During a chaotic shift, you and Jack accidentally switch stethoscopes. Neither of you is sure of how that happened, but when prioritizing patients’ lives, you decide not to question it.
His plain, black one ends up around your neck, and yours—brightly pink with glossy tubing and a cluster of stickers decorating it—hangs around his. Sure, it’s a disaster for Jack’s emotional regulation seeing you wear something of his. It’s far too fucking intimate for him to handle.
But the real humiliation begins when Robby notices the switch.
“Jack, this is kind of a look for you.”
It’s worse when Shen feels brave enough to pile on, everyone now openly amused by the visual of Dr. Jack Abbot necked with stars and hearts and pink.
You try to help. You don’t.
“I think he looks cute! It softens him—”
“Stop. Just—why would you think that is a sensible thing to say?”
“...Would it be better if I said I was trying to flirt?”
Jack’s about to fucking explode. He liked wearing your stethoscope far too much, point made by the fact that he forgot he was wearing it at all.
Whitaker is going to make it the whole season/ day without needing to change scrubs and then in the last episode/ hour he's going to get absolutely drenched in some godawful substance and they're going to make him use the outdoor shower like to charge reblog to cast
hiii i rly enjoyed reading your fic of biker se-mi x fem reader and i’m just wondering if you would consider writing a part 2 of it with smut :)) can I request it please; buttt only if you want to, no pressure or rush at all. Btw i lovvee your writing and also thanks for writing se-mi ficssss(i rly need to read them).
I’m so sorry this took sooo long but here it is!
I COULD DO THIS FOR HOURS
~ pairing: se-mi/player 380 x fem!reader
~ BIKER SE-MI pt2, CW: smut.
You’d been counting down the damn seconds till your next date with Se-mi, and spent almost every moment of free time in between texting her, or daydreaming about how the night would play out. You got flustered every time you even thought of all the possibilities the date might bring. You hadn’t given your ex a second thought since you sent him a ‘let’s break up’ text the second you got home from your first night out with Se-mi. All you could think about was her.
She looked stunning when she picked you up, silver glimmering on her fingers as she pushed her sunglasses back, a few strands of her hair escaping to frame her face. A black waistcoat clung to her figure, elegant formal pants hanging a little too low on her hips, exposing a delicious sliver of skin. And it seemed like she was taking you in the same way you were her. Her eyes roamed over your black dress, it’s hem dangerously high, the neckline dipping low, glitter that you had brushed on your chest and collarbones, hoping to attract her attention, and it seemed you had been successful. You smiled shyly at her as she closed the distance between the two of you, her arm looping around your waist as she pulled you to her, pressing a soft kiss to your glossy lips, leaving you a little dazed. “Ready for our date?”, she asked coyly as her tongue peeked out to taste the flavoured gloss. It took you a second to answer as you gazed at the gloss left behind on her lips, your own parted slightly.
The breeze picked up, the chill in the air making you shiver this time. Se-mi noticed the goosebumps rising on your skin, and grabbed the leather jacket draped over her arm, placing it over your shoulders. You smiled at her gratefully, cheeks flushed pink as the smell of her cologne enveloped you.
She walked you to the bike with her hand still gripping your waist, holding you close. Unlocking the helmet, she helped you put it on while you stared at her, eyes darting across her face, eventually landing on her lips. Having caught you staring, a smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth. Her smile faded as she saw the look in your eyes. She licked her lips, running her tongue over her piercing as she looked back at you with an intensity that sent shivers up your spine. The sound of the boutique next door opening snapped the both of you out of your trance, leaving you with feelings you couldn’t acknowledge just yet.
As you got onto her bike behind her, she took a quick glance back at you, her throat getting dry at the sight of the lacy shorts peeking out from under the hem of your dress that was riding up your thigh as you shimmied into a comfortable position. Her eyes darkened as she took in the reflection of you on the bike behind her in the glass window of the boutique.
