#in my seriously male-dominated field

[rosinasnoot]

When I was young enough to be apart from modern feminism (read: off the internet) I learned about traditional feminism (we’ll call it). “Of course a woman can be a mechanic. Hell, she might be better at it than you. Anything a man can do, a woman can do just as well. Free the nipple. Women can do STEM jobs just as well as men; they only haven’t because they’ve lacked the opportunity and they’ve been discriminated against every step of the way.” I think of this as World War II feminism, mentally represented by that “We can do it!” poster.

Modern feminism is a different beast. “She doesn’t need to be manly to be strong!” turned into “Why would she want to be manly?” turned into “Why does she need to be strong?” “Women are kind and good and wouldn’t hurt a fly (unlike those horrible MEN). Women are girly and cutesy and demure”—let’s pause here for a second so I can mention how much I loathe that whole demure trend (and the word itself)—“and it’s okay to be hyperfeminine! It’s GOOD to be hyperfeminine! In fact, you should lean as hard as you can into the stereotypes! You’re allowed!”

“Girl math” and “girl logic” and “I’m just a girl” are the new “you hit like a girl” and “are you gonna cry? Like a girl?” (or whatever) but they’re being used by women on themselves. And like. Nobody has to be good at everything. It’s fine and often (though not always) beneficial to embrace being bad at things. But it’s a problem when that embracing is ONLY coming with femininity. If a man says “I’m just a girl” he’s having a moment and joking about it in a feminine (and therefore humorous) way. But that’s the problem—it’s feminine. There’s no manly way to be bad at things. “I’m just a silly little guy” or similar didn’t take off in nearly the same way even though it was popular enough that it could have (and notice the diminutives? Even as a hypothetical it doesn’t work if it’s fully masculine).

Men and women should both be able to embrace being bad at things, having moments, being tired or silly or embarrassed, without it having anything to do with gender. We still haven’t escaped that dichotomy of man = strong and woman = weak and it’s just. exhausting sometimes.

As someone in and around their 30’s it has been INSANE to see feminism in popular media descend through

Women can wear pants and play sports and that’s equality. Women don’t just belong inside the house. This woman has a career

This woman can be a mechanic just like a man could. She’s probably still a lesbian, though, which is basically the closest to a man a woman can *be*, and explains everything. But she’s still a person!

If a woman superhero CHOOSES to wear stilettos to fight crime, that’s girl power! This comic character written and designed by men wears a bikini and has a waist size of 12 inches because it makes her FEEL POWERFUL! Girls don’t HAVE to dress boyish to be strong! She can make you a sandwich AND be a feminist! Girl power!

What, are you saying women HAVE to do boy things to be taken seriously? Who are you to tell a woman what to do? Maybe some women NEED to get their hair and nails done twice a month to feel powerful! Maybe a lot of women WANT to be stay-at-home moms!

What I don’t think you understand is that women have an inherent feminine spirituality which guides them towards maternal and nurturing paths. Women need to honour their divine female aura to keep their. Their fuckin. Their chakras together or some shit. You should put quartz up your hooha and huff wheatgrass. Leaving manual labour and science and technology to men is natural and good for you spiritually

Uh she can’t do that, that’s a blue job, she’s a pink job girly. Food? Yeah, she’s having #girl dinner, which is a handful of almonds. Time for our 15 step skincare routine, which is empowering. Hashtag #girlboss. Ew no, touching dirt? She’s just a girl. You can’t expect a girl to do that. Haha #girl logic

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SIMS ANATOMY - JAKE SIM

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

PAIRING: neurosurgeon! jake x cardio surgeon! reader

GENRE: workplace romance, situationship

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

wc: 12k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure,” you reply, curious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It terrifies you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[bbina]

women in male dominated fields | nct dream

about: giving 7dream a taste of their own medicine pairing: situationship!dream x fem!reader notes: bbina writing about situationships again.. what's new? first attempt writing for 7dream again! if u guys have any reqs (can do texts too!) do let me know hehe

mark - hittting him up after ghosting him because he posted on his instagram story

mark realized that he got ghosted by his "situationship" as haechan likes to call it and decided to write a song about it thus prompting him to post that selfie on his instagram story not expecting that you were going to see it

after posting the selfie, he shuts his phone off as he continues to produce his new song inspired by your actions. not a little while later, his phone dings. it was a notification from instagram. mark's eyes widens reading the notification on his phone. it was from you, the one who ghosted him

[yourname] y/n (♡) Replied to your story: 😍

mark fought every demon he had inside him that was telling him to not reply but for some fucking reason he just can't resist you. he inevitably replies much to his own dismay and thus, the cycle repeats

your phone vibrates in your hand. it was a notification that mark had reacted to your dm. you can feel the smile creep up on your face when you swiped up to see him typing

[onyourm__ark] hahaha thanksss [onyourm__ark] is typing...

your smile widens when you take a wild guess what his next message was. you already knew deep in your bones what his three lettered reply

[onyourm__ark] wyd?

and so mark is back in this vicious cycle. what he gets out of this? bangers after bangers of songs of course. now there he was in his studio, eagerly waiting for your reply this time around. hopefully you won't ghost him again but who knows

renjun - not replying to him despite being online

renjun constantly sent you updates throughout his day. from what time he woke up to what he had for breakfast lunch and dinner but only to be left on delivered all day

he would try to call you but it would just go straight to voice mail and that got him worried. did something happen to you? were you busy? why aren't you replying to him?

as the day finally comes to an end, there was still no message from you

that itself should've been the message but renjun thinks otherwise. when his phone lights up, he instantly jumps on it and checks if it was you

it was

you: hey i was out with ningning today. wyd?

that was a lie. you weren't out with ningning all day. you were at home, watching movies and the such while reading his messages from the notification wall on your phone. you had put your phone on dnd just because

renjun frowns at your message. you didn't even reply to any of his messages or let alone read them?

renjun: did you not get my messages? i was texting you all day

you were on your 7th movie when your phone dings again. you let out a loud sigh, seeing that it was. from renjun and not from your friends. quickly, you typed a short reply before turning your phone back on to dnd

you: srry, my bad

and with that, renjun notices the little "y/n has notifications silenced" on the bottom of the screen renjun can only wonder how much can he take from this kind of relationship. if he says something, would you finally change your ways?

jeno — hiding things from him because you knew he'd get mad

ever since that you and jeno started hanging out more and more, things have become a little weird between the two of you. you were too afraid to ask where you were at you just ignored it despite the signs being there

if jeno isn't going to say anything about your evolving "friendship" then why should you?

now here you two were, arguing in the middle of the street after he had accidentally read a text message from someone he doesn't know about some date you two are having in the next following days

"seriously? you're going on a date and you didn't tell me?" jeno argues, throwing his hands up in the sky like you had just done something illegal

your eyebrows furrowed as you feel the anger rising. why was he acting like this if you two didn't even have anything going on?

"and why will i? it's not like we're together" you argue back

jeno stops in his tracks when your words hit him like a truck

"this is why i didn't tell you. because you're literally mad at me for no reason!" you bark, grumbling about he's being irrational as you walk away from him

your words repeat in jeno's head like a broken record "it's not like we're together"

right.. you two aren't together... is it too late for him now?

haechan — "what are we?" "im not looking for anything serious rn"

being with haechan is a constant play of tug of war. yeah you're friends. friends who kiss, who make out, who go out on dates, friends who may or may have not fucked in the backseat of his car but yeah! you're friends. best of friends even

you were on his couch, straddling his lap when haechan looked at you different for the first time

"what's with the long face?" you giggle, leaning on top of him with your hands propped on the sides of his head, trapping him in between you

haechan resisted the urge to kiss you right then and there. which was incredibly rare for the man. if this was just any other normal sleepover, he would've pounced without a second thought

"nothing" haechan suddenly stands up, pushing you off of his lap

you pout but disregard it. you grab your phone to scroll on tiktok now that the mood was kinda ruined

haechan turns to the side to take a good look at you. you look so pretty just sitting there next to him. he racks his brain up for anything he can say just to break the silence but his mind wanders about your whole being in general

how you're so nice to him, how you just click flawlessly, how you just somehow make his day better with just a quirkly little message

maybe making sure we're on the same boat wouldn't hurt.. haechan thinks to himself

you were laughing at some dumb tiktok when haechan suddenly clears his throat. you look up to see him looking back at you in the eye

"what are we?"

and it's silence after that. you were too stunned to speak. for a second there you thought he'd ask you if you wanted to play some league with him but no

you laugh awkwardly, diverting your attention back to your phone. oh look, jaehyun just posted a new cover

"y/n" haechan calls your name out, now leaning closer to you

"what?"

"answer me"

you've never heard haechan sound so... desperate? and its looking like you've stayed your welcome with how the atmosphere had severely changed in his living room. you abruptly stood up from the couch, heading towards the front door

haechan immediately follows. he grabs your hand before you could hold the door knob, forcing you to look at him

"listen hyuckie, i don't know what you want me to say.. i'm not looking for anything serious right now" you mumble, avoiding his eyes

oh.

you don't hear it but haechan's heart breaks a little. so all those intimacy were just casual for you?

"i'll see you tomorrow okay? winter is asking me to come over. see you"

with that you leave haechan's apartment, leaving him alone with his thoughts. maybe he shouldn't have asked that

jaemin — telling him that you don't want to be posted

you knew jaemin had a photography account. it was linked to his profile when you first checked his social media accounts when you guys first started talking

every time you guys would hang out, jaemin always brought a camera with him. snapping photos of whatever and posting them almost immediately on his photography account

and of course he takes photos of you whenever he could. may it be scripted or candid, you will always have a photo taken by jaemin

so when he thought that you two were going somewhere, he was ready to finally post you to his account til you say some words that shook him to the core

"can you not post me just yet? i feel shy"

jaemin was alarmed with this. did he do anything wrong for you to be shy? he was almost certain that he made sure that you had the constant assurance of being with him despite not being exclusive just yet

"why? what's wrong?" jaemin asks, worried

you shrug, "i just don't want to be posted"

jaemin had to double check if he heard you right. because from all the other flings he had in the past, they were borderline begging him to post them on any of his socials til you came along

"are you sure?

