as you took every drop of his cum. Jake's hands were in you hair, holding your head as he came, his hips still thrusting as he emptied himself into your mouth.

When he was done, you pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Jake's cock was still hard, but it was starting to soften. You stood up, smiling at him.

"Did you like that?" you asked, voice soft and seductive. Jake grinned, his eyes still glazed with pleasure.

"I loved it," he said, pulling you into a kiss. "That was amazing."

As the weeks went on, you and Jake continued the little rhythm you had set in place. He flirted with you every chance he got. The both of you ending up in each others beds more often than not.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day at the hospital, you’re sitting in your apartment, staring blankly at the schedule in front of you. Your mind keeps drifting back to Jake—the way he looked at you during lunch, the warmth of his hand on your back as he guided you through the crowded cafeteria. The realization hits you like a tidal wave: you’re falling for him. Hard.

It terrifies you.

You’ve always prided yourself on being focused, dedicated, and in control of your emotions. But with Jake, everything feels different. The boundaries you set for yourself are blurring, and you’re not sure if you can handle the implications.

The demands of your job loom heavily over you. The long hours, the constant pressure, and the emotional toll of the medical field leave little room for anything else. As you stare at the schedule for the coming weeks, packed with surgeries and patient consultations, the reality sinks in: maintaining a relationship would be nearly impossible. The thought of trying to juggle your career and a growing emotional commitment to Jake feels overwhelming. After much soul-searching, you come to a difficult conclusion. It’s not fair to him or to yourself to continue something you can’t fully sustain. With a heavy heart, you decide it’s best to end things, believing that stepping back is the only way to preserve the little balance in your life.

The next day, you’re in the break room, trying to focus on patient charts when Jake walks in. He greets you with his usual easy smile, his eyes lighting up when he sees you.

“Hey, what are you up to?” he asks, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.

“just charting, the usual,” you reply, trying to keep your tone light despite the turmoil in your chest.

Jake walks over, his presence commanding your attention. “You wanna step away for a bit and grab lunch with me?”

You hesitate, the words on the tip of your tongue. You want to say yes, but the fear of what it might mean if you keep going down this path holds you back. “Actually, I have a lot to catch up on. Maybe another time.”

Jake’s brow furrows, a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Everything okay?”

You force a smile, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Yeah, just a bit overwhelmed with work.”

He doesn’t push, but you can see the worry in his eyes as he nods and leaves you to your charts.

Over the next few days, you start to pull back, keeping your interactions with Jake strictly professional. You avoid the on-call room, decline his offers for lunch, and keep your conversations short and to the point. It’s not easy, and you can see the confusion and hurt in his eyes every time you brush him off.

One evening, you’re leaving the hospital when you run into Jake in the parking lot. He’s leaning against his car, arms crossed, his expression serious.

“Y/N, can we talk?” he asks, his voice a mix of frustration and concern.

You nod, knowing you can’t avoid this conversation forever. “Sure.”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. “What’s going on? You’ve been avoiding me, and I don’t understand why. Did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. “No, Jake, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just… I’ve been thinking a lot about us. About what we’re doing.”

Jake’s expression softens, and he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. “Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?”

You shift uncomfortably, feeling the weight of your decision pressing down on you. “I’ve realized that I can’t keep up with a relationship right now. Our jobs are so demanding, and I’m constantly running on empty. I don’t think I can give you the attention and commitment you deserve.”

Jake’s expression shifts from confusion to hurt. “Y/N, I thought we were making this work. Why now? What changed?”

You struggle to keep your voice steady, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. “It’s not about you. It’s about me and my inability to balance everything. I’ve been trying to make it work, but I can’t keep up with both my job and a relationship. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

Jake’s eyes drop to the floor, and he takes a deep breath, trying to process what you’ve said. “So, this is it? You’re just… ending things? before they even started?”

You nod, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “I think it’s best. I care about you a lot, but right now, I can’t handle more than what I’ve got.”

Jake remains silent for a moment, then looks back at you with a pained expression. “I get it, Y/N. If this is what you need, then I respect your decision. But it doesn’t make it any easier.”

You reach out, touching his arm gently. “I’m so sorry, Jake. This isn’t what I wanted, but I need to focus on my career right now. I hope you understand.”

He nods, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and acceptance. “Yeah, I understand. It doesn’t make it any less painful, but I get it.”

As you turn to leave, you feel a deep ache in your chest, knowing that you’ve made the right decision for yourself, but also feeling the weight of the loss. The break room seems colder now, and the empty space where Jake used to stand feels like a gaping hole in your heart.

Adjusting to life without Jake is more challenging than you anticipated. The hospital, once a place of shared glances and flirtatious banter, now feels strangely empty. The absence of his smile, his reassuring presence, and the warmth of his touch leaves a void that’s hard to ignore.

At work, you focus intently on your patients and your responsibilities, but the familiar routine feels different. The small moments that once brought you joy—a playful comment during a surgery, a quick coffee break together—are now replaced with an uncomfortable silence. Conversations with Jake are limited to work-related topics, and every interaction is laced with a professional distance that feels foreign and awkward.

In the OR, you work side by side, your focus on the patient and the procedure. Jake’s skill and calm demeanor are still impressive, and you find yourself appreciating his expertise even more now. But the casual camaraderie you once enjoyed is gone, replaced by a formality that feels both stifling and isolating.

During breaks, you find yourself missing the easy conversations you used to have with him. You used to share small victories and frustrations, but now those moments are spent in solitude or with other colleagues who don’t quite fill the gap Jake left behind.

Despite your best efforts to maintain your composure, you can’t help but feel the pangs of loneliness. Your personal life remains focused solely on work, and the connection you once had with Jake seems like a distant memory. You remind yourself why you made the decision, focusing on the demanding nature of your job and the need for balance.

Gradually, you begin to adjust, finding solace in the routine of your work and the support of your colleagues. The initial pain of Jake���s absence dulls over time, replaced by a newfound focus on your career and a deeper understanding of your own needs. Though the void remains, you learn to navigate your days with a renewed sense of purpose and dedication.

You’re passing through the hospital lobby, your mind preoccupied with patient charts, when you spot Jake standing near the information desk. He’s engaged in a conversation with Dr. Choi Miyeon, the oncology attending. Your steps slow involuntarily as you notice the easy laughter between them.

Jake’s smile is wide and genuine, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that once made your heart flutter. But today, the sight of that smile, directed at someone else, sends a pang of jealousy through you. Dr. Choi, with her poised demeanor and confident air, seems to be enjoying his attention, and the familiarity between them feels almost too intimate.

You try to focus on your task, but your gaze keeps drifting back to the two of them. Jake’s hand gestures animatedly as he talks, his face lighting up in a way that you haven’t seen directed at you in weeks. Dr. Choi’s laughter is soft and melodic, and she tilts her head slightly, clearly engaged in the conversation.

The sight of Jake looking so at ease with someone else brings an unexpected rush of emotion. You find yourself clenching your jaw, trying to ignore the gnawing sense of loss that accompanies the jealousy. It’s a reminder of the connection you once shared and the void left behind by your decision.

You force yourself to look away, turning back to your work with a renewed determination to focus on your patients. But the image of Jake’s smile and the easy rapport he shares with Dr. Choi lingers in your mind, leaving you with a mixture of regret and longing that’s hard to shake.

As you continue with your tasks, the memory of Jake’s interaction with Dr. Choi lingers, clouding your focus. Every time you glance up from your charts or interact with colleagues, your thoughts drift back to that moment in the lobby.

In the break room later that day, you catch sight of Jake entering, still visibly animated from his conversation with Dr. Choi. He looks up and sees you, his face lighting up with that same welcoming smile that used to be exclusively for you. The sight of it only intensifies the pang of jealousy you felt earlier.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jake says, approaching you with his usual warmth.

“Hi, Jake,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. You make a deliberate effort to maintain your professional composure, avoiding any mention of the earlier encounter.

Jake seems to sense a change in your demeanor but doesn’t press. Instead, he casually starts discussing the upcoming surgery, his tone light and engaging. You nod along, responding with the necessary professionalism, but your mind is elsewhere. You keep picturing him with Dr. Choi, the way they interacted so naturally, and it’s hard to ignore the twinge of regret.

As you wrap up the conversation and head to your next task, you can’t help but feel a deepening sense of frustration. The realization that you still care about Jake more than you initially admitted weighs heavily on you. The professional distance you’ve maintained seems more like a barrier than a solution, and the void he left behind is harder to ignore than you thought.

Later that evening, as you drive home, you replay the scene in your mind, questioning your decision. You wonder if stepping back from Jake was truly the right choice, or if you were merely trying to shield yourself from the possibility of a meaningful connection. The jealousy you felt is a clear sign of unresolved feelings, and it becomes evident that the emotional aftermath of ending things is more complex than you anticipated.

By the time you reach your apartment, you’re left grappling with the realization that you might have made a mistake. The lingering image of Jake’s smile, coupled with the undeniable ache in your chest, leaves you pondering whether there’s a way to reconcile your fears with the genuine affection you still feel for him.

But it would be utterly selfish of you to go running back to him when he’s seemingly started to move on. This was all your doing after all. He had every right to find what you couldn’t give him in someone else.

The ache in your chest refuses to fade. The image of Jake smiling at Dr. Choi replays in your mind like a loop, and the jealousy you felt transforms into a deeper, more introspective turmoil. You sit in your apartment, the stillness of the room amplifying the thoughts racing through your head.

You replay the conversations and moments you shared with Jake, recalling the comfort and joy he brought into your life. The connection you had felt real and profound, and now that it’s gone, the void seems more pronounced than you expected. The professional distance you’ve maintained does little to mitigate the lingering emotional impact, and the space between you feels even more significant.

The next day, you find yourself in the hospital, struggling to maintain the professional facade you’ve carefully constructed. Every interaction with Jake, though polite and necessary, feels strained and awkward. You avoid his gaze when you can, focusing solely on your patients and tasks, but the undercurrent of unresolved feelings remains.

During a particularly intense surgery, Jake is once again by your side, and the familiarity of working with him brings back a rush of memories. His presence, though professional, is comforting, and you find yourself drawn to him despite your earlier resolve. As you work together seamlessly, the shared glances and brief touches become almost impossible to ignore, reigniting a flicker of the intimacy you once had.

After the surgery, you’re in the on-call room, trying to catch your breath and clear your mind. Jake enters, a small smile playing on his lips, and for a moment, the professional barrier you’ve erected feels flimsy. He approaches you, his tone soft but playful.

“Everything okay, Y/N? You seem a bit distracted today.”

You look up, meeting his gaze. His concern and warmth are genuine, and it only adds to the confusion you’re feeling. “Just a lot on my mind,” you admit, forcing a smile. “It’s nothing.”

Jake’s eyes linger on you, a hint of frustration and worry evident. “If you ever want to talk, I’m here. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

His words cut through the walls you’ve built, and for a moment, you allow yourself to consider what you’ve been missing. The idea of opening up to Jake, of sharing your fears and feelings, feels both daunting and inviting.

As the day goes on, you grapple with the decision to reach out to him. The barriers you’ve erected are crumbling, and you realize that avoiding Jake might not be the solution you hoped for. Instead, you begin to consider whether there’s a way to address your fears and find a balance between your demanding career and a meaningful relationship.

The thought of reaching out to Jake, of possibly reconciling your emotions with the connection you still feel, starts to take shape. It’s a daunting step, but one that feels increasingly necessary as you navigate the complexities of your feelings and the emptiness left by his absence.

The days following your realization feel like a mix of regret and self-reproach. You can’t ignore the growing sense of remorse over ending things with Jake. The emptiness left by his absence is more acute than you anticipated, and the thought of missing out on something meaningful drives you to act.

One evening, determined to make things right, you head to Jake’s apartment, hoping to talk things through. Your heart races as you reach his door, and you take a deep breath before knocking.

After a moment, the door opens, and your heart sinks when you see Dr. Choi Miyeon standing there. Her presence immediately sends a wave of jealousy and discomfort through you.

“Doctor Y/L/N?” Miyeon says, her tone a mix of surprise and curiosity.

You stand frozen for a moment, the sight of her at Jake’s door intensifying your doubts. “Doctor Choi,” you manage, trying to keep your voice steady.

Miyeon’s expression shifts to one of mild confusion. “Did you need something?”

The thought of Jake being with Miyeon, combined with the realization that you’re intruding on what feels like an intimate moment, makes your decision for you. The hurt and uncertainty you’ve been feeling come to a head, and you realize you’re not ready to face him under these circumstances.

“I uh actually I’ll come at a better time”. Without another word, you turn and walk away from the door, your heart heavy with a mix of regret and frustration. You can hear Miyeon’s voice calling after you, but you don’t stop. The realization that you’ve arrived at the wrong moment only deepens the sense of regret.

As you leave the building, the cool night air hits your face, offering a brief respite from the emotional storm you’re navigating. You’re left grappling with the decision to return, to try again, or to accept the possibility that you might have missed your chance. The weight of the encounter with Miyeon only adds to the complexity of your feelings, leaving you to ponder your next steps in the solitude of the evening.

The following days are a haze of frustration and introspection. Seeing Miyeon at Jake's apartment made you feel even more disconnected from him. At work, maintaining your professional facade becomes more difficult as your emotions threaten to overwhelm you.

One morning, you’re at your locker, preparing for your shift, when Olivia walks in, her usual cheerful demeanor tempered by concern. “Hey, Y/N, you okay? You seem a bit off lately.”

You force a smile, trying to mask your turmoil. “Just a lot on my mind, Olivia. Thanks for asking.”

She nods sympathetically. “If you ever need to talk, I’m here. We all have rough patches.”

You thank her and head to the OR, trying to push your thoughts aside. But every encounter with Jake is a reminder of what you’ve lost. You see him in the corridors, in meetings, and every interaction is laced with a painful awareness of the distance between you.

One afternoon, you’re in the middle of reviewing patient files when Jake approaches you. His expression is neutral, but there’s an underlying tension in his eyes. “Y/N, can we talk?”

You nod, setting your files aside. “Sure, what’s up?”

He leads you to a quieter corner of the hospital. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the other night. I saw you at my apartment, and then you just… left. What happened?”

You take a deep breath, the memory of that evening still fresh and painful. “I came to talk to you, to explain that I made a mistake in ending things. But when I saw Miyeon, I realized I couldn’t do it.”

Jake’s expression softens, a mix of understanding and frustration in his eyes. “Miyeon and I were just going over some research. There’s nothing between us, Y/N. But I get why you’d feel that way.”

The weight of your regret feels heavier now, knowing you misinterpreted the situation. “I’m sorry, Jake. I’ve been struggling with everything, and seeing you with her just… hurt. I felt like I’d already lost you.”

He steps closer, his voice gentle but firm. “You haven’t lost me, Y/N. I care about you. But we need to figure out what we’re doing here. This back and forth isn’t good for either of us.”

You nod, feeling the weight of your emotions. “I know. I’ve been scared, Jake. Scared that our jobs would make it impossible to have a real relationship. But I realize now that pushing you away was a mistake.”

Jake’s gaze softens, and he reaches out to gently take your hand. “We can make this work if we both want it, Y/N. But we have to be honest with each other, and we have to be willing to try.”

You squeeze his hand, a sense of relief washing over you. “I do want to try, Jake. I want us to work.”

He smiles, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “Then let’s take it one step at a time. We’ll figure this out together.”

As you stand there, hand in hand, you feel a renewed sense of hope. The road ahead won’t be easy, but the thought of facing it with Jake by your side makes it seem possible. For the first time in weeks, you feel like you’re on the right path, ready to face whatever challenges come your way.

The days following your night with Jake are a blend of professional decorum and personal confusion. You both agreed to take things one step at a time, but it's hard to ignore the magnetic pull between you. At work, Jake is as focused and brilliant as ever, but there’s an added layer of warmth in his interactions with you, a silent acknowledgment of what you share.

One afternoon, you find yourself in the break room, sipping coffee and going over department paperwork . Jake walks in, his eyes lighting up when he sees you.

"Hey, Y/N," he says, his tone casual but with an underlying hint of playfulness. "How’s your day going?"

You look up, trying to suppress a smile. "Busy as usual. Just finished a tricky valve replacement."

Jake nods, moving closer. "I heard. You did a great job."

You feel a flutter in your chest at his praise. "Thanks, Jake. How about you? Any groundbreaking surgeries today?"

He chuckles, leaning against the counter. "Just the usual brain stuff. Nothing too exciting." He pauses, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, dinner tonight? My place?"

You glance around to make sure no one is within earshot. "Are you asking me out, Dr. Sim?"

Jake’s grin widens. "Maybe I am, Dr. Y/L/N. What do you say?"

You pretend to ponder, then nod. "Alright. Dinner sounds good."

The evening arrives, and Jake picks you up from your house. He’s dressed casually but still looks incredibly handsome. The drive to his place is filled with light conversation and laughter, easing any lingering tension.

Once inside his apartment, you feel a sense of familiarity and comfort. Jake leads you to the living room, where he’s set up a cozy dinner with candles and soft music playing in the background.

"This looks amazing," you say, genuinely touched by the effort he’s put in.

Jake shrugs modestly. "I wanted to do something special."

The dinner is delicious, and the conversation flows effortlessly. You talk about your families, past relationships, and the challenges of balancing demanding careers with personal lives. As the night progresses, you feel the barriers between you dissolving.

After dinner, you move to the couch, a glass of wine in hand. The atmosphere is relaxed, and there’s a growing sense of intimacy.

"Tell me more about your family," Jake says, his voice soft and curious.

You take a sip of wine, thinking about your parents and your brother. "Well, my parents are both retired now. My mom was a nurse, and my dad was a teacher. My older brother is a lawyer. We’re close, even if we don’t see each other often."

Jake listens intently, nodding. "Sounds like a solid family. Mine’s a bit scattered. Parents divorced when I was young, so I spent a lot of time between Australia and the States. I have a younger sister who’s an artist. She’s currently exploring Europe."

The conversation continues, each revelation bringing you closer. You talk about your past relationships, the heartbreaks and lessons learned. There’s a vulnerability in the exchange, a mutual understanding of the complexities of your lives.

As the night deepens, you find yourself leaning closer to Jake, the warmth of his presence enveloping you. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Y/N," he says softly, his eyes locking onto yours. "I really care about you. I want this to work, despite the challenges."

You feel a rush of emotions, the sincerity in his words touching you deeply. "I care about you too, Jake. I want us to work."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss. The kiss deepens, your bodies pressing closer together. The desire that has been simmering between you ignites, and you find yourself losing track of time as you explore the depths of your connection.

You found yourself crossing the room to stand in front of him, heart pounding in your chest. You'd reached out, hesitantly, and brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. And when he'd looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, you knew that you couldn't resist any longer.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his in a kiss that was both gentle and passionate. He'd responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. And as you kissed, you felt a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

You pulled back, just enough to look into his eyes. "Jake," you whispered, voice husky with longing.

"Yeah, baby?" he'd replied, his voice low and rough.

And then you stripped, slowly and deliberately, letting him watch as you revealed her body to him. You’d seen the heat in his eyes as he'd taken in the sight of you, and you knew that you had him.

You moved closer, pressing your naked body against his clothed one. You reached down, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his hard cock, dropping to your knees, taking him into your mouth and sucking him deep.

He'd groaned, his hands tangling into your hair as you worked magic on him. “s-shit baby, taking me so good, that’s it” you sucked and licked and teased, driving him wild with pleasure. when you felt him on the brink, you pulled back, smiling up at him.

"Fuck me, Jake," you commanded, voice husky with desire.

He'd obeyed, lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, spreading your legs wide and burying his face between them. You cried out as he licked and sucked your clit, bringing you to the brink of orgasm.

And then he entered you, driving deep and hard. Your wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust as you made love. It had been passionate and intense, a connection that went beyond the physical and was different from the previous times you had indulged in each other’s bodies.

when you finally reached your peak, collapsing in a tangle of limbs, you knew that you made the right decision. You finally acted on your attraction, and in doing so, you found a deeper connection with Jake.

You both lie there, still engulfed in the bliss of this newfound feeling between the two of you. He can’t help what he says next, feeling as if keeping it in was impossible. “i love you Y/N”.

you snap your neck in his direction, maybe it’s the post orgasm haze but you search for reassurance anyways.

His big brown eyes confirming his words. “I love you too jake”.

The next morning, you wake up in Jake’s arms, the sunlight filtering through the curtains. He stirs beside you, his sleepy smile a welcome sight.

"Good morning," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

"Good morning," you reply, feeling a warmth spread through you.

As you lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside seems distant and unimportant. In this moment, you feel a sense of peace and certainty. Whatever challenges lie ahead, you know you can face them together.

At the hospital, the dynamic between you and Jake shifts subtly but unmistakably. The stolen glances, the brief touches, the shared smiles—all are infused with a new depth of intimacy. Your colleagues notice, but no one comments, respecting the unspoken bond you share.

In the weeks that follow, the relationship deepens. You navigate the challenges of your demanding careers, finding solace and strength in each other. The on-call rooms become your private sanctuaries, the moments of stolen kisses and whispered confessions a lifeline in the chaos of the hospital.

One evening, after a particularly grueling shift, you find Jake waiting for you in the parking lot. His presence, as always, is a balm to your weary soul.

"Hey, pretty" he says, pulling you into a hug. "How was your day?"

"Tough," you admit, resting your head against his chest. "But it's better now."

He kisses the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. "Come on, let's go home."

As you drive back to his place, the city lights blurring into a comforting glow, you realize just how much Jake has come to mean to you. The fears and doubts that once plagued you have faded, replaced by a certainty that you can face anything as long as you're together.

Back at his apartment, you settle into a comfortable routine, cooking dinner together and sharing stories about your day. The conversation flows easily, punctuated by laughter and affectionate touches.

After dinner, you move to the couch, your bodies naturally gravitating towards each other. Jake pulls you into his lap, his hands resting on your hips as he looks into your eyes.

"Y/N," he says softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I know we've had our challenges, but I want you to know that I'm all in. I want to be with you, no matter what."

Your heart swells with love and gratitude. "I feel the same way, Jake. I want us to be together, through everything."

He smiles, his eyes shining with affection. "Good. Because I can't imagine my life without you."

You lean in, capturing his lips in a slow, tender kiss. The world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms.

As the night wears on, you find yourself reflecting on the journey you've been on together. From the initial tension and uncertainty to the deep, abiding love you now share, it's been a rollercoaster of emotions. But through it all, you've found something rare and precious: a connection that transcends the challenges of your demanding careers, a love that grows stronger with each passing day.

and as you fall asleep in Jake's arms, you know that whatever the future holds, you'll face it together, hand in hand.

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[cherrygirlfriend]

─── GARDEN PARTIES ♡

♡ pairing: dreamy milf!reader x rafe

♡ summary: an interaction at your friend’s party causes something to awaken in you.

♡ warnings / tags: smut, masturbation (f&m) MDNI!

♡ author's note: how we feeling about dreamy milf!! send me asks abt her.

DREAMY MILF MASTERLIST RAFE MASTERLIST

james always told you that even when he couldn't attend events you two were invited to, you always had to attend them, no matter if you were sick with a fever. that you had to be there to represent both of you as his wife, and that was how you ended up standing amongst a group of women at rose's stepson's 'welcome home' party, the only woman without their husband present.

"oh, oliver surprised me last night with a getaway, we're going to be spending the two weeks laying on a beach in fiji. and we agreed, no phones.." one of the women exclaimed, causing the group around to let out a simultaneous 'aww!' along with compliments about her husband, while you did your best to feign the friendliest smile you could muster up. "you went to fiji, didn't you? i saw your posts online." the woman turned to you, unknowingly twisting the knife in your chest.

"oh, yes." you cleared your throat, "james was too busy with work, though, so i went with my friend gabrielle. it was gorgeous, i'm sure you two will have the best time." "oh, james is such a hard worker! you're a lucky woman." tina, the woman standing next to you gushed, placing her hand on your shoulder, your throat drying up at her words. "yes. he's a great man." you said, trying to cover up the strain by finishing your champagne, "excuse me ladies." you smiled sweetly at them, starting to walk away, the circle of women closing up once again as soon as you were gone.

you placed the empty champagne flute on one of the tables, no one noticing the way you rounded the corner behind the cameron residence, finally finding a place that wasn't gushing with people. your back hit the cold wall and you closed your eyes, lifting your chin up and taking in a deep breath, your right hand going to fidget with the engagement ring and wedding band on your ring finger, your head filling with all the comments of how others saw you and your husband.

"oh, he's such a thoughtful husband!" "he's such a hard worker!" "i swear, he's spoiling you." "you two are so adorable together!" "you must be so happy."

"didn't expect to find you here."

you were startled out of your thoughts by statement a deep voice let out next to you, and when you opened your eyes and looked to the source of it, a young man was standing there, his buzzed head leaning against the wooden wall, a cocky grin on his face. he looked familiar, but you couldn't quite place a name to the face.

"i'm... i'm sorry, do i know you?" you asked, and the boy tutted his lips, his hand going to his heart, feigning offence, "i'm wounded, mrs. kingston. you come to the welcoming party of someone you can't even remember. such a cruel woman."

the boy's words caused a proverbial lightbulb to turn bright over your head, your eyes widening slightly, the boy clearly catching your moment of realization, his grin widening slightly. "you're ward's son... rafe...?" "one and only." "sorry." you cleared your throat, "you look very different..."

"you don't." rafe's eyes trailed up and down your figure, the younger boy shamelessly checking you out as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, his icy eyes on you making you much too aware of yourself. "welcome back, rafe." you cleared your throat.

"thank you, mrs. kingston. tell me, where's mr. kingston?" "oh, james couldn't make it." you said, feigning the best smile you could, the rings on your finger feeling as if they were suffocating you, "he had work. but he told me to say that he sends his best." "mmhm. i'm sure. he's fucking insane."

"excuse me?" you furrowed your brows, your tone starting to turn defensive, "i'm just saying." the boy shrugged, "if i was married to someone as hot as you, i'd rather hang myself than make you go to one of these things alone." his words made you clench your jaw in slight irritation, your eyes narrowing, "what makes you think he's making me do anything?" "the fact that you're sulking here instead of getting day drunk off of champagne with the real hagwives of kildare island."

the unexpected comment made you let out a soft snort as you looked away from him, "you've got jokes." "well, it's not a joke that i knew your little husband wouldn't treat you right as soon as you married him." you rolled your eyes, "you don't know me."

"what, you telling me he makes you happy? that you came here alone 'just cause'?" rafe took a few steps closer to you, eyeing you up, "i would treat you a lot better."

"i bet you're not even old enough to drink legally." "and i bet i fuck better than that husband of yours who needs little blue pills to even get his dick to work. that is, if he even puts in that little of an effort."

your eyes widened at the boy's words; you felt like slapping him. you should slap him. but all you can do is look up into his icy eyes, looking down at you as if calculating how many seconds it'd take him to have you with your back against the wall.

"you don't gotta answer. your silence tells me enough." rafe's hand trailed down a loose strand of hair, "does he even touch you anymore?" his long fingers let go of the strand of hair, starting to trail down your neck, the coldness of his skin causing you to suspend your breathing. "i bet he doesn't." rafe's other hand went to your waist, and your brain was screaming at you to take his hands off of you and to slap him across the face, even if it would've put you on ward and rose's bad side, but for some reason, you were frozen.

"i bet..." rafe's hand trailed back up your neck until his large hand was cupping your jaw, your lips slightly parting in anticipation, his thumb going to rest on your lower lip, pulling it down slightly, "you can't even remember the last time he kissed you..."

his eyes flitted from your eyes down to your lips, trapping his own lower lip between his teeth, his hand squeezing your waist, all the oxygen somehow disappearing from your lungs, your eyes closing in anticipation of him leaning forward, bringing his lips to yours...

only for the boy to let out a chuckle, pulling both his hands off your body. you opened your eyes, clearing your throat, feeling your face starting to warm up in embarrassment. rafe looked you up and down one more time before pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips.

"i'll see you around, mrs. kingston." rafe pushed himself off the wall, leaving you there in your flustered state.

the buzzing, bullet-shaped toy between your legs was doing nothing to relieve the ache in your abdomen, your nipples painfully pebbled against your nightgown as your clit throbbed against the vibrator.

usually, you'd think about some character you'd seen on tv you found attractive, but tonight, you couldn't help but think about the boy from earlier. couldn't help but think about how it'd feel to run your hand over his buzzed hair, to have the long fingers that trailed your skin, stuffing into you, curling inside of you...

for some reason, the boy was able to read you perfectly, able to know the fact that your husband didn't touch you, didn't kiss you anymore, making you wonder if he was aware that such a simple interaction made you ache.

what you didn't know was that the boy living in the house next to yours had your instagram open, rafe's eyes on one of the several bikini pictures you'd posted, his free hand jerking his cock, imagining what it'd be like to sink himself into you...

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[7-deadly-cats]

killing me softly | 18

K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- P R E V I O U S | N E X T ->

✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder | slice of life | drama

✿ P A I R I N G ✿ s1!rafe cameron x overthinking!reader (f)

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, suggestive language & themes, hints at jjpope, cursed chat pics, mention of abusive household (aka rafe's), hints at reader getting turned on lmao, gentleman!rafe, reader one sec away from hyperventilating, slightly jealous!reader, awkward!rafe (um.. you'll see why), also FLUFF

✿ S U M M A R Y O F L A S T P A R T ✿ after rafe dropped you off at the beach, cara dragged you to meet sarah, kiara and cleo. everyone was nice, though kiara questioned what was going on with you and rafe. in the restroom of bob's iceshack, cara admitted she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hook up with jj. your conclusion: she was torn between him and topper. later, rafe texted saying he saw sarah’s story and wanted to pick you up an hour later. after some back and forth, you agreed on 7:30pm. still, you couldn’t help but wonder why he was suddenly so eager. after hanging out with the pogues for a while, you dipped. john b offered a ride for tomorrow’s open air movie night. back in rafe’s car, he called them losers but backed off when you questioned it. after some pushing, he finally admitted he felt like everyone was choosing sarah over him. you tried to reassure him and concluded (internally) that ward cameron was the root for his issues. during your late night drive you got mcdonald’s, and finally, he dropped you off with a surprise: a my little pony bracelet from a gas station to prove he wasn’t playing you. in bed, you showed the bracelet to the girls in the new group chat. last surprise of the day: the mirror selfie from rafe aka the same one you’d stared at earlier.

✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 13.5k+ (longest chapter yet help + max use of chat screenshots so prepare for a LONG reading session)

✿ A / N ✿ GUYS I TRIED WITH THIS ONE BUT i kinda feel like the second half sucks, and also it feels extremely rushed if we take the pace of the other days of the week into consideration but well guess it wouldn't have made sense to drag out sunday for no reason. i also feel like i fucked up the ending by the direction i've chosen but i kinda gave up lmao. i probably could've explored the full potential of this setting and, IDK AHHHH. dw there's gonna be a part 2 of the event. anyway, have fun reading and PLEASE lmk what you think, this chapter gave me sm anxiety <3

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a little warning: avoid the comment section bc of spoilers 🤣

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W E E K O N E // S U N D A Y 1 1 : 1 7 A M

"Okay, where did we leave off again?" you asked Cara as you made yourself comfortable in your little windowsill nook. "My brain is so full, I can’t keep track of anything anymore."

