#part 3 is coming soooon !

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Something Old Part Three (Sneak Peek)

a sneak prev. coming later this week

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You can’t quite explain the breakdown of the boundaries between you. Why it’s happening so quickly, why it feels so natural. You’ve never touched him like this, never had the freedom to do so, and yet you don’t want to stop or question it as you splay your palm against his pecs, reveling in his sharp inhale. You’re at war with yourself, simultaneously desperate to apply logic to this, to stop and think it through, talk it out while also desperate to just lean in to what feels good and enjoy it, this magic between the two of you that you’ve dreamt of for most of your life. 

“You always think this hard when you just wake up?”

You huff a laugh, shaking your head as you rub your thumb back and forth on his chest,  his head dipping down to track the movement.

“What happened to your shirt?”

“Got hot.” he shrugs, hand tightening on your hip.

“Mmmm. I’ll say.”

He snorts, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him, leaning his head in to rest against your neck, breathing in. 

“What time is it?”, you ask.

“Bout half past 7.”

“We are fucked if we try to get any sleep tonight,” you groan.

“I dunno, love,” he says, planting a line of kisses up to your cheek, lips dragging against the skin as he says, “Can think of a couple of things that would tire us out.”

“Oh, great,” you say, breath hitching as he continues to kiss a line across your jaw, your nails scratching on his chest, “I always dreamt that our first time would put me right to sleep.”

He hums against your skin, “So you’ve dreamt about our first time?”

“No comment.” you say, a bit breathlessly as he huffs a laugh, littering soft kisses along your throat before pulling away. 

He smiles at you, his eyes puffy from sleep as his hand falls to your cheek, brushing your hair away from your face.

“Realized I never fed you,” he says softly. 

“Shit host.” 

He laughs, his eyes crinkling as his fingers find their place along the back of your neck, squeezing gently. “One of my favorite places in town is still open this time of year. It’s about a fifteen minute walk if you want to go grab some dinner.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” you say teasingly, breath catching in your throat when he doesn’t take the bait. Instead he just stares at you, lips slightly quirking up as he brushes his thumb along your cheek.

“Yeah,” he says, hand falling to where your hand rests on his chest, turning it over so you’re palm to palm. He squeezes once before bringing your hand to his lips, murmuring against it, “Will you go on a date with me?”

You squeeze his hand, his smile growing when your own grin matches his. 

“Never thought I’d ever hear you ask me that,” you say softly, not trusting your voice at a louder volume, feeling overwhelmed by his words and warm gaze. 

He squeezes your hand, taking a deep breath,“I never thought I'd ever get the courage to ask.” 

“Harry."

“I know, I know.” he says, leaning in. “C’mere.”

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coming soon!

[clerc16]

EVERYONE ADORES YOU (AT LEAST I DO)

3 times in which charles tried to win Y/N over, and the 1 time she caved in.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: none.

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REGRET — COOPER HOWARD/JOHN HANCOCK

masterlist

part one | part three [coming soon]

pairing: new bf!cooper howard/the ghoul x reader, ex-bf!john hancock x reader

description: you finally head to goodneighbor for a well earned rest… but hancock’s jealousy (and cooper’s possessiveness) might get in the way of that.

warnings: angst, swearing, jealous!hancock this time as well as jealous coop when you talk to him hehe.

author’s note: ok so i didn’t want hancock to be an ass (like that’s my og ghoul bf🤝) so he’s less of a prick than initially intended while cooper is… well… himself. but i hope u enjoy <3 part one linked above and smutty pt.3 coming soooon

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“Ya sure you’re alright with this, sweetheart?”

Cooper calling you sweetheart had once ignited within you a combination of fear and excitement, never quite knowing whether he was doing so to tease you or with some semblance of affection.

Now, though, it spread warmth throughout your body — a sense of comfort knowing that he cared about you, with sweetheart being just one amongst a myriad other terms of endearment he used for you.

“‘S okay, Coop,” you tightened your grip on his arm where yours curled around it, “I got you, I’ll be fine.”

He hummed, seeming satisfied with your response as he leaned to press a kiss to your forehead, “If he so much as—,”

“He’s not gonna do anything, good or bad,” you shook your head, “He’ll probably just play the hospitable mayor and pretend he don’t know me, if anything.”

Cooper looked down at you now, trying hard to decipher your emotions.

You could tell, even after days of trying to reassure him, that he still had some fear you’d abandon him to return to a life in Goodneighbor once you saw Hancock again.

You leaned in a little closer, head resting on his shoulder as you made your way towards The Third Rail, heaving in a deep sigh at the familiar warmth it brought you.

You fought hard to ignore the stares coming your way, or the mumblings of Hancock’s men as they nodded for you to head on down.

“Alright, darlin’,” Cooper cooed, leading you to the bar, “What’dya want?”

Immediately upon replying (a bourbon, as always) you felt a shadow of a figure appear at your other side, as if he’d had a radar set for your arrival.

Cooper seemed uncharacteristically unaware for a moment as he busied himself ordering from Charlie, all while your former lover’s breath fanned over your neck.

“Well I never,” god, just hearing his voice again made your throat dry up… Even more so when you turned and saw his pained expression, “Didn’t count on ever seeing you here again. Especially not with company.”

The way he spat the last word made you shiver, unused to hearing him speak so harshly to you.

“We’ll be out of here in a few days— we just had a hell of a week,” you swallowed thickly, avoiding catching his intense gaze with yours, “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have—,”

It was now that your travelling companion noticed the other ghoul at your side, a snide grin on his face, “Well fuck me, didn’t take ya long did it?”

Before you looked at him you’d worried this was directed at you — that he thought somehow Hancock’s presence beside you had been invited.

But one glance saw his steely gaze fixed on the man before him, simultaneously threatening as well as mocking.

“Long time no see, Mayor. My sweet lil Y/N over here told me you’d been oh so hospitable last time she was here,” his hand fell to your waist possessively, watching Hancock’s eyes follow the action, “So we’re crashing at the Rexford for a couple nights if it ain’t no trouble.”

Hancock scratched the back of his neck, contemplating how to respond.

“We can leave if you want, John,” you choked on your words as you realised your error, “Mayor.”

“‘S fine, doll,” he bit, forcing a smile for you as he glared across at Cooper, “Welcome as long as you need. Can I speak to you alone for a minute though? Won’t keep ya long.”

You looked over at Cooper, not to seek permission but just to see how the request had gone down with him.

He was less than impressed.

“Is that a good idea?” you whispered shyly, fiddling with your fingers as you eyed the floor.

“Why wouldn’t it be, sunshine?” Cooper’s teasing seemed to have extended to be at your expense now too, and though you knew it was probably just 200 odd years of loneliness impairing his filter — you had to fight back the urge to roll your eyes, “‘S okay. We’ve got a hotel room to ourselves tonight, can’t keep you to myself the whole evening, can I? Much as I can’t wait to get you alone.”

You watched Hancock kiss his teeth — he knew Cooper was just trying to get a rise out of him, but it was certainly fucking working.

He chose to ignore him.

“C’mon, darlin’. Just a minute’s all I need.”

You sighed, “One minute.”

You followed him out of the room, cautious of the privacy you were being afforded as you turned to send Cooper a shy smile.

“How long’d it take you to find him, huh?” his voice wasn’t accusatory, he just sounded sad, “I ain’t trying to start a fight, I just hoped if I saw you again we might make things right. Didn’t expect you to be with someone else.”

You scoffed, “John, you ended things between us and it really fuckin’ hurt. I’m not sure you really get to be jealous or hopeful or whatever this is.”

“I made a mistake, sunshine,” he stepped towards you, “Been layin’ off the chems a little more since you left and I’ve been seeing straighter. I missed you.”

You gulped, feeling bile rise up your throat at his words.

Months ago, you’d most likely have jumped straight into his arms and forgiven him.

Now, it pricked it your heart in a totally different way. While it comforted you to know he’d made a change since losing you, it hurt that he couldn’t have done it sooner.

Besides, you were finally happy again now — Cooper made you happy.

“It’s a little late for that, don’tcha think?” you pouted, “And I know you’re more mad ‘cause he’s a ghoul when that’s like half the reason you decided we couldn’t be together.”

“I just thought— well, think, you deserve better,” Hancock frowned, “I’m just surprised.”

You sighed, “C’mon, don’t condescend me because you’re jealous.”

“I’m not condescending you,” he suddenly looked irritated more than sad as he had before, “You’re travelling around with a fuckin’ bounty hunter who’s bad news when you were—we were happy.”

