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virgincels · 4 months

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HONEYTRAP !

ft. leon s. kennedy x reader x ashley graham

tags. p in v, threesome, president leon, daddy-daughter incest (ashley/leon not reader), voyeurism, oral

note. haiii :3 sorry for mistakes it’s unedited! not the proudest of this! got messy and clunky 😭 but rbs and feedback always so appreciated :3

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“No, babe, it’s online, you can watch it, and can you tell Chris to watch it? I’m excited, I know he’s not happy about it, but, I am,” Claire’s voice is obfuscated by the chatter in the background, “This is a big deal for me, I mean—“ She cuts herself off, voice distant, “Oh, yes— No, not at all, it’s lovely to meet you—“

Beep!

You blink at your phone. She hung up on you. Granted, she’s been one busy bee so you let her off. For now. You shoot a message to Chris, tell him that as Claire said, this means a lot to her, and as tight as he is with the Kennedys, that she’s his sister, she should come first. You’re well aware that he knows that, that he wouldn’t dare put anyone above his sister, she’s at the centre of his world - it’s just for good measure.

The interview is lengthy, you suppress a groan because really you should very much be interested in the state of current affairs. And this is Claire’s line of work, and Claire is your girlfriend, and you should support her in her endeavours. Clicking on the link she’s forwarded opens up a grayscale website. The first video is President Kennedy in all his glory, which is not a lot of glory to be quite frank. He’s an eyesore to you. Like, that chin? Seriously? He should consider some sort of medical procedure, you don’t know if that’s a thing, but you know a girl who got her cleft lip fixed, so why not the chin?

Most of the video is full to the brim with political jargon that you fail to understand. Completely different language. Could understand Morse code better than this.

Skip, skip, skip.

“The issue with Penamstan? I hate to be rude, Mr. Kennedy,” No, she does not, Claire loves to be rude, “But do you know where that is on a map?” Claire, always straight to the point.

“I know all the stans,” President Kennedy smiles, charming and stupidly stupid all at once. He’s kind of cute when he smiles. It’s really just that chin. Very American though, you’ll give it to him. Named Kennedy too? America loves a Kennedy, he had it easy.

“What?” Not even an excuse me.

“Pakistan, Afghanistan, Kazakhstan, Penamstan… The, uh, more forgettable stans,” He trails off, taken off guard by a woman in a pantsuit leaning down to talk to him, a hand cupped over her mouth, he blinks up at her slowly, “Uz-beki-stan,” President Kennedy sounds out as if the word is foreign on his tongue, and it is, so incredibly foreign, “Turk… Turkmenistan, and Penamstan, of course.”

That’s all you needed to know he has the brain density of a wafer. Was the most interesting part though. He would’ve made a good stripper or a boy-toy, you think. Instead, he’s being marketed as this all-encompassing package of a man, which he is not.

Skip, skip, skip.

Penamstan— Foreign Policy— Penamstan— Voting— Penamstan— Radicalisation— Terrorism— Your predecessor, Graham— Sexual relations— Gaffe—

You pause, rewind a minute or so back. Sexual relations. This is what you’re into. No idea who Monica Lewinsky is, know all about the dress though.

“You’ve heard of the accusations, yes?” Claire frowns so much like Chris you have to turn away.

President Kennedy’s lack of jaw tightens, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him behave so offstandish in the fourteen minutes you’ve ever seen of him. “Yes.”

“You didn’t like that,” Claire notes, her lip twitching upwards.

“Didn’t know we had a psychologist with us today,” His lips are stretched thin into a smile that resembles a grimace more than anything. There’s scattered laughter, and the lady beside him, poised as ever, taps him on the shoulder. “My apologies,” He straightens up immediately, “Ask away.”

“Thank you,” She responds coolly when she is anything but, “You- I mean you have to admit that it’s strange to behave that way with your daughter of all people, otherwise there wouldn’t be accusations in the first place,” Claire challenges him with a tilt of her head, he mirrors it.

The lady taps his shoulder once more, leans down once more, whispers conspicuously, they nod to each other. A gesture to someone behind the camera is made, and then, much to Claire’s clear dismay: “We’re sorry to cut this short—“

The video ends, and the opening frame pops up once more. Huh. So President Kennedy is tonguing his daughter on the side. Maybe you need to pay more attention to things that are actually important, or you need to listen to Claire more often unless she’s failed to mention the most interesting part of whatever case she’s building. As far as you’re concerned, if voting doesn’t go in the red, you’re fine. Claire says being a centrist is the worst thing you can be, it’s just that you’ve got your own shit to worry about. Work, college, Claire, family. It takes up your life. You pitch in to vote for whoever’s democratic, watch the descent into chaos and forget about it in a week as most do, an attempt to forget the state of the country.

You wonder what she looks like. His daughter. If it’s worth risking the presidency over incest she must be a cutie. And she is indeed, cute like a teacup terrier, you can see why he’d be balls deep— but that is purely because you’re a bit of a horndog. Harvard Law School, a privilege you’re sure, girl looks like a total ditz. Barbie doll legs, the palest of blondes, and her smile is adorable. Not like her father’s smarmy one in the slightest, sweet and genuine for a girl whose teeth look done. Braces? Veneers? Not a single gap between them, not a single one out of place, not a single one is coffee stained.

The headlines pretty much say the thing. Kennedy fucks his daughter. Kennedy said she reminds him of Marilyn, so what does that make him if he’s a Kennedy? Truly, they harp on about it with no proof, apart from that photo of them too close for comfort— And the other one where they’re too close for comfort— And the last one where they’re too close for comfort.