"yes jaems. i'm absolutely sure" you smile, reaching over to hold his hand to convince him further. jaemin's not 100% convinced but fine. if you say so. though if it was any other person, they'd jump on the opportunity from the get go but jaemin can only guess that you were different from the rest

what jaemin doesn't know that you're not about that commitment life for now

chenle — telling him that you're still friends with your ex

it was already rare that you and chenle go out especially with your unique (for lack of better word. chenle's words, not yours) "relationship" with him, of course you just had to run into your ex in the middle of it

"y/n, is that you?" sungchan chirps, walking closer to your table to take a closer look. your eyes widened when you realize that it was sungchan who called out your name earlier

"channie!" you greet a little too excitedly for chenle's liking. you stood up from your seat, giving sungchan, who you haven't seen in so long a quick hug

chenle's eyes narrow at the way you are so enthusiastic about reuniting with sungchan after a long time. he watches you like a hawk the way your eyes are sparkling whenever sungchan makes an attempt to make you laugh

he (chenle) coughs to catch both of your attentions. sungchan is a little startled and greets chenle

"oh sorry man, i didn't see you there. my bad" sungchan sheepishly apologizes before he tells you that he'll be on his way and that he was happy to see you again. you laugh again as you bid him goodbye, watching him walk away from your table

when you sit back down, you were met with a sulky chenle

"what?" you ask, taking note of the way chenle's eyebrows were furrowed

"what was that about?" chenle murmurs

"who? sungchan? oh, he's just a friend" you brush him off like it was nothing, taking a bite of your burger

"yeah. but he's your ex, is he not?" chenle questions, frowning at the mention of your previous relationship status

you raise a brow at the latter

"we're literally just friends and i can't just let him go. i don't know why you're so bothered about it" you click your tongue in annoyance

chenle simply shakes his head, jaw clenched. the way you just dismissed him is beyond him but he guesses he deserves it for not putting a label on whatever you two have going on

guess he'll just suck it up for now

jisung — telling him not to worry about your other friends

you and jisung had a lot of common friends than you two initially thought. so much that he himself is in disbelief that you know sion out of all people

"y/n? didn't think i'd see you around here!" sion greets, coming near you with his arms open

"sion!" you smile, hugging him back

jisung looks between the two of you. since when did you know each other?

sion catches jisung's curious stare and laughs out loud, wrapping an arm around your shoulder

"y/n and i go way back! we went to the same highschool!" sion tells jisung

you giggle, head falling back to sion's shoulder as you nod your head yes in agreement

"we were in the same friend group too" you coo, poking sion's sides

jisung can only smile awkwardly at your skinship. so you two are close? like close like that?

"alright i gotta find the others. i'll see you around?" sion says but the last bit was directed towards you instead of jisung. jisung catches a look in sion's eyes that he can't pinpoint what it was

does sion have a crush on you or something?

"okay. see you around" you wave goodbye as sion walks away. you sit back next to jisung who was now fidgeting in his seat. you two aren't exclusive but you had already confessed your feelings for each other in the past

"what's wrong, jwi?" you ask, looking over at him with concern

"... you and sion?" he asks lowly, so low that you barely caught it over the sound of the music playing on the speakers

"what?"

"you and sion" jisung says seriously, finally looking at you with sad eyes

"oh!" you gasp, catching on, "me and sion are just friends, jwi" you laugh, patting his head

"... are you sure?"

you wrap your hands around him, leaning your head on his shoulder

"i have my eyes on you, dummy" you coo, poking his nose. eventually jisung does wrap his arounds you too, hearing your words. though there's a part of him that doesn't buy it. he could've sworn that sion looked at you like that. but if you said that you two are just friends, then you two are just friends.. right?

[babywriter]

It was hard enough to be taken seriously as a young woman in such a male-dominated field. You even had the added disadvantage of being particularly pretty. Younger men saw a potential date while older men, if not pervy, saw a girl which to them meant that you were ditzy and weak. 

This particular client was a man. Maybe five years older or so, you guessed. When he opened the door, he seemed surprised. And you thought he looked at you a little condescendingly. But were you going to show him. You walked inside with an authoritative air, your tools by your side. Cool, calm, collected. You started working on his cabinet right away.

Thing is, normally clients tend to leave the room when you work. You know, since they have things to do and it’s awkward to stand in the corner for an hour. Didn’t bother him clearly. You felt him staring at you. For such a long time too that it became a distraction. You figured he was looking at your butt. The man was attractive, you had to admit, but it felt so disrespectful. You became flustered. How to make him go away? There was another reason you didn’t enjoy people staring at your butt. You happened to wear diapers.

You’ve always like diapers and you had decided to go 24/7 a few years back. This was generally not a problem. Actually, it was great when you were working because you didn’t need to use the client’s bathroom. But when someone watches you like a hawk exactly where you don’t want them to look, it tends to stress you out. And of course, of course, your diaper was peaking out.

You heard a little laugh.

“Oh. Little lady.” the man said. Little lady, really? “What’s that you’re wearing underneath those overalls?”

Either he’s used to asking women what they wear, either he was doing it just for you. Regardless, you didn’t feel like answering him.

“None of your business, sir.” You answered. In spite of his awful behavior, you wanted to remain professional.

“If you’re wearing, what I think you’re wearing, you shouldn’t be dealing with all those tools!”

“Sir, if you don’t let me finish my work in peace, I will leave.”

“Oh. Are we throwing a tantrum?”

A tantrum? Who the hell is this guy?

“Alright, sir, that’s enough.” You tried to leave, but he was bigger and stronger and blocked the entryway. He held your wrists.

“Sir, let me go.”

“Oh no, little lady. Work’s not done.”

He forcefully removed your overalls. Your medical diaper was exposed. 

“Go on, keep working if you’re such an adult.” 

You obeyed, but did so red and humiliated. Nevertheless, he never left the room. Not once.

You figured that he would need to leave the room at some point. But what you hadn’t accounted for was that you would need to go to the bathroom much sooner than he would. Normally, using your diaper was a pleasure. But in this situation, it certainly didn’t feel like that. Your bladder suddenly ached and while you tried holding it as much as possible, your bladder was too weak from years of going into diapers. You barely held out for a few seconds before leaking into your diaper.

“Oh no.” you said in a high-pitched voice under your breath. You were bending down  to see the damage to your diaper. You had been completely and thoroughly humiliated. Brought down to nothing more than a baby who pisses her pants.

“Looks like princess went in her diaper! Good thing you were wearing them, baby!”

“I’m not a baby!” you bawled out.

“Shh-shh. It’s okay.” The man came to comfort you. You didn’t like him, but it did feel good to have strong arms around you. You felt safe. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s here. Daddy’s going to take of you from now on. No need to be a big girl.”

You liked being a big girl, but you had a feeling you didn’t have much of a choice.

Photo credit: Shantal from ByteMine

For more stories by me: https://reamstories.com/babywriter

[ryebread0605]

Okay, here me out...

Leona with a female reader that has a primal play fetish. Dash of a breeding kink...

Him getting a kick out of how reactive she gets, wound up when running during gym class. When their bodies clash on the field during contact sports. She's feisty and clearly not afraid to get roughed up, openly clashing with other students with a smile of delight. A lioness in all but body.

Once again yall really figuring out like all of my interests here! I actually ended up looking into more if female or male lions are more dominant but, as a lot of stuff goes either way, imma stick with the male lion being more dominant! (Ps to other anon asking for lioness reader I added you in here!)

The only female in Savanaclaw.

The only one in all of NRC.

The only non beastman since Rook.

At first, Leona was certain the other men would eat you alive.

And yet, you proved very early on you were NOT to be taken lightly.

He still remembers it, the men had decided to gang up on you and try to catch you off guard. Before he could even blink, they had all been knocked out and you had a rage he had never before seen on anyone in your eyes.

Damn was it ever hot.

He found himself craving your feisty nature, how you would glare at him during spelldrive practice when on opposite teams and how seriously you took the games. It was your way of showing off and damn did you ever. The fire in your eyes and the smirk on your face with each calculated movement you made just about made the prideful lion want to give in.

Key word: just about.

Instead, he became determined to have you submit to him. To prove that he could tame even the most wild of animals. To show he was truly in power here. Leona did always love a good chase, so make it interesting herbivore. 

(!!Smut starts here!!)

The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room, low growls from one and filthy words from the other. The bed creaked, almost as if it would give out soon under the two. 

“Look at you, such a dirty slut. All you’re good for is this, being a cumdump for me.” His voice was condescending and sharp, that dumb smirk you hated yet loved plastered on his face as his hips continued their relentless movement. You couldn’t even speak, his dick hitting the right zones so perfectly that your brain begged you to just give in while also wanting him to be meaner. 

“Aww, poor kitten lost her claws? Too fucking bad, I like seeing you quiet for once~” he laughed cruelly as he tangled his fingers in your hair and yanked a bit, not enough to cause damage but just enough to tow the line between pleasure and pain. The bumps along his cock rubbed so perfectly against your soft wet walls that hugged him tight, a sensation he adored more than anything. 

“You gonna be a good little breeding toy? Let me fill you up until you’re all swollen with my cubs? Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you whore?” He growled into your ear as his brutal pace grew faster and more frantic, his hand in your hair pushing your head into the bed more as you drooled from the overwhelming pleasure.

It didn’t take much longer for your orgasm to hit, his following soon after as the thick hot ropes of cum exploded into your cunt. He stilled, panting as sweat coated his muscular abdomen, tail swaying behind him and ears twitching a bit. Slowly, he began to pull out and laughed as you whined in response, cum dripping from your greedy hole,

“So pathetic, crying over not being stuffed? Fucking whore, you’re lucky I like to see you lose your mind to me~” he smirked once again as he flipped you onto your back and pushed your legs to your chest, allowing him to get a great view of his cum dribbling out of your swollen cunt. He gave it a few smacks, each eliciting a moan from you, before he roughly shoved back in for the fourth time that night,

“Now be a good little breeding toy and moan loud for me, Ruggie deserves a good show afterall~” looks like the Hyena outside the door wasn’t so sneaky afterall.

[strawberrykidneystone]

i’m very sorry y’all, this history major is popping out rn and i need to yap

(DISCLAIMER: this is just me brain rotting and spitballing. please do not take any of this seriously. yes i am aware that joan is not her actual name. i am just very hyperfixated on mass effect right now and joan of arc is one of my longer term hyperfixations and drawing connections between them makes me happy. anyways)

🍒while joan of arc’s visions started very young, they can be compared to the prothean visions that shepard receives from the beacon

🍒while i’m not in the business of comparing God to the protheans, technology wise? they might as well have been.

🍒joan of arc was turned away by king charles when she first told him about the visions, much like the counsel when shepard told them about the reapers

🍒the backstory most like joan’s would be the colonist and war hero. joan grew up on a farm and faces against impossible odds in her military career

🍒the discrimination both faced are very similar, especially both being women/human in male/alien dominated fields

🍒 “i’m not afraid, i was born to do this” look me in the eyes and tell me shepard wouldn’t say that

🍒also garrus telling shepard that she was born to destroy the reapers RAHHHHHH

🍒they did die very different deaths, but both were also somewhat predetermined from the start????? idk how to explain it

🍒feel free to add more or compare and contrast!!!!

