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So, I like Horror Sans, and being a nerd, I've been thinking about him a lot during my recovery with brain damage. A lot of people treat his wounds like brain damage, giving him memory problems, chronic headaches/migraines, speaking difficulties, fugue states, just issues collecting his thoughts. All understandable and reasonable symptoms, but there's something about just what truly horrific, completely life altering, brain damage to such an extent can do to a person that hasn't been explored very much. Yes, he doesnât technically have a brain, but considering someone with head trauma like him would be in a comatose like start for weeks to a month, we can choke up him taking that hit like he did and being able to walk and talk to that. Plus, we can take inspiration from real injury and science and have wiggle room for it to not be 100% accurate. Anyway-
This is Phineas Gage.
It is one of the earliest extreme cases of brain damage where the patient survived while psychology as a scientific practice was getting on it's feet. If you've taken a psychology class, you've heard of him. He was a railroad worker foreman who had a rod blown through his skull in an accident, destroy most of his frontal lobe.
If you donât know what the frontal lobe is it's where your ability to reason and make decisions, the ability to control your muscles voluntarily, and your ability to process knew information and recall old information. It's well known for being the part of your brain that inputs logic, the part gives you the ability to remember what happened last time you picked a fight with someone, so instead you choose to walk away despite how much your want to punch them for being a prick.
As I stated before, this man was a foreman, well known for keeping a level head, being responsible, and hard working. After the injury, that completely changed. Everyone agreed he was barely recognizable as himself. He was impulsive, prone to extreme mood swings, impatient, making massive plans only to almost immediately abandon them, and generally seemed to have no control over his desires or ability to distinguish between a want or a need.
Now, let's look at Horror.
I'd say it's safe to say his frontal lobe but also part of his parietal lobe would be utterly fucked. Your parietal lobe controls your ability to process sensory information (mostly touch) and to understand not only where you and your body is, but to process the world around you. You see a massive enough tent, some clowns running around, the right music, and your parietal lobe is what does the work to label that as a circus.
To have these two structures damaged, or the closest equivalent in a monster, would radically alter Sans' personality, his ability to move, his understanding of the context around him, and connect with others.
He'd become rather self centered on his own desires and beliefs, struggling to even have the patients let alone the want to give other people the time of day. His actions would be impulsive, made on his emotions in the present moment and with little concerns other than the immediate consequences. He'd be prone to loud outbursts, not just rage, but any other emotions like sadness or glee with little ability to realize how he's acting may be overblown or inappropriate. Not only could his ability to put his thoughts into words be a struggle, but his ability to say those words could be affected as well. He'd be very present focused, with pass relations or responsibility mattering little as he keeps marching to the beat of his own drum.
That is, if he could march. He'd not only struggle to know where his limbs are or what he's touching, but his sense of balance would be awful. He'd likely have a constant wobble, having to go slowly and potentially hold onto or lean on things if he wanted to move quickly. God forbid how much he'd bump into furniture or trip and struggle actually grab onto something to catch himself. It's entirely possible he'd have difficulty reading and writing or confusing his left and right regularly. He'd need more time to process a situation and could very easily misidentify what's actually going on could likely lead to him acting even more unpredictable as the world around him is so much more dangerous and he's struggling to fully understand what everyone is doing and trying to keep two steps ahead of everyone around him.
But here's the thing. The brain is also incredibly adaptable in ways your wouldn't believe. Phineas Gage slowly recovered over time. He died twelve years after the incident from epilepsy but over time he slowly regaining his social skills and general functionality. He picked up a job as a stage coach four years after the indecent even. He was never quite the same person he was before, but he wasn't doomed to be what he first was after the indecent.
Imagine what this kind of thing could mean for Sans. Not only would the betrayal cut deep enough and the world falling apart put him through trauma that would shred the soul, but people he trust literally damaged his ability to think logically and control his impulses. Of course he's going to lash out, focus on doing anything he can to survive with little respect for what anyone else thinks. Even forcing his brother to do things and refusing to listen to him unless given no other option. All while he thinks the biggest problems after the indecent is how much his head hurts, how his memory is shot, that it's harder or even down right painful to think, and how he's struggling to cling to his independence while never having the patience or resources to give himself the ability to heal. He doesn't even realize how much he's changed. If you point it out Sans would likely get defensive and aggressive, or brush it off as everyone underground being awful people out to eat each other alive.
But then he gets out to the surface. He gets stable food, a safe place to live. His brother is recovering and as the years pass his mind can finally start pulling itself together and healing, finally. Sans begins to regain his ability to think critically on his own actions and others, his emotional outburst and vindictive behavior start to wind down and fade. He's able to think and start sifting through all the shit he remembers.
The guilt of what he did, the people he hurt for no reason other than pettiness. The stupid decisions he made that hurt himself and/or Papyrus in the long run. All the hindsight he has now. Imagine how much he would bury those memories and thoughts. Justifying everything he could and insisting he had reasons, or that it's just how it was and that everyone was as awful and cruel he was. Or just accepting that what Undyne had done to him and the famine after had ruined him, broken and rotted all the good he had and left him vile and malicious. That he'll never have a chance to truly be who he was before.
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feeling sick constantly in the background all the time is like.. usually negligible-ish.. until multiple various chronic background issues all happen to overlap at once and then itâs likeÂ
#Like usually I cycle between like. joint pain issues. chest muscle injury stuff. back pain. stomach problems. headaches. etc.#There is never a day that I feel totally normal for the most part. but it's usually just little things here and there on and off#chronic things that seem to flare up sometimes. But then every once in a while it's like the flare ups align and I'll have 6 of the problems#at the same time and then is AaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#For some reason it's okay to deal with one or two of these things at any given time. but if I have to deal with like 3+ at once#or two of the old ones plus one NEW thing I've never had before or etc. etc.#I just can't even do anything. I run around stressed out of my mind unable to focus on any tasks or do anything but feel bad#then I cant even play games or do fun stuff becuause my brain wont let me be distracted from fixating on the fact that I feel bad#It's kind of the same way that it's stressful for me to go into grocery stores because my brain LITERALLY just is not capable of tuning out#all of the noises and lights and sensory information - so it' gets overwhelming quickly. I also just literally cannot tune out sensory infor#mation from my body. so if something feels even a LITTLE weird or a LITTLE painful or is even slightly different than usual#especially if it's overlapping with multiple other 'low level chronic pain' type things then my brain is just like.. being given way too muc#h information that it still cant tune out and then I can't focus and just walk around in a daze for however long until one of the issues#goes away on it's own (like joint pain flare ups usually come and go etc. etc.). or until I see a doctor abut whatever the new thing is#and maybe something they do or say actually helps or etc. etc.#Idk I have SO SO much I want to do the beginning of the year and so many projects to finish and things to post and schedules I have#written out for me to get on (like excercising more consistently and etc.) and it's just furstrating for my brain to just be like#ah.. nope.. we are not doing that. instead we are going to be completely incapacitated by a host of physical issues#which I think most ''normal people'' would just ignore like ''oh yeah I'll just load myself up on ibuprophen and coffee and energy#drinks and advil and sleep supplements and this and that'' or whatever but I can't do that it just makes stuff worse. I have to just sit for#days having a mind battle like 'okay yes we're having these problems.. but we can still like.. do SOMETHING right? we could like.. write#or draw. or things that don't take much energy'' and brain is just like NO!!! WE CANT!!! BECAUSE!! THING IS WEIRD!!!' and it's like okay#but thing is going to be weird. there's nothing we can do about thing being weird right now. so we should just focus on something else#'NO!! CANNOT TUNE OUT THING BEING WEIRD!! lets just fixate on it instead and wander aimlessly from thing to thing never able#to fully focus on any other task. hee hee''. anyway. hhghh.. sometimes I just get tired of having Various Ailments at any given time#especially unexplained ones or weird recurring problems that doctors haven't done much about because then it lends to paranoia like#'what if something is seriously wrong but I just dont know it yet?' which could be the case. I mean hopefully not. but I just hate stuff#being unexplained. because if there's no clear answer then the answer could be anything. even somehting bad. *** :V#ANYWAY gghhb... just bothered at the moment. I was going to come here like 'hey maybe I could post some drafts or pictures or something that#could feel productive!' but.. i dont feel like it. i dont care. too focused on Bad Feeling. just going to complain instead lol
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i need to relearn how to socialise in the rpc... i feel like i don't know how and then i just sit and watch everyone having fun together, without participating
#( ooc ) mobile.#i really thought of deleting all my blogs on a whim#but i think that was just my brain wanting to run from the problem instead of facing it#it helped writing a small starter for hucks#i think i'm so stuck in wanting to be 'quality' enough for people#always worrying if i'm repeating my words too much#if actions sound weird#if the dialogue is obviously out of character for my muse#i don't feel like i remember how to be an rper besides doing the odd thread here and there#but like the dash games and stuff#writing crack...#i dunno#i'm ranting in the tags instead of trying to fall asleep lol :')#if anyone is even reading these tags well done you#and thank you for taking your time to read my overthinking#â€ïž#i will try to sleep now#also definitely overthinking all of this#it's what i do best
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SIMS ANATOMY - JAKE SIM
SYNOPSIS: you, a top cardiac surgeon, find yourself increasingly frustrated by the distraction over the hospitalâs 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, Jakeâs 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 (donât), 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. Youâve 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 typeâcharming, overconfident, used to turning heads wherever he goes. Youâve seen it a hundred times. Itâs frustrating to think that professional women, who youâve 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 heâs a genius in the OR," someone says. "Apparently, heâs 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. Itâs not that you begrudge the nurses their moment of levityâbeing 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. Youâve 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. Thereâs still a lot to do, and you donât have time to dwell on some pretty boy neurosurgeon. If heâs really as good as they say, youâll see for yourself soon enough. And if not, well, youâve 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.
âOlivia,â you calls out, her voice cutting through the silence. âWhere is everyone?â
Olivia looks up, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes. âTheyâre at lunch,â she replies a little too quickly, her tone unconvincing.
you narrows her eyes, knowing Olivia well enough to sense when sheâs not telling the full truth. âOlivia...â you say in a stern voice, crossing your arms.
Olivia shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. âOkay, fine,â she sighs, her shoulders slumping. âTheyâre in OR 2âs gallery.â
Confusion flickers across your face. âWhy would they be in the gallery?â you ask, your irritation growing.
âDr. Sim is clipping an aneurysm,â Olivia admits, unable to meet your eyes.
Thatâs 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. Jakeâs 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.
âWhat is going on here?â you demand, voice slicing through the murmurs. The nurses jump, turning to face you with wide eyes. âWhy are you all here instead of attending to your patients?â
One of the nurses, Carla, steps forward, stammering. âWe... we just wanted to see Dr. Simâs technique. Itâs supposed to be groundbreaking.â
your glare is icy. âI donât care how groundbreaking it is. Your patients come first. Get back to your stations, now.â
The nurses scurry out, their heads bowed in embarrassment. you watch them go, your anger simmering. Jakeâs impressive skills might have captivated your team, but to you, he was nothing more than a distraction. you couldnât 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 eyesâcuriosity, 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. Heâs engrossed in conversation with another surgeon, but as you approach, he looks up and meets your gaze.
âYou must be Dr. Sim,â you say, your voice firm.
Jake smiles, wiping his hands with a towel. âDr. Y/L/N, Iâve heard a lot about you.â
âI could say the same about you,â you reply, not missing a beat. âSeeing as youâre the reason my nurses are disappearing during their shifts to watch this so-called groundbreaking technique of yours.â
His smile falters slightly, and he raises an eyebrow. âI didnât realize my surgeries were causing any issues. Iâm sorry if theyâve been a distraction.â
âThey have,â you state bluntly, crossing your arms. âMy teamâs focus should be on their patients, not on observing other procedures or a certain brain surgeon, no matter how impressive they might be.â
Jakeâs lips curl into a playful grin. âOh, so you think Iâm impressive?â
You feel a flush of annoyance, typical behavior for a neurosurgeon, always so full of themselves. âI didnât say that.â
âBut you implied it,â he teases, taking a step closer. âIâll take it as a compliment.â
You narrow your eyes, trying to maintain your stern demeanor. âMy team doesnât have time for distractions, Dr. Sim.â
âFair enough,â he replies, his tone still light but his expression more serious. âI understand, and Iâll make sure to address it with the staff. I didnât mean to disrupt the unit.â
You study him for a moment, gauging his sincerity. Despite your irritation, thereâs something about his demeanor that disarms you slightly. You canât 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.
âGood,â you say, your tone softening just a touch. âI appreciate that.â
Jake smiles again, this time a bit more warmly. âAnd if itâs any consolation, your reputation as a top cardiac surgeon is well-deserved. I look forward to working alongside you.â
âLikewise,â you reply, giving him a curt nod before turning to leave. As you walk away, you canât shake the mixture of irritation and intrigue. Jake Sim might be causing headaches for your unit, but thereâs 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 hospitalâs 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.
âDr. Y/L/N,â Jake calls out, his voice carrying that unmistakable Australian lilt. âFancy seeing you here.â
You look up, and there he is, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âDr. Sim,â you acknowledge with a nod, trying to keep your tone neutral. âWhat can I do for you?â
âJust thought Iâd say hello,â he replies, pushing off the wall and sauntering over to you. âAnd maybe ask how youâre doing.â
âIâm fine, thank you,â you respond, keeping your eyes on your tablet.
âBusy as usual, I see,â he notes, glancing at the screen. âYou ever take a break?â
âBreaks are for people who donât have critical patients to tend to,â you reply, not looking up.
He chuckles, the sound warm and annoyingly pleasant. âYou know, thereâs more to life than work. Maybe you need someone to remind you of that.â
You finally look up, raising an eyebrow. âAnd I suppose you think youâre that someone?â
âCould be,â he says with a confident grin. âI mean, who better to show you the lighter side of things?â
You roll your eyes, but a small smile tugs at your lips. âYouâre quite sure of yourself, arenât you?â
âConfidence is a necessity in our line of work,â he says, his eyes locking onto yours. âBut Iâve heard it helps in other areas too.â
âOh really? Like what?â you ask, despite yourself.
