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All of Me

Part 2

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: You see Jake again, much sooner than expected.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Mentions of medical stuff, probable naval inaccuracies, mentions of losing a spouse, etc. Please see disclaimer below also.

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Monday morning greets you like a slap in the face.

Between the jet lag, late night with Jake, and a full day of adjusting to being back home with your son, you were exhausted when your alarm went off.

You wished you had toothpicks to keep your eyes open that morning in orientation… the exact same orientation that you’ve done with every move.

You nearly cried when you were dismissed for lunch.

A familiar voice takes you back to the past as you make your way back to your office for lunch.

It was one of the things you were both excited about and dreading about being back here.

“Ma’am? Lieutenant Commander Kerner?”

You smile as you turn. “Lieutenant Bradshaw, long time no see.”

“Too long,” he agrees as he pulls you in for a quick hug. “God, I can’t believe how big Drew’s getting when I saw him last week.”

“You’re telling me. I swear he grew a foot in the six months I was gone,” you reply, tilting your head as you approach your office as an invite.

“Deployments suck,” he agrees. “He’s looking more and more like Andy every day,” Bradley says softly, following you in.

Some people don’t like talking about their deceased spouses, but you loved hearing it; loved that people remembered him.

“Stubborn like him too,” you mutter with a roll of your eyes.

Bradley laughs, “I think we both know he gets that from you.”

You answer by throwing a crouton from your salad at him.

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Bradley has you laughing through your lunch hour, reminiscing about the trouble you had gotten up to together in your younger years.

You were 2 years older than Andy, who was 2 years older than Bradley and the two of them had grown up together. Ron, your father-in-law, had flown with Bradley’s dad and became one of his honorary uncles after Goose had passed away.

Drew loved Uncle Roo, who often took him overnight for ‘boys nights’; Drew refused to tell you what the two of them got up to, just giggling when you asked.

“Where were you Saturday night? I called but it went straight to voicemail,” you ask.

“I-uh, had a date,” he says, flushing and scratching the back of his neck. He always does that when he’s not telling you something.

“A date? Is that what you call getting your dick wet now?”

“Shut up,” he laughs, avoiding the question; which just confirms it. He sighs before he looks at your wedding ring, still on your left hand. “You know he wouldn’t want you to be alone.”

“I-“ you start but are interrupted by a knock on your door frame.

“Dr. Kerner? Your first patient is all set. Just a routine physical,” your nurse, Sophie, says by the door. You smile at the way her eyes look Bradley up and down.

“Thanks, Soph, I’ll be right there,” you reply, happy to avoid the conversation.

“I’ll talk to you later, Kernsie,” Bradley calls you by Andy’s nickname before rising to his feet as he follows Sophie out. You can hear him introducing himself to her as they walk down the hall.

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You knock and enter the exam room as you grab the chart from the basket outside the door without looking at the name on the front.

“Hi, I-Jake?” Your stomach flips as you see your one-night stand sitting in front of you.

“Reese? What are you doing here?” Jake says, rising to his feet.

How can he look so good in a hospital gown?

“I-,” you stutter, before shaking your head. You’re a professional, act like one. “I’m Dr. Kerner.”

“You’re a doctor?” He repeats, still processing. “You just told me you worked in healthcare.”

“Yes, it is the truth. And said you worked in aviation…,” you trail off, looking at his chart finally. “You’re a fighter pilot.”

Just like Andy was. You definitely have a type.

“I’m sorry,” you continue, shutting his chart. “This is a conflict of interest. I’ll have you reschedule with Dr. Thompson.”

“No!” He puts his hand over your arm. “Can you see me today? Please? Dr. Thompson is booked out and if I don’t get this physical done today, I’m grounded.”

“It’s not my fault you waited until the last minute,” you lecture, quirking a brow.

“I know,” he sighs, removing his hand from your arm. “It’s mine. I just hate anything medical-just never mind. I’ll reschedule.”

His pitiful tone tugs at your heartstrings.

“Just get on the table. If anyone asks, this is the first time we’ve met,” you sigh, gesturing with your hand for him to sit on the exam table.

“Thanks,” he replies, flashing you a dimpled grin that surely gets him into and out of trouble.

You can’t help sneaking a peek at his cute Calvin Klein-clad butt as he turns to do ask you asked.

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He flinches when you snap the nitrile gloves you put on moments later.

“Lay back for me,” you instruct as you pull the footrest out as he reclines. You can feel his heart rate increase when you feel the lymph nodes in his neck down to his armpit.

Yours begins to race as your hands journey lower to palpate the sharp cut of his abdomen.

Good God he’s ripped.

“Next, I’m going to put my hand by your groin to feel the lymph nodes there, is that okay?” Your hands pause on his lower abdomen as you wait for him to consent.

“Yes,” he replies, inhaling sharply when your fingers lift the waistband and dip inside to feel along the line connecting his groin to his thigh. It’s not uncommon for male patients to get an erection during an exam, but it’s a first for you to like the way his cock twitches.

Your face heats as you remember how Andy would let you practice exams on him while in med school. Those “exams” always ended in sex.

Guess you might have a medical role-play kink.

“All good so far,” you murmur as you guide him into a seated position.

“Take a deep breath in,” you request from Jake’s side as you listen to his lungs before moving your stethoscope lower. “Good, again.”

Both your face and between your legs heat when you see the scratch marks down his back that your nails left 2 nights prior.

“Looks like you got mauled by a cougar,” you tease as you run your fingers over the red lines, delighting in his sharp inhale and the goosebumps that follow.

“Maybe I did,” he turns toward you, eyes meeting yours before flicking to your lips.

“Maybe I should report you for allowing someone to damage government property,” you smirk, coming around to stand in front of him.

“You’re the one-wait, you’re fucking married?” He exclaims moments later, zeroing in on your ring when you place your stethoscope on his chest to listen to his heart.

“Shhhh!” You shush him, looking at the door, waiting for someone to burst through.

“What the fuck, Reese?!” He hisses. The disgust in his tone makes you want to curl in on yourself, even though you’ve done nothing wrong.

“Jake, I-“ you start to answer, but he cuts you off.

“You’re wearing a wedding ring and you weren’t on Saturday. Why would ask me to have a drink with you? Jesus, Reese. I don’t fuck married women,” he seethes, looking away. “Who’s your husband? Do I have to worry about getting reprimanded or my ass kicked?”

“Andrew Kerner,” you reply, “and no. He passed away 8 years ago.”

His head whips toward you.

“Drifter was your husband? Slider’s son?” He asks, putting all of the pieces together.

You nod as you begin to check his reflexes.

“Shit,” he pales as he realizes how he just treated you. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you reply, “You didn’t know.”

His reaction hurt, but it was fair. You were wearing a wedding ring.

“I don’t wear it to the beach because of the sand and sunscreen, otherwise I usually wear it on my right hand,” you explain, “but when I’m at work or somewhere I don’t want to appear single, I keep it on my left. I’m…just not ready to be done wearing it yet.”

“I’ve heard he was a good man. He sure was one helluva pilot,” Jake says before putting his hand over yours that’s on his knee. You suppress the shiver at the feel of his callouses. “I really am sorry, Reese.”

“You’re forgiven,” you reply, giving him a small smile.

“You know Rooster then,” he thinks aloud, then his eyes widen as his eyes flock to your stomach, your c-section scar. “You’re Drew’s mom.”