[lawchwan]

they love me because i'm a woman! (law)

summary: a headcanon on how our beloved law would be as a woman requested: @makemake22 reader: gn!reader disclaimer: law is just being her fine self, suggestive content, the hearts crew are lowkey perverts but its done in a comedic way not in a violating way genre: headcanon, fluff, suggestive a/n: ugh i love fem!law so much. i wanna write another adaptation of this, so if you want a part 2 or a whole fic of this lemme know.

crossposted on ao3

what a woman she would be...

you know that song, Foxy Lady by Jimi Hendrix? I feel like that would be her theme song, not joking.

not to be biased, i feel like she would be a stunner without meaning to, much to her dismay.

she does not want to the symbol of her existence through her beauty or her sexiness.

although she never cared for labels, Law would rather be known as what the government calls her by the surgeon of death than the colloquial and dehumanizing description that men give her—hot tattooed surgeon with tits.

she fits the hot big tiddie goth mommy type, which everyone swoons over, including her own crew.

She could never deny their loyalty, she loves them as much they love her (which she’ll never admit to), but at times she absolutely can’t stand her crew—especially the male ones—when they would ogle their eyes at her figure until she raised her voice.

"Right, so, you're assigned to bathroom duties—Shachi, stop staring at my chest" Law spoke sternly, her eyes still glued down at the chart in front of her. Shachi jumped from his place, wide-eyed back to her unfazed expression. "what—how'd you know I was looking?!" he protested. Law simply rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, "Because you always do." she sighed before walking away.

Moments like these happen way too often, and if it were not for her love of her crew, she would’ve killed them a long time ago.

Ikkaku has her moments of admiration as well, but she's still the only crew member who understands her pain of being sexualized and not being taken seriously as a woman in a male-dominated field like piracy.

Bepo also gets it, but he doesn't fully grasp the idea as not only is he a mink, but a male at that. Hey, at least he got the spirit.

However, with her being the only female crew, Ikkaku still maintained that respectful captain-crew member boundary and simply looked up to Law, rather than maintaining a closer bond. (although, I'd like to think that fem!Law would have a soft spot for her and look after her like an older sister would since losing her little sister but that's neither here nor there)

Furthermore, she uses Bepo whenever she gets her period, and her cramps are aching her.

That’s just a headcanon for me, which you can disagree with me if you want, but I feel like she’d be extra sensitive on those days, and just would not care at the moment. She almost turns to a whole different person whenever she’s in her menstrual cycle.

Fem!law walks in one day while her male crew were playing in the lounge room, tears welled up and a slight pout coming out of her lips as she approached Bepo. All eyes were on her, as they await any order their strict hot captain would give out. She attempts to maintain her cool but her hormones are acting up. “Bepo… can you please come and cuddle with me? I’m in so much pain.” Law asked, her bangs falling forward as to divert eye contact from her crew. Bepo sympathetically gave her a tight lipped smile and nodded, “yeah, sure, captain, lets go…” he cooed as he got up from his seat and carried her bridal style while she place her head on his shoulder and her arms around her midriff. And that resulted in a roar from the male crew, both swooning over how adorable their captain is and from jealousy, wishing that they could be in the mink’s place instead of him.

Naturally, once the pain wears off and can be on her own, she goes back to her strict self and goes after any of her crew who calls her cute and give them any harsh duty if they speak of these events.

”I liked the old Law better” they would claim.

Fem!law, like the real Law, is cold and aloof, yet the difference is that she happens to be more maternal than she actually seems, especially towards her crew members.

She could be seen scolding them like a mother would.

"Check it out, boys, I finally caught Law's shirt that she wore yesterday—OW!" Penguin's devious choice of words put him into trouble as he felt an aching pinch by the ears as his head was pulled and pushed by the source holding his ears. "How many times have I told you to stop putting my clothes on auction?! I know money's tight, but I'm losing shirts to wear! You cannot keep going like this..." Law scolds him further as her fingers pinched harder making Penguin wince in pain. "Okay, but that would be so hot seeing shirtless around polar tang—OW! OW! I was joking, please! I was only kidding!" Shachi took another pinch as well.

"Law..." Bepo walked into Law's office with a pout. "What, Bepo?" She spoke without looking up. Bepo walked in, simply just showcasing his cut finger. Law simply shook her head as she opened her drawer, "kitchen duties?" "Yes... I cut myself opening a can..." "How the hell did you—Ugh, forget it just give me your finger..."

Now we've touched on how she acts with her crew, let's get into how she'd be when she has a crush.

Fem!Law would be the type to be very hard to read when she has a crush.

Almost like she never wants to admit that she has a crush.

When she took a peep at you, her heart almost skipped a beat, and she didn't know how she would act around you.

Unfortunately, she'll more than likely act really cold towards you. Not her intention, she just simply does not know how to confront her feelings.

That maternal instinct that you heard of made you believe it was a rumor. You felt like she didn't care about you, which hurt you a little bit the longer you stayed.

You began developing feelings and she was pushing you away without her knowing about it.

Meanwhile, fem!Law is going through her own turmoil with you.

Even though she’s cold, the fact that she runs away from any interactions with you pains her to a deep end.

Just like masc!law, she has repressed a lot of her emotions thanks to her trauma and losing her parental role.

she had developed attachment issues that takes time for her to open up.

but that’s something neither of you would open up about and the relationship remain like this for a long time…

characters are owned by oda. i will not tolerate nor accept translation, reposts on other websites, or plagiarism. divider made by mmadeinheavenn.

[hadesoftheladies]

i don't find stories about hyper-feminine bimbos in typically serious fields like medicine, science, etc. that insist "you can do both" empowering, actually. i actually regard femininity as a demeaning clown suit and i don't find it empowering to be a joke in a comedy, even if it has a nice (and i really mean "un-earned") ending. where are the shows and movies for grown fucking women that actually deals with adult topics? "can she balance her femininity in a male-dominated environment?" are not important adult problems. they aren't even existential issues women typically face and not even the story can take it seriously. like is this for twelve-year-olds?

"you can do both" yeah, and die of cancer at fifty because of the ingredients in my foundation and my supremely high cortisol levels. :)

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

Can you please do Jack Thompson x reader where reader and him don’t really like each other and argue often but then one day when the SSR does a joint mission with the FBI, an FBI agent starts being really weird, rude and creepy towards her, and Jack gets super protective. Thank you!!

"A Little Bit of Respect"

[Jack Thompson x fem!reader]

Masterlist

Summary: You might not like Jack and he might not like you, but he would protect you like his life depended on it.

Warnings: harassment, inappropriate behaviour, threats (let me know if there's anything else)

Word Count: 1.5k words

A/N: Thank you for the request love! I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you like it!

Jack Thompson was, for lack of a better term, a pain in your ass.

From his smug smirk that made you want to punch him, his constant tendency to stick his nose where it didn't belong to his sexist comments(though those were surprisingly getting fewer nowadays).

The two of you often bickered, sniping back and forth over the smallest things. He'd interrupt you during conversations, roll his eyes when you made a point, and constantly try to undermine your authority. It was infuriating. You both seemed to have a natural ability to get under each other’s skin.

"I swear," you muttered, rubbing your temples. "One day, I'm going to strangle him with my bare hands."

"Preferably not in front of any witnesses," Peggy added dryly, her voice full of the amusement that always seemed to follow when she played devil's advocate.

You grumbled. "It's worse that I must spend the entire day with him too."

She hummed in acknowledgement. "Best of luck to you, dear."

Common interests lead you to work with the FBI today. Unfortunately, Peggy and Sousa were busy with something else so it was just going to be you and Thompson. And the FBI agents that were likely all male.

---

It was straightforward—a joint operation between the SSR and the FBI to gather intel on a potential still active Hydra cell. The agents from the FBI were supposed to be professional, but as you walked into the briefing room with Jack, you felt the eyes on you.

One pair of eyes particularly frayed your nerves. You would learn that his name was Agent Martin Wells. You didn't like the way he was looking at you the entire time. You were used to lingering looks on you, for being a woman in a male-dominated field, for your figure, you were used to it all, but that doesn't mean it made you any less uncomfortable.

It was only for a day though. Hopefully.

You tried to ignore it, focusing on the mission details, but the weight of Agent Wells’ gaze felt like it was pressing on your skin. It wasn’t the curious or professional kind of stare—it was unsettling, almost predatory. And you hated it.

You caught Jack shooting glances at you too, but you couldn’t tell if he noticed what you were feeling or if he was just being his usual annoying self.

"You’re sure you’re okay with this, Thompson?" You snapped, trying to focus on something else, trying to keep the growing discomfort from showing.

Jack didn’t look at you directly. He seemed too busy listening to one of the other agents. But when you shot him a pointed glare, his smirk faded slightly, just enough for you to see the seriousness flicker in his eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

You hesitated for just a second. “Wells... He’s been staring at me like I’m some kind of... target.”

Jack followed your gaze and immediately stiffened. You saw the flash of irritation in his eyes before he returned his attention to the briefing.

"You don’t have to worry about him," Jack said in a low voice, though there was an edge to it. "Focus on the mission. We’ll be fine."

You weren’t sure if it was the way he said it or the rare softness in his tone, but something in you relaxed. Still, you weren’t about to let your guard down around Wells.

---

The mission itself was typical, though you felt like Wells was deliberately trying to edge closer to you every chance he got. Whether it was brushing against you when you were organizing supplies or standing a little too close when you were discussing strategy, the man’s presence was inescapable.

"Do you always have to get so close?" You couldn’t help but mutter at one point, after his shoulder practically bumped into yours for what felt like the hundredth time.

Wells flashed you a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "I’m just trying to help, sweetheart."

You recoiled, not liking the way the term of endearment rolled off his tongue. "I can handle myself just fine," you snapped, keeping your voice steady.

But Wells wasn’t deterred. He leaned in a little closer, his breath warm against your ear as he said, "I’m sure you can. But we both know how hard it must be for a woman like you to keep up with all this... real work."

You felt your pulse quicken, the heat of anger rising in your chest. You clenched your fists, but before you could respond, a voice sliced through the air.

"Hey, Martin," Jack’s voice rang out, and you could feel the change in his tone. Gone was the casual arrogance, replaced with a low growl that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. "Get the hell away from her."

Wells blinked, taken aback by the force in Jack’s words, but he didn’t back down right away. Instead, he gave Jack a grin, clearly not understanding the situation. "What’s the matter, Thompson? Jealous?"

"Jealous?" Jack took a step forward, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "No. But I take care of my agents."

His agent?

There was a tense moment of silence, the two men locked in some unspoken standoff. You weren’t sure if you should be relieved that Jack was stepping in—or if you should be annoyed that he was making such a scene over something you could’ve handled yourself.

Finally, Wells seemed to get the message. He huffed, stepping back with an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, alright. I’m just trying to make conversation, no need to get all worked up, Thompson."

But Jack wasn’t having it. His jaw was set hard, his hands clenched at his sides, the muscles in his back taut with restraint. "If you make one more comment like that, Wells, you won’t like the consequences. Got it?"

Wells grumbled something under his breath and turned, clearly not thrilled to be called out, but at least he backed off.

After a moment, you speak up. "I don't think threatening someone from the FBI is a good idea."

Jack rolls his eyes. "I can deal with it if it comes to that."