Claire returns in the early hours of the morning, her jacket squeaks when she takes it off, hanging it the back of the vanity chair. She gets into bed, touches your hand to check if you're awake, her eyes sparkle even in the dark when she asks, “Did you see it?”

“Mhm,” You pinch her doughy cheek when she grins, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” Claire says, head dipping to rest in the hollow of your neck, “I got cut off at the last minute.”

“I saw… He got touchy about the daughter-fucker thing.”

“He always does,” She huffs out air through her nose, “Only people who fuck their daughters get defensive when people accuse them of fucking their daughters. Oh, and his wife, she doesn’t go to a single event, it’s always Ashley, Ashley, Ashley— it’s so fucking strange.”

“True,” Your fingers slip beneath the loops of her hair tie, loosening her ponytail, sometimes you fear it’ll come off clean with how tight she makes it. It’s like Claire’s intention is to recede her hairline on purpose. “What can you do though, right?”

Her lack of response is eerie, you pass it off as her falling asleep. She’s had a long day, an exciting one at that, Claire’s likely just crashing. So you kiss her head, let her nestle into your chest, the spot where she’s most comfortable.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Giving your girlfriend the benefit of the doubt when she’s putting you up to the most outrageous scheme quite possibly ever is hard. “I have work, Claire.”

“Work can wait, babe, this is seriously important, it means a lot for America’s future,” Ugh, you don’t like when she talks like that. Sounds like a propaganda poster come to life.

“I don’t care about America’s future, I care about mine, babe, I care about ours, I don’t think Kennedy fucking his kid has anything to do with America’s future.”

“Babe, America’s future is our future,” She insists, “I won’t ask of you ever again,” Claire clasps her hands together, kneels in front of you as if you’re in fresco on the ceiling of a half-painted chapel, as if Claire Redfield, famous and outspoken atheist activist is the most pious woman to set foot in the USA.

“I have work, I have to get ready, I don’t have time for this.”

“See, this is what I mean, you’re so—“ Before her frustration reaches its boiling point, you watch Claire mouth the words one, two, three and onwards to fifteen. “Baby, darling,” She cups your cheeks, “This would mean the world to me when I say I would never bother you again with my shit, I promise. Pinky swear.”

“Don’t call me darling,” You wriggle out of her grip, “I can’t risk another day off, Claire.”

“There’s an opening in the office,” She offers, “It’s not much, but it’s better than what you’re doing now.”

“How so?” Your interest is piqued.

“Desk job,” Claire shrugs, “It’s easy, babe, you’re smart, too smart for retail.”

“I am too smart for retail,” You agree with a sigh, it keeps you on your feet all day, then you end up blowing your paycheck on pedicures.

“You are,” She coos, kissing the back of your hand as if you’re the most delicate thing since butterflies, “And you’ll do so well, that’s why I want you to do it, babe, ‘cause I just know you’re the only one who could do it,” Flattery does get Claire somewhere, it gets her in your good books, “The, uh, you don’t mind the, uh, y’know, incest part.”

“He’s not my dad, she’s not my sister.” Detaching yourself from the incestuous element would be best, you don’t know if you have a strong enough stomach to handle it in any other way.

“You can’t kiss me,” Claire frowns, her professional face on, “From now on, we can’t be seen with each other, okay?”

“Babe,” You pout, she scowls, “You look so good tonight, I don’t want to leave you.” The notched lapels of her suit make her shoulders look broader, you want to drag your nails over the cashmere, over her tender skin.

“Your name is on the guest list,” Your alias, she means, you don’t know how she did it, but Claire manages to manage, “Please…” Don’t fuck this up for me, you assume, “Good luck, okay?”

The security process is tedious, they drone on and on about a topic in which you have no knowledge, they pat you down— Should they be doing this to someone who might be an esteemed guest?

You pass through, the crowd is full of beautiful girls with made-up faces and dark ringlets and dresses like wedding cakes. There’s less than savoury men. She doesn’t stand out in a crowd like this, but you spot her anyway. Nobody in their right mind would wear that shade of orange. Ashley Kennedy, according to your girlfriend, is fucking her father, and so she is clinically and mentally and psychically and biologically and any other ally insane. So, yes, she would wear rust orange proudly, she would go out of her way to purchase a floor-length evening gown in that exact colour. Just to prove that, yes, she is indeed fucking her dad. Would calling it quits at this very moment be justifiable to Claire? Would your reasoning be enough to accuse a girl of fucking her father?

To your utter astonishment, both Mrs and Miss Kennedy approach you first, both as in Ashley. As she is both his wife and daughter if Claire’s deduction is correct.

“Hi,” Ashley’s smile is as perfect as it was in the tabloids, her skin is dewy, and her lashes light with no attempt to darken them. It would look unnatural.

“Hi,” You grin back at her, focus on the pendant that swings low, a silver eagle that sits cushdy between her perky tits.

“Daddy told me I had to—“ Her face drops for a split second, “Oops,” She covers her mouth, swallows back a nervous giggle, “Dad told me I had to socialise, make connections,” She imitates his formalities, “Oh, gosh, I am totally being so rude right now!” Ashley waves her hands at you, “My daddy- Dad is the president, sorry to come onto you like that like you were supposed to know, gosh, I’m Ashley by the way.”

“I know,” You take her hand in yours when she offers it, squeeze it warmly, “Don’t sweat it, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t know you.”