Cara chuckled. "Oh, I know exactly what it’s full of. Mr. ‘Let me give the girl I like a friendship bracelet so it’s not too obvious that I’m completely down bad for her.’"

A giggle slipped out and your cheeks instantly flushed. "You're gonna lose it when I tell you this next part."

“She’s already losing it,” came a voice, and your heart dropped to your stomach.

OH MY GOD, now that you saw the wall behind Cara… NO WAY. GIRL ACTUALLY SPENT THE NIGHT IN JJS WONDERLAND OMGGGG.

Cara scoffed, amused, and turned her phone to show JJ pulling a shirt over his very bare chest. You were so glad he at least had boxers on.

“Say hi and get out,” she said.

JJ looked up with a “Hey, my room,” and winked into the camera with a big-ass grin when he spotted you. “She’s even louder in bed.”

Too. Much. Information.

You just stared, stunned, and gave him an awkward little smile.

Cara rolled her eyes and turned the phone back to her face. “Chop chop, Dig’s waiting for his morning walk.”

“Not sure the leash’s even usable anymore.”

GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

Cara stared flatly into the camera. “He's joking.”

OKAY THEN.

“Okay, okay. The leash only almost came into play,” JJ called out, followed by a loud “Hey!” as Cara threw a pillow at him.

“Out. Now. This is a girl-to-girl talk,” she said. “Village idiots not allowed.”

JJ chuckled. “More of a jester anyway.”

Then came a soft thud, which you took as him finally leaving the room.

“Okay, where were we?” Cara looked into the camera with a blinking smile.

You blinked back. “So, I guess, you don’t wanna—”

“Nope.”

“Aight.”

Cara cleared her throat. “Sooo, the last update I got from you and Loverboy is basically just what you'd said in your voice memo last night. He brought your bag back, then you guys spent the afternoon together. He dropped you off, picked you back up later, and by the end of the night practically proposed, right?”

Um… something like that.

You’d obviously left out a lot in that memo. As sweet and welcoming as the Pogue girls were, you’d literally only known them for a day, and you didn’t exactly feel comfy going full overshare just yet. And considering one of them was Rafe’s sister, you weren’t gonna bring up his little hate-rant about her or start gossiping about him behind his back.

But Cara was different. She was your best friend. You could tell her everything.

And you did. You told her about lunch with your parents, your trip to Bulk & Bloom and Barry’s pawn shop, your full-on spiral that you and Rafe had talked through in the car, and of course your evening trip to McDonald's and how he'd walked you to the front door like a freaking gentleman.

You did leave out his angsty little moment in the car, though. He’d opened up to you so honestly, you didn’t want to betray that trust. Plus, it felt… special. Like something just for the two of you.

But the important stuff? Oh, you shared that.

Your parents basically already adopting him, Barry’s well-meant warning, OH and obviously the insanely awkward moment when Rafe had caught you scrolling through his chat with Kelce.

AND OF COURSE, the most insane, messed-up, crazy thing he’d said: that you were a cute chick and he’d (quote) bend you over in the backseat of his car if you said the word.

“WHAT!?”

Your phone speaker peaked just a little.

You chuckled, cheeks flushed. “Well, yeah, he—”

“WHAT?”

Another laugh escaped your mouth. Cara stared at you, eyes wide and jaw dropped like you’d just told her Harry Styles invited you to his private villa.

“GIRL, I—” She exhaled like she’d just sprinted a marathon. “I don’t even… holy fucking shit, like, oh my Jesus Christ, good Lord and all the heavens above.”

When Cara started praying, you knew shit was actually insane.

You giggled. “Now imagine what was going on in my head. The fact I managed to function after that is honestly one of the seven wonders of the world.”

"The fact that you didn’t immediately jump him and rip his clothes off—that is the miracle," she shot back, still staring at you like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. "I MEAN WHAT? Like, my kitty would’ve gone straight to—"

“OKAY!”

Cara shook her head like a madwoman. “Y/N! That boy is so down bad for you, how do you not see it?” She sighed, shaking her phone. “Like HELLO? Rafe Cameron said out loud that he’s into you.”

"Sexual attraction and having a crush are two completely different things," you argued.

Cara frowned dramatically. “How oblivious do you wanna be? Yes.” You heard frantic tapping sounds as she smashed at her screen. “He gifted you a fucking bracelet. Rafe Cameron. The guy who’s known for doing absolutely nothing for any girl, like, ever. What more do you need? He said you’re cute. He said he likes you. He said he ENJOYS spending time with you. And what else? OH RIGHT, that he wants to hang out even after your little project dates are over AND THAT HE WANTS TO CLAP YOUR CHEEKS.” She shook her head like she was malfunctioning. “THIS SCREAMS GET READY TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND.”

Did it?

UM, YEAH, KINDA DID.

Fucking hell, Cara could really make even the most chaotic shit sound like it followed cold, hard logic.

But here's the thing: Rafe was a direct guy. If he had no problem saying he’d sleep with you, surely he wouldn’t have a problem saying he was into you like that (hypothetically speaking, of course).

Which kind of threw her whole argument out the window again.

You shook your head. “This sounds more like, ‘I’ve never had a female friend before, and now that I do, guess I’m gonna keep her around.’”

“So you do realize he wants you,” Cara replied.

You let out a tired sigh. “Yeah, I guess, but not like that. I don’t know how to explain it… I just think he likes the idea of having a girl around.” You tilted your head. “Like with Topper and Kelce, he’s this kinda toxic-bro-masculine-alpha type. And I guess he misses the fun flirty energy." Then you remembered his emotional outburst last night. “And I feel like with me, he also doesn’t put on a front. I don’t know.”

Cara stared you down, deadpan. “That is literally the ideal foundation for a relationship.”

“Or for a really good friendship,” you countered.

How were you supposed to explain to her that this poor boy probably just wanted someone to see him for who he really was? Like, the frustration he let out last night—the way he basically admitted, without saying it directly, that he was scared of being abandoned.

And that could always happen in a relationship. In a short-term hookup? Inevitable. But a good friend? Ideally, that was someone you could have for life. And the fact you were a girl—just a side note in the whole equation.

“Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.” Cara rolled her eyes. “So what you’re telling me is, he puts in all this effort just so he can call you his friend and still flirt for fun? Make it make sense.”

"Yeah, but, C," you said with a chuckle. "That's literally how our friendship works too. We both put effort into each other, that’s what friends do, and don’t even get me started on the flirting. Like according to your logic, I should question your intentions as well."

Cara curled her lips. "... okay, you kinda have a point there."

You nodded with a See? look on your face.

"But," she continued, "we’re girl best friends. You and him? That’s a whole different thing."

You raised an amused brow. "Are you seriously trying to tell me that a guy and a girl can’t have a platonic relationship?"

Cara scowled. "No, of course not, but—"

"But I’m okay with the way it is," you said with a soft smile. "I have no problem with just being friends with Rafe. Honestly, it might even be better this way. I don’t have to worry about screwing it up, or God," you chuckled nervously, "all my other insecurities."

Cara let out a sigh. “You really are the biggest mystery to me, girl. You’ve been crushing on this guy since fifth grade. And now, when you finally have the chance to actually make something happen, like, he’s literally offering you the perfect foundation, you just settle for the easiest option.”

Less risk of being disappointed. Less chance of embarrassing yourself. Less chance to lose whatever it was you two had built in just a few days. Accepting Rafe as a friend was the easy choice, yeah, but it was also the safest.

But you knew exactly what Cara would say to that: she’d start pushing you to take a chance, make a move, break out of your shell for once.

"Okay, look at it this way," you said with a playful eye roll. "A relationship can always grow from a friendship. Does that help?"

You doubted that would actually happen, but at least it would shut Cara up for now.

She chuckled and wiggled her shoulders. "Friends to lovers? Uhh, now you got me." She raised her eyebrows with a lopsided grin. "So… does that also apply to us, orrrr…?"

You quickly steered the conversation back to her. More specifically her evening with the Pogues, dinner at the Chateau later on, and eventually the magical night she had with JJ. Kiara, Pope, and Cleo had left at some point, leaving just Cara, John B, Sarah, and JJ behind.

The exact details and noises from that night, however, Cara could gladly keep to herself.

Anyway, her dad called a little later to tell her to come home—her grandparents were visiting to celebrate her mom’s birthday belatedly. With a quick "Oh shit, we’ll text later", your little call came to an end.

You’d barely touched the ground with your feet, just getting off your windowsill corner and ready to change out of your sleepwear into something actually wearable, when your phone buzzed again.

And what greeted you? Yeah…

Geez, it wasn’t even noon and your pulse was already at 180.

First Cara fueling your delusions, then Rafe and his newfound hobby (or more like obsession) with your reaction pics (UM THE FACT THAT HE'D DOWNLOADED PINTEREST FOR IT???) and how he instantly went into full-attack mode just at the mention of you being in the girlies’ group chat, like bro, we get it, you’re terrified of abandonment but PLEASE CALM DOWN I AIN'T GOING NOWHERE. And then back to Cara, aka the fact that you’d now have to endure the drive to the open air event without her.

Honestly, that last part was the least of your worries because if you'd managed to survive half of Kelce’s party solo (okay, with Topper, Molly, and Rob), then you could totally handle a short car ride.

No, what really had you spiraling was how comfortable Rafe had gotten with you in just one day. Like, hello? First the mirror selfie last night, and then those reaction pics this morning (okay, more like noon, oops), AND THEN THE FACT THAT HE STRAIGHT UP ADMITTED (or hopefully joked) that he'd had a little private session this morning, DUDE COME ON.

HELP AND THE FACT THAT THAT SENT YOU INTO INSTANT BRAIN CINEMA MODE OF A HALF NAKED, HEAVY BREATHING RAFE, BOXERS AROUND HIS ANKLES, EYES CLOSED, HEAD PRESSED BACK INTO THE PILLOW OR DESK CHAIR (WHO KNEW), HAND AROUND HIS—NOPENOPENOPENOPEHELPPP

Jesus Christ, suddenly there was a tingling sensation in your lower body and the urgent need to open the windows to cool your body down because your cheeks? On fucking fire. Not even mentioning the heart rate and that warm, funny feeling between your—OKAY ENOUGH HOLY SHIT.

You gotta be ovulating or something because that? What the actual fuck.

HAHAHAHHAA ANYWAY.

Lunch.

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"How's Rafe?" That was one of the first questions your dad asked once you all sat down in the dining room.

Great. Not even here you could escape the topic.

To make things worse, both your mom and dad were giving you this smirky look that screamed You were out late last night: Should we be getting excited about our future son-in-law?

UGHHH. It was so awkward, and if you even dared to give a shy smile or deflect it, it would only make everything ten times worse.

So you just shrugged and poured yourself a glass of water. “He’s doing okay, I think.”

Your dad let out an amused breath. “And his cheek? That looked pretty nasty yesterday. He should’ve iced it right away, then it wouldn’t have swollen like that.”

Trust me, I told him.

“Yeah, it looks worse than it is,” you said, adding, “he popped an ibuprofen yesterday.”

He had, actually. Swallowed it right in the McDonald’s parking lot with a Coke Zero. Like seriously, how was this guy even still alive?

You half expected them to hit you with a “You two were gone a long time—what exactly were you doing?” or some other nosy questions. But instead, the energy at the table shifted.

Your mom raised her brows slightly, concern (???) flickering in her expression. “And… at home? Is everything okay there too?”

um… what.

Your dad seemed to catch the confusion on your face. “It’s just, we've been wondering...” he let out a dry chuckle, “I’ve seen bruises, cracked ribs, busted faces—pretty much everything—my whole career. And that bruise? If he’d actually been hit with a golf club, I probably would've been patching him up in the ER Friday night.”

Oh. So your dad had seen right through Rafe's lie.

Well, of course, he had. Taking care of people was his job. He had to know the difference between different kinds of wounds and bruises.

But from the way your parents were hinting at it… did they actually think Rafe was getting hit at home? That was… wow.

But telling them what really happened aka Rafe almost starting a fight—you really didn’t want to paint him in that light. Didn’t matter that he’d stood up for you.

“No idea,” you said, furrowing your brows as you poked around your plate. “I think things are fine at home too.”

Your mom tilted her head with a soft smile. “But you don’t know for sure?”

Your overthinking, spiraling, constantly-needing-answers issue? Mhm, yeah, you definitely got that from her.

“No, I mean, I barely know him,” you replied. “Are you seriously thinking he’s getting abused at home or something?”

Then again… okay, you didn’t know Ward personally, but something in your gut told you there was something off about him. Especially after the realization you'd had last night: Him probably being the root of Rafe’s issues.

Your dad leaned back. “Well, speaking as a dad, I’ve got a feeling there’s tension at home. I’m not accusing Ward of hitting his kids, I’m just guessing Rafe’s relationship with him is… strained.” He shifted in his seat. “And my gut? It’s never been wrong.”

O-kay. So apparently your parents had picked up on the same thing after interacting with Rafe once. Wow.

“Ward’s always been a difficult person,” your mom added. “Back in college, he was super ambitious, driven, competitive. Always pushing. Expecting the best results from himself and everyone around him. And anyone who held him back or got in his way? Didn’t stay in his way for long.”

Obviously he hadn’t killed anyone, so you just assumed he either threatened, manipulated, or schemed his way around people.

Your mom sighed. “And truth is, I know Rafe’s not exactly an easy kid. Rose told me he often takes off for hours and doesn’t come home until midnight. And school? Apparently not going so great either.”

Something about talking about Rafe behind his back like this… it just didn’t feel right.

“Rose isn’t his mother, though.” Shit. What a dumb thing to say.

Your mom furrowed her brows. “She tries to be. It’s not easy for someone like her to reach someone like Rafe.”

"Someone like him? "You raised your brows.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? And why were you suddenly feeling so defensive, HELP.

“Y/n,” your dad’s voice was gentle but firm. “Rafe seems like a good boy, I’m not doubting that. But it just feels like… something’s off. And the most likely explanation is that things at home aren’t exactly stable.”

He pressed his lips together, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. “I’m not trying to accuse Ward of anything or scare you, but… when I wanted to check the skin on Rafe’s cheek, he flinched when I raised my hand to do so. Not a dramatic reaction, just this quick startled blink, but in my head, every alarm bell went off.”

And that made your heart clench in the worst, most painful way.

Sure, maybe your dad had misread a harmless blink or twitch but deep down, you knew that wasn’t it. And the thought that Rafe might actually be getting hit by his own dad… GOSH, THIS BOY.

Drug problems, anger issues, and a toxic household? This guy didn’t need a girlfriend, he needed a loving family.

No. He needed a real dad.

“That doesn’t mean the bruise had to have come from home,” your dad continued, and his tone softened a little. “Honestly, I just assume he got into some testosterone-fueled fight at whatever party you were at.” He chuckled. “Thinking back to the way I used to look after I boxed with the guys from the 44th… that bruise is practically a scratch.”

Not your dad just casually dropping new lore.

Your mom rolled her eyes, mock-annoyed, the corners of her lips twitching with a smile. “I was the one who had to play nurse back then.”

OKAY NOPE YOU DID NOT LIKE THAT SMILEY LOOK ON HER FACE. DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT.

Luckily, your dad circled back to the actual point: “We’re just concerned. We’re both parents—we notice when something’s off with a kid. As a doctor who’s seen lots of children with seemingly perfect parents, I can tell you: eyes never lie. And Ward may be a great family man, but that doesn’t automatically make him a great father.”

He let out a heavy breath. “Abuse can show up in so many ways, not just physically. So if you ever notice anything, please don’t hesitate to come to us, okay?”

Well, this sunny Sunday just got very not sunny, very fast. Like… how did we go from “How’s your hopefully-soon-to-be boyfriend?” to child abuse—HELLO??

You didn’t even know what to say.

You were touched by their concern, the way they weren’t judging Rafe in the slightest. But also overwhelmed by how heavy the topic had just gotten. Sure, your parents did always notice this kind of thing right away but now that your suspicions had basically been confirmed by them...

Yeah, that didn’t sit well with you at all.

Of course, none of you really knew what was going on in the Cameron household. But if all of you had arrived at roughly the same conclusion, then either you were all operating on the same overthinking, assume-the-worst type of brain…

Or something was actually going on.

Both, you thought bitterly.

So all you did was nod with a somewhat forced smile and said, “Okay.”

Your parents nodded, seemingly relieved. And of course, since you were already on the topic of Rafe, they circled back to yesterday. Asking questions like, “So where did you guys go afterward?”, “How’s your school project coming along?”, “Did Cara give you that cute bracelet?” and dropping comments like, “He seemed very smiley around you,” and “Feel free to invite him over for dinner again.”

And just when the conversation was dangerously close to veering into the Safe Sex territory, you excused yourself from the table, mentioned that you’d be going to the Open Air tonight, brought your plate to the kitchen, and thanked Mary for the food.

Back in your room, you exhaled.

Wow. Apparently, there was no such thing as a break this week. But the fact that your parents thought you and Rafe would look cute together? AKCKKANFALJKD.

Also, the whole thing about how you both apparently glowed around each other? If Cara had said that? Yeah well, no, delusional queen just back again with her delusions. But your parents? Who were basically professionals when it came to reading people—your dad being a literal doctor, and your mom a CEO in sales, aka someone who had to be good with people—If they said Rafe liked you?

Fuck, then it had to be true.

Okay okay, he had kinda already said it twice himself—once just yesterday in the car—but STILL OMGMGM.

Okay okay, calm the fuck down.

You just became friends, no need to start building your wedding Pinterest board.

You played with the bracelet around your wrist as you sat down at your desk, smiling to yourself like a damn idiot at the soft rustling sound.

The way it fit just right around your wrist and how FUCKING CUTE IT LOOKED. Gosh, the fact that Rafe had thought of you when he'd spotted it, and then actually bought it for you and gave it to you AHHHHHH. AND JESUS, THEN HE'D BEEN ALL CUTE AND AWKWARD AND NERVOUS WHEN HE'D HANDED IT TO YOU.

HELLO??? Rafe fucking Cameron being awkward AND nervous around you??? As much as that made the butterflies in your stomach go into full freak-out mode, more than anything, it made you feel like a total winner lol.

I’m fine. I’m cool. Completely chill.

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You would never get over this.

Well, you had to at least try for the next few hours. Because more important than giggling to yourself in your room like some hopelessly lovesick little girl was actually getting ready for tonight.

Okay, it was barely past 1 PM, buuuut you’d gladly take all the time you could get.

Sooo, Cara was probably busy with family stuff right now—spending the day with her grandparents and parents and all—so yeah, no chance of calling her.

Molly maybe? You knew she was also coming tonight because you’d heard her talking about it at Kelce’s party. AND HOLY SHIT YOU DESPERATELY NEEDED TO KNOW WHAT WENT DOWN BETWEEN HER AND KELCE OGMGMGM.

Never mind. Her little Bitmoji was currently chilling at Kelce’s place on the map, so there was your answer.

So Molly was out too. Sure, she’d probably be happy to chat with you—hell, Kelce too probably—but you didn’t want to interrupt these lovebirds (hookup partners??? soon-to-be-married??? WHO KNEW).

Hm. Okay.

Six hours until the boys were picking you up.

Well, you could always sit out on your balcony and sketch a little. You hadn’t really had the chance lately. The past few days had kept you on your toes so much that you'd barely had the energy to sketch a stick figure. And on top of that, the art project with Rafe had kinda sucked most of your creative brain juice dry too.

Senior Year was already a lot and it had barely even started yet. And now The Gloaming was right around the corner—next Friday, to be exact—and well, you were really not looking forward to that.

Midsummers was at least really nice, casual and fun. Dressing up in cute summery dresses, getting tipsy on overpriced prosecco and wine, giggling over boys in suits, and it just had this soft, fairycore kind of vibe to it.

The Gloaming, on the other hand? A school event.

Unlike Midsummers, it wasn’t held at the Cameron Estate, but at a big event venue on the North Side near the beach. One the mayor himself dubbed “Garden Eden.”

It was purely a Kook event, which… yeah, made sense, since it was organized by the Kildare Academy, which was technically a Kook school. But like, couldn’t they have at least teamed up with the South Side High School?

Sure, some Pogues would show up but only as workers. Bartenders, cooks, waiters, janitors who had to clean up everyone’s mess the next morning.

Anyway, this whole class division thing was deeply rooted in the Outer Banks. No point in getting all worked up about it.

And the worst part about The Gloaming? The absolutely RIDICULOUS amount of GOSSIP surrounding it. Gossip at KA was always present, but for some reason, this event turned everyone into real-life Gossip Girl contestants or whatever.

Who went with whom, who cheated on who, who wore the cheapest dress, whose parents were getting divorced, which guy bagged the most girls, and a bunch of other completely braindead nonsense you honestly wanted to stay far, far, far away from.

Unfortunately, your parents loved going. Catching up with old classmates, schmoozing, socializing, and Cara did too. So yeah, they always dragged you along. Plus, it was basically an unofficially mandatory high school event. No way you were risking a dip in your GPA just because you skipped it.

SPEAKING OF GPA.

SHIT.

Shitshitshitshitshit. THE MATH TEST TOMORROW.

Fuck.

You’d completely forgotten. Mrs. Richman had even given your class a friendly reminder last Monday.

Shit.

Well yeah, of course you’d blocked it out. Right before that class, Mr. Smith had put you in a project group with Rafe, and that had basically hijacked your entire brain.

Okay, okay, okay. No panic.

You’d sit down now, study a bit for the next five hours and thirty minutes, and then you’d still have half an hour to get ready for the Open Air.

HAHAHAHAHA TOTALLY DOABLE.

That was, if Rafe wasn’t constantly sending you random reaction pics slash memes slash kinda very suggestive fairycore-slash-emo-wolf pics.

Apparently, Pinterest was his new hobby.

Good for him (and honestly, kinda cute), but not for you. You had a math test to prep for.

And as much as you wanted to send stuff back because RAFE USING THOSE PICS IN THE FIRST PLACE AHHHHHH, you really couldn’t afford to fail math.

So you decided it was time to shut down his spamming.

With a laugh, you switched your phone to airplane mode and set it on the edge of your desk. No reply, because this would go on forever if you didn’t put a stop to it yourself.

This seriously required your maximum amount of self-control not to keep texting him, because GOSH, this felt like some kind of cute little silly version of Rafe.

You basically had the privilege of witnessing firsthand how he discovered Pinterest for himself—or, well, the cursed side of it—and all that just because of you. It was kinda wholesome. Like a dumb little boy realizing for the first time that dinosaurs were cool.

GIRL, STOP DRIFTING OFF.

You seriously needed to focus now. (Well, not your fault Rafe kept spamming your phone hihihihi.)

So you kinda half-focused, somehow managed to study your math book, worked through a few exercises, and even half a practice test until you finally gave up around 5:30—because, in the back of your mind, Rafe and the Open Air event kept spinning in loops.

You’d totally have some more time to study later tonight or tomorrow morning.

Hahahaha. Yes. Definitely.

You turned the airplane mode off again and—Jesus Christ. 200+ messages from the girls' chat and 33 from Rafe.

You quickly skimmed through both.

The girls were just discussing plans, departure times, pre-drinks yes or no, who should be picked up first, some opinions on the movie choice for tonight (Barbie), and other stuff you kinda just skimmed past (sorry girlies, I'm in a rush).

And Rafe? A bunch of cursed and weird-ass pics that just got progressively worse, him complaining about not being able to get rid of them, plus some teasing about you being a nerd because you were studying on a Sunday, bla bla. You left those on read too. (Not sorry about it.)

You jumped in the shower, dried off fast, and dumped a whole load of clothes onto your bed. Because—

WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO WEAR TONIGHT AHHH.

Okay okay, the basic facts:

Occasion: Open Air Movie Festival When: Evening/night Movie: Barbie (main movie) and then Transformers Weather: Actually nice, sunny, warm, but a little breezy People: Both Kooks and Pogues, maybe even some Tourons

Conclusion: I DON’T FUCKING KNOW.

Something casual and chill would be the smart move, considering you’d probably be sitting or lying most of the time. Best to throw on a jacket too, just in case. There’d probably be blankets, but still.

And of course, no sweatpants look.

You kinda wanted to dress up a bit, but still keep the vibe right. OKAY NO YOU JUST WANTED TO LOOK PRETTY. With Rafe being there and... yeah. Just Rafe.

Shit.

Now it’s official. You were picking your outfit based on a guy.

A guy you didn’t even need to impress, because, well, technically you were friends now. And you didn’t dress up for friends… right?

Okay, maybe you did it for special occasions. But you didn’t hope that said friend liked your outfit and maybe... MAYBE gave you a compliment.

NOOOOOO I’M FALLING BACK INTO MY DELUSION HOLE AHHHH.

HOW COULD YOU NOT? HIM SAYING HE’D BE DOWN TO BEND YOU OVER KIND OF IMPLIED HE’S ATTRACTED TO YOU AT LEAST A LITTLE SO…

…SO WHAT NOW?

Were you the one sending mixed signals now by dressing up a little even though you’d made it clear you weren’t into short-term hookups?

...maybe.

Anyway. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA (i’m going crazy.)

You tried on some different outfits, scattering your clothes all over the room, and in the end, narrowed it down to two options—both of which included a dress. Because YEAH WHY NOT.

One was more chill and the other a little cuter, but both showed some leg hihihi.

You took pics of both and were just about to send them to Cara for input when Sarah beat you to it:

These girls, dude. Feeding into your delusions without a single shred of shame.

Also, holy shit, they all looked so fucking gorgeous in the outfits they’d picked out. Now you had an even harder time choosing which one you should go with.

Okay, no time left. It was already almost 6:30.

So, a coin toss it would be.

You assigned each outfit to one side of the coin, then flicked that thing up into the air, nearly smacked yourself in the forehead trying to catch it, but managed to trap it between your hands and…

That should do.

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"Shiiii, look at you." Kelce was the first to speak as you opened the door of the white Range Rover parked outside your house.

Rafe had called you 10 minutes earlier to say they were on their way. You’d thrown your things together in a rush, said goodbye to your parents (who wished you a fun night), and waited in the driveway because no way were you risking one of them ringing the bell and getting wrapped into some awkward parent chat.

You smiled shyly and gave them a soft “Hey” as you slid into the seat behind Topper’s, next to Molly. Kelce was next to her, and Rafe sat in the passenger seat up front (of course, sitting in the back would’ve probably bruised his ego).

"That dress suits you so well," Molly said with a warm smile, and you chuckled.

She looked so unbelievably sweet herself. Her red curls hung wildly on her shoulders, and her red lipstick made the whole color pop even more. She was wearing the cutest pastel green skirt and a white corset blouse you'd ever seen and KELCE’S HAND WAS RESTING ON HER THIGH AJDNJKWNJDKW

And Kelce? Wearing a pink shirt, probably to match the Barbie movie but honestly, they looked like COSMO AND WANDA and it was just SO SWEET.

"Thank you," you said, unable to hide your grin. "I love your outfit too."

Kelce squeezed her thigh (AND SHE CHUCKLED) and added, "I deserve half the credit, I helped her pick it."

You could practically feel how much Rafe wanted to gag. Also… you felt a little (a lot) disappointed that he'd only turned his head once to glance at you without saying a word, BUT NOT GONNA LET THAT RUIN YOUR MOOD RIGHT :))))))

"So, Cara’s already gotten a ride, I heard," Topper said, the bitterness in his voice slicing straight through the mood.

You fiddled with your bag strap and nodded. "Well, yeah, she’s..." Shit. You didn’t actually know what excuse she’d given Topper, considering she was riding with John B.

"She prefers hanging out with little Pogue rats now," Rafe finished for you, dry amusement in his tone.

You couldn’t help but frown. If it was already starting like this…

"Ayo, bro," Kelce said with a chuckle, kicking Rafe’s seat. "You better behave tonight. Keep going like that and you’ll end up with a Dalmatian face full of bruises."

Wow, how was Kelce the voice of reason here? Internally, you were thankful because it meant you didn’t have to address it yourself.

Rafe scoffed and shook his head. "Not holding back if one of those fuckers starts provoking me."

Are we sure you’re not the one starting things, boy?

“Dude, don’t make me play peacemaker tonight,” Kelce shot back. “Gotta concentrate on my date.”

Molly chuckled, and you did too. THEY WERE SO CUTE.

Then your heart sank as Kelce leaned forward, pointing toward Rafe with his thumb while looking at you. "Your job tonight."

…What?

You blinked and smiled awkwardly.

“It’s not hard,” Kelce went on with a grin full of white teeth. “Keep him hydrated, stop him from talking to people, and bring up golf every now and then. That usually distracts him.”

Topper and Molly both laughed, and oh god, it was so hard not to laugh too as Rafe turned around with a scowl—first looking at you, then at Kelce.

"You’re gonna be the first fucker I beat up tonight," Rafe said, crooked grin on his lips.

Kinda cute how he always acted like Kelce pissed him off when in reality they had this weirdly wholesome friendship behind the scenes.

Kelce held up his hands as Rafe turned back around. "Ayy, thought you might appreciate the company of a pretty lady."

PLEASE.

Your cheeks heated up because that sounded dangerously like Kelce trying to play wingman or matchmaker, and somehow that made the whole situation SO FREAKING AWKWARD.

"I'd appreciate if you shut the fuck up," Rafe said, still frowning as he looked straight ahead.

This boy was so dramatic, holy shit.

THEN AGAIN, HE HADN’T DENIED WHAT KELCE HAD SAID, SO CLINGING TO THAT FACT HAHAHAAH #goingmoreinsanebytheday.

Topper cleared his throat. "So, uh, back to Cara..."

That earned a round of groans from everyone.

After some teasing of Kelce and Rafe, and some attempts at cheering Topper up by Molly and you, you all got tired of that topic (thank god because you just felt so bad for Topper), and a few minutes later you arrived at your destination anyway.

The huge gravel parking lot was already filled with cars. Some girl was directing Topper in and assigning him a spot for his big-ass Range Rover, which, as you’d found out, happened to be his mother’s.

As the engine shut off, everyone got out. Kelce helped Molly out of the car, and Topper held the door open for you while you struggled a little with your dress.

"Thanks," you said with a polite smile and slung your bag over your shoulder.

Topper looked like he was about to say something (judging by his expression, probably trying to get a moment alone with you to talk about Cara), but Rafe suddenly appeared at his side, grabbing his shoulder with a crooked grin.

"Aight, enough whining about Hall," he said, nodding toward the entrance. "Cheer the fuck up and go find another chick inside. Or go annoy Kelce and Molly, I don't give a shit, but stop dragging us into it."

Such tact. Truly award-worthy. Though, to be fair, that actually sounded like Rafe’s version of wanting his friend to feel better.

Topper pressed his lips together, clearly debating whether to argue, but in the end, he just sighed and nodded. "I'll go join the others."

With that, he walked off.

As much as you felt sorry for him, it wasn’t your place to speak for Cara’s feelings, so you were actually kinda thankful for Rafe’s little lifeline.

SPEAKING OF RAFE.

Dude was eyeing you with the smuggest grin ever, blue eyes locked on yours before letting his gaze drop down your outfit (and soul, the way his stares always felt so intense) for a second.

And the way he just nodded, his eyes landing back on yours, DUDE WHAT.

"What?" Heat rose to your cheeks and you smiled sheepishly.

Rafe shook his head, lips tugging into a downward smile. "Nothing. Just curious who you dressed up for."