Another moment of silence. Then-

"Thank you. For that. You didn't need to-"

Jack’s gaze softened for a moment. "It’s nothing. Don’t let that guy think he can get away with being a creep."

"Yeah," you muttered, looking away. The last thing you wanted was to admit that his gesture meant something to you—hell, you didn’t even want to acknowledge that, despite everything, it felt like he might’ve just earned a little bit of your respect. "Let's get this over with."

---

Over the following days, the dynamic between you and Jack was noticeably different. You still exchanged barbs from time to time, but there was no longer the same hostility. There was a kind of truce between you, one that neither of you acknowledged outright, but you both felt it.

Then, a week later, you were finishing up some reports at your desk when Jack showed up.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice casual but with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. "You busy?"

You glanced up from your papers. "Not really. What’s up?"

He hesitated, rocking on his heels for a moment. "Look, I know this is probably going to sound strange, but... you want to grab a drink? You know, after work. Just the two of us."

The invitation took you by surprise. Jack was offering to spend time with you outside of work? It didn’t seem like him at all.

You raised an eyebrow, studying him for a moment. "You mean like... outside of work?" you asked, skeptical.

He rolled his eyes, oh you hated when he did that. "Yeah, I know, I’m asking you to do something other than argue with me for once. But I figured we could talk. Without all the usual bickering."

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jack Thompson, suggesting a drink. And—dare you admit it?—you found the idea... appealing. Maybe it was the way he’d apologized so genuinely. Or maybe you were just curious about what had caused the shift in his behavior.

"Alright," you said, finally relenting. "But I’m warning you now, no annoying comments. I’m only agreeing to this because I’m feeling generous."

He smirked, clearly relieved. "Of course. I wouldn’t dream of annoying you."

He walked off after that and you were left staring at the reports trying to figure out what just happened.

Of course, Peggy chooses that moment to roll her chair over to you. "Did-did Thompson just ask you out on a date? And you accepted?"

"What? No! It's not a date-"

She looked at you like you had grown another head "Right. When is getting drinks and just talking outside of work not a date?"

You opened your mouth, closed it, opened it again. "Oh my god. It is a date, isn't it?"

Then, to the surprise of you and the horror of Peggy, you smiled. "Hm."

Peggy's eyes widened as she leaned back in her chair. "You’re smiling," she said slowly, as though she were trying to comprehend the concept. "I never thought I’d see the day."

You flushed slightly, trying to fight back a small grin but failing miserably. "Shut up, Carter," you muttered, focusing your attention on the papers in front of you as if they held the answers to all the world’s problems.

You really were going on a date with Jack Thompson. The idea didn't sound that bad.

[spacelazarwolf]

good morning my hot take for the day is that trans ppl should not have to apologize for the (usually incredibly rare) situations in which we may benefit from being perceived as a cis man. if a trans guy walks into a meeting and is actually listened to and taken seriously for the first time in his life because the people in the meeting assumed he was a cis man, just let him have that moment of finally getting the respect he should have been getting all along. if a trans woman was able to obtain a high level job in a male dominated field because she’s closeted and people assumed she’s a cis man, hell yeah girl use that salary to cover electrolysis. our experiences with like. Temporary Patriarchal Benefits can be incredibly rare, so as long as you’re not using those moments to be an asshole to other people, i think we should be allowed to have those moments without the entire internet breaking out into asinine discourse.

and like this doesn’t even take into account the times where being seen as a cis man may be less beneficial, like moc facing higher levels of police violence or men in general not having their mental health taken seriously (for different reasons than for others bc lord knows women aren’t taken seriously either).

[falling-star-cygnus]

i'm here once again to convince you to consume new media :D

❗WUTHERING WAVES SPOILERS❗

-> right off the bat, stunning visuals. i lowkey love the way the token 'symbol' of the game resembles stars AND soundwaves in a way that remains prevalent

unfortunately, while it IS beautiful, it does make the gameplay a little janky. not to the point where it's hard to run, but it does feel a little like playing on slow wi-fi.

-> the worldbuilding is really cool, important figures in their cities aren't just like- a one and done sort of thing even if they aren't explicitly touched on anymore

-> MC CHARACTER DESIGNS?? amazing. i really only chose the male Rover because I couldn't tell if those were ribbons or his actual hair {i still have no idea} -> plus- the sheathing animation?? the cloud and moon? beautiful

my favorite part of any media will always be how different the characters are -> I love Chixia's baby face and her freckles, Sanhua's mismatching pupils and her mole -> YANGYANG'S FEATHER SHAPED HAIR THAT GLOWS

-> the mechanics are also incredible, modern in a sense but also like- extremely fantastical? they're a lot more complex then other open world exploration games guns replace archers, but you can also throw around a giant bird.. thing

it kind reminds of a mix of TOTK mechanics and genshin, but in it's own unique amalgamation of the two. also you can turn into creatures and repel through the air like Spider-Man

-> in all honesty, i think it's trying to take itself maybe just a bit too seriously? the storyline is rich and captivating so far but it lacks a sort of silliness and whimsy

which i understand, Wuthering Waves is trying to be it's own thing in a game where companies like Hoyoverse and Nintendo have dominated the field not to mention, the diehard fans of Hoyoverse games are rabid. if anything bares even a smidge of resemblance to genshin or hsr, it gets torn to pieces almost immediately -> it's not all fans, nor am i implying as such, but it IS a loud majority.

as always lmk if there are any other things you want me to give my thoughts on, i always love getting requests and interacting with you all >W<

[katyspersonal]

Tbh keeping my focus on the fact that the Doll is a grieving doll, so, a version of Maria "that no longer exists", really helps as a cornerstone regarding what happened between her and Gehrman! (Okay I think literally the entire fandom already knows Gehrman's "creepiness" is a localisation error, but just in case: ( x ) ( x ))

Doll reflects a version of Maria that Gehrman lost, or thought he'd lost, and no shade for him because her path as a Hunter led to her literal suicide. But she appears to be 'Bifauxnen', at least on the first sight! Gehrman was in refusal for her image as a Hunter, that just happens to coincide with masculine vibe! Did she change into it before his very eyes and he clings to her own past? Was this past never there to begin with and he just perceives it?

* There is also this thing (and Japanese media do this one often), when the character assumes different gender's role or behaviour for reasons that don't have to do with their identity! Dressing and acting masculine to be taken more seriously in a male-dominated field, or to replace a sick/missing male relative, or being pressured into it by someone close, etc. (needlessly to say this trope happens with male characters too) It is a different way to address and criticise gender roles in society by showing people pressured into change by them! Maria could be this kind of character too, wishing to "blend in" with grave-robbers and hunters better, so Gehrman in this way "freed" her from this pressure

At the same time, it is fair to assume that maybe a character was misgendered by the work itself; it is not an inherently bad concept as long as it isn't done with harm in mind, but back then when Bloodborne was made many creators had their hand tied on spilling that character is trans (some still are). We won't ever learn for sure, it is just to say that the game calling her she/lady/female hunter/etc is not necessarily a binding evidence. We literally can't know whether a GNC female character was planned or Sony held a rifle at their head to not say a character is transmasculine unless Miyazaki told us the truth, but it's fun to imagine!

There is also a possibility that the Doll represents loss in more ways than one, as in 'what now will never be'. Maybe Maria was starting to understand she was a woman (and a pretty feminine one, at that) during the events and planned to maybe properly come to terms with it after all the Hunt and horrors end! But that day never came so Gerhman gave her a life as herself she never got in the only way he could?

[tarotbydelilah444]

natal chart analysis : Selena 🌹

hi guys! I wanted to do something a little different on my blog and decided to do a birth chart analysis of Selena Quintanilla-Pèrez, just for fun and out of curiousity. Lately, I’ve enjoyed rewatching the iconic movie about her life and even listening to my fav songs by her, and i decided why not take a look at her chart and interpret it! This is my first time doing an analysis on her chart, so please be kind and respectful. without any further ado, let’s get into the “Queen of the Tejano Music” chart. By no means am I an astrologer, so keep it cute in the comments.

Selena was born on April 16, 1971, which makes her an Aries Sun. If we break down her birth date, it sums up to 11 [ 4 + 1 + 6 + 1 + 9 + 7 + 1 = 29 —> 2 + 9 = 11 ] . This makes her a life path 11, which is a master life path number. Life path 11s are considered the highest octave of life path 2 (high vibration of life path 2). There purpose is quite similar to life path 2’s, as they are meant in this life is to understand and share the feelings of others. Life path 11s are extremely intuitive and empathetic in nature. They tend to take on other people’s experiences and feelings very easy. They are compassionate and are constantly seeking balance and harmony in all things in life. They tend to be very loving and peaceful people to be around. Life path 2/11 are represented by the energy of the moon. This makes sense because Selena’s name is simply translated to “Goddess of the Moon”. She naturally had a goddess-like presence to her that took the world by storm. She is still loved and adored by so many people to this day. She was known for her compassion, charming, and creative personality. Life path 11s tend to be big dreamers or have big dreams that they want to accomplish in life. Selena had dreams of opening her own boutique and even doing an English crossover album eventually as her stardom increased, however she never got the chance due to her untimely death. Lastly, life path 11s tend live quite karmic lives and their lessons in this lifetime is to listen to their intuition, make an impact/difference, and set boundaries. 

Selena definitely made a huge impact in the world, specifically speaking, in the music world. She was the first Latin American woman to break open the Tejano music scene to make it accessible for other Latina women in the music industry that would follow after her. Her music and voice gave Mexicans, and other Latino-speaking cultures an identity in the world. She had to work extremely hard to break these barriers to be taken seriously, due to her being a woman in a male-dominated industry, but also because she didn’t fluently speak Spanish. She invented a new sound and her personal style was completely evolutionary and ahead of its time, as many people still recreate her iconic looks to this day. Life path 11s tend to be best of the best in their field, or considered “iconic” or even “legends” that will go down in history forever and be talked about even after their death or if they choose to retire. 

Selena’s Houses (1st to 12th house) *Mainly focused on her planetary placements in her natal chart*

1st 🏠: Aquarius Rising (North Node)

🌹 Although there is no specific birth time set for Selena that has been confirmed to get her accurate chart, many astrologers believed that she was an Aquarius Rising.

🌹 Aquarius rising are very innovative and are the trendsetters of the zodiac. They are known for breaking down barriers and changing the norm. Selena definitely broke barriers in the Latin market, she was the most recognizable and awarded Latin American artist in history. She is after all reigned as the “Queen of Tejano Music” or the Tejano Madonna of her generation. Not only was she known for her amazing contributions in the Tejano music world, she was known for her impeccable and innovative fashion sense. Her most iconic looks were often handmade by her earlier in her career, and she often sketched and designed her looks for herself and Los Dinos. 