The mama bear in you bristles. “How do you know Drew?”

“I transferred here…the same unit as Rooster about 5 months ago,” he explains quickly, picking up you don’t mess around when it comes to your son. “He took Drew to a Padres game for one of their boys days a few weeks ago and invited me too.”

You relax at his response. You trust that Roo wouldn’t take Drew around just anyone

“He’s a great kid, Reese,” he continues. “Takes after you; cute, funny, sarcastic, smart.”

“Thanks. He is pretty great,” you agree. “Now stand up and bend over for me.”

He blushes as he chuckles before he does as asks. “I think that’s the first time a woman’s said that to me.”

You roll your eyes but a laugh escapes as you evaluate his spine. “Alright,” you tap him to stand again, “I’m sure you’ve heard this one before: drop your drawers.”

He flushes further and he laughs as he does as he lets his underwear drop. “Yes ma’am.”

You grab your wheeled stool to sit while trying to ignore the rush of arousal his words send between your thighs as your hand sneaks under the gown.

“I’m going to touch your inner thigh and then your testicles to feel for a hernia with your permission,” you obtain consent again and proceed when he nods.

He looks away, pink still staining his cheeks as your hand moves up his thigh. He hardens instantly, tenting the fabric directly in front of your face.

“Turn your head and cough for me? Good,” you say, looking at the floor. It’s both awkward and arousing; you can’t imagine how he feels. “One more time. Good.”

You rise and nod for him to pull his underwear back on, turning your back on him to remove your gloves and wash your hands to give him an illusion of privacy.

“I’ll step out so you can get dressed,” you say as you dry your hands.

“Just like yesterday morning,” he says, smirking to let you know he’s teasing when your eyes meet his.

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“You’re all set then, lieutenant,” you tell him as you finish charting, “do you have any other questions?”

“Just one,” he replies. “Why’d you leave without waking me up? Or leaving your number? I really like you. I thought we had fun.”

You’re surprise His hurt tone dents the wall you constructed around your heart.

“I did have fun,” you answer truthfully and sigh before you continue. “I don’t get a lot of free time, Jake. That’s why I was at the beach Saturday. I just got back from a 6-month deployment early and Drew was at still Disney with Grandma and Grandpa. I found out yesterday morning they were on their way back and I wanted to beat them home,” you explain. “I saw your dog tags by the door when I was looking for something to leave you a note with and figured I’d see you around since I’m now stationed here. I didn’t expect it quite so soon though.”

“Can I take you out sometime? I’d like to get to know you better,” he asks, hopeful.

His face falls a second later at your hesitation.

“I’m a 38 year old, widowed, single mom. You’re what…30?” He nods once and you continue, “I’m not really looking for a relationship right now; I barely have any time for myself, much less a relationship. You deserve someone young and fun that can do things at the drop of a hat.”

He nods, mulling over your words before he grabs a pen and scribbles something on the notepad sitting on the desk.

He rises and hands you the note.

“There’s my number if you change your mind or just want another night of fun,” he says as he walks toward the door. “I’ll gladly take anything you’re willing to give me.”

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Disclaimer: this is just fiction and fun. A medical provider should NEVER make inappropriate comments/touches, etc. They SHOULD get consent before touching you. Lmk if you have any questions/concerns with this.

A/N: Sorry about the wait, for those of you who don’t follow me closely, I’ve been at the beach on a girls trip for the past 5 days.

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Summary: When a serious magical threat comes to Mystic Falls and puts Josie and Lizzie at risk, Caroline and Ric send Klaus' ex down to New Orleans to seek safe harbor for the girls with him. Or, what if Y/N went to New Orleans instead of Caroline, and Klaus was free to see them.

Word Count: 2,966

Category: Angst, Fluff

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I chewed my lip as I stared up at the building before me. If this were any other situation, I would've turned on my heel and run by now. But there were two little girls, one on either side of me, who needed me to be strong. This was their best hope of being safe, which meant all of my stuff needed to take a back seat.

I took a deep breath, trying not to let the girls sense just how nervous I was, then started heading for the door to the bar. It was the middle of the day, so hopefully no one would mind me bringing two kids in with me.

Caroline and Ric had trusted me with Josie and Lizzie, and I refused to let them down. Some new supernatural none of us knew existed had come to town and, worse, had started going after the girls. So, I'd sat down with their parents, and we'd figured out a plan to keep them safe: take them to the bigger, badder supernatural who I used to know.

My eyes scanned the bar for the familiar face of Klaus Mikaelson, and after a moment, I found him. He was leaning against the counter talking to the bartender, and I was surprised he couldn't hear my heart beating out of my chest from here. I hadn't seen him in years, and I'd also rejected him the last time I saw him. But he was the best chance the girls had, so I was just going to have to hope he didn't hate me now.

I cleared my throat, shook my nerves off as well as I could, herded the girls into a booth where I could keep an eye on them, then turned to face the bar. I found Klaus already looking at me, his arms crossed and a curious look on his face as he leaned against the counter. A wave of emotions hit me at once, but I shoved back against the feeling, squaring my shoulders and putting one foot in front of the other until I stood in front of Klaus.

"Hello, love," he said, and my heart damn near stopped in my chest. I took a deep breath. "It's good to see you again."

"It's... it's good to see you again, too."

And it was. Most of my friends had been relieved when Klaus finally left town, and they'd freaked out the minute they found out he'd come back to see me. And at the time, I'd convinced myself they were right, and that it was better he was gone. But standing before him now, that slight smirk on his face, I realized I had really, really missed him.

"So what brings you to New Orleans?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He looked past me to where the girls were playing a clapping game in the booth. "I take it it has something to do with them."

I sighed. "Yeah. Yeah, it does."

"And who's the father?"

Now it was my turn to cross my arms and raise an eyebrow.

"They're actually not mine. But I'd say you don't have a lot of room to judge, considering the reason you moved to New Orleans in the first place."

"Who said I was judging? I was just trying to gauge how jealous I might need to be."

I huffed a laugh, trying and failing to hide my smile by glancing at the ground. Nik grinned at me, and for just a flash of a moment, it was like nothing had changed between us since the last time I'd seen him.

But then I heard Josie and Lizzie behind me, and I remember why I'd come here in the first place. I sighed and met Nik's eyes again.

"I need your help."

His eyebrows immediately drew together, and he straightened up from the bar, taking a half step towards me. The intensity of his worried stare made my heart melt.

"What's wrong, love?"

"There's a new supernatural in town. Or a few new ones, I guess. We're struggling a little bit to deal with them, and they've made Josie and Lizzie their targets. Caroline and Ric are their parents for all intents and purposes, and we sat down and decided our best chance at keeping the girls safe is if I left with them, alone, and came to you."

"And whose idea was that?"

"...Mine. It... actually took a lot of convincing for Ric and Caroline to let me bring them to you."

A hint of a smile flickered across Nic's face as he huffed a barely audible laugh. His beautiful blue eyes met mine with the intensity I'd seen a thousand times for both good and bad moments, and it made my heart race.

"You will always be welcome here, with me. I'll keep the three of you safe."

Relief washed over me. I closed my eyes, taking a minute, and when I opened them again I found Nik still watching me intently. I thought he might lean in for a hug or a kiss or something else, but instead, he just gave me a small smile and nodded in the direction of the girls.

"Mind introducing me?"