HUH. NOT HIM CALLING YOU OUT LIKE THIS. THIS WAS SO FUCKING EMBARRASSING BYE.

You let out a nervous chuckle and shook your head too. "Myself?"

Somehow, you both seemed to know that was bullshit, and now you just kinda wanted to curl up into fetal position and stay there for the next one billion years.

"Bold choice for a self-date," Rafe said with a shit-eating grin.

You couldn’t tell if that was a compliment or a smooth way of saying, “Next time, pick something else.”

Hey, I kinda wanna die right now.

"Shit, don’t look at me like that." Rafe chuckled boyishly. "You look good, alright? That dress suits you."

...

:)

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Cheeks hotter than the sun, but you didn’t care because OH MY GOD. You couldn’t even hide your smile, and you also didn’t care that you probably looked like some stupid fucking idiot while doing it, but WHO CARED.

"Thank you," you said, gripping the strap of your bag.

AND THEN you mustered up the courage to look him over as well. Not as obviously as he had, because that guy just seemed to have zero shame, but well, you did appreciate the view.

Even if he was wearing one of his probably thousand polo shirt variations again, it suited him just as well as the other 999. Paired with some more or less basic white shorts that really showed off the tan on his legs and some matching white Dior B57 sneakers.

Kinda low effort but that guy pulled it off like crazy. And him deciding to wear his hair as curtain bangs again BECAUSE OF YOU (yes, you'd never forget how he’d admitted that yesterday) kinda made your heart rate shoot up even higher.

Rafe raised his brows when you met his eyes again, and you felt caught and awkward, but still, you managed to say, "Looking fresh yourself."

That made the cutest laugh escape his lips, and you could literally feel the butterflies in your stomach dancing to that soft sound.

"I'm just gonna assume that’s a weirdly executed compliment and you're not just making fun of me," Rafe said with a lopsided smile.

You shrugged. "Maybe it’s both."

"Aight." Rafe then eyed your jacket. "Might wanna take that off though. They’ve got blankets and stuff in there, you know."

You let out a soft laugh, raising your brows. "And I’m just gonna assume this is your weird way of caring about me being comfortable and not just a way to get me undressed."

DID YOU ACTUALLY JUST SAY THAT OMMGMFMMF.

Rafe himself was the biggest confidence boost you could get, and his boldness kinda rubbed off on you.

He chuckled. "It’s both."

ALRIGHT, DUDE.

Okay, honestly, you were kinda starting to sweat under the jacket. First, it was still super warm despite the time, and second, Rafe’s flirty comments (yes, let’s just call them that) were turning your entire body into a heatwave.

With flushed cheeks, you let out a soft giggle and awkwardly tried to take off your jacket while still holding onto your purse without dropping both.

"Jesus, give that shit to me," Rafe said, grabbing your purse with one hand while helping you out of your jacket with the other.

"Ayo, you lovebirds coming?" Kelce’s voice boomed from a few steps ahead. "Seats are filling up, you’ll have to share one soon!"

UGHHH PLEASEEEE DON'T MAKE THIS EVEN MORE AWKWARD.

"Gonna kill that fucker someday," Rafe muttered as he handed you your purse back, eyeing the bracelet on your wrist with a silent smile.

You chuckled sheepishly and slung your bag back over your shoulder, blinking in confusion when he kept holding onto your jacket.

Rafe's gaze drifted over your now-exposed upper half for a second before he looked back at you with a smug grin, tilting his head toward the others. "Come on, before I lose interest in the movie altogether."

DUDE. You REALLY had to get used to this kind of apparently harmless flirting without immediately spiraling into that one very specific overthinking rabbit hole. Like—he couldn’t just make comments like that and then--

The sudden touch of his hand on your back yanked you out of your thoughts, a buzzing warmth settling over your whole body. He gave you a gentle nudge forward and you fell into step beside him, already missing the heat of his hand the second he let it fall away.

As soon as you reached the ticket booth, it found its place again as Rafe softly guided you past the grumpy-looking line toward Kelce, Topper, and Molly.

"Finally," Kelce said with a wide grin as he took two tickets. "Thought you—"

"Shut your ass and keep moving," Rafe cut in, softer than usual.

Topper was up next and followed the other two through the archway. Muffled voices and soft music already drifted from inside.

You reached for your wallet automatically, but Rafe had already stepped in front of you, placing your jacket on the counter. "Two tickets, and this to coat check."

You blinked. "You don't have to—"

"Yeah, yeah," Rafe said, eyes focused on his wallet as he handed the cashier forty dollars. "Keep the change."

No way. He was paying for you again AND tipping the kid behind the counter twenty-five dollars?? First the McDonald’s food and now this? What, why, how.

Plus, um ... you kinda needed that jacket later…

Rafe took two pink tickets and a tag with the number 69, grinning like a five-year-old (grow up please), and handed you one. "Just shut up and take it."

And you did (with a "Thank you" nonetheless) while your heart practically exploded in all directions. Then you followed him through the archway onto the event space.

Dozens of people were already scattered across the area—locals and even some tourons—chit-chatting, laughing, lounging in groups or pairs. Some had already claimed a spot in front of the massive screen on floor cushions or deck chairs. A few had even brought their own blankets and pillows.

To the side were the restrooms and food stalls selling popcorn, nachos, and other snacks, plus all kinds of drinks from water to vodka-energy, and a variety of rental blankets and pillows.

And strung up between trees and posts were dozens of fairy lights and pink paper lanterns (clearly Barbie was the more anticipated movie tonight). It looked gorgeous, and cozy, especially now with the sun halfway down the horizon.

Which, as a matter of fact, made the whole setting feel... a little too intimate.

The others were nowhere to be seen, and it was just you and Rafe now, standing near the entrance. And the fact that he'd been all gentlemanly earlier didn’t help—THIS ALMOST FELT LIKE A FUCKING DATE, JESUS CHRIST.

OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOK CALM DOWN. JUST LOOK AROUND, MAYBE I CAN SPOT--

"I guess you'll want some snacks and shit like that."

Your head snapped back to him, suddenly very aware of how exposed you felt without your jacket, without Topper, Kelce, or Molly AROUND AND AHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH.

The only thing grounding you was the bag on your shoulder, which you were now holding onto like your life depended on it.

"Um, yeah, sure," you said, internally begging your brain to chill the fuck out.

WHY DIDN’T HE CARE WHERE THE OTHERS WERE THOUGH??? HELLOOO YOUR FRIENDS ARE GONE, PLEASE LOOK FOR THEM.

With a simple "Aight, come on" from Rafe, you followed him toward one of the snack stands, trying to maintain a respectful distance.

This time, there was no one for Rafe to cut in front of, so the two of you just stood there AND YOUR BRAIN COMPLETELY BLANKED ON EVERY TOPIC KNOWN TO MAN.

How was he so chill while you almost debated asking him what brand of microwave he’d recommend because you LITERALLY had nothing else to think of HELP.

Nervously, you hugged yourself, trying to ground yourself by gently pinching the skin on your upper arm.

"You cold?"

You met his raised eyebrows and instinctively dropped your hands, giving him a small, smiley shake of your head. "Wh—no. No."

Rafe eyed you for a long second before saying, "You're being weird."

NOT HIM CALLING YOU OUT OH MY GOD.

"You're always weird, but this is weird-weird," he added, dry amusement in his tone.

You let out a strained chuckle. "Okay, maybe I am kind of cold."

ughhhhhhhhhhhh. Please believe me, please believe me, please—

"Well, then we’ll buy a fucking blanket. Jesus Christ, you gotta chill."

oKAY.

WAIT—WE?!?!?!?!?!

You had zero time to spiral over that because suddenly, you two were up. WAIT—YOU TWO??? NO. RAFE. RAFE WAS NEXT. HELP. WHAT’S GOING ON.

He ordered some nachos with salsa dip and a large diet coke and then turned to you with an expectant expression.

WHAT. NO FUCKING WAY.

No no no no no no. Him paying AGAIN felt so insanely weird for no reason. You stepped forward and grabbed your wallet, and he looked at you like you just insulted his entire bloodline.

"That's some disrespect," he said, raising an eyebrow, though the amusement in his tone was undeniable.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. "I just... you really don’t have to—"

"Shit, only thing I wanna hear right now is your order," he cut you off, and the cashier's barely hidden smile just made the whole thing ten times more awkward.

And because you really didn’t want to drag this painfully awkward situation out any longer, you just told her your snack and drink choice.

Rafe placed two twenty-dollar bills on the counter and added, "And a blanket. Large."

The pretty cashier girl glanced between the two of you, lifting a brow with clear amusement. "We only have small ones left."

YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME.

PLEASE ASK FOR TWO. PLEASE FUCKING ASK FOR TWO.

"Yeah, well, one of those then."

[Insert brain explosion sound here.]

You could literally feel the adrenaline flooding your body, nerves tingling and buzzing, butterflies flying around all confused and bumping into each other like WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONE.

You kinda felt like hyperventilating but all you did was smile with the most strained expression because what :) else :) were :) you :) supposed :) to :) do :)?????!?!??!!

Rafe took the change and shouldered the blanket bag over one strap, then reached for his snack order.

You grabbed yours too and followed him, your nerves shot to hell. You honestly felt like some helpless prey knowing it was about to get devoured but having no idea when.

Your cheeks burned hot and you were pretty sure your blood pressure was sky-high, except you had no idea why you were freaking out so much. All you could hear was your own heart pounding in your chest and ears.

You almost didn’t even notice that Rafe had stopped, or rather, that he’d been stopped.

Wait, no. Rafe had stopped because you’d been stopped.

Cara had grabbed your arm, halting you in your tracks, a huge grin on her face as she greeted you both.

Shit. And JJ was next to her, waving with a smile.

Your half-panic attack vanished instantly, now replaced with a new, different anxiety: Rafe freaking out, saying some dumb shit, or worse, starting actual shit with JJ. Or JJ not keeping his mouth shut. Or even worse, the other Pogues showing up.

But they didn’t. And all Rafe did was...stay quiet, other than giving Cara a casual "'Sup."

WHICH MADE YOU ALL THE MORE CONFUSED BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP WITH HIM TODAY.

"Already said hi to Kelce and Molly," Cara said, eyeing you with a grin that basically screamed I-see-one-blanket-and-your-jacket’s-missing-soooo-wink-wink. "Also spotted Topper, but didn’t wanna interrupt his chit-chat with Ruthie."

RUTHIE’S HERE? OF COURSE SHE’S HERE.

Rafe scoffed. "He’s salty 'cause you turned him down."

Cara blinked, genuinely looking a little guilty. "I didn’t turn him down. I just already promised someone else I’d join their group. And last I checked, his car only has five seats anyway."

"Could’ve thrown Kelce in the trunk," Rafe shrugged.

Dude.

"Or someone could’ve gotten cozy on a lap," JJ added with a smirk. Directed at you.

DUDE.

Rafe finally tensed and you found yourself relaxing (girl, are you okay???) because that was a sign he wasn’t some polite and gentleman-programmed clone of himself.

But before he could snap at JJ, Cara stepped in. "Or Topper could stop acting like a drama queen just because I turned down his invite," she said with a frown, though you knew better. She felt bad.

Rafe tilted his head, and the air shifted in a way you did not like. Great. Now you had to de-escalate this?

"I’m sure he’d still appreciate it if you say hi later," you said with a smile that was clearly meant to signal pls-this-is-getting-weird-fast.

Cara, thank god, got the message and sighed dramatically. "Guess you’re right." Then she looked at her wrist like there was a watch. "Oh no, movie’s starting soon. Gotta grab our snacks before we miss out."

Oscar goes to her for sure.

You just nodded, smile still strained. "Right."

"Okay, see you two later!" she grinned at both of you, then grabbed JJ by the arm and dragged him off toward the food stalls.

Bomb successfully defused.

You turned back to Rafe and he looked at you with a boyish grin. "Didn’t know she had piercings."

Wh—OH. WHAT.

You stared at him blankly.

Had he seriously checked out her tits? Okay, no judgment, like Cara had gone braless today and her boobs looked legitimately perfect—like GODDESS-LEVEL—in that pink dress of hers, and even you couldn’t help but notice the second she'd walked up but...

You didn’t like that Rafe had.

Of course, of course he could look. He was a guy after all, and what else did they ever see beyond tits and ass, and yeah, Cara was an absolute bombshell, but…

Hm.

HM.

A weird feeling spread through your stomach and the butterflies just kinda sat there now, not sure what to do or how to feel.

"Well, yeah, I guess," you said, and it was so painfully obvious how the slight bitterness in your voice still came through. So you tried to compensate with a smile, but you probably looked like someone being held at gunpoint. "She got them a few weeks ago."

Rafe seemed way too entertained by that and just nodded with a wide grin. "Bet that hurt."

"It’s a sensitive area, so... yeah," you replied, trying to sound casual and failing miserably.

An awkward silence started creeping in, adding to the sudden clenching in your chest, and you felt huge secondhand embarrassment for yourself. For being JEALOUS of your own best friend, especially when you and Rafe weren’t even a couple in ANY WAY and just UGHHHH.

Can I be normal for ONE FUCKING SECOND, please.

"Ayo, Rafe!" Kelce’s voice suddenly echoed from somewhere deeper inside the event space.

You and Rafe both looked up and spotted him somewhere between the seating area in front of the screen, waving with both arms.

Relief washed over you, and without waiting for any comment from Rafe, you started walking toward Kelce through the rows of bean bags, lounge chairs, and picnic blankets.

You found Kelce sitting on one of the lounge beds in the back rows… and Molly on a different one (?). A second later, you felt Rafe’s presence beside you.

Kelce patted the spot next to him, a huge grin on his face. "We saved you one of the best spots. Didn't want you sitting on some uncomfortable floor pillows. Bad for the spine, you know."

...no. Just. NO.

NONONONONONONONO.

There was no way you were gonna lie down on a damn shared lounge bed with RAFE, barely wide enough for two people. NOPE. NO. NO THANK YOU.

OKAY YES HOLY SHIT YES, BUT ALSO NO NO NO.

And Rafe—this NONCHALANT FUCKING GUY—didn’t give a single fuck. After Kelce had gotten up and moved over to sit with Molly, Rafe just dropped the blanket bag onto the bed and placed his nachos and Coke on the holder on the left side like this was the most normal thing ever.

You just stood there frozen, your heart SCREAMING AT YOU TO JUST SIT DOWN while your brain was spiraling, throwing thoughts and questions around, with the two big monsters called fear and anxiety looming over everything like a cold storm—

“Come on, Y/n.”

Molly. Her voice was soft and quiet next to you. “Enjoy yourself a little.”

She looked up at you with her sweet smile and kind eyes. There was a gentle understanding in her expression, and beneath it, this warm encouragement—like she got it. Like she really understood what was happening inside your head. The panic, the confusion, and mostly the sheer anxiety about this whole... situation.

And somehow, just that little sentence and her sweet smile were enough to bring a tiny bit of quiet to your brain.

YOU COMPLETELY UNDERSTOOD WHY KELCE HAD IMMEDIATELY FALLEN FOR HER BECAUSE DUDE.

“You waiting for an invitation or what?” And then there was Rafe with his passive-aggressive bullshit, already lying back with his legs up, shoes off, sipping his stupid Coke Zero.

Remember: he’s just a dumbass. Sure, he might be the biggest crush you've ever had, but deep down he's just a dumb little stupid boy. You had absolutely no reason to feel intimidated or nervous around him.

WELL YOU HADN’T—UNTIL HE'D DECIDED TO BE A GODDAMN GENTLEMAN TODAY WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Okokokok whatever, I’m gonna move now and just sit down. Yeah, yeah, a little smile, mm-hmm, that’s it. And now I’ll set my stuff down on my side. Okay, done. Oh shit, my drink nearly slipped hahah. Whatever, it’s fine. Now I’ll hang my bag on the hook at the side and then I'MGONNATAKEAPLACEJUSTINCHESAWAYFROMRAFEOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOK.

DONE.

KJDEWFBGVJKWRBGFVWSJKBHFCSKWHBFESQHRL.

You smoothed out the fabric of your dress, let your hands fall into your lap, and leaned not at all tensely against the pillow backrest, staring straight ahead like a normal person because everything about this was completely normal.

:) yes, normal :)

Oh, wait. Your shoes.

You kicked them off and tossed them into the grass, and because you could feel Rafe’s burning gaze on you the whole time, you finally met his eyes—and he looked so fucking done with you it was almost hilarious.

He didn’t even look pissed. Just straight-up The-Office-style deadpan, like he was staring directly into some invisible camera, and that camera was your eyes.

"You know, at this point, you might as well just sit in the grass," he said, walking that fine line between annoyance and amusement.

And okay, he kind of had a point. You were sitting so far to the right your right leg was basically hanging off the edge of the bed.

I’m so fucking embarrassing holy shit.

You gave him a sheepish smile, and your heart sank when his brows furrowed.

"Are you seriously scared I might try some shit?" He actually sounded hurt beneath all that faux offense, and now you felt like the biggest idiot alive.

You shook your head instantly, heart racing. "No, no, of course not." An embarrassed smile crept onto your face. "I just—"

"Some minion fucker said shit to you," he stated, voice and expression softening just a little now.

Nodding at that painfully accurate guess felt humiliating. Sure, by now he knew your brain was a little fucked up, but not being able to just sit next to him? So fucking ridiculous.

You forced yourself to scoot a little closer, away from the edge, feeling like the most embarrassing human being on earth.

“Okay, stop,” he said, clearly trying to keep his frustration in check. He motioned to his chest. “I’m not gonna sit here with you acting like I’m holding you at gunpoint, alright? So if you’d rather go join Hall and her lapdog,” he made a shooing motion with his hand, “go for it.”

Your heart clenched at how disappointed and lowkey sad he sounded rather than mad or annoyed. And he’d been so nice today anyway, all smiley and chill, and now he looked like someone had popped his favorite balloon. Or, more accurately: like you had.

Of course you WEREN’T scared he’d try anything. Not in the slightest, oh my god, no, it was just…

NOTHING. There wasn’t a single damn problem except you and your own damn head.

Fuck that. Seriously, fuck your brain and every thought it ever created. Just—fuck it.

Shaking your head, you said, “What? No. No! I’m fine here. It’s… I’m just being stupid, okay?”

Rafe gave you a look like he was considering getting up and sitting somewhere else, but his gaze softened into a smile. He tapped his head. “Nah, it’s your fucking asshole brain feeding you stupid shit.” He sighed, then shook his head again. “Can’t believe I even have to say this shit, but if it helps you chill the fuck out: I’m gonna keep my hands to myself, alright?” He picked up the blanket bag and moved it toward you. “And this was meant for you anyway. I don’t need it.”

Okay no.

You did NOT want him feeling like he needed to explain himself just to not be seen as a creep because YOU KNEW DAMN WELL HE WASN’T.

JESUS CHRIST. You were the one putting people into shitty situations like this. And Rafe, of all people—this guy probably had to put up with your bullshit more than anyone else these past few days.

Furrowing your brows, you scooted closer and grabbed the blanket bag, opening it up and tossing that stupid thing to the side. You tried spreading the fluffy pink blanket across both your legs, but it was so awkwardly rolled together you kinda failed and a giant ball of fluff just landed squarely on both your laps.

“The fuck are you trying to achieve here?” Rafe said, half annoyed, half amused, watching you struggle with the small-ass blanket.

You leaned forward, trying to figure out which side was up. “Proving to you that I’m not uncomfortable around you.”

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, letting out a strained breath as he gently slapped your hand away from awkwardly fumbling with the blanket. In one smooth motion, he spread it lengthwise across both your laps.

Then you realized—it was still too warm for a blanket, especially a fluffy one like this, and you could already feel sweat creeping onto your skin. Thank god, Rafe felt it too.

“Okay, point proven,” he said with a soft scoff. “Now can we ditch this thing before I get a fucking heatstroke?”

You let out a chuckle and nodded, pulling the blanket off and tossing it to the foot of your seat.

As you shifted positions, the background music faded and the sound of the movie started. Wait, no, just some commercials. The voices around you gradually died down anyway, and the last people were finding their seats.

The air between you and Rafe finally settled. Back to as normal as it could get. And so fast too, like, you never really had to be afraid of anything with him, because even if you got into a dumb little argument, you two always somehow figured it out right away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him tilt his head toward you, hands resting on his stomach. “Have you seen the movie before?”

You tilted your head toward him too, adrenaline spiking the second you realized how close you were. Elbows just a few inches apart, his face still at a respectful formal distance but close enough for you to see the blue pattern in his stupidly pretty eyes.

And god, his cologne in the air between you.

You smiled and shook your head softly. “You?”

“Nah,” he said, and Jesus, his gaze was always so intense. “Didn’t even wanna see this crap, but Wheezie insisted I come.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “She seems more and more likeable every time you talk about her.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he scratched his jaw. “She says the same about you.”

OH MY HOLY FUCKING GOD. HE TALKED TO HIS LITTLE SISTER ABOUT YOU???? AHUJCHDNSKCHNKEHVBSFD WHAT.

His gaze drifted back to the screen as the actual intro to the movie started playing. A woman’s voice narrated something over the scene of girls playing with dolls, but you weren’t really listening.

You were too aware of Rafe sitting right there, the scent of his cologne, how relaxed he seemed—and still thinking about that almost hurt expression he had earlier.

You stared blankly at the screen, biting the inside of your cheek. He’s actually trying to make me feel comfortable, and I made him feel like I was grossed out or scared of him.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tilted your head toward him, eyeing his calm profile for a second. The softness of his skin, his cute little lashes, the focused look in his eyes—and the violet-tinted bruise on his cheek that almost looked like a blossom.

“Rafe,” you said quietly.

You almost melted at how soft he looked when he turned his head toward you. Big blue eyes staring at you, almost scared of what you were about to say.

"I’m sorry about earlier," you said with a soft look. "I acted like an idiot. Probably made you feel like one, too."

Rafe shook his head and waved it off. “Nah, it’s alright. I’m used to your shit by now.”

Nope. That didn’t sit right with you.

You pressed your lips together, turning your body to face him in a sideways position, legs pulled up toward you. His eyes flicked briefly to the curve of your hip before meeting your gaze again, clearly trying not to smile.

A rush of adrenaline surged through you, but you kept your gaze steady, your expression serious. “Still. I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to explain yourself.”

Rafe let out an amused breath. "Chill, okay? Seriously, I didn’t mind."

How was he sometimes so chill, and other times made a whole issue out of something that wasn’t even one?

"Or do you need me to shut up the asshole minion in your head?" he said, lips tugging into a downward smile.

You let out a quiet chuckle and fidgeted with the bracelet on your wrist. "I think I managed that myself, but thanks."

He pulled a mock-pained face. "Sucks. Would’ve loved to smash that guy’s face in."

Another soft giggle slipped from your lips, and with that conversation wrapped up, you turned back to your original position. The fabric of your dress had ridden up slightly, giving a peak at your thighs and you quickly tugged it back down with an awkward motion.

Barbieland was now being introduced on the screen, showcasing all the different Barbie variants.

And then it was Rafe who shifted, leaning forward to grab the blanket.

You eyed him with a confused smile as he pulled it back over both your legs. “So you are in fact cold” you said, amused, heart racing at the sweet gesture.

Rafe looked up, almost startled, as he pulled the blanket over his lap as well. “What? Yeah, no, just... feels more comfy.”

…

Oh.

You just stared at him in slight disbelief, then amusement, then full-on embarrassment, knowing exactly what the two of you were now sharing under that blanket.

"What," he said quietly, brows furrowed with an almost accusatory tone. “It’s not like I control that shit.”

You should probably be weirded out. No, actually—FREAK OUT, PANIC, stand up and leave. But instead, you just pressed your lips together, trying not to chuckle at how genuinely awkward he looked. And probably felt.

Shit, you actually felt sorry for him.

So, in a weak attempt to make him feel better, you mirrored his movement, pulling your side of the blanket over your lap too and quietly shifting your gaze back to the screen, where the stereotypical Barbie was just being introduced.

Your heart was racing nonetheless, because like... not Rafe getting hard at the most random-ass moment during a Barbie movie. And not you lying just a few inches away from him and OKAY MAYBE KINDA PANICKING A LITTLE.

nONONONONO. Stuff like that happens all the time. He probably felt just as embarrassed as you did. Honestly, maybe even more.

Okay. Just ignore it. It'll probably go away soon, right?

Keeping your focus on the movie was kinda hard though, with how uncomfortable you felt in your current position, neck all tense because you were lying too low, and being on your back felt awkward in general.

So now you had two options: either turn on your side, facing Rafe, or turn your back to him. And given his current…situation, you weren’t really sure which one was worse.

Shit, but you really couldn’t lie like that anymore, and you didn’t wanna risk a cramp or something just because you were too scared to move. So you decided to turn onto your side—facing him—because, well… you didn’t wanna make him feel bad by turning away.

Grabbing the pillow behind you, you slid one hand underneath it and rested the other next to your face. There. Much better.

"You doing that shit on purpose now?" Rafe asked, and your head snapped toward him, catching him glancing at the curve of your hip again, now hidden under the blanket.

You let out a baffled little laugh, shaking your head. "What? No. This is just more comfortable."

“Yeah, shit. Not for me,” he muttered, and poor boy actually looked like he was suffering.

Nerves buzzing, you just stared at him cluelessly, your heart racing at the possibility that you were the reason for his current situation. "I... what do you want me to do?"

"I don’t know, stop moving." He looked so genuinely embarrassed, wearing that little scowl, that somehow it didn’t feel that weird. Okay, it did, but not as much as you'd expected. And honestly, right now, you just wanted to make him feel a little less awkward.

"Well... maybe turning on your side might help," you said quietly, with a barely hidden smile. "Might ease the pressure, considering—"

"Please just shut the fuck up," Rafe muttered, his face contorted in the most dramatic frown possible. On screen, stereotypical Barbie was now getting ready for her day. Then, after a beat, he did in fact shift downward a bit and turned to face you, mirroring your position.

For a moment, you just stared at each other. A respectful distance between you, but still close enough to feel his breath on your hand. He looked at you like he might actually murder you if you dared open your mouth, and you tried your absolute best not to laugh.

“Did you know,” you whispered, trying to keep a straight face, “Mr. Martin’s buttcrack always peeks out when he tries to write on the upper half of the board.”

Rafe stared at you, deadpan, very obviously trying to suppress a smile. You decided to go one further: “Looks like a dark hairy caterpillar from afar.”

His features softened almost immediately as a baffled chuckle escaped him, the blanket on your side lifting a little as his body shifted onto his back. He dragged a hand over his face in annoyed amusement, letting out a quiet, "What the fuck."

You held back a smile, glancing up at him with raised brows, feeling a little proud for getting those soft chuckles out of him from time to time. “Did that help?”

Rafe looked at you with a crooked smile, amusement glimmering in his eyes. "Shit, yeah, it did. I’ll probably never get hard again with that cursed image now burned into my brain."

“Imagine him in a tankini, that should do the trick,” you offered, and Rafe’s face twisted in disgust.

He tapped a finger against his temple. “That weird-ass minion in your head is worse than the shit-talking one.”

You let out a soft giggle, and your heart did a little jump when you saw him smiling along too.

Rafe then fully shifted onto his back again and tried adjusting the blanket higher up, but since it was stretched lengthwise over both of you, your feet ended up exposed. A soft breeze hit them, now that the sun had finally dipped below the horizon.

"Okay, you gotta scoot closer if we both wanna fit under here," he said, scoffing at your expression. "Shit, relax. Thanks to your overly detailed description of Martin’s wrinkly, hairy caterpillar buttcrack, I'm probably gonna be impotent for the next few weeks."

NOT RELAXING IN THE SLIGHTEST RIGHT NOW.

“But I can get up and grab my own blanket if you want,” he added more seriously, catching your baffled look.

WHY WAS HE SO SWEET TONIGHT OH MY GOD.

Okay. This is your chance for SOME CLOSENESS WITH HIM. He might’ve had a boner just now HAHAHAHAHA and you were still kind of shocked at yourself for how weirdly chill you'd reacted, BUT LET’S JUST IGNORE THAT AND USE THIS FUCKING CHANCE GIRLLLLL LET’S GOOOO.

Quietly, you shook your head with a nervous smile, grabbed your pillow, and scooted closer to him. While you kind of struggled to figure out how exactly you were supposed to lie next to him that close, Rafe grabbed the blanket and turned it so that the long side actually covered the length of your bodies.

Okay, lying on your side wasn’t really possible here, so you turned onto your back. But now your upper arms were awkwardly pressed together, both of you with your hands resting on your stomach, and your hips were touching, too, AND JESUS CHRIST HIS BODY FELT SO WARM.

But hey, at least you were both covered now, even if you were pretty sure he could hear your heartbeat, with how loud it was pounding in your chest.

Barbie was now at the beach with her friends, the Kens were doing some beach stuff or whatever BUT YOU COULDN’T REALLY FOCUS.

Also, his elbow was digging uncomfortably into yours, so you tried adjusting yours, which made him move again AND JESUS CHRIST THIS WAS AWKWARD.

“Shit, wait,” Rafe said with a quiet scoff and leaned forward. “This isn’t working.”

You just blinked at him, afraid he’d actually get up now to grab his own blanket.

Instead, he gently grabbed your shoulder, signaling you to lean forward for a second. Which you did—letting him take the lead because your brain had gone completely blank at THIS ABSURDLY CLOSE PROXIMITY.

Rafe grabbed your pillow, scooted into a more upright position, then leaned back again, his right arm now resting on the low backrest, his head supported by his hand. With the other, he placed the pillow in the now empty space, half on his shoulder and under his armpit, and gestured to it.

GUYS.

“There,” he said. “You okay with that?”

JUST SAY YES AND LIE DOWN, NO SECOND GUESSING.

So you did. Heart hammering so loud you didn’t even hear yourself speak. You smiled—half anxious, half excited—and leaned back again.

Since he was lying slightly elevated on his back, you had to scoot down a little, your head pressing against the pillow, your left shoulder half resting on his chest, and you folded your hands comfortably on your stomach. Your elbow ended up resting against the side of his hip because of that, and you expected him to shift away...but he didn’t. And NEITHER DID YOU because acknowledging it would just make it worse and—

GIRL. RELAX.

Your body was relaxed. Rafe’s warmth helped you ease into it, and the fact that he was so chill made it even easier. BUT YOUR MIND? YOUR MIND WAS SCREAMING, RUNNING IN CIRCLES, SETTING EVERYTHING ON FIRE BECAUSE YOU WERE BASICALLY HALF-CUDDLING WITH RAFE RIGHT NOW.

It’s fine. It’s cool.

Everything’s completely chill.

Actually, yeah, literally chill. Your skin had goosebumps, both from the situation and the drop in temperature over the past half hour.

And then a whole firework erupted on your upper right arm as you felt Rafe’s arm behind you shift, to pull up the blanket on your side and cover the rest of your upper body, AND HIS FINGERS BRUSHED YOUR SKIN AS HE DID SO AND—

You held your breath.

Because.

THIS FUCKER just left his arm there. Not back on the armrest, not casually elsewhere—no, right there, lightly resting on your right shoulder, his fingers playing with the sleeve of your dress.

OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOK.

You bit the inside of your cheek so hard you tasted blood because WAS THIS EVEN REAL?! WAS THIS ON PURPOSE OR WAS HE JUST SO FOCUSED ON THE MOVIE HE DIDN’T NOTICE? AHHHHHHHHH

But you let him.

