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pitchsidestories · 1 day ago

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Betrayal in Blue II Barcelona Femeni x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 2009

summary: At Barça, Reader saw Keira, Lucy, and eventually Ona as family. But when Keira transferred to Chelsea mid-season, it felt like a betrayal for her. (pairings: Lucy Bronze x Keira Walsh x Young!Reader (platonic), Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze (romantic)) requested

author's note: Hi, we had a lot of fun writing this and hope you enjoy reading it just as much. 💙❤️

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

When you first joined Barcelona’s first team, everything felt overwhelming. Between the big names and the intense competition, you felt completely lost. But then, to your surprise, two English players stepped in and took you under their wings within the first few weeks.

First, it was Lucy. She had a great way with young players, was funny and teasing and full of energy. You instantly felt drawn to her. At the same time, she worked quietly to build your confidence. Then came Keira.

A lot calmer and more grounded. She always had something kind to say, but she also knew exactly when to challenge you. They both quickly became anchors in your life, essentially adopting you.

But things shifted a bit when Lucy left for Chelsea the following summer. She was gone but never really. She kept checking in, sending you messages after games and FaceTiming you whenever you needed a pep talk. And you still had Keira.

“Remember, Kei, when…”, you started but burst into laughter before you could finish. You stood on the training pitch, drenched in sweat after a long session in the bright Barcelona sun.

Keira didn’t need you to finish. She was already laughing. “Oh my god, yes!”

“What are you talking about?”, Ona asked, wiping sweat from her forehead, eyes flicking between you and Keira.

You waved it off: “Nothing.”

“Tell me or I’ll ask Lucy later.”, the defender threatened with a grin.

You groaned: “Not Lucy.”

Keira shook her head, smiling: “She was involved in it.”

You giggled again, remembering Lucy trying to teach Keira how to properly prank you, but Keira had no patience for it and ended up pranking Lucy instead.

“It’s not that important.”, you said, catching your breath from laughing so hard.

Ona gave a theatrical shrug and gave in. She was clearly used to you and Keira having secrets with her girlfriend.

While you recovered from laughing, you watched Keiras face turn serious within a heartbeat. Your heart dropped. That look was never a good sign.

“But I’ve got to tell you something important.”, she suddenly said quietly, her eyes on the grass.

You frowned at her: “Like what?”

“In a few days I’m returning to England.”

It didn’t register right away. The winter break was almost over, and the second half of the season would start soon so you quickly made a connection.

“For a holiday?”, you asked.

There was silence.

You stared at Keira, Keira stared back at you before she finally shook her head.

“No. To sign for Chelsea.”

Her words hit you with full force. Shocked, you protested: ”What? No!”

“I’m sorry, kiddo.”, the English midfielder apologized, avoiding your gaze and choosing instead to stare at her feet.

You swallowed hard. The pain was still raw as you replied: ”Not you too.”

“Oni will still be there for you.”, Keira reminded you gently.

The hurt was too fresh. You spoke without thinking and instantly regretted it when you saw the hurt look on Ona’s face: “But that’s different.”

“I’ll take Coco for a short walk so you two can talk.”, the defender declared, clearing her throat. Normally, the three of you would go together—but this wasn’t normal.

Watching her quietly walk away, you turned your attention back to the older footballer: “Kei.”

“I know.”, she sighed.

Overwhelmed by emotion, you started to tear up: “This isn’t fair. Why is everyone leaving me?”

“We’re not leaving you. Since Lucy and I came here, we’ve been through thick and thin together.”, Keira clarified.

“Yes, see!” It was hard for you to picture Barcelona without her.

She looked at you with empathy: “Y/n, you can do this on your own now. You don’t need us anymore. Just know—we’ll always be cheering you on.”

“I don’t. I’m not ready for this.”, you insisted.

But Keira didn’t accept that. On the contrary, the midfielder said softly, a sad smile on her lips: “Trust me—you are.”

Months had passed since Keira left Barcelona for London. Now, in April, she was back in the Catalan city to face her former team in the first leg of the Champions League semi-final.

Before the match, Lucy placed a hand firmly on her ex-girlfriend’s shoulder: “Kei, you know she’s still mad at us, don’t you?”

“I know,” Keira nodded. “She hasn’t replied to any of my messages. She only speaks to Ona.”

Lucy muttered a curse under her breath: “I hate that.”

“Me too.”, the younger woman admitted quietly.

As memories of all the moments the three of you had shared flickered through her mind, Lucy mumbled: “She was like family.”

“She is family.”, Keira corrected immediately.

The defender fidgeted with her white hairband, clearly unsettled: “Yeah. Exactly.”

“At least Oni’s still keeping an eye on her.”, Keira added in a hopeful tone, just as Ona approached them in the tunnel, her face lighting up with a wide grin.

“She definitely is.”, Lucy said, beaming as she turned to her girlfriend. “Hey, Oni.”

“Hi, amor.” Safe within the concrete walls of the stadium catacombs, the Barcelona defender leaned in and gave her a featherlight kiss.

“Disgusting. Get a room… but after the game please.”, Keira muttered with a grin, rolling her eyes as she passed them on her way to the pitch.

Lucy shot her an annoyed look: “We didn’t plan on making out during the game.”

“No, we’re professionals.”, Ona added, laughing.

“I was just joking.“, Keira said and peered out towards the pitch before asking: “Where’s our problem child?”

“She’s coming. With Vicky and Salma.”, Ona whispered, nodding subtly toward the dressing rooms where you were just emerging.

“Do you think we wants to see us?”, Keira asked carefully.

Ona shrugged, her eyes fixed on you: “You can try it but be prepared for a cold welcome.”

Lucy frowned at the two of them. “I don’t care. I’m going to say hi.”

She let go of Ona and stepped forward just as you approached, flanked by Salma and Vicky.

You stopped shortly in front of Lucy and Keira and flashed them a fake smile: “Oh, hey. Ready to lose today?”

“No, you’ll lose.”, Lucy teased playfully. But you didn’t fall for it. You weren’t ready to forgive them yet.

You flipped your ponytail over your shoulder and continued to walk toward the pitch: “In your dreams, Bronze.”

“Bronze? We’re not even on first name base anymore?”, you heard Lucy call after you.

You stopped in your tracks but didn’t turn back: “Don’t pretend to be hurt by that.”

“I’m not. I’m just surprised.”, she replied, voice steady.

That calm tone only filled you with anger. You finally decided to turn around: “Why?”

Lucys expression didn’t shift: “I thought we were family.”

You let out a sharp, bitter laugh: “Family doesn’t leave one by one.”

“Yeah, they do.”, she protested.

You shook your head. There was no point in discussing this, not as long as she believed she’d done nothing wrong.

“I got to warm up now.”, you said curtly and turned away.

“Y/n?” It was Lucy again.

“Yes?“, you snapped, not even hiding the annoyance in your voice.

“Good luck for the game. You’ll need it.”

You didn’t reply. You just kept walking, straight onto the pitch.

You didn’t know what exactly happened but somewhere in the second half of the match, you found yourself on the ground. A flash of excruciating pain tore through your knee. You couldn’t get back up, you could barely even breathe through it.