The girls absolutely loved Nik from the first moment they met him, and he was nothing but sweet and patient and kind. He made a few absolutely ridiculous jokes that had them falling out of their chairs laughing, and had my heart melting all over again. We left the bar together, the four of us strolling through the streets of New Orleans as Nik led us to his home. He glanced over at me a few times with the roguish smile I'd come to love, and despite the fact that I'd come here on the run to protect the girls, I couldn't help enjoying this moment with him. In different circumstances, it might've just felt right.

"We're almost home, but I just had a thought," said Nik, his arm swinging back and forth with Lizzie's as they marched down the street together. Lizzie and Josie held hands, and I did the same with Josie, making us a little chain. I turned to smile at Nik over the girls' heads.

"And what's that?" I asked. Nik smiled at me, then turned his attention to the girls.

"My favorite ice cream place in the whole of the city is very close to here. Does anyone else feel like we ought to make a pitstop?"

"YES!" the girls screamed in unison. I laughed as Nik stopped abruptly, turning on his heel and then pulling us in the other direction.

"Alright, come on then!"

The girls cheered as they marched after him, and my heart soared as I followed along behind the three of them. I'd gotten to see Nik like this every so often in Mystic Falls, but a lot of our interactions were colored by whatever drama he and his family had going on with my friends and I. Being with him, like this, and seeing him being so amazing with the girls was seriously doing something to me.

"This place really does have the best ice cream," Nik assured me as we stepped inside and joined the line, the girls bouncing excitedly in front of us as we stood shoulder to shoulder. "Hope loves it."

"Hope... how is she? How's... how's Hayley?"

Nik smirked. "They're both good. We've had our rough patches, but Hayley and I have found our rhythm as coparents despite not being together."

I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, and Nik laughed.

"Now look who's trying to gauge their jealousy."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't hold back a grin all the same.

"Whatever. But... you're happy? Being a dad, and being here, and... and everything?"

The corner of Nik's mouth quirked up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Like anything, it's had its ups and downs. But I wouldn't trade Hope for anything in the world."

I nodded, and the two of us fell into comfortable silence as we worked our way through the line. The girls were ecstatic to try their cones, and Nik recommended his favorite flavor to me, which lived up to the hype he'd promised. The four of us wandered slowly the rest of the way to our destination, which turned out to be an absolutely massive compound in the middle of the French Quarter.

Nik pushed open the door and led us inside just as the sun began to set outside. I came to a stop in the beautiful open space just inside the front doors, staring around at it in awe.

"C'mon, love," Nik said gently, resting a hand on my back and guiding me in the direction of the stairs. "Let's get the girls settled in for the night."

I just nodded, putting my focus back on the girls as we followed Nik through the massive compound. He pushed open one of the many doors along the second floor, letting us into a bedroom with two beds. I even spotted a few kids books on the shelves to one side of the room.

I slid my eyes to Nik with a raised eyebrow, but he just shrugged.

"For Hope, and any friends she might decide to bring over when the time comes. No reason to not be prepared, especially since we have the space for it." The corner of my mouth tugged up into a smile, that warm feeling spreading in my chest again. "I'll bring a few of her pajamas in, they should fit these two alright."

"Thanks."

"Of course, love."

Between the two of us, Nik and I managed to get the girls settled down and in bed in under an hour. They'd had a long, tiring day, after all, and if I weren't practically jittering with nerves after the afternoon I'd spent with Nik I'm sure I would've been right behind them.

Instead, I found myself following him after we closed the door to the girls' room, going who knows where in this massive house in his new life since he'd left Mystic Falls. After a few moments, I couldn't really take the silence anymore, so I spoke up.

"Where are the rest of the Mikaelsons?" I asked, my voice thankfully even. "I'd expected to see at least one of the siblings by now."

Nik turned to give me a little smirk over his shoulder, and I hated that he could probably hear my heart race.

"They're busy with other things for the night. And Hope is with Hayley having a mother-daughter weekend away from everything. It's just us, tonight."

My heart sped up even more, although that shouldn't have been possible. After a moment, Nik led me into the kitchen and headed straight for the refrigerator. I took a seat at one of the high stools at the counter, watching him as he moved.

"I assume you still like hot chocolate more than most other drinks?" asked Nik without turning around. I smiled.

"Absolutely. I know it's been a little while, but come on Nik, I'm not a completely different person."

He paused to give me a smile over his shoulder, then continued in his hot chocolate preparations. I scratched at something on the counter while he worked, trying to get up the courage to talk about all the million things hanging in the air before us. Finally, I cleared my throat and forced myself to look up, watching Nik's back as I spoke.

"Thank you for this, by the way. For taking us in, even after... Well, even after I told to leave me and Mystic Falls."

Nik sighed, bringing our two mugs of hot chocolate over and setting them down on the counter before walking around to stand in front of me. We were barely an inch apart, but he didn't make a move to close the distance anymore. I'd set a boundary the last time I'd seen him, and he clearly had no intention of crossing it.

"I will always be here for you if you need me, love. If you seek me out for refuge, or to change your mind and take me up on my offer to show you the world, or even because I make the best hot chocolate in the entire world and you just can't live without it... I'll be waiting."

I stared up at Nik, a slight twinkle in his eye, as I fought to keep tears out of my own. He'd truly caused so many problems in Mystic Falls. My friends' dislike-to-hate of him made sense. But he'd always been sweet and funny, patient and kind and understanding, with me. If I was totally honest with myself, I'd been starting to fall in love with him before I'd decided to side with my friends and push him away.

"Don't cry, love. It's alright," he said, his eyes scanning my face. I hiccupped, the tears finally starting to fall, a combination of all the different emotions and stressors of my past few days coming together and overwhelming me at once. I'd held it together for the girls, but now they were in bed and taken care of, so I could safely fall apart.

I leaned forward, falling into Nik's chest, and he wrapped his arms tightly around me the moment I did.

"It's alright. You're safe with me."

That brought on a whole new wave of tears, not just for the stress of the day, but for everything I'd lost with Nik, too. He just held me tighter, rubbing soothing circles on my back as I let it all out, then slowly started to calm down.

I pulled back slightly once I managed to get ahold of myself. One of Nik's hands stayed on my arm, and he brought his other hand up to gently cup my face, wiping away a few of the tears with his thumb.

"What can I do, love? Tell me how I can help you and I'll do it."

I choked back another sob, this one turning into a half-laugh.

"You've already done enough, Nik. More than enough. It's just... it's been such a long day. I feel like I've been barely holding back a complete stress breakdown for like a week, and I always had the girls with me so I had to keep it together..."

"Well then, why don't we get you settled into a room so you can get some sleep, hm? We can always talk more in the morning."

Nik started to move to help me off the stool and up to bed, but I stopped him, hands resting on his biceps. He raised an eyebrow at me but didn't move away.

"No, Nik. I don't want to talk tomorrow, I need to say this. I... I love you."

Any hint of humor or lightness dropped off Nik's face, replaced by completely serious shock. My heart was racing out of my chest, and I knew he could hear it, but I pushed on anyway.

"I think I was falling in love with you before, and I didn't want to admit it to myself. But being with you here, now... it feels right. There are a bunch of powerful murderers chasing me, trying to hurt two kids whose parents have trusted me, exclusively, with their safety, and I'm in a strange city far from anywhere I've ever called home. But for some reason I just feel... happy. Happy to see you again, happy to spend time with you, about a thousand times calmer than I was without you. You feel like home, Nik, and I love you. I just... that just feels like something you should know."