She snapped herself out of her thoughts and started the bike. She gave it a rev, causing you to fall forward into her, pressing flush against her back. You yelped, wrapping your arms tight around her waist. You could hear the mischief in her voice as she asked you to hold on tight.
The heat of her body against yours against the chill breeze is a heedy feeling as the bike zips through the traffic. You’re buzzing with excitement at the thought of the date but can’t help but feel a bit disappointed that you couldn’t stay enveloped in her heat for longer.
Se-mi parks her bike in a dark alleyway and you looked around, confused. “This is a little spot I discovered a couple of years back” she said. “I hope you like it as much as I do.”
The dark alleyway led to a cosy hide away bar, a pinkish tinge lighting up the hallway, the beats of a Chappell Roan song pulsating off the walls, getting louder as you moved further into the club. The place was a mirage of rainbow colours. The corner of the room in which you stood was a swirl of pink, orange and blue hues.
The colours painted Se-mi in a beautiful ethereal glow. She laced your fingers with hers, leading you to the bar. She ordered the drinks and you both sat there talking. A few drinks in you started to feel a little tipsy. You were getting bolder and start running your hands over her thighs making her breath catch in her throat. She trailed into silence as she stared at you. You could feel the heat spread through you as her piercing gaze held you in place. The song is the background turned sensual as she took your hand, dragging you to the dance floor.
She wrapped her hands around your waist pulling you close till there was not a breath of air left between you. You locked your hands behind her head and looked into her eyes as you start to sway to the music together. The tension in air could be cut through with a chainsaw. Suddenly, she turned you around, holding you impossibly close as her entire body pressed up against your back. The world around you faded away as you dance and grind to the music. She had her hands on your hips and her head buried in your neck as you threw your head back and moved to the music.
She slowly started leaving soft open mouthed kisses on your neck causing your breath to hitch. She blew cool air on the wet kisses causing you to shiver. You started to feel heat pool in your stomach. She nibbled and sucked on a sensitive patch of skin below your ear causing an audible’s gasp to leave your mouth. Se-mi got her face out of your neck just enough to be able to huskily whisper in your ear, “Do you want to get out of here?” “Yes”, you whisper, panting as if had just run a marathon.
She took your hand and pulled you out of the club to her bike. She turns towards you to help you with the helmet but the look in your eyes causes her to put down the helmet and push you up against the wall next to the bike in the alley. Her hands had your wrists trapped on either side of your head, her body trapping you between her and the wall with a knee between your legs. Despite the position you were already in, you could she her pause and search your face for any reaction that suggested you were uncomfortable. Seeing no such discomfort she looked into your eyes and gently asked, “Can I kiss you?”
This shocked you as much as it sent a rush of affection through your body because she was asking for consent again and not just assuming it was okay because you had kissed before. This single question made you realise that your ex never had the courtesy to ask and sent a shiver of pleasure through. “Yes. It’s always going to be a yes”, you said, with affection lacing your voice. Her smile widened when she heard you. She slowly brought her lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, fitting against yours like two pieces of a puzzle. You bit her lip, soothing the sting with a swipe of your tongue. It’s pleasant surprise when this pulled out a soft moan from Se-mi, as she pushed you further against the wall till there was no space left between your bodies. The kiss turns from soft and gentle to hot and heavy very quickly.
You both loose yourselves in the feeling of kissing and running hands over each others bodies. The dark of the night the and the alley provide a decent cover. Se-mi is running her hand up your thigh while the other is wrapped around your waist. You have one hand in her hair while the other is under her shirt pulling her closer to you.
Suddenly the sound of the speakeasy door opening and the loud voices of a group of people walking out pulled you both out of your trance. You jumped apart, looking like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. The group of people give thumbs ups and sly smirks in your direction, giggling as they walk past. Your confusion soon turned into embarrassment as you take in each other’s appearance. You both looked disheveled, lips red and swollen, telling people exactly what you had been doing. You could see a soft blush dusting Se-mi’s cheeks as she turned to you.