Grass clung to your face, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about the players surrounding you either, their worried frowns blurring at the edges of your vision.

Keira called out your name, her voice filled with deep concern.

“Are you alright?”, asked Lucy, sounding just as worried.

But it was Alexia who gently placed a hand on your shoulder, shooting warning glances at the two former Barcelona players: “Don’t touch her.”

“Ale, she’s our friend.”, the Chelsea midfielder reminded her ex — and your current captain.

You quickly reassured the three older players once the initial shock began to subside and the adrenaline kicked in: “I’m fine.”

“Come on. You’ve got this.” As you got back on your feet, Alexia encouraged you: “Let’s beat them.”

“Yes, please.”

While she guided you away from the two who had once felt like family, something began to shift in your mind. Were you still angry with them for leaving? Absolutely. And yet, it was impossible to ignore the anxious looks on their faces — their worry for you was written all over them.

To steady yourself, you redid your ponytail, determined to push thoughts of the English women aside until after the match. Now was the time to grit your teeth, power through the game, and win this.

Everything had worked in your favour, and the 4–1 result was a clear statement.

“Clau! Oni! That was amazing! What a win!”, you cheered, jumping up and down with your teammates.

“4–1! Great game, girls.”, Ona beamed.

Claudia, who had scored, wore a victorious grin: “That was so fun.”

The celebration came to a sudden halt when Lucy approached.

“Y/N? Good game.”, she said, a note of pride in her voice that took you by surprise.

A shy smile flickered across your face: “Oh, thanks. You had a good game too.”

“It wasn’t my best.”, the English defender admitted.

Knowing how much she hated losing, you couldn’t resist teasing her: “Yeah, I think we all noticed that.”

“Amor…” Ona began, trying to comfort her girlfriend.

Lucy’s gaze softened as she looked at her. “Give me a sec,” she murmured.

Then, turning back to you, she offered: “Jersey swap?”

You hesitated for a moment before replying in what you hoped was a casual tone: “Sure.”

“Hey, I was about to ask her, Lucia!”, Keira protested, playfully nudging the dark-haired woman aside.

Lucy smirked: “Be quicker next time.”

Ignoring her teasing, Keira focused her full attention on you:“Y/N? You were brilliant.”

Their banter, their compliments — it all warmed your heart, despite everything that had happened over the past few months. Some things, it seemed, never changed.

“Thank you.”, you responded sincerely, your voice full of gratitude.

In a playful, comradely gesture, you lightly poked the midfielder’s side, nodding towards the couple who appeared to be in a world of their own: “Ew, right?”

“So ew,”, Keira agreed with an amused smile.

You two looked at each other and immediately burst into giggles, just like back in the day.

Lucy, finally pulling away from Onas lips, shot you both playfully annoyed look: “We can hear you two, you know that, right?”

“Good!”, you laughed, teasing.

“Good?!”, Lucy repeated, feigning offense.

Ona placed a hand on Lucys arm, smiling softly: “Don’t listen to them, amor. They just love to tease.”

As she pressed another kiss to Lucys lips, Keira turned back to you and studied you for a moment.

“We’re good again?”, she asked cautiously.

Your heart still ached, knowing none of this would last once you all left the stadium. But at the same time, it felt comforting to be reminded that even when they left, they never stopped loving you.

So you nodded. “Yes. We’re family, after all.”

To your surprise, Keira started to smile and opened her arms: “Family hug?”

You knew she wasn’t the biggest hugger, so there was no way you could deny her.

“Yes.”, you agreed and stepped into the hug.

Lucy joined quickly, without a word.

You saw Ona standing slightly off to the side, watching the three of you with a gentle smile.

You waved her over: “Ona, you too.”

Her face lit up: “Coming.”

The four of you stood there, hugging tightly. You felt the safety you always associated with them. Maybe they had been right: family might come and go but it never stopped being family. And now, you had Ona to add to your ever-growing football family.

As soon as you all let go, you were already hoping Barcelona would play Chelsea many more times.

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docrobinavitch · 1 day ago

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say goodbye like you mean it | part three

dr. robby x f!charge nurse!oc content: 18+ mdni, swearing, canon medical events, vague age gap (oc mid to late thirties) words: 6.1k PART ONE | PART TWO synopsis: while gwen and robby continue to explore their relationship, langdon returns to the pitt. gwen grapples with the feeling that robby means more to her than she does to him. a/n: hi guys thank you for the patience while i was traveling and thank you so much for all the love on the first two parts!!! i can't thank u enough for real. i love hearing your feedback so please do not hesitate, even anonymously. i had so much fun writing this part. there will be at least one more part, i will keep y'all updated.

“Dana,” Gwen frowned as she watched Dana walk toward the hub with a tray in her hand with three coffees, “I didn’t know you were on today.”

Dana handed her one of the coffees, “I’m not, but it’s… gonna get weird in here today. Thought you could use the help.”

Gwen sipped her coffee, but continued to watch Dana with confusion, “What’s going on today?”

Dana stared at her quietly for a moment, “It’s Langdon’s first day back. Robby didn’t mention?”

Gwen and Robby had been casually seeing each other for two months now. They acknowledged that they were seeing each other exclusively, but hadn’t defined the relationship otherwise. On top of that, they rarely saw each other on their off days. Right now, their relationship was mostly confined to after shift dinners and sleepovers.

To be clear, Gwen was okay with this, but she had wondered if Robby was intentionally keeping her at arms length. She hadn’t yet been brave enough to ask him about it. In truth, the sex was really good and she didn’t want to risk ruining it.

But here was a clear marked warning sign that he was, in fact, keeping things from her.

“Is Langdon a student, or?”

Dana sighed heavily, “Shit. I thought since the two of you were dating now he would at least be confiding in someone.”

Gwen flushed and looked to her computer screen, “Not sure you can call what we’re doing dating.”

Just then, Robby stopped by the hub, “Hey, how are we looking today?”

Gwen looked at her iPad while Dana handed him one of the coffees she had brought in, “ICU took two of our boarders during the night shift, we have one more waiting on an ICU bed and two waiting on psych.”

“Good,” Robby said, looking up at the board, “Any callouts?”

“Yeah, three.”

Robby whistled, “We doing anything about that?”

Gwen shook her head, “Nobody’s available to cover. There are less nurses on chairs today to accommodate.”

Robby nodded and then looked to Dana, “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here today?”

“Just here for emotional support captain, thought it might be a… challenging day.” Dana gave him a knowing look.

Robby’s eyes darted quickly from Gwen back to Dana before he gave her a sharp shake of his head, “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

Robby turned back to Gwen, “Rounds with me in five?”

Gwen nodded and then he was gone. She turned to Dana, “He seems fine to me.”

Dana laughed, “Oh, kiddo. Talk to me in five hours.”

***

Fifteen minutes later, Gwen and Robby walked in lock step around the ER while she got him up to speed. Again, he seemed fine to her, if a little more distant than usual, but the things Dana had said had stuck with her.

“Hey, um,” She stopped him with a hand on his forearm, “You’re okay, right?”