Nik's eyes had been scanning and searching my face intently the entire time I'd been talking, the slightest hint of wetness gathering in his own eyes. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth once I'd finished speaking, and he brought his hand back up to cup my face, his thumb brushing lightly over my cheek.

"I don't think I've made it any secret how I feel about you, love," he said, voice soft and tender. "But in case you need to hear it again, I love you. Always and forever."

A few tears managed to sneak out and down my cheeks again, but this time I had a smile on my face. Nik's expression mirrored my own.

"Once... once all of this is over, do you think... well, maybe I could come back here. To New Orleans, once the girls are safe back home. That is, if... if your offer to follow you to New Orleans still stands from the first time you extended it?"

Nik beamed back at me. "I can honestly tell you that absolutely nothing would make me happier."

My smile grew to the point of pain as I stared up at Nik, a light in his eyes that I'd missed much more than I'd realized. I leaned forward just slightly, Nik mirroring my move as I glanced at his lips. One corner of his mouth rose higher in the troublemaking smirk that always made my heart race before he closed the rest of the distance between us, his lips meeting mine, soft at first and then with the same urgency pulsing in my heart.

I'd kissed him before, but it had always been tempered by concern for my friends, and about what they'd think. But this time, as fireworks exploded in my chest and thousands of butterflies took off in my stomach, I couldn't bring myself to care.

I was safe and happy in the arms of the man I loved, kissing him senseless. I'd missed out on a lot of times like this, but from now on, I didn't intend to let anything keep me from spending every second I could just like this, friends and insane supernatural threats be damned. Always and forever.

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hello lovely!! Hope all is well and you’re healthy and happy. I only recently discovered your account, your post about Spencer’s house drew my attention 😭

I too loved house plans as a child, lol. How many kids do you think Spencer would have, and girls, vs boys, or would he have both (he’s a girl dad we all know, but would there be boys to?), and what would he name them?

i'm happy there were other weird (affectionate) kids out there and i LOVE questions like this so much because it's such a fun imagined scenario to have

he totally gives girl dad to the peak amount. my personal imagined scenario for him is with one kid- girl, two kids- girl and girl, three kids- girl, girl, boy, four kids- girl, girl, boy, girl

i did a list of names a while ago but it's definitely due for an update so here are some ideas i have (please keep in mind that these names are meant to fit his vibe, not considering reader's preferences)

I would categorize them as common-ish, cute and traditional with maybe a little bit vintage. and with him, there's definitely a possibility of a literary reference

girls:

Matilda, Beatrice/Bea, Daisy, Eloise, Harriet, Juliet, Mabel, Maisie, Madeline, Nancy, Sophie, Violet, Charlotte

boys:

Hugo, Parker, Elliot, Nolan, Matthew

also girl or boy: Morgan

[nymph-ette111]

pls write Simon henriksson headcanons I’m gnawing at the walls of my enclosure 👩‍🦲

WARNINGS; SUBSTANCE ABUSE (SMOKING/DRUGS) MENTIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESS (DEPRESSION/ANXIETY) MENTIONS OF INTERNALIZED MISOGYNY, UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS (SELF-HARM)

AUTHOR'S NOTE; FIRST CRY OF FEAR REQUEST LET'S FUCKING GOOOO !1!1!1!1!1!!1!! kind of short, still new to the fandom so my headcanons of the characters might change overtime.

-it was confirmed that Simon is a fan of heavy metal and DSBM :3 personally I am not an avid listener of this genre, I think it's pretty cool. I'd like to headcanon specific bands that I think are suiting for Simon but I barely know anything so I don't really have a say on this.

-probably has some sort of internalized misogyny. he grew up all alone, his mother being quite overprotective didn't help with that at all and seeing no mentions of his father in the game makes me think his parents were divorced quite early in Simon's life. being exposed to such settings at a young age might have messed with his perception of love and healthy romantic relationships. despite that, he doesn't care much about gender norms now that he's older. left that mindset long ago.

-picked up on his coping mechanisms in his early teens. he was a bit scared at first of trying something like self-harm, it took him him a lot of time and internal conflict but then decided to just fuck it, he had nothing to lose. felt guilty at first, dropped it for a bit and then picked up on it again. he knows it isn't a healthy way to deal and cope with his negative thoughts but he couldn't care less at that point.

-isn't unfamiliar with drugs but not that crazy about it. not as much as cigarettes, although he does it occasionally, he could still smoke like a pack in one sitting if the situation really called for it. usually just sticks to 2-3 cigs, thinks it's a good enough amount.

^ can you tell I have no idea what I'm talking about.

-you'll never get that crusty ass grey hoodie of his off of him. it's like a cartoon where the character's never change outfit throughout the entire show. besides the fact that it's a literal video game, even in his daily life he almost never switches things up. not necessarily dirty, just worn out and stained with stuff that doesn't want to come off no matter how many times he washes it.

-has a mini fridge full of energy drinks in his room. and by full I mean like two cans because the rest have been consumed and thrown somewhere onto the ground.

-cannot save money for the life of him. as soon as he gets his hands on some cash, it's immediately spent on either a pack of cigarettes or some useless shit. he doesn't even remember what he spends it on, it's just gone.

-hadn't picked up his camera in quite a while, he's slowly loosing grip on his interests. not necessarily because he is starting to dislike them, just doesn't have the motivation.

-but it's usually full of recordings of him on the train, lonely streets of Stockholm or some stray cat that has grown a liking to Simon for some odd reason.

-one time Sophie took his camera without telling him and recorded a small video of herself, just doing something simple like a peace sign or showing off a little doodle she drew in her notebook. despite trying his best to move on, he watches that video from time to time.

[an-j8]

deep analysis of Fitz and Keefe's relationship ( it’s long) and the stages of how their friendship fall apart ( sorry bad english)

Childhood ( headcanon)

In their childhood, Keefe had a hard time making friends (given the cold environment where he lived), he was not at all popular, never spoke and was very shy. but above all he DID NOT CONFIDENCE IN HIM. (he was also a little harassed by the other children and did not dare to defend himself). The day he met Fitz he took him as his savior, Fitz was the only child who spoke to him and gave him strength. Whenever Keefe lacked the strength and confidence in himself Fitz protected him with his status and popularity.

Before idolizing Alvar, Keefe was OBSESSED with Fitz he had unfailing admiration for him he wanted to be like him while Fitz subconsciously loved to be loved and idolized (vacker syndrome) and also loved deep down the fact that Keefe was always in his shadow

that's why I drew Fitz holding Keefe's hand who was crying as a child ( just here ⬇️)

(many have taken it in a romantic sense because they blush and I don't think it's wrong because the border between friendship and love in childhood is very VERY small)

Fitz was the person Keefe told everything to he was his best friend his example etc.

Foxfire :

The year comes when Keefe skips a grade to land in Fitz's class. he is forced to go look for Sophie and is often absent in class (which is canon in the books) while Keefe is forced to face the others alone.