🌹 Her most iconic outfits, or at least the first thing that comes to mind, is her bedazzled bustier that was worn by other pop icons, like Madonna, Janet Jackson, and Paula Abdul during her time. Although she drew inspiration from these iconic women, she created something unique and that became her signature style. Aquarius Risings are not afraid to color outside the lines when it comes to their appearance. They will experiment with their hair, aesthetic, sound, and style many times throughout their life. They are meant to stand out from the crowd and create something that is original. Many people tend to try to recreate some of her iconic outfits, specifically the purple sequin jumpsuit, she wore to perform at the Astrodome before her death for Halloween.

🌹 Aquarius rising or pretty much any Aquarian placements in a chart, are huge humanitarians. They want to make an impact on the world, or they are meant to leave an impact on the world for better or for worse. Selena was definitely influential and she made a huge impact on the Tejano music scene. She created a sound that was like no other, that inspired many others that would come after her. She also gave those in the Latino community a voice and identity that was often overlooked and marginalized. She had a sense of strong pride in her Mexican heritage and encouraged other Mexican Americans and Latino communities to embrace their identity with pride. She also loved her fans, like her fans meant the world to her. She never wanted to disappoint them in any way. She always treated her fans with kindness and respect, never acting as a diva, but as a relatable “homegirl”. She also often credited her fans for her success, due to their undying support, even from her early beginnings in Los Dinos 

🌹 Aquarius rising are forward-thinkers,  popular, independent, creative, jokesters, remarkable, quirky, stubborn, unique, open-minded, freedom-loving, rebellious, and eccentric, which I believe Selena displayed a great deal of these traits when you looked up interviews, and videos of her. She doesn’t seem to take herself too seriously and is always seen smiling, laughing, pranking others, and cracking jokes. 

🌹 Her North Node was also placed in her first house, and she was known also as “Artist of the People”. Her music and her contributions in the music industry, as well as public figure help uplift her community and the collective consciousness. Her North Node in Aquarius points to her purpose in her current/recent lifetime, what she was set out to do and achieve. She was meant to break down barriers and embrace a new and innovative way of life. She was meant to give back to the collective or her community, to uplift those who have been oppressed, marginalized, and ignored by the system.  She was supposed to focus on building connections with others and using those connections to help elevate her identity or sense of self. She was meant to stand out and embrace the parts of her that made her unique. 

2nd 🏠: Pisces (Venus)

🌹 Selena’s Venus is placed in the mystical and ethereal sign of Pisces, located in her second house, which explains her beautiful, enchanting, yet sensual vocals that touched so many people’s hearts. She sang from a place of love and deep empathy, some of her songs surrounded the theme of love and loss. She felt deeply connected with her fans on an emotional, physical, and spiritual level since Pisces is a water sign and tend to be very empathetic in nature. She had a contagious and beautiful presence that will always be remembered and cannot be replicated. She had a healing presence and profound impact on those that knew her and even those they didn’t know her personally.

🌹 There was no doubt that she wasn’t beautiful, both on the inside and outside. Her face card was 💯 valid and body was tea. Many people wanted to know her beauty secrets and how she maintained such an amazing figure and she always seemingly joked that she didn’t follow as specific diet or even pay too much attention to her weight. She often ate whatever she wanted (she was a huge foodie) and she was and still is the standard when it comes to beauty.

🌹 A natural giver and empath placement. There was no limit to what Selena would give, which can be both a blessing and a curse. Pisces placements are natural givers and they tend to sacrifice their wants and needs for others, and even lack boundaries, which can make them susceptible to being taken advantage for their kind heart. Venus in Pisces can be blinded by their love for others and tend to over give to people that may not appreciate their love & generosity. They are the kind of people that will give the shirt off of their backs for another. With her Venus placed in the 2nd, she attracted people that used her for financial gain (since the 2nd house is an earth, and Venus is the natural ruler of Taurus). This can also indicate that Selena enjoyed spending money on her friends, family, and those that were close to her. She may have also struggled setting clear boundaries or even saying “no” to others because she had an innate tendency to help those in need in anyways she could. In addition, she could be very forgiving and willing to give those that hurt her, more chances than she should.

🌹 A lover at heart. Pisces is a very beautiful and comfortable placement for Venus. Selena loved deeply, like she loved people with her whole being and there were no boundaries in how she expressed and gave love to others. Selena was in love with the idea and dreamt about being in love, a true hopeless romantic. She often trusted and led with her heart, she did things that made her feel right, making decisions based on feeling and emotion rather than logic. She wanted to see the best in people and even bring out the best in people which could make her sometimes a bit naive when trusting others, however they ate truly likable and lovable.

🌹 She was also a talented dancer, since Pisces rules over the feet.

3rd 🏠: Aries (Sun & Chiron)

🌹 As we know, Selena was an Aries Sun. The Sun is exalted in the sign of Aries, since the sun is a fiery luminary with it being the natural ruler of Leo and Aries, being a fire sign ruled by the planet of war and aggression, Mars. Although, Selena was down to earth, she had a fiery and dynamic exterior. Aries are known to be a stubborn, hot-tempered, independent, risk-takers, impulsive, passionate, adventurous, loyal, confident, and a natural born fighter.

🌹 With her being an Aries woman, she is naturally attuned with her masculine energy and able to channel this energy with ease. She understood her power and use it in her favor. Selena was meant to lead in this lifetime and she surely accomplished that. Aries women and men are natural born leaders, they were born to be independent and not follow behind anyone, nor do they play second place to anyone. This is another indicator of being a barrier breaker or challenging social norms. They don’t simply accept nor follow the status quo and will gladly break the rules and create their own rules to follow. They are unlikely to back down from a challenge, but rather embrace them and won’t stop until they conquer it. This definitely is related to Selena’s strong will to learning and teaching herself how to speak and sing in Spanish fluently. Aries is the first on the zodiac wheel and are usually known to be the “first” at something in life. Selena is still known as the first female Tejano artist to win a Grammy in that category and to dominate in a male dominated industry.

🌹 Selena was likely a tomboy in her youth. She seem to always like playing with the boys or even into rough-housing. She may have enjoyed playing sports or even activities that allowed her to be free and active. This can also be an indication in how she approached the Tejano music scene, since it was dominate by mostly men and rarely women found success in the music industry. She never backed down a challenge and often known to be a risk taker, so if you told her, she couldn’t do it, 9/10, she would come back to prove you wrong.

🌹 Aries or Martian influenced women are natural sex-symbols and tend to be very comfortable in expressing their sexuality and sensuality. They are so confident and strong willed, they obviously take the title of being a “bad b*tch.” They know what they want, and do as they please with no permission. Selena embraced her sensuality, she never hid or downplayed it, and she managed to do it all in a tasteful and elegant way.

🌹 With her Sun being in the 3rd house tells more about how approachable and sociable she was. She loved to learn new things, get to know others, and she likely got bored very quickly with things and was always in search for the next exciting thing. Sun in the 3rd house people tend to leave things fairly quickly without having to try too hard, it almost as things come natural to them. She was someone that was always on the go, never being able to sit for too long. She was probably good at talking herself out of trouble and manipulating others ( in a good way) to get her way. These individuals are very charismatic and charming, they have the ability to make anyone smile, or laugh, whether through jokes or doing something completely silly. She was truly a fun person to be around. This is also a indicator of being popular or being well-received by others. Many people loved and adored Selena because she was relatable and true to herself. She had a natural way of making people feel special and like a friend, she treated everyone she came across equally.

🌹 Her sun in the third house indicates her early career start. Her father formed Selena y Los Dinos when Selena and her siblings were relatively young. Selena performed at many places within her community, such as weddings, festivals, quinceaneras, and birthdays, before becoming well-known in the music industry. Her Chiron is also located in her third house with her Sun. Chiron represents our traumas and how we heal those traumas, in this case, Selena barely had the time to enjoy her childhood or truly be a "child" due to the demands of being a child singer. Her Chiron in the 3rd house can point to some unhealed wound that she may have inherited from her father in her lifetime since the sun represents the "father" in astrology. Selena's father, Abraham was a singer and a part of the original Los Dinos when he was a young adult. He was inspired to be a singer, but his career failed to take off, so I believe that Selena incarnated into this lifetime to live and complete her father's dream. She may have also struggled with embracing her own identity (her wants and needs vs, other people's wants and needs). Lastly, this placement can even point to having issues with friends or family at some point.

🌹 Selena could be stubborn and impulsive at times, like most Aries people, they don't like being told what to do or even underestimated. They are very impatient and want things right away rather than waiting which can lead to some conflict along the way. For example. Selena eloped her husband and fellow bandmate, Chris Perez when her father found out and disapproved of their relationship. Her love for him was enough to make her risk her relationship with her family and potentially get the group disbanded. She was determined not to give up on Chris and knew the only way he would be accepted by her father, was if she and Chris got married.

4th 🏠: Taurus (Mercury Rx & Saturn Rx)

🌹 Selena's 4th house in Taurus can give us a preview of her childhood. With it being in Taurus, Selena inherited her father's love for music and singing since Taurus rules over the neck & vocal cords, in addition to the planet of Mecury, which shows how we communicate and how our voices sound. Music was definitely a big element in her childhood, even with her getting her start playing with her siblings in a band.

🌹 Saturn in the 4th house can speak of Selena growing up before her time and having to take on big responsibilities at a young age. She simply did not have the luxury to enjoy the pleasures of being a child. Work was definitely more important than play. Selen may have felt immense pressure to take care of her family and to ensure the stability and security of her family. This is a placement that can indicate having a strict parent or growing up in a strict household. Selena's father was known to be very strict and controlling when she was growing up. He would expect Selena and her siblings to practice for hours and push them to get better at their craft. Selena's father was very overprotective of her, as she was the "baby" of the family. Saturn in the 4th can also show that Selena came from humble beginnings and a family of hard workers and hustlers. Through struggles, Selena learned how to stay resilient, determined, humble, and hardworking which helped mold her into becoming the person she was and having such success career-wise at such a young age. She never forgot where she came from. It is possible that Selena may have been fearful or worried about failing her family or not being able to live up to the expectations placed on her. She also may have felt like she had to have it all figured out.

🌹 Mercury is placed alongside her Saturn in the 4th house. This can show someone proud of their culture and family background, Selena often talked about how proud she was to be a Mexican American. She also encourages many other Mexican Americans and Latinos to be proud of their heritage. She was born with a Mercury Rx in her chart which can show an amassing amount of talent in whatever profession they choose to pursue, but specifically when it comes to professions that involve music, writing, singing, or public speaking. Her Mercury was placed in the sign of Taurus so that obviously shows her innate talent for singing. People with Mercury Rx in their chart tend to also be psychically inclined or insightful, but since it is in Retrograde, it can be clouded by illusions and a constant need to revisit and review their life and the choices they've made.