You let him because you wanted this. Being close to him, feeling the warmth of his body, all cozied up. Your heart was racing, fluttering like it didn’t know whether to panic or melt. Every brush of his arm sent little sparks down your spine, too much and not enough all at once.

Because, as a matter of fact, it wasn't enough. Now that you’d had a taste of this feeling—of how it felt being so close to him—it was like something inside you had been lit up. There was this deep urge and longing to completely turn toward him, fully cuddle up, put your hand on his chest, drape a leg over his, bury your head in his chest and just inhale his scent and UGHHHH.

But you were a coward. A scaredy cat, too afraid he’d push you away. Especially because this right here? It was toeing a fine line between “we’re just cold and sharing a blanket so obviously we scoot closer” and “considering we’re just project partners who happened to agree on being friends, this was way more intimate than necessary.”

Hey, funny thought here: what if you just did it? :)

Because HE clearly never gave much thought to how his little flirtations affected you. He made it damn clear it was all just for fun. So maybe you could just… cuddle with him. For fun.

Worst case? He’d say something like “You wanna get into it now or what?” and then you’d just awkwardly laugh and go “Sorry, just felt more comfy like this” and scoot back into your old position.

Remember? With Rafe, you never had to be afraid of doing some dumb shit or embarrassing yourself.

FUCK IT.

You pressed your lips together and pushed yourself up on your elbow, ignoring the pang of disappointment as his arm slipped back onto the backrest, his expression confused. DOESN’T MATTER, PUSH THROUGH GIRL. Adrenaline shot up as you grabbed the pillow that had been under his arm and silently placed it across his ribs, READY TO LAY DOWN—

—only for him to stop you with a crooked smile, your heart dropping straight through the floor.

You froze. Completely. Like your body had hit an invisible wall. Eyes wide, breath hitched, you just… stared at him. You didn’t dare speak, didn’t dare move, afraid that even the smallest word might expose you in the worst way possible.

“Shit, you're gonna suffocate me with that thing,” Rafe said with amusement and moved the pillow to the side. Then he gestured toward the now free space on the side of his chest. “There.”

Your whole body buzzed as his right arm returned to your upper arm, now gently nudging you toward him.

Ignoring every voice of reason and panic in your head, letting yourself be guided into him, turning your body toward his, resting your head against the side of his chest, your shoulder naturally tilting in, your arm daring to settle on his upper stomach.

Every nerve lit up, hyperaware of the rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek, the heat of his skin seeping into yours through his shirt. It was terrifying and euphoric, like stepping off a ledge and realizing, just for a second, that maybe you liked the adrenaline you felt while looking downward.

And then you almost exploded, because this guy took it a step further. His left hand remained casually on his thigh, but his other arm wrapped around your back, HIS HAND NOW RESTING ON YOUR BLANKET-COVERED WAIST.

Okay. You were officially done for :)))))))

Your heart was racing, pounding so loud it felt like drums in your ears, pulse probably skyrocketing, and let’s not even talk about the adrenaline—you’d probably need the ER in the next few seconds.

And the craziest thing was how he'd just accepted it. He'd let you do this. Hadn’t said anything dumb, hadn’t made a joke. Instead, he just laid there, snacking on his nachos and sipping his Coke Zero occasionally, the only things he said being how stupid Ken looked and acted and how weird his rivalry with the other Ken was.

But you didn’t have the heart to tell him that, actually, that was exactly how you saw him and Kelce. So you just stayed quiet, chuckled softly whenever he made another snarky remark, and soaked in this surreal moment that would be over again in about 60 minutes.

And when his left hand absentmindedly started playing with the bracelet dangling from your wrist, you didn’t say anything either—too afraid to ruin whatever this was.

Because somehow, it felt like the little agreement of friendship you made just yesterday was already, very slowly, starting to slip away into something you were too afraid to name.

Or maybe. Maybe, this was just what it looked like when two people, thrown together by coincidence, trusted each other enough to get this comfortable without needing to put it into words.

Little did you two know—it was both.

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✿ A / N ✿ imma be real, i feel like i fucked up their whole dynamic with the last scene aka them lying on the bed and cuddling and ughhh, and i also feel like you can feel through the writing how impatient i grew with the ending of this ch. idk maybe i should've postponed this and actually think it through but i kinda lost my mind with this one and now it seems like i skipped over some steps. idk maybe i'm just tired or biased bc of how long this chapter is so what do you guys think? bc i'm srsly considering reworking the last part HAHAHAHAH #heart'sactuallyracingrn

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Nanny | jjk (m)

✦ summary: you take a babysitting job for the wealthy Jeon family, one night you get to see Mr. Jeon in the kitchen, finding him much more attractive in person than in photos. Despite his seemingly disinterest in you, he comes to you one night, summoning you to his studio.

✦rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

✦ pairing: dilf!Jungkook + f!reader

✦ warnings: married!jungkook, dad!jungkook, he is a father of two, older!jungkook, power imbalance relationship, he is your boss’s husband, mistress!reader, cheater!jungkook, swearing, kissing, boob play, finger licking, slight choking, fingering, degradation, penetrative s3x, no mentions of contraceptive use, he cums inside.

✦word count: 3.5K

✦a/n: this is written in first person, oopsie. hope you enjoy.

The clock indicates 9PM as I tiptoed out of the children's room, my steps light and cautious, mindful not to wake the little ones. I was the Jeon’s trusted babysitter.

My sister worked as Mrs. Jeon personal trainer. The woman would spend her whole day at the country club, pilates in the morning, then tennis and swimming lessons at the afternoon. She spent zero time with the kids, she is finally home after 7pm, but it was almost like she warded off her kids, I’m convinced she hates interacting with them, at nights she went to her room or to the patio to have dinner while FaceTiming an unknown man, that was my second hint that she could be cheating on Mr. Jeon, actually at that point I was pretty convinced. She went out with her friends during the weekend nights, going on clubs, bars or some girls night, she always had a plan, some days she wouldn’t come back until Monday morning, with her hair tangled and unkempt, pumps off and a dry colorless face.

She had fired the previous babysitter after she found out she was stealing some of the kids clothing and selling them online, she was an old lady who pretended to be a retired and experienced children psychologist, Mrs. Jeon never cared enough to read her resume, turns out she wasn’t, and it only took the effort of googling her name to find news about her other scams on rich families pretending to be a kind babysitter, and not only she was stealing the kids’ clothes, also Mrs. Jeon’s jewels.

Shortly after she hired a young kindergarten teacher, only lasted a week. Mrs. Jeon thought she was too flirty when she greeted her husband, truth is she never saw them interact, it might be the fact that the girl had a rising onlyfans page that Mrs. Jeon found about because the gardener had recognized her, and also because she was an impolite vegan, the girl demanded rudely to the chef to make her a special vegan meal, so Mrs. Jeon told her to not come back the next day.

Once the door clicked softly shut behind me, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. Babysitting could be exhausting, but I cherished these moments of tranquility after the children had drifted off to dreamland. I made my way to the cozy living room, settled onto the plush sofa, eager to enjoy a few moments of relaxation.

My sister received a call for help from Mrs. Jeon. Desperate because if she didn’t find a new babysitter before the kids finished their school day she had to stay with them for the rest of the day. My sister said she sounded as if someone had died, in complete panic. I got my sister’s call for help, she wanted to be in her boss’ good side and also to get my ass out of the couch once and for all.

I had just graduated, and conveniently unemployed. I had tried my luck in a big city, completely failed and had to return home. Had been rotting in my family home for almost a month until my sister told me she had a job opportunity for me.

- Just focus on taking care of the kids, don’t engage with the male employees on the house, she will think you are fucking them, she hates sharing her men. And if you get to see Mr. Jeon when he arrives early from work just say good night without making eye contact, no more exchange, understood?

In fact, I had never seen Mr. Jeon in person. There were huge family pictures all around the house walls, and small frames on the shelves that portrayed his beautiful face.

Mr. Jeon is a handsome man, with youthful features and athletic physique. From chatting with the maids I learned that he goes jogging at 6 AM, to the gym at 7, has breakfast at 8, then heads to work until 9 to 10 at night when he arrives home, takes a shower and goes to bed.

As weeks went by, my love for the kids grew, just as much as my curiosity for their gorgeous father.

The couple didn’t share a room, in fact, apparently they hated each other. They were a happy pair until she was “forced” to bare his children. Both families had agreed to unite in all aspects including business, but the warranty was to have at least one male that would take over everything one day. They did, the youngest of the two children was a beautiful and healthy boy, but Mrs. Jeon was left traumatized and deformed after the pregnancies, which caused the fall of their successful marriage.

Linda, their oldest maid said that it all started even before they got married, because both were compulsive cheaters that enjoyed to have interaction with people bellow their status, such as maids, trainers, secretaries, drivers, bodyguards, etc.

As I reached for a book from the nearby shelf, I heard a faint rustling sound coming from the kitchen. I paused, my heart skipping a beat. Perhaps it was just the house settling.

This weekend I had been tasked to stay over and take care of the kids while Mrs. Jeon was on a girls trip to Indonesia, she’s coming back on Monday.

I’d say Mrs. Jeon trusted me, I was her beloved personal trainer’s sister and I’ve been doing a good job taking care of the kids, acted as if the chef, the gardener, the drivers and the new pastry cook didn’t exist. She was happy with my work.

Her instructions were to just normally complete my Friday - Saturday routine with the kids, but to stay over to keep an eye on them at night, she didn’t trust the maids, one time she had a nightmare in which they all grabbed forks to kill them and fed her a broth made with their bones, ever since she’s been paranoid, she says they hate her so much she believes they are capable of doing it.

It was Friday night, the kids already asleep, I would usually go home after this, but I had to sleep on one of the guest rooms to check on the kids, and Saturday morning prepare them for their swimming lesson and entertain them for the rest of the day.

But then I heard it again, unmistakably—a soft shuffling, like footsteps moving across the tiled floor. My breath caught in my throat as I debated whether to investigate or retreat to the safety of the children's room. The staff had already ended their activities, they were all supposed to be in their chambers.

Summoning courage, I rose from the sofa and tiptoed towards the kitchen, my pulse quickening with each step. The dim light from the living room cast eerie shadows against the walls, adding to the sense of uneasiness that gripped me.

Peering cautiously around the corner, My eyes widened in astonishment. Standing in the center of the kitchen was a figure—Mr. Jeon, very alive and kicking.

He was so much more handsome in person, an unreal beauty. Blazer and tie off, sleeves up his elbows revealed his tattoos, they covered his whole right arm and hand, first three buttons undone letting me see part of his chest, he was bulked. A piercing adorning his lower lip, another on his right eyebrow, a couple more on his ears.

I had heard he did that to his body after he found out guys with piercings and tattoos gave Mrs. Jeon the ick. Apparently he really wanted her away from him.

- Who are you? He asked confused, looked like he already had a few drinks, was peering at the fridge looking for a beer.

- The babysitter.

- What happened to Ms. Barlowe? he asked while opening the beer can and pouring it in a glass.

- She was fired two months ago. I tried to respond as concisely as possible, but this man was making me feel things that would put this job on risk. He liked getting inside the staff’s panties? Then he could take me right here.

- What’s your name? How old are you?

- y/n, hadn’t you heard it’s impolite to ask a woman’s age. I’m old enough.

- Old enough? For what? He chuckled.

- To be your children’s babysitter. I said jokingly, nothing matters anymore, this man has me on my knees acting all flirty.

- Once we had a 16 year old. He said looking at me, taking a sip of his beer.

- Not that young, more like old enough to buy alcohol all that stuff. I said while looking down at my feet, shyness taking over me all of a sudden, I shouldn’t have said anything.

- Are you staying the night?

- Yes, I have to keep an eye on the kids while your wife is away.

- Then I’ll see you around doll, I need a shower. He winked and walked to leave the kitchen, when he passed by me he patted the top of my head.

What?! The nickname got me all confused and flustered, but then the way he touched my head, was it all in a “oh how cute” way? Or a “let’s fuck till daylight”?

I stood there, still processing the whole conversation we had, now I feel embarrassed.

Headed directly to the guest bedroom and took a shower too. I felt so hot, cheeks red and teary eyes. Got my pajamas on, don’t I own a prudish set? Pair of pants and an oversized tee. If he were to walk into the room and saw me wearing this, I bet he would laugh.

Of course I couldn’t sleep a wink. Thinking the hot man was somewhere under the same roof. Foolishly kept imagining things, the way his hands would feel against my skin, his big hands around my throat, long fingers inside my pussy. Oh god!

The mere three or four hours of sleep I got, I slept them like a dog, after about three orgasms I achieved by rubbing my clit. It felt awful afterwards. He was a married man after all, he didn’t love his wife but they were together, he got two children who I adored and spent a lot of time with.

Mr. Jeon would never look at me like that anyways, I bet he had a bunch of women already. Models, celebrities, escorts.

Saturday morning I had breakfast with the kids, I usually arrive after they had finished. Once done we head upstairs to get ready for their swimming lesson. They had a private instructor every Saturday to teach them how to swim, I sat on one of the pallets by the pool.

After the lesson ended, the kids wanted to stay and keep playing in the pool, it was a hot day since summer was around the corner.

- Pleaseee! You can grab one of mom’s swimsuits. The oldest daughter insisted I should join them on their little chasing game inside the water.

- I’d like to but it’s almost lunchtime and then we have things to do remember? You wanted to go to the supermarket and buy snacks. I insisted that it wasn’t a good idea, even though I really wanted to jump into the fresh water, but maybe it would seem shameless.

I ended up getting in. One of the maids brought me one of the many Mrs. Jeon’s bikinis, she told me she grabbed it from a big bag full of clothing she was about to throw away. It was a tiny black Valentino bikini with a white outline.

We played for a while and then got out to have lunch, we sat in the outdoor dining table, all soaked, the tips of our fingers wrinkled from spending too much time on the water.

And then he comes out from inside the house, wearing a black polo shirt tucked in a pair of navy blue jeans, black Saint Laurent sunglasses. He took them out and looked at me from head to toe, licking his lips.

Was he home the whole time?! I’ve never ran into him on Saturdays. I was standing up beside the table, opening a can of sprite for the youngest son.

The kids waved at his father and continued eating, he gave each a kiss on their forehead and stood in front of me.

- When is my mother supposed to pick them up? He said, head lowered to look at me in the eyes.

- Tomorrow morning.

- I’ll tell her to take them today, have everything ready. He said putting his glasses on and heading to the garage.

I’m already imagining things, foolishly thinking he might have a hidden intention to ask his mother to take the kids early, maybe all he wants is my ass out of his house and I’m here all nervous believing he might want some alone time to fuck my brains out, very unlikely.

Once the kids were gone I went to my room, packed everything. I was meant to leave after the grandma took the children TOMORROW, now they are gone and I’m confused on what should I do.

More like expecting Mr. Jeon to come home and…

Toc, toc, toc.

He opened the door and looked at me sitting on the edge of the bed.

- On my studio, in five. He said and quickly closed the door and left.

What the fuck?!

I was almost having a panic attack before I knocked his studio door three times. I decided to change into a white tank top, no bra, white cotton panties and a pair of blue stripped pants, what I had intended to wear tomorrow.

Heard a small come in, and opened the door to enter.

He was sitting in a grey loveseat, manspreading, left hand on his crotch, right holding a cigarette between his lips, such a breathtaking view.

- Come sit with me. He ordered patting the couch.

I walked slowly, still shaking from the nervousness. Sat next to him, hands and eyes on my tights, I couldn’t look at him.

- Is this what you want? He took my hand with both of his, which made me look at his face. He was waiting for an answer.

- What do you mean? Of course I knew what he meant, I guess I just wanted to hear him say it to be sure.

- Do you want me to fuck you? Here, right now?

Yes.

He grabbed my face by my chin and pressed his lips against mine. He let me set the pace at first. His lips were soft, breath tasted like tobacco. I could feel how at times he was struggling not to kiss me harder.

So I let him slide his tongue inside my mouth. He grabbed my hips to place me on his lap, groaning at the feeling of my covered pussy on top of his crotch. He bit and dragged my lower lip, his kisses started to descend from my chin to my neck.

- From the first moment I saw you, your eyes were pleading me to fuck you, then I saw you in that tiny bikini, so naughty.

My pussy was throbbing, his words and his desperate kisses against my skin had me drunk in pleasure already.

He took the hem of my top to remove it, tits bounced right in front of his eyes. He chuckled and looked at me with a smirk, grabbed them with his huge hands, caressing them as if they were two stress balls. With his thumb, he started rubbing my nipples, eyes on mine the whole time.

- You like that princess?

I was a moaning mess, nodded and arched my back. It felt so good, a numbing sensation right into my pussy hole, soaking wet.

He left my nipples to grab my buttocks, automatically started to rub myself on his bulge. He closed his eyes and moaned, then kissed my lips hungrily. Grabbed my waist and helped me pace my movements, he laid back on the couch, locking his eyes to mine.

I stood up to remove my pants, once off he grabbed my hips and sat me on his lap, this time my back against his chest. His rough hands start to brush my body, from my breasts to my stomach.

- Open your legs princess. Obeying immediately to his command, I was already desperate for his touch down there, couldn’t help but to feel powerless under his touch.

I whimpered as I felt his hands pushing my panties to the side, and started to stroke my clit. He then took his fingers to my entrance only to remove them quickly. I moaned and turned my head to look at him in disbelief. He brings his fingers up to my mouth, coated with my juices.

- Lick them.

I slowly wrapped my lips around his long fingers, doe eyes staring at his while circling my tongue against his digits. Spit dripping from my chin and his hands, such a filthy sight. He then removed them from my mouth producing a popping sound.

He took those two fingers down my pussy again, inserted them into my pulsing hole. His hands are skilled, every move he makes hits the right spot, I dropped my head back in pleasure and let out an embarrassingly loud moan, he started kissing my neck, sucking and licking.

- Such a filthy whore, you like my fingers? He said with a deep voice, groaning in my ear. His eyes were fixed in my pussy the whole time, he seemed to enjoy watching his fingers going in and out of my hole.

He had been fingering me for a while, when I felt that familiar response down my pussy, a numbing sensation signaling my orgasm was close to take place.

Jungkook thrusted and curled his fingers hitting the right spot with insane accuracy each time. His cock throbbed underneath me, my thighs trembled as I tried to keep them spreaded. The sight spurred him on as he added another finger, I groaned loudly at the stretch he was now giving me with three fingers.

- Come on baby, cum all over my hand. He mumbled against my ear. It didn’t take long for my release to come. Jungkook groaned, shifting his hips to get some friction himself as he helped you ride it out.

He laid me against the couch before his mouth littered hot kisses across my chest only pausing when he felt my fingers delicately trail along the waistband of his pants, looking forward to undo the button. Jungkook met my gaze with a smirk on his lips.

- Please sir, can I have your cock now? I asked, my eyes innocently blinked up at him. Jungkook groaned at my words, he felt himself twitch desperately against his cotton prison as he looked at my doe expression patiently waiting for him. He gently pushed me on the soft silk couch before beginning to free himself. His cock slapped against his stomach, pre cum already leaking from the tip which he used as lubricant as he gave himself a few pumps.

My legs automatically opened for him to slot himself in between. I felt his tip prod at my entrance, he began to rub, coating his hard dick with my juices. Jungkook sunk himself into my throbbing heat. He started off at a slow pace, kissing my neck softly. Once he felt me clench him, Jungkook started to move faster.

My moans caused him to thrust harder as he found himself wanting to draw more of them out of my pretty lips. It didn’t take long for me to become cockdrunk as I clutch at his forearms, the intense arousal forming again in your stomach. Jungkook felt his balls tighten at my chants.

- Fuck! Yeah sir fuck me harder, I love how your cock feels inside me. My words spurring him to drive himself deeper inside me. My eyes rolled back and my body went limp in his arms as I came for the second time that night. My body was sensitive as he kept thrusting through My orgasm trying to chase his own. He watched my eyes roll as I let him continue to use me like the a slut.

- Oh my god! Sir, please cum inside me, I want your cum inside my pussy. My willingness to submit to him caused his hips to sputter and coat my walls. I could feel his cum warming me from the inside causing me to smile at the feeling of being full of the essence of my boss’s husband. The action solidified the new dynamic between the two of us.

Jungkook pulled his softening cock out of me gently, I heard him get off the couch and leave the room to get a wet cloth to help clean up the mess in between my legs. I snuggled my head into the pillows behind.

- You did so good for me baby, was this okay? Is this what you need? Jungkook asked, sitting next to me on the couch. He moved some hairs away from my face and began stroking my cheek awaiting a response.

- I loved it, thank you sir. I spoke with a soft smile. Jungkook’s helped me slip into the comfort of the bedding in the guest room, he laid in the bed scooping me into his embrace. I laid on his chest whilst he stroked my back, lulling me to sleep with his actions and for the first time I slept peacefully in the embrace of my new lover.

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Writing Prompt #12

Bruce is reading the paper when the pour of Tim's coffee goes abruptly quiet. It would be hard to pinpoint why this is disturbing if it wasn't for the way the soft, tinny sound the vent system in the manor makes cuts out for the first time since being updated in the 90s. The pour, Bruce realizes, has not slowed to a trickle before stopping. It has simply stopped. And there is no overeager clack of a the mug against the marble counter or the uncouth first slurp (nor muttered apology at Alfred's scolding look) immediately following the end of the pour.

Bruce fights the instinct to use all of his senses to investigate, and instead keeps his eyes on the byline of the article detailing the latest set of microearthquakes to hit the midwest in the last week. Microearthquakes aren't an unusual occurrence and aren't noticeable by human standards, which is why this article is regulated to page seven, but from several hundred a day worldwide to several hundred a day solely in the East North Central States, seismologists are baffled.

Bruce had been considering sending Superman to investigate under the guise of a Daily Planet article requested by Bruce Wayne (Wayne Industries does have an offshoot factory in the area) when everything had stopped twenty seconds ago. That is what he assumes has happened (having not moved a muscle to confirm) in the amount of time he assumes has passed. His million dollar Rolex does not quite audibly tick but in the absolute silence it should be heard, which confirms the silence to be exactly that—absolute.

While Bruce can hold his breath with the best of the Olympian swimmers, he has never accounted for a need to remain without blinking without being able to move one's eyes. Rotating the eyeballs will maintain lubrication such that one could go without blinking for up to ten minutes. But staring at the byline fixedly, he estimates another twenty seconds before tears start to form.

These are the thoughts Bruce distracts himself with, because he doesn't dare consider how Tim and Alfred haven't made a (living) sound in the past forty-five seconds. About Damian, packing his bag upstairs for school after a morning walk with Titus that was "just pushing it, Master Damian".

There is a knife to his right, if memory serves (it does). In the next five seconds—

"Your wards and guardian are fine, Mr. Wayne," the deepest voice Bruce has ever heard intones. For a dizzying moment, it is hard to pinpoint the location of the voice, for it comes from everywhere—like the chiming of a clocktower whilst inside the tower, so overpowering he is cocooned in its volume.

But it is not spoken loudly, just calmly, and when he puts the paper down, folds it, and looks to his right, a blue man sits in Dick's chair.

He wears a three piece suit made entirely of hues of violet, tie included. He has a black brooch in the shape of a cogwheel pinned to his chest pocket, a simple chain clipped to his lapel. Black leather gloves delicately thumb Bruce's watch (no longer on his wrist, somewhere between second 45 and 46 it has stopped being on his wrist), admiring it.

"You'll forgive me," the man says with surety. "Clocks are rather my thing, and this is an impressive piece." He turns it over and reveals the 'M. Brando' roughly scratched into the silver back. He frowns.

"What a shame," he says, placing it face side up on the table.

"Most would consider that the watch's most valuable characteristic." Bruce says, voice steady, hands neatly folded before him. Two inches from the knife. To his left, there is an open doorway to the kitchen. If he turns his head, he might be able to get a glance of Tim or Alfred.

He doesn't look away from the man.

"It is the arrogance of man," the man says, raising red eyes (sclera and all) to Bruce, "to think they can make their mark on time."

"...Is that supposed to be considered so literally?" Bruce asks, with a light smile he does not mean.

The man smiles lightly back, eyes crinkling at the corners. He looks to be in his mid thirties, clean-shaven. His skin is a dull blue, his hair a shock of white, and a jagged scar runs through one eye and curving down the side of his cheek, an even darker, rawer shade of blue-purple.

The man turns the watch back over and taps at the engraving. "Let me ask you this," he says. "When we deface a work of art, does it become part of the art? Does it add to its intrinsic meaning?"

Bruce forces his shoulders to shrug. "It's arbitrary," he says. "A teenager inscribes his name on the wall of an Ancient Egyptian temple and his parents are forced to publicly apologize. But runic inscriptions are found on the Hagia Sophia that equate to an errant Viking guard having inscribed 'Halfdan was here' and we consider it an artifact of a time in which the Byzantine Empire had established an alliance with the Norse and converted vikings to Christianity."

"The vikings were as errant as the teenager," the man says, "in my experience." He leans back in his chair. "I suppose you could say the difference is time. When time passes, we start to think of things as artistic, or historical. We find the beauty in even the rubble, or at least we find necessity in the destruction..."

He offers Bruce the watch. After a moment, Bruce takes it.

"The problem, Mr. Wayne, is that time does not pass for me. I see it all as it was, as it is, as it ever will be, at all times. There is no refuge from the horror or comfort in that one day..." he closes his hand, the leather squeaking. And then his face smooths out, the brief severity gone. He regards Bruce calmly.

"You can look left, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce looks left. Framed by the doorway, Tim looks like a photograph caught in time. A stream of coffee escapes the spout of the stainless steel pot he prefers over the Breville in the name of expediency, frozen as it makes its way to the thermos proclaiming BITCH I MIGHTWING. Tim regards his task with a face of mindless concentration, mouth slack, lashes in dark relief against his pale skin as he looks down at the mug. Behind him, Bruce can see Alfred's hand outstretched towards the refrigerator handle, equally and terrifyingly still.

"My name is Clockwork," the man says. "I have other names, ones you undoubtedly know, but this one will be bestowed upon me from the mouth of a child I cherish, and so I favor it above all else. I am the Keeper of Time."

"What do you want from me?" Bruce asks, shedding Wayne for Batman in the time it takes to meet Clockwork's eyes. The man acknowledges the change with a greeting nod.

"In a few days time, you will send Superman to the Midwest to investigate the unusual seismic activity. By then, it will be too late, the activity will be gone. They will have already muzzled him."

"Him."

"There is a boy with the power to rule the realm I come from. Your government has been watching him. The day he turned 18, they took him from his family and hid him away. I want you to retrieve him. I want you to do it today."

"Why me?"

"His parents do not have the resources you do, both as Batman and Bruce Wayne. You will dismantle the organization that is keen on keeping him imprisoned, and you will offer him a scholarship to the local University. You and yours will keep him safe within Gotham until he is able to take his place as my King."

This is a lot of information to take in, even for Bruce. The idea that there could be a boy powerful enough to rule over this (god, his mind whispers) entity and that somehow, he has slipped under all of their radars is as frustrating as it is overwhelming. But although Clockwork has seemed willing to converse, he doesn't know how many more questions he will get.

"You have the power to stop time," he decides on, "why don't you rescue him? Would he not be better suited with you and your people?"

"Within every monarchy, there is a court," Clockwork. "Mine will be unhappy with the choice I have made," he looks at Bruce's watch, head cocked. "In different worlds, they call you the Dark Knight. This will be your chance to serve before a True King."

Bruce bristles. "I bow to no one."

"You'll all serve him, one day," Clockwork says, patiently. "He is the ruler of realms where all souls go, new and old. When you finally take refuge, he will be your sanctuary." He frowns. "But your government rejects the idea of gods. All they know is he is other. Not human. Not meta. A weapon."

"A weapon you want me to bring to my city."

"I believe you call one of your weapons 'Clark', do you not?" Clockwork asks idly. "But you misunderstand me. They seek to weaponize him. He is not restrained for your safety, but for their gain."

"And if I don't take him?" Bruce asks, because a) Clockwork has implied he will be at the very least impeded, at worst destroyed over this, and b) he never did quite learn not to poke the bear. "You won't be around if I decide he's better off with the government."

"You will," Clockwork says, with the same certainty he's wielded this entire conversation. "Not because he is a child, though he is, nor because you are good, though you are, nor even because it is better power be close at hand than afar.

"I have told you my court will be unhappy with me. In truth, there are others who also defend the King. Together we will destroy the access to our world not long after this conversation. The court will be unable to touch him, but neither will we as we face the repercussions for our actions. I am telling you this, because in a timeline where I do not, you think I will be there to protect him. And so when he is in danger, even subconsciously, you choose to save him last, or not at all. And that is the wrong choice.

"So cement it in your head, Bruce Wayne," the man says, "You will go to him because I tell you to. And you will keep him safe until he is ready to return to us. He will find no safety net in me. So you will make the right choice, no matter the cost."

"Or, when our worlds connect again, and they will," his voice now echoes in triplicate with the voices of the many, the young, the old, Tim, Bruce's mother, Barry Allen, Bruce's own voice, "I will not be the only one who comes for you."

"Now," he says, producing a Wayne Industries branded BIC pen. "I will tell you the location the boy is being kept, and then I would like my medallion back, please. In that order."

Bruce glances down and sees a golden talisman, attached to a black ribbon that is draped haphazardly around the neck of his bathrobe, so light (too light, he still should have—) he has not felt its weight until this moment.

Bruce flips the paper over, takes the pen, and jots down the coordinates the being rattles off over the face of a senator. By his calculation, they do correspond with a location in the midwest.

"You will find him on B6. Take a left down the hallway and he will be in the third room down, the one with a reinforced steel door. Take Mr. Kent and Mr. Grayson with you, and when you leave take the staircase at the end of the hallway, not the elevator."

The man gets up, dusts off his impeccably clean pants, and offers him a hand to shake.

"We will not meet again for some time, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce looks at the creature, stands, and shakes his hand. It feels like nothing. The Keeper of Time sighs, although nothing has been said.

"Ask your question, Mr. Wayne."

"I have more than one."

"You do," Clockwork says. "But I have heard them all, and so they are one. Please ask, or I will not be inclined to answer it."

"What does this boy mean for the future, that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for him?"

There is a pause.

"So that is the one," Clockwork says, after a time. "Yes. I see. I should resolve this, I suppose."

"Resolve what?"

"It is not his future I mean to protect," the man says. "It is his present."

"You want to keep him safe now..." Bruce says, but he's not sure what the being is trying to say.

"I am not inclined," Clockwork repeats, stops. His expression turns solemn, red eyes widening. In their reflection, Bruce can see something. A rush of movement too quick to make heads or tails of, like playing fast forward on a videotape. "Superman reports no signs of unusual seismic activity. With nothing further to look into, you let it go in favor of other investigative pursuits. You do not find him, as you are not meant to. He stays there. His family, his friends, they cannot find him. His captors tell him they have moved on. He does not believe them, until he does. He stays there. He stays there until he is strong enough to save himself."

Clockwork speaks stiffly, rattling off the chain of events as if reading a Justice League debrief. "He is King. He will always be King. He is strong, and good, and compassionate, and he is great for my people because yours have betrayed his trust beyond repair. He throws himself into being the best to ever Be, because there is nothing Left for him otherwise. We love him. We love him. We love him. My King. Forevermore."