To remove this reputation as a weird boy who skipped a grade, he will start to make jokes and try to become friends with everyone until he hides his sweet and shy side (which comes out sometimes with Sophie or completely in book 9 where he loses confidence in himself). And every time Fitz comes back he sees Keefe becoming more and more popular and having more and more confidence in himself. (he will be proud of himself)

Just before Sophie comes: keefe has complete confidence in himself, he knows that he pleases and detaches himself a little from Fitz. he still considers him his best friend but his example now becomes Alvar with his somewhat insolent and sarcastic behavior (I remember he cheated on his girlfriends) Keefe thinks he is cool and Alvar becomes his idol

from the moment Sophie comes to the lost cities:

Keefe and Sophie become friends and Keefe inevitably falls in love with her. she becomes his diary, he tells her things he forgets to tell Fitz. Because he ONLY sees Sophie. Keefe begins to realize his family's situation and how lucky Fitz is. Keefe's inferiority complex resurfaces and he can't help but be jealous of him

On Fitz's side, a jealousy creeps in because Keefe moves further and further away from him until he tells Sophie everything and nothing to him.

Keefe joining the neverseen / Keefe and Fitz's friendship breaking apart:

Fitz no longer trusts Keefe. but above all it is important to note that he did not get angry when he learned what Keefe did but cried. Fitz also sees that Sophie still trusts him and perhaps says to himself "if I, who have been his best friend since childhood, can no longer trust him why SHE, who has been a simple friend for 2 years, has telephatic meetings and he still trust? what connection do they have? » Fitz feels like he's being replaced by Sophie, which will be confirmed later in the books. he is not only jealous of the fact that Sophie loves Keefe but also of the fact that Keefe loves Sophie more than him.

Fitz's words :

 “like you found out with your mother?" It's canon that Fitz vents a lot on Keefe. This pushed them away because even if Keefe pretends that it doesn't affect him, it destroys him internally and tires him a lot (especially as an empath)

the painting :

Keefe has returned to the lost cities and their friendship is no longer like it used to be. They act as if nothing happened and time passes

Unbearable jealousy coming from Fitz destroyed his character. he is mean to Keefe because he sees that Sophie prefers him AND that Keefe will always be on Sophie's side. “Of course he’ll always be on your side! Keefe always agrees with you! (he spoke in a harsh tone) it creates a deep loneliness in him.

I don't know if the idea came from him, but he decides to ask Keefe to memorize the memory of him and Sophie under the tree and then paint it. he knows it will hurt him, Fitz needs to hurt Keefe (a kind of silent revenge). He will then continue on this path by trying to kiss Sophie in front of Keefe. This will push them further away

Sophie and Keefe meet Alvar :

it is said that Keefe told Fitz about their meeting before he and Sophie talked about it. given Fitz's mind state after his conversation with Keefe the fact that it was KEEFE who met Alvar instead of him and in addition WITH SOPHIE makes him sick (I didn't develop it but Fitz also felt rejected when he saw that Alvar preferred Keefe to him which is normal)

Sophie and Fitz breakup:

they don't have time to talk because keefe is tortured right after in Loamnore.

Keefe only saving Sophie in his hospital room:

when Keefe gives the order for anesthesia everyone falls to the ground including Fitz. Keefe rushes to Sophie to help her and wake her up. he doesn't even think about Fitz. Fitz wakes up and complains about how bad his head hurts because his skull hit the floor (I have to check) I think it must really upset him that Keefe doesn't care about him so much.

Keefe running away from the lost cities and leaves no words for Fitz :

“And you and Keefe are? even though he ran away leaving everyone behind?! » when Fitz says "everyone" he is mostly referring to himself

“He had good reasons you know…” (Sophie)

"NO I don't know anything!" (fitz)

and that's true. Fitz knows NOTHING about Keefe's life how he feels about things. Keefe NEVER confides in him. he doesn't even tell him what he's doing, where he's going

simply because Fitz and Keefe are NO LONGER friends

Keefe and Fitz plan at the end of Stellarlune :

it is said that Fitz and Keefe communicated together after Keefe stole Sophie's dagger. So Keefe explained to him the plan he had in mind but I don't think they had time to reconcile. I don't think they will ever reconcile, there will always be a gaping hole in their friendship.

conclusion: I think Fitz saw Keefe replace him with Alvar, then with Sophie to the point of no longer existing. As for Keefe, his friendship with Fitz was tiring him psychologically.

[paintbrushnebula]

Some wholesome Ghostflower sketches <3

That's Miles with braids (I posted an art a couple days ago of my braided Miles art if you want to see what that looks like with color) and Gwen in the spider suit with a letterman jacket on (I saw a twitter art of her with a bomber jacket + spider suit)

Howl's Moving Castle reference in the right side drawing heee heeee

I drew that bigger sketch based on that scene of Howl saving Sophie and taking her for a ride because I imagined Gwen and Miles in a similar position. Like how Gwen is gonna save Miles and then... okay, so like, I'd LOVE it if they manage to fit in some multiverse hopping fun in Beyond the Spiderverse somewhere in the middle after they find Miles!!! I really want for Gwen and Miles, while repairing their relationship, for Gwen to maybe take him on a dimension-hopping adventure/date where she takes him to all the dimensions she's been to, and the look on his face when he sees it all and then the LOOK ON HER FACE LOOKING AT THE LOOK ON HIS FACE AGGHHGWHEBEOWKEVEGEHHEEHEGEHEHEH I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN PLEASEE MAKE IT HAPPEN no pressure

[silverfoxstole]

As promised, photos from yesterday! Wish I’d chosen to stand differently in the one with Paul (I never know how to pose; as you can see, Paul is a pro) and that my eyes were open with Sophie, but oh well. I blink so much; I’d be the first to get taken by the weeping angels!

I had dithered over whether to just go for selfies or get autographs as well and eventually decided to do both (even though I have so much stuff signed by Paul years ago that I could probably forge his signature). I still really like the piece I drew of Paul last year after he got his remade costume that I’ve been using as my profile picture so I reworked that a bit to bring it up to date and created completely new pictures of Sylvester and Sophie:

I’ll post clean, full size versions later.

A few more pics from the con in general (I didn’t take that many; if I’d been on my own I would have looked around a bit more but sis really had had enough after the DW panel and so we headed home to cool down):

We both loved the cuddly dinosaurs in the Jurassic Park jeep, but unfortunately didn’t manage to get a photo with Trevor the triceratops, whose cuteness ensured he was getting a lot of attention! It was James, one of the owners of the jeep, who asked to take my photo in the his TARDIS, and here is Trevor in said TARDIS, from the baileysjurassicjeep Instagram:

Another one from the same account, of Paul in the foyer with the TARDIS lift doors that I meant to take a photo of in the background:

Panel photos tomorrow (and probably the rest of the week!)