“Right, right, I guess that’s true,” She hiccups, “Sorry, god, champagne, I’m so new to drinking, I really don’t think it’s for me.” This girl is making it too easy for you.

“You just haven’t tried the right one, I love your dress by the way, colour brings out your eyes.” Like how grass brings out the pumpkins on a pumpkin patch.

“Oh my goodness, thank you!” Ashley follows after you, lost and clinging to the person she has deemed friendliest.

“Have you ever had a French martini?”

“Oh, no, what’s that? It sounds exotic.” She’s bubbly, excitable, so sweet you almost feel bad setting her up like this.

“Do you like pineapple?”

Ashley ponders, “Only juice, eating pineapple eats at my tongue, I totally know that’s what it does, but still it feels so weird.”

“You’ll like this then.” You assure her, and she bobs her head up and down in agreement, her trust for you is unconditional within five minutes flat. Claire deserved that spot at Harvard.

“There’s vodka in it,” She hums, “Daddy,” Her third slip-up of the night, “Dad doesn’t even let me near vodka.”

“Really?” You raise a brow, then your glass and she does the same.

“Never, he sucks when it comes to me doing, like, adult things,” Her nose twitches at the first sip, she reminds you of a bunny, an energiser bunny.

“Like what?”

“Drinking, driving, partying,” Ashley lists off, “He’s okay, but he’s protective, I know it comes with, like, president’s daughter territory, it just totally sucks!”

Drinking, driving, partying— Dad doesn’t mind when she’s doing adult things like sucking his dick though. That’s not a problem!

“I like you,” Ashley says, two French martinis and one cosmopolitan in, “You’re so fun, I don’t really get to meet people other than, like, the one daddy introduces me to. Don’t get me wrong, I get it, I’m privileged so I talk to privileged people, but they’re so…”

“Stuck up,” You finish for her, “I didn’t expect you to be so sweet.”

“Oh, I can see why, I get it, I’m not offended or anything,” She sighs softly, gazes at the chandelier as if she longs for more than ball gowns and Havard and spending her days shifting idly through the clothing racks at Dolce & Gabbana while her daddy lounges on the chaise chairs. “I just think you’re so down to earth,” Poor thing, it’s a shame she’s fucking her dad, you hope to uncover an entirely different truth, that they’re close and it’s nothing more, “Who did you come with by the way?”

“I’m a plus one,” You knock back your drink, grip tightening on the glass, “No one important, just lucky, I guess.”

“Huh,” Ashley takes in your words, she nods, another drink slips down easily, and by the end of it, she is clinging to your arm like you mean the world to her, “You should sooo come back to my room!” Her words slur until her sentence is more of a single word, “We could have fun,” Whether she’s soliciting sex or she wants your company, you don’t mind, “Me and daddy are staying here tonight.”

“Really?” You ask, as if Claire hadn’t briefed you on the room number prior to this, “Then I guess I wouldn’t mind coming.”

“Yay!” Her security detail emerge from the crowd, and you’re dumb for not having noticed them beforehand, but what Ashley says goes. “Gosh, you don’t have to tell, daddy, he’s busy right now. No, we’ll be fine, you can leave us to it, when daddy’s done then he’ll come up.”

An elevator ride up and up and up to the top floor, through the stretch of hall to the finest suite. Ashley is high energy, for a lack of better words, she is tiring. She kicks off her heels, still stands tall, modelesque in shape. Boyish hips jutting out of her square torso. The key card is left on the side when she’s not paying attention, which luckily for you is most of the time, you slide it beneath the door frame and shoot a text to Claire who is hovering nearby. A minute later, she confirms her success.

“Ugh, I was so over it,” Ashley groans, “Do you mind helping me out of this?”

“Of course not,” You say smoothly, wondering if this is an invitation to something more. The silk of her dress is made by the wealthiest of silkworms, just as you get your hands on her, the door unlocks.

“Ashley,” President Kennedy is panting like he ran up all twenty-nine flights of stairs at the Fairmont, “Princess, you worried me.”

“Daddy, you scared me, you scared us,” She gasps, he’s swift in his steps, tips her chin upwards as if he’s checking for damage on her angel face, he thumbs her smeared lipstick.

“Did you kiss… Did you?” Kennedy’s eyes flit from your lips to Ashley’s, you wonder why he’s so wound up about a kiss, must be the incest. Her lipstick is smeared on the rim of her martini glass, not your lips.

“What? Daddy, no, don’t be silly, not yet at least,” She makes her intentions clear, “I thought you were busy, daddy.”

“Ashley, I’m not too busy for you, I have things to oversee, but…”

As your father, I have to oversee your sex life, Ashley! I demand to watch!

“But, what?” Ashley cocks her head to the side, her hands running along the shape of his shoulders, then downwards over his chest.

“You’re more important, you know that.” Kennedy strokes her head, she bats her lashes at him, they’re barely visible so it’s more a flurry of blinks.

“Oh, daddy, you’re so sweet,” She giggles, puckers her lips and the sentiment is shared between them— They kiss like lovers do, dirtier than you and Claire. Unaffected, Ashley looks over his shoulder at you, “We can still have fun,” She promises, “Daddy can just watch, won’t you?”

Jesus Christ. Now that you’re actually faced with it. Incest in the flesh. It’s nerve-wracking. How is one meant to digest incest?

“Ashley, I don’t watch you catching anything nasty,” He tries to be discreet, you hear him loud and clear.