He leans in a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. âLike convincing brilliant surgeons to step out of their comfort zones once in a while.â
You scoff lightly, shaking your head. âI donât need convincing, Dr. Sim. I have my priorities straight.â
âOf course you do,â he replies smoothly. âBut even the best of us need a break sometimes. Donât worry, Iâm not asking you out. Just offering a bit of friendly advice.â
You look at him, trying to figure out if heâs serious. âFriendly advice, huh?â
âAbsolutely,â he says with a wink. âThink of it as a, professional courtesy.â
You canât help but laugh, despite your best efforts to stay stern. âYouâre something else, you know that?â
âI get that a lot,â he says, flashing that infuriatingly charming smile. âAnyway, Iâll 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.â
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.
âDr. Y/L/N,â he greets, stepping aside to make room for you. âHeading home too?â
âDr. Sim,â you reply, stepping in and pressing the button for the ground floor. âLooks like it.â
The doors close, and the elevator begins its descent. The enclosed space suddenly feels a bit smaller with the two of you in it.
âLong day?â he asks, glancing over at you.
âYou could say that,â you respond, leaning back against the wall. âYou?â
âSame here,â he says, a hint of fatigue creeping into his voice. âBut itâs all part of the job, right?â
You nod, a brief silence settling between you. Itâs not uncomfortable, but thereâs an unspoken tension, a mix of mutual respect and something else you canât quite put your finger on.
âSo,â Jake breaks the silence, a teasing note in his voice. âAny plans for the evening? Or are you one of those surgeons who lives and breathes work even at home?â
You raise an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. âAnd what about you? Do you have a life outside the hospital, Dr. Sim?â
He laughs softly, the sound warm and genuine. âI try to, when Iâm not dealing with brain surgery. But Iâll admit, itâs a challenge. The job can be all-consuming.â
âTell me about it,â you agree, your tone more relaxed now. âSometimes it feels like thereâs no room for anything else.â
âMaybe thatâs why itâs important to find some balance,â he says, his voice sincere. âEven if itâs just little moments here and there.â
You look at him, considering his words. Thereâs more to Jake than the cocky, flirtatious persona he often projects. âI suppose youâre right.â
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.
âNeed a ride?â Jake offers, his tone casual but thereâs a glint of genuine concern in his eyes. âItâs pretty late.â
âIâm good, thanks,â you reply, appreciating the offer but not ready to blur those professional lines just yet. âBut Iâll see you tomorrow.â
âCount on it,â he says with a wink. âHave a good night, Dr. Y/L/N.â
âYou too, Dr. Sim,â you respond, turning to head towards your car.
As you walk away, you canât help but feel a strange mix of irritation and curiosity. Jake Sim might be a distraction, but thereâs no denying that heâs also starting to become a presence you canât quite ignore. And maybe, just maybe, thatâs not entirely a bad thing.
The next day, you find yourself scrubbing in for a complex procedure. Todayâs 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.
âLooks like weâre working together today,â he says, his tone a mix of professionalism and that signature playful edge.
You glance over, meeting his eyes. âSeems like it. Ready for this?â
âAlways,â he replies, his confident smile never wavering. âIâve been looking forward to this case. Itâs not every day we get to tackle something this intricate together.â
You nod, appreciating his enthusiasm despite your initial reservations about him. âAgreed. The patientâs condition is precarious. We need to be perfectly in sync.â
Jake gives you a serious nod, his demeanor shifting. âAbsolutely. Letâs make sure we give them the best outcome possible.â
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.
âReady to start?â you ask, your voice steady and focused.
âReady,â 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 patientâs heart. Jake mirrors your concentration, his focus unbroken as he tackles the aneurysm with equal skill.
âForceps,â you request, your voice calm and controlled.
âHere,â the scrub nurse says, passing the instrument with a fluid motion. âHowâs the heart looking?â jake asks
âStable,â you reply, glancing up briefly to meet his eyes. âHow about the aneurysm?â
âItâs going well,â he answers, his tone steady. âWeâre almost there.â
As the surgery progresses, you find yourselves falling into a natural rhythm, your movements synchronized in a way that surprises you. Thereâs a subtle, unspoken understanding between you, each anticipating the otherâs needs and adjustments.
âNice work on that bypass,â Jake comments, his tone genuinely appreciative.
âThanks,â you reply, a small smile forming behind your mask. âYour precision with the aneurysm is impressive.â
âComing from you, that means a lot,â 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 patientâs vitals stabilize, you both step back, a sense of accomplishment settling over you.
âGreat job, everyone,â 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. âWe make a good team, Dr. Y/L/N.â
You nod, feeling a surprising sense of camaraderie. âWe do, Dr. Sim. Letâs hope the patient has a smooth recovery.â
As you step out of the OR and begin the process of de-scrubbing, you canât help but reflect on the dayâs events. Working alongside Jake, seeing his skill and dedication firsthand, has shifted your perspective. Heâs still cocky, still flirty, but thereâs depth and talent beneath that exterior.
âDrinks tonight to celebrate?â Jake asks, a teasing glint in his eye as you both head towards the locker rooms.
You laugh, shaking your head. âMaybe another time, Dr. Sim. But good work today.â
âThanks, Y/N,â he says, dropping the formalities for a moment. âSeriously, it was an honor working with you.â
âThe feelingâs mutual,â 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 hospitalâs small cafĂ©, waiting for Jake. The early hour means the space is quiet, with only a few other staff members milling about. When Jake arrives, heâs carrying two steaming cups of coffee, a smile on his face.
âGood morning,â he greets, handing you a cup. âThought Iâd get us a head start.â
âThanks,â you say, accepting the coffee and taking a sip. âSo, whatâs on your mind, Dr. Sim?â
âJust enjoying the company,â he replies, sitting down across from you. âAnd maybe getting to know the person behind the scalpel a little better.â
You chuckle, feeling a bit more at ease. âAlright, what do you want to know?â
âLetâs start simple,â he says, leaning forward slightly. âWhat do you do when youâre not saving lives?â
You think for a moment, realizing how rare it is for you to talk about anything other than work. âI like to read, mostly. And sometimes I go for a run. It helps clear my head.â
âSounds nice,â he says, nodding. âIâm more of a swimmer myself. Itâs the one thing that keeps me sane outside the OR.â
âSwimming, huh?â you ask, surprised. âI wouldnât have pegged you for a swimmer.â
âThereâs a lot you donât know about me, Y/N,â he says, his tone teasing but with a hint of seriousness.
âMaybe,â you admit, feeling a strange curiosity about him. âBut Iâm starting to think Iâd like to find out.â
The conversation flows easily, and you find yourself genuinely enjoying the time with Jake. As you talk, you see different sides of himâhis passion for his work, his dedication to his patients, and even a vulnerable side that he rarely shows.
When itâs time to head back to your respective departments, you feel a sense of connection that wasnât there before. Maybe Jake Sim is more than just a distraction. Maybe heâs someone worth getting to know.
As you part ways, he gives you a warm smile. âSame time tomorrow?â
âSame time,â 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 hadnât anticipated.
Weeks pass, and the connection between you grows stronger. One evening, after another successful surgery, Jake catches up to you in the hallway.
âHey,â he says, slightly out of breath. âDo you have a minute?â
âSure,â you reply, curious.
âI was thinking,â he starts, looking a bit nervous for the first time. âWeâve been spending a lot of time together, and Iâve really enjoyed getting to know you. Iâd like to take you out for dinner. No work, just us.â
You feel a flutter of surprise and anticipation. âDinner?â
âYeah,â he says, smiling. âWhat do you say?â
You consider for a moment, then nod. âAlright, Jake. Dinner sounds good.â
As he walks away, you canât help but smile.
The evening of your date arrives, and youâre both excited and a bit nervous. Youâve chosen a smart but casual outfit, and after a final check in the mirror, youâre 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.
âDr. Y/L/N,â he says with a grin. âYou look pretty.â
âThank you, Dr. Sim,â you reply with a smile, feeling a bit flustered. âYou look pretty sharp yourself.â
He gestures to the car parked behind him. âShall we?â
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.
âSo, are you ready for an evening of fine dining and even finer conversation?â he asks, his tone light and teasing.
âIâm definitely looking forward to it,â 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.
âThis place looks lovely,â you say as you take your seat, admiring the ambiance.
âIâm glad you like it,â Jake replies, settling into his chair across from you. âI thought it would be a nice spot for our first dinner out.â
The evening progresses with delightful conversation and delicious food. Jake is attentive and charming, making sure youâre 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, âWhatâs something youâve always wanted to do but havenât had the chance to yet?â
You think for a moment, considering the question. âIâve 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.â
âThat sounds like a great idea,â Jake says, nodding. âMaybe we could take a class together sometime. Iâve always wanted to learn how to cook Italian cuisine.â
You smile at the thought. âThat could be fun. Iâd be up for that.â
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 heâs made for his career.
âItâs not always easy being so far away from my family,â Jake admits. âI miss them a lot, especially during the holidays.â
âI can imagine,â you say sympathetically. âMy family is close by, and we have our own share of drama, but Iâm grateful for their support.â
Jake nods, appreciating your understanding. âFamily can be complicated, but itâs important to have that support system.â
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. âItâs my treat tonight,â he says with a smile. âConsider it a small thank you for a wonderful evening.â
âThank you, Jake,â you reply, feeling touched by his gesture. âI really appreciate it.â
. 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.
âI had a great time tonight,â he says softly. âI hope you did too.â
âI did,â you reply with a smile. âThank you for such a lovely evening.â
you hesitate for a moment, then look at jake with a warm smile. âWould you like to come up? Maybe just hang out and talk some more?â
he considers the offer, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. âThat sounds nice. Iâd love to.â
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. âYou know, Iâve had my fair share of relationships that didnât work out. One of the biggest challenges was balancing the demands of work and personal life. Itâs not easy to find someone who understands the hours and the emotional toll.â
âI get that,â you say sympathetically. âItâs hard to maintain a relationship when your job takes up so much of your time and energy. My last relationship ended for similar reasons.â
Jake looks at you with genuine curiosity. âWhat happened?â
You take a deep breath, reflecting on your past. âWe were together for a few years, and it started out great. But as time went on, he couldnât handle the unpredictability of my schedule and the stress of my job. We drifted apart, and eventually, we just grew in different directions.â
âIâm sorry to hear that,â Jake says softly. âItâs never easy to end a relationship, especially when itâs someone you care about.â
âThanks,â you reply. âItâs part of life, I guess. We both moved on and found our own paths.â
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. âyouâre so fucking beautifulâ 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. âbeen thinking about this since the first day I saw youâ
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. âw-ant youâ He reached for your panties, ârelax baby I got youâ, 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, âshit baby, youâre so wet fâme, such a pretty pussyâ 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. âfuck, jake feels so fucking good donât stopâ he hums in response, the vibration going straight to your core.
heâs 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. âfuck iâm c-cumingâ your orgasm rapidly approaching. âyeah baby cum on my tongue, fuck canât get enough of you, you taste so sweetâ. 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 wasnât remarkably long, he definitely made up for it in girth. You reached out and wrapped your hand around it, stroking it gently. âah shit babyâ you could feel him growing harder in your hand, your excitement noticable.
he pushed you down onto the couch, climbing on top of you. âcondom?â he asked, stopping in his tracks before he gets too ahead of himself. âitâs fine, just put it inâ 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, âfuck, are you sure?â, âyeah, mâon the pill, just fuck me already pleaseâ 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. âso fucking tight, pretty, youâre squeezing me so good. pussy was made for my cock mhm?â you canât even find the words to reply, the pleasure all too much to even think straight.
âfeels so good jakeâ 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. âs-so close, faster baby, want your cum inside meâ you donât have to tell him twice, his hips snapping into a pace that has you seeing stars.
âcum for me baby, cum on my cockâ his hand reaches between you to rub your clit in quick circles, sending you over the edge âfuck! iâm cumming!â 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. âthat was amazingâ you turn your head to look at him, his eyes closed from pure euphoria he just experienced. âamazing is an understatement. it was fan fucking tasticâ 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. âi had a good time tonightâ you canât help the smile that grows on your face âme tooâ
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. âway to ruin the momentâ he says getting up to check the pager âI gotta go, iâll see you at work?â you smile at him nodding. he quickly gets dressed and presses a quick peck to your lips âget some restâ he tells you before rushing out the door to make his way to the hospital.
you canât help but be a little disappointed. The obligation of your job was one of the many reasons you didnât date, simply because it didnât 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 nursesâ station, discussing a case with a colleague. He looks up and catches your eye, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. Thereâs a new glint in his eyes that wasnât there before, a mixture of warmth and mischief.
âGood morning, Dr. Y/L/N,â Jake calls out, his tone playful and a bit louder than necessary, drawing the attention of nearby staff. âDid you sleep well?â
You feel a blush rising but manage to keep your composure. âGood morning, Dr. Sim. I did, thank you. And you?â
âdidnât sleep much, had a lot on my mind,â he replies, his grin widening as he walks over to you. âMust be the excellent company I had last night.â
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. âI was hoping we might catch up over lunch. Iâve been craving some more of those conversations we had.â
You raise an eyebrow, fighting the smile thatâs threatening to break through. âIs that so? Well, Iâll have to check my schedule.â
Jake chuckles, leaning in slightly. âYou do that. In the meantime, if you need anything at all, you know where to find me.â His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, âOr maybe I should say, you know where to call me.â
You canât help but laugh softly, shaking your head at his audacity. âIâll keep that in mind, Dr. Sim.â
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 nightâs intimacy has only fueled his interest.
In the break room, youâre pouring a cup of coffee when Jake slips in beside you. âwe meet again,â he says, his tone light. âI was just thinking about how good you look in scrubs.â
You roll your eyes but smile, feeling a flutter of excitement. âReally? Iâm sure you say that to all the doctors.â
âOnly the ones who make a lasting impression,â he replies smoothly, his eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.