7th 🏠: Leo (South Node / Descendant)

🌹 Leo over the 7th house has a larger-than-life approach to their interpersonal relationships. They have the biggest hearts regarding their friends and partners (7th house = business partnerships, spouse, and open enemies). These people are generous, loyal, and loving and expect these qualities from their partner(s) in return. They are likely to show off their partner with pride to show the world that they are devoted to their partner and to ensure that everyone knows that what mine is mine. With Leo in the 7th, these folks are quite possessive of their partner and can become jealous or get their ego bruised, if they don't feel the love, attention, and effort are being reciprocated. I noticed that this placement requires a partner who will not be insecure or jealous of the attention that they receive. They need a partner that will support and cheer them on and they will do the same in return.

🌹 It's quite ironic that Selena's 7th house is in Leo, which is such a dramatic and glamorous sign, and she married Chris Perez, who is a Leo Sun, and clearly presents himself as the opposite of a stereotypical Leo man. Chris Perez has described himself as a relatively laid-back, reserved, and pretty chill guy in the book that he dedicated to Selena. If you look up interviews with Chris and Selena, he tends to keep a low profile and seems to be uncomfortable when he is given any attention from the public. He always seems to be far more comfortable on the sidelines supporting Selena. IMO, this is what balanced them out as a couple because we are aware that opposites attract. Selena was a huge extrovert, she enjoyed socializing and was comfortable being in the spotlight. Selena was not afraid to show him off and proclaim her love for him in public even when she was encouraged not to announce her marriage to Perez to her fans because her management believed it would damage her image.

🌹 Her South Node in Leo can indicate that her relationship with Chris was definitely a past-life connection. Selena and Chris definitely knew each other in another lifetime and they always described their relationship as "love at first sight." They had a forbidden love hence what may have inspired her song, Amor Prohibido, in which her father did not approve of her relationship with Chris. Aside from Selena's stardom, I would go as far as to say that Chris allowed Selena to be herself, she didn't have to be "Selena" with him. He gave her the space to be free and let her hair down, in ways she had never been able to. They made each other inner child feel safe and loved. Huge Soulmate Energy!

🌹 The 7th house or South Node / Descendant can also describe who we were in our past life and highlight the themes of a previous life that we lived before incarnating into our current life. It also talks about the lessons that an individual has learned in their past life and also the energy that we bring into our current incarnation. Selena's 7th house in Leo could indicate that Selena may have been royalty or a public figure in her past lifetime since Leo rules over royalty and fame. Selena was always destined to be in the spotlight regardless if she was aware of it or not. Leo Descendants are comfortable with being the center of attention and expressing themselves to the public. This can further explain why Selena always seems to come alive on stage when performing in front of thousands of people, she had a larger-than-life presence and owned the spotlight. After all, she was known as the "Queen of Tejano Music" or La Reina, which is translated to "queen" in Spanish for a reason.

8th 🏠: Virgo ( Pluto Rx)

*Long Interpretation*

🌹 The 8th house is home to Scorpio. Scorpio is the house of life, death, and rebirth. Selena had a Pluto Rx in the 8th house and Pluto feels at home in the 8th house because it is the natural ruler of Scorpio. This energy destroys everything before reinventing itself time after time. People with this placement tend to be very psychic and intuitive when they tap into this energy and master it, which can guide them in life. Scorpio is a fixed water sign, and they tend to have a strong intuition and are given insight into things that are lurking beneath the surface. With a retrograde, Selena was very intuitive, but she didn't always listen to her gut in some situations when she should have. This also ties into her being a Pisces Venus, where these individuals want to see the best in others and tend to be taken advantage of because they refuse to accept people for who they truly are, even after the truth has been revealed. Selena's Pluto in Rx can also show not being aware of what is happening beneath the surface or remaining ignorant of the truth to avoid it. This can definitely explain her relationship with Yolanda, which again is ironic since Yolanda is a Virgo Sun, and her Sun illuminates Selena's 8th house of Virgo. As we know, Yolanda was Selena's fan club president and former best friend. The 8th house can talk about what we inherit, debts, loss, how we transform/reinvent ourselves, death, other people's resources, and secrets. Yolanda was able to have access to Selena, due to being a huge fan, and her ability to meticulously manage her fan club. Virgos are very analytical and organized, and values stability as a earth sign. They tend to pay close attention to small details which helped her gain access to Selena at the height of her career. It can also show that Yolanda provided the stability that Selena lacked since she was very multifaceted and had many things on her plate most of the time. The problem is that Yolanda's Sun in Selena's 8th house can talk about how Selena gave Yolanda purpose because the Sun in astrology also represents our "purpose" and "identity". Yolanda became relevant because of Selena and she made Selena the focal point of her life which came across as possessive and obsessive when it came to her relationship with Selena. People with their planets in your 8th house have access to your secrets/private information and resources. Yolanda was stealing from Selena's fan clubs and boutiques to fund her own lifestyle. I would not be surprised if Yolanda knew secrets and personal information about Selena that she could've possibly held against her to keep Selena in her life or even reveal personal information to gain attention and power over Selena. Jealously is also a big theme with people that have their personal planets in your 8th house and this is a definite indicator of why I believe that Yolanda was jealous of Selena, even wanting to be like Selena, or even wishing she could swap lives with her, if she could.

🌹 Selena having Pluto Rx in the 8th house could've made it difficult for her to see other people's motives and intentions. She was often blinded by the surface of what people presented to her rather than accepting and seeing people as they were. This is why I believe that it was difficult for her to cut ties with Yolanda because she truly trusted her, and she couldn't believe that Yolanda would betray her in the way that she did. Pluto Rx placements have a hard time letting things go and since I am referring to her relationship with Yolanda, she had a hard time accepting the betrayal and ending the friendship for good, even after Yolanda's true intentions were exposed. On a lighter note, folks with Pluto in the 8th house are resilient as f*ck. Life will throw them tons of curveballs and they will manage to always come back on top with the battle scars to prove it. Selena may have dealt with a to of obstacles in her path, but she always made it work and never gave up no matter how hard things got. These individuals will always have to deal with control issues in their lifetime. This can present itself as themselves trying to control others or others trying to control them, but in Selena's case, her dad and Yolanda tried to have power over her. Power struggles are very common if found in the individual's chart.

10th 🏠: Scorpio (Midheaven or MC)

🌹 First things first, having a fixed energy in your 10th house will always indicate fame or notoriety in my opinion, and in this case, Selena was once again meant to have great fame or become well-known in this life. The 10th House or Midheaven can talk about a person's legacy, public persona or how they are perceived by the public, career aspirations, achievements in profession, and social status. Selena had her Midheaven in the sign of Scorpio. She was able to reinvent herself many times throughout her career. Her career trajectory went through many ups and downs and was constantly shifting in a new direction. This can also show how she was able to achieve so much in such little time.

🌹 Selena fulfilled her destiny in this lifetime and she did what she was meant to do during her life. She truly left a mark on the world that will continue to live on forever. She passed before she could truly enjoy her success and recognition, but her music and legacy will live on and continue to increase for years to come. This is a huge indicator of a person's legacy blowing up tremendously after years of struggle, but in this case, her legacy continues to grow even after her passing. Even in death, people are still fascinated and intrigued by her story and how much she achieved at the tender age of 23.

🌹 Referring to her public persona, Selena changed the world with her beautiful and powerful voice, along with her angelic presence. She made the world a better place by using her gift to transmute or transform the collective on a subconscious level. Selena was also very popular and even more popular since her passing. She has an undyingly loyal fan base to this day, her image and her music still resonate with many people, which can explain why in a way, many people can still feel her essence, even after almost 30 years since her passing. She will forever live on in the public consciousness and be reintroduced to newer generations to come. People with Scorpio, or Pluto in their 10th house can become immortalized and celebrated even in death.

11th 🏠: Sagittarius (Moon, Jupiter Rx, and Neptune Rx)

🌹 Selena was the epitome of a Sagittarius Moon. If you look up photos and videos of her, she is always smiling her big beautiful contiguous smile, laughing, or always in a happy mood. People with Sagittarius placements are adventurous, curious, free-spirited, optimistic, and full of life. They love to have fun, they never take life too seriously, and likely go on to have an exciting and fulfilling life. They are also the life of the party, they will bring good vibes and good energy to any occasion. Some even believe that Sagittarius placements are lucky or hit the jackpot in life. Selena was someone who wanted to live life to the fullest, she always was on the go and showed no sign of slowing down. If she wanted to do something, she would do it! She did things that made her happy and fulfilled her at the end of the day. Selena was the type of person who had big dreams and goals for herself, and she stopped at nothing to achieve these goals for herself. Her moon is placed in the 11th house of friendships, wishes, desires, and social causes. There have been many accounts that Selena wanted to have a larger farm with lots of animals, have five children, make an English crossover album, open more boutiques, design clothes, travel, have a perfume line, and possibly even more dreams before she passed. Sagittarius's motto is "Go big or go home" or even "Anything is possible if you just believe in yourself". She was a big dreamer and very passionate about her dreams and goals.

🌹 Her 11th house Moon could also point to a deep connection and appreciation for her fans. Selena loved her fans and always credited them for her success and their support before she became well-known worldwide. With this placement, this means that she had an expansive or big fanbase from all over the world since Sagittarius and Jupiter "expands" whatever it is placed in a natal chart. She had fans of different nationalities, ethnicities, and cultures who appreciated and loved her music.

🌹 The Moon can also show us our relationship with women or feminine energies in our lives, specifically our relationship with our mother. I think that Selena drew inspiration from her mother, who even encouraged her dreams and constantly pushed her to go after what she wanted.

🌹 If Selena were alive today, she would definitely be a philanthropist and continue to help those in need. She would have liked to give back to charities, volunteer, encourage others to volunteer, help the poor, and even fight against injustices within the Latino community and other world issues. Selena actually started to go to local schools and encourage kids to stay in school and stay away from drugs. She often used her platform to talk about certain issues that she was passionate about. She helped organizations like Toys for Tots, and The Boys and Girls Club, helping hurricane survivors in Florida, raising awareness for AIDS, providing school supplies for kids, and became a spokesperson for domestic violence prevention. She served as an inspiration for those who looked up to her.

🌹 Her Moon in the 11th house can indicate having a lot of friends from all walks of life, but since Selena's Moon is in Sag, she would've had friends from different backgrounds, religions, genders, races, and cultures. She was possibly also a "mom-friend" and she treated her friends as family. Everywhere she went, she was able to make a friend.

🌹 Selena also had Jupiter Rx in the 11th house in Sagittarius. Once again, Jupiter is exalted in Sagittarius because it is the natural ruling planet of Sag and Pisces. Again this talks about her big personality and her larger-than-life presence due to how she was active and popular she was in her community. I would even go as far as to categorize this placement as the "America's Sweetheart" aspect. She was widely known locally before becoming an international star. This placement is a huge indicator of being well-known and well-received by the collective. Jupiter Rx does not mean the individual will not receive abundance, blessings, and luck, but they must work harder to put themselves out there to get opportunities that will bring them abundance, blessings, and luck in this lifetime. Selena y Los Dinos was formed in 1981, and they had been performing small gigs for some time gave them a bit of traction on a local level, but they did not begin gaining more recognition until the late '80s into the early 90s. Jupiter in the 11th house can show receiving awards after many years of hard work and effort. Selena received a total of 67 awards and 86 nominations during her career, but she never allowed her awards to get to her head, she remained humble and always focused on performing her craft. Her Jupiter Rx can also point to her feeling at times doubtful of her abilities or even skeptical of taking new risks in her career. This was shown a lot in the series and movie about her life, on how she always wanted some type of reassurance from her family and friends, especially, when she was working on her English crossover album and had to work with a new team as her career elevated to the next level.