“I’m happy with my fuckin’ bounty hunter, too,” your fingers made air-quotes as you snapped at him, “Can I remind you again who ended things here?”

“Alright, you’re right. I’m being jealous, but you can’t blame me,” he sighed defeatedly, closing his eyes for a moment contemplatively, “I’m really struggling since I’ve been cuttin’ down on the chems and—,”

You laughed bitterly, “Oh so you only miss me ‘cause you need something else to fixate on?”

“Low blow, huh,” he huffed, “You were the best thing that ever happened to me, sweetheart. I miss you ‘cause you’re you. Just got a clearer mind so can’t do anything to keep you off it now.”

“John…” he was stood closer to you now, and you were trembling under his close gaze, “I’m sorry—you broke my heart for no real reason and this is just—,”

“I’m sorry for treatin’ you like you can’t make your own decisions and— well, I fucked up. I regret it more than I’ve ever regretted anything,” he chuckled at his own words, “And I’ve done a whooole lot worth regretting.”

He drew in a sharp breath as you stayed silent for a moment, waiting for some kind of response that he never received.

You stood silently, biting your lip as you tried to calm your unsteady heartbeat with deep breaths.

He unfolded his arms, raising goosebumps on your skin as his hand rested on your forearm, “Look, Y/N, I ain’t gonna do anything you don’t want, I just had to see if there was any hope—he ain’t just any ghoul, I just don’t wanna see you with the wrong people.”

Before you could reply, you heard a kerfuffle outside, low grumblings of “you can’t go in there” and “wait outside” punctuated by the door swinging open to reveal Cooper.

“The only wrong person for Y/N right now is you, Mayor, so if I were you I’d watch where your hand’s going damn carefully.”

If looks could kill, Goodneighbor would’ve been mayorless in that moment.

Hancock didn’t retract his hand though, only raising his other one to dismiss his men, “Heh, you’ve made a lapdog out of the big bad bounty huntin’ ghoul I see, sweetheart.”

You watched Cooper’s hand rest on his gun at his side, staring at him a wide-eyed.

You knew he wasn’t stupid enough to shoot the mayor and that he was merely trying to threaten him, but it panicked you all the same.

“This here might be your town, but that there is my girl,” okay, his possessiveness could be really hot, “And if ya think I’m gonna let you sweet talk her after breakin’ her pretty little heart? Well, them chems really done fucked up your brain.”

The mayor shook his head, “Oh you’ve made that quite clear, but Y/N’s a big girl and can make her own damn decisions,” he glanced over at you now, “Me and you were happy before I went ‘n’ screwed things up, you can’t blame a man for trying.”

“Well, your mission failed,” Cooper pouted teasingly as he sauntered to your side and hooked your waist to pull you in close to him.

“Oh, ‘m sure you’ve had plenty of them, cowboy,” Hancock laughed through gritted teeth, sad eyes watching you lean into your new partner’s side, “Well, we had some good times sunshine, but I can see you‘ve moved on ‘n’ it looks like I can’t do anything about that.”

You sent him a small smile, looking up at Cooper for a moment to find him watching carefully for your response.

“I’m sorry, John,” you frowned, contemplating reaching out to hug him in a tactile show of forgiveness, “You’re right, things have changed. But that don’t mean our time together meant nothing to me.”

He smiled sadly at you, eyes briefly flickering to send daggers in Cooper’s direction.

You continued, “And I hope us being here don’t cause any trouble now. I’m happy, ‘nd I want you to be as well. We’ll, uh, see you around?”

“I’m glad you’re happy, really,” Hancock cooed, “Even if it’s with him. So yeah, I’ll see you around, gorgeous. Stay safe.”

“You don’t think I can keep her safe?” Cooper challenged, hand on his hip again as he snarled at him.

Hancock scoffed, “For someone so certain she doesn’t want me anymore, you sure are determined to make this a pissing contest, aren’t you?”

“C’mon, this is ridiculous,” you huffed, “I’m right here, for fucks sake. Right now I just need a drink, so if you guys are gonna carry on like this I’ll just go get one on my own, I guess.”

Hancock heaved in a deep sigh, itching for a hit of Jet given all the tension this conversation had left lingering in the room.

He didn’t want to fight over you like a possession, and he knew that really Cooper didn’t either.

“‘M sorry, Y/N,” he stepped back, turning to walk away, “Go on. I’ll see you soon.”

“Wouldn’t count on it,” Cooper hummed, and you nudged his side at the continued warpath he seemed to be on, “Now c’mon sweetheart, we got a hotel room to get to.”

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ok so this ended with cooper pissing you off in order to make way for makeup sex in part 3 basically hehe. im not sure how i feel so will probs come back to edit but i hope you enjoyed!!! feel free to request more… ive got a fluffy hancock fic almost finished too <3 in the meantime here’s my masterlist. x

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Star-Crossed

Chapter 21: Corazón

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 4.5k first|Smutilogue (afab, amab) a/n: pls, i know this is a honkin' chonker but i really didn't have a good middle place to separate it sdlfkjsdflk. and here we are. technically, the end. (just got the smutilogue next) it's been a long ride but we made it lmfao anyway smut coming soooon <3

You sat there with wide eyes, blinking a few times. Were you seeing this right? Anthony? What was he doing here? How did he get in without anyone noticing? You rubbed your eyes for a split second, but he was still there. Your head was spinning so fast it almost made you feel sick.

“What are you doing here?” You kept your breathing even, keeping yourself in check. You didn’t want your heart machine to go haywire and alert anyone. How the fuck even sneak in here? Where were his men? They were usually- Right. You killed them. Whoops. Still, how did he get into the hospital?

He stood there for a moment, just staring at you. You could feel that hatred radiating off of him. The air around him was dark and dense, menacing towards you. “When you want a job done, you have to do it yourself.”

Your stomach dropped. Immediately, you knew what he meant; sounded like one of you were leaving this room in a body bag. “You sent Trinity to kill me, didn’t you? She’s the one that shot me.”

“Yeah. And she’s a lousy aim too.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head as if disappointed in a student’s grade. “Unfortunately, still a lot of work. Still a shame that I had the perfect pawn who ended up being completely useless.” He glared at you - if looks could kill…

You felt your eye twitch. There was nothing except hatred in your heart for this man. You didn’t care for him, you just wanted him gone and out of your life. You were tired of this. However, you weren’t going to let him kill you either. You were going to make sure that he was leaving in a body bag.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, y/n.” You stared at him, coldly. 

“You don’t need to. My answer is the same. Especially now.” 

What happened next happened in a mere matter of moments. Anthony ran at you, brandishing a knife. You acted quickly, quicker than you thought you could. You grabbed the knife that you had when you ate dinner. You were glad that Shachi had ended up grabbing you a decently sized one.

When Anthony reached you, he hesitated, pushing the blade to your throat, but not carrying it out. The blade pressed haphazardly against your skin enough to cut it, but not enough to do any lasting damage. It was just going to look a lot worse than it was. “Don’t make me ask a…gain…?” His words immediately slowed down as he realized something, his eyes widening.

While he had hesitated, you didn’t. The knife you had was currently lodged into his chest. You had also angled it just right to pierce his heart - you were a doctor after all, this kind of attack was stupid of him. Honestly, any move would’ve been stupid on his part when you knew the human body as well as you did. He would’ve had better luck sniping you from the window.

He stared at you with wide eyes as he looked down at the knife. Blood began to trickle down from the wound, to the hilt, and onto your hands. Your own eyes widened as it sunk in what you had just done. It wasn’t long before blood was all over the place and you felt sick to your stomach. Obviously, it wasn’t just from killing. You spent your entire life doing that, but this was your father, even if it was just a shell of a man he once was.

For a moment, you felt warmth wash over you. You looked at the man before you and his face seemed to change, softening. He smiled at you, truly and genuinely. Like he did when you were younger. “There’s my little, angelo. All grown up.” He put a hand on your head and pressed your foreheads together.

“I’m so proud of you. Thank you.”

Tears started streaming down your face. “No, no, no, no,” you mumbled, panic setting in. “Papà, per favore.” You began to beg whatever deity out there to turn back time, but you knew it was useless. The machine you were connected to started to go haywire, picking up the pace as you felt your father going slack, the life leaving his eyes and body.

You didn’t know your father had still been in there. You wouldn’t have killed him otherwise. Though, he probably wouldn’t have ever reverted back to his old self. Not before doing insane amounts of damage, at least.