Later, while reviewing patient charts at your desk, you receive a text from Jake. Itâs a picture of a heart drawn on a napkin, with a message: âCouldnât help but think of you during rounds.â
You canât stop the grin that spreads across your face. Itâs clear that Jakeâs flirting isnât just a passing fancy; thereâs 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, Jakeâs flirtatious comments become a highlight of your day.
One afternoon, youâre 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.
âHey, beautiful. Busy?â he asks, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.
âAlways,â you reply, trying to keep your tone light despite the turmoil in your chest.
Jake walks over, his presence commanding your attention. âYou look like you could use a break. How about a coffee?â
You glance at the clock, knowing you have a few minutes to spare. âSure, why not?â
As you walk to the âcoffee shopâ 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 canât help but feel the thrill of anticipation. The moment the door closes behind you, Jakeâs hands are on your waist, pulling you close. His lips find yours in a kiss thatâs both urgent and tender, a mix of passion and familiarity that leaves you breathless.
âYouâve been on my mind all day,â he murmurs against your lips, his hands roaming over your back.
âyou pulled me away for this?â you let out a slight chuckle. âmhm want you so badâ his lips move down to your neck âjake weâre at work.â
your eyes shut closed, enjoying the feeling of his soft, plump lips on that sweet spot behind you ear that he always found instantly. âdoors locked, no oneâs coming in hereâ he mutters out.
you give in, your hands immediately going to his pants and undoing the tie on his scrub bottoms. âwell in that case, I wanna suck your cockâ 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, youâre sitting in your apartment, staring blankly at the schedule in front of you. Your mind keeps drifting back to Jakeâthe 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: youâre falling for him. Hard.
It terrifies you.
Youâve 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 youâre 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. Itâs not fair to him or to yourself to continue something you canât fully sustain. With a heavy heart, you decide itâs best to end things, believing that stepping back is the only way to preserve the little balance in your life.
The next day, youâre 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.
âHey, what are you up to?ïżœïżœïżœ he asks, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.
âjust charting, the usual,â you reply, trying to keep your tone light despite the turmoil in your chest.
Jake walks over, his presence commanding your attention. âYou wanna step away for a bit and grab lunch with me?â
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. âActually, I have a lot to catch up on. Maybe another time.â
Jakeâs brow furrows, a flicker of concern in his eyes. âEverything okay?â
You force a smile, trying to keep your emotions in check. âYeah, just a bit overwhelmed with work.â
He doesnât 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. Itâs not easy, and you can see the confusion and hurt in his eyes every time you brush him off.
One evening, youâre leaving the hospital when you run into Jake in the parking lot. Heâs leaning against his car, arms crossed, his expression serious.
âY/N, can we talk?â he asks, his voice a mix of frustration and concern.
You nod, knowing you canât avoid this conversation forever. âSure.â
He takes a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. âWhatâs going on? Youâve been avoiding me, and I donât understand why. Did I do something wrong?â
You shake your head, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you. âNo, Jake, you didnât do anything wrong. Itâs just⊠Iâve been thinking a lot about us. About what weâre doing.â
Jakeâs expression softens, and he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. âTalk to me, Y/N. Whatâs going on?â
You shift uncomfortably, feeling the weight of your decision pressing down on you. âIâve realized that I canât keep up with a relationship right now. Our jobs are so demanding, and Iâm constantly running on empty. I donât think I can give you the attention and commitment you deserve.â
Jakeâs expression shifts from confusion to hurt. âY/N, I thought we were making this work. Why now? What changed?â
You struggle to keep your voice steady, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. âItâs not about you. Itâs about me and my inability to balance everything. Iâve been trying to make it work, but I canât keep up with both my job and a relationship. It wouldnât be fair to you.â
Jakeâs eyes drop to the floor, and he takes a deep breath, trying to process what youâve said. âSo, this is it? Youâre just⊠ending things? before they even started?â
You nod, feeling tears well up in your eyes. âI think itâs best. I care about you a lot, but right now, I canât handle more than what Iâve got.â
Jake remains silent for a moment, then looks back at you with a pained expression. âI get it, Y/N. If this is what you need, then I respect your decision. But it doesnât make it any easier.â
You reach out, touching his arm gently. âIâm so sorry, Jake. This isnât what I wanted, but I need to focus on my career right now. I hope you understand.â
He nods, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and acceptance. âYeah, I understand. It doesnât make it any less painful, but I get it.â
As you turn to leave, you feel a deep ache in your chest, knowing that youâve 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 thatâs 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 joyâa playful comment during a surgery, a quick coffee break togetherâare 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. Jakeâs 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 donât quite fill the gap Jake left behind.
Despite your best efforts to maintain your composure, you canât 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 Jakeâs 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.
Youâre passing through the hospital lobby, your mind preoccupied with patient charts, when you spot Jake standing near the information desk. Heâs engaged in a conversation with Dr. Choi Miyeon, the oncology attending. Your steps slow involuntarily as you notice the easy laughter between them.
Jakeâs 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. Jakeâs hand gestures animatedly as he talks, his face lighting up in a way that you havenât seen directed at you in weeks. Dr. Choiâs 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. Itâs 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 Jakeâs smile and the easy rapport he shares with Dr. Choi lingers in your mind, leaving you with a mixture of regret and longing thatâs hard to shake.
As you continue with your tasks, the memory of Jakeâs 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.
âHey, Y/N,â Jake says, approaching you with his usual warmth.
âHi, Jake,â 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 doesnât 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 itâs hard to ignore the twinge of regret.
As you wrap up the conversation and head to your next task, you canât 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 youâve 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, youâre left grappling with the realization that you might have made a mistake. The lingering image of Jakeâs smile, coupled with the undeniable ache in your chest, leaves you pondering whether thereâs 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 heâs seemingly started to move on. This was all your doing after all. He had every right to find what you couldnât 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 itâs gone, the void seems more pronounced than you expected. The professional distance youâve 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 youâve 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, youâre 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 youâve erected feels flimsy. He approaches you, his tone soft but playful.
âEverything okay, Y/N? You seem a bit distracted today.â
You look up, meeting his gaze. His concern and warmth are genuine, and it only adds to the confusion youâre feeling. âJust a lot on my mind,â you admit, forcing a smile. âItâs nothing.â
Jakeâs eyes linger on you, a hint of frustration and worry evident. âIf you ever want to talk, Iâm here. You donât have to go through this alone.â
His words cut through the walls youâve built, and for a moment, you allow yourself to consider what youâve 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 youâve erected are crumbling, and you realize that avoiding Jake might not be the solution you hoped for. Instead, you begin to consider whether thereâs 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. Itâs 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 canât 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 Jakeâs 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.
âDoctor Y/L/N?â Miyeon says, her tone a mix of surprise and curiosity.
You stand frozen for a moment, the sight of her at Jakeâs door intensifying your doubts. âDoctor Choi,â you manage, trying to keep your voice steady.
Miyeonâs expression shifts to one of mild confusion. âDid you need something?â
The thought of Jake being with Miyeon, combined with the realization that youâre intruding on what feels like an intimate moment, makes your decision for you. The hurt and uncertainty youâve been feeling come to a head, and you realize youâre not ready to face him under these circumstances.
âI uh actually Iâll come at a better timeâ. Without another word, you turn and walk away from the door, your heart heavy with a mix of regret and frustration. You can hear Miyeonâs voice calling after you, but you donât stop. The realization that youâve 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 youâre navigating. Youâre 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, youâre at your locker, preparing for your shift, when Olivia walks in, her usual cheerful demeanor tempered by concern. âHey, Y/N, you okay? You seem a bit off lately.â
You force a smile, trying to mask your turmoil. âJust a lot on my mind, Olivia. Thanks for asking.â
She nods sympathetically. âIf you ever need to talk, Iâm here. We all have rough patches.â
You thank her and head to the OR, trying to push your thoughts aside. But every encounter with Jake is a reminder of what youâve 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, youâre in the middle of reviewing patient files when Jake approaches you. His expression is neutral, but thereâs an underlying tension in his eyes. âY/N, can we talk?â
You nod, setting your files aside. âSure, whatâs up?â
He leads you to a quieter corner of the hospital. âIâve been meaning to talk to you about the other night. I saw you at my apartment, and then you just⊠left. What happened?â
You take a deep breath, the memory of that evening still fresh and painful. âI came to talk to you, to explain that I made a mistake in ending things. But when I saw Miyeon, I realized I couldnât do it.â
Jakeâs expression softens, a mix of understanding and frustration in his eyes. âMiyeon and I were just going over some research. Thereâs nothing between us, Y/N. But I get why youâd feel that way.â
The weight of your regret feels heavier now, knowing you misinterpreted the situation. âIâm sorry, Jake. Iâve been struggling with everything, and seeing you with her just⊠hurt. I felt like Iâd already lost you.â
He steps closer, his voice gentle but firm. âYou havenât lost me, Y/N. I care about you. But we need to figure out what weâre doing here. This back and forth isnât good for either of us.â
You nod, feeling the weight of your emotions. âI know. Iâve 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.â
Jakeâs gaze softens, and he reaches out to gently take your hand. âWe 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.â
You squeeze his hand, a sense of relief washing over you. âI do want to try, Jake. I want us to work.â
He smiles, a genuine warmth in his eyes. âThen letâs take it one step at a time. Weâll figure this out together.â
As you stand there, hand in hand, you feel a renewed sense of hope. The road ahead wonât 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 youâre 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 thereâs 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. "Howâs 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?"
Jakeâs 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. Heâs 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 heâs set up a cozy dinner with candles and soft music playing in the background.
"This looks amazing," you say, genuinely touched by the effort heâs 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 thereâs 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. Weâre close, even if we donât see each other often."
Jake listens intently, nodding. "Sounds like a solid family. Mineâs 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 whoâs an artist. Sheâs currently exploring Europe."
The conversation continues, each revelation bringing you closer. You talk about your past relationships, the heartbreaks and lessons learned. Thereâs 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. Youâd 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. âs-shit baby, taking me so good, thatâs itâ 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 otherâs 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 canât help what he says next, feeling as if keeping it in was impossible. âi love you Y/Nâ.
you snap your neck in his direction, maybe itâs the post orgasm haze but you search for reassurance anyways.
His big brown eyes confirming his words. âI love you too jakeâ.
The next morning, you wake up in Jakeâs 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 otherâs 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 smilesâall 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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what if rafe found kook!sweetheart!readerâs girl blog? omg and he seeâs some nsfw reblogsâŠ
warnings: use of the nickname âdaddyâ (just once), reader is just a girl, 18+ links
a/n: i think i would die if this really happened omg
âi still think i should join you in the shower..â you looked up at rafeâs reflection from your vanity, a teasing smile playing on his lips. âwe both know how thatâll end.â you laughed, adjusting your robe before twisting the door knob of your bathroom. âiâll be right out.â rafe watched as you closed the door behind you, collapsing onto your bed with a sigh. he wanted nothing more than to get you underneath your sheets and, hopefully, have his head between your thighs.
just as he felt himself growing hard at the thought of you gasping his name, he heard your phone ding!
thinking nothing of it, he glanced at the device on your nightstand, a few more notifications coming in. his eyebrows knitted in confusion. you always had your phone silenced at this time of night. fingertips itching to check what was making your phone go off, he muttered a quick âfuck it.â before grabbing the damned thing. âtumblr?â he narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar app icon.
[11:41 PM] lanasweetheart liked your post: âsomething about a manly man getting the bestest sleep in a pink hyperfeminine bed (heâs so babygirl đ)â
rafe clicked the notif, a âwhat the fuck?â falling from his lips when a picture of him sleeping next to you lit up the screen. tapping on the profile icon, rafe was in for a surprise when all your posts were now at the tips of his fingers. âthree thousand notes?â he was in disbelief that a photo of the back of his head peeking out of your pink comforter had gotten so much traction. âgirls really go crazy over that shit?â he laughed, full on scrolling now.
rafe thought it was cute that all your posts consisted of photo dumps of your nights out with your girlfriends, cute selfies with freshly done makeup, nail pics, some rant posts here and there about drama he already had the full scoop on, but then he came across a tag that said âàšà§ thinking thoughtsâ that completely flipped his brain inside out.
bf looked so dilfy today, should i ask him for babies?
âyou totally should.â he whispered to himself, tongue running across his bottom lip as he kept reading. the next post was a reblog.
gorgeous gorgeous girls pout and whine and whimper instead of using words
âyeah, you do.â rafe could feel heat starting to settle in the pit of his stomach. you were always so sweet and graceful, your boyfriend couldnât help but feel a smidge of jealousy that an app got to see this side of you before he did.
i just want him to break me sometimes. slap me, choke me, degrade me.. rough me up a little bit thatâs all :(
âholy shit.â he cleared his throat, his cock now straining against the denim material of his jeans. he wouldâve happily done all of that for you if you asked, but then again maybe that was the problem. you shouldnât have to. apart of rafe felt bad for invading your privacy like this, but man was he glad that he did.
love when daddy picks out my lingerie for the night <3
rafeâs jaw was on the ground. âdaddyâ???? oh, you were so going to get it. âwhat are you doing?â rafe jumped at the sound of your voice, having not heard the water to the shower stop. you were in nothing but a robe, the scent of your strawberry shampoo filling up his senses. âwhat am i doing?â he repeated your question, getting up as he placed your phone back on your nightstand.
âyeah.. did i get a text message or something?â your heart started pounding in your ears as you watched rafeâs eyes grow dark. âno. no text message. âwas just looking through your filthy tumblr account.â you blinked, chest rising and falling as your blood ran cold. âoh?â you backed away with each step rafe took until you were finally blocked by your wall. âmhmm, turns out my sweet little girlfriend wants to be treated like a whore in bed.â
you swallowed thickly, a gasp leaving your lips when rafeâs hand wrapped around your throat. âwanna be roughed up?â he laughed, dragging you over to your bed before ripping the robe off of your body. âiâll fuckinâ rough you up.â
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|| When thereâs only one bed. || Wind Breaker Reactions ||
thank you so much for the support on my first ever multi character post it gave me enough confidence to try again haha due to certain circumstances thereâs one bed donât question it lol
: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Nirei Akihito. Umemiya Hajime. Kaji Ren. Togame Jo.