She looked absolutely ravishing with lipgloss smudged on her face from your lips, her hair looking untamed and her shirt partially riding up. Seeing her like this, all you wanted to do is kiss her again but Se-mi’s mind seemed to working faster than yours as she put the helmet on for you, getting on the bike.
“Let’s get out of here. My apartment is closer.” she said, her voice rough, eyes finding yours as she made sure you were comfortable behind her. She took off at break-neck speed, zipping through the streets so fast you were holding onto her for dear life. The ride, though short, felt like hours.
When you reached, you were off the bike and into the elevator in seconds, Se-mi pulling you to her right as the doors closed behind the two of you. She didn’t care that you could be seen through the cameras, didn’t care that the doors could have opened on another floor. Her kisses were fierce, desperate, her tongue licking into your mouth with a vicious hunger, making you lightheaded. The doors had hardly opened when she pulled you through, struggling with her keys as her hand held onto your waist like a lifeline.
She had barely closed the door behind her before you pinned her to the wall in an imitation of the way she had pinned you in the alley. Her breath caught in her throat as your mouth crashed against hers in an electric kiss. She groaned as your tongue swiped along her teeth, the sound sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.
You pulled back to get some air, wishing not for the first time that you didn't need air so you could kiss for hours on an end. Se-mi took this opportunity to flip your positions so you were pinned under her instead. She wasted no time in absolutely attacking your neck with bites and kisses. She sucked hickeys into your skin high enough that even a turtleneck wouldn't be able to cover it up, pushing her jacket off your shoulders.
She ran both her hands up your thighs gripping your waist as she led you to her room in between kisses. You nearly stumbled over her feet, giggling into her mouth, not wanting to let go of her. Once inside her room, she nearly fell in an effort to get you on the bed. Her hands moved over your thighs, finding their way to under your dress, leaving gossebumps on your skin. You nodded, giving her permission and she slowly peeled the dress of your body, dropping it onto the floor. She was kneeling in front of you, leaning back to take in the sight before her. You could see biting her lip and hands fisted, as if to keep herself from ravishing you on the spot, eyes scanning you as you stood before her in your lace shorts and bra.
Her eyes snapped up to your face with a blush as she realised she had been staring. You leaned towards her, smiling, giving her a gentle kiss. You put your hands on her waistcoat and asked “Can I?”. She gave you a slight nod, looking dazed at having you so close. You take off her waistcoat as she tried to take off her pants. You lounged back on your palms, giving her spsce to undress, your turn to take her in.
Now undressed, she moved to tower over you, her hands on either side of your head. Her gaze was hungry, travelling over every inch of your undressed body. She lowered her face as she captured your lips in a fierce kiss, her knee pressed between your legs, providing some relief to your aching core, but it wasn’t enough. You tried to create some friction but she stopped you with a hand on your waist. “Patience darling. We have all night. All in due time.” she said, a tinge of amusement in her voice. The endearment and the subtle dominance pulled a whimper from you and caused Se-mi to smirk.
Infuriatingly slow, she unclasped your bra, pressing warm kisses down your shoulder as she slipped off the straps. Throwing the bra over the side of the bed, her mouth moved lower, sucking and biting your neck and shoulders, the beginnings of the dark, blooming marks appearing on your skin. The sound of her tongue lapping against your skin and your stuttering, uneven breaths filled the room. Your skin felt too warm against hers despite the cool weather. Your hands thread into her hair, tugging slightly at the roots. Se-mi groaned, “Harder”. You felt a shiver run through your body as you tugged at her hair harder, which in response made her bite down, leaving a blooming bite mark just above your breast.
She soothed the sting with a soft kiss moving her mouth lower as her hands explored the curves of your body. She took one of your nipples in her mouth and started sucking, biting and licking it while one of her hands twisted and pulled at the other. Your back arched off the bed while she rubbed gentle circles on your hips. The sudden attention to one of your most sensitive parts left you squirming under her mouth and hands. She pressed her knee a little harder between your legs creating more friction, lighting up your aching core with electric pleasure that left you moaning and whimpering.