“Daddy,” She scolds, hitting his chest. He shucks off his suit jacket, laying it out on the back of the chair adjacent to the Alaskan king bed that could fit a family of five let alone the three of you. He sits, stares at you with his glassy eyes. President Kennedy is handsome in real life, you kind of get the appeal now, the camera does add ten pounds, ages him by ten years too apparently. There is something about him that is effortlessly masculine yet soft, sweet almost.

Ashley’s dress comes off next, she cares little for the way it is left wrinkled on the ground, her hand finds its way between your thighs. She’s not inexperienced. She knows her way around your body like she would her father’s. Her fingers are long and slim, nimble when the pads come to ghost your clit, lifting back the hood to press her thumb into it.

Instinctively, your hips buck into her hand, she kisses you, smiling into your mouth. Claire is at the forefront of your mind, she’d given you the permission to do this, but it feels wrong still. The incest feels even worse. You’ve been trying to ignore it so far, pretend it’s just Ashley here. Ashley’s lips on yours, her fingers in your cunt, her tits pressed flush to your chest— His eyes are so blue.

Ashley scissors you open with two fingers, you suck on her tit, both of you tangled up within each other. Pulling off with a pop, she takes out her fingers and you’re left empty. You taste yourself on her tongue, on her fingers and grow sick of it.

“C’mere,” You take the pillow that’s propped up against the headboard and slot it underneath her hips to keep ‘em raised. Ashley’s cunt is perfect like the rest of her. You wonder if there are procedures to get it this pink, her labia pokes out past her parted pussy lips as does her swollen clit, you give a tentative lick to her cunt, unsure of how she likes it. Claire likes it messy, but Ashley’s rich, she might like it classy. You could eat pussy classy if you tried hard enough.

She lies back, her head sunken into the mass of pillows - the one you had taken barely left a dent in the pile, her tits are small but round and her nipples are pointed and as pink as her pussy. Ashley takes initiative, daddy’s been giving it to her real sloppy it seems, ‘cause she pushes your face into it. Your nose bumps her clit and she sighs sweetly when your tongue works its merry way up her slit, from her slick hole to her twitching bud that you pay extra special attention to. It deserves it, pretty like a pearl, wrap your lips around it and suck till her thighs close around your head.

“Outta the way,” Mr. President, fully clothed, cock hard straining in his slacks, takes Ashley’s leg and spreads her further, “Keep it there for daddy, princess.”

When you lift your head out of pure curiosity, he kisses you, jams his tongue into your mouth to taste you like your tongue wasn’t just jammed in his daughter’s cunt. His daughter who is spread-eagle on the bed for The United States of America. Though, from the way they’re behaving, Ashley is a renowned patriot, this isn’t her first time confessing her love for all things red, white, and blue. And rust orange.

Dumbfounded by his takeover of the pussy you were having so much fun eating, you crawl back over to Ashley while daddy blows raspberries on her clit, spits on the First Daughter’s, his first daughter’s, cunt like she’s a corner whore.

“Daddy,” Ashley moans, she’s unabashed, grabs his hair and forces him deeper, she tells you to suck on her tits, she’s bossy when it comes to sex. Mastered the art of fucking.

“I’ve got you, princess,” Her daddy says, he can talk while he’s eating it, impressive if you do say so yourself. The most you can do is go down on Claire till you get lightheaded, breathing is out of the question.

She cums sweetly because there is no other way in which Ashley can behave. The blood that runs through her is inherently sweet unlike her father’s. Mr. Kennedy slurps away even as she jolts due to aftershocks, he’s intent on drying her out.

When he does decide to join the two of you above, it’s to press kisses into Ashley’s neck, to sniff her perfume, “Good girl,” He praises, “Daddy’s good girl.” Those lines sound like something out of a cheap porno. Hard to believe that it’s real. That you seriously just sat there and got cucked by Ashley’s father.

“Thank you, daddy,” Ashley giggles, stroking through his dark hair as he suckles on her nipple, spit stringy on his lips and her breast when he pulls back. “No, not me,” She refuses when he, with his slacks mid-thigh, presses his cock to her inner thigh, “I want to watch you, daddy.”

See, you’ve taken dick, you take Claire’s silicone dick often. Taking presidential dick, it’s new to you. Presidential dick that could’ve possibly at any time today been lodged inside his little girl, meaning you’re being double dicked not only by a presidential cock, but an incestuous one. It’s fat, browner than it is pink, uncut, the tip is leaky like nobody’s business.

“Aw, oh my gosh,” Ashley coos, “Don’t be scared, you’ve got this!” Your nerves don’t stem from taking his mediocre, prized dick, but from everything else about this situation. “Daddy’s good at it, it never hurts.” She holds your hand, brings it to her lips to kiss, fluffs the pillows and peppers kisses all over your face as President Kennedy, a man of assumed integrity pushes your legs to your chest.

His cock rubs up and down your cunt, catches on your clit, the fat tip is sucked into your stretched hole and inch by inch he forces his way into your hole. With each inch, not that there’s many, it gets thicker, till the base is engulfed into your greedy pussy. Ashley wipes the sweat from your brow, “Isn’t it good?” She gushes, “Daddy’s just the best, I don’t think I could ever be with anyone else, he’s just so good at it, isn’t he?” In response to her blabbing, you can only whimper, giving a quick bob of your head to satisfy her.

Inside of you, each vein embeds itself into your walls, the head jabs at your cervix painfully, and most of all it feels stupidly good. His cock is thick and sturdy like all good dicks should be. And he’s fucking you like he hates you. Which he does. Deep, hard, slow and nasty.

“Is it good, daddy?” Ashley asks innocently enough, her hand rests on your tummy, grows bored and trails lower to flick at your clit.