“Jesus,” He sighed, “Not you too.”

She dropped her hand, “Look, I don’t know what’s going on or who this Langdon is, but—“

“You’re right, you don’t know. So just stay out of it, okay?”

Gwen frowned at him and took a step back, “I’m going to need you to recalibrate your attitude.”

He began walking away from her as he caught the eye of Dr. Mohan who was flagging him down for a consult, “There wouldn’t be an attitude to recalibrate if you just stay in your lane. Please.”

Robby had never really been short with her in the entire time she knew him. For a second, she just stood there, staring after him. Finally, Gwen scoffed and turned to go back to the hub where a tall, lanky young doctor was talking to Dana.

“Dr. Langdon, this is Gwen Keating, our charge nurse.” Dana introduced.

Gwen gave a tight smile, “Nice to meet you, Dr. Langdon.”

Langdon frowned looking from Dana to Gwen, “You weren’t kidding,” He said slowly to Dana, “About leaving?”

“Serious as a heart attack, kid. But I’ll still be around helping for a while.”

“Man,” Langdon said, “Robby must be a wreck about it.”

“Nope,” Dana said, “Gwen here runs an even tighter ship than I do, right kid?”

Gwen was lost in thought, watching Robby work. They hadn’t spent much time talking about what it was they meant to each other, but Gwen had assumed he felt the way she did. That they could lean on each other, emotionally. The way she had leaned on him, confided in him about James. But now there was this doctor standing in front of her who very clearly was eliciting some sort of emotional response in Robby and he was responding by completely cutting her out.

“Hey, Keating.” Dana pulled her from her reverie, “You good? I don’t need you off your game too.”

Langdon had left the hub and Gwen watched as Robby’s eyes followed him, “Sorry, yeah, I’m fine, I just… You were right, about Robby. He’s off.”

Dana nodded slowly, looking over Gwen with concern, “Yeah, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

She sighed, “I know it’s stupid, I just thought… I thought he would’ve told me. If something was wrong.”

Dana smiled sadly, “Don’t take it personally, kid. He’s crazy about you.”

Gwen laughed, “Right. Yeah. I should go check on… some labs.” She said quickly, hoping she could drown out her thoughts with the work.

***

Gwen spent the next couple of hours attempting to be as far away from Robby as possible. Him being short with her earlier had her rethinking everything. Maybe she didn’t really know him at all. She really didn’t want to think about the fact that while she was pining over him, maybe it was all just about fucking for him. And then she felt stupid for caring. He had never implied it was anything else. Why did she expect more from him?

She walked from patient to patient, called the lab every hour, checked the board, answered all of the incoming EMT calls and directed where to put them.

“Hey, Gwen?” Samira walked up to her, “Do you know where Robby is?”

She shook her head, “Haven’t seen him.”

“Okay, I have to run to a different patient, but could you let him know the labs are back on South 7? Blood tests came back clean and negative EKG.”

“Yeah, of course.” Gwen said, and then Samira disappeared, “Fantastic.” She sighed.

Gwen made her way slowly through the ER, trying to find Robby while fielding calls and questions on the way. She finally found him in a room with Langdon, both of them had their hands on a patient who was struggling to breathe, if the alarms were any indication.

“Langdon, she’s been down for too long and we can’t see the vocal cords, it’s time to crike.”

“No, Robby, I can do it, I can—“

“Mateo, prep for a crike—“

“No, I’m close, Robby I swear—“

“Frank, hands off the patient—“

“Dr. Robby—“ Gwen started.

“What?!” Robby snapped.

The volume of his voice made her wince and Gwen pinched the bridge of her nose as she spoke, “Labs are back on South 7, everything came back clean, negative EKG. Dr. Mohan thought you should know.”

She heard Robby sigh heavily as she turned to go, “Fuck, Gwen, wait—“

“It’s fine,” She called back over her shoulder.

Very quickly, she made her way back to the hub, collapsing in a chair next to Dana.

“You okay, kid?”

She sighed heavily and swiped her badge on the computer to log in, “He is in rare form today.”

“And your sweet disposition has done nothing to soothe him?”

Gwen barked a laugh and popped a jolly rancher in her mouth, “Oh, Dana. If I was your last hope I am sorry to say that we are fucked.”

Dana patted the back of her hand reassuringly, “He’s had worse days. The day he kicked Langdon out was the same day as Pitt Fest. Now that version of Robby…” Dana whistled.

Gwen opened and closed her mouth, then looked at Dana, “Was Robby working during Pitt Fest?”

Dana watched her face, seemingly looking for any indication that Robby had told her something that he obviously hadn’t.

Gwen blinked and looked back at her computer screen, “It’s like I don’t even know him sometimes.”

“Be patient with him, kid. He’ll get there.”

Maybe that was true, that he’d finally trust her enough to tell her everything. That she wouldn’t be flouncing around this ER with everyone knowing she was sleeping with the attending regularly, but he didn’t think she was worth confiding in.

But more and more, and especially today, it felt like she was just a warm body to him and that was all she’d ever be.

***

“Mom and dad are fighting,” Santos said softly to Whitaker and Javadi as they looked at the board. Gwen had breezed past them just moments ago.

Whitaker frowned, “Robby and Gwen? About what?”

Santos shrugged, “Not sure, but they’re definitely off. I don’t think Robby’s looked for her since morning rounds. Normally he follows her around all day like a lost puppy.”

Just then Samira joined them, “Robby and Langdon are acting so weird.”

“Weird how?” Javadi asked.

“Like Robby is dying to deck him.”

“Oh my God,” Javadi said slowly, “Do you think Langdon was hitting on Gwen? I saw them talking earlier at the hub.”

Samira narrowed her eyes at Javadi, “I think it’s more likely Robby is still holding onto his anger with Langdon. They haven’t seen each other since… Since Pitt Fest.”

Santos smirked, “You have to admit though, it would be really funny to see Robby and Langdon fight over the same girl.”

Samira rolled her eyes, “You guys don’t know anything about adult relationships.”

“Why are half my doctors socializing around the board instead of treating patients?” Robby called, causing them to scatter immediately, “And where is Keating?”

“She’s outside, I sent her out for a little break.” Dana said, “What d’you need?”

Robby looked at her blankly, “Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing.”

Dana smiled at him knowingly, “She’s fine, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He nodded, “I wasn’t asking, but if I was, that would be helpful to know.”

“Right,” Dana said, “Frank’s looking for you in south twenty, he’s got a six year old, fever, lethargic, nothing on the labs yet. Dad’s getting impatient.”

Robby sighs and rubs at his face, “Yeah, okay.”

“How’s it going with him?”

He shrugged, clearly exasperated, “Fuck if I know.”

Instead of heading immediately to south twenty, he walked outside to the ambulance bay.

Gwen was leaning against the wall, a cigarette in her mouth.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” Robby said, leaning on the wall next to her.

“I don’t normally, but I really needed one today. Dana let me bum one.”

“Oh good, I’ve pushed you to self destructive behaviors and it’s only been a couple of months. That has to be a new personal record.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself. This is hardly the first time an attending has taken out their frustrations on me.”