[eminsunnytoons123]

Heres a rant on the "sigma" or religious people that take religion too serious •́⁠︿⁠•̀

This is even a reminder for all my loved ones in my tumblr family so they can know that these type of People still exist And I wanna protect them all: @splashy900 @kxllboii @cheezekennith @aquamarine-dream-queen @dayzsac224 @oscarandgrinchfan @moshywoosh @ilovescaredysquirrel2 @nuggetaubrey @sharkyy599 @nightkit92 @familyoffood @animatronicdoozer @thelazzyblogzz @sugar-miss1 @shrimpathizer @shypeachrunaway @iggyguyy @sayuri-does-skits @typical-sophie @peaceforpeople @ben5569 @oxxjustfrankieandmikuloverxxo @ducktoonz903707 @artismeyou-12 @blackstar044 @acen402 @diego-r-the-artist-2009 @nia1sworld @rumplestiltsbear @s4gefr0g @beeware-of-lulu @leafith @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing @muppet-fan-frr @thegroovyskull @blo0st4r @vickymcsworld @fancytigercupcake @classywinnerpeace @dackychansworldofhoshino @itzbluecl0udd the reason why I'm tagging my loved ones in my tumblr family into this is because I wanna keep them all safe from the homophobes because I even have some LGBTQ loved ones in my tumblr family that I'll always support And love since they all love And support me too. And I always will. 💖

So, lets start... T_T

I get so fucking annoyed at those "sigma" People -_-

Like, on tiktok (when I'm logged off of my account because theres more interesting stuff when I ain't logged into my account), whenever I see an video about LGBTQ, then someone has to say "this generation is cooked" And more homophobic shit, like honestly, SHUT THE FUCK UP. Let People be happy with what they are And what they want to do. Like, its not your fucking job to make fun And rudely critizies People for being gay And being the part of the LGBTQ community.

Like, I'm a bisexual/pansexual, genderfluid and polyamourous myself even if I'm a muslim, but theres actually LGBTQ muslims in this world, And I'm just really pissed off whenever I see a homophobic person or a person that thinks the LGBTQ people will go in Hell/jahannam for being gay. T_T

And I even Got critizied by some of my female cousins because I made most of the muppets and class of 3000 characters gay. SO WHAT IF I FUCKING DID!? LEAVE ME BE!! I can make them gay if I want to! Aslong as I dont fetishize them (I never will fetishize them).

And also, some People Said on tiktok in a post that says: "say something you would get attacked for" And something like that, some People Said: "not every characters needs to be gay 😭", like, okay I get it not all characters need to be headcanoned as gay, but let People headcanon what they wanna headcanon. Leave them be.

And heres what I'm gonna say for all my loved ones in my tumblr family since they give headcanons to some characters:

Headcanon how you wanna headcanon them (LGBTQ or not. BUT DONT DO PROSHIP HEADCANONS), ship who you wanna ship LGBTQ or not but just dont ship something problematic (such as relatives, proshipping, adult x minor, big age Gap... Etc)... And just, you can headcanon characters however you want, just dont use proship or problematic headcanons.

And you can support the LGBTQ no matter what And if you dont, that doesnt make you a homophobe. And when I still had my Cathy61528 account, I only respected the LGBTQ community but even Drew stuff involving it, And then I started supporting it. But however, y'all can respect the LGBTQ community even if you're not the part of it or dont really support it. And If you're uncomfortable with it, thats okay, but still, just Show them some respect.

And, just dont fetishize the characters y'all wanna headcanon as gays or be the part of the LGBTQ community.

And this is what my anons crew friends told me before.... They told me that we all nowadays WORSHIP the LGBTQ community. So...

Because I genuienly feel like we all are just giving the LGBTQ community some more love And support since People before And some more People nowadays dont really think the same.

Thats all I gotta say, And also, I love all my loved ones in my tumblr family And will always love And support them no matter what. 💖💛🧡💜💙❤️

I'll go make some co3k arts BTW if I get some ideas 0_0;

[chrissabug]

I love the sophie portrait you drew! I was staring eyes wide jaws dropped at the portrait your art is so incredibly lovely <2 I can't wait to see the others!

Thank you so much! I am so glad you like how she turned out! Here's hoping you like the other ones when they are revealed!

[cowboycannibalism]

just got out of a late showing of Talk To Me and I have thoughts!

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

so let's dive in while it's still fresh in my mind

Grief is a heavy player in this movie and that's what makes it so good. So much of what happens is because of Mia not being able to let go or face her grief. she's vulnerable to the spirits/demons/souls because she's lonely and sad and she's trying to find anything to make her feel.

The opening scene was absolutely amazing! it sets up how fucking crazy the movie is going to be. It brings us into the world where everything is for views, everyone is entertainment even when they're suffering. It's not the focus of the film but they way social media guides the story is interesting.

to add to the previous point, every time someone does the "game"/seance, the others whip out their phones with lightening speed. They laugh, they point their cameras at the possessed and scream and shout in joy regardless of what the possessed is doing. we see this in Daniel's first go which is a weird sexual possession that leaves him embarrassed and scared, whereas the group is laughing and recording. it's also what brings Mia to the hand in the first place, she keeps seeing the videos posted of people playing the game and having "fun"

I really liked the kangaroo scene because it was so jarring and the foreshadowing was just mwah. wonderful.

I will admit Mia got annoying because you want her to know that she should stop, but she won't. I was literally trying not to yell at the screen lol

on the other hand (ha hand), I get it. She was desperate, grief will do that to you, she just wanted answers and closure. And that can drive you mad.

The gore/violence in the movie was so good for a possession film! The Riley scene was intense and had the small amount of us in the theater squirming and yelling and gasping. And the limbo/purgatory scene although brief was not what I was expecting and it blew me away, it gave cronenbergian/yuzna's Society [1989] vibes.

the cast was very very good! Sophie Wilde played Mia with such an intensity and passion that drew me in even when I didn't care for her character's actions. And the supporting cast stood their own which was awesome because sometimes in horror those other characters can sometimes get pushed aside or fade into the background.

the sound design had me so tense! I swear I thought I was hearing things and not sure if it was me or the movie. We don't talk enough about sound when it comes to horror. It's honestly what really scares me, more than the actual scenes, it's the score that revs up my anxiety and fear.

All in all, the movie was really good! I'm not even a huge fan of possession horror but I was excited to see it and really glad that I did. I know it's been greenlit for a sequel which would be interesting depending on where they take the story but I'm definitely more interested in the prequel that they've already made!! I hope it gets picked up by A24 like the sequel is because I definitely would like to know more about the hand and mythology behind the "game".

Just to add on some more personal thoughts: It's interesting to me how often grief plays a role in horror. From Midsommar to Hereditary to The Babadook to classics like Pet Sematary, the list goes on. We are vulnerable when we're grieving, easier to let bad things in or ignore the people who love us who are trying to help. When I watch horror about grief, it gets to me more often than any others because I've known grief like a childhood friend. It's been with me my entire life. But I've learned to handle it better than I used to, and with movies like this it's a safe place for me to let it consume me, let it be messy and overwhelming like it is for the characters in the movie.

Anyways to wrap this up please go see Talk To Me! If you like possession movies you'll like it, if you like movies with deeper layers you'll like it, it feels like there's a little bit of everything to appeal to most horror fans.

[jttw-monkeybusiness]

You like anatomy and you have a very potent power with it ! I was wondering anatomically speaking- what is your favourite thing to draw ? Is it hands? Shoulders ? What pose seems to be the most fun to draw ? What seems to be the most challenging?

((Thank you for the monkey backs btw I don’t think I’ve fully recovered omg))

Hello hello! I have many fav parts of drawing anatomy with both males and females. Generally, I love how different their bodies in the end are. Female bodies are more soft-shaped compared to males. I love drawing muscles too (well duh) but I feel like I need more practice! I love drawing expressions too (double duh). Drawing eyes in a very detailed way is therapeutic for me honestly! With this blog, I like to use my more simpler style compared to this 'no lines' / 'semi-realistic' style. It just suits the theme and it saves energy to draw more! Idk I guess generally female and male bodies in a sexy yet very artistic and beautiful way without it becoming too sexual if you know what I mean. I want it to be like art-art. Expressions and portraits are what I also love to draw and it also needs anatomy practice! Especially Wukong's expressions are SO MUCH fun because he's very over the top when it comes to expressions. When he's not wearing his resting b-face ofc.