You heard footsteps running down the hallway. You assumed that was Marco considering your heart monitor was currently going absolutely nutballs. You weren’t expecting, however, Corazon to bust through the door. Why was he here? Didn’t you send him home?

He didn’t hesitate for even a second. The look on his face was one you hadn’t seen before. It was completely serious and he looked ready to kill someone. If you weren’t in emotional turmoil right now, you’d be turned on in all honesty. 

He made it over to your bed in a couple strides, moving Anthony from your lap with ease, gently setting him on the floor before taking a sheet from the closet and draping it over him. He walked back over to you, taking your face in his hands. “Did he hurt you?” He noticed the blood, tilting your head up before frowning deeply.

You just looked at him with wide eyes, opening and closing your mouth several times, but nothing came out. Tears streamed down your face and you were completely at a loss of what to do or say - you were frozen, in shock.

Again, Corazon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close. Again, you held onto him. You weren’t exactly sobbing like you had been earlier, but the tears were falling as you just stared off into space.

You heard more footsteps coming down the hallway and people entering the room. Between the muffled voices and the vibrations of Corazon’s chest, you could assume he was probably instructing them to remove Anthony from the room, but you couldn’t exactly make anything out. You couldn’t focus, everything seemed so far away.

“I’m going to pick you up. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Your boyfriend was talking to you this time, speaking close to your ear so that you could hear him. You couldn’t move or respond, so he lifted you out of bed anyway, heading into the bathroom that connected to your hospital room. 

You were mostly out of it as Corazon cleaned you up, muttering words of encouragement to you. You caught some of them, but didn’t really process them. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You had just killed your own father and it turned out he had still been in there somewhere. What kind of fucked up twist of fate was that? 

Once he cleaned you up and bandaged your neck, you felt hands on your face again and slowly you were grounded again, making out Corazon’s face before you. “Hey, it’s going to be alright.”

“I killed him,” you whispered.

“You were protecting yourself.” 

“But I killed him.” You swallowed hard, trying to process things.

“You said it yourself, that wasn’t the man you remember. That wasn’t your father.”

You paused for a moment. “It was…at the very end. It was. And now he’s gone.” You frowned deeply, feeling your chest grow heavy once more as you wanted to cry again.

“Perhaps…” You could tell he was getting ready to grasp at straws to help you feel better. “You freed him then. You said it yourself, he was trapped under so much grief. It changed who he was.” 

You stared at him for a long moment. He was right. What happened completely changed him as a person. He even apologized to you in that stupid hallucination you had and he had thanked you for what you had done. 

You just…you didn’t even know what you wanted. You wanted all of this to just…stop. It was just too much right now. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall forward slightly, resting your forehead on Corazon’s. 

He held you there, letting you take the time you needed. You were so grateful for him and his understanding. You kept your eyes closed, letting your emotions run their course. You just wished you’d been able to have a real conversation with him. Your father, not Anthony, just one more time. A proper goodbye.

You took a deep breath, pulling away from the man before you and opened your eyes. He looked at you with such warmth, but also deep concern. You knew you’d be okay, it was just going to hurt for a while. Luckily, for the most part, you had already said your goodbyes. 

You sniffled, taking a deep breath, and wiping the tears from your eyes. “Okay. I’m good.”

You went to stand, only to remember that you’d been out for a month. Your muscles had been severely atrophied and the basic movements of ‘exercise’ that you were supposed to do with coma patients only did so much. If Corazon hadn’t been there, you would’ve collapsed to the ground. He scooped you up with ease, heading back into your room. He was surprisingly not clumsy when he needed to be.

The room had been cleaned, all evidence of a struggle gone. No blood, nothing. Not even your leftover dishes were still left. They were moving you to a different room as instructed by Marco as soon as the two of you exited the bathroom.

Well, at least you wouldn’t have to stay in the room your father died in.

Once in the new room, you were settled into the bed, sighing. You looked at Corazon for a moment. “Why are you here? I told you to go home.” You looked at him, narrowing your eyes at him. You honestly just wanted to switch the subject, you didn’t want to think about your father anymore. You just wanted to be able to move past this.

Corazon rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know…I had this nagging feeling and then I just heard some voice tell me I need to go back to the hospital as quick as possible. So I may or may not have snuck out.”

You stared at him for a long moment. Could that have been your mother helping you beyond the grave? Maybe she knew your father was coming and knew that you’d need some comfort. She did say in that dream that she was always looking after you. You were grateful for that. 

The image of Corazon trying to sneak out of the house like some teenager crossed your mind. Sneaking out of the house from his own son. The more you thought about it, the more funny and ridiculous the scenario. It wasn’t long before you found yourself giggling softly.

“What?” The man before you wrinkled his brows, trying to figure out why you were laughing. 

“You! Having to sneak out of the house from your own child.”

“Law can be scary when he’s mad!” A pout formed on his face, making you laugh harder. “And you’re the one who told him to keep an eye on me! But I knew I had to come back! Ah, you’re so mean!” His voice was slowly turning into a whine but you couldn’t stop giggling. He was just so cute and adorable, you couldn’t help it.

He folded his arms, turning his head away as he huffed. Oh, he was pouting big time and you couldn’t be more amused by this. “Aw, c’mon, amore.” You reached out, pulling him in by his shirt. He was slightly surprised, looking at you with wide eyes. His face was a deep shade of red.

“Forgive me? Just this once?” you mused, leaning towards him. He just looked at you for a long moment before smiling himself. “I suppose I can do that.” You grinned widely, pulling him in for a kiss.

It was at that moment that you realized it’d been a while since you’d kissed him. After all, it was before the heist, right? You’d been out for a month. Your body was yearning for him, but you also still had a lot of recovering to do.

You’d shag him soon enough.

You pulled away from him, his own skin flushed. “Join me.”

He looked at you with a confused expression. It wasn’t until you moved, making room in the bed for him that he caught on. He nodded, crawling into the hospital bed with you. He wrapped his body around you, you curling into him instantly. He was so warm and you weren’t talking about just temperature. You felt safe in his arms. It felt like home.

You knew that Law was probably going to be pissed come morning. Corazon should probably go home, but you needed him here. You didn’t want to be alone right now. Law would live.

You yawned, closing your eyes. It wasn’t long after that before exhaustion finally caught up to you and you passed out.

--

“Cora!” The two of you awoke the next morning to the sound of Law shouting through the hallways of the hospital. You grumbled, slowly opening your eyes. You felt Corazon shoot up from beside you.

You looked over just in time to see Law stride into the room with an irritated look on his face. “Cora! What the hell? Why did you sneak out like some teenager?”

He looked at you, confusion on his face. “You’re the one who told me to take him! Why didn’t you at least let me know he’d come back!” You sucked in your cheeks, biting on them to keep from laughing as Law scolded the two of you like some parent who caught their kid doing something they weren’t supposed to.

“But Law,” you heard Corazon whine, his voice still thick with sleep. You looked over to the clock, it was well into the next morning, so the two of you had been sleeping for several hours.

“I don’t want to hear it! I thought it was odd that you weren’t up early in the morning, but I had chalked it off to you being tired and finally getting some sleep! But noooo, you had snuck off in the middle of the night like some rebellious teenager to see your partner!” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and you couldn’t help but chuckled softly.

“I promise you, it ended up being a good thing.” You spoke up this time, the young intern looking at you. He narrowed his eyes and sighed. “Fine. Whatever. I guess I’m glad you got some sleep finally. Just don’t ask me to look after him again if he’s just gonna end up with you anyway.”

You laughed and nodded. “Will do.” You saluted him and he folded his arms, pouting much like Corazon had last night - like father, like son.

Marco entered at that point, blinking as he took in the scene in front of him. “A party and no one invited me?” He frowned. You noticed that he looked significantly less exhausted than he did yesterday. He must’ve gotten some rest too now that you were awake. You still somewhat felt bad for worrying everyone - even if you knew there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

“It wasn’t planned, Marco. I promise.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“Alright. Time for me to perform a check up and talk about some treatment plans.” You just laughed at him as he tried to play the big doctor with you. You both knew damn well what the plan already was. 

After a few more minutes of conversation, Marco sent Law and Corazon to grab some food. The two of you went over what the game plan was going to be for the next couple of weeks. It wouldn’t be too much. Just resting and some physical therapy to at least get you walking properly again.

As much as you didn’t mind Corazon carrying you around, you couldn’t just rely on that as your only method of transportation. 

The next couple of weeks went by smoothly. The physical therapy was nothing. You know your own limits, which already helps the process. A lot of issues with physical therapy was people not knowing their limits and pushing themselves too far, thus pushing their progress back. You, however, knew exactly how much you could push yourself before it would be too far, sending you into a speedy recovery.