He sighed and looked down at his feet, “I’m sorry I was short with you this morning, I’m just… Langdon and I have a lot of… unresolved… stuff.”

Gwen nods, “So I’ve heard.”

She feels him looking at her, knowing he’s waiting for her to look at him, to accept his apology. But she wasn’t feeling that generous just yet.

She puts out her cigarette and starts to head back inside, but Robby grabs her arm as she passes.

“Hey,” He says softly, “I’m trying.”

Gwen sighs, “You had months to tell me about Langdon, about Pitt Fest, instead I had to find out when I came in this morning. Everyone assumed I already knew. It’s embarrassing—“

“I didn’t mean to keep it from you, I just wasn’t ready to talk about it—“

“And are you ready to talk about it now? Because I still don’t know what’s going on besides the fact that every time Langdon walks by you, you look like you’re thinking about jumping him.”

He stares at Gwen for a few moments and then looks down, “I don’t…” He says slowly, “You don’t understand what it was like that day—“

“You’re right. And how could I understand if you never tell me?”

He closes his eyes, “I can’t do this right now.”

Gwen scoffs, “Fine, don’t bother. I’m sure one of the residents can fill me in. Seems to be the only way I get information around here.”

“Come on, don’t be like that—“

“You know, Robby, you told me once that this,” She gestured at the space between them, “Wouldn’t work if I didn’t talk to you. Does it not go both ways?”

He nodded, “You’re right. Look, I will tell you everything after the shift—“ Gwen’s already scoffing and trying to walk away, but Robby gently takes her by the shoulders to keep her in front of him, “What I will tell you is that Langdon’s ability to… disperse medications has been revoked.”

Gwen stilled and looked up at him.

“Anything he orders, a nurse gets it for him and gives it to the patient. Unless it is absolutely life or death emergent. In which case, at the end of the shift, as charge nurse I would ask that you double check all of his orders today to make sure everything is where it should be.”

She blinked at him, “Are you telling me this as your colleague or as your… friend?”

“Both, I hope.” He curls a piece of her hair around her ear and then follows the line of her jaw until he holds her chin,”I know I can be… difficult at times, but I really do care about you. I hope you know that.”

Just then Dana came through the double doors, “Robby, patient’s wife in North 13 is looking for you. Gwen, they need you in chairs, people are getting testy.”

They both confirmed for Dana that they’d heard, but they don’t move just yet.

“We’re okay?” Robby asked softly, and for the first time, Gwen thought she heard a note of fear in his voice.

“Yeah, I just,” Gwen bit her lip, “If things get bad for you today, you’ll come find me, right?”

He nodded and brought both hands up to cradle her face before softly kissing her.

It wasn’t like them to show affection at work, so Gwen was caught off guard by the kiss, but only for a second before she leaned in.

“Well, this is very touching,” Dr. Langdon stood at the ambulance bay entrance, Dr. King just behind him, “But some of us are trying to save lives. Robby, we need you now.”

They broke apart, not acknowledging Langdon as they headed back into work. Gwen didn’t notice the way Robby stared after her even when she disappeared through the double doors to the waiting room.

***

The yelling immediately upon entering the waiting room was jarring. Gwen helped security separate two teenagers and their parents, who were each threatening to press charges against one another. Luckily, it was one of the teens turns to head to the back anyway.

“Nicely done,” Mateo whispered as he ushered the family to the back.

Gwen sighed and then gave the room a quick once over. She spotted an older man sleeping on the far side of the room. Frowning, she began walking over. That was a lot of commotion to have slept through.

“Sir?” She said as she got closer, but no response. “Are either of you with him?” She asked the patients on either side, but they both shook their heads.

“Sir,” She said again and rubbed her fist against his chest in the hopes of rousing him, but still, no response. She pressed her fingers to his carotid. No pulse. “Shit. I need a gurney! Now!”

In a moment, Perlah was next to her with a gurney and two other nurses to help. They moved him onto the gurney and Gwen immediately climbed on top to start chest compressions.

“Somebody get a doctor, tell them we’re coming. Perlah, go get a crash cart ready.”

“Where are we going?” A nurse asked as they made it into the back.

“Dana!” Gwen shouted.

“Trauma one is open.” The relief Gwen felt at the sound of Dana’s voice was insurmountable.

“Can you get Robby?” Gwen asked, out of breath as she continued CPR.

“I’ll see if I can find him.” Dana said and then she was gone.

In moments, the man was hooked up to a cardiac monitor and Dr. Langdon flew in, “What do we got?”

“Guy from chairs, found him unresponsive. Unknown downtime, no pulse.” Gwen said.

“Hold compressions.”

Gwen pulled her hands up and winced as the monitor gave one long, monotone beep.

“Asystole.” Langdon said, “Resume compressions. Push epi.”

“Let me take over?” Perlah asked softly as Gwen resumed CPR.

“I’m okay.” She said, “Not yet.” In her head she was beating herself up for the fact that she had been responsible for assigning nurses to chairs. But as she assigned them this morning, there had been three call outs. She had made the decision to short chairs, rather than a bed.

And now this man was probably dead.

“Why the hell didn’t anyone catch this sooner?” Langdon said.

“We’re shortstaffed today—“ Perlah began.

“It’s my fault.” Gwen interrupted, “We had three call outs, no one on call. I thought we could manage with less nurses on chairs.”

“This is not your fault.” Perlah hissed.

“And did you run that decision by Robby first?”

This whole situation was ridiculous, bordering on comedic. Was she really being admonished by a resident right now? A resident who had been accused of stealing drugs from the hospital no less.

“I keep Robby informed of all my decisions.” Gwen said, breathless and sweating now from the CPR, “But he doesn’t get final say, I’m not a student. I manage the ER to the best of my ability with the resources given to me.”

“Well you’re doing a pretty shitty job of that, if this man’s any proof.”

“Dr. Langdon.” Perlah hissed.

“Hold compressions.” Still asystole. “Resume compressions. Push another round of epi.”

“It’s fine, Perlah.” Gwen said as she resumed CPR.

“It is not fine.” She said, “Langdon, would you talk to Dana like that?”

“She’s not Dana. And Dana wouldn’t have made this call.”

“Yes she would have and in fact she has made that same call many times. Things changed while you were gone, asshole. Get over it.”

“All that seems to have changed to me is that Robby’s sleeping with the charge.”

The air in the room crackled with tension as Langdon’s words settled around them. Gwen continued compressions.

“Hey man,” Donnie said finally, “Not fucking cool.”

“What?” Langdon said, “We’re all thinking it!”

The room erupted in chaos and shouting from the nurses and Langdon as Gwen continued compressions.

“Hey!” She tried to shout over the din, to no avail, “All of you, shut the fuck up!”

Finally, she was met with silence, “We have a patient coding here or did everyone fucking forget? Dr. Langdon, if you have a problem with my decisions we can talk about it with Robby when a patient isn’t fucking coding. The rest of you,” She looked to the nurses, “should know better than to rise to the fucking bait. Let him antagonize me all he wants, the patient comes first. And he’s still fucking coding.”