The red film in his eyes stall out, and Bruce is forced to look away from how bright the image is, barely making out a silhouette before they dull back to their regular red.

"I am not inclined," Clockwork says slowly, "To this future."

"Because of what it means in the present," Bruce finishes for him. "They're not just imprisoning him, are they."

"They will have already muzzled him."

Clockworks is right in front of him faster than he can process, fist gripping the medallion at his neck so tight he now feels the ribbon digging into his skin.

"Unlike you, Mr. Wayne," and for the first time, the god is angry, and the image of it will haunt Bruce for the rest of his life, "I do not believe in building a better future on the back of a broken child."

"Find him," the deity orders, and yanks the necklace so hard the ribbon rips—

Clack!

"sluuuuurp!"

"Master Timothy, honestly!"

"Sorry Alfred!"

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=͟͟͞♡ Healing Hearts =͟͟͞♡

=͟͟͞♡ Pairings:-Doctor Gojo x Intern F!Reader

=͟͟͞♡ Contents/warnings- MDNI- NSFW- fun chap- heavy smut chap- oral, m and f recieving, fingering, jerking off, explicit sex, rough sex, choking etc. Reader, 26, Dr. Gojo 34- Grey's vibes ✨️

=͟͟͞♡ Word Count- this chap- 8.8k

=͟͟͞♡ Summary- You are the top Surgical Doctor intern, along with Maki, Yuta and Toge. You all are exhausted from passing the first month, sixteen plus hour days, days you don't even go home, all to get a top spot with the star Surgeon, Dr. Gojo, your resident doctor and boss. Or as you call him, Dr. Hojo. He's takes nothing serious but his surgeries it seems, and has a reputation for being a player, but he has that top spot, so you want to prove your worth! You just have to ignore those stupid butterflies he gives you, and those pretty blue eyes, along with his interest in you, and focus!

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♡ Part Four ♡

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Gojo.” You say with a smile, it’s Thanksgiving and here you are with your resident Doctor’s arm around you, as you hand his lovely mother flowers, in awe when they invite you in.

You’ve seen rich people but holy fuck, Satoru’s family is the type of wealth you just hear about, some decadent mansion all modern in creams and beige tones, so lovely it’s insane, spotless. The ceilings are so tall, you tilt your head back, eyeing the chandeliers and the winding staircases, several stories tall. It’s almost as if you’re transported into some royal castle.

“I know, pretentious.” Satoru huffs, making you break out of your reverie, you look up at him, in a stark dark blue dress shirt and slacks, looking like a million bucks as always.

“It’s beautiful.” You say, and his parents smile.

“Satoru is… something else.” His mother says, earning a snort for him, he clearly got the eyes from her, she’s stunning, and the hair from his father, just as tall as Gojo.

“It’s nice to see he’s having a life aside from work.” His dad says, Satoru snags you against him, you feel yourself heat up at it, hard to remember it’s a little harmless ruse when you want it to be real.

The car drive here, his hand on your thigh, as you all zipped around in his sports car was so intense, honestly you don’t have family to go to tonight either, so you truly don’t mind. Maki, Yuta and Toge all had their own things, and were throwing a friendsgiving this weekend anyway. But it’s intimidating to be sure, even though his parents seem very kind.

“Come on in, have a drink.” Mr. Gojo says to you, and you nod.

“I could use one after driving with Satoru.” Satoru sticks his tongue out, Gucci shades lowered on his nose as he glares at you.

“I drive perfectly, thank you.”

“No, too fast, scared the shit out of me.” You stick your tongue out back, earning his mother’s laugh as she puts her arm in his, and he kisses her affectionately on the top of the head.

When you walk into the beautiful kitchen you see a gorgeous dark haired woman, petite and elegant, along with who you recognize as Shoko Ieri, another doctor, but she worked in the maternity ward. So you’re not sure she’d know you, but when you walk in she smiles tiredly, rivaling Yuta for the eye bags, she brushes back dark brown hair and walks up to you.

“Hey! You’re the star intern, hmm?” You flush at the praise.

“Oh I don’t know about-”

“Why the fuck is she here? Ugh!” Satoru pouts now, crossing his arms, and the brunette crosses her arms, raising a brow.

“Because they invited me, shithead.” She says, Shoko snorts in laughter, Satoru’s father gets your attention.

“Red or white, dear?” He asks, as Satoru and the girl stomp to each other, arguing already.

“Um… white, please. Thank you!” He pours you a little glass and you sip it, tasting the tart grape on your tongue. “Delicious.”

“It’s the family vineyards.”

“You have vineyards-”

“Oh whatever Gojo, you are so stupid. You act like because you chose surgery you know so much more!” She’s shouting.

“True, he’s a pretentious ass.” Shoko pipes in.

“Yeah fuck you both, pussy doctor and mommy doctor.” He snorts, looking at you then, seeing your clear confusion. “Pipe in here, intern.”

“I think all doctors are important, and gynecology and maternity doctors literally bring in lives.” Satoru glares now, brows lowering over his glittering eyes, peeking up under those shades.

“I love her already. You’re too good for him.” The brunette says, and Satoru scoffs.

“Now, now kids. Get along, it’s a holiday.” His mother says, and Satoru stomps over to you.

“You’re supposed to have my back, brat.”

“But you’re wrong on this. Also, why so mean? Is she family?” You peek behind his tall frame at her.

“I’m Utahime, his ex wife, thank god. And this… is my wife.” Utahime snatches up Shoko, kissing her cheek, and Shoko smiles just a bit. “You know her though!”

“I do. Oh, oh…. Oh!” You let it sink in, as you look at Satoru, then her.

“Yeah the failed arranged marriage.” Satoru says, turning the glare to his parents.

“We thought they would be perfect together, we had no clue they’d hate each other so much. She burned a whole car of Gojo’s down.” Mrs. Gojo shakes her head with a sigh, Utahime snickers.

“She also bleached all my Gucci shirts. Bitch.”

“Oh you’re the bitch!”

“I can’t believe you two were married.” You say, and Utahime sighs.

“It was a miserable couple years, but it led me to her.”

“Cheated on me with her-”

“You make women run.” Shoko says, and he takes your glass, downing the wine in one gulp. “See!? Oh god speed.”

“She’s not going anywhere.” Satoru pulls you to him again, and they all study you, as he leans down, tilting your chin up, planting a kiss on your lips, you taste the sweet wine on him mixed with Satoru himself. “Right Sweets?”

“Right.” You murmur, hating how much you mean it.

“Well let’s hope so, hey if not we could have a third.” Utahime teases, and Mrs. Gojo snorts her drink almost. “Sorry Mrs. Gojo, she’s pretty though.”

“Um… thanks.” You manage, giggling. Mr. Gojo pours you a drink now, another one for Satoru. “You all seem fun.”

“Fun!? Jesus. Mom, show me like… something you knitted I don’t know. I need to get away from them.”

“Let’s go, Toru.” You think the nickname is adorable, as he gives you all a middle finger now, stomping away.

“Are you sure about him?” Shoko asks, you sigh.

“He’s great, it’s very new but I really am… enjoying this.” It’s all true, you are enjoying this, up to and including whatever juicy drama there is.

“You don’t have to worry about me, I’d love him to be happy, even if he’s a shit.” Utahime comes and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, let’s help get things together.”

*****

Your back is still throbbing a bit from the spinal tap, Satoru notices. A soothing hand on your back as you all are finishing up dinner, now they are serving dessert at the elegant table. “You all right?” He murmurs.

You nod, smiling and putting a hand on his thigh, fuck everything feels so natural about this, about the doctor you don’t truly know yet, but you’re noticing every little thing. He’s clearly a Mama’s boy, he seems to adore his mom, he and his dad seem to have a good relationship but it’s clear him and his mom are extremely close, surprising you since they pushed him into a marriage.

When they started explaining it, it sounded like the families knew each other forever, two of the elite families there are, business conglomerates surely. And when Satoru and Utahime grew up, they just sort of agreed to it to please their parents, not knowing they’d despise each other. Utahime and Shoko are sickeningly cute together, and clingy.

“You sure? Wanna lay down?” He murmurs, you shake your head, Satoru’s mom smiles at you both.

“I’ve never seen you so close with someone, Toru.”

“Certainly not her.” Satoru points to Utahime who rolls her eyes.

“I’ve never seen you so close to someone either.” Shoko says, sipping on her wine and smiling at you.

“She smells good is all.” Satoru teases, making you giggle.

“Are you tired? You all should stay the night, it’s a long drive.” His dad says, you feel yourself heat up at the thought.

“We can stay, is that cool with you?” He asks, you are a little buzzed and so is Satoru, so you nod then.

“I have nothing to sleep in though!”

“I have some pajamas you can wear, don’t worry.” She looks to one of the maids then. “Can you set them up a room?”

A room with Satoru… alone?

Fuck how can you make that, you can’t even stop thinking of fucking him every time you’re in his office, every time you’re in the elevator, when the backs of your hands would touch, when his shoulder would brush against yours. When he’d shoot that sarcastic little smirk at you, when those blue eyes would get lidded just a bit if you two got too close…

It’s too much.

“That would be amazing, thank you. I did a spinal tap and I’m a little beat from it I guess.”

“Everything okay?” Shoko asks.

“Her brain is dramatic and stressy.” Satoru gets a nudge and scowl from you, he snorts, sipping on his chocolate wine, of course he had to have the sweetest concoction there was.

“My brain is indeed stressy I guess.” You roll your eyes. “Can I help you clean up Mrs. Gojo?”

“Oh no, we pay for that, don’t worry. Satoru, run her a bath, would you? She should relax after that. I’ll have her pajamas sent up.”

“I love your mom.” You whisper, he chuckles, Mrs. Gojo smiles.

“I’ll run her one. C’mon, intern.” You say your good nights, Satoru snatches up the chocolate wine bottle with a grin and you follow him up with your own glass that one of the butler’s tops off.

“Damn I could get used to this.” You tease, walking up one of the flights of steps with him, he snatches up your hand with his free one, precariously balancing his wine bottle and his glass in one arm.

“The princess life? Is that what you’ll be, a pillow princess?” Satoru shuts the door behind you, the bathroom - one of many - is breathtaking, the tub is fit for a Princess indeed. You sip your wine, running a fingertip down his chest, earning his little purr that makes you laugh.

“I like to please too, thank you very much.”

“I’m a giver, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Sure Hojo.”

“You don’t believe me!?” You sigh, leaning too close, after last week’s kiss at the bar, you’ve tried to keep a little distance, he makes it hard to focus on anything, and you’re scrubbing in on another surgery Monday, you want to make sure you have your wits about you.

“I believe you to be very giving, if memory serves.” He exhales when you step back, turning. “Could you unzip me?”

He brushes your hair back off to your shoulders, unzipping your dress slowly, revealing the smooth skin of your back to his eyes, his fingers drift down your spine, between your shoulder blades, plump lips pecking sweet kisses as the dress falls to the floor, leaving you in just lacy panties. Satoru’s fingers brush over the place he’d injected earlier.

“Does it feel okay? Hurt?” He murmurs, you shake your head, biting your lip when he drifts his fingers down your hips, goosebumps rising, your eyes flutter closed at the sensations.

“You did really well, and my head feels a million times better. Ah!” Satoru’s fingers press into your pelvis as he pulls you back against him, kissing a trail down your shoulders, your breath comes quicker and quicker, trembling from the insane desire his touch brings. “Satoru…”

“Let me see you, pretty.” You nervously turn, Satoru’s surely seen you get dressed but you have had bras on, when your breasts sway just slightly, the nipples pronounced and at attention, his blue eyes widen, the running water softly splashing behind you both, leaving a trail of steam.

“How’s the anatomy now, Doctor?” You tease, to ease your nerves, but he moans softly, dragging you against him.

“I’m sorry.” He says, you blink a bit in confusion, when he’s kissing you passionately, hands gripping the fat of your tits, hungry and messy, saliva dripping from his tongue into yours, nothing like the kisses you both have shared. It’s eager and hot, teeth biting, tongue taking you over.

“Satoru…” You whisper, his lips kissing down your neck now, he bites it so hard you gasp out from the shock, before he curses.

“The water, shit.” It’s too high now, he laughs with you, breathless, running over to drain some of it and turn the water off. He looks back at you hungrily, hands dripping with water, picking you up and sitting you on the edge of the tub, now on his knees between your thighs.

“Fuck.” Is all you manage, when he’s sucking your nipples into his mouth, one at a time, kissing around the areolas as his hands press against your ribcage. Your hands entwine in silky white locks, head falling back at how perfect it feels. “Why sorry?”

“I’m trying to tease you, not attack, but my brain is short circuiting. You’re so fucking beautiful.” His words make you choke up, when his swirling blue eyes look up under those snowy lashes, lips reddened from your kisses. Your breaths come faster, just your panties a barrier.

“You’re beautiful.” He kisses you again, over and over, when the door knocks, and you jolt. He chuckles.

“Baby we’re not teenagers it’s okay.” You feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment at that, and he grins with those big bright teeth, walking up to the door as the maid hands him pajamas and fluffy towels. “Thanks.”

She leaves, and you turn, slipping off your panties, Satoru has seen your bare ass by now, but you hear his soft sigh, peeking back to see he is flushed, adam’s apple bobbing with desire. You step in, turning back around, and he views your entire body, when you sit down and ease in the fragrant tub the bubbles surround you like a veil, but he’s already seen.

“Not playing hard to get anymore?” His voice is husky.

“I’m just enjoying my Princess treatment.” He laughs, setting down the pajamas and leaning over you, hands on either side of the tub, pecking a kiss on your forehead, you sigh at how good it feels.

“I will wait in the room. Want your wine?”

“Yes please.” He smirks and hands you the glass. “Thank you, this is so lovely really, I don’t remember the last time I felt so good.”

“Oh, sweets…” He cups your face, leaning so close, you taste him, your pussy is just clenching around nothing, remembering his fingers now. You nearly drag him in the tub, clothes and all. “I haven’t made you feel good yet.”

“No?” You raise a brow, he just shakes his head.

“No. I’ll see you in the room, enjoy some time.” You nod and he pecks another kiss, this time on your nose, making your heart falter when he walks out, the lock clicking.

You sip your wine and lean your head back, letting the hot water run over you, feeling it sapping all the soreness from your tired limbs. This week has been insane at the hospital, it seems like the holidays along with a full moon were creating all sorts of insane accidents, so this feels so good.

Satoru’s lips felt superb, the memory alone makes you run your fingers down your own breasts, brushing over a nipple. What is it with him? You don’t want to be a notch in his bedpost, you don’t wanna be part of his fanclub, to be so into the man that everyone else is, but you can’t blame any of them. Satoru is not just gorgeous and sexy, he is kind, smart, funny.

It’s hard to find a flaw.

But you want to guard your heart, especially after going through so very much with your toxic ass ex, you don’t want your heart torn apart, and Satoru Gojo is your boss, so you’d have to work with him for who knows how long. At least the year, and you want to work with him, learn from him.

There’s a million thoughts swirling in your head when you’re drying off, peering at the little fancy slip that’s been brought to you, with a note from his mother to keep it. This is basically brand new tagged lingerie, you slip it on over your skin, swiping at the steam that’s fogged on the mirror, peering at yourself before you slip on the fluffy robe over it.

You head out to the halls, you’re led to the guest room by another butler, you realize they must have several, and you step into the luxurious guest room, where Satoru has his laptop out and a pair of glasses propped on the bridge his nose, you’ve seen him wear them every now and then, fuck if they don’t look sexy.

He peers up and smiles, you shut the door behind you then, slipping off the robe, letting it fall in a pool around your ankles, his throat goes dry as he studies you ever so slowly, your beautiful body in this sexy little satin slip. He licks his lips, taking off his glasses and setting them on the table with a click, standing as he drinks in the sight of you.

“Holy fuck, my mom gave you that to wear!?” He asks, and you giggle, nodding, holding out a tag.

“Can you take this off?” Satoru comes now, taking off the slip completely. “I meant the tag!”

“Yeah, no… your skin is even softer, fuck.” Satoru’s hands slide down your arms, gaze making you melt, his eyes darkening as his pupils dilate.

“I have a five date rule, you know.” You say teasingly, he smirks, raising a thin white brow, picking you up then, completely bare against him, he’s shirtless with a pair of baggy white sweats, and you feel him.

“And what date are we on, intern?” He murmurs, pressing you against the wall, you arch your hips earning his moan, his head falls against your chest.

“Date number two at best, mmm.” He’s kissing your neck again, hitting just the right spots that make you inane, breath tickling your skin, tongue flicking against you, tasting you.

“Hmm, so what was the party then? I count it.” He whispers in your ear, you cling to his bare shoulders, head falling back against the wall.

“Then we’re at three dates. You have two more to go.” Satoru chuckles against your collarbone, biting the thin skin there, you’re soaking wet against him.

“Seems like she’s okay with breaking her rules for me.” He carries you to the bed now, you watch how his muscles flex as he’s over you, you swallow then, taking a breath and cupping his face.

“I’m scared to feel too much.” He sighs, resting his head on yours, hands slipping over every inch of your body, as if he wants to commit it all to memory.

“I’m scared at how much I feel.”

“This will be so messy, Satoru. What if we hate each other? And it ruins everything.” He shushes you gently, a finger to your lips.

“We can wait. Two more dates.” You smile tremulously, biting the lower lip to stop it from shaking.

“I’m aching though.” Satoru’s resolve slips, he slams his lips on yours, tongue messy and forceful, breaking through every last barrier you have, he slips his hands down your tummy, making it suck in at the sensation, bracing himself above you with one hand.

“Then let me take care of you, pretty patient.” You gasp out when he’s running his fingertip over your slit, and you make his abdomen tense when your hand slinks down him, under the elastic of those sweats, finding his cock. “Fuck I can’t handle that.”

“Sensitive, Doctor?” You tease, stroking him now, he groans, sinking his finger inside your little hole, making you scream out, before covering your mouth, he grins down at you.

“S’okay baby, this mansion is fucking huge. No one will hear.” You’re gasping when he so easily presses up in that spot past your slick gummy walls, your arousal drooling all down his hand, you hear it squishing in the quiet room. “F-fuck, you’re s’wet… mmm…”

Satoru’s crying out softly while you stroke him, his pretty pink tip peeking out from the sweats, you run your thumb over the slit where he’s got precum oozing. You lap it off your thumb, tasting the salty white substance, and you watch his eyes flash even darker, his lips parting.

“Fuck.” Is all he manages, kissing you again, before he’s kissing down your body, you’re barely able to catch a breath when he’s kissing between your breasts, down your tummy, his big hands spreading your thighs.

“Satoru… what’re you-ah!” His tongue flicks up your slit, you start gushing wetness out of your hole as a result, earning his smirk.

“Mmm, do you want me to make you feel so good, pretty?” He asks now, handsome face flushed, you nod, watching how his fingers press into the plush of your thighs when he spreads them more. “Then how do we ask?”

“Satoru…” He spits on your pussy now, shocking you, your ex was about as selfish as you could get, and any other men you’ve been with haven’t been freaky, more vainilla. “Did you just spit on it!?”

He grins, swirling the spit around your clit, then smacking your cunt, you gasp at the sensation, moaning as it just makes you wetter. “How do we ask?”

“Please.” Your weak little whine ends him, he tilts his head and starts lapping up all the wetness pouring from your cunt, dripping all over his mouth, his chin, burying himself against you. “Ah!”

You scream out, unable to stop the sound, clinging to silky hair, he’s got his eyes shut in concentration, but then his eyes open, meeting yours, you breathe quicker and quicker, hips rolling up for more. “That’s it, fuck my face baby.”

“Fuck your!? Face!? I-ah!” You’re grinding up quicker with his urging, he yanks your hips down, fucking you with his tongue now, swiping inside your velvety walls, nose bumping your needy clit, so you rub more and more on his face, to his satisfied moans. Satoru doesn’t even apparently need to breathe, he’s drowning in your wetness, drinking every bit of you up.

Doctor Gojo is absolutely well versed in anatomy, because you feel yourself cumming before you can even think to tell him, and your cunt is drooling all down his face when your orgasm washes over you, making your skin so sensitive, pussy pulsing around his tongue. You feel his moan, when he leans up, lavishing your neglected clit now, and you violently jerk.

“Good girl, can you cum again f’me?” You’re done for, completely fucked you realize, when he slides two fingers in your needy cunt. “Fuck look at her sucking them up so good.”

“Satoru what the fuck was that? How- oh my god!” Your words are breathy whines, head spinning when he’s curling those long fucking fingers in you, pressing on that damn spot making you see stars.

“I told you I’d make you feel good. No headaches.” He leans on an elbow, hand pressing your tummy, tongue lapping at your clit now, over and over, your thighs squeeze on his head, feeling his soft hair against you while he’s fucking you with those fingers. “Can you handle both?”

“Both- f-fuck!” Satoru sucks your clit into his mouth now, humming on it while still curling those fingers up, and you shatter, this time even more intense then the previous, you feel like you’re falling off the earth as you pull on his hair. “Too much, too much- oh my god.”

You’re soaking his entire pretty face, dripping down your sticky inner thighs and his chin, he drinks you up, licking you from your ass to your damn clit, sucking on the puffy lips of your pussy and nipping them, making you scream out again, body twitching so fucking embarrassing.

What was this man doing to you!?

“Oh my… I… you…” You feel tears pricking your eyes when he kisses and nips your clit now, the biting shocking you with the pain.

“You’re so yummy, I could do it forever.” He says, flicking that tongue in another circle, you whimper pathetically, sniffling. “Overstimulated baby?”

“Y-yes… please fuck me.” He raises his brows, leaning over you, you’re clinging to his back, nails digging in, leaving little crescent marks on his marble skin.

“What, that counts as two dates?” He teases, you can’t even function now, you’re shoving off his sweats, his cock so big it smacks his belly button.

“You’re demonic, I swear to god. What the fuck.” He’s smirking so pleased, but then he whimpers himself, cock throbbing in your hand. “Lemme suck you.”

“Shit, yeah!?” You nod, giggling, and he flips your positions, you kiss down his perfect, sculpted body, he holds your slightly damp hair back as you lap at the tip of him, precum just oozing out of the slit, earning his groan. “I’m gonna embarrass myself.”

“How so?” You take his cock in your hand, stroking him and spitting on it now, making his eyes widen, he pulls on your hair, groaning when you suck him into your mouth, inch by inch.

“Holy fuck it’s happening.” You laugh just a bit, head still reeling from the orgasms and the wine in your system, Satoru’s clearly very experienced, so to watch him falling apart and taking shaky breaths is the ultimate high. “I can’t hold back, can you take me fucking that pretty throat?”

“Mmhm.” You nod eagerly, and Satoru plants his feet flat on the bed, hips bucking up when starts fucking your mouth, his hand tight in your hair. You’re drooling on his cock, making it sloppy wet, your throat bobbing as you take him deep, burning at the stretch of him.

“Oh fuck, never felt anything s’good- I- f-fuck…” Satoru’s a blushing mess, sexy little gasps as he keeps thrusting into your throat, and you breathe through your nose, struggling to take over eight inches as best as you can. He bottoms out in your throat, your nose against the white hair on his pelvis, he’s stuttering, hips faltering. “Do you like it when I use you, baby?”

You’re soaking wet, eager for more, simply humming as your ass is in the air, thighs pressed together. He’s pulling your hair even harder, using your mouth, your throat, his cock twitching as he shoves all the way in again, moaning and leaning his head back.

“C’mere.” He whispers, pulling you off his cock, your cheeks hollow as you release the suction, and he’s bringing you to straddle his lap, your thighs on either side, coughing slightly into your hand. “Your mouth feels that good, how’s this pussy gonna feel? Gonna take me out.”

You just whine and kiss him, sliding against his cock, it glides ridiculously easy with all the spit and drool on his cock mixing with your cunt’s wetness. He’s kissing you desperately, you taste yourself, and he tastes himself, mixing so fucking messy as his tip hits your clit, and you scream out, spasming on top.

“Cumming like that, m’not even in yet.” He huffs, earning your weak little scowl and making him chuckle. “S’fucking cute.”

“In me.” You order, he grins now.

“Two more dates.”

“Don’t you dare. I know you wanna cum.”

“Your rules.” You grimace, and he’s a snarky little ass hole. “Maybe if you beg for me to break your rules.”

“You little shit. Fine.” You slide off him and he pouts, his cock twitching when you grab it in your hand again.

“You can - mm- beg me, can’t you baby?”

“Sure am not.” You keep stroking him now, and he’s yanking on your body, a whimpering little mess under you. “You can beg for me.”

“I don’t beg, I'm… Satoru… Gojo- fuck!” You keep stroking, smiling at him now, and he slips his fingers back in you, as you two both edge each other in a torturous fucking game. “You beg.”

“N-no… you.” You’re stroking his cock faster, spitting down on it, so he uses his thumb to press on your clit, and your movements falter.

“Beg for my dick inside you, for me to stretch you, fill you up.” His words along with his fingers addle your mind so much you’re swirling, blinking to focus, on who could get the other off first. “You competitive b-brat.”

“You’re a… brat… I… no, you beg.” You glare as you keep stroking him, and then he falls apart in your hand, jerking into it, pumping so much cum it’s insane, the sight of the milky ropes all over his cock makes you push over the edge, and you’re cumming on his fingers, crying out against his neck as you bury your face against it.

“Ngh…” Is all you manage, barely moving your hand now, Satoru eases his fingers out, exhaling, leaning back and smirking at you.

“You’re such a mean little brat. You wouldn’t beg so you jerked me off like some teenager!?”

“And y-you did the same.” You say weakly, damn near collapsing. Satoru shakes his head, grabbing a towel, cleaning you both up, you were coated in his cum from your hand to your wrist.

“I was sure you’d fold. Fuck… did that count as one more date?” He teases, and you giggle, when he comes next to you, pulling you against him.

“No, two more to go it seems. Maybe you’ll be more needy then.”

“Me needy- you almost caved. Bet if I edge you all day at work you will.” He whispers, kissing your throat and stroking your thighs, creating networks of goosebumps everywhere he touches.

“You don’t play fair, Doctor.” He tilts your chin up now, eyes so bright blue it’s almost difficult to handle their beauty.

“I want to know all of you.” He says then, making you choke up with his seriousness suddenly.

“You do?” He nods, stroking your hair now.

“What makes you tick, your flaws… Do you have any? Your past. I want to know every bit of this body. Where you’re ticklish, where you’re sensitive.” You blink back emotions but fail, little tears glimmering under the soft can lights of the ceiling. “I’d wait for you, however many dates.”

“Jesus why do you have to be so…” You just kiss him now, again, over and over, salty tears mixing with his sweet taste. “I’m terrified.”

“I am too. God it’s hard to work when all I can think about is you, thinking about fucking you in every position. Bent over my desk.” You can’t handle the images, as his hands grip your ass cheeks. “Eat that pretty pussy out on your breaks.”

“You’re too much, you know?”

“I know.” You try to calm down, to clear your mind, and Satoru’s already semi hard again, you blink in surprise. “Yeah, it’s never that fast.”

“You gonna beg me?”

“No brat.” You both glare then you sigh, stepping off him and slipping back on the discarded slip, holding out the tag.

“Then we call a parlay for the night, clearly neither of us is backing down yet.” Satoru laughs softly, bending down and biting the little plastic holding the tag, it falls off instantly. “What’s that trick?”

“Haven’t you noticed I’m really good with my mouth?” He murmurs, tilting your chin up, you blush when you see how his cock is just so fucking heavy, still glistening from you, so pretty it makes your ovaries ache.

 “I’ve never had it that good.” You admit, earning his satisfied smirk. “Yeah, yeah, you already know you’re that good.”

“Guess what?” He is slipping up his sweats now.

“What, Doctor Hojo?”

He cups your face, bending low at the waist. “You’re the best blow job I’ve had, whole gauntlet. Knew it.”

“Oh I doubt all that.” You eat up the praise however, and his lips kissing yours feel so perfect, it takes so much not to fuck him, god how does he fuck if that’s how he foreplays!?

“Best kisser too.”

“So are you.” He kisses you over and over, you feel your body heat right back up in response, legs wobbly you’re so wet. “Sure you don’t wanna ask for something?”

“Nope.” He snorts, and soon you’re in the bed with him as he’s clicking away at the laptop, glasses back on that perfect nose. “Fuck it’s like we’re married.”

“Ugh, marriage.” He shivers in disgust, you smile a bit, leaning on an elbow.

“Just feels domestic.”

“Yeah, but… I don’t think I’d marry again.” You pause at that, and he’s clicking away at his keyboard now.

“Never?” You ask curiously, running your fingers along the silk comforter.

“God no. I mean I absolutely would date, and have a serious relationship, but certain things I’d never do again.”

“Like the paper?”

“Yeah, the paper, but also I wouldn’t live with someone again.” You don’t know why his words hurt so fucking much, you barely know him and you two aren’t even dating, but it’s like a stab to the heart.

“Oh.” Satoru looks at you now, frowning and shutting the laptop, brushing back your hair.

“That’s a lot to unload on you, I’m fucking sorry. It’s not to say I wouldn’t have a girl like stay with me as much as she wants, I just… would want us to have our own places.”

“But like what if you have kids?”

“Kids?” He blinks at that. “I don’t know, I’ve never considered them.”

“Never?”

“No, why have you?” You shyly look away now, so lost in the passion you forgot you have no clue what he wants.

“So your idea of a serious relationship is…”

“Spending time together, enjoying each other. Talking deeply, sharing things, spending time exploring every inch of each other.” He’s drifting his fingertips across your shoulder. “I can’t marry again though, even if I had kids.”

Shit.

“Was the marriage that bad?”

“It was fucking horrible. You see how much we hate each other. And… well neither of us were faithful.” You pause now, as the words spill from his mouth.

“Oh?”

“I slept with a lot of people.” He admits hoarsely. “Me and her didn’t even… fuck we had sex a couple times the entirety of it, by some forced thing. Parents wanting us to have kids, and it was terrible. I can’t do it again.”

“But if you choose wouldn’t-”

“Baby this is all a tale for another day. We’re just getting to know each other, I don’t need to give you my autobiography yeah?” He’s clearly done with the topic.

“I wasn’t saying you had to.” You pull the blanket up now, mind whirring at him, why do you care so much, you sucked his dick and now what, you want him to wife you up? It makes no sense to be that way.

But something breaks in you at hearing how much the thought of that detests him, perhaps you are old fashioned, you love the idea of getting married, having kids, sure as a doctor it would be a bitch, but you crave a family. Not having parents or siblings can be lonely, and the idea of having your best friend as a husband and then making a little best friend sounds beautiful.

“Have I upset you?” He asks, putting the laptop aside as you shake your head. “I can be too blunt, it’s part of the job. I could’ve said-”

“No, it’s how you feel, and you’re right, we barely know each other. Um, I didn’t mean to pry or whatever.” You turn then on your side, and feel him sink in the bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you against him, emotions are in your throat and you don’t know why or how to stop them.

“I’m interested in something serious.” He says softly, you nod, unable to look at him. “That marriage fucked me up, I have my own shit I guess, but it doesn’t mean I won’t take it serious if we get there.”

“I get it, you’ve already experienced a lot I guess.” You say, looking back at his heartbreakingly beautiful face, wondering about him more and more.