Corazon stayed with you most of the time. He was there first thing in the morning and there as late as he could stay - you made sure to send him home to get proper sleep, much to his dismay. He helped you with your exercises and always brought in some kind of dessert to brighten up your day. You had no idea what you did to deserve him, but you were glad you had him.

There were a couple of times you tried to jump his bones, but you also knew that you had to be careful. And you were in the middle of the hospital and in charge of the place. You had an image to uphold. It wouldn’t be professional if you were caught shagging your boyfriend out in the open like that.

You did, however, imagine some places where you could jump him where you wouldn’t get caught, but that was for another time. You were still in recovery, sadly.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Corazon’s voice rang through your head and pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked over as he walked in. You glanced at the clock, you didn’t even know it was that time.

You crawled out of the bed, standing and stretching. You hoped you’d get discharged soon. You also had a feeling Marco was holding you longer than usual to make sure you were properly rested. He also wouldn’t let you help with the hospital in any aspect. Rude, but you’d deal. Besides, Corazon has been doing a great job in distracting you. The hospital wasn’t the only thing you thought about anymore.

“You.” You watched as his face grew pink, grinning as you decided to take it a step further. “Specifically, you naked.” 

As if some invisible force shoved him, he suddenly took a tumble, crashing to the ground face first. With you being you, however, you easily moved forward and caught him. You also knew that if you said that, it would fluster him enough to make him fall. You’d started to be able to predict certain behaviors.

He looked up at you with a blazing red face. “Why would you say that!” He pouted slightly as you helped him upright, snorting. “Because you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He made a noise akin to a whine as he covered his face. “Oh my god, you know how to embarrass me,” he mumbled. You smiled widely, shrugging. He wasn’t wrong. You knew exactly what to say to rile him up. “Anything to get that red to show on your face. You look the best in red.” You lowered your voice, slowly getting more sultry as the conversation went on. It only made his skin turn more red - you loved it.

“Y/nnn,” he whined, covering up his face. With a laugh, you reached up and removed his hands from his face, revealing his pout. “Okay, okay. I'll chill out.” You pulled him down by his hands, kissing him softly. 

“I'll save it for the bedroom.” He choked and you burst into laughter, letting him go as he fell into a coughing fit. You were on a roll this morning, relentless in your pursuit. 

“Careful, breathe, amore.” You rubbed his back and he more or less glared at you as he slowly recovered, causing you to snicker some more. “C’mon. It was a good joke. A great joke, even.” 

Once he was recovered, you slid your arms around his neck and pulled him into a light kiss. He groaned softly against you, kissing you harder. You let out a small noise of surprise, gasping slightly. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips as you pressed your entire body against him. You could feel your own body slowly heating up.

You heard the door click, signaling someone entering. You pulled from Corazon, breathless and laughing. He frowned, pouting a bit as you pulled away. “I’ll jump your bones soon enough,” you mumbled to him, his face red; from the mini-make out session or your comment, you weren’t sure.

You peeked around your boyfriend to look at Marco who was standing at the door with his eyes narrowed. He looked at you for a long moment before holding his hands up. “I actually would like to stay curious, thank you. Anyway.” He put his hands on his hips and looked at you for a long moment. 

“I'm discharging you on one condition.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, mirroring his stance. “And what's that?” 

“You're going to go home for a week and rest up. You need a mental break out of this damn place for the rest of your healing process.” 

You opened your mouth to protest but Marco held up his hand. “So help me god, do not protest. I do not have the energy. I need you in excellent condition so my bitch ass can go on a vacation after you get back.”

You blinked, staring at him before laughing. “Okay, okay. Fine - that’s fair. I'll finish resting up at home and then I'll come back, doctor. Then you take as much of a vacation as you need.” A smirk appeared on your face. 

“Maybe you'll get laid and be less cranky.” 

Marco threw his pen at you and you yelped, hiding behind your boyfriend. “Coraaaaaa, save meeee.” You fell into fits of laughter. You honestly hadn’t felt this light in forever. Just being able to be silly was a luxury you’d never had before.

Corazon wrapped his arms around you, shielding you from Marco. “I'll save you, y/n!” This caused Marco to roll his eyes. “Ugh. Gross. Anyway, I’ll leave you to get ready to go. I’ll be around, so say bye before you go.” He waved as he headed out.

You pulled away from Corazon with a small sigh. “Looks like you finally get to see my place,” you mused with a large grin. He mirrored that grin. “About time. I was starting to think it didn’t exist. That maybe you did live at Whitebeards - not that it’s an issue, just inconvenient for some things.” You chuckled, shaking your head. Seems he was just as horny as you were.

It didn’t take you too long to gather your things. You didn’t have too much here. Most of the stuff you had were things you kept in your office anyway; phone charger, laptop, things like that. You had a couple shirts and pants but nothing that couldn’t fit in a small bag that you’d shove in your trunk and forget about until who knew when.

You said goodbye to Marco and everyone else. Everyone seemed glad to see you go. Not necessarily cause they didn’t want you around, they just wanted you to have some actual rest and reprieve away from the hospital - and you were also excited to have some time away. 

You’d finally get some much needed alone time with your boyfriend.

Speaking of, where was he? He said he was going to meet you by the car, he just needed to talk to Law really quick. You leaned against the door to your car, scrolling through your phone. You’d finally purchased and set up a new one. What else did you have to do while bedridden for the better part of a few weeks? 

You weren’t paying attention when a shadow passed over you. You looked up at your giant boyfriend and grinned. “There you are.” He was just looking at you and you tilted your head to the side. “Cora?” You blinked, concern stretching over your features. Was everything okay? What happened?

“Everything o-” He cut you off as his lips crashed into yours. A surprised moan escaped you as you immediately gave into him. You’re not sure what just brought this on, but you weren’t one to turn down a make out session with him. You felt his hands cup your face gently before slowly making their way down to your hips and groping them, making you gasp.

He suddenly lifted you up, placing you on top of your small car. You always forget how fucking fall he was, surely bending down was awful on his back. However, the entire time he moved you, he didn’t once stop kissing at you. You weren’t sure you’d be able to hold back much anymore if he kept this up. You’d fuck him in your tiny car if you had to.

“Ah, fuckin’ c’mon!” You gasped, looking over and pulling away from Corazon as you heard Law’s voice tear through the air. Your boyfriend didn’t even look at Law, just staring at you with a drunk-in-love stare and a goofy grin. 

“Get a room!” Law’s face turned into a grimace. “Awww, c’mon! Love is in the air! Smile!” Shachi chimed, throwing his arm around his best friend’s neck, Penguin joining in. “Yeah, don’t shit on them just because you’re pathetic and alone.”

“I think it’s rather sweet that Corazon has someone he looks so happy with,” Bepo said with a nod and a bashful smile.

Law’s eye twitched and he shoved his friends off of him. “Shut up. You guys are about to walk home. Well, not Bepo, but you other two are about to walk home.” There were cries of protest as the quartet took off. “C’mon! Why does Bepo always get away with everything!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched them. “They’re always so lively,” you commented. “They always have been.” You looked back at the man before you, noticing that he hadn’t taken his eyes off you the entire time. 

You leaned in close, hearing his breathing hitch. “What do you say we take this to my place?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said, heading to the other side of the car.

“You just going to leave me up here?” 

“Oh! Ri-” You heard him smack on the ground and you snorted. “Please don’t break yourself before we get to the good stuff. I don’t think I’ll be able to wait any longer.” Corazon was on his feet faster than you’d ever seen him move. 

“Don’t worry. All good.” He lifted you off the car, setting you down. “You literally have a bloody nose.” 

“It’ll be fine.”

You’d take care of whatever the damage was back at your house. Right now, you wanted to get as far away from the hospital as possible. Once he set you on the ground, it was only a matter of a few moments before you were speeding off, laughing with Corazon by your side.

Smutilogue (afab, amab)

[sturnsdoll]

Hello lovely lady

Part 2 of naughty or nice , please please please please please please please please please please please and thank you 

I fear if I don’t make a part 2 then the fbi is coming for me because y’all are on my ASSSS

(I love it tho <3 part 2 will be coming soooon)

[startouched--blog]

Sweetheart, the link to rules works!! Btw I've read and.. I'm ready to request for something (of course feel free to ignore it, if you prefer to :D♥).. but what kind of dates would Ichiro, Ramuda, Doppo and Kuko bring the reader (gn!) to? qwq.. I'm curious- haha♥ Thank you and welcome again! I hope you'll feel good here and get more attention as a writer! Byee *hugs hugs*

NOTE - the request is so sweet no worries about it! hugs to you as well ! <3

SCENARIO - what kind of date would they take you on? PAIRINGS- Ichiro x gn!reader // Ramuda x gn!reader // Doppo x gn!reader // Kuko x gn!reader GENRE - fluff, dates!