“Hold compressions.” Gwen sighed at the sound of Robby’s voice and lifted her arms from the patient. Still asystole. “Perlah, take over for Gwen. How many rounds of epi has he had?”

Gwen climbed off the patient, out of breath and muscles shaking.

“Two.” She heard Langdon say.

“Push one more. If there’s still no response, then call it.” He reached out for Gwen as she passed, “Gwen—“

“Uh-uh,” Gwen said, walking away from him, “Not now, later.” And she headed for the staff lounge.

***

Robby watched Gwen walk away, barely tempered rage brimming in his chest. He had heard what Langdon had said about sleeping with her and had been ready to physically haul out Langdon by his collar before Gwen got things under control. He was unfathomably proud of how she had handled it, but he suspected she was hurt despite what she had said.

“Dr. Langdon, a moment?” He said once Gwen had disappeared.

“Could you possibly walk me through why you’ve decided to piss off the nurses today?” Robby asked when Langdon was close enough. He was trying really hard to keep his rage in check around Langdon, but he worried this conversation might be the one to push him over the edge.

“The reason that man coded in chairs was because Gwen didn’t properly staff the waiting room. The most important job of the charge is to make sure all areas of the ER are properly staffed.”

Robby nodded, “And so you thought the appropriate response to that was sexually harassing her in front of her staff?”

Langdon gave a short laugh, “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

Robby closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, “Langdon, this is not the road you want to go down.”

“Why, because she’s your girlfriend?”

Robby glared at him before placing both hands on his shoulders and pushing him none too gently towards a private room.

As the door slammed shut, Langdon started speaking, “Robby, I—“

“No. You shut the fuck up, now.” Robby said firmly, “Regardless of any personal relationships, she is the charge nurse and you will show her the proper respect or so help me God, Frank, I will go to HR and recommend your expulsion from the residency program. They will not have any reservations considering I had to beg on your behalf to give you a second chance.”

Langdon paled considerably as Robby’s words sank in.

“Have I made myself clear?” Robby said quietly.

Langdon shook his head, “I—“ He sighed, “Yeah, you’re right, I don’t… I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Do you want to be here?”

Langdon looked up at him, “Yes, of course.”

“Then act like it.” Robby said, “And I expect you to apologize sincerely to Gwen and the rest of the nurses by the end of the shift. Understood?”

Langdon nodded, “Yes.”

***

When Robby walked into the break room, Gwen was sat on the floor, her iPad and stylus in hand, and an open Red Bull and potato chip bag at her side.

“North 7 and 15 have gone up to ICU, South 11, Central 3, 9, and 12 are being discharged or moved to the hallway.” She said without looking up, “North 5 responded to Narcan, he just needs to be monitored for a few hours before we can discharge.”

Robby lowered himself next to her, joints protesting as he did so. She wordlessly handed him her Red Bull as he did.

He took a sip and then grimaced, handing it back to her, “Never liked that shit. Tastes like artificially sweetened battery acid.”

She huffed a laugh, but still didn’t look up from the iPad.

“You handled that situation with Langdon really well,” He said softly, “I’ve spoken to him about it, shouldn’t happen again.”

“Okay.”

Robby stared at her, waiting for more, but she wouldn’t give it, “Do you… Want to talk about it?”

She sighed and finally looked up at him, “Do I want to talk about it? Let’s see… A patient coded on my watch because of my fuck up and a resident thought it would be fun to humiliate me for it while the guy was on the table because he doesn’t like that his daddy got a new mommy. Do we have time to unpack all of that, you think?”

Robby sighed, “A simple no would have sufficed.”

Gwen laughed, “Wouldn’t have been as fun, though.” Finally, she looked up at him, “I’m okay, really, mostly just upset at myself for not putting enough nurses on chairs.”

Robby shook his head, “You did the best you could with the resources given. Gloria needs to hire more nurses.”

It soothed her to hear him say her own words back to her, “I know that,” She shrugged, “Doesn’t make it easier to carry though, does it?”

“No.” He said quietly.

“Are you okay?”

He sighed, and then chuckled, “You’ve had a much harder day than I have.”

Gwen placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing gently, “It’s not a competition, Michael.”

His eyes traveled from the hand on his thigh to her eyes, “You are not allowed to call me Michael in the workplace.”

She smirked playfully, “Oh? And why is that?” She asked innocently.

He took her hand off his thigh and placed it on her own, squeezing and then leaning into her so that his hand slid to her inner thigh, “Because it reminds me of how you moan my name when you cum.”

He stood then and Gwen giggled and looked back to her iPad, “Thank you.” He said as he headed to the door.

“For what?”

“Distracting me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, but she was still smirking as he let the door fall shut behind him.

***

Gwen rubbed at the back of her neck as she reviewed some charts. Pain radiated from her shoulders, to her neck, to her head. She was prone to tension headaches, especially when under stress. And this had been a bad shift. Luckily, there was just over an hour left.

Just then, Perlah stopped at the hub and placed a white paper cup with two pills in it in front of her along with a blue gatorade.

“Langdon seems torn up about what he said earlier, but I say we let him sit in it for a while.”

“He apologized to you?” Gwen asked. Perlah nodded, “Good. What’s this?” She gestured to the pills in the paper cup.

“Ibuprofen.”

Gwen frowned, “How did you know I needed ibuprofen?”

“Oh, Robby asked me to get it for you. He said you should eat something, too. There’s pizza in the lounge, I can grab you a slice?”

Gwen looked around central until she spotted Robby, who was watching her out of the corner of his eye while Whitaker was talking to him. She smiled and tossed back the ibuprofen and took a sip of gatorade.

The corner of his lips tugged up into a smile and he gave her a subtle thumbs up.

“That’s alright, Perlah, I can get it myself. Thank you.”

Gwen takes the gatorade and her iPad with her to the lounge, hoping to finish scheduling for the next week before leaving.

When she pushes the door open, Langdon’s there, a piece of pizza halfway in his mouth. Weirdly, she feels as if she is intruding and immediately begins to back out.

“No, no, stay. Please.” Langdon says, “I was actually hoping to talk to you if you have a minute?”

Gwen eyes him warily, wanting to be as far away from him as humanly possible. Feeling disgusted with herself as she recalls what he said about her and Robby and then anger for feeling disgusted. Despite it, she takes a step in and lets the door close behind her.

“Look, we don’t have to do this—“

“Yes we do.”

Gwen smirked, “Why, because Robby said so?”

“No,” He said, shaking his head, “Because…” He sighed deeply, “The last time I was here, Dana was running everything and she was the only thing keeping everything together. Keeping Robby together. And then I come back and… you’re running the show and Robby actually seems like maybe he’s been sleeping through the night. I don’t really know why I lashed out at you, I guess it felt like, like my absence wasn’t noted or missed. I… I don’t know what I expected.”

Gwen watched him as he tried to work through it in his own head, and for the first time, she saw Robby in him. The overwhelming need to be needed and if he’s not needed, then what was the point of any of it? And seeing that piece of Robby in him, she felt herself softening to him.

“I was awful to you when that patient was coding and I’m so sorry. It wasn’t your fault. And… the comment about you and Robby was out of line and I promise it will not happen again.”