“Not as good as you, princess, never,” Comes his instant answer. You take offence to this and clench around him so tight he groans and his head drops to your neck, lips on your collarbone. There’s a sticky sound each time he draws his hips back and pushes in, you’re dripping for Ashley, for him— You don’t know anymore, head so clouded you’ve let the incest slip.

“Aw, daddy!” She places a hand over her heart, then she’s back to pinching your clit between her fingers, forcing you to unravel.

His thrusts are deliberate, mean, and he fucks you like it’s all your fault. As if he doesn’t get to hump Ashley at all times of the day. The squelch of your cunt is embarrassing enough for you to be over and done with, each stroke is a hit on your ego and on your cervix, the latter being a more delicious hit, but a hit nonetheless. When he cums, he does it on your stomach in white, watery ropes, and it pools in your belly button as you writhe with the immense pleasure he and his disgusting cock have bought you. Ashley’s bony fingers helped to some degree.

“Is it my turn now?” Ashley perks up when her dad kisses her all sloppy on the mouth, spit and drool included.

“Give daddy a minute, princess, I can’t keep up with you,” He chuckles, pats her head, they’ve started their incestuously affectionate display, so you cover yourself up and shoot Claire a second message while they begin to act lovey-dovey in bed. Let their guard down, and you hate to do this to such a lovely girl, but your girlfriend is an even lovelier girl.

Soon enough, she and the gaggle of reporters burst through the doors, flashing cameras in hand. Ashley was foolish for letting off her security detail for the night, President Kennedy is the bigger fool, and Claire, well, you’ve never seen her smile so big.

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livelovelaug-h · 4 years

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How you & Dr. Cox get together

Dr. Cox x reader small jd x reader

A/n: Sorry this is so long loll 😅 credit to @mona-stay for helping me with this and being my beta!!! 💕💕💕

It sucks when you like someone but it especially sucks when it's someone you're working with. it can be hard to get their attention especially in a hospital.

Of course you first thought Perry Cox was arrogant and full of himself. But it was all an act and he started growing on you the more the days went on. You guys didn't talk much but just seeing him around was enough to make your heart Start pumping out of its chest. He was so hot.

You heard a rumour that

"Cox has feelings for Carla" and they seemed pretty close so you didn't interfere. You got confused when Carla started dating Turk Jd's best friend. You and Jd talked only a little here & there, but when he broke up with Elliot you guys starting talking more and helplessly flirted. So you guys agreed to be friends with benefits.

Your feelings grew more for Perry when you saw his true colors on this one specific day:

Flashback

You were not having the best day. You lost two people. You lost a kid in the morning that was born premature and a girl who had terminal cancer. The rest of the day was going to torturous.

Crying in the medicine room for awhile, you heard someone come in. Perry Cox. You quickly wiped the tears away, picked up some random bottle to make it seem like that's why you were in there and started walking out.

"Hey, I was looking for you." He says with something in his voice you couldn't quite place.

"Look I don't need one of your world famous Dr. Cox lectures or rants right now. I know I could have done better I don't need you telling me too." You said.

"I wasn't gonna say that actually. I was going to tell you that I think you did a good job."

"Really?"

"Yeah ever since you started working here you haven't needed me half as much as the others. You're independent, smart, and there was nothing you could have done differently to save those lives." You were now on the verge of tears. "it would have happened no matter who was their doctor. Don't doubt yourself for a second."

"Wow... thank you. That means a lot coming from you." You let a tear shed, turning to walk away you heard: "Hey.. uh my shifts up in a few minutes wanna grab a cup of coffee?"

"Yeah sure, I'd love that."

~~~

You guys sat down after being in line getting your coffees. "Hey how are you feeling?"

"awful."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks.

"Well... we knew it was terminal and the day would come, but it doesn't make it any easier. It's not fair, she was so Young." He must have seen you were about to cry again so he put his hand over yours.

"It doesn't get easier but that just means you can't let it tear you down. It means you have feelings. I remember my first time losing someone, 20 years later I still react the same."

"What do you do with the pain?"

"I drink my pain away. Always will always have. Also every now and then I talk it out with someone. Maybe your boyfriend Abby can help you with that."

"Jd? Oh no we're not dating. I told him it would be better if we were just friends."

"Oh."

"What about you? Who's your special someone."

"No one at the moment."

You guys lost track of the time and stayed in the cafe over an hour just talking. He truly did make you feel better.

Jd came in the Lunchroom and started heading over to you guys:

"oh hey you guys are still here. Are you ready to carpool?."

"Yeah sure. By the way (you looked back at Cox) you were right it was nice talking with someone." You smiled at him.

"Of course I'm always right." He said teasing, which you laughed too.

"I really appreciated this. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya."

End of flashback

Since yesterday you couldn't stop thinking of him even more. You had to walk past him so you nodded saying "doctor Cox."

"Doctor (y/l/n)." He was smiling too much, but you didn't get to see since you were walking away. When you left he did a little "ugh" but the good one.

"Ooo looks like someone has a crush." Carla said.

"Oh no I don't."

"No? what do you call it when you smile like that?"

"I am not smiling - (he stops the smiling) no I'm not and I call it one of the only people in this hospital that doesn't drive me crazy? Ding ding ding ding ding we have a winner and it's not you anymore."

"Oh please you know I'm right!" She says while he walks away.

~~The next week~~

You had just finished up your shift and wanted to change from your scrubs. It had been a long day so you were ready for a drink. You had on a nice top that was a little revealing but hey Friday night was the night to let your hair down right?!

You were walking towards the front of the hospital where you seen Todd, Cox and Carla. Of course Todd was drooling. "Boobies. Oh… I mean you look hot." Todd blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Todd give It a rest." Cox said hitting him on the head.

Todd shrugs looking towards Carla "but she does look hot" he said low so cox wouldn't hear.

"You look nice." Perry says, taking a step closer. OMG HE THINKS I LOOK HOT. His tone sounded slightly sarcastic but the cheek wink and flirty smirk, definitely made it clear to you alone he really meant it. "going anywhere special?" he asked.

You could feel the blush on your cheeks burn, "erm only the local with these two" you pointed at Carla and Todd "the others are meeting us there, you should come"

"Ah no i don't want to Intrude."

"Oh no you won't be. Plus I'll need someone cool to talk to."

"I'll think about it." he winks.

"Hopefully I'll see you there."

The whole time you kept checking the door to see who was coming in and every time you got disappointed. He never showed up.

JD walked over to you and asked: "Hey why do you keep checking the door? who are you waiting for?"

You shrugged "no one." Carla gave you a sad smile.

You may have thought you had someones attention but maybe it wasn't enough to pull them in.