â„ Sakura is frozen like a statue at the sight of there being only one bed in the room. His brain is taking a while to take in the information, so itâs up to you to bring him back to reality. Heâs startled when you suddenly touch him on the shoulder, for some reason you donât know heâs super red in the face. Heâs quick to declare that he sleeps on the floor before you even have a chance to protest and heâs adamant stubborn about it too. When you offered for him to share the bed with you and he almost woke up the neighbors with how loud he declined. Sakura has never slept in the same room as anyone before so this is new to him and heâs nervous about it. At first, Sakura couldnât fall asleep because he jolts awake from every sound and noise you make but eventually he does. When he wakes up heâs in for a surprise to find you curled up beside him on the floor-arms wrapped around him. Now this time he really woke the neighbors up. Afterwards when youâre both up and awake heâs blushing and stuttering nonstop but realizes that having you sleep beside him wasnât bad at all, in fact he maybe wishes for a next time.
âWhy are you on the floor?! Youâre s-supposed to sleep on the b-bed!â
â„Suo only has a calm smile on his face when he sees the situation. As a gentleman, heâll offer to sleep on the floor but when you refuse and ask him to take the bed, Suo is quick to offer a solution to solve both your problems. Why donât you both sleep together? Who knows what will come crawling if you sleep on the floor. You wouldnât like that, would you? He wouldnât either. Itâs a win win situation. Youâre blushing at his choice of words of âsleeping togetherâ while heâs teasing you on how naughty your mind is. You were almost dying in anticipation wondering when Suo will take his eyepatch off but he doesnât and youâre left disappointed. Suo has no trouble falling asleep while youâre wide awake is what he wants you to think. In truth, heâs actually pretending to sleep to see what youâll do to him. Maybe take a peek at his eyepatch? Only when he knows youâre actually asleep does lean closer to place a kiss on your forehead whispering good night, and finally lets his guard down, really falling asleep this time.
âI meant just sleeping, but we could do something else if youâd likeâŠâ
â„Nirei is having a panic attack because thereâs one bed what should he do? The thought of sharing a bed together with you has him burning red. Afterwards, heâll immediately blurt out that heâll sleep on the floor. Youâll have to calm him down and tell him that you can sleep on the floor instead but Nirei is also quick to refuse that too. Eventually youâll have to give up because Nirei is really insistent and even thought of a list of excuses on why he should sleep on the floor instead. When itâs time for bed, Nireiâs head is running overtime with thoughts that he ends up mumbling some of them out in which you hear. Unable to take it youâre now sitting up beside him while he lays down, gently stroking his hair humming him to sleep. Heâs flustered but he canât fight your warm touch, itâs too comforting.
âSuo-san said that s-sleeping on the floor is a part of my t-training!â
â„Umemiya practically ran for the bed when he saw it. Immediately tossing and turning, moving around the bed almost jumping on it. When you offer to sleep on the floor he instantly shuts your idea down before you could finish your sentence. The only choice you have is to agree. Now itâs time to sleep, and Umemiya wasted no time in pulling you to his chest. Saying that he always sleeps using a body pillow but there isnât one so youâd have to be itâs replacement. You wonder if Umemiya can hear how loud your heart is beating but he doesnât because as soon as he says good night to you, he's lights out. His grip is iron tight, you canât wiggle away. You couldnât fall asleep right away so you spent the time admiring his cute sleeping face. You almost jumped through the ceiling to wake up finding his face super close to yours.
âOh, letâs have a sleepover party with everyone next time but of course youâll sleep next to me!â
â„Kaji almost crushed the lollipop he was eating but after a while his face returns to normal. Before you could say anything he already announces that heâll sleep on the floor. He goes over to the bed and places the pillow on the ground marking his spot. When the time for bed arrives, Kaji mumbles a good night to you before lying on the floor. What he doesnât want you to know is that heâs nervous and probably wouldnât be able to fall asleep because youâre going to sleep in the same room as him. He switches to his wireless earphones, eyes closed trying to focus on falling asleep until he feels one of his earphones being taken out. Kaji almost let out a shout to find you lying beside him, with one of his earphones in your ear. You tell him you couldnât fall asleep so you thought listening to some music might help. Kaji tries to hide his blush by turning on his side away from you but secretly a smile is creeping on his face.
âUrgh fine, you can listen but donât blame me if you canât fall asleep!â
â„Togame isnât worried in the slightest that thereâs only one bed. He seems as cool as a cucumber as he goes to sit down on the bed. Youâre left standing, cheeks dusted pink, you quickly say that youâll sleep on the floor but Togame refutes. He says he gets scared of sleeping alone so youâll have to sleep on the bed with him. Youâre steaming red now but you agree nonetheless. In truth, Togame sleeps just fine alone but since youâre here too why not share the bed? Why sleep on the dirty floor when thereâs a perfectly good bed right here for the two of you? You donât know if itâs on purpose but his face is awfully close to yours but when you turn your back on him-he wraps his arms around you from behind pulling you to his chest. Which causes you to freeze, his head buried in your neck, trying to nuzzle even closer, his breathe tickling your skin.
âThis is comfortable, letâs just fall asleep like thisâŠ.âÂ
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hunger / damon salvatore x reader
i'm back !!! I needed to write a damon one-shot while I work on a new fic and this just tumbled right out of me lol
hunger / damon salvatore x reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: everything??? drinking, swearing, blood sharing, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v, a tiny bit of degradation?? this is self indulgant filth, seriously 18+ mdni
You ran a hand through your hair as you walked back and forth, unsure of what else to do with the restless energy surging through your system as you tried to fight one of your most basic, primal urges⊠hunger. Your fingers drummed against your thigh as you tried to focus on anything else, find something in your brain worth occupying your mind and switching course from the visuals running through your head. Your recent transition had been a shock to everyone, and Stefan had you on a tight leash to keep you in check⊠and youâd been on board, at first. You never wanted to cause harm, to be the reason someone elseâs life ended, but with the itch in your veins threatening to undo you completely you couldnât really find it in you to care anymore.
You heard your door push open and your head snapped up to see Damon walking in, two glasses and a bottle in his hand with an unamused expression, âif you donât knock it off Iâm going to have to replace the floor,â he said, setting everything on the dresser before pouring two generous cups of bourbon.Â
âNot now, Damon,â you sighed, ignoring him entirely as your feet remained on course.
âWanna talk about it?â he asked and you shook your head.
âNot really,â you said as he shoved a glass in your hand, his eyes telling you to drink which you did⊠all in one gulp and he was a little surprised as he took it to refill.Â
âWell, somethingâs gotta give,â he replied as you finished the second as quickly as the first. âAt this rate the bottle will be gone in a minute and Iâm not replacing original flooring.â He gripped your shoulders, halting your movements and you huffed, looking up at him.
âIâm hungry, Damon,â you said, as if it pained you to do so and he furrowed his brow.
âThe freezer is full- oh,â he cut himself off, realizing thatâs not what you meant as a smirk spread across his features. âYou want your blood at 98.6,â he said and you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you.
âWill you cut it out?â You poured another glass, hoping at some point the alcohol would subdue your cravings but you knew that was about as likely as him leaving you alone, so you tried another angle. âI canât⊠Damon, the blood bags arenât doing it for me, I canât think, I canât sleep⊠will you please take me out?â For a moment you thought heâd say yes, revel in the opportunity to feed with abandon with someone else, but it wasnât that easy.
âNo can do, sweetheart,â he replied and your brows pinched. âIâve got enough on my plate without you losing control and giving me more bodies to deal with.â He was right, there was too much going on and you spinning out wasnât an option, but that didnât make it any easier of an answer to tolerate. He gave you a once over, it wasnât as if he didnât want to take you out⊠he would have loved to, but you were new and he knew you could eventually get to where he was, one day youâd be able to feed and leave them alive with no memory of what had happened, but that day wasnât today, you had a long way to go and he couldnât afford to have you slip up.
But⊠he couldnât afford to have you slip up. One look told him you were wound tight, the diet Stefan had you on was restrictive, never enough to fully satisfy, and the less you drank the tighter you spun, threatening a catastrophic snap he could only assume was looming on the horizon with how frustrated you looked right now. He ran through his options, knowing letting you sit in this hunger any longer would result in a much bigger problem, but the only thing he could think of posed another set of issues and would lead to him teetering on the edge instead of you.
He let out a sigh, closing the distance between you and plucking the glass from your hands to discard on the dresser and you looked up at him questioningly, the invasion of space catching you by surprise. His normally bright eyes were dark and swimming with something you couldnât understand, deep blue pools you found yourself getting lost in as you waited for him to say something. âYou need to feed,â he said and your eyes fluttered shut just at the thought.
âI need to feed,â you whispered and he nodded, catching your chin between his fingers and forcing your head back up when you tried to look down and the action had your breath catching somewhere in your throat.Â
âYou still havenât felt it, have you?â he asked, voice low and you shuddered. âWhat itâs like to sink your teeth into somethingâŠâ you shook your head, Stefan hadnât allowed you to drink anything that didnât come from a cup. âPoor thing,â he chuckled, he could feel the tension radiating off you in waves, you were practically shaking beneath him as you fought to retain your grip on your sanity, on your control.
âDamon,â you sighed, eyes pleading and he just smiled as he gripped your hand and brought it up to his neck, the pulse beneath your fingers driving you wild.Â
âWhen you feed you have to be careful⊠if you bite just along here,â he said, dragging your fingers along the vein, âyou can control the flow. It doesnât have to be messy,â he explained and you couldnât tear your eyes away from the subtle way his skin moved with each beat of his heart, the sight bringing the veins beneath your eyes to the surface, your fangs descending.
âDonât fight it,â he said, noticing you trying to rein it in, and you were having a hard time focusing on anything with the way his hands were trailing up your arms, pulling you closer. âGo on,â he tilted his head just slightly, âgive it a try.â he encouraged and this pulled your focus, eyes snapping to his as you tried to ascertain if he was being serious. You had a lot left to learn, but blood sharing was personal, and you knew that⊠but all you saw in those dark blue eyes was a fire simmering beneath the surface you were sure was a mirror image of your own.
You slowly reached onto your tiptoes, as if he were a deer in the woods threatening to startle and bolt, but the closer you got the harder it was to resist, anticipation burning through your veins at the prospect of giving in. Your fangs were tentative as they broke the skin just where heâd indicated, but the first drop of blood immediately made you feel dizzy and intoxicated⊠It wasn't enough. You quickly grew feverish, your hand wrapping around his throat as you surged forward, crashing into the wall behind you and he let out a grunt as his back collided with the hard surface, pinned in place as you fed.
âThere you go⊠thatâs it,â he said, leaning back as he relaxed and let you take what you needed. His arm snaked around your waist while a hand brushed the hair from your face, cradling the back of your head as warm blood radiated through your body. A soft groan fell from his lips as you drank from him, and the sound elicited an unexpected reaction from you, your hand tightening around his throat and your body pushing flush against his and despite everything in you telling you to continue, you forced yourself back knowing if you didnât stop youâd bleed him dry.Â
Your eyes were wild and satisfied as they met his, and he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the remnants and you were almost surprised when your lips wrapped around him, ensuring you didnât waste a single drop. His smirk returned when he felt your tongue slide across his skin, âbetter?â he asked and you nodded, keeping him in your mouth for maybe a second longer than you needed to. The air was charged between you, youâd just crossed a line in the sand and you wanted to push a little further, go a little fartherâŠÂ
Part of him knew he should put an end to this⊠stop before it went any further. He knew it before heâd even offered up a vein for you, he knew as soon as he did heâd be teetering on this ledge and he didnât have that much self control when it came to you. Perhaps, if he really analyzed the situation, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind why youâd been so worked up, he knew what you needed and instead of letting you wreak havoc on the blood cooler he let you push him against a wall and take what you wanted, he let you feed from him in the most intimate way he could think of.Â
And when you were looking up at him like that, eyes mischievous and holding an unspoken challenge with his blood still on your plump lips, who was he to resist? Your chest was heaving with anticipation as you waited for him to do something, anything, and the movement was so fast you almost didnât register his hand curling around your throat, flipping you around and slamming you against the wall with such force you were sure youâd be dead if you were human. Your gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth on yours, searing and frenzied as he connected your lips and kissed you with a hunger that rivaled your own only moments ago.Â
You both fought for dominance, neither one of you willing to submit just yet but you were outmatched⊠he grabbed your wandering hands and pinned them above your head, grip so tight you whined as he kissed down your neck, biting into you the same way youâd done with him and you couldnât help the moan that fell from your lips as he did. Your hips rolled forward and feeling his hardening length against you gave you the surge of confidence you needed to break your hands free, sliding down his chest to pull his shirt apart, buttons flying and clattering against the floor as you pushed the fabric over his shoulders.Â
His lips were greedy across the expanse of your chest as he nipped and sucked the soft skin, tearing your shirt to shreds as he pulled it from you, a mess of fabric in your wake as you surged forward and pushed him into the wall opposite you, regaining your upper hand. Glass shattered on the floor around you as the force rattled the dresser but you couldnât find it in you to care what had broken as your hands pulled his belt free, fingers quickly undoing the button as you sank to the floor and pulled his jeans with you.
His length stood erect in front of you and you were quick to take him in your mouth, focusing your tongue on his swollen tip as your hand worked what didnât fit, and you couldnât help but moan around him at the groan that fell from his lips, âsuch a good girl,â he cooed, his sweet words undercut by the harsh hand in your hair gripping and pulling you closer, forcing you to gag around him and the sensation had his head falling back against the wall. Tears sprung to your eyes at the sharp pain in your scalp and the way he was hitting the back of your throat, but all you could focus on was the throbbing between your thighs and he didnât miss the way you clenched them together, desperate for friction.Â
You were quickly on your back, too caught up in the moment to bother moving to the bed and you pushed glass aside as he settled between your legs, tearing your underwear off and diving in like a man starved and you could feel his smirk against you at your surprised moan, head hitting the floor as your back arched in pleasure. He switched between your clit and your entrance, not giving either attention long enough to give you what you really needed, and you whined as your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging harshly.