Gwen let the silence fall between them for a moment. “I appreciate that,” She said slowly, “And I get the feeling that maybe nobody has told you this yet, so I’m going to say it, though I realize it won’t mean as much coming from me: You’re needed here and you’re a great doctor.”

He huffed a laugh, “You’ve only known me for one shift, how would you know that?”

“Because Robby taught you.” She said softly, “He cares about you, you know? I haven’t known him very long and I don’t fully understand what went down between the two of you, but I’ve seen other attendings with their residents. If he didn’t care you wouldn’t still be here. I know he’s a bit prickly right now, but it’s because he cares. So don’t fuck it up, okay?”

Langdon gave her a small smile and nodded, “Thank you.”

Just then, the staff lounge door opened and Robby walked in, “Oh, shit, sorry. Am I interrupting something?”

Langdon stood, “No, I was just leaving.”

With Langdon gone, Robbie grabbed a slice of pizza and sat next to Gwen.

“How did you know I needed ibuprofen?” Gwen asked mildly as she pulled up the nursing schedule on her iPad.

“You have a tell,” He said between bites, “When you get a headache.”

She raised her eyebrows, “Oh?”

“You rub at your neck. Besides which, I’d been watching you wince and close your eyes in pain every couple minutes for the half hour before.”

She frowned, “I didn’t realize I was being watched.”

He tilted his head just slightly, “I’m always looking for you.” He said quietly.

Gwen felt the blood rush to her face and looked back at her iPad.

“Did you eat something?”

“Not yet—Hey!” The words were barely out of her mouth before Robbie snatched the iPad out of her hands and replaced it with a slice of pizza.

She glared at him while she took a bite and he watched, looking very pleased with himself.

“What were you and Langdon talking about?”

Gwen laughed, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to ask, though I don’t know why you’re pretending you don’t know.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I was just curious.”

“Hm,” She hummed, “So you didn’t mandate that he apologize to me and all the nurses who worked that code earlier?”

He was quiet for a moment, “So he apologized then? That’s good.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, “Go a little easier on him, okay?”

His eyes widened, “I go any easier on the kid I’ll lose my medical license.”

“I just mean… I think he’s beating himself up enough and he already feels insecure about the… change in organization. Makes him feel unnecessary and unwanted. He doesn’t need to feel that from you too.”

“You got all that from an apology, did you?” He huffed a laugh, “He was awful to you today and now you’re best friends?”

“No,” Gwen said softly, “He just… Reminded me of you a little bit when we were talking. And I am very forgiving.”

He smiled slightly, “What I’m hearing is that you like me quite a lot, then.”

She smirked and pushed her shoulder against his playfully, “Is that news to you?”

“Yes,” He says slowly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck self consciously.

Frowning, Gwen turns to face him fully, “Robby… You can’t be serious?”

He shrugged his shoulders dejectedly and looked down at his hands, “I don’t know, I… I know you do, I just find myself wondering every day… how long until I screw it up?”

Gwen opened her mouth as if to say something, but then the door opened.

“Sorry kids,” It was Dana, glasses perched on nose and iPad in hand, “We got a STEMI coming in five.”

Robby nodded and then turned to Gwen, “We’ll talk later?”

She nodded, and before he could stand, pressed a kiss to his cheek, her hand coming up to gently cradle the other side of his face. She scratched his beard lightly as she pulled away and he turned his face towards her, looking at her tenderly. It threatened to undo her.

“You’re okay?” She asked quietly.

“I’m good,” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, “See you out there.”

***

The end of shift had Gwen feeling like it had been a week minimum since the last time she left the hospital. When she stepped outside, the air was crisp and the moon was a faint, blurry sliver against the hazy clouds.

As she waited, eyes closed and face lifted for the breeze, a pair of warm arms twined around her waist. Seconds later, she was hit with the smell of fabric softener and antibacterial soap: Robby.

He pressed his lips to the spot between her neck and shoulder and she felt her body relax into him. Wordlessly, she spun in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest. He rested his head on her shoulder and they stood like that, intertwined, for a while.

“Thank you,” He murmured finally.

“For what?”

“For today. For being so understanding about the situation with Langdon. For…” He sighed, “Fuck, I don’t know. Liking me still.”

She pulled away just a bit to look at his face, “I don’t know what you’re so worried about, you’re still so charming even when you’re mean.” She teased.

He gave her a rueful smile, “You deserve better than that.”

She looked at him seriously, taking in his freckles and wrinkles, the curve of his nose. She didn’t know yet if she loved him, but she was sure that she could if he gave her the chance.

“Can I ask you something?” She said softly.

“Of course,” They began walking away from the hospital and he intertwined their fingers.

The way he had been so physically affectionate today was making her feel brave. Like maybe he thought this could be the real deal, too.

“Do you… See us having a future together?”

He quietly seemed to contemplate, staring straight ahead as they walked down the sidewalk towards her apartment. They hadn’t said it out loud, but Gwen thought this meant he intended to stay the night at her place, something that had become almost a tradition for them on Thursdays. They were both off tomorrow.

“I want a future with you,” He said, “More badly than I can remember wanting anything in a long, long time.”

He paused, but she could feel that he had more to say, so she waited patiently.

“I worry that I’m not capable of it, that I’ve always been a bad partner no matter how hard I try. And I don’t want to put you through that.”

“I want to try.” She said immediately, walking backwards in front of him so she could see his face, “I want you and I believe in this. In us.”

They had reached her apartment building and he smiled at her tenderly, “Okay, Keating,” He said, his voice rough and thick, he crooked two fingers under her chin and tipped up slightly so she was look at him, “But remember, you asked for this.��

Robby kissed her then, long and slow, his tongue lazily exploring her mouth. Her toes curled inside her sneakers as they kissed and when Robby pulled back, her face followed his, and he smirked smugly. Gently, he smoothed her hair down, cradling her head in his hands, “Do you want to hear about Pitt Fest?”

Gwen nodded, “If you’re ready.”

He bent their foreheads together, “I’m ready.” He said slowly, “But, uh, I know… Normally we go our separate ways on our days off. I was wondering if… If you don’t have anything going on if I could… stay tomorrow?”

Gwen smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, which he obliged, “I would love that.” She said softly into his mouth.

Smiling back at her, Robby led her by the hand inside and into her apartment.

#mine #the pitt fic #dr robby fic #dr robinavitch fic #dr robby #dr robinavitch #michael robinavitch #dr robby x oc #dr robby x reader

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GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fighting, oral (m receiving), self pleasure.

word count: 7.1k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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Fort Wayne, Texas - 2:30PM

Genesis took the day off from work today to prepare for an exciting photoshoot. As she sat in the makeup chair, a stylist expertly curled her hair, and she passed the time by scrolling through her social media feeds.

While she was engaged in that task, a notification popped up on her screen, revealing a text from Jey.

Brothaa💪🏽📍: Gigi come get yo’ man

She chuckled at his message.