The sounds you made spurred her on to keep going and intensify her effect on your body. You knew if she continued like this you would cum before you even got your hands on her. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to pull away from the pleasure or push into it. Just as you thought you would tip over the edge, she pulled away. Your groan of frustration made her face light up with a satisfied smirk. She seemed proud of herself to see you panting and still shivering from the pleasure.
Her hand trailed downward, her eyes poring into yours, fingers brushing your clothed core, your panties soaked through with your arousal. Your breath hitched as she tugged your underwear off, shucking it away. She toyed with your clit, your body convulsing with the stimulation. “My sensitive baby”, she cooed at you, slipping two fingers inside your sopping hole.
Her movements were slow at first, excruciatingly slow, your nails digging into the arm that was holding her up above you. “Se-mi please, you need to go faster”, your words came out in a ragged breath, punctuated by a breathy groan as her fingers sped up, curling deeper within you. Your toes curled as every muscle in your body tensed, something in your core pulling itself taut, desperate for release. Her lips were back on yours, hungry and all-consuming as her fingers pumped in and out of your leaking pussy. Your hands moved to her shoulders, leaving crescent indents on her skin as you felt closer to your release. I’m- ngh~ I’m gonna cum”
“Yeah?”, she smirked down at you. “Let go for me baby”, you hid your flushed cheeks in her shoulder, open mouth breathing hot against her skin, a throaty moan releasing from you as you felt yourself tipping off the edge. Your nails raked down her back as your eyes unfocused, your body twitching from the high. Se-mi’s other hand trailed across your face, moving to cup your jaw, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.
Her gaze remained fixed on you as you caught your breath. “How’re you feeling?”, her voice was impossibly soft. “M good”, you replied, voice slurring slightly. Se-mi chuckled, a playful glint in her eye,“Good, cuz we’ve got a long night ahead of us”.
(So I don’t really know how to end smut fics, and please comment and let me know if this was an abrupt ending?….. anyways hope you guys enjoyed it!)
possession horror where the thing possessing the autistic character causes them to behave in a more neurotypical way. autistic possession horror where the thing inside you is easier to communicate with than you are, the thing inside you doesn’t have a flat affect, the thing inside you doesn’t let your body stim, the thing inside you is how you were told to behave and you can only do it when you are no longer you. autistic possession horror where you will never forget that everyone liked it better than you before they found out something was controlling you. autistic possession horror where they know what’s inside you isn’t you and debate whether it would be easier for everyone to leave you like this anyway. you agree. reblog.
The first time Mel found a box on the doormat, she thought it had been delivered to the wrong address. She hadn’t ordered anything, and Becca got her packages delivered straight to the front desk at her center so there was no chance of them being stolen when they were both out.
But it was Mel’s name and address, so she took the box in, put on a mask and gloves that she’d taken from the storage closet at work, and opened it apprehensively on the balcony. (Not that she thought it was anthrax, but… just to be safe.)
Inside there was no note or card, just the biggest bouquet of sunflowers she’d ever seen, so bright that it made it seem like the box had its own light source, each petal opened delicately to greet her.
Every week from that day on she’d opened the door to the apartment to find a new arrangement with no indication as to who had sent them. She’d had to make a trip to the thrift store to buy a vase to put them in, picking up a garish, hand-painted monstrosity that was clearly discounted for a reason.
Becca had questions immediately. Who sent the flowers? Was it a boy? Was it her boyfriend? Was it a stalker? (Mel tried not to dwell on the last question too much.)
It became a part of her weekly ritual, unboxing a fresh bouquet and finding a new surface to place it on for the next week, a new corner of the apartment to brighten up. Becca eventually made her own vase in her pottery class, painted a soft, buttery yellow to match.
Mel only sussed it out by chance as she was mediating a ‘friendly’ debate between Dr Langdon and Trinity.