âDamon, please,â you sighed, hips bucking against his face and he focused his attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue expertly working you up as you shamelessly moaned his name. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew with the way you kept slamming each other against walls and the floor, the breaking glass, and the sounds falling from both your lips someone might come to make sure you were alright, but you couldnât find it in you to care⊠not when he felt as good as he did between your legs.Â
Your moan changed in pitch when he slid two fingers into your entrance and it went straight to his cock, his head swimming as he watched you come close to falling apart above him. When he crooked his fingers just so your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him closer as you started to grind against him, âfuck, just like-â you were cut off by your own moan when he started massaging that spot inside you, legs trembling as you careened off the ledge. His touches remained merciless as pure euphoria surged through your veins, your head cloudy as your body trembled.Â
âSo fucking beautiful,â he muttered against you, kissing his way up your body and you tugged him closer to reconnect your lips, tongues swirling against each other as you tasted yourself on him. His hands felt greedy and possessive as they roamed over you, gripping tight enough to leave bruises that would heal before they even had a chance to form, and it was as if neither of you could get enough. You pushed forward, tugging him up with you and all but throwing him onto the bed and his smirk was devilish as he watched you crawl on top of him.
He looked like he was about to say something but you didnât give him the opportunity as you kissed him, rough and demanding as your hips settled above his, hand reaching between you to line him up at your entrance and you both let out groans as you took him inch by inch. The stretch was sweet, filling you almost to your breaking point as you settled fully and started to roll your hips against him, shuddering at the feeling.
âFuck,â he moaned as you started to bounce up and down, setting an unforgiving pace and you felt like you could feel him everywhere, every nerve ending radiating with fire. He sat up to wrap his arms around you, hips bucking to meet yours in a way that had your head rolling back and he took the opportunity to sink his teeth into your neck and you had never felt pleasure like this before. His hand was firm around your throat as your body shook with each thrust and soon you were boneless in his lap, only able to hold yourself upright as he drank you in.Â
When he pulled back you licked along his lips, face changing at the taste of blood and he swore heâd never seen anything sexier. Neither of you was going to last much longer, not like this, and he delivered a rough smack to your ass that had you whining and rolling against him. âOh my god,â you breathed out, letting your forehead fall against his and he smacked again, gripping the tender skin, âDamon-â you tried, but nothing would come out.
âWhatâs that, sweetheart?â he teased, gripping your hair and pulling you back to look at him, âoh, look at you⊠all cock drunk and fucked out,â he teased and you had nothing to say as a firm thrust had you seeing stars. You buried your face in his neck, fangs sinking into his skin as you felt your release barreling towards you, the mixture of blood and his steady thrusts too much to bear and a streak of red trailed down your body as you came, only able to shout his name as you cried out.
Your grip on him was maddening, pulling him right over the edge with you as you milked him for everything he had, and when you both slowed to a stop you were having a hard time catching your breath, your mind floating somewhere above you as you tried to return to your body. You felt his tongue along your chest, cleaning up your mess as you leaned back and he tried to commit the sight to memory⊠your hair wild, cheeks flushed, and skin dewy as blood lingered along your skin.Â
You still werenât fully with him, stuck in a haze as you felt him whisk you into his bedroom, and into the bathroom and it wasnât until you were under the stream of water with him that you hummed contently against his lips as he kissed you softly, âthere she is,â he chuckled.
His hands were delicate as they roamed you, and yours slid down the front of his chest as you looked up at him, doe eyed and happy. âThat wasâŠâ you trailed off, unsure of what word to use to fully sum it up and he placed another soft kiss on your lips.
âEverything you ever dreamed of?â he provided and you laughed as you swatted his chest.Â
âHush,â you replied, feigning annoyance but you didnât have it in you to feel anything other than bliss. The rest of your shower was spent with wandering hands and sweet kisses, a stark contrast to how rough and domineering youâd been with each other and when he pulled you into bed and wrapped himself around you, you looked up at him as your fingers trailed along his chest absentmindedly.
âWhat are you thinking about?â he asked, and you flushed slightly under his gaze.
âIt was more than I dreamed of,â you answered, and he raised a brow in question. âI havenât⊠I hadnât done that since turning, I didnât know it could be like that,â you explained and realization passed over his features.
âMy god,â he chuckled, âno wonder you were wound so tight.â His hand on your back was comfortable, holding you tight against him as he rubbed soothingly, âweâll go on a little trip this weekend,â he said as you rested your head on his chest.
âA trip?âÂ
You felt him nod, âaway from all the chaos here⊠weâll find you some warm bodies and Iâll teach you how to do it the right way, you donât have to live a life of blood bags forever.âÂ
âI donât know, you seemed to do the trick,â you teased and he laughed.
âSweetheart, you have no idea what youâre missing.âÂ
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favorites pt2
this is mostly self indulgent. just fontaine being my favorite. this is an alternate version with imposter au creator! reader.
Maybe it was childish in the eyes of others that you preferred Fontaine over every other nation. You had been ridiculed and branded as an imposter in Mondstadt, you had been nearly killed in Liyue, had been nearly killed again in Inazuma, you didn't neven want to talk about Sumeru.
You didn't want to even think about the Fatui or their reigning Archon, The Tsaritsa. Fontaine had been the first place that you ran to that didn't try to kill you or accuse you of a heinous crime. You had nearly broken down crying at the realization that the residents of Fontaine weren't going to hurt you.
You looked out at the rain, watching it fall with trembling hands as you sat at a table, having tea with Furina and Neuvillette.
"....Your Grace?" Neuvillette called your attention softly, staring at you with a concerned look as he took notice of your trembling hands. "Are you alright?"
It was overwhelming. This was the first time you'd been asked if you were okay since the moment you arrived in Teyvat. It was.... strange. In a horrible way, running and avoiding death was something you got used to. you used to hide in caves and amongst the hilichurls for a moments of respite and look at your scars.
Your shaken eyes stared down at your scarred hands, "Um... Yes... I'm fine." It sounded like a lie from your lips. You weren't fine. Fontaine had refused to hunt you down, and the moment you entered it's borders, Fontaine protected you. Furina, Clorinde, and Neuvillette protected you and comforted you. Why was Fontaine the first to protect you? Were people truly that cruel?
Furina's eyes noticed your shaken state and she exchanged a look with Neuvillette. "Your Grace, please try the cake! It's of highest quality, as is everything and everyone that graces my table." Smugness radiated from her as she pushed the piece of cake towards you, eager to get you to eat something, anything.
You looked up towards her as her presence calmed you down from your anxiety. Your shaky hand reached for the fork. "Is it really okay for me to be here, won't it cause problems with the other nations?"
"Forget about those guys! Those Archons have rotting brains and feeble bodies. They should have just turned to dust instead." Furina scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "I don't really care about them, Fontaine welcomes you and we'll protect our beloved creator." She smiled at her and you relaxed slowly as you looked down at your cake before taking a bite.
"...!" Your eyes widened as you stared down at the slice of cake. "....It's good." You commented quietly, not noticing the pleased look on both Neuvillette and Furina's face.
"Everyone here treasures you, Your Grace. You don't have to worry about anything and everyone who has hurt you will never be able to come here so easily. Rest easy and enjoy all the things we have to offer you." Neuvillette's voice was soothing as you found yourself nodding.
Yes.... you did like Fontaine.... You liked being in Fontaine...
Okay, you liked slightly less now that you were in an actual prison.
"Why are going to a prison?" You asked Neuvillette, nervous as you shifted in the lift you were in. You tugged your jacket closer to your frame as you looked up at the man who had been by your side since you had arrived in Fontaine. "I'm... not being arrested, right?"
"No, of course not, Your Grace. You haven't done anything wrong in the slightest. This is the Fortress of Meropide. The administrator of this place, Wriothesley is a personal friend. I thought you should be introduced to him as well as you have decided to reside in Fontaine for now.
Before you could respond, the lift opened and you really weren't sure how to feel about this place.
You shyly waved to those who you past. They were all staring at you, it was a little unnerving but it didn't feel like they disliked you.
You currently found yourself in an office as said man, (Wriothesley was what Neuvillette called him) poured you tea. "It's chamomile tea, Your Grace. You seem a little nervous." The man smiled at you which only made a blush of embarrassment appear on your cheeks.
You wondered if anyone was ever disappointed when they learnt that you were the Creator of this world, you didn't fit the title of All Powerful. Your time being hunted had made you skittish and paranoid.
You looked to the side as Sigewinne, the Melusine that Neuvillette told you about entered and your hear jumped. You had always been fond of cute things and Sigewinne was cute, you had always been fond of children.
"Hello, Your Grace!" She smiled at you happily and you swore you could cry. She was so cute....
You quickly averted your eyes, to try and keep your composure, to not seem strange, "Um, hello to you too." You greeted her, the shyness leaving you as a soft smile curled at you lips.
You kept the steaming cup in hand, not yet drinking it.
"Their Grace has decided to reside in Fontaine for the moment as we sort out the issue with the other Archons." Neuvillette quietly informed Wriothesley while you were enamored with Sigewinne and talking to her quietly. "It will most likely be a drawn out affair. The other Archons will likely not admit their wrong doings." Neuvillette frowned, which was mimicked by Wriothesley.
You were oblivious to their conversation as you talked quietly to Sigewinne about the sights you had seen so far. "Neuvillette and Furina have been making sure my meals are good enough."
"I'll write out a detailed meal plan so you can recover quickly!" Sigewinne seemed happy to be able to do something for you and you couldn't refuse her after seeing her excitement.
Your eyes softened as you smiled. "I'll make sure to follow it fully."
Yeah... Fontaine was great.... You didn't mind staying her for a while...
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bf!Bangchan x gn!reader (felix mentioned)
Masterlist
When he calls you clingy, so you distance yourself
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!Warnings: angst, reader is confused about their feelings, Chan gets pushed away (no actual harm done!), fake!texts, swearing (lmk if i missed anything)
Side-Note: *does a happy twerk dance bc I actually came up w something even tho my brain is fried rn* No but rlly, I didn't even want to do a 5th part but I had to find a way on making it work between them and this part turned out to be too longâđœđđđđđđđ now I'm heartbroken... ANYWAY ENJOY
It's been 2 days. 2 days and you already miss him. It's not that he doesn't deserve it, but you really just want to hug him right now.
You've spent the last 2 days, crying in your bed and not a single text message from chan. The other members did message you, but you only want one from him...you know you told him not to message you, but it's his fault in the first place.
You stood up and got out of bed. Maybe unboxing my stuff will get me on other ideas, you thought to yourself and made your way to the living room, taking your time unboxing and placing your items on the furniture you bought weeks before.
Everything went well and your mood brightened up till you got to one specific box. The box, filled with Polaroid pics from your date, loveletters and poetries written by chan for you and more. You just stare at them for a while, but then decide to close the box and take a nice warm bath, maybe then you'll relax for a bit and not think of him.
You went to your bathroom, and turned the bathtub water on, taking off your clothes next. You take some bathing salt and a bath bomb out of your cabinet, throw them in the half filled bathtub and step inside. You've nearly melted at the feeling of the hot, but not too hot water on you skin. Since you're together with chan, you've barely looked after yourself, you nearly forgot how good it felt to just spend you time and have no one else around and suddenly, it wasn't that bad that chan isn't around anymore. You actually felt, relived, so you just close your eyes and relax....
xxxxxx
You must have fallen asleep, because when you open your eyes, the water was cold. You've rubbed your eyes, washed yourself, wrapped your body in a bathrobe and left the bathroom. You yawn out and went straight to your room, when you hear your phone vibrate. Someone is blowing up your phone and in the back of your head, you wished that it's the person, it actually is. Chan.
You throw your phone on your bed and walk over to your wardrobe and bang your head against it. What. The. Actual. Fuck Y/l/n Y/n. Why would you possibly ask HIM, to come into your apartment after you told him you wanted space???
You grab some clothes out of your wardrobe, flinching as you turn around, as someone widely bangs open the door to your bedroom.
"Y/n?! Y/N!" chan screams, excited and runs over to you like an excited puppy, just to stop in his tracks as he remembers that you warned him not to touch you, so he stands still in front of you, with a giant smile on his face.
"Get out of my room. Can't you see i'm changing right now?" you coldly reply to him, fighting your inner demons to not jump right in his arms and hug him. His smile drops and he just blinks at you confused, which nearly breaks your heart. How is it possible that he was so mean to you, but is also so freaking cute which makes it so hard to hate him? "I-I don't understand.. why do I have to go out, it never was a problem to you-" "Do you want me to kick you out of the apartment instead?" you ask, as you walk over to your bed.
"NO, no i'll leave.." Chan lowly responds, walking out of the room. You weren't going to risk him calling you clingy again, for changing while he's in the same room, not happening.
xxxxx
After you've changed into something comfortable, you've asked him to come back inside and sit next to you on your bed, with a good amount of space, which Chan stared at with a questioning look, but didn't comment it any further.
"So? Why are you here?" you started asking, "I mean, why did you come to my apartment. If you came to just apologize, you can go again, because what you said needs more than an apology. Just because you'll feel better after apologising doesn't mean-" "-Doesn't mean that it's actually okay, I know baby.." Chan interrupts you, as he stared down at your arms "Can I...hug you?" "Excuse me?" you ask confused. Since when does he ask if he can hug you..? "I mean, sure I guess" you just say and with that Chan grabs you by you waist with one hand, putting his other hand, securingly on your neck, hugging you. You were about to hug him back, but stop midway.
Why did you just stop? Isn't that what you wanted? He's here now so why don't you hug him? Could it be that you're...scared? Scared that he might think you're actually clingy and annoying? Scared of that he'll push you away if you make a move? Or are you...
"You smell so good...i missed you so much..." chan's words pull you out of your thoughts, as you push him off. He looks at you, confused. Why did you suddenly push him off? "Wh-" "You should go." "Wha- But why.." "Please Chris just go." "Can I at least get a kiss-" "GEEZ CHRIS JUST GO!" you yell. You didn't intentionally yell at him, but you needed some time for yourself to collect your thoughts, and he's only in the way.