~~~

Fear is something we're constantly fighting. Weather its a new relationship or a new job it always seems to be there.

Carla walks in the hospital and sees Dr. Cox

"Why say your gonna be somewhere and not show up?''

"ahh don't let the bf hear you say that but I'm flattered you missed me."

Fear can make you do a lot of things like, not show up to something even though you really wanted to go.

"it's not me who missed you but if your gonna play y/n like you do all the interns I'm not gonna stand around and watch."

"y/n only wanted me there because I was there for her when she lost those people."

Carla soften up "maybe but that girl had eyes for you since day one and if weren't so full of it you would have seen that."

Cox is quiet for a moment and rubs his head.

"see you do like her too!"

"I don't and even if I did it can't happen."

"why?"

"Well it's unethical we work together"

"yeah right like that ever stopped you. Next excuse."

"so what? even if it's possible to date each other why would she want me, I'm sure she'll find herself some younger nicer boyfriend."

"Sure you are ignorant most of the time but we know that you are no Bob kelso. You are a good man and that's what she sees."

"Ehh yeah i don't know."

"I think you're just scared to commit." He stands quiet again. Carla was looking at something behind him.

"...But if you don't believe me you can ask her yourself." Perry turned and saw you standing there.

Maybe after all you did have their attention..

"is that really how you feel?" You asked him.

"look I like you but I'm older and I have a lot of baggage."

"we all have our baggage. And as long as the age I don't care. We don't have to get serious or jump right in, we can go out and have fun and just see where the feelings lead us. "

"that sounds good. Wanna go grab a drink after work? I promise I'll show up this time."

"i would love that." You giggle.

In the end it just takes talking it out with a friend to get over- well anything. In some cases it might help you realize that you shouldn't let fear hold you back.

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livelovelaug-h · 4 years

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First Christmas with Dr. Cox

It's crazy how many different ways there are to celebrate a holiday. Some people bake, some people pray, Some long candles or travel. And other don't do anything.

"Hey I figured for Christmas since we're both off we could go somewhere nice. "

"Oh I'm sorry I asked to be put on the schedule for Christmas.."

"Oh really that's great." Perry forced a smile.

"Yeah I mean it's just another day really…"

"Dr. Y/n can I borrow you for a moment." Laverne asks. "Yeah sure. See you later." You kissed Dr. Cox's cheek."

"What's going on in that Dr. Cox head of yours." Carla asked.

"Nothing I just thought she would want to spend Christmas decorating like girls do and it's rare that we ever get off for a holiday but she's - she's just not in a jolly spirit.

"Well it shouldn't bother you because some people just don't make a big deal about Christmas."

"Hmm."

"Or just ask her maybe she didn't think you would want to do anything. You know you're not usually jolly anyway."

"Yeah yeah."

You and Dr. Cox were sitting in the cafeteria eating your lunch. "Hey are you sure you don't want to go anywhere for Christmas? It could just be the two of us."

"No it's okay. Doing things for Christmas is not that huge to me but, you could go or do something yourself I bet you'll enjoy the alone time." Your pager went off.

"Ugh got to go. see you later." After you walked away Dr. cox turned around to face Jd's table.

"Newbie I got a job for you."

"What is it?"

" Find out why y/n doesn't like Christmas."

"What makes you think she doesn't?"

"Well for starters she just said that it's not that huge to her and she hasn't even decorated anywhere which is greeaaaat cause I don't need my house to look like someone threw up Christmas. Then we both had Christmas off until she asked to be put on the schedule. Now Clarissa, does that sound like someone who likes Christmas?"

"well those are definitely signs of not liking it."

"Exactly so I'm trusting you to smoothly ask her why she doesn't like Christmas. Maybe start at the what are you doing for Christmas."

"I got it. I can totally be smooth. Smooth like butter. Or ice. Or a baby's bum."