Honestly, now that I drew Wukong and MC pretty I feel like I need to draw Sophie too but very beautiful way bc she deserves only the best. I can also practice more women's anatomy-

[mynameismckenziemae]

All of Me

Part 18

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You/OFC

Summary: your new nurse starts, making your life easier. Time away from Jake has you making some questionable decisions.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism/almost getting caught, femdom, etc.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

There’s no other way to describe what you and Jake do for the next several hours than making love. On your bed, in the shower, and once more as the sun rises when he wakes to leave before Drew does.

“I’ll see you at lunch?” He whispers as he looks for his jeans. You want nothing more than to sink your teeth into his butt cheek when he turns but you instead bite your lip, knowing you don’t have time to start anything.

“Reese?” He looks back when you don’t answer and grins at the heated look in your eyes.

“Hmm?” Your eyes finally leave his tush, and your face heats at being caught ogling, “Oh, yeah, lunch sounds good.”

He chuckles as he puts on his jersey from the game before leaning down for a kiss. “Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too,” you smile as he pulls back.

You cover your face with a pillow before squealing a teenage girl as the front door closes.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

Even though you manage to get to work early, Shae’s already there.

“Ready for your first day?” You ask when you see her.

“I am,” she answers, the bruising under her eye gone, “I looked over your preferences while I waited. It all looks familiar so I shouldn’t have any problem getting caught up to speed.”

“I didn’t figure you would,” you smile as you set yourself stuff down, “let me give you a quick tour and we’ll get the day started.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

By mid-morning, Shae’s already exceeded every expectation you had; anticipating and preparing what’s needed for exams, filling out your forms, and pending the orders so all you need to sign. Sophie was a wonderful nurse, but Shae takes things to a whole new level.

“I don’t know how I’ve survived this long without you,” you tell her truthfully as you break for lunch, 15 minutes earlier than normal, “seriously, you’re doing a great job.”

“Thank you,” she flushes as she looks down at her shoes, a little bashful.

“You’re welcome,” you reply, “I usually have lunch in here with Jake, my boyfriend, and Rooster, an old friend of mine. They’re both naval aviators.”

“Rooster?” She asks, looking up quizzically.

“Ah, sorry, that’s his callsign,” you laugh, “his real name is Bradley; you can call him either. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

A look of unease passes over her face but she quickly recovers. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve gotta let my dog out. I haven’t found anyone to walk him yet; I’m pretty sure he’d be fine all day but I’m staying at an Airbnb until my apartment is vacates in a few weeks so I don’t want to risk any accidents.”

“Understandable,” you smile, “the offer stands if and when you want to.”

“Thank you,” she replies with a smile of her own.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Where’s she going?” Bradley asks, stopping by the door to your office to watch Shae leave.

“To let her dog out,” you reply, smiling at Jake as he pushes Roo through the door, “I told her she could have lunch with us but she’s staying at an Airbnb right now until her apartment is ready and doesn’t want to risk him having an accident.”

Bradley nods as he takes a seat, “You guys going to Penny and Mav’s for the 4th?” He continues when you both nod, “You could ask Shae if she wants to come.”

“I’ll ask,” you answer, “I’m not sure she’ll say yes, but I’ll ask.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“You don’t have to answer right now,” you say gently as Shae clams up when you ask her at the end of the day, “and there’s no pressure, either. You can say no.”

The way she visibly relaxes when given a choice makes your heart hurt.

“I’ll think about it,” she says, “if that’s okay?”

“Of course. There’s no rush; Penny will be plenty of food and drinks either way,” you smile at her as you pick up your bag and keys. “Have a good night, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thanks,” she smiles, “you too.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

The next few weeks pass quickly and June turns to July.

Shae hasn’t had lunch with you yet, but she’s slowly opening up.

Due to the upcoming holiday, it’s a short week; which you’re especially grateful for since you and Jake haven’t had much time alone together since Drew’s been home from camp between your busy schedule and Jake’s frequent overnight training. Your bed has never felt more empty but you’re not sure if you should ask Jake to move in yet.

“See ya after lunch,” you tell Shae as she picks up her keys to head out, “tell Hank I said hi.”

The way she lights up when she talks about her dog, Hank, makes you smile.

“I will,” she laughs, “be back in a bit.”

She still hasn’t given you an answer for the 4th of July party, but you weren’t going to push.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Hey,” you say, looking down at your phone when you hear her come back, “the last patient of the day canceled, so we’ll be done early this afternoon. How was Hank?”

“Acting a little weird, but good,” she replies, her brow furrowing, “he’s usually asleep when I get home, but he was up and pacing by the door. I thought he had to go potty really bad but he didn’t go without some coaxing. Who knows, probably just heard a squirrel or something.”

“Probably,” you agree, but it doesn’t sit right with you. By the look on her face, it doesn’t sit right with her either.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

You text Jake before your last patient but he doesn’t answer when you’re done. Instead, there’s one from Roo when you check after saying goodbye to Shae.

Rooster: Hey, saw your name come across Jake’s phone. He’s in the air.

Reese: Thanks, I was just letting him know I finished up early.

Rooster: He’ll be down soon. I’m in the ready room with the recruits if you wanna see your man in action.

Reese: You know I do. 🏃‍♀️

Rooster: 🙄

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Still on for the Hard Deck tonight?” Bradley asks after he nods you over by him by the wall. Several recruits are watching with rapt attention.

“Mhmm,” you answer, looking for Jake out the window, “Tina picked up Drew from the sitter already, so we’ll probably head back to my place after Jake’s done and then we can pick you up on the way.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be ready,” he replies, pointing when they come into view, “that’s him, he’s after Mav.”

They’re razzing each other over the coms and you have to bite your lip at Jake’s quips. Hearing him so cocky and sure of himself was getting you hot.

It’s not long before you hear the tone lock. “Gave me a good run,” Jake laughs, “but I gotcha, old man.”

“You did,” Mav’s laughing too. “Bring ‘er in. You’re all dismissed. Have a good weekend.”

The recruits woop before shuffling out, leaving you and Bradley to watch as Jake brings the down the multi-million dollar jet with ease before bringing it into its designated hangar.

You nearly whimper as he walks across the hot tarmac to toward you, flushed and a little sweaty in his flight suit.

You want him. Now.

“You’re drooling,” Bradley teases as he wipes the corner of your mouth, breaking your trance.

“Fuck off,” you smirk, not taking your eyes off Jake until he’s out of sight, making his way up the stairs to you, “I’ve seen the way you look at Shae; all longingly, like a love-sick puppy.”

“Whatever,” he laughs, but you don’t miss the way his ears turn red.

Jake walks in and his face lights up when he sees you. He looks even better up close, smelling like fresh air, clean sweat and jet fuel.

“Hey,” you say, refusing to cringe at how breathy you sound, “you looked good out there.”

“Thanks,” he murmurs, looking you up and down, “you look good in here.”

Bradley gags. “On that note, I’m leaving. Don’t fuck in here, okay? The door doesn’t lock.”

“We won’t,” you reply, eyes not leaving Jake’s, “See you in a bit.”

“Walk me to my office?” You ask as your fingers walk up his chest to toy with the zipper by his neck, “I forgot my keys.”