"Please...just go" you mumble out, and Chan stares at you for a while, before standing up from the bed. "I'll text you when I'm home" he casually says, with a hint of sadness in his voice. He mumbles out a quick and quiet >>I'm sorry, for everything<< out, and makes his way out of the apartment.
What was wrong with you? You've missed him so much so why would you not hug him back? Why would you ask him to go? And why...why didn't you kiss him?... You've loved to do it before....so why not now?..
What....was wrong with you?
Are you really...
As clingy as he said?
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Ok, so I loved your dragon reader/ dragon price fic. The detailed courting rituals got me thinking about how different members of TF 141 react to a s/o who has different courting rituals than them.
The one rolling around in my mind rn is Gaz (which I'm pretty sure is a harpy or bird hybrid of some kind) with a dragon reader.
So Gaz tries to court reader through a more fancy version of pebbling. But, instead of giving cool rocks and sticks, it's gemstones and weapons. Yknow, expensive/fancy things that Gaz thinks the reader might want to add to his hoard.
Btw do you have an anon list? If so, is đ anon available?
I don't have an anon list yet but you're welcome to be đanon!
It's cool to think how they'd try to court you. I hc that werewolves, and Johnny by extension, are really straightforward. Like sitting way too close, hands roaming over your body, trying to lick into your mouth and going "Hey wanna make more of us?"
Ghost, the poor thing, is completely fucked bc he was human before becoming a wraith, how the Hell is he supposed to know? Que him going through Wikipedia articles and watching documentaries of your species courting and mating (having to rub one out imaging you and him in that position ofc) and just stumbling through the whole courting thing.
CW:NSFW
But Gaz? Oooh Gazâ
Safe to say he's fallen ass over tits for you.
It's the way you take care of them, of him, of the monstrous strength used to defend them turning velvet soft when Gaz needs emotional support that has his harpy hindmind demanding to lock you down before a competitor snatches you away.
Only problem â you're not a harpy. And Gaz has no idea how courtship works, as when he asks Price about it (under the guise of just being curious) the old fart just gives him an amused look and tells him to figure it out.
Though harpies and dragons are two different species, he figures there must be some similarities, so he figures to listen to the old fairy tales about your kind and looks for the shiniest thing he can find, because Harpies court by giving gifts and dragons like to hoard and both of them like shiny stuff right?
You're confused like Hell when one day you wake up to find a silver ring with a shiny amethyst sitting on your windowsill. You know for a fact it's not yours as the instinct to catalogue every item in your hoard is as old as the draconic blood running through your veins and you'd remember if you had it.
When you make sure it's not stolen and no owner can be found, (because who'd wear that type of ring in a military base?) you decide to keep it, failing to notice how the way Gaz's pupils get bigger when you put the ring in your pocket.
It is a nice ring, the shine of the gemstone tickling your brain in a pleasant way. The military doesn't allow dragons to have large hoards, most of the items you've gathered over the decades and centuries safely hidden in vaults, but it feels good to have a small hoard in your den.
You expect this to be a one off event. But. No. Every few weeks you find a new thing on your windowsill, from gems to guns to additions to weapons you've expressed you'd like to get. Each new thing leaves you scratching your head, annoyance growing bit by bit as there's never enough scent on the items to track the culprit down and it's not like you can turn the base upside down looking for them (again).
You're unsure how to feel; it's obvious someone is trying to court you, but it definitely can't be Price because no dragon would go about it like this. But you have to admit it's nice to be desired, regardless how odd the method may be.
Then you notice how Gaz has started acting. . . different. He'll ruffle his feathers and flutter his wings more than usual when you two are alone, purposely stretch more often to make your eyes naturally draw to him, sticking to your side as he talks about everything and anything under the sun.
You're also not a fool. You can figure out it's a harpy's way of trying to show off, but without any open hostility you can only assume he's trying to court you. And you let him, you like his presence and the sound of his voice, the way he gives you a lopsided smile and the way his dark feathers shine like onyx gems when the light hits them juuust right and the way he flushes and stutters when your tail wraps around his leg.
Then one late evening when you're doing paperwork you catch sight of something behind your window in the corner of your eye. Like a flash you're opening the window, your clawed hand gripping Gaz's hand before he can scatter.
Gaz's wings spread out wide, a surprised squawk leaving him as he looks into your slitted eyes. "Uh-, I, eh- Hi?" He says, gulping, his newest gift, a very shiny ruby, held in his hand. But what draws your eye are his dark feathers.
You let out an amused snort, "Hello." You purr, leaning in so your faces are close, enjoying the way he flushes from the proximity. "So you're the little thief that's been visiting me."
Gaz's feather puff up to make his silhouette twice as big, his eyes narrowing, a hurt and angry look spreading across his features. "I'm no thief!" He says, insulted that you'd suggest he can't get you gifts on his own. "I-"
"You are," You hum, reaching out your other hand to hold his jaw, and even with his anger he feels his mind croon at how softly you touch him. "You're in the process of stealing my heart."
"Oh." Is the most intelligent thing he can come up with, his pupils blowing wide like he'd just seen the shiniest thing in his life. "Oh."
"Yes," You shrug and pull your hand back to yank one of your scales out of your shoulder, giving it to him as you take the ruby. "Keep this safe for me, yeah?" You hum and then you let him go, going back to your work while he's left dumbstruck, clutching the scale close to his chest.
When it finally settles in his head that you'd just given him a gift, that you'd reciprocated, and given him a shiny gift, oh he's treating that scale like it's the most precious thing in his world. He keeps it close to him, cooing to it in the privacy of his room, keeping it on his pillow so he can fall asleep with your scent in his nose.
He also doubles down on the gifts, but now he's very open about it, to the point you'll have him randomly come into your office to give you something shiny or another weapon, preening so prettily when you praise the thing he's brought back, nuzzling into your neck and fluffing up his feathers. His heart swoons when you show him the small hoard you've made with all the things he's brought you, and you end up spending the entire evening with him cuddled up to you, chirping happily.
"Hey, can I see that scale I gave you?" You ask after a couple of weeks, curious to see how he's treated it.
"Uh, sure." Gaz can swear his heart's beating like a war drum as he watches you inspect your scale, checking for scratches or cracks.
But you find none, it's still as shiny as the day you'd given it to him. Maybe even shinier.
You smile and before he can do anything you pull him close to you by a hand on his hip. "Very well done, little thief." You hum, kissing him. Gaz melts against you, not even your lips able to muffle the happy chirps and croons that escape his chest.
You spend the next few months getting familiar with each other's bodies, lazy evenings spent with your clawed hands preening his wings, Gaz steadily melting into the bed with every brush of your fingers. Kyle taking a few extra minutes in the morning to rub his face between your wing, chirping and crooning.
Harpy mating season comes around and you're caught off guard when you come to your room to find your covers and pillows and entire wardrobe on the ground, turned into a makeshift nest with a very naked, and very horny, Gaz sitting in the middle of it.
His eyes are hazy but he knows you're there the second your scent hits his nose, the most desperate sound you've ever heard leaving his lips, bruised from how hard he'd been biting them to reign his noises in, to keep them only for you.
"Mate-" Kyle whines, shuffles in the nest that has the pretty gems he'd gifted you strewn amongst the fabric, "-need you, please- I-"
One more needy sound is all it takes to have you tumbling naked into the nest in record time, deep guttural purrs answering his pleased coos. He presses flush against you, seeking out your mouth, whole body burning up and his thighs shaking, his cock rock hard.
"I got you, pretty thief." You rumble, pulling him into your lap, his wings spreading out and feathers puffing up, as if he needs to make himself look even more desirable. "What do you need Kyle?"
"Need you," Kyle whines, pawing at your own erection, desperate fingers shaking as he strokes you, "Please- hurts, I need- mate."
You shush him with sweet kisses, your hand sliding down to very carefully stretch him open while avoiding injuring him with your claws, your mind purring at how willingly he opens up for you, wings and limbs shaking as he whimpers against your lips, his mind steadily leaking from his cock.
"You're alright," You calm him when you pull your fingers out, positioning him so your cock head rests against his entrance, not missing how Kyle preens at your strength. "Going to breed you right, gonna take care of you."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Kyle moans are loud as you steadily push your cock into him, his walls clamping down on every inch of your length. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank- mate." His claws dig into your shoulders, clutching you tight as you bottom out in him, his hole clenching you in sync with his ragged breathing.
"I'm here," You hum, barely able to think, "Just relax, let me take care of you." You say, feeling him relax into you, and with deep purrs and lots of praise you begin to fuck him, moving him like a fleshlight on your cock, letting him moan and groan and scream his heart out uncaring who hears it, your ancient blood singing at the thought of his noises being a testament to your abilities as a mate.
Then the tight heat and the scent and just Kyle has your mind forgetting how to think, your body moving on it's own to show Kyle he'd picked a good mate.
#cod mw2#gnome correspondence#x reader#Gnome's Spittballs#trinkets from the hoard#male reader#top male reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle garrick x male reader#kyle gaz garrick x male reader#kyle gaz garrick#cod mlm#cod modern warfare#monster cod au#cod smut#cod x male reader
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roommate!percy blurb because let's ignore that i haven't written anything in a month . . .
the funny scene in the movie should've made you laugh, but it didn't. if anything, it's made you grimace like you're in pain, because it's made percy laugh, and goodness knows what his laugh does to you.
you like percy's laugh. you like the boyish cadence that carries with it, the little roughness around the edges tickling your ears in the best way possible. you like his voice when he talks to you, low and soothing as if his words are secrets meant for you and you only. you like his smile, his eyes, his hair, the way he smells.
shit, you just like him, really.
but he doesn't know that. he shouldn't, he's not allowed to, because he's your roommate. and roommates don't like each other like that, right?
"hey." the single word is a bird's song when you hear it. your eyes snap towards percy's, strikingly blue under the fluorescent glare of the tv. he's so pretty, your brain reminds you, and you forget to listen or respond to him for a second. "... you okay? is the movie boring?"
"what? no." your voice feels weird in your throat when you speak, mouth dry and tongue heavy. it's like you forget how to talk when you're around him, and you want to slap yourself because it's stupid. "no, the movie's not boring, percy. i'm sorry, i wasn't paying much attention.â
"what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?" he taps a knuckle against your temple, the chaste touch feeling like fire under your skin. he inches closer before you can reply, and then his thighs are pressing against yours and you feel close to exploding.
"is something bothering you?"
"no!" silly, stupid. you clear your throat. "i mean... no, no. nothing's bothering me, percy. i'm okay." you wish he'd go back to watching the movie.
percy frowns, a real deep one, as if he's greatly perturbed by your answer. "please tell me, sweetheart. please?"
"i don't like seeing you upset."
you're grateful for the dim lighting, because the blush on your cheeks would've told him everything he shouldn't know.
"i'm not..." you sigh. "i'm not upset."
"then what's going on? did i do something wrong?"
gods, no, percy, you're an idiot! you want to yell, but you don't think it's very fair. you're being an idiot, too.
"you laughed."
percy's visibly confused. you want to run away and hide. "i, what?"
"you laughed. i... i don't like how it made me feel."
his brows furrow like what you said is a serious problem. "you... don't like how my laugh made you feel?"
he chuckles, unsure.
"see, you're doing it again!" you groan, hiding your face in your hands. percy's gone from your sight for all of three seconds before warm palms are wrapping around your wrists, gently pulling your hands away from your face. you feel like exploding again.
"what's wrong with my laugh, honey?"
you don't meet his eyes, you can't. you'll combust if you do.
percy hooks a finger under your chin, tilting it upwards to face him. he's a menace.
"tell me why you don't like my laugh, sweetheart."
"'s not... 's not that i don't like it, it's just..."
"it sounds nice."
the grin percy sports is giant. nothing could've erased it in that moment.
"you're upset because my laugh sounds nice and you don't like how it makes you feel? do you feel good hearing it?â
"stop asking me questions, percy!"
he is a menace, really, because he does what you ask and pulls you into a hug instead, burying his teasing and grinning into your hair.
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hey so i actually don't like this that much because i think i've forgotten how to write but yeah! sorry if it doesn't make a lot of sense, this is just smth off the top of my head :P i'll write something proper soon though hopefully! xx <3
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lets pretend that i didnt lost this and had to retype it
listen me listen me right !!! back to wolf toji and bunny reader with shiu as the caretaker that lets toji get away with too much but also loves spoiling you bc your just so sweet and adorable
one day, shiu comes home after running errands and tells you and toji that he got a collar to help with toji's biting problem since he knows the both of you will be going into heat soon and he doesn't want toji biting you like a chew toy
toji's grumbling, snarling at shiu that he's not putting on a damn collar but he's confused at the tiny pink thing shiu pulls out. its a cute pink collar, thick but with soft cushioning on the inside a big heart ring in the front. probably for a leash or something, but toji knows that thing isnt going to fit on him.