🌹 Finally, Selena had a Neptune Rx in the 11th house. Neptune is the planet of illusions, dreams, and fantasies. It is the natural ruler of Pisces and is known for blurring the lines between real and imaginary to confuse the individual. People with Neptune Rx tend to have extreme difficulty with setting healthy boundaries between themselves and others. They must learn how to separate reality from illusions that have clouded their judgment. Since this refers to Selena's house of friendships, this can point to her relationship with Yolanda, and how she was clouded in her perception of Yolanda as a friend, mentor, and business partner, she could trust, that she was unable to truly see Yolanda for who she really was, as a sheep in wolf clothing. It has also been mentioned that many people warned Selena about Yolanda's behavior and treatment towards staff, yet Selena chose to ignore Yolanda's true intentions until it became too late, which played a major factor in her untimely, yet tragic death. This placement can also point to her friend(s) wanting to emulate and betray her.

12th 🏠 : Capricorn (Mars)

*Trigger Warning*

🌹 Mars is a great place for Capricorn, as people with this placement tend to be extremely hard-working. They invest so much of their energy and effort into their work and passion and never stop until they reach the top of the ladder to success. Capricorn is represented as the "sea goat" in astrology, and goats are known for climbing arduous mountains to reach the top, to stand proudly and firmly on. Capricorn is also the most hard-working and tedious sign in the zodiac. Life's lessons teach these people many things, and through every lesson, they continue to stay resilient and eventually reach their highest potential after putting in many years of dedication, grit, sacrifice, and commitment. Selena was a self-proclaimed hard worker, she never took a day off while on tour and dedicated every bit of herself to mastering her craft and climbing the ladder of success. She never expected things to be handed to her and knew from a young age that she had to work extremely hard to get what she wanted out of life. The downside to having Mars in Capricorn is that they tend to be chronic work alcoholics and never seem to know when to take a break and smell the roses once in a while. They also like to be in control and can be very critical of their work or even the amount of effort they put into their job or a project. Selena's Mars in Capricorn benefited her throughout her career, as she had to learn from a young age how to handle rejection and stay resilient. Giving up is rarely a choice for these people, they will try 100 times over until they finally receive a "yes". This is also a strong indicator of her being a "boss" or a successful businesswoman. It took her some years to be taken seriously in the music industry with her being young and a woman in a male-dominated field, but this made her competitive, disciplined, and a triple threat in the Tejano music scene.

🌹 Her Mars place in the 12th house shows that she did a lot of work behind the scenes to reach her goals and gain the success that she had. She was likely treated and perceived as the underdog by many people before she became a household name. Some people underestimated her abilities and her ability to last in the entertainment business, mainly because of her gender. She was able to use the criticism that she received as a stepping stone to cement her place in the industry and as a "told you so" moment to prove anyone who ever doubted her wrong. The 12th house can talk about hidden agendas, our karmic debts, life after death, the subconscious mind, dreams, and sacrifice. With Mars in the 12th, many people secretly wanted to dominate or have control over her, mainly the people that she knew and trusted, but was not aware of. Capricorn is the "father" or authoritative figure of the zodiac. Capricorn often gets the reputation of being cold, harsh, strict, and controlling. Capricorn placements teach us harsh and karmic lessons to help us grow and mature. I would definitely say that Selena's father wanted to have control over her, more specifically, her status, legacy, reputation, dreams, and career, but luckily she found the courage to follow her dreams and take control of her own life. Furthermore, the 12th house shows the karmic debt that we carried from our previous lifetimes. Mars is the planet of chaos, abuse, violence, accidents, aggression, and conflicts. It is relatively a harsh planet for the 12th house because the planet behaves and operates in a hidden and unexpected way. Selena, in her previous life, lived a very violent and karmic life. She was possibly surrounded by themes of war, violence, abuse, and total chaos. She possibly even died prematurely in her previous lives, as well before completing her life's purpose. She also lived and died a karmic life in this lifetime as well. Now let's bring down, the final year of her life. The 12th House also talks about our hidden enemies, people that we are aware of, and who have secret agendas to destroy or lead to our downfall. Selena's hidden enemies were people that she worked with, or who served as an authoritative figure in her life, this could be her father, older sibling, or even mentor (someone we look up to or hold a deep reverence for).

🌹 Mars in Capricorn can show that Selena's hidden enemies were people who were envious of her work ethic, success, achievements, social status, financial success, and what she built for herself. Her Mars is at 20 degrees of Capricorn, which is a Scorpio degree. In astrology, Scorpio is the sign of death, rebirth, and transformation. It symbolizes destruction and violence. The 20th degree can mean jealousy or revenge in her chart. This further clarifies that Selena was murdered out of sheer jealousy by her fan club and former best friend, Yolanda. Yolanda wanted to still be in Selena's life even after stealing and betraying her best friend. She was upset and vengeful because she no longer had access to Selena and that meant she was losing the power that she thought that she once had over Selena. She used manipulation to keep Selena from abandoning her by lying about being r*ped in Mexico, lying about the whereabouts of missing documents, and even threatening to commit suicide. Lastly, Mars talks about violence, aggression, and accidents. Yolanda claimed that she did not intentionally mean to shoot Selena, which I believe is utter and complete bullshit since she bought a gun, days or a week before meeting with Selena on that faithful day. Yolanda claimed she brought the gun for protection against Selena's father. Mars also rules over weapons and wounds, so it can be inferred that an argument or fight broke out that eventually led to Selena being shot and killed by Yolanda.

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Delilah

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Prologue

pairing: logan sargeant x fem!oc (daisy shaw)

genre: written

based on the 2023 season

series masterlist / next

Breaking Barriers: A Conversation with Daisy Shaw

by spencer conway

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From the moment she welcomes me into her charming but surprisingly humble home in Newcastle, England I understand why there is such a hype growing around Daisy Shaw. The trailblazing driver is set to embark on her sophomore season in the world's most prestigious racing series. With her steely gaze and quiet confidence, she exudes a sense of determination that belies her years, a testament to the resilience and tenacity that have brought her to this moment.

Shaw has left the kettle brewing and within seconds she's offering me tea and biscuits. We settle onto her couch, the cosy warmth of her living room providing a stark contrast to the adrenaline fuelled environment she usually inhabits. The room is adorned with all sorts of trinkets and mementos, each one telling a story of its own. From vintage racing memorabilia to quirky knick-knacks collected on her travels it's made clear to me that this space is well-loved and lived in.

As we settle into our conversation, Daisy's passion for racing becomes palpable, her eyes alight with the thrill of the upcoming season and the challenges that lie ahead. But beneath the surface, there's a quiet intensity – a fire burning within her that fuels her ambition and propels her forward in pursuit of her dreams.

"Daisy, thank you for taking the time to speak with us today. You've become an inspiration to countless young girls around the world who dream of following in your footsteps. How does it feel to know that you're breaking down barriers and paving the way for the next generation of female drivers?"

What surprises me the most is her almost embarrassed reaction to being labelled an inspiration. "It's truly humbling to hear that I'm making an impact, however small it may be. Growing up, I didn't see many women in motorsport, so to be able to inspire young girls to pursue their passions – whether it's racing or any other male-dominated field – means the world to me. At the end of the day though I'm here because I want to win just like every other driver in this sport."

"Following on from that Daisy you've often spoken about the importance of talent and determination in overcoming obstacles and achieving success in Formula One. Can you tell us about your journey and the challenges you've faced along the way?"

"My journey hasn't been easy, that's for sure. I've faced my fair share of setbacks and doubts, but I've always believed in my abilities and refused to let anyone else define my worth. It's taken years of hard work and sacrifice to get to where I am today. The main issue I encountered was getting sponsors to take me seriously, a problem which my fellow male drivers definitely didn't experience to the same extent. Nobody wanted to risk taking me on in case it all backfired terribly on them until I met Jenson. But every hurdle and every setback has only made me stronger and more determined to succeed."

My curiosity peaks at her casual mention of the former world champion and when I inquire further into their relationship Daisy's expression lights up, a warm smile spreading across her face.

She recalls her first meeting with Button with a fondness, eyes sparkling with gratitude as she informs me "he's been a huge influence on my career from the very beginning. I first met Jenson at a karting championship several years ago now, around the time when I was struggling to secure the sponsors and funding to get into formula 4. I still don't quite understand why he chose me out of everyone there but he saw something in me - raw talent he says, and that was enough to get him to fight for me to get my foot in the door."

As Daisy speaks it further highlights just how much of an impact Jenson has had on her career. Beyond financial support in the early days which Daisy informs me she is still trying to pay him back for, he has served as a mentor, confidant and a source of inspiration who has guided her through the ups and downs of the racing world with wisdom and encouragement.

"He really has been there for me every step of the way," Daisy continues, her voice tinged with emotion "he's taught me the ins and outs of the sport in a way that's truly invaluable."

My attention then shifts to the numerous photographs capturing moments frozen in time dotted along the walls that I missed on my way in. Among them I notice various pictures of Daisy along with her sisters, their smiles illuminated by the soft glow of the camera flash. When she realises where my gaze has shifted to, Daisy beams perhaps even brighter than when I brought up Jenson.

Shaw is the youngest of four sisters and her tone is laced with nostalgia as she recounts her upbringing alongside them, specifically her twin sister Holly. Daisy regards her with a special affection, describing their bond as unbreakable and their connection deeper than words could ever express.

"It's funny," Daisy muses, her gaze drifting to a photo of her and Holly at a karting track, "we've always been each other's biggest supporters, on and off the track. Holly's been my rock through it all, cheering me on from the sidelines and pushing me to be the best version of myself. And I'm the same with her for sure," Daisy admits with a proud grin "Holly's an incredibly talented songwriter but she's mainly known here in the UK. She's amazing honestly."

The Shaw sisters might be pursuing different dreams but at the end of the day they are still each other's biggest supporters and as Daisy tells me, Holly's success is her success and vice versa. They're in this together, every step of the way.

"And am I right in saying that you are also musically gifted Daisy?"

"That's right," Daisy confirms with a smile, her eyes alight with fond memories. "I'm definitely nowhere near as gifted as Holly but there have been a few occasions where she has invited me to join her onstage for a song or two when our travels cross over. It's always such a special experience, being able to share that moment with her and her fans. There's a magic to performing live that's unlike anything else."