“Sure,” he nods, “lead the way.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

You can almost feel him watching your ass as you walk across the base ahead of him to your office.

The clinic is quiet and dark; seems everyone’s gone for the long weekend.

Perfect.

Jake apparently has the same idea as you. He crowds you against your office door when you turn around after locking it.

He leans in like he’s about to kiss you but diverts at the last minute, instead pushing your hair aside to kiss along your neck, “This is a terrible idea.”

“It is,” you agree breathlessly, finding the zipper by his neck and pulling it down slowly. It feels loud, too loud in the stillness outside your office, “at least I won’t be the one caught with my pants down.”

“Wha-oh,” he catches on when you turn him before pushing him against the wall by the door as you pull his flight suit down with you as you kneel. “Wait,” he says, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you mouth him through the fabric of his underwear, moaning at the taste of his precum, “I haven’t showered.”

“I don’t care. I’ve missed you,” you reply, yanking down his boxer briefs. He’s already so hard and precum beads at the tip, making your mouth water. You both moan when you lick it off, “and you always taste good.”

He whines as he watches you sloppily lick his cock up and down, wetting it thoroughly with your saliva before pulling him into your mouth. His hands slide into your hair as you bring him to the back of your throat and tighten as you swallow.

As much as you want to tease him and drag this out, there’s always a chance someone’s around even though it looked deserted. Your hand slides up the inside of his trembling thigh to cup his sac; the other coming to jerk him in tandem while bobbing your head.

He sighs, eyes closing as his head drops back and hits the wall with a thud, “it’s been too long, I’m already close.”

“What do you mean too long?” you pull off to ask while your hand keeps stroking stroking, “you haven’t jerked off?”

“No ma’am,” he replies, eyes still shut tightly as he shakes his head, “you didn’t say I could.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t either,” you tease, trying to keep your voice even as you rub your thighs together. “But I’m proud of you.”

“Th-thank you, ma’am,” he pants.

“So good,” you purr, “saving all your cum for me.”

He nods, gasping when you grip him firmer and stroke faster.

“Give it to me then,” you murmur before sucking him into your mouth again.

“Fuckkkk,” he tenses, but the door handle beside him jiggles, making you both freeze.

Jake’s eyes fly open in panic, meeting your wide ones.

“Hello?” A gruff voice comes through the closed door, “anybody in there? I’m here to clean.”

You slowly shake your head as you swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth before you start to drool.

Jake’s hands grip your hair tighter and his hips jerk at the feeling.

“Not sure if I have a key to this one or not,” the janitor says to himself before you hear the clink of his keychain.

The cleaning staff doesn’t have a key; only you and your boss do. But Jake doesn’t know that.

Jake’s eyes widen further as he tries to pull you off, but you just suck him further into your mouth, not stopping until he bumps the back of your throat. His balls draw up to his body as you ignore the tears prickling at your eyes. Then you swallow again.

He bites back his groan while his fingers pull your hair almost to the point of pain. His cock twitches and you swallow pulse after pulse of his warm cum greedily, whining softly as your neglected pussy pulses with need.

“Hmm. Guess not,” the man behind the door says, whistling as he walks away.

Jake’s chest heaves as he slumps against the wall to recover, “C’mere,” he pulls you to him to brush his lips over yours, “that was the hottest, most terrifying experience of my life.”

“I think so too,” you murmur, “and I knew he didn’t have a key.”

Jake chuckles, as his hand slides over your hip to find the drawstring to your pants, “God, you’re something else, Reese. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile, but it turns into a frown as you reluctantly stop his fingers, “as much as I want you to, Bradley is expecting us soon.”

He sighs, nodding after a moment before releasing you to zip up his flight suit, “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

“You better,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips before quietly opening the door. Jake follows after you make sure the coast is clear.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Best two outta three?” Bradley asks an hour later as he pulls the darts from the board.

“Nope,” you smirk, holding out your hand, “Pay up, Roo.”

Jake laughs as he begrudgingly pulls a 20 from his wallet, knowing you’re going to buy the next round with it.

Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and your stomach sinks when you see that Shae’s the one calling.

“It’s Shae, I’ll be right back,” you say, turning to step outside where it’s quiet.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

“Hey Shae,” you answer, “what’s up?

“Hi Dr. Kerner,” she replies, sounding like she’s about to cry, “I’m so sorry to bother you.”

“Please, call me Reese,” you remind her gently, “you’re not bothering me at all. Is everything okay?”

“No,” her voice breaks, “it’s not. He-Chad…my ex, he found me.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>

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Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter Seventy-four

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

(Tweltfth grade)

"Just one more year, and we can get out of this prison," Marella mumbled, dropping her bag beside her desk.

"Or you could just skip class like I do," Keefe said, joining the science lab table.

Sophie sighed. "How do you have all honors classes.

He shrugged. "To be fair, I don't know either." He let out a laugh. "I barely even pay attention to the teacher. I just wing it on the tests."

Marella glared. "Ok, that's not even fair. I have to study my butt off to be in this class."

Dex took the last seat at the table. "You look rough," he commented.

"Yeah, well," Marella spat, "I've been surviving of energy drinks all summer. School had to come make me actually have a circadian rhythm. Not happy about it."

He held his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok. Jeez, I can tell."

She shot him the finger. Before he could retort, the teacher came in to introduce herself. Sophie pulled out her notebook to write down the information that she needed.

At the end of the day, Sophie went to the administrator's office. She paid her class dues and claimed her parking spot.

She located it in the parking lot. As a senior, she was able to paint her parking spot this year. She figured she'd paint her's as a black swan.

She jumped a little when unexpected arms wrapped around her from behind. She eased when she realized it was just Keefe. He nuzzled the top of her hair, making her giggle.

She turned around to greet him. He tightened his hold on her waist and leaned down to kiss her. Sophie tilted up on her tip toes and circled her arms around his neck. He lifted her up a couple of inches of the ground. That made her squeal a little bit.

When she was let down, she told him, "You should come to Lowe's with me. I'm going to get the stuff to paint my parking lot."

He grinned. "I'd love to. What are you going to paint."

"A black swan. You?"

"I'm thinking of doing the house from Up."

"Ooh, that sounds cool!"

With that, they went to get the paint from the store. Them and their friends decided to wait until Saturday to do it together.

Saturday came, and they all gathered together at the school. Sophie was currently struggling to get the basic silhouette of the swan. Maybe if she sweet talked Keefe.

"Hey, do you think you could help me, Bub," she asked in a sing-song voice.

He snorted. "Sure."

He took the paint brush from her, carefully making an outline of the swan. She kissed his cheek when he gave the brush back.

Sophie glanced at what he was doing she gasped when she saw his drawing. It was extremely detailed. Still, Keefe was looking funny at it.

"That's really good," she told him.

"It's missing something, though," he mumbled.

"The balloons?" Sophie asked.

"Yeah, but I want to do something different for them," he pondered. His face lit up. He passed Sophie a paint brush. "Here, pick a color and paint your hand."

Sophie picked the red up and did what she was asked. When she was finished, Keefe pressed her hand onto the pavement. He grinned when she lifted it up, revealing a handprint.

"Yesss! Here, sign your name on it." He turned around. "Hey guys, come over here. I want you to do something."

When everyone finished their hand prints, he drew the strings to attach them to the hand. They smiled at their work.