"it's not for you, mutt," shiu grins playfully, ignoring the glare toji shoots his way at the nickname. instead, he walks up to you and clicks the collar on you, stroking your hair as he coos at how pretty it looks on you !! "its so that if the big guy goes into rut while im away, he wont rip into your throat because he can't think with the right head," shiu jokes, flicking tojis nose.
but a week had passed since then and you had come to like the collar. not just because of how toji would tug on it to pull you into a kiss or how shiu would tug it to get your attention on him when you were fixated on something else. no, it just looked pretty on you!!
one day ur left at home with toji while shiu goes out for the day for business stuff, whatever boring things he had to do. that poor man didnt realize you were going to literally get turned into a creampuff with in 30 minutes of him leaving
toji is INSTANTLY on you when he realizes shiu is gone. poor thing is too rut-brained that he cant even figure out how to get the collar off so he's just gnawing on it, sinking his teeth into the leather as he growls about how stupid the collar is for covering up your pretty neck from him, that shiu doesn't know what he's talking about, all while he's ripping off your clothes.
shiu told the BOTH of you to let him know if either of you go into heat so he can come home and be a good caretaker and make sure you both are still eating and drinking water and that toji doesn't accidentally bite his cute lil' bun too hard anywhere. so, he expects you to tell him to calm down and wait for shiu to get home like a good little bunny, but instead you just look at him over your shoulder with the cutest little pout and tell him 'jus' the tip won't get us in trouble, right?'
and he tries, he tries soooo hard, just fucking his tip in and out of you but then you get pushed into your own heat and you go from reminding him only the tip to 'why aren't you putting in more?? do i not feel good enough??? why dont u wanna be all the way inside me toj???'
and he's shutting you up with one thrust to push all the way inside, shushing you through huffs and growls, telling you he'd stay inside of your sticky cunt for the rest of his life if he could, that you were so hot and wet just for him and he never wanted to pull out of you, keep you nice and stuffed full of his cock and cum until your tummy gets a little bigger from how full he's pumped you with his seed
cue shiu coming home to the two of you fucking like animals (hehe) on the living room couch, your face pushed into the cushions and ears flopped down while your little cotton tail is swishing around like crazy, hearts practically in your eyes when you realize shiu's home, because now he can watch and see how good toji is, see that the big wolf should be able to bite you because hes so good, he's fucking you so deep.
plus, you'd look even prettier with toji's bite on your neck instead of a collar :33
I AM LOSING MY MINDDDD
LUNNNIEEEE????!!!!?!?!??!!!????? HAKDJSJWJFVDKDNEJ YOU'RE AMAZING YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY INSANE AND I LOVE YOU. FIRST OF ALLLLL OMFG I JUST KNOW SHIU COULD NEVER SAY NO TO YOUU AAAUUUUGHHHH YOU FLUTTER YOUR EYELASHES AT HIM AND HE'S ALREADY FOLDING (AND TWITCHING IN HIS PANTS)(HE'S SO WEAK)(HE'S SO HOT). SECOND OFF AAALLLLLLLL... "GET TURNED INTO A CREAMPUFF"đđđPLS THAT MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I ADORE U SO MUCH<333
AND MMMMMMMMM TOJI'S DIRTY TALK ALWAYS FUCKING KILLSSS MEEEE FFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKKK "HE'D STAY INSIDE OF YOUR STICKY CUNT FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE IF HE COULD" đ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Ž WHATTHE FCUUUKKKKK WAIT ANDAND THE MEAN GRIN HE'D GIVE SHIU??????? HE CAN SEE THAT SHIU IS HARD JUST FROM WATCHING TOJI FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT AND IT'S ALL JUST SOOOOOOOOđ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Žđ„Ž
THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THIS FUCKIN GMEAL IDK WHAT I DID TO DESERVE YOUU HOOLY FUCKKKK<3333
#LUNNNIEEEBABYYY#HAVE I TOLD YOU RHAT I FUCKING LOVE YOU SLREADYYY#YOU AND YOUR GLORIOUS BRAINNN#FUUUUCKKKKKK#THIS IS SOFUCKIGN HOT I CNA'T#PLEAAAASEEEEEE#WANT HIM PANTING IN MY EARR WANT HIM GROWLING ANF HOWLING#MMMMMMMMMMM#WANT HIS CLAWS IN MY SKINNN#FFFFUUUUUUCKKKKKK#MWAHMWAHMWAHHHH#lTHANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUUU#RRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH#lunar <3#friends!!#toji#wolf!toji#bunny!reader#toji smut#toji drabble
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"Look, Steve, I don't have any bad feelings towards you," Eddie says, has been saying, talking nonsense, like he and Steve weren't anything more than fuckbuddies, like he isn't breaking Steve's heart. "I used you too, y'know?"
It's then Steve rears back like he been slapped. Or punched. It feels more like a gutting. Joke's on him, he supposes. Once again, he wants more than the other person. He wanted a boyfriend, Eddie'd wanted sex. Why does he keep trying? When Steve finds his voice to speak, it comes out flat and dead and not really like a question at all. "Used me. Like you think I've used you?"
Eddie shrugs, looking for all the world like he's not bothered by that statement. "We had fun, right? So it's all fine in the end."
"Fine," Steve repeats, hollow. They're in his house but Steve feels the need to leave, to run before the reality of how unlovable he truly is sticks inside him forever.
"But I think we should stop while we're ahead," Eddie continues and Steve wonders if Eddie is listening to him at all, or just saying his piece before he goes. Can he not hear Steve's heart breaking? "I want to... I want to find someone to love."
If Eddie's previous words felt like being gutted, these ones feel like cement. Heavy and solidifying. Trapping in the truth of Ever Unlovable Steve. He doesn't even feel heartbroken anymore. Just numb. Dead inside. He should say something encouraging. Let Eddie know that all he's wanted was for Eddie to be happy and loved. But words seem impossible, so he gives one jerky nod of his head. An understanding.
"Right," Eddie says, returning the nod before turning away, towards the door, "I'll just go now. Umm, see ya later, Harrington."
Facing the horrors of the Upside Down should feel like the scariest thing he's ever done but it doesn't. Watching Eddie walk away does. Steve should be able to hold it together long enough for Eddie to leave. He's the tough one. He can hold himself together no problem-
"Why can't you love me?"
Eddie whips back around, an expression on his face like confusion and anger mixed.
It's only then that Steve realizes he spoke. He hasn't meant to. He was going to let Eddie walk away but now his voice has been freed from the cement. His heart has shut down his brain it seems because he just keeps talking, voice flat and hollow, "why can't you love me the way I love you? What is so broken and wrong within me that no one loves me back? My parents, Nancy, now you. Why can't- I thought that we were- where did I go wrong?"
"What?" Eddie asks, and the anger is gone from his face but now he just looks horrified. Which is understandable. It's horrifying to be loved by Steve Harrington. "What did you think we were?"
Boyfriends. Together. Going steady. At the very least, dating without labels. But none of those very reasonable, normal answers come out of Steve's treacherous mouth. Because Steve can't seem to be a reasonable, normal person. He's got to be too much, too soon, too clingy. So, instead, he says, "In love."
Eddie looks like he's just received the worst news of his life. In fact, he looks a little sick. "Oh fuck. Jesus Christ. I can't- I thought- Fuck!"
Steve just nods along. He hadn't actually said I love you to Nancy that night at Tina's Halloween party, but he imagines if he had, the beginning of the bullshit conversation would have sounded much the same as Eddie does now; like anger and regret, the starts and stops. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have- if you want to go, you should go."
Eddie crosses the room back to Steve in half the steps he took when he first walked away, hands reaching to grab Steve's face between them. He speaks quickly and sounds panicked now. "No, no no no. I fucked up, misunderstood. I don't know how I got it so wrong. I don't want to go. I never did."
"What?"
"I am in love with you, sweetheart. I just- I didn't know you loved me back. I thought you didn't- that we weren't..."
"I thought we were boyfriends."
"Jesus, please let me fix this. Let me stay and make it up to you. I'll be the best fucking boyfriend you've ever had."
Steve thinks if he had any shred of self-worth he might step back, make Eddie explain himself, but as it is, he steps into Eddie's space and kisses him, hands pulling him as close as he can get. He doesn't want to think about the cruel things Eddie's said, about using each other. Maybe one day they'll have to hash that out, have that conversation, but Eddie says he loves him too, and that's all Steve's wanted.
#steddie#my fic#angst with a happy ending#or like maybe bittersweet end 'cause of Steve's headspace#i dunno#just a little ficlet as warmup writing#so i thought i'd share
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DID WE JUST FALL IN LOVE ?
genre. fluff. meet cute. warnings. reader owns fish. profanity. reader's thoughts are in italics. the number in this is completely made up btw i just thought of random numbers ksjdks. not proofread. pairing. leehan x fem!reader. wc. 762. request. requested by @lxvemaze. a/n. i literally wrote this like in 30 min IDK IT JUST CLICKED SKDJKSD. i love leehan. net. @onedoornet
You let out a satisfied sigh as the library doors slid open for you. It had been days since you had placed a request for a fish carebook from your local library, and finally it had come in today. Googling what to do to help your new pet angelfish wasnât giving you the answers you needed. You were nearly positive that your sweet little baby was getting bullied by your tiger barbs, and werenât sure what to do. You had already transferred her to a separate smaller tank until you read up on what to do, and you hoped desperately that the library had the fish guide you were looking for.
You scanned the shelves, fingers running across the spines of the manuals in the animal section: aquatic guides. Huffing, you let your eyes draw up to the shelf above, failing to find the care book for injured fish. You shouldâve bought a copy when you first became a fish parent, but you hadnât expected there to be so little answers online for your specific problem.Â
With brightened eyes, you spotted the spine of the book you wanted; blue and purple swirling colours on the cover just as you remembered. The Care and Keeping of Angelfish: A Beginnerâs Guide. You reached out to grab it, only to collide with someoneâs else's hand instead.
âSorry!â You quickly apologised, retracting your hand bowing your head slightly. Your eyes drew up to the man whose hand you had bumped, now holding the book you needed. Worry flooded your brainâ you needed that book. You had already waited days for it. Leaving without it would mean more days blindly giving your angelfish medicine without a proper answer.Â
But, as you finally focused on the manâs face, suddenly your fish situation was the last thing on your mind. You blinked, almost as if to see if you were really seeing things correctly. Did you just run into an angel at the library?
âNo, Iâm sorryâ I shouldâve seen you reaching for it. Here.â He stumbled over his words, awkwardly handing you the manual. You could barely focus on anything except his face. He was so⊠beautiful.Â
âYouâre⊠really hotâŠâ You whispered. Realising what you had just let out, your cheeks burned and you turned around hurriedly. With the book in your hand and embarrassment pouring down on you like a ton of bricks, you scurried over to the checkout. Scanning your library card and the book, you tried to get out as fast as possible before the man had time to question why you had just said that to him.
You groaned, the screen lagging a bit and not letting you press the âDONEâ button. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the flash of colour from the shirt he was wearing. Oh, fuck, he was coming back.
âWaitâ you think Iâm hot?â He asked, jogging up to the checkout where you were.Â
Shit, now the cute guy knows of my existence. You froze, trying to think of an acceptable defense for your earlier words but coming up with absolutely nothing.
âUh, Iâ It just slipped outâ Iâm sorry if it made you uncomfortable.â You rushed out, gripping the book tighter and wishing you could just sink into the floor. God, why did he have to be cute?
âYou like fish? Right?â He cocked his head to the side, eyes focused on the book in your hand. You hesitantly nodded, realising that there was no way you could leave this conversation without seeming even ruder.Â
âYeah, I have some pet fish, actually, soâŠâ You trailed off, pointing to the door, hoping that he would piece together that it was your way of saying you had to leave and go back to your fish.
â101-422-5730.â He interjected.Â
âHuh?â
â101-422-5730. My number.â He repeated, âBy the way, I donât think putting your angelfish with tiger barbs was the best decision. They donât like each other.âÂ
Your eyes widened. How did he�
âHow did you know that I have tiger barbs?â You blinked, wondering if this was what love felt like. Something about him felt⊠right. Maybe you didnât regret your slip up before after all. He didnât seem bothered by it in the slightest.
He shrugged, âYou just seemed like you would.â
You reached for your phone in your back pocket. 101-422-5730⊠He watched you enter the numbers, finger hovering over the âcontact nameâ section.
âKim Donghyun.â He supplied, giving you a small smile. Hell, even his smile is cute as fuck.
âDonghyun. Iâll⊠Iâll call you.â
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Could we have some soft/comfort headcannons about anyone of your choosing? It's election night and I really would like something soft for my brain to chew on instead of worry all night
Absolutely!
Imma give you a bunch of different little guys <333
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Killer:
-his cats help him a lot with sleep problems, they make him calm enough to the point of actually closing his eyes whenever heâs with them (reminder that he usually sleeps with one eye open xhxbbx)
-after heâs saved, he gradually becomes better at eating, he still avoids food that reminds him of the past but becomes more accepting of other types of food, eventually getting his bone mass and weight back, going from lanky to chubby <3333
-he eventually accepts the state of his soul and instead of trying to fix it, he tries to understand it, understand himself, he becomes a lot more gentle with his own self
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Color:
-he has albums upon albums full of pictures he took over the years, filled with places he visited, pictures of people he loves and moments he cherishes
-heâs very connected with so many people, and a lot of people find him to be a great confidant, he does a lot to help people where he can, he eventually gets the good he gave back with people taking care of him
-heâs in a queer platonic relationship with Delta and Epic
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Nightmare:
-he has piles upon piles of gifts Dream gave him for their birthday over the years, he never got rid of any of them, these gifts are something he cherishes dearly
-heâs the one to introduce Killer to Ccinoâs cafe, he actually did that with no ill intentions, and Nightmare himself is not really sure why he went out of his way to introduce Killer to the cafe
-he and Dream sometimes sit beside their mother in silence, just taking everything in, taking each other presence in, not talking or interacting, Nightmare feels peaceful during these moments, itâs the closest thing to the same feelings he had as a happy child
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Dream:
-even though he has a fallout with Ink, he eventually remedies his relationship with them, they become best friends again
-whenever life gets too much, he goes to Swapâs house and stays with the swap bros, it helps immensely
-Dream never expects to receive anything on his birthday, that expectation is broken when he receives a gift from Nightmare, he never got another gift afterwards, itâs only that one gift, but itâs the entire world to him
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Error:
-he thinks of Ink as his bestest friend in the world, heâd never admit that out loud tho dhdhhdhdh (theyâre frenemies)
-he loves geno and Fresh dearly, theyâre his proclaimed siblings, heâs more open about his love with them
-he actually takes commissions by making dolls for people who want them in exchange for chocolate as payment (his chocolate stock never runs out zgxggx)
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Horror:
-He eventually finds a better relationship with food
-he succeeds at escaping from Nightmare and managing to keep his AU (and most importantly his brother) safe in the process
-he finds himself becoming best friends with Farm
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Ink:
-his art is something others never see, but surprisingly, if you had the chance to see it, then youâd find itâs art the people they love most
-their fallout with Dream actually hurt him, so when he and Dream got back to being besties, they felt very happy about it
-he loves spending time with Color, Epic and Delta cause of their constant traveling habits, theyâre very entertaining to be around
-while they spend most his time in the doodlesphere, the second place youâll most likely see them in is with their parents in the omega timeline, he loves them with all his heart
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These are the ones I can think of off the top of my head hdhdhdhdh hope theyâre enough to rotate in your brain all day <333333
#anothers ask#color spectrum duo#killer sans#color sans#nightmare sans#dream sans#horror sans#error sans#ink sans
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The Family Business Ch. 15
WandaNat x Reader
Word Count: 2.8k
Ch. Notes: Angst, vomit, mentions of phsyical abuse, mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of death
Summary: After effectively taking care of the Fisk problem, you struggle with the moral reprocussions of that action, while also trying to deal with the truth behind your motherâs death.