‘Men don’t get flowers because men don’t care about flowers.’
‘You’re being very dismissive Santos, don’t let Whitaker hear you say that.’
Mel sighed, leaning back against the surface of the charge desk. They’d fallen into this amicably hostile back-and-forth since Langdon’s return a few months back, and as grateful as she was to see her friends attempting to get along, Mel wished they’d do so with a little less spite.
‘Prove it then, what’s your favorite flower?’ Trinity smirked.
He didn’t hesitate before responding, didn’t need a single second to think. ‘Sunflowers, same as Mel.’
Can we please have Semi with female reader who’s absolutely whipped for her? Even since the beginning! Like just totally fumbling around her doesn’t really know how to act stutters and Semi notices it flirts with her as well and even teases her for it?! “You sure you don’t like me?” Thank you!!
Thanks for requesting!! It’s pretty short but I hope you like it!
Also I’m gonna get to the other requests soon too, thank you everyone who requested even though I disappeared off the face of the earth for a while. Enjoyyy!
(Not proofread.)
HER SHY LITTLE THING
~ pairing: Se-mi x shy! fem reader
~ shy, confessions, teasing
You were smitten with Se-mi the moment you laid eyes on her, and you couldn’t help but be completely shy around her, every interaction with her charged with the tension lingering between the two of you. You never dared to do anything, no you could never. The thought of confessing your feelings was mortifying. So you tried your best to ignore your feelings, but you couldn’t help the way you’d trip over your words (and feet) whenever she was near.
Se-mi, of course, knew how you felt. And she felt the same way. But, wanting to see how things would play out, she kept her mouth shut. Your reactions to her, your pink cheeks, your shy gaze, they were enough to drive her crazy, and she would never let go of the chance to make you all flustered. The smallest bit of flirting would get you stuttering and blushing, and she just couldn’t get enough. She would ask you out eventually, when the time was right, but till then, she would take every opportunity to see that look in your eyes, the shy smile on your face.
･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.
On your day off, you had dragged Se-mi to the mall with you, pulling her behind you as you darted from shop to shop. You strolled in a pretty, powder blue sundress, a sweet smile on your face as Se-mi held onto your hand, holding your bags that she insisted on carrying in the other. You sneaked little glances at her in her baggy jeans, a short-sleeved blue button up layered over a white t-shirt, her hair held back from her face by a backwards baseball cap. Your palm tingled at the contact with hers. You focused your gaze at the passing storefronts.
Passing by a lingerie shop, your gaze snagged on a lacy pink nightgown in the window display. Its straps were pretty ribbons, fluffy tulle making up the bodice. Se-mi noticed your interest, the thought of you wearing it popping up in her mind, and she clenched her fist in an effort to not be visibly affected. “That would look good on you”, her voice was slightly pinched when she said the words, but you didn’t notice, captured by the idea that she had thought about how it would look on you. You face flushed, more so than Se-mi had ever seen, heat creeping up you neck. “Huh?”, your mind refused to cooperate, unable to form any coherent words. “You should get it”, her voice had taken up a teasing tone. You looked at her with a blank expression, not knowing what to say. “Come on, what’re you waiting for?”, taking your hand, she pulled you into the store. You nearly toppled over as you stumbled behind her. She bee-lined to the display, asking an attendant for one in your size.
“You know what, let me get this one for you”, she reached for her wallet and you grabbed her wrist. Letting go like her touch has burned you, you pulled your hand away. “You don’t have to do that”, you blurted out. “But I wanna. It’ll look so pretty on you”, her voice was nearly a whisper as her lips moved closer to your ear. You looked down, unable to meet her gaze. “You can’t even look at me. What, you like me or something?”, she teased, but her voice wasn’t unkind, it was soft, honey-sweet. Her words were a shock to your system and your eyes shot up to hers. You looked petrified, your secret that you had tried to guard so carefully now tinging the air between you.