“For the longest time I just married my work and fucked around. I guess I also feel horrible for it.”

“But you both did it, you both didn’t wanna be together.”

“Still feels shitty, if that’s what marriage is…”

“It’s your decision, I won’t judge you for it.” He rests his chin on your shoulder when you turn back around. “We’re moving too fast anyway.”

“I did literally drag you here.”

“No, I am glad you did.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, fake dating you was fun for the day.” He kisses your cheek, snuggling you against him more firmly.

“Doesn’t have to be fake.”

Your heart falters. “You wanna date me, Satoru?”

He smiles. “I do, intern.”

You giggle. “Then beg me.”

“Oh fuck off.” You’re both laughing now, it feels too easy, too natural to be against him, to be with him.

“Would you date me? Pretty please?”

You look back at him with now sleepy eyes. “I will.”

He kisses you again, gripping your jaw, fuck it all feels so good you just shove down the things you learn for now. “You’re so scandalous dating your resident.”

“And you’re scandalously dating your intern.” He smiles against your bare shoulder, kissing it once more as he hugs you. “Do you wanna come to our friendsgiving Saturday?”

“I’m invited already!?”

“Of course. It’ll be nice I think.”

“I’ll be there. Good night, Sweets.”

“Night Satoru.”

*****

 “What’s in that mind, girl.” Yuta waves a hand in front of your face, you keep checking the phone, hoping for a text from Satoru, dinner starts in about an hour and you had told him to come at four. It’s six and he hasn’t responded or read a text or anything.

“Nothing!” You smile and Yuta’s dark brows draw together, he curiously tilts his head.

“Nothing, huh? Maki, what's wrong with her.” Maki bounces up, hands on her hips, tilting her head so that her emerald hair falls over her shoulder.

“It’s Dr. Hunk.”

“Is not!” You cover your face and grimace. Toge walks in the kitchen now, sitting next to you and putting a glass of punch in your hand.

“Drink?”

“God I love you.” Toge turns bright red, standing now, and you sputter, grabbing his hand. “No, don’t run please!” He’s nervously darting violet eyes, and finally sits back down next to you. “You can’t run from me all the time, we live together.”

“Upset?” He asks, you sigh now, sipping the fruity punch and shaking your head.

“No I’m good, promise.” You rest your head on his shoulder for a moment when the doorbell rings, and Toge opens his mouth. “What is it, Toge?”

“I…” He trails off, gulping.

“It’s Dr. Hunk!” Maki exclaims, Toge tenses, glaring his way, surprising you.

“Do you not like him?” You ask softly, and he just stands up now, as Yuta covers his face and sighs.

“You’re clueless.” He tells you, and Satoru now saunters in, grinning with a big bouquet of flowers.

“Oh you didn’t have to.” You say, he hands them with a bow, patting Toge and Yuta on the head like little kids, towering over you all.

“Of course I did. Hey interns.” He smiles and Yuta rolls his eyes, Toge however glares, and Satoru raises his brows.

“Thank you, Satoru.” You take them and lean up, kissing his cheek, the past couple of days you’ve just texted, after his parents home, so much felt new and so many things still unsaid still.

“You’re welcome, baby.” Your three friends watch curiously as Satoru kisses you right in front of them, then gasping as Toge accidentally pours punch on him. “Shit, this is so expensive! Ugh!”

“Accident.” He says, smirking, and you glare at him.

“Toge!” Yuta and Maki snicker too, and you shake your head. “You all are so embarrassing, I can’t bring anyone home?”

“Sorry, can we wash it?” Maki offers, tearing up from her laughter. You’re dabbing at his shirt with the napkins.

“I have to have these dry cleaned. But I mean… it’s dark so I think I’m okay.”

“I’ll get the stain out, I have something you can wear for a few.” You scowl at your friends. “And behave!”

“Yes Mommy.” Maki teases, you scoff, dragging Satoru up the stairs, digging through your drawers, where you had a ton of shirts from your ex.

“I’m not wearing your ex's clothes!”

“What do you care? Just long enough for the stain to come out.” Satoru takes off his shirt now, revealing the chiseled chest of his, and his sculpted abdomen, your eyes drift lower, remembering how big he is, picturing how good he’d feel. “Cat got your tongue, intern?”

“You’re an ass. That's why Toge did it. And you’re late.” Satoru sighs now, walking up to you, picking you up effortlessly so that your feet just dangle.

“I had an emergency at the hospital, I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?”

“A little.” You pout, and he laughs now, picking you up fully, your legs wrap around slender hips.

“Toge did it because he’s in love with you.”

“Oh god he’s not! He’s my friend.”

“Mmm, sure thing. You’re oblivious, I bet you don’t know how much I like you either, huh?” His words get you off guard, when he’s pressing you down into your bed, that sinks under his weight.

“You like me?” You ask, he nods.

“I like the fuck out of you. Like is a shitty word for how I feel.” You feel the damn same, fuck more than you understand or want to say.

“I like you too, a lot. Even if you’re a dick.” He smiles at that.

“I was worried, after that conversation, you’ve been distant?”

“I didn’t mean to be. I thought we should cool off?”

“You are really hot, especially here.” He presses his length against you under those slacks, you whine out, arching your hips, earning his hands tightening against your hips, thumbs pressing into your pelvis. “Don’t wanna cool off.”

“No?” He shakes his head. “Miss me?”

“Fuck yes I missed you. That little ass running around in those scrubs.” You giggle now, caressing his face. “Should I make you forgive me for being late?” 

“Hmm, you wanna make it up to me?” You ask, and he nods, kissing your lips deeply, you melt right under him, grinding up for more as he slips your velvety little red dress up your thighs.

“Don’t we have one more date before I can hit?” He teases, you roll your eyes at him.

“Are you gonna hit and quit?”

“God no. Can only imagine how good you feel around me.” Satoru’s eagerly unsnapping his pants now, and you can’t believe the insanity of the moment, his fingers rubbing your clit over your panties, finding you already soaked. “Just from kissing?”

“I love kissing you.” He pauses then, eyes burning bright blue, darting back and forth across your face.

“I love kissing you.” He whispers back, white lashes casting shadows over his cheeks when he sinks two fingers right in, it’s a stretch but you’re craving it, slick and soaked. “Want me to eat you out again?”

“Yes, but I also want that dick.” He grins, sucking his fingers, cheeks hollowing.

“But you taste s’good.”

“Please… please…” You’re hastily shoving your panties off, and he’s pulling his cock fully out, a tangle of limbs.

“Condoms?” He asks, you curse.

“Shit, no! I could ask Maki but oh my god…” Satoru’s rubbing his cock against your slick folds now, and you’re fucked up already.

“I always use one, I’m good if you’re…”

“Me too. Yes please, I need- ah!” Satoru slides in you, stretching you more than you’ve ever been, so deep you feel insanely full, damn near sobbing as you feel him inside you. Your eyes lock, and his mouth parts, head tilting back as he sinks deeper, until he’s against your cervix. “Oh my god…”

He exhales, lifting a leg up, gripping your ass through the fabric of the dress you’re still wearing. “You’re so tight, fuck baby.” He moans now, resting his head on yours for a moment, your walls are fluttering at the invasion of his huge cock inside of you. “Need a sec?”

“S’big… It’s s’much.” You adjust your hips to it, stuffed so full, he kisses you, pulling back out, then slamming deep again, and you can’t stand out good it feels, you’re clinging to him, nodding now. “I can take it. Please.”

“Fuck.” Is all he manages, lifting your thighs and fucking into you now, hard brutal strokes that make you blinded as he uses one hand to brace himself, the other yanking at your dress, pulling your tits out and lavishing them with his tongue. Your hands dig into the sheets under you, head sinking into the pillows, letting out a moan so loud he claps a hand on your mouth.

You scream out against his hand as he pumps you so full, drooling tip slamming on your cervix, you feel yourself cumming all over him, making him gasp, slowing as he feels you pulsing on him. He eases his hand off your mouth now, long fingers wrapping your delicate throat.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, can I?” You nod eagerly, thighs shaking as you recover from your orgasm.

“You can resuscitate me, go for it.” He laughs breathless, squeezing your throat now, fucking you harder as he leans up, watching your every expression, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth open in an O.

“So pretty, fucked out already baby?” He taunts you, squeezing harder, and you feel fuzzy, lightheaded as he works you, hips pistoning and hitting spots you never fucking knew existed, the choking making every sensation heightened. He leans over you, pressing in deep and rolling his hips. “Cum again, lemme feel her.”

You’re obeying before you can think, he watches your silent cries as your face reddens from his grip, as your eyes roll back in your skull, cumming in a silent, breathy cry while he presses on your pulse point, squeezing so tight. You feel your ears ringing, blood rushing to your head when he releases you, moaning and kissing you deeply, when you try to suck up air.

“F-fuck it’s s’good, Satoru… I…”

“Feel perfect, baby. Sloppy little cunt, hear her?” Of course you do, you weakly nod, gasping again as he’s lifting your thighs up so high, smushing them against your breasts, you hear the wet smacks of his cock railing you, hear his balls smacking on your ass, hear each breath as you all try to conceal your moans. “Never f-felt anything like you.”

He’s leaning all his weight on you now, hips rolling again, making you sob it’s so fucking good, you’re struggling to breathe, clinging to him tightly. “M’gonna cum again, ngh.”

“Yeah, you’re so easy for me, hmm?” You can’t even glare at his teasing, you just nod. “Such a good girl now, dick made you shut that mouth finally?”

“Shut up g-god.” He’s cupping your face with his big ass hands as he sinks so deep you scream into his lips, shuddering as his curved tip drags on another spot, he’s finding every single one you have, working them when you shiver, when you jerk.

“Birth control?” He asks, and you nod weakly. “Perfect, because no way I’m pulling the fuck out.”

You’re getting fucked even harder now, the sounds of his pelvis smacking against your thighs and the squelching wetness of your cunt stupid loud, his snowy lashes lower over fucked out eyes as he studies you. He slows for a moment then, whimpering like he did last time you sucked him, right in your ear, pumping your cunt so full then, coating you entirely.

“Feel so p-perfect, cum w’me baby please.” He whines the words, and pumps more cum, as he’s fucking you still hard, and his white sticky ropes are dripping out of you, you yank him in for a kiss, crying out your pleasure into his plush lips, he devours your mouth, still pumping.

He’s easing now, hips are stuttering, and you’re crying out. “Too much…”

“I know but it’s too good.” He’s easing your thighs, now sore as fuck, brushing your cheek gently, feeling your aftershocks. “I’m ruined. You’ve ended an era.”

“Whatever.” You snort, rolling your eyes, but he cups your face again, brushing back your hair.

“No, it’s never been like this.” He entwines a hand with yours, and you struggle not to completely fall into his madness, but it’s damn near impossible.

“Me either. I haven’t done…”

“No one has cum in you?” You shake your head with a nervous gesture, biting your lip, he gently pulls it from your teeth. “Don’t worry I’ll fill you up every day.”

“You’re full of it. You’ll go back to Hojo blowjob breaks.”

His eyes narrow as he eases out of you, exhaling at the mess you two have made. “Only from you.”

“I don’t know if I believe it.”

“No? Then you’ll have to see.” He kisses down your body, still half in your dress, you’re thankful the material doesn’t wrinkle.

“Can a Hojo be loyal?” He leans up and looks at you, brows together.

“I will never cheat like that again. That was… a fucked up time.”

“I was kidding! And I wasn’t talking about that, I meant like Miwa.” He exhales then, and you frown. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t tease.”

“No, it’s understandable. Well baby let me tell you.” He keeps kissing up your thigh now, and you’re throbbing at how sore you are, he pulls open your puffy lips to watch his cum pour out of you. “You’re all I want. Look at this slutty pussy.”

He laps some of his cum out of you with the hot tip of his tongue, you gasp at it, oversensitive and he’s such a freaky ass, you can’t believe what he’s doing, grinning up at you. “Satoru-”

“Hate to break it up lovers, got an emergency.” Yuta's voice came from the door, you quickly fixed your dress, Satoru got on his pants, coming up to you and pulling you against him.

“Don’t let this be just once. Want you over and over.” You moan now, hands sliding up his bare chest.

“I’m dripping your cum.” You whisper, he huffs now, fingers slipping back inside your cunt, you cover your mouth not to scream.

“How much of an emergency?” Satoru asks tersely.

“Well Maki is about to kill her ex. He just showed up.”

“Shit.” You curse yourself, taking Satoru’s fingers and sucking yourself and him off them, he snatches you by your hair, kissing you again.

“I’ll fuck you in front of him, maybe he’ll stop?” Satoru’s smirking again, and you laugh, snatching up baby wipes and cleaning yourself quickly.

“Oh no, he’s persistent. Come on.” You drag him, still shirtless, and Yuta is shaking his head as he looks at you. “What!?”

“Where’s the five date rule, champ?” He teases.

“Oh stuff it. I can’t believe he’s here.” You three go down the stairs, where Maki currently has him in a headlock, and you can’t stop the giggle that escapes. She frees him now, and his eyes lock onto you, then to Gojo, glaring now. “Mahito, get the fuck out.”

He brushes off his shirt, glaring at Satoru with deadly ice blue eyes, and Satoru holds you against him, still shirtless, smirking. “Hi there, I’m new boyfriend.”

“Satoru…” You whisper, and Mahito walks up to you now, giving you the biggest, most pathetic puppy dog eyes.

“Sweetheart, let’s talk. Please?” He pouts now, taking your hand, you shake your head at him.

“What are you even doing here!?”

“Just talk to me.”

“Out.” Toge orders, pointing to the door, but Mahito doesn’t budge, just staring at you, his light blue hair a disheveled mess.

“Please.”

“She’s too busy buddy.” Satoru pats him on the shoulder, only for Mahito to punch him, you gasp then, and Satoru’s eyes are terrifying then, the entire room holds its breath as you watch Mahito back up.

“Shit.” You mumble.

“He’s gonna die.” Maki whispers to you, and then she grins. “How was that dick though?”

“Maki!”

A/N- took a departure from the hospital hehe, now you know who her ex is ;) Lots of drama ahead from that messy convo abt marriage too. Can't wait to hear your thoughts!!

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Part Five

[theressaicon]

m!Android caregiver x crazy psychiatric patient gn!reader

part 3

Before reading this part, look at the part 1! and part 2!

Warnings: psychotic behavior, schizophrenia, hearing voices, seeing floating eyes, hallucinations, taking medication, body to body contact, naked gn!reader (taking a shower), dirty thoughts lmao

Otherwise: soft caregiver android, gentle with gn!reader, understanding, fluff, willing gn!reader in love~, confused android Alois because of his feelings (?), protective

All the corridors Alois walked through seemed emptier than usual. Despite the overheating of his entire program, his visual self had not changed. Pale synthetic skin, inhuman blue eyes and a straightened posture.

At first glance, one cannot tell that he is not a human but an android with the program of a caregiver. He was heading to a ward for mentally disabled people who weren't nearly as dangerous as you. At least that's what the file of information that was uploaded into his knowledge described.

He detected people with abnormal behavior, some laughing uncontrollably, others making strange noises, each with at least one caregiver by their side.

Mr. Paul, a slightly overweight man with square-shaped glasses, was on a break and waiting for Alois. When he checked on Alois's work, he wanted him to come see him after. He was not his superior, but Alois obeyed his colleague's order without question.

The building had a break room with a small kitchen and places to sit. Paul was eating a sandwich that looked less healthy than most of the patients.

„Hello again." Alois greeted and closed the door behind him. Paul started talking to him with his mouth full, Alois apologized for not understanding him. Swallowing, Paul started again. „I'm telling you to sit down." His voice was more neutral than Alois's.

When Alois sat down opposite him, Paul started eating again. „Hey um.. Do you have like.. a brain?" „I have an artificial nerve center that could be compared to a brain." Wiping his mouth with his fat thumb, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

„Means you're able to learn, eh?" „That is correct." „So I'll tell you something you don't have in your patient's file." Alois got concerned. „Did they forget to upload some important information?" he asked immediately. „You bet." Paul put down his sandwich and took a sip of the coffee placed on his right."

„People can be very manipulative. You may not have noticed it, but they're playing with ya." Alois decided to remain silent. „They're up to something." „Why do you think that, sir?" „'Cause I was here when they were brought here. They were like a normal patient at first. Well, not normal, no patient here is normal, but y'know what I mean."

He dug dramatically into his sandwich again. „It is said that they went crazy after their accident. Before that, they were completely fine, sane." Alois had no idea what happened to you, he only knew your current condition.

„They suddenly stopped communicating and kept attacking for no reason during any interaction." He took another sip and leaned back in his chair, which made a creaking noise under his weight.

„We've been trying to figure out how to communicate with them for a month now. But the bastard won't cooperate. They act like a dog. Growls, barks, and bites. Literally." Paul tucked his greasy hair behind his ear.

„Look what that bitch did to me." He showed that he only had the top part of his earlobe, the rest was bitten off and scarred. Alois didn't like the vocabulary he was using. „Boss says they do it out of fear. But they take quite a lot of pills for schizophrenia, so I don't know what the fuck they're still afraid of."

Alois was evaluating his thoughts. He knew what you were going through, he had planned to write it down in your public file. However a lot of things didn't make sense to him. Why do you see things that you shouldn't be able to see with your medication?

„I heard from them that they constantly hear unpleasant voices." Alois finally spoke. „Oh you heard that from them, huh?" „Yes, I deci-" „So they just pretended not to talk the whole time! I knew it!" Paul pointed his dirty finger at Alois as if it was his fault.

„That is not-.." Alois was cut off once again. „They're planning to break out!" „Your assumptions are not adequate." „Are you really that stupid? I thought you'd have a higher IQ as an android." Paul leaned closer to him and began to assert his assumptions again.

„I saw them sitting there without wearing a straitjacket. They were calm. Do you understand? CALM! And when I appeared, they pretended in front of me that something was happening to them. They were covering their ears and whining like a victim. They are trying to wrap you around their finger and then run away!"

„Trust is one of the most important aspec-" „You know what I think? They're possessed by the devil. It's necessary that-.." „But that's not related to-" Suddenly Paul slammed his fist on the table, his coffee mug clinking for a moment. „Don't ever interrupt me, you idiotic robot."

In the silence that ensued, Alois received recommendations for various medications that Paul, as a potential patient, could take. „I still have work to do, I am asking you to excuse me." Alois ended their conversation.

He got up from his chair and was about to leave until Paul opened his mouth again. „Wait." Alois focused his blue eyes on his expression. „Sit down." He said strictly. Alois obeyed. „Mhm.. and now blink." Alois found these commands strange, but he obeyed. Paul chuckled. „Alright, get out."

Alois wasn't as stupid as Paul thought. He knew very well that he had given him these orders only to feel that he had power over him. Alois had no emotions towards his behavior. But he didn't want to discuss anything further with him, he knew that it would be a waste of time. He had questions, but asking an obsessive, unhealthy person wouldn't help him answer them. So he hoped to find help from someone who was sensible.

The sign on the door, 'PhDr. Broderick J. Benignus', marked the office of the head of the entire psychiatric hospital. Knocking, he waited for his voice. It sounded authoritative, but without roughness. „Come in." He opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door afterwards.

„Greetings, sir." The gentleman with the narrow glasses on his nose looked up. His expression changed completely before he spoke. "Hello, Alois, I didn't expect you here so early. Is something the matter?" He took off his glasses with a smile and encouraged him to sit in the chair opposite.

„I would like to discuss my patient with you." „Problems?" „...the opposite." „Oh?" He explained to him that your behavior partly does not correspond to the informations and datas he received. With a little patience, he can communicate with you verbally and did not forget to say how much you are trying to cooperate.

„This situation is really strange, I admit." He thought for a moment, took a deep breath, then continued. „However, their behavior is spontaneous, they have a clear reason why they trust you. Did you find out why?" „Y/N L/N explained to me that they feel the safest with me." „That's only good, I did the right thing by asking for your services. Did they confide in you more specifically about why they only feel comfortable with you?" Alois remembered the drawings he still had in his pocket.

„..Yes." „Does their explanation make sense?" "„Also yes." „In that case, I don't see a problem with why the situation should be so strange after all." Alois lowered his blue eyes slightly and continued listening. „You're working here on your first day and yet you've found out more information about L/N's condition than any of us in a month."

After a moment of silence, Alois confided one more thing. „Mr. Paul wanted to talk to me. He shared his opinion on my patient." „I assume he's still upset about having a piece of his ear bitten off?" „Yes, that too."

„You see, Mr. Paul isn't exactly the sharpest pencil in the pencil case. We have a decent number of caregivers, but not enough doctors. While he's good at diagnostics, he's not exactly a good companion."

„It was clear from his words that he harbored hatred for my patient. I don't want to change his opinion and I won't, it just seems to me that he is trying to influence my own opinion of Y/N."

„I understand your concerns, Alois." PhDr. Benignus sympathized. „Whose patient is Y/N L/N?" „...mine, sir." „Who is responsible for them?" „I am responsible for them." „Are your tasks clear to you?" „Yes, they are." „Then form your own opinion about your own patient. You are the only one who can help L/N. You can be inspired by the opinions of others, but if they seem wrong to you, they seem wrong to you for a good reason. Listen to yourself. The only superior you have here is me, but you are also my equal, do you understand?"

Things began to fall into place for Alois and his burdensome thoughts became lighter. „Yes sir, thank you for your time and help." „Glad I could help. If something else happens, you know what to do."

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'How long have I been here?' You asked yourself. 'How long has this been going on?' Your thoughts led you to questions about how long these strange things had been happening to you. You tried to converse with the eyeballs around you. All they did was stare. Most of them were touching you. They had no set temperature, they seemed slimy, yet without texture.

No matter how hard you listened, you couldn't understand a single word that was whispered. There were so many different voices, yet they were all the same. You could hear your heart beating, you felt your lungs expanding with each breath, the mechanism of your intestines was unpleasantly recognizable. Everything you were experiencing at the moment was complemented by a headache.

You would never have believed that you would like the creaking sound of that heavy metal door to your room. A smile graced your face as you looked at your personal caregiver. Ah, how handsome he was from head to toe. Eyeballs around you angled out of Alois's way as he approached you. „Hello, Y/N, it's so nice to see you again." He spoke with a smile and pulled out a piece of clear tape from his coat pocket. He grabbed the drawing of him that you had drawn and taped it to the wall above your bed. You giggled like a happy baby. The way he leaned over you? Hello?

„On a scale from one to ten, how much do you like toasts?" He started the conversation while he was untying your legs. You remembered that you made toasts quite often, so you probably liked them. To answer his question, you mouthed the word „eight", rising your shoulders, not being sure.

As soon as he untied you, he had to tie you down to the armchair in the dining room again. Although you preferred to have your limbs free, your priority was to be with Alois. You understood that if you behaved well, circumstances would also be good. Disappointed people were capable of breaking you, but a disappointed Alois would break your heart irreparably. He would treat you with respect and care if you cooperated, that's what he said himself. There isn't even a point in making trouble to the only person that actually cares for you.

The table trolley was already ready with your dinner, toasts with a glass of orange juice. „I'm going to ask you to open your mouth." Alois requested, placing one of the toasts he was holding in a tissue to your mouth. You started to open your mouth, but something seemed strange. Your eyes scanned the room. This had never happened before: All the eyeballs were gathered around the camera in the upper corner of the room.

They were all staring straight at it, not one of them paying attention to you this time. While it was a relief on one hand, it was strange. Alois looked in the direction you were looking and asked what you saw. It was hard to speak. „Take it easy, don't rush. Look at me and take it slow." You swallowed to moisten your parched throat a little. „The eye..ba-balls… c-..amera." „All off them?" You nodded. Alois stood up from his chair and fixed his gaze on the camera. Nothing happened for a moment, then sudenly all of them darted back across the room. You let Alois know that the eyballs were back on you.

You were both equally confused. For the rest of your dinner you ate in silence, Alois saying a few words here and there to make you smile. Your arrangement was the same as usual. You counted to ten until Alois returned. The more times this happened, the better you got at it. Even though you always ended up sweaty and your heart could have jumped out of your chest, his return was worth it.

First, he placed a white towel with new clothes he had brought on the chair where he had been sitting before, next he knelt down to untie the belt holding your legs. 'The view of him at my feet isn't so bad..' You thought. 'Oh no, what the hell am I thinking!?' After Alois untied your chest as well, he helped you to stand up. „Your cardiovascular activity is still high, is something wrong?" You didn't plan on telling him that you imagined him in the least holy position possible. So you just smiled like a sunshine and snuggled closer to him.

You had mixed feelings on the way to the shower room. Not only were you uncomfortable with someone looking at you or even touching you without your clothes on, but you were traumatized by the water. Water is one of the reasons you ended up where you are now.

Before that, Alois let you use the restroom. It was the smallest room, with only a toilet and dim lighting. While it was the most humiliating situation for you, Alois was only following instructions. He leaned over to move your pants to your ankles, but stopped at your mumbling.

„There is no need to feel embarrassed." The mumbling of yours did not stop. „Here, I will look away." Alois turned his head in different direction and pulled your pants down. You knew the rest. After doing what you needed to do you were supposed to kick the door two times.

Taking your sweet time, you were overthinking the stuff that will have to happen afterwards. The truth was you would let him touch you in any-fucking-way, any-fucking-time except THIS time! Breathe in, breathe out. The only eyes that were on you right now where the floating ones.

Straightening up, you kicked the door twice and closed your legs as much as possible. The door opened, revealing Alois who had a piece of toilet paper in one hand. Before he could do anything, you shook your head aggressively. Remember when you promised yourself you would always cooperate? Well, about that...

If Alois ever had the need to sigh, he would now. „You know what? I am going to wash your whole body anyways. Stand up." Were you relieved or stressed even more? You didn't know yourself.

As soon as you entered the shower room, the lights came on automatically. It was brighter than any other room, hurting your eyes. The walls were tiled. A shower head was hung in the middle of one of the walls, with a small drain hole underneath for water to drain.

A few days ago, this place was all blood. You don't know what happened to the caregiver when those eyeballs came out of him. You followed your defensive instincts. The worst feelings only caught up with you after a while. You swore you could still taste his blood on your tongue. Unexpectedly the sick feeling and dizziness overwhelmed you, making you lightheaded. Alois had his hand on your back, noticing the change in your balance.

„I've got you." His voice grounded you again. Eyeballs flew close to the floor, like dogs trying to pick up a scent trail. With each step, your anxiety grew and your stomach began to tighten.

The built-in chains in the wall reflected the unpleasant light directly into your misty eyes. 'Alois is a caregiver, he's an android who can't have dirty thoughts like any other disgusting human... like me.'

„I know you know the procedure, but I suggest that I describe each step to you so as not to catch you off guard in any way." The words that came out of him echoed off the tiles. Your head bowed and with your eyes closed you nodded.

„First, I am going to take off your straitjacket and t-shirt." He stepped closer and released your arms, untying the jacket. Next, carefully turned you to face the wall and while standing behind you, he asked you to raise your hands above your head. You already felt exposed enough. Then Alois folded the clothes he had taken off and placed them on the floor in the other corner of the room.

As he walked back towards you, he spoke again. „Now I will have to lock your hands with handcuffs, attached to the chains." Without examining you with his eyes, he leaned over your shoulder and the chains jingled in his hand. The chains hung loosely around your wrists because you were standing close to the wall. Two steps back would cause your arms to stretch out.

In the past you had tried to rip the chains off the wall. However, it was so strong that even Alois probably wouldn't be able to separate them from the wall. „Would you be so kind and lifted one of your feet up?" The steady speech of his made you feel at ease. Carefully, without rushing, your shoes got taken off one by one.

Still on knees, Alois tapped on one of your hips to aware you of his next move. „I remind you that you don't need to be shy in front of me. I am a trained caregiver like any other doctor." The room was closed off with no windows, but the temperature felt lower when you didn't have a single piece of clothing on.

Standing with your hands handcuffed and facing the wall, you felt too vulnerable. Nothing could happen to you, you knew that, but you weren't safe from your own thoughts. „Just a moment, please." Alois's voice echoed.

Mind blurry, but present, you were shaken up. He was aware that you wanted to get out of this room and situation as quickly as possible. He didn't want to let you suffer, but hygiene was very important and he wasn't going to neglect it.

Reaching his hand for the shower head hanging next to you, he continued to describe what was going to happen. „I will set the water temperature to the optimum first." He stood directly behind you, yet the unfamiliar voices reached you.

Your pupils shrank to the size of pins. That tightness in chest was unbearable. You stopped caring that you were naked, flashbacks reminding you of the event that put you in a place like this.

The vehicle's dim lights illuminated the narrow road, not a crack in sight. The sun had not been shining for a few hours now, the clouds obscured stars with the moon. But in the stream of memories, there is a hole full of emptiness, then nothing for a long time.

Water from the shower head began to hiss against the wall you stood next to, creating an unpleasant vision of another memory.

In the pitch darkness, you felt your wet skin, clothes stuck to you with icy water, and panic. This emotion was also reflected in your present, your breathing quickened, but you couldn't move an inch.

In the back of your mind, you heard Alois say your name, but your attention was long lost.

The wind was relentless that night, the leaves of the trees rustling so loudly that you couldn't hear the wood cracking above your head.

At last, a strong shock wave bursted through your sore body, forcing you to let out a painful scream.

After opening your eyes, you stood back in the shower room, pulling on the chains that held your hands. Saliva spurted out of your mouth from your screams, you looked like a wild animal with rabies.

The water quickly turned off as Alois touched your left shoulder with his left hand, still standing behind you. Resisting, you snapped at his hand with your teeth, missing. With quick movements, he put you in a headlock and tried to hold you in place.

He let you scream at the top of your lungs for a while longer before he began to speak in a low voice. „Y/N, shh. Nothing bad is happening." His words went in one of your ears and out the other.

The flailing of yours continued, eyeballs appearing around the two of you. „Ten, nine, eight,.." Alois's voice rang in your ears softly. „..seven, six, five,.." Joining him, your struggling eased. „..four, three, two, one." Standing still, you were as one.

Your thoughts calmed down, then you began to apologize for your behavior. However, Alois only half-heard you, he was trying to repeat the instructions to himself.

»Secure the patient, maintain hygiene - wash the patient, dry them and dress them.«

They seemed simple, yet they didn't fit the program like they should. 'Securing' you meant handcuffing you to the wall to immobilize your movements.

However, his work should result in you being in the highest comfort possible. Was he overthinking too much?

»The caregiver helps solve the patient's problems.« _ »The patient's comfort is a priority.« _ »Through mutual trust, the caregiver finds ways to solve problems in an individual way.«

„Listen to yourself."

„You know what to do."

„..their behavior is spontaneous, they have a clear reason why they trust you."

All the advice, data, and gossip was coming from all directions. The robotic body of his started to overheat again like an old computer. You could feel his warmth through his white T-shirt, bringing you the feeling of comfort in his embrace.

„You are like a cat." Alois's voice echoed. A gentle hand covered in synthetic skin caressed your arm with more words. „You bite, scratch... make warning sounds and defended yourself." He slowly released you from the headlock he had you in. „After a while of coaxing, you calm down and slowly start to trust."

His tall figure was still standing by your side, or rather behind you. You turned your head to look at him. „..And as far as I can tell, you do not like water. Like a cat." Petting your head affectionately, he watched you change your expression as you cracked a smile at the last comment.