Ichiro Yamada ─── ✧

☇ Ichiro would love to take you out somewhere special for such a special occasion, somewhere with some privacy is what he told you, but them he simply took you to a calm and quiet café.

☇ You would ask why he had lied about the location but he would simply chuckle and say " it's a surprise! "

☇ You'd give a huff but in return a pat on the head as he seated you. The two of you talk quietly in the booth seat while eating only a small meal, odd hmm. .

☇ The two of you finish your café meal, Ichiro taking your hand, he would lead you out somewhere else, holding your hand gently, rubbing yours with the top of his thumb.

☇ He gently placed a hand over your eyes, you were confused, but he just simple led you foreword " come ooon, not too far now s/o, I swear it will be something worth waiting for! "

☇ You'd give an exhausted sigh, but you didn't mean it in a bad way, you loved this dummy of course so you trusted him. He'd let go of your eyesight and put his hands to his hips. In front of you was a lovely set up with a blanket in the grass and some random flowers Ichiro found a little bit before the date.

☇ It seemed so quickly put together but also not as well? there was even a basket sat down on the blanket, and your boyfriend there too, what could be better. With how happy you were, you ran up to him and hugged tightly, so happy at how beautiful it was, happy to how he was there with you " you didn't have to do all of this y'know, we could have had a nice date at the café "

" ah ah! a special person like yourself deserves a special date~! "

Ramuda Amemura ─── ✧

☇ Ramuda never really has a plan on where to go for dates, it's a recurring theme with him, but it was always fun getting to wander around with him and his antics.

☇ He'd hold you hand gently and skip beside you, candy in his mouth as he spoke random things to you " ahoo! did you know . . . s/o~~ come loook!"

☇ He would take you to all kinds of stores and try to spoil you by buying you a bunch of candy or maybe something that would last longer,, you would eventually pick though and he would gladly buy it, probably sneaking a candy in the pocket anyways.

☇ He would drag you around by the hand or even wrist, sometimes clinging to your arm and whispering things to you as you walk, just to be a tease. " waaaah, s/ooooooo pay ateeeention to meee "

☇ Of course to his request, if you were taller you'd kiss the top of his head, and if shorter you'd get up and move his bangs, kissing his forehead.

☇ At the end of the date he would take you home and simply be ever so more clingy than he was earlier, he was happy to be with you and wanted you to NOT leave, so he'd cling.

☇ He would sit beside you and cling to your body, being at whiny as ever, but it was something you admired in a way, it was part of the character he chose to show you, so why not soak it in while you had all the time in the world to do so.

" waaaah, s/o do you have to leave so soooon? "

" Ramuuu you know I'll come see you tomorrow, don't be like that silly"

Doppo Kannonzaka ─── ✧

☇ Doppo would definitely plan days in advance so everything was perfect for you, being that he is so worried about things going wrong and messing up.

☇ Poor guy would be pacing back and forth as he waited for you to arrive, mumbling about all of the things that could go wrong, everything that he could mess up.

☇ When you arrived though at his door, all the worry seemed to be washed away. Looking you up and down gently with his eyes, a smile reaching his often sad looking face. He smiled and offered you inside, allowing you to grab his hand gently "a-ah s/o you. . Look good"

☇ You'd give him all the attention in the world, allowing him to take you to a small and neat table he had set out a little earlier ago, flowers set on the table as well. " They. . I got them for you. . They matched your eyes" he'd quietly mumble that confession.

☇ You'd giggle at him but it was cute, giving him a kiss on the cheek before being seated at the table. It was such a neat looking setup, Doppo bringing over the food that he had make earlier, his hand shook a little as he walked around, trying to make everything perfect.

☇ "Doppo,, there is no need to push yourself " you'd give a pout to him, rubbing your hand over his to calm him down. "b-but. . I want to make it special. . for you".

☇ He just wanted to make everything special for you, everything to be perfect for his perfect s/o, he just wanted for you to feel as good as how he viewed you. You just sighed and kissed his forehead, leaving a blush to his cheeks and ears.

☇ You spent the night eating the dinner that he had made, it was such an amazing meal, leaving you astonished at how good of a cook he was. After the meal he would clean everything up and take you to the couch, sitting you down onto his lap with blankets and pillows, just to watch the tv, a peaceful way to end it no?

" Doppo maybe you should take off work tomorrow, I think it'll help with today's stress . ." " mn. . but you've taken it all away. . s/o "

Kuko Harai ─── ✧

☇ He's like Ramuda in some ways , he doesn't really plan out what he does with you he just wants to spend time with you! No matter what it is or what it is you do with him.

☇ Although, today he decided to take you out in Nagoya, taking you out to a lovely little secluded restaurant but was still well know. " come on s/o, just this way!" he'd laugh all the way, being gentle as he held to your hand to not loose you in the random crowds that might appear on the way there.

☇ Once there, her would definitely pay for anything you'd want to eat, something small or big he'd pay for all of it, it was a special day after all hm?

☇ He'd simply let you talk about how you've been, occasionally butting in to say something or comment, but it was always when he could. He'd always be so interested in what you had to say, to him you were so much more interesting than anything else that could exist!

☇ And with that the meal was over, now all that was left was what he had actually planned for you. He'd nervously take your hand and lead you through a crowd before getting up to higher ground, sitting down on a ledge with you, holding you in his arms gently, chuckling at the blush that came to your face.

☇ Little to your knowledge, Kuko has taken you to a firework show that was in a smaller part of the city! He never told you and just wanted to see the happy change in your face, shifted from confused to excitement as the first firework was lit, bright colors filling the skies in only a matter of seconds.

☇ " beautiful huh s/o? haha! that's how I see ya"

☇ After the firework shows that played on, he'd take you to the temple to stay the night over, he didn't want you going anywhere this late at night of course! So he let you stay in his room with him for the night, what a lovely boyfriend he was~.

" aw come on s/o , we've slept together before, what makes today different ? "

" I-I I dunno! come on silly it's time for bed! "

[macawritesupdates]

hey maca, I just caught up with broken, lots of things happened and ao3 never notified me of the updates! But gosh, Yuuji finally made his proposal, I wonder how everyone will react to Sukuna being in yuuji’s life again, I’m especially worried of Choso’s reaction. Also the part about Sukuna’s past five years was a tough one, good thing I was so behind reading because the tags warned me he he I suck at angst :( but so worthy. I can’t believe there’s only 2 chapters left, wish it’d never end I loved this fanfic since the beginning, there’s not so many omega Sukuna fanfics out there, but broken and unexpected are def the bests. You are carrying the itsk fandom on your back! Which by the way and completely non pressured but is there any possibility of you slow cooking some new aob itsk fic? 👀 I’d sell you my soul for it just saying wehehe

Always is a weird feeling when a story comes to a conclusion, but I feel this story has to end in two chapters just to wrap up nice and neat like I want it to <3

Also that frees me up to update other fics and prepare for the big drop of Historically Accurate's sequel!

I'm working on a collab fic with someone that is an aob itsk fic I think is going to be super awesome and there will be a dragon one in the future once I clear out my longer fic projects! So things are coming soooon! <3

[hobidreams]

Raaaaaaaaiiin!!! I need to tell you something!!

For context, I got a job as a elementary school English teacher, I do have an English certificate but it's 10 years old soooon it's definitely outdated 🫣. The school where I work offered a course to prepare for a certification for those teachers who don't have one, so now I'm preparing for a First Certificate in English by Cambridge.

The thing issss, I want to kms when it comes to writings, I cannot write, and they are making us do like a lot of essays, and I don't know how I remember when I told you that I needed your brain (or something like that) because I can't do it, and then you answer that something that helped you was to put your ideas in order from the start to where you want to end, I did that and I got a 20/20 🤩🥹

I'm no where near ready for the writing part but at least now I know how to do it!!!

Hope you're having a good day and everything!!