An: A little quicker update than last time. Again idk when the next update will be, but just know it's coming. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter it's a soft one.
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Your mind canât seem to latch on to any singular thought. Instead they all run together in a way that makes you wish you couldnât think at all. Youâre to aware of what youâve done. You can feel the blood, his blood, all over you. His words are bouncing off the walls in your mind. Your legs are unstable and everything feels like its too much.
You donât get much of a say as your unsteady legs buckle under you, forcing you to your knees. You shake your head left to right as you feel the bile rise in your throat. Puking is the last thing you want to do, and the fear of vomiting makes tears flow down your face.
It's more than that fear. Itâs everything that Wilson said before you blew his brains out. He was right, you werenât ever a Maximoff. Just some fragile kid from a broken home, that wanted to prove themselves no matter what the cost. You couldnât even be upset at the family, they hadnât forced you into this lifestyle. This is simply the path you chose to feel like one of them.
You hear footsteps rapidly approaching behind you, you try to find the energy to get to your feet, but fail.
â Y/n,â her voice makes you feel sick.
You canât fight it anymore as the contents of your stomach begin to spill out. Wanda is by your side instantly. On of her hands moves your hair out of the way, while the other rubs soothing circles on your back.
Once it was over your breathing is heavy. Your chest heaves up and down, while your hands rest on your thighs.
âWas it true?â is the first thing you say to her.
âY/n-" you can tell she was trying to reason with you with, to have you drop this for now.
You put distance between the two of you, turning to see her face, âDid you have my mother killed?â
Wanda takes in a large breath, âShe was abusing you, every moment she had you. Emotionally torturing you with the death of your brother and physically putting her hands on you. That day when you came over and I patched you up, Pietro told us everything that he knew she did to you. We all agreed, that we wouldnât let her near you again.â
You donât know why you felt so bitter about it, but you did, âKilling her was your only option?â
Wanda shakes her head, âNo, it wasnât. We were going to just keep you away from her, but Pietro said the next few days she came to the school looking for you. She threatened him, and followed him to our house, thatâs when Papa decided to put an end to it.â
âAnd my father?â
The woman sighs, âOnce we told him who we were, he thought it was best for him to not be involved. He cared for you and loved you tremendously, but he was scared of our family.â
At the end of the day your mother was the cause of an abundance of your trauma and you couldnât blame your father for not wanting to be involved in a crime syndicate. However, your anger was pointed at the Maximoffâs for keeping this from you for so long.
âWhy didnât anyone ever tell me?â
Wandaâs eyes meet yours desperately, âWhen you were younger, we thought it was inappropriate to share that with you. You were different back then and we didnât know how you would react. When I left, I figured that eventually they would tell you. When I got back and they hadnât I was upset. I wanted to tell you, but thereâs been so much going on, Y/n believe me. When you asked in car, and I told you to trust me, I was trying to think of the right time. I just- Iâm sorry."
As much as you want to be mad at her you canât. Sheâs right, Wanda had been gone for over 5 years, how could she have known that they hadnât told you. As soon as she came back there was basically a turf war going on.
â I wasnât supposed to shoot him,â your eyes are blank as they look into hers.
Wandaâs eyes soften, âI know little krolik.â
You shake your head, âBut he brought up Lucas and I- he dared me to, so I did. It wasnât my fault. I didnât mean to. It wasnât my fault.â
You were spiraling quickly. Though you were covered in blood and had just thrown up, Wanda wasted no time wrapping her arms around you.
âI know baby,â she squeezes you tight.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I didnât want to kill him,â you sob into the woman.
She scoops you up into her arms, âWeâre going home.â
âBut, what about-â
Wanda silences you, âDonât worry about it. They will handle everything else ok, just be here with me.â
You calm for a moment before you remember that Natasha got shot because of your recklessness. You start apologizing again, âIâm sorry, Natasha got hurt because I wasnât thinking enough. I was being stupid, I should have done better. I shouldâve-â
âSheâs going to be fine, malyshka. She's been through worse,â Wanda gets you into the car and begins driving home.
By the time you get home, youâve fallen asleep. Before Wanda gets out of the car she gets a phone call from her wife.
âHow is she ?â Are the first words out of Natashaâs mouth.
Wanda has to stop herself from crying as she looks at your current state, âSheâs not well, Iâm doing my best, but Iâm scared.â
âYou took her home?â
Wanda nods though the woman canât see her, â We just pulled up. She fell asleep on the way, but she might wake up when I try to clean her off. She was throwing up when I found her. Sheâs worried about you, Iâm worried about you.â
Natashaâs voice takes a softer tone, âIâm ok detka. The bullet is out, my arm is patched.â
âPapa and Pietro?â
âWe called in Bucky, weâre trying to get a room set up at your parents house that will be suited for your father to do the rest of his recovery there. Pietro, heâs shaken up, worried about you and Y/n.â
Wanda takes in the information, âNatalia, I know I brought you out here to be apart of this with me, but I donât know if I want this lifestyle anymore.â
As Wanda looks at you, she can see the cons of this life outweighing the pros. Youâd already had a rough life before the Maximoffâs took you in, and now theyâve put you in this position where things seem to be just as bad if not worse.
Natasha takes a pause, âWeâll talk about this more when I get home and when Y/n is feeling better ok? I donât want to make any decisions without her involvement.â
Wanda agrees, âYouâre right, hurry back to me moya lyubov.â
âIâll be back as soon as I can, I love you.â
âI love you."
Wanda sighs as she glances at you in the passenger seat. For a moment, her head falls into her hands. She wants to breakdown, but she holds it all in. With another deep breath she gets out of the car and carries you up to the room.
Wanda goes to lay you on her bed, but you cling to her.
âY/n, baby itâs ok,â Wanda attempts to coo you.
âThe sheets,â you mumble tiredly against her.
Wanda has tears in her eyes as she smiles softly, â I donât care about the sheets.â
You cling to the woman tighter in protest, and she doesnât want to fight with you. Instead she carries you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter. You lean your back against the wall eyes barely open, but still able to see the woman running water for a shower.
Wanda turns back to you her hands tremble a bit as the grip the end of your blood and vomit covered shirt.
âSorry, itâs gross,â you mumble.
She shakes her head,â I donât care. Is it ok if I take this off of you?â
Your eyes open wider to meet hers properly, nodding slowly.
When she removes the shirt, her eyes linger on the scar on your abdomen from the day you left home. Her finger couldnât help but to glide over the rigged skin.
âIt needed a stitch back then, but I didn't want to see you in anymore pain. It probably wouldn't have scarred if I did,â Wanda reveals absent-mindedly.
âItâs my favorite scar, Iâm glad I have it,â you find her eyes as you speak.
âWhy?â
You look away from her, feeling shy for a moment, â I remember you letting me rest my head on your shoulder and promising that the family would protect me."
Wanda frowns, âIâm sorry, we didnât protect you enough.â
You take her hand, âIâm sorry Iâm so hard to protect.â
âNo, don't do that Y/n. We lied to you, I lied to you for years. Telling you truth wasnât some Olympic sized task. Itâs the least we could've done and it's what you deserved. Our- my carelessness lead you down this unnecessary path of pain, and Iâm sorry. I should've done better,â you listen as Wanda berates herself unable to look you in the eyes.
âYou weren't here, Wanda.â
âI shouldâve been.â
You want to do something to give her comfort but you feel disgusting in your current state. Your eyes dart over to the shower and it's as if to remember why you were in this position to begin with. Wanda sees your movements and takes a small step back from you.
âDo you still need help?â
You think for a long moment, hesitation heavy in the air. Part of you wants to push her away now that you have your bearings a bit more. However a larger part of you wants the woman to help you in the shower
âYes,â itâs breathy as it leaves your mouth.
Your hands guide hers to the button on your pants. She pulls them down gently. Wanda hesitates at the sight of your underwear. You attempt to hop off of the counter, Wandaâs hands find your hips to better guide you.
It's two swift motions as you remove your underwear. You stand before the redhead bare for the first time in this way. You stare at her waiting for something to happen. She sense the expectancy in your gaze and begins undressing.
Once the last of her clothing hits the floor she takes your hand and leads you to the shower. You enter first and she goes in after. The water against your skin feels good. It cascades from your face down your body washing away the gunk in the process.
Wanda doesnât make a sound as she begins to wash your body. Her hands light and delicate against your skin. The only objective being getting you clean. Once youâre clean she spins you around and places a kiss on your forehead.
âI don't know how I feel,â you tell her honestly.
She takes a step back from you. Youâre quick to grab her wrist and pull her back into you, âI just know that I want you close.â
She reached behind you to turn off the shower. âAs long as you want me close, I wonât ever leave you again.â
You rest your head on her chest, her arms enclose around you once again. The sound of her heart beating calms you deeply. You could fall asleep right there.
âLetâs finish getting ready and then we can get in bed,â Wanda rambles against your head.
You nod against her and after a deep breath you both exit the shower. Once youâre dry and dressed for bed, you finally brush your teeth. You climb into the bed, but youâre wide awake.
Peace nowhere to be found as a million questions race through your head.
âI didnât mean-"
âHe deserved it, Y/n. He tried to kill papa, he had you beaten, he shot Natasha, he wasnât a good man,â Wanda reassures you.
You shake your head, knees pulling closer to your chest, âLucas is dead because of me.â
âThatâs not true lisichka.â
Your eyes are quick to dart over to Natasha but you donât move. Your gaze falls to her injured arm, and itâs yet another injury due to your carelessness.
â I sent you in there and-â
âAnd Iâm fine because you saved me. In fact you saved everyone in that room tonight,â Natasha doesnât hesitate to crouch down beside the bed.
You frown, âNo matter how many people I save, I can never go back and save Lucas.â
Natasha looks at Wanda for some kind of insight into who Lucas is to you, what he means to you.
âLucas was my older brother, he would still be here if I hadnât been so careless.â
Wanda disputes this, âYou were a child, Y/n. Your parents shouldâve been watching you.â
âI have this scar on the back of my head from where skull hit the concrete. A constant reminder that heâs not here and I am.â
Natasha takes one of your hands in hers, â To me, it sounds like you went through something really traumatic as a child. Not just losing your brother, but also almost dying in the process. Going through that without the support of your parents makes it even harder to come to terms with.â
âNatashaâs right, Y/n. Youâre a victim in all of this, and going through this alone was never fair to you. You didn't kill your brother, neglect did,â Wanda takes your free hand.
âMy mom never stopped blaming me.â
âShe shouldâve never started. To abuse one child after the loss of another is a cruelty that only a monster is capable of Y/n,â Natashaâs words are a statement.
âBut did she deserve to die?â You turn your attention to Wanda.
âHow many times did she hit you? How many times did she starve you? How many times did she verbally abuse you? How many scars do you have because of her?â Natasha draws your attention back to her.
âMaybe she didnât deserve to die, but she didnât deserve to have that power of you. She didnât deserve to torment you for the rest of your life. You couldnât go out without looking over your shoulder, you flinched at every touch, and she had you thinking you were a mistake or a burden. You were just a child,â Wandaâs voice trembles as she speaks.
Natasha takes over again, âA mother doesnât treat a child in the way that she treated you. That woman barely viewed you as her child, she doesnât deserve your sympathy even in death.â
Your body begins to shake as the tears cascade down your face. You feel two sets of arms enclose you as you cry. They were right about your mother, she was an awful person. The more you thought about it the harder it was to think about anything good about her. After your brother died, you had no kind memories of your mother left. She was cruel, ruthless, and unforgiving.
After all these years, you never missed her. You hardly thought about her and when you did it was against your will. Her memory has haunted and tortured you since she has been out of your life.
âWe have you, Y/n. For as long as you want us to, â Natasha is gentle as she wipes away your fallen tears.
âWeâre going to have to talk about this, with everyone,â you attempt regain your composure .
âWe will be by your side, no matter what,â Wanda insists.
âNot just about my mom, but about Kingpin.â
Natasha nods, âYes, but only when youâre ready. Thereâs no rush for these talks or conversations. With Dragos awake now, this problem isnât falling straight onto your shoulders anymore.â
âOur main priority is you. Y/n, for once in our lives I think itâs time that the family business takes a backseatâ Wanda adds on.
The idea plays in your mind briefly. A life where the most important thing wasnât this job. No more missions, no more hacking, and no more danger. The thought wouldâve bored you before, but now with Natasha and Wanda by your side, it seemed more desirable.
You nod, âOk.â
âWe love you lisichka,â Natasha gently kisses your forehead.
Wanda follows suit, âMore than anything.â
The small smile plays on your lips, âI love you too, the both of you.â
Itâs a brief moment as you swiftly place your lips on Wandaâs followed by Natashaâs, before quick passing out from the exhaustion of the day.
âI know that look detka. Everything is going to be alright, I promise,â Natasha says, looking at her wifeâs worried expression.
âShe deserves better Natasha, I have to do better,â Wanda keeps her own tears at bay.
âYou aren't in this alone Wanda. Iâm here, lean on me, together we can build something that Y/n truly deserves.â
Natasha interlocks her fingers with Wandaâs, âI love you.â
Wanda kisses the back of her wifeâs hand, âI love you too.â
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