Some of the adrenaline drained from your blood and you suddenly began to feel a burning sensation on your wrists. There's no wonder, pulling on the chains in an attempt to free yourself must damage a bare skin.

„Would you wish to try a different method?" After a violent nod of your head, he left the room for a moment. Before eyeballs could crawl to you tho, he was back again. Alois was holding a washcloth in his hand, which he then placed on the floor. You were surprised by his decision to remove your handcuffs, as if you weren’t trying to rip them off the wall just a moment ago. But you weren’t going to complain in any way.

„I believe we will not be needing these." The confidence in his voice made your poor heart skip a beat. The carefulness of his humanly-looking hands was inhuman. He barely touched the red spots left by the handcuffs.

The chains jingled and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Walls seemed to expand along with your lungs.

Alois soaked the aforementioned washcloth with the weakest stream of water. „I hope you're not in a hurry, I'm about to take my time with you." Whatever it sounded like, you were writhing in your skin like an earthworm.

As soon as your metal friend turned around, you broke out in a cold sweat. It was only then that you realized again that you weren't wearing a single piece of clothing. „I know that expression, Y/N. Stay calm, everything remains professional."

It didn't take long for you to relax under the wet washcloth that Alois was using tenderly. He started with your face, holding your cheek with one hand to stop you from twitching. You melted into his palm, your legs going weak. He was only at your ears and you already felt like jelly.

He wet the washcloth again and focused on your neck and shoulders. His hand moved to your shoulder blade to keep you steady. While Alois focused on ridding you of bacteria, you were almost drowning in his neon blue eyes.

You were sure they glowed in the dark. The color of his eyes was the least human thing he had, yet the most beautiful. „Is there something on your mind, Y/N?" Alois felt how you shivered under his fingers.

Your shoulders tensed, making Alois stop. He focused his attention on your expression, trying to study it. There was a desire to stay and at the same time to run away.

Your thoughts have traveled to where they shouldn't have. Again. Then you lowered your eyes, feeling that if Alois looked into them for too long, he would be able to read all your thoughts.

Your cleaning process continued in the same way. He was careful, occasionally holding a part of your body to keep your balance. He promised you that he would save the intimate areas for last.

There are remnants of foam left on you, decorating your figure. „Y/N, would it be possible to try running the water on you again?" You were expecting this question and mentally prepared yourself for it.

„It's not about making your washing process as fast as possible, but it's about getting rid of more dirt this way." Alois meant nothing but well.

Deep down, you wanted to get rid of your fear, nonetheless it was easier said than done. Alois gave you a moment to think. After a moment of thinking, you started to feel a little cold. Alois noticed and responded by soaking the washcloth in warm water before continuing to clean you up.

Both of you remained quiet. An uneasy silence reigned throughout the tiled room. Your eyes wandered down to Alois's frame, kneeling on one knee.

He focused on washing your shin while holding your calf with his other hand. Whether he was above or below you, your eyes never got tired of this view.

Looking at him brought you comfort. Until your eyes met; that made you nervous... yet seen. Just as he did, you glanced straight in front of you, "admiring" the tiles.

„Your body temperature is dropping more and more." He stated into the silence, his voice echoing.

He stood up in your view and turned you closer to the wall. After positioning himself behind you, like he did last time, he carefully grabbed your arms and motioned for you to sit down. Surprised, you found yourself in his lap.

He obviously didn't mind that you were all soapy and wet. You felt a warmth in your back that drove the shivers away from your body.

This was the first time Alois had used his heating system of his own free will, but you didn't need to know that.

Sometimes laughter escaped your mouth as Alois tried to wash your feet. You were still twitching like before, but at least now with positive emotions. It gave him a sense of satisfaction that he was doing his job correctly.

Time flowed like the water that still hadn't been released. You tried to find a normal memory in that twisted head of yours, where you shower in. It took a lot of strength, because of all the fear you had felt for eternity.

'There it is...' your inner voice spoke through the scrubbing noises of washcloth. You remembered that you used to have a small bathroom, an average sink and a narrow shower.

The light in that bathroom flickered softly, but the water felt pleasantly warm, almost hot, on your skin. You hadn't felt warm water on your body for a long time. But you hadn't forgotten that pleasant feeling after a long hard day at work.

The fear of running water turned into a sudden desire. You didn't need therapeutic exercises or a consultation with a psychologist. Just time and space.

Alois saw you pointing your finger and reaching for the shower head. „Very brave gesture."

Your blood froze in your veins at the first touch of the water, but with Alois's patience you soon relaxed.

The shivers left you and you felt warmth not only from the inside but also from the outside.

...

'This is the first time I've seen her so relaxed.' Alois's inner voice spoke. Usually he would see various notifications and charts, that was his way of "thinking". Now he could only read one coded sentence.

»Patient's comfort reached.«

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As quickly as the worries had disappeared, they had reappeared. There was this buzz in the back of your head.

Instinct made you look towards the door. Eyeballs were shaking and flying around it like crazy. Neither of them were paying attention to you. Luckily.

The tension in your muscles appeared like before. Your android caregiver studied your sudden reaction and mood swing. His hearing was more sensitive than a human's. You saw something, he heard something.

You were both looking in the same direction at the moment. The splashing of water was interrupted by the door being roughly opened.

„What is your reason for being here, Dr. Paul?" Alois's voice rang out as he stood himself protectively in front of you.

You immediately crossed your arms in front of your bare chest. You hunched over, trying to hide your figure as effectively as possible behind Alois, who was having a conversation with the evil doctor.

Pointing at you, Paul shouted with unknowable emotion in his voice: „Their hands are not cuffed!" Fear surged through your veins, you carefully grabbed Alois's white coat.

„I have assessed that handcuffs are not necessary." Alois uttered. „Ohh, boss is NOT going to like this." Paul grew a smirk on his fat, sweaty face, taking a few steps towards were you two were standing.

„You're not supposed to be here." „I'm a doctor, I have every right to be here." You felt too vulnerable. Even when you were hidden behind Alois, you were still naked and helpless.

While Alois turned off the running water and hung the shower head up, Paul moved closer and closer.

It was here again. It would happen again. It was happening again. The eyeballs that had been circling around him a moment ago were now entering his body one by one. With each step his entire appearance changed; he was literally turning black.

His disgusting voice turned into rasps and grunts. Suddenly he spoke in a language you didn't know. His upper limbs were being dragged on the floor, dark smoke was coming out of his back that smelled like something burned.

„My patient is in discomfort, I ask you to leave. Now." „No metal thing will tell me what to do!" Alois detected the anxiety in your body, you were shaking with terror.

With a quick movement, he took off his coat, which you had been gripping on, and placed it around your shoulders, as he took a step closer to the still approaching Paul.

Dr. Paul shouted at the top of his lungs, but you only heard screams and growls coming from the monster he had transformed into.

„I order you to get out of my way immediately, I intend to take care of them MYSELF!" „Paul, I warn you, do not attempt to touch my client." Alois replied in an assertive voice as he walked slowly towards him.

Now Alois and the monster faced each other. The black figure roared and screeched while Alois spoke with surprising calmness.

The monster turned its head towards you and back to Alois repeatedly. In any other situation, it would have rushed at you, but Alois kept it at bay.

„I am fully aware of your rights, mine, and my patient's." „Do you think you're something more than ME!?" Dr. Paul kept spitting. „No, that is what you think."

That doctor obsessed with you has had enough. „That's it- I'LL PUNISH THEM MYSELF! Come here, you little-" That black monster took its last step towards you, until...

As soon as Alois touched Dr. Paul, the black matter that had surrounded him before spread out in all directions and transformed back into eyeballs.

You saw the crazy doctor again. This time, however, he was hanging above the ground because your caregiver was holding him by the collar of his shirt.

While he kicked his feet nervously, Alois continued to speak calmly to him. „I see that you have problems with aggression, I would recommend Himalaya Mentat, Advance Modin, Puhdistamo L-Theanine or Chinese medicine. I'm sure you're familiar with these medications."

„P-PUT ME DOWN YOU FUCKING ROBOT!" „And also Kardious for high blood pressure. Your heart rate exceeds 140/90 mm Hg."

Your fear and stress turned into giggles. The person who often hurt you was now helpless and at a disadvantage. Who wouldn't laugh?

Paul saw you and started sweating more than before. „Let me down, Alois... You're embarrassing me!" „You're embarrassing yourself, Dr. Paul."

After a while of 'torturing', Alois put Paul down and led him into the hallway. Then he returned to you, intending to continue as if nothing had happened.

„May I have my coat back, please?" Alois started. You wanted to playfully provoke, but decided to be nice instead. After all, he literally saved you. And according to your files, he may have saved Paul's other earlobe as well.

„You handled this situation perfectly, I apologize for my colleague. He... is not a very good companion." he told you as he turned the warm water back on, letting you relax under it for a few more minutes.

As he promised, he left the intimate parts until the very end. He was patient and offered different options that you might feel comfortable with.

„Would it be better for you to sit down?"

„Would you like me to use the washcloth?"

„I could do it with my eyes closed..."

„No, I can't 'just rinse' you with water, that would be neglect."

„Yes, I believe you are capable of doing it yourself. However, I would still have to check your work afterwards."

You tried to get out of it as best as you could, but to no avail. Finally, he brought you a plastic chair, sat you down, wrapped you in a towel so you wouldn't be cold, and cleaned what he could with a washcloth.

You froze when he grabbed your ankle while you were kicking your feet in discomfort. He held you tightly, strictly... But still careful not to bruise your skin.

He rinsed you off with water one last time and dried you thoroughly before dressing you in new clean clothes, including a straitjacket.

Before he could put it on you, you wrapped your arms around his hard metal waist as a thank you for not letting Dr. Paul hurt you.

...You would let him pet your head forever.

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Despite the unwelcome visitor, this was the most calmly managed showering for you in this facility.

But time was running out, there were only a few last moments left to spend with Alois before your brain was drugged again.

„Does it feel good to feel clean?" Alois broke the silence with this sentence. Overwhelmed with thoughts, you decided to simply nod.

You weren't the only one with a head full of thoughts. While you were thinking about how to extend your time together, Alois was thinking of various alternatives for how the situation with Dr. Paul would be handled.

He wanted to share his thoughts with someone reasonable, like PhDr. Broderick J. Benignus, and for some reason he wanted to share them with you as well. But would that be appropriate? Wouldn't it be a mistake to discuss this situation with his own patient? On the other hand, it also affected you.

First things first, it was time to brush your teeth.

Another armchair, another belts to hold you down. Before Alois could think about whether it was necessary to tie you down, you were already sitting in the armchair.

„You are improving." he announced. You took his sentence as a compliment and responded with a smile. „I am going to modify your file." he said as he fastened you. „There aren't many positive things written there."

Suddenly, he pulled out a case with a toothbrush inside from his pants pocket. „I feel like you don't deserve such reputation."

The toothbrush had a short handle with rounded edges for safety. The workers believed that even an ordinary toothbrush could kill one of them if it fell into your hands.

Alois took his time to clean every tooth so that no plaque remained on them. He used a non-irritating toothpaste and occasionally let you rinsed your mouth with water from a cup he held to your mouth.

Everything went smoothly. You used the time of your silence to daydream about the way he took off his coat, handing it to you...

You noticed that his arm was covered in synthetic skin only up to the shoulder, which was black and shiny. When you hugged him after the shower, his torso and waist were very hard.

They certainly weren't covered in fake skin just like his shoulders. What other parts of him were 'exposed'?

Your eyes wandered to his body kneeling in front of you, his focus on you. Only you. You were the center of his attention. 'Am I getting addicted to his presence?' you asked yourself.

There was no mirror in the room and the armchair was turned towards the wall. You couldn't see behind yourself, but could feel all the movement that was happening behind you.

So many strange things have happened this day. First you planned to bite your new caregiver's hand off and now you're trying to find a way to extend your time with him.

„Flush your mouth, please." Alois requested, holding the cup filled with fresh water to your lips. „I have dental floss here too."

Caregivers hasn't flossed your teeth since they discovered you bite off fingers. You would have broken your teeth on his metal fingers. However there was no reason to hurt him. If you were allowed to, you would kiss his knuckles instead. 'Would he feel it? Would he like it perhaps?'

„May I try with you?" Confused, you tilted your head to the side. „...to floss your teeth." 'Ah right..' For a moment you thought he wanted you to kiss his knuckles. Shame.

His fingers moved naturally. Every now and then you grimaced at the grinding of your teeth with the dental floss and at the pain. „Your gums are slightly inflamed. I don't like to see that." Your eyes dropped.

„Don't worry, I don't blame you. It's not your fault." Alois let you rinse your mouth out one last time. „Despite the physical and mental pain, you behave very well. Thank you for your cooperation."

You shamelessly tried to force him to put a cherry on top of the cake. „A..are.. you- ehm. pr-oud?" He placed his palm on your head and, with the words „Yes, Y/N, I am sincerely proud of you." caressed you.

From his other pocket he took out plaster pills that were given to you when you were still tied. They had a faster effect because they didn't have to be swallowed, they dissolved on the tongue.

If the shower didn't take that long, you would have plenty of time left for conversation after brushing your teeth. On the other hand, the pills could make you so tired that you wouldn't even notice it was the next day.

„uhm.." you tried to say your last words before being knocked out. „Do you have something to tell me?" Alois made sure and politely knelt down on one knee to be at your eye level.

„I.. w-wa-nt.. to..." Your jaw started shaking, you couldn't speak well. „Shh, it is alright. I am aware that we are pressed for time." placing his human like hand on your tied one, he made you take a few deep breaths. „However you are my priority."

Tears almost started to form in your eyes from hearing him saying that you matter. For the first day in a month in this facility you weren't taken as a totally psychotic, chronically ill pacient.

It must have taken an android to remind you that you were still human. Getting yourself together, you spoke nearly fluently. „I want.. to spend m-more time wit-th.. you."

„It is wonderful to hear this from you. I'm glad I have gained your trust." He spoke in the same cheerful tone as when you called him a stag.

While he was talking, he was unbuckling your belts. „I promise to do everything in my power to help you with your problem." When he released you, he offered you his opened palm.

„And I also promise you that when you wake up in the morning, you will have me by your side again." You took his hand and swallowed the pill he gave you yourself.

„What an independent patient you are. I'll have to come up with some kind of reward." 'Oh I'd have an idea of a reward.' said your inner voice bashfully.

Alois led you into the hallway, you holding his hand. He didn't resist. Your eyelids drooped and before you knew it, you were sitting in a wheelchair watching flying eyeballs dodge to sides.

With all your strength, you tried to help Alois get you onto the bed, but he did most of the work.

You heared his voice but you didn't understand his words. Well, the important thing was that you heard him. Alois was aware that you didn't know what he's saying, but he was convinced that his voice would bring you the comfort you needed. And he was right.

After the last belt he had to immobilize you with, he gave you an injection in your thigh that you didn't even register. You looked at him through only one half-open eyelid, wanting him to be the last thing you would see that day.

By stroking your hair, Alois put you into a deep sleep. That was the first time you didn't fall asleep exhausted and surrounded by strange eyeballs and voices.

Although you were no longer mentally present, Alois sat next to your bed for a longer while, examining your sleeping figure.

He couldn't help but check your blood flow, watch your chest rise and fall, scan your brain activity. When he was satisfied, he stood up and left with one last glance in your direction.

Time to address the situation about Dr. Paul and his unacceptable behavior. Even though he's his colleague, his priority now is you.

Alois has a great sense of justice.

Alois is not letting this slide.

a/n: Don't worry, in the next episode you are going to find out what really happened to Reader and why they see what they sees. (`･ω･´)

@horrific-dust @sunndust @liv-007

[zablife]

Becoming Mrs. Shelby (Part 5)

Tommy Shelby x female reader

Summary: Tommy has a plan to help you through a difficult time, but it isn't what you expected. Mrs. Fitzherbert has difficulty believing it as well.

Part 4 Masterlist

You reentered Mrs. Fitzherbert's suite thirty minutes before dinner, hoping she'd already gone down. When you found her on the balcony sulking, your hopes were dashed.

"Ma'am," you acknowledged, bowing your head so as not to have to look into the blazing fury emanating from her eyes.

"Oh, you're showing respect now?" she retorted. "Fine time for that considering I'm dismissing you!" she shouted, her small hurried steps pounding inside toward the bar. 

As she poured herself a drink, you faltered for words, unable to believe what you'd just heard. "I don't understand what I've done wrong," you whispered in utter confusion.

She wheeled around to face you, taking in your trembling lip with an amused snort. “Perhaps I should make something clear to you. Mr. Shelby is not here for romantic entanglements."

“He only wanted to be my friend, take me to breakfast..." you struggled to explain.

“Well he should have asked me! You are my ward,” she shouted insistently. “The very idea that I would allow you to associate with a common criminal...” she harrumphed. 

"Why is Mr. Shelby so unsuitable?” you asked, suddenly recalling how the dining room emptied at precisely the time he took his meals. "I think you should know he's asked me to marry him," you revealed, chin held high.

She only seemed to hear the last part, a sharp cackle rising in her throat as she mocked you. “That's absurd!"

"It's true," you mumbled, hands clutched at your waist to keep them from shaking in her presence.

“You know, I’ve tried to do everything I could for you, gave you the best accommodations and lessons in deportment," she slurred as her drink sloshed upon the floor. "For what? To throw it all away? Well I wash my hands of you!” she announced, scrubbing her palms together in an overly dramatic gesture.

“I have nothing but gratitude for all you’ve done,” you began, but Mrs. Fitzherbert wouldn’t hear it. 

“I’ll give it you, you’re a clever one!" she sneered, pointing a bony finger in your direction. "Pretending to be a pretty little fool, but all the while using me to get a husband,” she spat. “Well the joke’s on you, Y/n! He might have wealth, but he certainly doesn’t have respectability,” she informed you.

Your jaw dropped at her harsh words. She knew nothing of Tommy's kindness and warmth, the only qualities that mattered to you. "You don't know him at all," you countered with a sudden surge of courage.

“Go play house with him and see if anyone except bootleggers and thugs ever come to call," she predicted, turning her back to you.

"I don't care about any of that," you said, standing your ground as you'd never done before. "All we need is each other to be happy."

“Are you so sure, my dear?” she asked, looking down her nose at you with a condescending stare.

“I-I love Tommy and h-he loves m-me,” you stuttered under her intense scrutiny.

“He said that did he?” she poked at you, forcing you back a step with her haughty certainty.

Your mouth felt horribly dry as you attempted to swallow the lump in your throat. For it was true, there had been no declarations of love. There wasn’t any time as you scrambled to make all the necessary arrangements. In retrospect the proposal had been decidedly businesslike, nothing like the passionate scenes in novels.

As you stood in petrified silence, Mrs. Fitzherbert sauntered toward you, a wicked smile painting her wrinkled visage. "Did you imagine a murderous gangster could love anyone?" she taunted, taking pleasure in the sight of tears welling along your lash line. "He's a mongrel heathen who will leave you. That is, if he doesn't kill you first," she pronounced.

You shook your head in disbelief of her accusations, feeling all the air leave the room.

Choosing a fresh pair of satin gloves, she barely acknowledged you as she added one more caustic barb. "But go ahead and try your luck. Perhaps you'll fair better than the previous Mrs. Shelby."

Part 6

[p4lm5prings]

MCU character playlist masterpost

*Crossed-out playlists are playlists that will be linked eventually!

Thunderbolts* The New Avengers

Yelena Belova / Black Widow Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier Bob Reynolds / Sentry Alexei Shostakov / Red Guardian Ava Starr / Ghost John Walker / U.S. Agent The New Avengers Antonia Dreykov / Taskmaster Valentina Allegra de Fontaine

Fantastic Four

Reed Richards / Mister Fantastic Sue Storm / Invisible Woman Johnny Storm / Human Torch Ben Grimm / The Thing The Fantastic Four

Avengers (og6)

Steve Rogers / Captain America Tony Stark / Iron Man Thor Odinson Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow Bruce Banner / The Hulk Clint Barton / Hawkeye The Avengers

Avengers (and just who I assume will be avengers in doomsday lol)

Sam Wilson / Captain America Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel Wanda Maximoff / The Scarlet Witch Shang-Chi Scott Lang / Ant-Man Peter Parker / Spider-Man Jennifer Walters / She-Hulk Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange Joaquin Torres / Falcon James "Rhodey" Rhodes / War Machine Hope van Dyne / The Wasp The Vision Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Young Avengers

Kamala Khan / Ms. Marvel Kate Bishop / Hawkeye Cassie Lang / Stature Billy Maximoff / Wiccan Tommy Maximoff / Speed America Chavez Riri Williams / Ironheart

Daredevil / Defenders saga

Matt Murdock / Daredevil Foggy Nelson Karen Page Frank Castle / The Punisher Ben "Dex" Pointdexter / Bullseye Kirsten McDuffie Nelson, Murdock and Page Maya Lopez / Echo Jessica Jones Elektra Natchios Luke Cage Billy Russo / Jigsaw Trish Walker / Hellcat Ray Nadeem Claire Temple

Spider-Verse

Peter Parker / The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew) Peter Parker / Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man (Tobey) Michelle "MJ" Jones Ned Leeds Mary Jane Watson Gwen Stacy Felicia Hardy / Black Cat

Agatha All Along

Agatha Harkness Rio Vidal / Death

Guardians of the Galaxy

Peter Quill / Star-Lord Gamora Rocket Raccoon Nebula Mantis Drax the Destroyer Adam Warlock

X-Men / Mutants

Wade Wilson / Deadpool Logan / Wolverine Scott Summers / Cyclops

Asgard and TVA

Loki Laufeyson King Valkyrie Jane Foster / Mighty Thor Lady Sif Darcy Lewis Hela Odinsdottir Sylive Laufydottir Mobius M. Mobius

Wakanda

Shuri / Black Panther T'Challa / Black Panther Nakia Okoye Namor the Submariner M'Baku Erik Killmonger

Moon Knight

Marc Spector / Moon Knight Steven Grant / Mr Knight Jake Lockley / Moon Knight Layla El-Faouly / Scarlet Scarab

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. / Agent Carter

Maria Hill Sharon Carter / Agent 13 / Power Broker Peggy Carter Phil Coulson Daisy Johnson / Quake Melinda May Jemma Simmons Leo Fitz Bobbi Morse / Mockingbird Lance Hunter Alphonso "Mack" Machenzie Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez Deke Shaw Grant Ward Daniel Sousa Edwin Jarvis Dottie Underwood / Black Widow

S.W.O.R.D. and S.A.B.E.R. (and other agents)

Monica Rambeau / Photon Nick Fury Everett Ross Jimmy Woo

Eternals

Sersi Thena Makkari Phastos Druig Kingo Ajak Gilgamesh Ikaris Sprite Eros / Starfox

Werewolf by Night

Jack Russell / Werewolf by Night Elsa Bloodstone

[bikinibottomdayz]

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[warnersister]

Post Show Pleazures (Twizted Bliss) - Rockstar!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

[Bradley Bradshaw x reader, rooster x reader]

Summary: your band was performing as DaggeR 1’s warmup act on their world tour; a group significantly younger than the Nu metal heads - and Rooster thought he could handle having you around, could handle his own hard on’s. But you’re a month in and Manchester proves otherwise.

Warnings: smut, age gap relationship 35//24, degradation, p in v, no protection, oral (m receiving), begging, basically Roo being a perv

This was originally about Munky from Korn, but it didn’t do well so if you’re into Korn maybe check out the original here

Rooster was a respectful guy, he’s midway through his umpteenth fucking world tour for God’s sake, a grown ass man. He kept his distance, stayed way back, promised himself he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable; only a young thing after all.

It was all fun and games until it came time for the bands to be introduced to one another. DaggeR 1 had sit in their studio and their manager had put on your music for them all to listen to before they agreed to anything, just like them - a Nu metal mashup with screaming and incoherency every now and then. And they had to admit, you could fucking sing.

And then it was organised, the posters printed, the ads sent out - Twizted Blizter would front for DaggeR 1 in their upcoming tour, formally meeting the week prior in order to get all your affairs straight. “I’m telling you dude she’s real good” Jake said, pushing open the door to the studio as himself and Rooster discussed you.

Rooster stopped in his tracks when he was faced with a young woman with her hands on her hips, stood like some undead Avril Lavigne, smoky eyeshadow, pierced brow, sharp dark nails and this stupid shit eating smirk that he could kiss off your face- wait what?

“Hey! This is the band I was telling you guys about!” Jake introduced you all to each member of the band, Rooster’s eyes lingering on you a little more than necessary. And as you shook his hand and your tongue protruded to wet your blackened lips, teeth bared as you grinned up at him and voice a hell of a lot softer than he expected judging on your voice’s ability to warp into some hellish chant. “It’s a pleasure to meet you” you say meekly, nails scratching his skin slightly as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from your own. “You’ve got rhythm” he tells you and you smile again, appreciatively “that’s what they all say” you reply with a wink. He hadn’t a chance to compute that underlying meaning that sentence suggested, before you shook Coyote’s hand.

“Y’ wanna watch the band?” Coyote asked, walking out of his dressing room; beer in hand. Rooster looked at him and shrugged. “Alright man” your set had already started, band already getting into their stride as the beat gyrated through the venue’s flooring. Rooster took a swig from the bottle as he watched you throw profanities into the mic; hair frazzled around your head, makeup running, sweat dripping off your body, nails digging into your thighs and creating crescent shaped indentations beginning to leak with blood as you scraped them up your skin like a satanic tattoo artist.

Rooster barely made it through the first song before he had to force his way back to the bathrooms, just to rub one out before the show - angrily cursing himself as he hated the way he thought about you, the way you carried yourself, the way he could have you. You were over a decade younger than him and this was disgusting. But as he climaxed and moaned out your name, it felt so goddamn right.

“Mr Bradshaw?” He heard from behind him as he prepared for his own set, head still foggy. He turned to see you staring up at him through your lashes, fingers on one hand fiddling with the index nail on the other, nervously chewing your lip. He gulped at the way you called him. “Yeah hun?” He found himself saying, like some pensioner talking to the teenage intern at the nutcase ward. “Did you like our set?” You asked him, tone dripping with nerves. “Holy fuck yeah it sure was good” he tells you with a smile “really?” Your face lit up as you took a step forward and he certainly didn’t step back. “Yeah. Damn good singer you are.” He tells you and you giggle giddily. “Thank you” you tell him, appreciatively. “I really look up to you as an artist, Mr Bradshaw.” You tell him, honestly. And he almost can’t help but think your honey-laced words are fakery for the horny shit you were doing ten minutes ago. “You do?” He found himself asking, dreamily. Get your shit together, man. You nodded in response. “It’s an honour to be working with you and your band.” You say with a child-like grin, your eyes darting down and up again as fast as they had. “Best of luck for your set.” You said, taking a sip of water. “Not that you need it” you tell him, pivoting and walking in the other direction.

Rooster sighs heavily and runs a hand over his face, seeing his flustered reflection in the mirror across from him, distracted by the obvious wet patch on his trousers. Did you see that? Shit.

And that’s how it went for the rest of the North America tour. You’d play, he’d rub one out, and then he’d head to the stage already dripping in sweat as he’d see your eyes watching him tentatively.

It was on the way to the UK tour when the two bands were mingling on the plane, Rooster excusing himself to get a drink and walking past your group. He looked at your face, sleeping soundly in the arms of your drummer who looked like a shitty Travis Barker wannabe, who raised an eyebrow at Rooster and smirked.

He felt his nostrils flare as he walked on, having to force himself to walk past the two of you again only to see not-Travis stroking your hair and pushing it out of your face and Rooster could tell it was clearly for his benefit. He felt a twisting pang of jealously in his chest as whatshisface threaded a hand under your thighs to pull you closer. Rooster just shook his head and walked back to his seat.

God this is so fucking wrong.

Manchester, England. Ironically where your band formed so you knew exactly where all the best bars were in the area - and as usual, your band was on before DaggeR 1 - your expression hazy and dazed as you blared into the microphone, clawing at your own skin with such desperation Rooster so wished you’d take out on him. And of course, he had to have his inaugural trip to a more private area to sort out his predicament before anyone saw the boner he was nursing.

In his dressing room, he sat palming at the obvious tent in his pants. Cursing himself as he urged his cock for some sort of relief, moaning your name reiteratively like some sort of sickened chant. “Mr Bradshaw?” He heard your voice from the door as you looked at him with widened, evidently startled eyes. “Shit! I-” he began before you slammed the door behind you, him hearing a “sorry!” Squeaked from you and he rushed to pull his pants up and sprint for the door, grabbing your wrist before you could go anywhere. “Did you hear that?” He asked and you gulped with a slight nod. “Shit I’m so sorry-” he began as you pulled your hand away “I didn’t mean to interrupt-” “you must think I’m such a pervert.” He says, running his hands through his hair. “Look I’m so fucking sorry, you must think I’m a real creep, I’m so much older than you and I’m rubbing one out after your sets and it’s disgusting and-” he rants. “Mr Bradshaw” you cut him off and he looks at you. “It’s ok.” You say and he raises his brows. “It is?” You nod “it is perverted but it’s okay cause I get off to you too-” you say honestly and he grunts involuntarily. “You what?” “You heard me” you reply and he grits his jaw. “I can help you Mr Bradshaw-” “shit” he swears and drags you back into his dressing room, making sure to shut the door tightly and pushing you against it.

“Are you okay with what I’m ’bouta do to you?” He asks and you consent “I’m a grown ass woman Mr Bradshaw” you say “I’m okay with it” “shit call me that again” “Mr Bradshaw?” He groans “yeah that” “Mr Bradshaw” his knees go weak and he slinks back onto his couch with a groan, watching you sink to your knees as you undo his pants and palming him through his boxers. “Please forgive me I’m so disgusting” he says, as you take him into your hand “I’m a filthy pervert” he breathes as you lick a stripe up the bottom of his cock “you’re too pure for a sick old man like me” he says, as your head begins to bob “I don’t deserve this.” He says, embarrassed how quickly he was building up to his orgasm “please make me cum” he begs as you hollow out your cheeks and he shoots cum into the back of your throat, throwing his head back as he watches you swallow his cum through hooded eyelids.

“Shit” he groans as he pulls you forward as he stands up, laying you on your back on the couch “how much do you like these pants?” He asks and you shrug as he uses a decent deal of effort to rip the flimsy material along with your underwear. “They were expensive though-” you sigh “shit I’m sorry. I should’ve checked, I’m such a sleaze. So desperate for you. I’ll take you shopping, I sound like some goddamn sugar daddy-” “Bradley, it’s okay.” You tell him and he groans pathetically as he sinks into you, your arms reaching around his neck as he peppers kisses onto your stage-sweated face. “M sorry. ‘M such a perv.” He reiterates again and again and you shut him up by kissing him firmly on the lips and clawing your sharp nails into his back.

“You are a perv” you breathe “‘nd this shouldn’t feel right” you agree and he cries out “I look up to you” you say “and I’m letting you down” he groans, feeling you hook your legs around his waist. “But I can’t stop it’s so good” he moans as he cums inside of you, watching your face contort in pleasure as you came moments after. “Shit I came inside of you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” “you’re good” you breathe with a smile, catching your breath as he pulls out of you and provides you with an oversized pair of khakis in lieu of your trousers in odder to accommodate the lack there of, collecting himself and looking at you, hands delicately reaching up to cradle your face as he looks you over, touch so gentle as if you were an antique doll. “M sorry you’re too good for me. He says, kissing your forehead. “It’s okay Mr Bradshaw, I liked it.” He groaned as you kissed his palm and leant into his touch.