Biggggg hugsssssss 🧡🥰

NUGGEETTTTTT 💓💓💓 hows your job going?? elementary school seems so hard to teach so i admire you so much for doing it 🥺 what grades do you teach??

omg IM SO PROUD OF YOU AND THAT I COULD HELP ???? PLS I CANT BELIEVE U REMEMBER THAT 😭😭😭😭 thank you so much for giving me this little boost of sunshine omg im so glad that i could assist you 20/20!!!! AHHH!! you got this. i like to write in little chunks i hate writing more than 500w a day so i usually just try to do 250 a day and it eventually gets done LOL

all my love to u babe <3 <3 <3

[transmasc-wizard]

Gabriel's from bad things happen right? What's he like?

ohoho. im glad you asked

Gabriel is from BTH, yes. he's the opening POV character and there is something deeply wrong with him

they are 19, pronouns he/they, last name shaw, gender: transed, sexuality: yes, status: in a fucked up toxic little relationship with @lychniscitrus's oc Max Gray

they were kicked out of their home for being trans when they were 16. he has ptsd, bpd, major depression, and tourette's, and i will probably end up making him autistic on accident because i do that. he is always very very tired and it's unclear whether it's disabling or not (it will become disabling).

ex-evangelical. PETTY BITCH. gabriel hates everyone he doesn't love and is terrified of being alone. loyalty is everything to him, he will stay by your side until you're literally killing him and even then he may come back. the only person he will never go back to is his father. they never wanted to be part of any of this. they just want to go home. he doesn't know what home is anymore. he is a skater boy. he said see u later boy

im love him <3 i will introduce his wip. soon. soooon

[authorhjk1]

When is Part 3 of the Hate haewon series coming ouuuuut

Soooon!

I actually have like 90% of part 3 figured out, I just have to write it now. So it's only a matter of what I'm focusing on right now, since I still have older requests waiting. But I'm planning on dedicating a couple of days only to writing, where I probably have almost 10 hours a day to catch up on your requests. That will happen after the 25th , that's the deadline of the project I'm working on for university.

But what I have planned will blow you away. (At least that's what I'm hoping)

[southparkhcsocs]

BABESSSSS THE NEW PANNELS ARE SO GOOD<3

Thank you!! Next part coming soooon

[simplydelfinooo]

help guys PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE post your opinions and comments on new episodes of vbts here and NOT my discord, it gets kinda overwhelming to see hundreds of individual dms :P

(and yes, you can still ask anything about what’s canon or not in the series! i will clarify! :D)

thank youuu and the final lite part 1 coming soooon <3

[missrandomdreamer]

Hope and Heisenberg Snippet *Coming Soooon*

Gonna be posting a little fluff snippet of Heisenberg and Hope sometimes soon. I think Im slowly coming to the conclusion that their story is gonna be just snippets and not an actual story DX but we will see ~ I think I can write better in short little stories than a continuous story but yeee

but just gonna say snippet is about around Valentine's Day :3 and kind of thinking might be multiple parts

a clue to the story >:D

[endlessthxxghts]

Dr. Miller definitely has that effect 🤭🥵…

THANK YOU SMMM IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED🥹

PART 2 COMING SOOOON !! <3

Dr. Miller

Orthopedic!Joel Miller x afab!Reader || W/C: 3.5k

Summary: You’ve been dealing with a pain in your hip for a few weeks now, and it’s time you visit a specialist to see what’s going on.

Warnings: Reader is able-bodied. No physical descriptions for reader, all neutral (“your thigh”, etc). She/her pronouns for reader. Your occupation is a writer (LOL😙). Reader has a weird hatred for doctor appointments. Slight clothing description, no sizes mentioned. Pet names (darlin, angel, girl). Canon divergent - no outbreak, medical professional AU. You and Joel are literally strangers… like… ya just met today. 18+ MDNI. Inherent power imbalance (doctor-patient relations)….doctor’s office….Lots of teasing/dirty talk...oral (f receiving)…“author chose not to use archive warnings” - I don’t want to say too much!!! But pls note that there is explicit sexual activity occurring!!... proceed with horny caution… Please let me know if I need to add anything up here!

A/N: I was talking to @javierpena-inatacvest about a doctor’s experience I had (IT WAS NOWHERE NEAR INAPPROPRIATE LIKE THIS LMAOO JUST TO CLARIFY), and then we started joking around about if Joel were the doctor that I saw. So, I wrote this👹. Also I must mention!! I wouldn’t have been completely inspired/motivated to write this if it weren’t for @swiftispunk’s gynecologist!Joel Miller series she put out a little while ago!! It’s fucking amazing and yummy, and if you haven’t read that yet, DO IT NOW! 🫶 Alrighty, I love you all, I hope you enjoy xxx

MASTERLIST || NOTIF BLOG || see end notes

Your appointment with DR. MILLER is coming up! Please arrive 15 minutes prior to your appointment time: 4:00PM. 

You got this text yesterday, grumbling to yourself about the fifteen minute early request. Why not just schedule the appointment for 3:45 then? you thought. 

Doctor appointments were your least favorite thing on the planet, no matter the reason. So when your hip started giving you trouble these last few weeks, so much so that you began to walk with a limp, you knew you weren’t going to get away with time as your medicine. 

You were pretty knowledgeable when it came to your body — that’s what years of not wanting to see medical professionals have trained you for — so with this particular pain, you knew you had to see a specialist. After doing some research to see which doctors took your insurance, you finally settled on a practice just ten minutes from your house. 

You arrived at your appointment at exactly 3:45, filling out the preliminary paperwork in less than five minutes leaving you to wait for ten.

Around 4:01, your name was called by one of the nurses, directing you to a room with two chairs, a medical bed, a light screen on the wall to display x-rays, and a computer screen mounted to the wall with a shelf below for the mouse and keyboard. The computer screen was facing away from where you’d be sitting. 

You settle yourself into one of the chairs, waiting for the nurse to start his round of questions only for the doctor to ask you the same thing over again. 

“Can you confirm your name and date of birth for me?” 

“Mhm,” you reply monotonously, stating your information back to him. 

“Great, thanks! And what brings you in today?”

“Well, the last few weeks I’ve had this dull pain in my left hip. It hurts in any kind of position I put it into, and I haven’t really done anything out of routine to trigger this,” you explain, still pretty annoyed. 

“And do you have pain right now? Can you rate it, 1 to 10?” The nurse asks as he types up your explanation. 

“Mm, I’d say about a 6 right now. Though, the pain has gone up to a 10.” 

The nurse hums in acknowledgment, clicking a few things on screen before he sets the computer into sleep mode. “Alright, I’ve put everything you told me in your chart. Dr. Miller will be in here shortly to review it over with you and get to the bottom of your pain. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this for a few weeks!”

His sweet and validating demeanor is like a slap to the face. He’s just doing his job, while you’re over here being not as sweet for absolutely no reason. You let out a deep sigh before you give the nurse an apologetic smile. “Thank you,” you say sincerely. “I really appreciate your help.”

“Just doing my job,” he responds with a smile, shutting your door softly to give you some privacy while you wait. 

Maybe you’ve been a little harsh towards the people in this field. Yeah, you’ve had some shit experiences, and maybe that’s why you’ve always loathed appointments of any kind, but not all of them are that way. Some are simply just doing their job. 

A few minutes pass, and a small knock to your door pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“Hey, there, I’m Dr. Miller,” the man says, a deep southern drawl blessing your ears. 

The moment your eyes drag up to meet the tall man before you, all words and breath are stolen from your lungs. 

Oh, fuck. 

Dr. Miller is fucking hot. 

His eyebrows begin to furrow, staring at you a little longer before saying your name questioningly, followed by a “Right?” 

Finally, you break out from your trance, realizing you’re utterly staring. Your eyes go wide, and you realize he’s been holding his hand out for you to shake. “Oh, shit..” you mutter to yourself. “Hi, yes, that’s me- sorry, Dr. Miller-” you ramble, cheeks on fire as you shakily reach for his hand. 

A soft chuckle escapes his mouth, and God, your entire body starts to grow hot. “No worries, darlin’,” he smiles. God, his smile. What kind of water does this man drink?

You laugh nervously as your heart lurches in your chest from his name for you. Bedside manner, you think. He probably calls all his patients some kind of nickname. For comforting purposes. Right? You keep quiet, not wanting to let more words slip from your mouth in the case that you embarrass yourself more. 

Dr. Miller logs himself into the computer, his eyes squinting at the screen as he reads the notes the nurse left behind. 

“Few weeks… dull pain… left hip…” he whispers to himself. “Uh huh,” he says as he finishes reading. “And you’re sure you don’t recall doin’ anythin’ out of your regular routine?”

“No, Dr. Miller, I really can’t,” you grimace, hating that you really don’t know what’s wrong. 