Gigi🤍: he’s not my man yet we haven’t made it official

Brothaa💪🏽📍: still come get him he’s back acting out today bc you ain’t here rn fool actin like a feral dog rn

She was aware that this would occur during her absence. She understood just how needy Jimmy could be, and the wild part was—she adored it.

Gigi🤍: tell him I’ll be there to visit him later

Brothaa💪🏽📍: yk he don’t wanna hear none of that Gigi 😭😭 he wants you here now 😭

Gigi🤍: too bad he’s going have to wait tell him I said to be a good boy and he’ll get something in return 🙂‍↕️

Brothaa💪🏽📍: aight then have fun at yo’ little photoshoot then sis

Gigi🤍: byeee

Genesis resumed her endless scroll through social media, her mind drifting back to that incident at his mother's house with him and Zilla, a moment that had left her in silence ever since.

The final words she received from Zilla were that he intended to come for her, holding her responsible for her ex-husband's hospitalization due to Jimmy's gunfire—but could anyone truly fault him? Jimmy had always been fiercely protective of her, so it was only natural for him to act.

As the hairstylist finished curling her hair, Genesis gazed into the mirror, admiring her vibrant, bouncy curls. She expressed her gratitude to the stylist while playfully tousling her hair with her fingers.

“Girl! You look absolutely gorgeous.” Danny said.

“Thank you Danny, are you ready for me?” Genesis asked as Danny nodded his head.

Genesis rose from the makeup chair, trailing behind Danny as they approached the camera. The bright lights and extensive camera gear loomed before her; it was her very first experience in such a setting.

If she were truly honest with herself, she would admit to feeling quite anxious; however, deep down, she was confident that she would excel.

In the center of the scene, she adjusted her outfit, ensuring everything looked perfect as the camera clicked away. She struck a variety of poses, with Danny enthusiastically cheering her on from behind, which greatly eased her frayed nerves.

She flaunted her face and body, revealing everything as they kept capturing her beauty on camera—if Jimmy were present at that moment, he would be utterly speechless, unable to resist the urge to tear her clothes away in an instant.

“You look good Gigi!” Danny shouted behind the camera.

Genesis struck a few more poses before the photo session came to a halt—she strolled over to Danny, who was reviewing the shots, and wow, she looked stunning.

“Damn I look like a snack!” She exclaimed.

“No, honey you really do look so good. How come a man hasn’t snatched you up yet?” Deep down, Genesis realized that Jimmy was the one who had swept her off her feet and was looking after her with great care.

Genesis shrugged her shoulders, “ I don’t know Danny, a man wouldn’t know how to handle me.”

Danny had tapped his fingers while smiling, “clock that tea babes, let’s continue on with the photoshoot.” Genesis gave a slight nod, fully aware that she was being completely dishonest about her previous statement.

She preferred to keep her affairs private, and Jimmy was the only one who understood her completely; he was the perfect man for her.

—

Once she finished snapping photos and slipped into a fresh outfit, she noticed someone entering the building, carrying a bouquet of flowers, approaching her with a warm smile.

A vibrant bunch of crimson roses instantly brightened her face with joy as she eagerly accepted them, expressing her gratitude before they could turn to leave. Her eyes caught sight of a small card nestled among the blooms, prompting her to carefully extract it and read the heartfelt message inside.

‘Hey Baby, I miss you so much right now. I hope everything is okay during your photoshoot. If something happens, let me know, and hurry up so I can see yo’ cute ass.’ Xoxo Jonathan

She laughed softly at the adorable note on the card, inhaling the fragrance of the roses he had gifted her, just as she noticed Danny approaching with a playful grin on his face.

“Alright girl, who's the lucky guy?” He asked, nudging her on the shoulders.

Genesis shot him an exasperated glance as she focused intensely on her chess game. "There's someone important who wants me to visit him after my photoshoot because he misses me," she replied, setting the bouquet of roses down on the table.

“Ohhh, is y'all dating or made it official yet?” Genesis preferred to keep their relationship under wraps, adding an element of intrigue for those online and in their lives, allowing others to speculate freely.

“All imma say is our relationship is private Danny, that’s all you need to know honey.” They exchanged amused glances and laughter as they strolled toward the center, with Danny positioning himself behind the cameras.

Just as they were about to begin the photoshoot, a ruckus from outside piqued their curiosity—she recognized a voice that sent chills down her spine, compelling her to move closer to uncover the identity of the person behind it.

At that moment, she froze, her eyes widening at the sight of Zilla's battered face as he struggled against the security guards, desperate to reach her.

“Gigi! Baby! Tell these fools to let me in!” Zilla shouted.

Danny came up to her before speaking, “is that the guy who sent you the flowers?”

Genesis shook her head, explaining that the flowers were sent by one of his older cousins. She added that Zilla was someone who had unrealistic expectations. Just then, she noticed a security guard approaching her.

“Ma’am do you know this man?” One of the security guards asked.

Genesis glanced at Zilla, then turned to the security guard, shaking her head before speaking. "I have no idea who that man is, please escort him out." The guard acknowledged her request and led the man away from her and Danny.

Her heart raced wildly, a heavy lump lodged in her throat as she struggled to swallow, confronted by him after narrowly escaping a brutal attack from his cousin—she pressed her hand against her chest, taking deep breaths to steady herself.

“Genesis! You hear me calling you!” She paid no attention to him as she made her way back to the cameras positioned in the center.

She refused to allow him to sabotage her current happiness just because he desired something from her—especially since Jimmy had already shattered her five-year vow of celibacy. What more could Zilla possibly expect from her now?

“You good to continue Gigi?”

“Yeah, let’s continue with this Danny.”

After finishing her evening photoshoot, Genesis decided it was time to catch the twins' match. As she headed to her car, a voice called out her name, startling her. To her surprise, it was Zilla, the very person she had been trying to dodge. With a heavy sigh, she rolled her eyes at this unforeseen meeting.

He extended his arms to pull her close, but she softly resisted, her face etched with seriousness. She just lacked the strength to deal with his antics, particularly as she was feeling under the weather at that moment.

“Nigga don’t fucking touch me.” Genesis spat while folding her arms.

“Damn baby girl, this how you treat me? When all I want is yo’ cute ass?” Zilla said as Genesis scoffed at him.

“Nigga all you want is this coochie which you will never get after what you have done to me.”

Zilla stood with his hands firmly on his hips, exhaling a deep sigh of exasperation. He longed for Genesis to find a way to overcome her past, yet he recognized that forgetting such a traumatic experience, which had etched deep wounds into her soul, was beyond her reach.

“C’mon now Gigi, you know Jimmy ain’t the right one for you shawty.”

Genesis scoffed with a sharp laugh, her head shaking in disbelief. “and you think you the right one? Boy if you don’t get the fuck out my face.” Genesis swung open her car door and slid inside, decisively closing it behind her before igniting the engine.

“Gigi, c’mon shawty I was the first one to get yo’ number he wasn’t even thinking about you.”

“I only gave you my number because you seemed desperate unlike Jimmy who was just himself and didn’t seem desperate like you.” Genesis sped away, leaving Zilla in a state of shock.