“Oh Mr Bradshaw, I made your back bleed” you say, eyes full of concern as a drop of blood seeps onto your thumb. He takes your hand in his and licks the blood off your thumb “good I deserve to be punished.” He says, walking you backward until your back hit the door, leaning against it and effectively trapping you on it as he leans down to pepper your lips with hot open mouth kisses. “M such a pervert”

“Two minutes, Rooster” you heard from beyond the door as he moaned, frustrated. “You’ll be great, Mr Bradshaw. Like you always are” you tell him, eyes full of pride. “And I’ll be in here when you’re done” you promise and he whimpers “make sure you don’t have the pants on” he says, before smacking his own head “asshole” he curses himself as you open the door “go be great, Rooster” you say as he walks over the threshold. “Don’t you want a shirt?” You ask and he walks away with a bleeding back “nah they can watch me bleed knownin’ it was you, princess” he says, thrusting his hands into his hair as he cursed himself for being such a crude and corruptive son of a bitch.

And he cried and fucked you all over again once the show was done, feeling every bit guilty- but not really.

And in the following show, Leeds, he sat through your whole set and as soon as you walked off stage, he picked you up at the waist and slung you over his shoulder, marching running to his dressing room not really taking care as to who sees, offering a cocky look to your drummer as you head past him. “Pervert” he says under his voice “hell yeah I am!” He shouts with a holler as he licked the exposed skin on your upper thigh, “and she’s gonna fuck me and call me names until I feel so guilty I cry!” slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

[cocoavanille]

Slander (ver 2.0) for @drarrymicrofic

•••

What it takes to degrade a hero to an international political criminal? Turns out, not much.

Draco walks the corridor with an expression that makes people step away and hide their faces. He knows how this bullshit works, he knows Harry is framed – not out of blind faith in his innate goodness, but out of having a brain and making connections between events.

Kingsley is in his office, talking to Gemma – his secretary. He doesn't even knock, the wards on the door are down.

– Gem, leave us for a moment.

The woman leaves, Draco closes the door and feels an enchantment fall over the room, blocking the sounds.

Fuck you, Draco thinks, all of you. He lays down the document with his mother's signature. Slaps it on the table.

Kingsley looks at the numbers in surprise, frowns, locking his gaze on his.

– Draco, what-

– They want more? Greedy much. What is it really about, Minister? The joined European Magical Safety project?

Nail on the head – Kingsley's expression freezes. Draco sighs. Raising funds this way is horrible and undignified even by Malfoy standards.

Kingsley massages his own temples, dropping the act. Chooses his words carefully.

– While Potter is being investigated, I want you to take charge of DMLE with Weasley. We're doing everything we can, he obviously didn't kill the guy. They don't want just money, it's a vendetta of sorts – I shut down their network of informers inside our borders two years ago.

And Harry is the head auror, they want a public execution of sorts. Draco clicks his tongue, cooling off a little.

– What does the administration going to do about the slander in case it can't shake the dirt of your own clothes?

Room falls silent. Draco represses a bitter laugh. So far loyalty goes.

– Take the money if you need it to bail him out. I'm not running your rotten department, Minister. You brought your people into this mess, get them out. Or I'll solve it the way I see fit.

– Don't you dare do anything stupid, we're already–

Draco steps closer, not breaking eye contact.

– You've fucked up and now my husband has a possibility of being in a northern lifeless jail for the rest of his life. You think I care about any of you?

Kingsley takes the money. Draco leaves the cabinet and touches his bracelet with a tip of his wand three times.

Theo, Granger and mom are on the ready. If the formal way won't work, they'll just steal Harry Potter from the international magical security interrogation room. Seen worse.

In a matter of two weeks, with a little help from distant french friends, the whole magical world receives news of horrible plot being stirred up to frame Mr Potter and the british ministry. Responsible party faces consequences.

Harry sighs, thin and pale, curled up on a sofa in Black's southern estate. Mother pats his back while practically forcing him to eat, Draco burns this weeks Prophet.

– Honey, you need a vacation.

Harry hates leaving work for more than one day, traumatized workaholic and adrenaline junkie. But this time nods with an apologetic smile.

– M-hm. Can I have a hug?

Draco finally relaxes, for the first time in two months, wrapping his arms around him and closing his eyes.

– Anything for you, love.

And if someone dares to threaten his family again he'll make sure public image is gonna be the least of their problems.

[book--brackets]

Summaries under the cut

Emily by L. M. Montgomery

Emily Starr never knew what it was to be lonely—until her beloved father died. Now Emily's an orphan, and her mother's snobbish relatives are taking her to live with them at New Moon Farm. She's sure she won't be happy. Emily deals with stiff, stern Aunt Elizabeth and her malicious classmates by holding her head high and using her quick wit. Things begin to change when she makes friends: with Teddy, who does marvelous drawings; with Perry, who's sailed all over the world with his father yet has never been to school; and above all, with Ilse, a tomboy with a blazing temper. Amazingly, Emily finds New Moon beautiful and fascinating. With new friends and adventures, Emily might someday think of herself as Emily of New Moon.

Savvy by Ingrid Law

For generations, the Beaumont family has harbored a magical secret. They each possess a "savvy" -a special supernatural power that strikes when they turn thirteen. Grandpa Bomba moves mountains, her older brothers create hurricanes and spark electricity . . . and now it's the eve of Mibs's big day.

As if waiting weren't hard enough, the family gets scary news two days before Mibs's birthday: Poppa has been in a terrible accident. Mibs develops the singular mission to get to the hospital and prove that her new power can save her dad. So she sneaks onto a salesman's bus . . . only to find the bus heading in the opposite direction. Suddenly Mibs finds herself on an unforgettable odyssey that will force her to make sense of growing up-and of other people, who might also have a few secrets hidden just beneath the skin.

The Last Apprentice by Joseph Delaney

Thomas Ward is the seventh son of a seventh son and has been apprenticed to the local Spook. The job is hard, the Spook is distant and many apprentices have failed before Thomas. Somehow Thomas must learn how to exorcise ghosts, contain witches and bind boggarts. But when he is tricked into freeing Mother Malkin, the most evil witch in the County, the horror begins...

The View from Saturday by E. L. Konigsburg

How has Mrs. Olinski chosen her sixth-grade Academic Bowl team? She had a number of answers. But were any of them true? How had she really chosen Noah and Nadia and Ethan and Julian? And why did they make such a good team? It was a surprise to a lot of people when Mrs. Olinski's team won the sixth-grade Academic Bowl contest at Epiphany Middle School. It was an even bigger surprise when they beat the seventh grade and the eighth grade, too. And when they went on to even greater victories, everyone began to ask: How did it happen?

It happened at least partly because Noah had been the best man (quite by accident) at the wedding of Ethan's grandmother and Nadia's grandfather. It happened because Nadia discovered that she could not let a lot of baby turtles die. It happened when Ethan could not let Julian face disaster alone. And it happened because Julian valued something important in himself and saw in the other three something he also valued.

Mrs. Olinski, returning to teaching after having been injured in an automobile accident, found that her Academic Bowl team became her answer to finding confidence and success. What she did not know, at least at first, was that her team knew more than she did the answer to why they had been chosen.

The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor

When Alyss Heart, newly orphaned heir to the Wonderland throne, flees through the Pool of Tears to escape her murderous Aunt Redd, she finds herself lost and alone in Victorian London. Befriended by an aspiring author named Lewis Carrol, Alyss tells the violent, heartbreaking story of her young life. Alyss trusts this author to tell the truth so that someone, somewhere will find her and bring her home. But he gets the story all wrong. He even spells her name incorrectly!

Fortunately, Royal Bodyguard Hatter Madigan knows all too well the awful truth of Alyss' story - and he's searching every corner of our world to find the lost princess and return her to Wonderland, to battle Redd for her rightful place as the Queen of Hearts.

Misty by Marguerite Henry

"You'll never catch the Phantom," says Grandpa. "That horse is fast as the wind. She's escaped from every roundup on the island!" But Paul and Maureen want the beautiful wild mare for their very own. "I'm going to capture her myself," says Paul.

When Paul finally overtakes the Phantom, he makes a surprising discovery. Running at her side is a brand-new, silvery-gray colt - Misty!

East by Edith Pattou

Rose has always been different.

Since the day she was born, it was clear she had a special fate. Her superstitious mother keeps the unusual circumstances of Rose's birth a secret, hoping to prevent her adventurous daughter from leaving home... but she can't suppress Rose's true nature forever.

So when an enormous white bear shows up one cold autumn evening and asks teenage Rose to come away with it--in exchange for health and prosperity for her ailing family--she readily agrees.

Rose travels on the bear's broad back to a distant and empty castle, where she is nightly joined by a mysterious stranger. In discovering his identity, she loses her heart-- and finds her purpose--and realizes her journey has only just begun.

The Midwife's Apprentice by Karen Cushman

The girl known only as Brat has no family, no home, and no future until she meets Jane the Midwife and becomes her apprentice. As she helps the sharp-tempered Jane deliver babies, Brat--who renames herself Alyce--gains knowledge, confidence, and the courage to want something from life: "A full belly, a contented heart, and a place in this world." Medieval village life makes a lively backdrop for the funny, poignant story of how Alyce gets what she wants.

Circle of Magic by Tamora Pierce

With her gift of weaving silk thread and creating light, Sandry is brought to the Winding Circle community. There she meets Briar, a former thief who has a way with plants; Daja, an outcast gifted at metalcraft; and Tris, whose connection with the weather unsettles everyone, including herself. At Winding Circle, the four misfits are taught how to use their magic - and to trust one another. But then disaster strikes their new home. Can Sandry weave together four kinds of magical power and save herself, her friends, and the one place where they've ever been accepted?

Catherine, Called Birdy by Karen Cushman

Catherine feels trapped. Her father is determined to marry her off to a rich man--any rich man, no matter how awful.

But by wit, trickery, and luck, Catherine manages to send several would-be husbands packing. Then a shaggy-bearded suitor from the north comes to call--by far the oldest, ugliest, most revolting suitor of them all.

Unfortunately, he is also the richest.

Can a sharp-tongued, high-spirited, clever young maiden with a mind of her own actually lose the battle against an ill-mannered, piglike lord and an unimaginative, greedy toad of a father?

Deus! Not if Catherine has anything to say about it!

[papathe5th]

I read your recent story segments (Prime Mover) early this evening & I liked them both.

…After Ghost’s triumphant return from Skeletour (early September, I think), Perpetua & his Prime Mover’s child is born at last.

“Son of Perpetua” —horror film poster title

I headcanon that their kid has some similarities to Carrie (but if she was given a lot of genuine love & understanding instead).

And the child loves their Uncle Copia. 😬 He’s fascinating in general. The latter is happy, just a little surprised/flustered.

I’ve kept you waiting long enough, ghestie, but I return with fluff. Be warned that it may rot your teeth in spite of it being under 1k words.

READ THE OTHER PARTS HERE: ONE & TWO

Papa V Perpetua x Prime Mover f! Reader

Words: 930

Rating: M (mature)

You were only six months along when your water broke. You prayed that it was your bladder. You prayed to Satan that it was just your bladder.

It wasn’t.

The little devil had been biding his time, waiting for you to be within driving distance of The Ministry Headquarters before he triggered contractions.

You were worried, of course, but you weren’t threatening to kill everyone in the tour bus in a vehicular accident. Papa V Perpetua frightened the driver into breaking every traffic law and speeding to the nearest hospital.

As if everything had fallen into place, as if it all had been prophesied, the hospital was an hour’s drive from the headquarters. Mrs. Psaltarian had called the maternity ward to ask about you because she already knew. Every single one of the Elders, living or dead, already knew.

“You risked both their lives by being selfish.”

Sister Imperator scolded her son who had been kneeling by your hospital bedside since your son was taken away from you.

“I defied you, too, Sister. I was as selfish as Papa. We held on to the little time the three of us had together.”

“So you did,” she spoke to you, her spectral form passing through the bedsheets as it closed in on you. “You love my son enough to defy the Dark Lord himself. That’s why I chose you for him.” Her hand was a cool and calming breeze on your headed forehead.

“Forgive me, Mia Prima,” Papa kissed your knuckles, lifting your heavy hand and placing it atop his head.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Mio Perpetua.”

“Baby Damien has strong lungs,” The spectre of Papa Nihil interrupted the scene. “Just like his grandfather.”

“Dad, did you name my son Damien?”

“It’s a powerful name.” He smiled serenely like the unholy portrait of a martyred man would. “And he has a powerful cry. It knocked over the nurses.”

“Damien,” Sister blew over to him like a gust of wind. “I love it.”

“I knew you would,” his smile turned into a smirk and he offered his arm. “Want to go see the little devil?”

“Papa,” Sister merges her arm with his as they vanish into each other. “Are you talking about the baby or…”

“Satan, take me now,” their son shot up. “Could you two pleaaase get another room?”

They dissipated like a morning mist, leaving the two of you alone to receive the much awaited, much dreaded news:

Damien was fairing supernaturally well after a 24-week-old gestation period. He will not only survive, but thrive. However, the doctor wants to keep the both of you under observation for the next week.

It was the longest week of your lives, but all three of you survived. And getting to hold his son for the first time brought Papa V Perpetua to tears for the second time. And you whipped them away for him all over again.

Walking out of the hospital, the three of you were escorted by the ghouls. They hadn’t left your side since Damien came into the world, lurking in the halls, in a dark corner or around the premises. After all, your son drew the power that helped him survive a premature birth from the same infernal pit as them.

Welcoming you back at The Ministry was Mr and Mrs Psaltarian. And Frater Imperator, the head of the Clergy and your elusive and aloof brother-in-law.

“Sorella,” he smiled so wide you barely recognized him. He was trying his best, unlike he did at your wedding. He sent you more gifts than he had at the ceremony.

“You are glowing,” he kissed your hand.

“Thank you, Frater, for everything. And this glowing dress.”

“Whomever bought that for you had taste,” his smile was small, but it was sincere. And he spun you around to get a better look, and it seemed he only had eyes for you.

That was until his nephew threw the stuffed rat he gifted him directly at his smug face.

“Forgive him, fratello,” Papa cooed at Damien who was fussing in his baby stroller. “We don’t know our own strength yet.”

“I hear he’s got a devilish amount of strength,” Frater found where the toy had landed and returned to the baby’s tiny grabby hands. And the baby stopped fussing immediately, his big eyes focused on his uncle. “And devilish good looks.” And the little devil squeezed the rat tighter and squeed higher.

“It’s your Uncle C, baby,” you kneeled before the strolle, speaking softly to him.

When the squealing stopped, the giggling began. And those tiny grabby hands tried to get a grip of his uncle’s ghrucifix broach.

You and Papa stared at each other as your little bundle of joy was pulling at Frater’s jewelry with an unseen force.

“He has strength we didn’t even know of,” Papa proudly declared, watching his son tear off the decorations from his twin’s lapels.

“And he has good taste,” Frater concluded, confused at the attention he was receiving from the Son the Ministry has been preparing for since its inception. “He takes after his Uncle C.”

When you were finally settled in your new chambers, you both sank into the soft mattress. After a week of sleeping in a hospital bed, you were as excited as a little girl having a sleepover. Except that you had a little boy to put in his crib first.

“You are glowing,” Papa mirrors his twin, in awe at the scene before him.

You took off the dress by the time you were nursing the little devil, so he couldn’t have been referring to the gold accents. Your chest was exposed to him because you had no secrets to veil.

And neither did he.

With his son snugly swaddled for the night and his mask off, Papa’s face was nuzzled into your other teat.

“A few drops knocked out our little devil.” He kneaded your swollen sensitive flesh until the nipple weeped. And he licked the white tears away, making you sink back into your shared bed.

Your hand was in his head, your nail knocking themselves in his curls and combing them. Laying back into the pillows, your body melting into the mattress, you let him drain you.

It look a little more than a few drops, but your mother’s milk put an end to the insomnia. And you’d be resting for as long as Damien deemed it appropriate.

He really did have his saxophonist grandfather’s lungs.

[seros-girl]

lacrosse and cheer- hanta sero x f!reader

summary: in a quirkless AU, hanta sero and our dear reader find themselves in a fake relationship to ward off exes (toru hagakure & juzo honenuki). maybe they’ll fall in love?

authors note: okay this has been BREWING for the past couple of weeks and i’ve finalized the plot and everything. weekly updates, our lovely class 1A will be aged up to 3rd years, class 1B appreciation alright, reader is part of the dekusquad.

chapter 4: petty fights & confessions

OCTOBER

3 months have passed since you and hanta decided upon a secret fake relationship. it was ultimately killing the both of you. reciprocating real feelings for each other but the both of you dont do anything. you sat in class not listening to mr. yamada’s grammar lecture and honestly couldnt wait for lunch.

the bell chimed and you immediately pack up your stuff and head out of the classroom. you and hanta havent spoken in a few days and its because of you. he’s tried making an effort but you brush him off.

“hey y/n” you hear from behind you and turn around to see who it was. you look down and it was minoru. you roll your eyes and say a hi back beginning to walk off but he stops you. “you and hanta still a thing?” he asks creepily and you replied with a yes hoping he’ll leave you alone.

“a shame” he says and walks off. you spot itsuka, yosetsu, and tetsutetsu and immediately walk over to them. “hi” you say and they turn around to see you. “Y/N!” tetsutetsu yells out and pulls you into a bone crushing hug.

“hi tetsu” you giggle patting his arm gently signaling to him that you want to be put down. “right im sorry” he says putting you down. yosetsu pulls you into a hug and so does itsuka. “neito isnt around is he?” you ask cautiously still somewhat scared of neito. he’s always had it out for class a for some reason. “he went to go bother pony and sen” itsuka waves it off as she links her arm with yours and you start walking to the cafeteria together.

you grabbed lunch together and sat at a table. “so how are things with hanta sero” tetsutetsu says wiggling his eyebrows playfully. you smile and look down. “good” is all you answer. you all catch up on everything, laughing and goofing off. “hey guys” you hear a familiar voice say and you turn around to find juzo.

“hi juzo” you smile at him and he waves at you. “can i sit down?” he asks and the 4 of you agree and tell him to take a seat. he sat next to itsuka and you all get into a conversation once again. “someones glaring” yosetsu says and you look around the cafeteria.

your eyes meet hanta’s and he’s glaring at the table youre sitting at. he’s glaring at juzo honenuki. “well this was fun guys but i have to go” you mumble quietly getting up and picking up your tray. “i’ll see you guys around?” you say and they nodded their heads.

you quickly make your way over to hanta’s table and sit down next to him. “hi” you say and he’s still staring at juzo. you lightly slap his face to get his attention. “you jealous?” you ask playfully and he smirks shaking his head no.

“‘m not jealous” he says wrapping his arm around your waist. “stop staring then its creepy” you say pushing out your lip indicating you wanted a kiss. he gives you one and you smile at him. “wanna head to the library?” he asks you as he gets up to throw away both of your finished trays.

you nod and happily walk into step with him. you reached the library and he finds a nice quiet corner to sit and talk. “whats up with you the past couple of days?” he asks as you sit on the floor. you pick at your nails.

you honestly couldnt tell him you’ve fallen for him so hard. it wasnt apart of the agreement. you only shake your head. he sighs and only looks at you. “look” he starts and you look at him. “is all of this getting to you?” he asks softly and you shake your head no. “everything is fine hanta” you mutter out quietly and give him a small smile.

“no no everything is not fine y/n” he says trying to look into your eyes. “what did shoto do? or katsuki? or fuck tenya? i dont know who this mystery guy is for all i know it could be tetsutetsu what did the guy do? do i need to beat him-“ he starts rambling and you cut him off.

“shut up” you say and stare at him with tears in your eyes. “its none of them” you say wiping the already falling tears and get up. “maybe i dont know open your fucking eyes” you say harshly and grab your bag walking away and out of the library.

denki spots you and he immediately waves you down. “hey” he drags out smiling around you pulling you into a hug. he noticed that your eyes were filled with tears. hanta walks out of the library and denki catches on.

he puts his arm around you and gets you to walk with him. “im assuming it was hanta?” he asks and you nod. he gets the both of you as far as possible and he pulls away. “found out that piece of information” he says and you look up at him.

“well spit it out denks” you say rather harshly and wipe at your eyes. “katsuki does like you” he confirms and you groan. “so does shoto for some odd reason” you smack his arm and he lets out an ow.

“i didnt mean it that way i swear!” he exclaims and you only give him a look and start walking away. you spot juzo and immediately make your way over to him. “hi” you said making your presence known. he stops to turn and look at you.

“hi” he says slowing down so you can walk with him. “you okay?” he asks getting a better look at your face. you nod and wipe at the tears. “im okay” you mumbled and walked beside him. “slut” you hear and you turn to see who it came out from.

toru and tsuyu.

“you have a boyfriend and you hang out with your ex? slut behavior” toru laughed as tsuyu and mashirao stood with her laughing too. “its no wonder hanta was in my room last night. he couldn’t get enough of me even after being with you. are you not satisfying him?” toru went on and your face grew red.

hanta was in her room last night?

“hey cut it out” juzo pushed you behind him and toru only laughed at him. “aww protecting her?” she pouted and let out a giggle. as the intense conversation grew, students were expecting a fight to go down. a crowd had gathered as you hid behind juzo.

“listen here you slut” toru said as you looked up to make eye contact with her. “hanta told me he despises you” she seethes and steps closer. tsuyu moves closer to you tauntingly. “he hates the way you look at him” she said and you turned to look at her.

“okay guys cut the shit” juzo said covering you even more. “quit protecting her!” toru stomps and you move to leave not wanting to be apart of this. this was childish. fighting over a boy? you didnt notice it but tsuyu managed to creep up on you and jump you.

the commotion started as the crowd cheered on their favorites. denki was in the corner recording it as katsuki cheered you on. izuku, ochaco, and shoto stood and watched as they either screamed at you to get the both of them or for all of you to cut it out.

in a fit of rage you had managed to punch tsuyu in the face knocking her a couple of feet away from you. this wasnt her fight. it was yours and toru’s. a staff member hasnt been summoned yet but you knew there was little time before this was broken up.

mashirao and juzo were fighting as eijiro stood and recorded that fight. toru pushes you onto the floor and grabs your hair. you managed to grab her face and pinch it in your hold to get her off. she threw the first punch and her fist made contact with your cheekbone.

“you fucking bitch” she says as she lands another hit on you. “get the fuck away from hanta” when she says that you got the courage to push her off and get on top of her. you landed a punch on her face. right when you were going to land another one, you decided not to.

“the one who needs to back off is you” you breathe heavily as tears pricked your eyes. “stay the fuck away from him got it?” you ask her as you grab her haie forcing her to look at you. the crowd had gone silent as they watched. “whats going on here!” you heard mr. aizawa and you look behind you.

you saw coach toshinori and mr. yamada break off juzo and mashirao. you saw hanta was the one who went to go grab them. miss kayama and mr. aizawa separated the both of you. you looked at hanta and your grew red from anger.

“hanta, juzo, mashirao, toru, y/n, and tsuyu nezu’s office now!” mr. aizawa said sternly as he held onto toru’s arm holding her back. “the rest of you go back to the dorms now!” he yelled and started leading the way to principal nezu’s office.

you passed by hanta as mr. kan held onto him too. he looked at you with somber eyes. he looks down at the floor as the 7 of you were led away.

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principal nezu sighs as you all took a seat right in front of him. each of the staff members stood behind you. “anyone care to share?” nezu smiles at all of you. you sat in between juzo and hanta. you looked down at your lap and fiddled with your fingers.

“those are all nasty bruises starting to form on your faces” nezu said and only looked at you guys. “this has always been a nonviolent school” nezu started and you only listened. “i know some of you hold such impressive titles and scholarships you need for further education” he said and you felt insanely bad.

miss kayama stood behind you and she put her hands on your shoulders massaging them for you. she knew it wasnt your intention to fight. “i will have you know principal that y/n here is at fault for everything” toru said as she leaned forward in her seat.

“principal i was with her we were walking back to the dorms together she didnt start anything” juzo said as he backed you up and told nezu the truth. “you were with juzo?” hanta asked as he turned to look at you.

“oh we got much bigger things to talk about” you said to him and turned slightly away from him. “tsuyu jumped y/n first” juzo said and mashirao only groaned. “and then for some reason mashirao started fighting with me so i threw some punches here and there i wont lie” he said stating nothing but the truth.

“what started this all” mr. aizawa said sternly. he was mad at the fact that 6 of his students were facing harsh punishments. you looked at hanta. “toru called me a slut” you muttered out the room got quiet. no one said anything so you decided to continue.

“she called me that when she saw me with juzo. hanta is my boyfriend and i know juzo is my ex but i see him as nothing more than a friend. as i tried to get away tsuyu jumped me” you explained and hanta glared at toru.

“might i add that toru and hanta are exes too” you mumbled out and mr. yamada let out a whistle. “the cherry on top” mr. yamada said and mr. aizawa nudged him. “miss hagakure” nezu started and you all turned to look at her.

“here at UA we do not condone bullying and violence whatsoever. whatever hatred or disliking you have towards miss l/n here we ask that you have the option to switch with a student from class b if you wish that is and serve in school suspension or have you transfer to ketsubutsu. its your pick” principal nezu said and you all looked at each other.

she sat there with her eyes wide. “sir its not my fault” she started and miss kayama pulled her down to sit down in the chair. “if i can promise that it wont happen again can i stay in class a? i’ll serve in school suspension” toru said her voice wavering.

principal nezu sat thinking for a moment. “fine. the minute something starts up again it results in you transferring ms. hagakure” he says and toru leans back in seat. “as for the rest of you apart from hanta, you all have in school suspension” you all nodded your heads as you didnt mind leaving your dorm for 3 days.

“you are all dismissed” he waved you all off and you stood up. “figure out how to heal those wounds” mr. aizawa said and you all collectively agreed.

the walk back was silent. you walked next to juzo silently. no apologies were made as you all entered your proper dormitories. you bid juzo a farewell as you walked in. denki immediately comes to you with his phone in hand.

“you have to see this” he said jittering. you watched it and you couldnt help but laugh at it. “send it to me” you said before saying your goodbyes and going up to your dorm. you walked in and plopped on your bed.

you let out a sigh as you go to remove your school shirt. you pulled it off and threw it into the dirty hamper when your door opened and closed quietly. you turn around in shock and see hanta. you cover your covered breasts as they were sort of see through due to the choice of bra.

“what do you want hanta” you say angrily moving around your dorm room to change into comfortable clothes. “what the fuck were you doing with juzo?” he asks not moving from his spot. “walking thats all!” you exclaim throwing your hands in the air.

“this is all fucking fake why do you care so much?” you ask him and he doesnt answer. “my turn” you said and he looks at you. “what the fuck were you doing in toru’s room last night?” you say your voice wavering as tears threatened your eyes.

he opened his mouth but nothing came out. you stare at him waiting for him to answer. “i told her to stop messing with this” he mumbles quietly gesturing to the both of you. “fuck” he says voice shaky. you can tell he doesnt have the words to express how he is feeling right now.

you stare at the floor. you dont even care that youre only standing in your bra and skirt right now. hanta moves quickly and kisses you. he pulls away and stares at your face. you pull him down to kiss him and he immediately presses your lips together.

“wait” he pulls away and looks down at the floor. “what?” you ask smiling. he swiftly moves to lock the door and moves towards you. “fuck i’ve fallen for you so hard” he says as he presses his lips against yours. you kiss back eagerly as you felt a rush of emotions.

you were horny, happy, and felt ecstatic. hanta sero admitted it. he pulls away and looks down at you. “we should take this slow though” he says and you nodded. “youre absolutely right” you say and smile up at him.

“i’ll give you the proper girlfriend proposal” he smiles at you and you smile back. “this is still under “fake terms” until i ask you properly” he says and you nod. “goodnight y/n” he says leaning down to kiss your head. “goodnight hanta” you smile and before he leaves you say. “so the feeling is mutual i’ll fallen so hard for you too” he smirks at that and waves a small bye walking down the hall to his own dorm.

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“he’s basically in love with me juzo” you giggle as you both walk to your respective sports practices. juzo nodded while slightly laughing due to your reaction. he thought it was cute. “gonna put those rubbers to use then? your mom was right” he smirks looking at you and you punch his arm.

“were taking it slow” you mumbled and he nods his head. “its the best approach yea” he agrees and you both reach the football field. “whats on the schedule for you guys?” he asks and you groan. “theyre gonna hate me” you wince and he looks down at you.

“laps around the track” you weakly smiled and he only laughed. “what we have our trainer here” you said and pointed to tenya. “goodluck with that” he says patting your shoulder and bidding you a goodbye. “so i hear were doing laps around the track” tenya says excitedly as you reached his side.

“yea i was thinking around 6? these girls need to build up their endurance” you said looking up at him. "very well then" he said walking over to your cheerleaders you trailing behind him. "aren't you like in trouble or something" a first year spoke up and you shrugged.

"not banned from my own practices" you smirk as you told them that you guys would be running today. the girls groaned and tenya could only smile at them. "6 laps around the track ladies try and keep up" he said as he set his watch up.

you all started running and your girls were desperately behind as you ochaco, and mina set a pace with tenya. by lap 4 you could hear the girls start to complain. "you need two more lets go" you yelled purposefully slowing down to encourge them to keep running. hanta walks into the track and leans against it watching you.

"ugh your little boyfriend is here" a second year complained as she kept running. you finished the rest of the laps and dismissed practice. "bye mina!" you said waving bye to her as her and eijiro met up. "hey" you said smirking up at hanta. he leans down to kiss you and you giggle into the kiss.

"lets get you back troublemaker" he jokes taking your hand and leading you to the dormitories. “shut up” you say giggling. you made it to your dorm and you threw your cheer bag on the floor.

you peeled off the fitted tank top you had on. you tossed it in the dirty hamper as you moved around your room. “whatcha staring at hanta?” you said not looking up from what you were doing. “you duh” he said and you smiled.

he walks up behind you and places his strong hands on your waist. he leans his head on your shoulder and looks down as you text your mom. he chuckles at the message you sent. “smile” you said lifting up your phone to snap a picture.

you didnt look at it before you hit send. you were in only a sports bra and hanta had taken off his shirt as well. your phone rings and its a facetime call with your mom.

you answer it confused. “ARE YOU USING THE RUBBERS?” was the first thing she said. “oh my gosh mom no it isnt what it looks like!” you exclaimed moving around your room as hanta laid on your bed. “well just be safe” she warns with a wink and you only laugh.

“well mom i have to go i have homework to do” you said tossing yourself next to hanta. “yea i know what type of homework” your mom mumbles and hanta chuckles at that. “bye honey i love you!” she says blowing a kiss into the camera.

“bye mom love you too” you said doing one back and she hangs up. hanta moves to hover over you immediately and you giggle. he leans down to kiss you and your hands immediately move to grip onto his biceps. he pulls away and smiles at you.

you stare at him as a wild thought pops up into your mind. “you wanna put a rubber to use?” you ask and you immediately go red. you cover your face with your hands. “forget i said that” you mumble and he laughs. he pulls your hands away from your face and smiles. his answer was one you werent expecting.

“yea lets put a rubber to use”

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