As he sits there contemplating, you can physically see the gears turning in his head, and it’s just about the hottest thing you have ever seen. He is just about the hottest thing you’ve ever seen-

“Wait,” he says, the lightbulb shining bright above his head. 

“What?” You reply a little too eager for your liking. 

“What do you do for work, darlin’?” He asks, scrolling through your chart once more to see if your occupation is on file. 

The second he asks the question, you feel your face flush impossibly more, knowing damn well where this conversation is going.

You hesitate before you answer. “...I’m…I’m a writer…” you whisper, a defeated smile weakly plastered across your face.

His eyebrows raise, a silent smug uh huh already bouncing around in your brain. 

“And do you, uh… you sit a lot? Don’t ya?” Dr. Miller asks, knowing your answer already. 

“I do,” you admit, your hands going up to cover your face, your guilt. 

“And I reckon you forget to take them breaks? Stretch out your body a bit, huh?” Dr. Miller has given up hiding his shit-eating grin at this point.

“You reckon right,” you mirror his sentiment. 

“Mhm,” he hums. He waits for you to remove your hands from your face and you meet his eyes. When you do, he cocks his head to the side, gesturing to the bed. “Hop up there real quick, I wanna try somethin’.” 

“Oh, okay,” you say softly, sitting at the edge of the bed timidly. His hands reach for your shoulders first, guiding you to lay flat on your back. “I’m gonna slide you closer to the edge here, so your legs dangle off. That okay?”

“Yeah,” you squeak out, your breath struggling to make its way to your lungs at the way his ginormous hands ghost the coast of your thigh. 

At your confirmation, his hands secure themselves on the underside of your thighs, pulling you to the very edge of the bed, your hips nearly an inch away from being right against his own. You swear he can hear the rapid beat of your heart right now. 

“Still alright there?” he asks. So attentive, you think. You catch yourself smirking, immediately placing your hand over your mouth. You give him a muffled mhm in response. 

“Let me know if I’m hurtin’ ya at all, okay, darlin’? I’ll stop,” he tells you as he slowly begins guiding your legs open. He spreads your legs into a near butterfly position — you can feel the tightness in your hips slowly start to release. “Deep breath in and out, it relaxes your body more.”

And to your surprise, it does. You take one deep breath in, then out, and you can feel your legs fall even wider, your hip joint completely relaxed and not as tight as it was when you came in. 

“Atta girl,” Dr. Miller beams, feeling the stretch. Your heartbeat floats down to the heart between your legs under his praise, and all you wish you could do right now is shut your legs in case of any wetness that’s bound to say hello any minute now because you are fucking soaked. You knew you should’ve worn underwear today, damn it. 

He keeps you in this position for a minute, letting your body enjoy the freedom of pain. If he can feel your body beginning to squirm — and not out of any discomfort — he doesn’t say anything. Although he can’t deny the pretty intimate position he’s put you two into. And, you are quite beautiful. He couldn’t help the butterflies in his gut when he first walked in. And seeing you get all flustered with him? It was so damn cute-

“Why the left?” He blurts out, trying to get his thoughts away from the fact that he’s holding you open and can practically smell the arousal radiating from you — nevermind the tiniest hint of your wetness leaking through your sweatpants.

You track your eyes to his. His gaze was somewhere else before he met yours. “Huh?” You ask, too distracted to register his sudden question. 

“You, uh- you say you write. And you sit. A lot. How are you sittin’ that it’s only your left buggin’ ya?” 

“Oh,” you sigh. “Yeah… I probably don’t sit in very good positions…” you admit. His eyebrow quirks. You explain more. “…I sit…with my left leg propped up-”

“Jesus,” Joel cuts you off with a headshake. “Well, I mean. You’re pretty flexible,” he says as he, without thinking, squeezes your thigh. “Maybe you oughta incorporate yoga or somethin’ throughout your day,” he suggests. 

The tiniest of gasps leave your throat at the sensation. “Yeah, maybe,” you reply breathily. 

“Y’know what, let’s try one more thing, alright? How you feelin’, you okay still, darlin’?” 

“I’m good, Dr. Miller,” you reply honestly, your head feeling like it’s floating already the longer you stay in his presence and his touch.

He smiles at you, his eyes warm with a hint of something else you can’t — or shouldn’t — pinpoint. He places both hands on your left thigh, one on the outside and one on the inside. “Alright, I’m gonna pull your thigh over your right one. Try ‘n keep your back flat on the bed. I wanna see how this stretch makes you feel. Again, darlin’, let me know if I’m hurtin’ ya.” 

The second your thigh crosses over, a shameless moan leaves your throat — your legs crossing did absolutely nothing to ease your aching center, only stimulating the smallest but sweetest amount of friction to get you to break. “Fuck-” you gasp, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry- that was loud-”

You glance at Dr. Miller. He’s already looking at you, a pained look on his face. He’s tense. The grip he has on your thigh is tightening, but you don’t say anything. You don’t want to. “You don’t need to apologize for that, angel,” he coos. “It’s such a relief when you finally get that release, huh?” 

“Ye- yeah,” you manage, your voice barely a whisper, your eyes transfixed on the way his hands look on your body. He’s guiding you back into your first position, the one that opens you for him. 

“Yeah,” he repeats. “Ya just needed to be opened up a bit. Ain’t that right, angel?” He asks, hands fixed on the inside of both your thighs, dangerously close to where you desperately need him. 

Your breathing is heavy, heart running a mile a minute. “Dr. Miller,” you whine. “Please,” your eyebrows furrow, eyelids fluttering shut on the high your body is giving you. 

One of his hands scoot closer in, his thumb slowly starts to caress the outer part of your pussy. “What‘s wrong, darlin’? Are ya in pain now?” 

“Mhm,” you whimper, hips bucking into his hold. 

“Where, baby? Tell me where, let me fix it for you,” he says in a baby, almost mockful tone. You’re too fucking turned on to analyze how he’s speaking to you. All you know is that you need his fingers, his tongue, his cock — something, to fuck you right now. 

You buck your hips once more, wordlessly showing him where. That won’t do for Dr. Miller. “Need to hear ya, angel,” he says, a mix of comfort yet stern in his voice. 

“F-fuck-” you let out. You are not about to beg your doctor to touch you right now. That is wrong on so many levels. Especially for him. He could lose his license, his entire career, his-

“Touch me, Dr. Miller, please,” you whisper desperately, not wanting to be too loud in case anyone passes by. 

A satisfied grin spreads between his cheeks. He taps your hip once, and you lift up, letting his fingers hook themselves in the hem to slide them off you. He whistles lowly at the sight, his head softly shaking in disbelief. “God damn, angel. This messy for me, baby?”

You nod your head rapidly, soft mewls of an affirmative leave your throat. 

Dr. Miller pulls the rolling chair underneath himself and he sits, lining his face right up against your sex. His hands are fixed on the outsides of your thighs, keeping you open for him. He leans in and breathes deeply. His lip twitches. His eyes are on yours again, dark, pleading. “Tell me to stop,” he mutters. 

“What?” you ask, dizzy at the notion that this man — your doctor — that you just met is mere centimeters away from your face. 

“Tell me to stop,” he nearly demands. 

You shift your hips, bringing yourself closer to his mouth. 

“No.”

“Fuckin’ christ, girl,” he snarls. 

His fingers dig into your thighs, his face diving right into your core. He licks the entirety of you with the flat of his tongue, the slick building between your folds causing his eyes to fly back. 

You’re no better as your hand flies to your mouth, biting into your flesh to stop yourself from moaning out. He can feel your body writhe in his grasp, your hips utterly begging to grind against his scruffy face and hooked nose. 

Your fast-paced breathy whimpers mixed with the sounds of Dr. Miller’s slurping are all what consumes the room — consuming him, consuming you. 

His tongue massages around your entrance before he finally pushes himself in, his nose pushing against your pulsing clit. 

“Oh, Dr. Miller, yes-” you gasp out, particularly loud, at the action. You fully slap your hand over your mouth this time, immediately muffling the uncontrollable lewdness spilling from your mouth. 

Dr. Miller reluctantly pulls his tongue from you and wraps his mouth around your bud, sucking and swirling his tongue against every sweet spot of yours, nearly yanking you to your mind-blowing high. One hand leaves your thigh and makes its way to you. He rubs his middle and ring finger in your arousal before he pushes his fingers inside of you, pumping at the same pace his tongue works your clit, and that’s what does it. 