“I-“, you searched for the words to say, not being able to come up with anything before she cut you off. “I think that works out great, because, I like you too”, she said it so matter-of-factly that you could hardly process it. “That’s not funny Se-mi”, you huff, turning away from her. She grabbed your hand, pulling you to her. Sliding her arm around your waist, she said, “I’m not kidding, sweetheart. I wouldn’t do that to you. I like you, I have for a long time. I didn’t tell you cuz… I wanted to see how this would play out. I like seeing you all flustered because of me”. You blinked up at her, cheeks flushed, breath unsteady, lips parted. Taking advantage of your stunned reaction, she pulled the nightgown out of your hands, “And I’m buying this for you”. You didn’t have time to react, and she had practically sprinted to the register, her long legs carrying her faster than you could keep up. She paid,thanking the cashier as she grabbed the bag.
You followed behind her as she walked out. “So what d’ya wanna do now?”, she asked, casual as ever. You gave her an incredulous look, “Um, maybe we should talk about what you just said?”, your voice was soft, unsure. Her gaze was steady as she looked right into your eyes, both her hands closing around your own, “Of course we will. At your place. On your couch with your favourite tea. Relaxed and easy, yeah. I don’t want you worrying about it. I meant what I said, and… I don’t want us to rush. So let’s enjoy the rest of the day, and later, we can figure out what’s next, ok?”, her deep voice, warm and reassuring, made you feel at ease. “Ok”, you agreed. Her wolfish grin made your neck warm. Her hands tugged you to her, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You buried your shy smile into her collar. When you pulled away, her arm returned to your waist, “Let’s get something to eat, huh? I’m starving”. You chuckled as you agreed, letting her steer you to the food court, giddy with everything the future held for you.
(A.N. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, I’ve had a lot of stuff going on and… I’ve started college! So I’ll definitely try to write as often as I can, and and I hope to get more requests! How you’ll enjoyed the fic!
And let me know if you guys want a part 2 of this fic)
sylus is rich. disgustingly so. he only eats at fancy restaurants and shops at big ticket department stores.
there is nothing i would like to do more than show him the beautiful world of street dumplings and second hand hobby stores.
10 dumplings for ten dollars? they can't be good. wrong. they're mouthwatering. hidden store with other people's used stuff? definitely just trash in there. wrong. they've got rare vinyls he's been looking for for ages on auction sites.
there's so many beautiful things he hasn't experienced due to his absurd wealth and i think that's just tragic. i want to see him eat a messy burger from my favorite diner. i want to see him find vintage designer sweaters in thrift stores for five dollars. i want to see him do normal poor person activities.
there is nothing i love more than sylus x an insanely normal person. a man drenched in gold and diamonds and his partner who prefers wearing sweats. a man used to the finest things in life and a partner who is content with common pleasures. delightful.
sylus is rich. disgustingly so. he only eats at fancy restaurants and shops at big ticket department stores.
there is nothing i would like to do more than show him the beautiful world of street dumplings and second hand hobby stores.
10 dumplings for ten dollars? they can't be good. wrong. they're mouthwatering. hidden store with other people's used stuff? definitely just trash in there. wrong. they've got rare vinyls he's been looking for for ages on auction sites.
there's so many beautiful things he hasn't experienced due to his absurd wealth and i think that's just tragic. i want to see him eat a messy burger from my favorite diner. i want to see him find vintage designer sweaters in thrift stores for five dollars. i want to see him do normal poor person activities.
there is nothing i love more than sylus x an insanely normal person. a man drenched in gold and diamonds and his partner who prefers wearing sweats. a man used to the finest things in life and a partner who is content with common pleasures. delightful.
they struck gold with bella and isabela it is so hard to find two actors who are so natural and comfortable with each other and reading isabela’s interviews about how they added extra kisses that weren’t in the script is just too good
them both being queer is even better like oh my god sapphics we are winning so bad
Sylus's outfit in the floral card has white tulips. Tulips represent perfect love, deep affection, and new beginnings. They can also represent forgiveness and remembrance.
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