As the conversation continues, I find myself pondering the paths that Daisy and Holly have chosen in life. While Daisy's career in Formula One may seem worlds apart from Holly's journey in the music industry, there's a common thread that binds them together—their unwavering passion for their respective crafts and their deep-seated love for each other.

I find myself wondering if Daisy had ever considered also pursuing music instead of racing. So I pose that question to her.

Her expression is contemplative as she considers my question carefully "music has always been a big part of my life," she begins, voice soft but resolute "and I have immense respect for what Holly does as a musician. But for me, racing has always been my true passion. I fully believe its what I was born to do - from the moment I stepped onto a karting track as a child I knew it was where I belonged."

There's a glimpse of that unspoken determination and self-confidence again in Daisy's words, a steadfast conviction that speaks volumes about her dedication to her chosen path.

"Looking ahead to the upcoming season, what are your hopes and dreams for your career in Formula One?"

"So my ultimate goal like most drivers would say is to become a world champion, to stand on the top step of the podium and know that all the sacrifices and struggles were worth it. But more than that, I want to continue pushing the boundaries and challenging the status quo in this sport. I want to prove that women belong in Formula One and that we're just as capable as our male counterparts. And without sounding too arrogant I'd love to be one of the most celebrated drivers in the sport. Last season I had a solid performance and while I did exceed expectations I want to knock that out of the water this year."

Then comes the question of her new teammate. Following Porsche's decision to drop Henry Downing after just one year where the experienced driver was outperformed by his rookie teammate Shaw, they have signed Daniel Ricciardo. "Daisy this season, you'll be partnering with Daniel, one of the most charismatic and accomplished drivers on the grid. How do you feel about having him as your teammate, and what do you hope to learn from him?

"I definitely think its an interesting pairing. I'm incredibly grateful for the opportunity to work alongside someone as talented and experienced as Daniel. He brings a wealth of knowledge and expertise to the team, and I have no doubt that I'll learn a lot from him. But more than that. We may have our differences, but at the end of the day, we share the same goal – to win races and championships for Porsche. And I believe that together, we can achieve great things.

As our conversation draws to a close, I'm struck by Daisy's unwavering determination and her unyielding belief in herself and her abilities. In her, I see not just a talented driver, but a trailblazer – a woman who refuses to be confined by the limitations imposed by society and who is determined to leave her mark on the world, one lap at a time. This Daisy that I've met is such a stark contrast to the cold image that seems to get frequently pushed by the media in response to her speaking out against blatant sexism she is faced with in the sport. The real Daisy Shaw is a girl who values fierce competition, the rush of adrenaline that comes with racing and yet remains grounded in the love and support of her tight knit family.

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The Professor: Jack Dayton x Reader (NSFW)

@mandy426 I don't know what happened to the ask but it disappeared from my ask box hence the fic format. Wow this one got away from me completely!

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You’re a feisty little thing, it’s one of the things that Jack loves about you. Jack thinks about that when he finds himself in your office with the lights off, his back against the wall. He’s been teasing you all night during the university’s Donor Celebration event. His hand brushing over your ass as he moves past you, lingering in your proximity at the bar. The two of you barely exchange more than a couple of words but it’s the look in his eyes that ruins you, the heat behind it.

“My office, three minutes.” You’d murmured and that knowing smile had played across his lips as he drained his glass of top shelf whisky. He’d excused himself from your colleagues less than a minute later because he simply can’t wait any longer.

Jack both loves and hates the secrecy of your relationship. The clandestine meetings appeal to the risktaker in him, they give the sex a dangerous, exhilarating edge however he hates not being seen as your partner at events like this, that he has to hide his feelings.

He understands the reasoning. You’ve spend your entire career fighting to be taken seriously in a male dominated field. If it gets around that you’re sleeping with one of the donors, even if it’s one that doesn’t donate to your particular field of expertise, it’ll shatter your reputation.  

You bite his lip, the sharp burst of pain bringing him back to the present. He groans into your mouth because Jack, he likes a little spice with his sugar. You guide him towards your desk, tugging at his tie and he uses his hand to swipe the items residing there onto the floor. You laugh as he sits you down upon it, his hips slotting perfectly between your legs. His palms ghost underneathe the hem of the dress your wearing before he smiles against the curve of your throat.

“Did you wear these for me?” He whispers into your ear as his fingertips trace over the lace of your stockings.

“Hm.” You murmur as his teeth graze that deviant spot just underneath the hinge of your jaw, the one that makes your breath hitch. “I know they make you a little crazy.”

You aren’t wrong, the last time you wore thigh-highs he’d spent the entire night with his face buried between your legs, running his hands over them.

“No panties either.” He tuts as his fingers brush over your wetness. “My, my professor you are a naughty girl.”

“Only for you.” You tell him.

And those words, you know exactly what they do to him because Jack, he’s territorial, especially when it come to his woman.

“Do you think you can be quiet for me?” He asks you, his thumb trailing lightly over your lower lip.

“I may need a little help.” You tease as you take his hand, guiding two of his fingers into your mouth. He watches them disappear between those pretty red lips and his cock, it fucking aches for you.

“You’re filthy.” He whispers as he unfastens his trousers.

You moan around his fingers as he fills you. Your tight, wet cunt enveloping his dick as he fucks into you inch by tortuous inch. You bite down on his digits and it unleashes something inside of him, something raw, something wild. He thrusts into you hard, fast, deep and your nails scratch down his back through the fabric of his shirt. That sensation, the intermingling of ecstasy and agony, it gets him right to the edge.

The thing is Jack knows he’s seven shades of fucked up, he can’t get off without pain, it’s ingrained somewhere deep within his psyche. He’s lucky you get that, that you love him in spite of it.

“I need you to hurt me.” He’d told you that first night, his cheeks colouring. “It’s the only way…”

“Tell me how...” You’d whispered, your lips brushing over his. “And then we can play a little, make sure I get it right.”

He draws his fingers out of your mouth, his palm wrapping around your wrist before guiding your hand to his throat.

“Please.” He whispers and you squeeze just enough for your fingertips to dig into the hollow of his throat. You can feel his pulse thundering underneath the pads of your fingers, his hips stuttering as he looks into your eyes. There’s an intimacy in this moment, an exchange of trust.

The boundaries between pleasure and pain, life and death blur, and it’s like a narcotic chasing through Jack’s veins as you tighten around him. His fingers tangle in your hair, yanking it and it sends you hurting over the edge as he spills himself inside of you.

He holds you close in the aftermath, his hands chasing all over your sensitive skin as he kisses you with a tenderness he reserves only for you.

“Do we have to go back?” He asks you, his nose trailing over yours. “Can’t we just stay here all night doing this?”

“We’ve already been away too long.” You say regretfully as you straighten his tie. “They’re going to send a search party if you don’t get back soon.”

“Will you come over after this?” He requests, his thumb tracing over the line of your jaw. “Spend the night?”

As much as he enjoys the sex but he loves the intimacy more. The nights he falls asleep holding you, the mornings he wakes up to the sound of you singing in the shower.

“You know I will.” You promise because you treasure those moments just as much as he does. “Now go, be schmoozed by some awkward academics. I’ll follow you out in a sec.”

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Who do you think out of the Kengan cast are girl dads? Give your personal takes😝

okay okay okay okay. here are my personal takes + honestly they’re right so these are, in fact, law. i also included some kengan omega characters 😉

ps. the dudes that i left out, i believe, would not be a good father/i can't see them as a father or they would likely be closer to their son(s). for example, i can't really see gaolang as a father. he's a daddy, sure, + would be a top tier husband, but as a father i think he'd be super traditional + distant from his kids. raian, on the other hand, would likely see his kids only as "weapons" in the sense he wants to make them strong, but he'd also be closer w a son if he had a kid.

tokita ohma is a girl dad. he’d be anything his daughter wants him to be + he loves her to absolute death. he’d kill for her. he’ll raise her to be the biggest girl boss in the world + he’s incredibly proud of her, no matter what she decides to do. he’s not really great at the advice + wisdom part, but he’s very comforting + supportive. 

narushima koga is a girl dad. he’s so afraid, though. he’s so afraid he’ll mess his daughter up or teach her the wrong things but his daughter loooooves him. he seriously can’t get away, not that he would want to though. they’re best friends + he adores her. would kill + die for her. also, her biggest hype man.

hatsumi sen is a girl dad. he knows how bad men can be + is suuuper protective of his little girl. he’s basically like her shadow, but not in a creepy way. if anyone messes with his daughter, they’re fucking dead. he’s also at the mercy of absolutely anything she wants. he spoils the absolute fuck outta her.

himuro ryo is a girl dad. he’s a girl dad in the way that he doesn’t really see the point of separation of the sexes + he believes that anything a guy can do, a girl can do just as well or even better. he will instill this confidence in his daughter + watch her take over the world. he’s her number one fan 🥺

jose kanzaki is a girl dad. kiind of like sekibayashi but to a much less degree. he’s the kinda girl dad that lets his daughter do absolutely whatever she wants + will back her 100%, especially if what she wants to do is in a male dominated field. he’s gonna help her bring down tHE FUCKING PATRIARCHY. 

KANOH AGITO IS A GIRL DAD. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE. ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER HIS DAUGHTER WANTS HIM TO BE HE WILL TO THE ABSOLUTE BEST OF HIS ABILITY. FIND THIS MAN GIVING HIS DAUGHTER PIGGY BACK RIDES, SHOULDER RIDES, ETC ALL DAY EVERY DAY. HE WANTS TO LEARN HOW TO DO HER HAIR SO HE CAN BE USEFUL TO HER. HE WANTS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT WHAT SHE LIKES SO THEY CAN TALK EVEN MORE. HE WILL TRY HIS BEST TO GIVE HER ADVICE + HE WANTS TO SEE HER SUCCEED AT ANYTHING SHE PUTS HER MIND TO. ALSO. IF YOU MESS W HER YOU’RE GOING TO BE WIPED FROM EXISTENCE.

lihito is a girl dad. In a similar way to Sen, he knows how men can be + will be super protective of his daughter. BUT he’s kinda awkward around her. he sees are as such a precious little thing + is super scared of fucking it up. he loves her from afar though + is always always always there for her when she needs him.

mokichi robinson is a girl dad. need i say more?

muteba gizenga is a girl dad. he’s his daughter’s best fucking friend. they wreak havoc together. he teaches her everything he knows + is her biggest fucking fan. he’s a Grade A Dad.

SEKIBAYASHI JUN IS A FUCKING GIRL DAD. HE’S OUT HERE BEING THE BEST FRIEND, FATHER, TEACHER, IN THE WORLD. HE IS THE BEST DAD. HE’S SO WISE + SO CARING + SO PROTECTIVE. he’s never done a single thing wrong. i want him to be my father actually.

takayama minoru is a girl dad. he’s the sweetest w his daughter + she prefers him over everyone. so gentle + so kind. wow 🥺