“Fuckfuckfuck-!” You scream out into your hand, biting into your palm with a sheer force you know your hand will suffer the consequences from later. He groans into your cunt, his vibrations sending further tingles up your spine. Your hips buck into Dr. Miller’s face once more, drawing out the pure ecstasy you never knew existed. 

Dr. Miller’s head finally lifts off you, a blissed look written all over his shiny face. His fingers come to a halt and find their way into his mouth; Dr. Miller is very thorough in making sure he doesn’t waste a drop. 

The action sends you clenching on nothing, and Dr. Miller’s knees damn near buckle at the sight. 

He checks the clock on his watch, and he’s still on track with his timing. His hands mindlessly reach for his pants, but he pauses as he finally realizes what the fuck he’s just done and actually doing right now. 

You notice his hesitancy, and you know it’s probably the more rational decision to just stop right here. To stop this from going any further. To let this appointment come to an end, go home, and search for a new doctor. But when your eyes drag down to the tenting fabric of his scrubs, all rational thought fades from your brain. 

“Dr. Miller,” you whisper, bringing his attention back to you. You let your legs fall impossibly wider, allowing him the space to slot his broad body between your thighs. And just like that, his hunger is back. 

He pulls his pants just enough to free himself, and holy fuck, is he huge. Thick and uncut, a slight lean to the right, and your mouth fucking drools. “Good god, you’re fucking huge,” you laugh nervously, your face hotter than the depths of hell. 

He pumps his length once, a smirk forming at your comment as he makes his way to you. He lets it rest against your drenched folds, advancings his hips softly. His tip catches at your clit, your heart skipping a beat at the sensation. “Yeah?” Dr. Miller asks. “You nervous, angel?”

You look away from him, bashful at the question. “A little,” you admit.

His hand reaches for your face, his thumb and pointer finger grabbing on your chin to make you look at him. “It’ll fit, angel,” he reassures. 

“You sure?”

“We’ll make it fit,” he tells you. 

Withdrawing himself all the way back, he guides his tip to your entrance, settling his fingers to your clit, pulling more wetness from you to make this as easy as possible. 

Steadily, Dr. Miller begins to push in, and right away, the stretch stings, a pained groan falls from your lips. He stops, his hands on your cheeks immediately. 

“You okay?” he grunts, trying his best to stay composed at how tight you are with him barely inside you. 

You open your mouth to answer, but something else — someone else beats you.

“Dr. Miller,” a nurse talks through the door, two knocks preceding their words. “Everything okay in there? Your next appointment just arrived.” 

Calm and collected, like the head of his cock is not inside of you right now, he responds. “Just finishin’ up,” he calls out. “Gimme a minute.”

Both of you remain completely still, waiting to hear the footsteps walk away. After a beat, both of you release a heavy breath neither of you realize were holding. 

Dr. Miller looks at you apologetically, both of you wincing as he pulls out of you. He pulls his pants back up in an awkwardly charged silence, tucking his shirt back in before he picks up your sweats off the ground and helps you back into them. 

Without another word, he starts for the door.

“Dr. Miller…” you trail off, nervous. 

He freezes, turning his body to you, but not meeting your face. He knows if he looks into those eyes, no one will be able to pull him from this room. “I’ve gotta get to my next patient, darlin’,” he tells you. “I’m sorry.”

The door clicks, and you’re all alone, the tears threatening to fall at the whiplash of emotional highs. You hear another soft knock, so you wipe your eyes away, your wishful thinking hoping that you don’t look as wrecked as you feel. 

The nurse who took the intake questions opens the door. “You’re all set,” he says with a smile. 

“Thank you,” you say as you gather your things.

Before you can reach the exit, a woman calls out for you. “Oh, wait up! Did Dr. Miller say when he wants to see you next?” 

“Oh, um…” you pretend to recall. You two were a little too occupied with other things to get to that part of the appointment. 

“No, he didn’t- I don’t think- I, um, I can’t remember,” you stammer, the flow of your beating heart roaring in your ears. 

“That’s no worries at all, honey. You’re good to go, then, I’ll talk with Dr. Miller, and we’ll get scheduling to call you back, okay? Have a wonderful rest of your evening,” she tells you.

As soon as you get home, you plop into your bed, eyes stinging, pussy pulsing and wet, your heart full of every emotion under the sun. 

You’re unsure of what to do or how to feel now, but one thing is for sure.

You need to see him again. 

“Dr. Miller,” his nurse calls.

“Yeah, Dee, what’s up?”

“Your 4 o’ clock-” Dee repeats your name from the patient chart she’s looking at. “When did you wanna see her again?”

“Oh, uh-”

She speaks once more, her eyes fixed on the paperwork before her. “Her problems sound like a chiro’s issue, don’t they? Why don’t I just send a referral-”

“No,” he cuts off, a little too much power to his voice. He clears his throat. “Sorry- uh, I mean- no as in, I’ll treat her. She mentioned somethin’ else that seems more complex for one of them chiros, no offense to them. I just wanna check one more thing before I can diagnose and create a plan,” he explains. 

“Okay,” she says without rebuttal. “When should we schedule her?”

“As soon as possible.” 

Sooooo…. Part 2?

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[mydearesthrry]

texts between y/n and h — a saga

eeeek first piece of work for aidt uni!!!! so excited <3 HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!

ranges from years 2012-2014, part two coming soooon !!!

2012

harry styles: Hiiii. :P

y/n: uh oh

y/n: what now

harry styles: Whaaaaat? I didnt even say anything yet!

y/n: sure but i dont like ur tone of hiiiii

y/n: u seem like ur up to no good

harry styles: What do you mean. :[

harry styles: I had good news!!!

y/n: alright bug, hit me

harry styles: I’m having a short break from tour in a little!!!! :D

y/n: bubs omg!!!!!!!!!! im so excited eeeek!!!!!!!!

y/n: we can hang out right??? im in the middle of recording the new album so u can come to the studiooooooooo

harry styles: Yessss! That’s what I was thinkinggggg. I’m so tired, I can’t wait to sleep.

y/n: i know bub, just hold out a little bit longer and you can sleep alllll you want.

harry styles: Will u cuddle me???? Lol! :P

y/n: of course. now go, u have a show soon. ily text me when ur off <3 <3 <3

harry styles: Yes ma’am. Wish me luck! :D

——

y/n: pssssttttt

harry styles: Oh hiiiiii. Whats up???

y/n: is everyone down there asleep?

harry styles: Umm, yes? Why bug?

y/n: im hungry

y/n: i want a pb&j

harry styles: Ah. Okayyyyyy give me a sec. :D

y/n: huh

y/n: harry what

y/n: oh god where did u go

y/n: HARRY WHAT WAS THAT BANGING NOISE

y/n: omfg u absolute idiot

y/n: im coming downstairs u better not be bleeding im serious

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2013

y/n: hi

harry: hi, whats up?

y/n: ummmmmmmmm

harry: y/n…

y/n: i didnt do anything bad!!

y/n: i just accidentally ate nialls last avocado

y/n: can we go to the store and buy some so it doesnt look like i did

harry: sure, lovie.

harry: be ready in 10?

y/n: yes. ur the best i love youuuuuuu

harry: i know you do.

y/n: if he finds out can i blame it on u :)))))

harry: you will anyway

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y/n: HARRY

harry: what???????

y/n: i miss u

y/n: im bored and im tired of singing

y/n: my poor voice hurts :(

harry: are you at the studio?

y/n: yeah :((

harry: okay, give me a sec and ill be there shortly. any food you want?

y/n: maccies? :D

harry: alright. hang in there lovie, be there soon.

y/n: kk <3333

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2014

y/n: h :(

harry: hi

harry: whats wrong lovie

y/n: i have a fever :((((((

harry: oh nooooooo!!!!

harry: want me to come over and being remedies?

y/n: please? i cant fuckin move

harry: alright drama queen, give me 30, okay?

y/n: okay :))))

y/n: love youuuuuuu

harry: love you tooooo. :D

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harry: hmmm

y/n: what

harry: i dont think im gonna cut my hair

y/n: FUCK

y/n: OHHHHHHHHH MY GOD

y/n: I PRAYED FOR DAYS LIKE THIS

harry: ???

y/n: LONG HAIR HARRY?!???????

y/n: ARE U REALLY LEAVING UR HAIR

y/n: u know everyone already calls u prince

y/n: bc it looks like u have prince hair

harry: i wont cut it, unless you want me to??

y/n: DONT

y/n: EVER LET SCISSORS NEAR UR HAIR

harry: noted, the princess does not want my hair cut! :P

y/n: <3 <3 <3