"Oooh my God you're going to mess this up." Dr. Cox said walking away.

~~~~ At the front desk

Dr. Cox was in a patient's room listening : "Oh... hey y/n." Jd said walking up to you. "Um hey jd. What's up"

"Nothing much. Just wondering if you wanted to come and light the tree at my place with Turk and Carla."

"I can't I work all week. Except midnight and really early in the morning, and I don't think you're going to be lighting it then."

"Okay no big deal. maybe another time."

"Yeah maybe. Thanks for the offer though."

"No problem. Are you doing anything at all for Christmas? Christmas shopping?"

"No not this year. What about you?"

"Not much really, just cooking and working. Why don't you like Christmas?"

"What makes you think I don't like Christmas?" You snapped.

he stuttered "I just-- you said.."

"Look let's just drop it and forget about it."

"Oh okay." He says kinda hurt. You quickly walked away.

"Nice going there newbie."

"Hey I at least tried and.... was smooth."

"Hmmm" Dr. Cox groaned.

"Why don't you just ask her yourself?"

"Because she doesn't wanna tell me either."

"Maybe it's nothing then."

"You really don't think before you speak do you? It wouldn't bother her if it was nothing." Perry walked away.

Somethings are better left unknown. Because when you keep prying it can get a person angry or better yet mess up a nice moment

CHRISTMAS EVE-

You & doctor cox went out to a small restaurant for dinner. It was cute and you guys haven't went out on a date for a while.

"Oh my gosh remember our first date." You guys were laughing. "The whole place had no chairs!"

"Yeah I actually think the waitress was more nervous than you, she almost spilled my whole drink." he said. "But it was the best date ever and I'm so happy I went ahead and did ask you out."

''me too. I was scared I thought you wouldn't like me anymore."

"I liked you even more." He grabbed your hands to hold.

On the TV -

And there may be a chance for some snow on Christmas day…. Stay tuned…

"that would be great if there was snow on Christmas."

"Yeah. Been a while." You said shortly.

"For sure… hey I was thinking of maybe getting a tree for my apartment."

"Ooo that'll look so nice."

"Do you want to help me pick one out?."

You stopped chewing for a second shocked, But continued: "um can we talk about this later?"

"Sure. But why do you always dodge the question?"

"Really? Unbelievable. I just don't get why you can't leave it alone." You stood up and grabbed your coat.

"Y/n! Wait!" But you were already out the door.

Moment ruined

~~~

CHRISTMAS DAY

You woke up, got ready and were almost out the door when you heard: "Hey I'm sorry about last night."

"It's okay. See you tonight. Love you"

"Love you too."

You learn that in a relationship you have to make sacrifices;

"Okay mrs. Foley you are ready for your surgery. Good luck and I'll See you when you get back."

"Thank you miss y/l/n." You smiled.

You walked out and started writing on her chart. "Did she just go into surgery?" You knew that voice anywhere.

"Perry? What are you doing here?"

Even if that means giving up your day off

"I shouldn't have kept pushing Christmas on you. I don't need to know why you don't like it or celebrate it. As long as I'm with you then I don't care."

"You're right though. I should have told you. It's just-- getting older it doesn't seem as special and then when my mom..-"

"You don't have to-"

"No I want to. When she died I just couldn't celebrate it, and I can never get in the spirit, it feels too lonely without her."

"I'm Sorry." He gave you a hug. "It's okay."

He handed you a small box. "I know we're not doing presents but here."

"You really shouldn't have."

"I wanted to." You opened the box and it was a key. "You don't have to move in right away but now you can come whenever you want… and you don't have to be alone."

"This is so sweet. Thank you." You reached up on your tippy toes and kissed him passionately. You pulled back and whispered: "I'm not alone anymore. Hey what do you say we finish this in the on call room and you can unwrap me like a present?"

"Oh yeah. I'm down for that let's go." Down the hallway you went into the on call room.

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livelovelaug-h · 4 years

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My fruit cups part 1

episode rewrite with a different ending

Second part will be rewrite to "my Karma."

Summary- imagine meeting Jordan when your dating Doctor Cox. Perry Cox x reader ofc

~~~~ Hospital -- On-Call Room

You are sleeping on the bed.

As a doctor, you spend about a third of your nights sleeping at the hospital. But, truth be told, not a lot of sleeping actually takes place.

Nurse Roberts opens the door and flicks on the light. "Dr. Y/n?" You bolt up, half asleep, hair mussed.

"Mr. Rodriguez is coding."

"Ohh." You start to get up.

Nurse Roberts: You look pretty!

[fluffing your messy hair] "Oh, thank you!"

You learn to appreciate the little things -- like waking up in your own bed.

Dr. Cox's Apartment -- Bedroom

Perry is sound asleep. Your sitting up next to him, covered by only a sheet -- your watching him sleep.

Of course, if there's someone there with you....

He wakes and looks at you. You say "Sorry I woke you."

Dr. Cox: I'll live. He pulls you down into a kiss.

....that's just gravy.

~~~~

You walk up to Dr. Cox. Dr. Cox: Hey, babe.

"Hey. I ordered the fight on pay-per-view, got a six-pack of your favorite beer, and we are leaving this second."

Dr. Cox says "Hop on, sexy. Come'ere."

You jump on him piggy-back style, and he trots down the hall, singing: "oh, Perry gonna get some lovin'. Perry gonna get some lovin'. Oh, Perry gonna get some lovin'."

You spank him once to "giddyap".

~~~~ In the Hallway

Dr. Cox and you are walking through when some of the male staffers they pass notice you..

Male Doctor: y/n!

"Hey, Rob! Good to see you! Hey, Dan!"

"Oh, God! I just hate that every doctor you ever gave a exam to sniffs around you like a pathetic little puppy-dog."

"I never gave those guys anything! I slept with one and dated the other."

"Oh! Great...."

~~~~

Perry and you are snuggled on the couch together, watching TV.

The TV announcer is heard to say: "Stay tuned for 'Survivor'" But dr. Cox flicks off the TV.

Dr. Cox: I don't think so!

"Hey! I was watching that."

Dr. Cox: I know, but it's my place, so it's house rules. Lookit, I-I feel like...I owe you an apology, here.

"Really? For what?"

Dr. Cox: Well, just for being so jealous and pissy lately. I mean, I guess I just kind of got hung up on the fact that you were with, you know, Dr. Jasper and...Dr. Michaels...Dr. Stone. Was it his ear hair? Is that what is so compelling about him? Nevermind. The point is that this relationship, right here, is about the present...and it's about the future; and I'm never gonna let anything from our past ever get in our way again. Deal?

"Deal."

Dr. Cox: Come here. You guys kiss. The front doors unlocked, and a very round Jordan enters.

Jordan: Keys still work!

Dr. Cox's gaze affixes on her belly, and he's taken aback.

"Excellent…. Jordan. Please tell me you ate a raccoon and it's slowly making its way through your digestive system."

"Oh, don't worry, it's not your baby. [to you] Though not for lack of trying -- see, we have sex a lot."

You: Who are you?

Jordan: Who do you think I am?

You: Well, you have keys to the apartment, so I'm gonna say...the maid.

"Oh."

Dr. Cox: y/n, this is my ex-wife, Jordan; Jordan, this is my girlfriend, y/n. Okay! That was a treat, wasn't it? [to Jordan] Now, would you like me to call you a cab, or should I just whistle and have the flying monkeys bring the broom around?

Jordan: Oh, no.... He called you his girlfriend. If I were you, I'd start gathering your tiny panties up, because...I think you're done.

You: I'm already bored by you. Perry, I will be in the bedroom; come join me when Tubby leaves.

You stands and goes to the bedroom.

Jordan: Ta.

Dr. Cox: Oh, who did that to you?

"Well, I was at this fabulous hotel in Greece -- chock-full of available, wealthy men -- scru---"

Dr. Cox: So, it was the bellboy.

"Er, busboy or poolboy...something-boy -- I don't know. Anyway, when I first found out, I was panicked; and then I thought, you know, I've kind of been drifting through life all these years and I need to look into my heart and see what really matters to me. Anyway, I decided to keep the stupid kid."

Dr. Cox: You should cut out the middleman and just have a therapist deliver him. I mean, honestly, Jordan, why--why are you telling me...this?

"Oh! Because I've also decided that I want you back."

"Jordan, I don't know what to tell you."

You emerge from the bedroom in one of Perry's shirts. "Are you ever coming in, Perry? [to Jordan] You can join us if you want, but I doubt you'll fit on the bed."

Jordan: [to Dr. Cox] Okay, have one last fling. But I'll be back; and, until then, everywhere you look, you'll see me.

You: Everywhere anybody looks, they'll see you.

"Oh, it is so on!"

"Bring it!"

Dr. Cox buries his head in his hands. "Oh...God."

Jordan puts a consoling hand on his shoulder, and you slap it away.

as everywhere Perry looks, not only does he see you, but also, as promised, he sees Jordan....

At the Nurses' Station, you hop up on the counter to read over his shoulder.

Jordan tries to hop up too, but is too big, and contents herself with leaning against it.

In the Cafeteria, Perry melts when he sees you at a table seductively eating an ice cream sundae.

He just about dies watching Jordan at the next table devour an enormous burger.

In the hall, you conveniently drop your pen, giving Perry an awesome view as she bends over to pick it up. Jordan comes through and also "drops" her bottle of water. She struggles to bend over and picks it up and Jordan falters.

Jordan: Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick.

Perry rushes over to help her.

Bathroom

Jordan and Dr. Cox are sitting on the floor with their backs against the wall.

Dr. Cox: Look, morning sickness sucks. Believe me, I know; I've been there.

Jordan sniffles into a tissue.

"Hey, Jordan, are you...are you crying?"

"No.... I don't know! I'm just completely hormonal! I mean, you try going from out-of-control horny to clinically depressed six times a day."

"Oh, gimme a break, I can knock that out on the way to work. Hey, lady, I'm proud of what you're doing here."

Jordan: Really?

"Yeah, really."

Jordan: Thanks. Last chance: Do you want me or not?

"Oh, Jordan; I'm so sorry, but...."

"Forget it. I was kidding. I was kidding, really. Help me up."

He reaches for her hands & helps her up.

Dr. Cox's Apartment~

You are on the couch. Perry goes over to the bar and pours a couple of drinks.

I usually don't like thinking about the future. I mean, let's face it, you can't predict what's gonna happen.

"So, is your ex-wife like all women are crazy-crazy? Or more like that assistant who tasered David Spade-crazy?"

"Well, you gotta try and understand, she's going through a rough time right now, and I'm the one she's used to leaning on. Which, in her current condition, is actually causing me more physical pain than it is emotional. But, still, it sure was silly of her to try to make me choose between the two of you."

"so I guess you made a decision, huh?"

He stands at the bar a moment, thinking.

Dr. Cox: Well, when I really had a chance to think about it, it turns out it was the easiest decision I ever made.

He takes the drinks back to the couch.

Dr. Cox: "yeah well I really like you and I don't want to lose this. You make me happy."

"Well I'm glad you chose me and you make me happy too."

He clinks the glasses together. "Cheers." You say.

But sometimes, the thing you didn't expect is what you really wanted after all.

You're resting her head in Perry's lap.

Maybe the best thing to do is just stop trying to figure out where you're going, and just enjoy where you're at.

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