She was astonished that this idiot was still on his feet and acting as if nothing had happened after his cousin had pummeled him, all while insisting that Jimmy wasn't the right choice for her—yet deep down, she knew without a doubt that Jimmy was indeed the one for her.

Her affection for him ran far deeper than she ever thought possible, evident in the way he nurtured her well-being and showered her with thoughtful dates and gifts, demonstrating his love and desire to keep her safe.

He fiercely guarded her, particularly from his cousin and her former husband who was allied with Zilla—Jimmy would not hesitate to harm anyone who threatened Genesis.

He did not play about her.

—

As Genesis strolled toward the gorilla position, she arrived just in time to catch the tag team match, spotting Jackie sprinting toward her with a beaming smile.

“Girl! Where have you been? I missed you!” Jackie said while hugging Genesis.

“I told you I had a photoshoot today girl, did I miss anything?” Genesis asked.

"Indeed! What was Trinity doing flirting with Jimmy?" Genesis's face shifted to one of confusion. "What do you mean she was flirting with him?"

Jackie recounted the events that unfolded during her absence at the photoshoot, revealing that Trinity was all over Jimmy—pleading with him to abandon Genesis and choose her instead. She couldn't help but touch his glistening, oiled torso before his match against his twin.

Genesis laughed softly, playfully pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. Was it really possible for her to be free of drama?

“Jimmy did push her away if you wanted to know what he did, he looked so uncomfortable too.” She commented.

“Thanks for telling me this, because imma have to deal with her ass after their match.” Jackie nodded in understanding, sensing that some drama was about to unfold—she and Jackie made their way to the gorilla to catch the match together.

As Genesis shared her photoshoot images with Jackie, her gaze was fixed on the screen, admiring her man who looked incredibly handsome and tempting. However, they were at work, so they had to maintain a professional demeanor.

“Gigi, these are literally beautiful girl, everyone will like your post.” She complimented.

“Yeah, until someone had to come and ruin it. Like can I live my life in peace without drama.”

“Zilla? He came to the photoshoot? Why?”

Genesis shrugged her shoulders, “because this nigga believes that Jimmy isn’t the right one for me and just wanted me to forget about what he had done to me it just pissed me off.”

This was never her desire; the turmoil with Zilla and the complications with Trinity felt overwhelming—especially when she was already burdened with Quincy’s nonsense, and now she had to face even more chaos.

“Does Jimmy know?”

“Nah, he doesn’t but if I tell him. He’s going to be pissed, it's bad enough he wants to kill him and Quincy.”

“I heard he’s in the hospital right now, did he shoot him or something?” Genesis watched intently, her head nodding in approval as she observed Jey land a powerful super kick right to Xavier's face on the screen.

Just as something on the screen captured her attention, she spotted Trinity emerging from the barricade, attempting to divert Jimmy's focus from his match. Jimmy, noticing her, turned around and ran his fingers through his hair, urging her to go away.

Despite his discomfort, she remained unyielding, her hands exploring his body in a way that stirred a complex mix of emotions within Genesis as he gazed down at her.

But was she really going to just sit there and let this girl all over her man? Absolutely not! She sprang up from her seat, striding towards the ringside, ready to confront this woman—oh, and Genesis was more than ready for a showdown today.

The crowd erupted in cheers as Genesis stormed onto the scene, visibly furious, while Trinity stood poised for battle—she had been eagerly anticipating this moment for ages.

“Bitch! What the fuck you got going on!” Genesis shouted.

“I’m just touching on what’s mine that didn’t belong to you in the first place bitch!” Trinity hissed as she charged towards Genesis, and the two clashed in a fierce battle.

Trinity yanked at her hair, unleashing a storm of punches to her face as the crowd roared in excitement. Genesis managed to pin Trinity down, looming over her and pressing her head against the unforgiving floor. With a rapid succession of blows, she hammered Trinity's face, splitting her lip in vengeance for the earlier hits she had endured.

One thing about Genesis she didn’t play when it came to Jimmy.

She rose to her feet, grabbing Trinity by the hair and dragging her around like a ragdoll, delivering punches to her abdomen as she slammed Trinity against the pole, sending her crashing to the ground once more.

Genesis stepped underneath the ring, seized a kendo stick, and advanced toward Trinity, mercilessly striking her repeatedly as Trinity's screams of anguish echoed in the air.

With a sudden crack, the kendo stick splintered, and she seized Trinity by her hair, yanking her upward. In a swift motion, Trinity pulled Genesis down to the ground, and with a fierce stance, she unleashed a devastating kick to Genesis's abdomen, eliciting a wave of pain that contorted her features.

“Stupid bitch! He belongs to me!” Trinity let out an exasperated hiss as she continued to deliver powerful kicks to her own midsection.

At the same time, Jimmy observed the entire scene as Kofi nearly landed a super kick to his face, but he quickly retaliated with a super kick of his own just as Jey tagged him in to confront Xavier.

As Jimmy ascended the turnbuckle, he executed a flawless Samoan drop on Xavier, slamming him onto the mat. Meanwhile, he observed Genesis and Trinity fiercely battling it out. Seizing the moment, Jimmy spotted Xavier rising to his feet and swiftly struck him with the Whisper of the Wind, landing the move with precision.

Ascending the turnbuckle once more, he launched himself at Xavier with his iconic Uso Splash, pinning him to the mat just as the referee counted to three, signaling the victory. They had successfully defended their tag team championship once again, while Jimmy slipped out of the ring to embrace Genesis in a triumphant hold.

With a swift motion, Genesis twisted Trinity's ankle, sending her crashing to the ground with a pained scream. Taking advantage of the situation, Genesis forcefully pinned her down, climbing on top to leave a mark—a bruise and a swollen eye that would serve as a painful reminder of their clash.

“Yo, Yo, CHILL!” Jimmy's powerful voice resonated as he encircled Genesis' waist, effortlessly lifting her away from Trinity while Jey positioned himself between them.

“Get the fuck off of me!” Genesis hollered, still kicking her legs, “get off of me! Lemme’ whoop this bitch ass Jimmy! She had no right!”

With a fierce determination, she broke free from Jimmy's hold, shoving past Jey as she seized Trinity by the hair, forcefully slamming her against the barricade. She relentlessly stomped on her, driving her into the ground repeatedly until Jimmy intervened, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her away.

“Genesis, you proved your point, mama! Look at me!” She halted abruptly, her gaze locked onto his; if looks had the power to slay, he would have perished on the spot, for her eyes were drilling deep into his very essence. “She had no fucking right to be touching you like that.”

Trinity rose from the dirt, disheveled and battered, with a split lip and a blackened eye, muttering curses under her breath and shooting daggers at her opponents, fully aware that a second round was out of the question with Jimmy and Jey watching closely.

As the referees and officials approached the ringside, Jey swiftly intervened, gesturing for them to back off. “we cool over here.” He said smoothly. “We good uce.”

Jimmy guided Genesis into the locker room he shared with Jey, wrapping his arm around her waist, fully aware that she might bolt to complete her task.

He swung the door open, allowing her to step in ahead of him. As he followed, he closed the door and tossed his shirt onto the couch, noticing her casually leaning against the table with her arms crossed.

As Jimmy approached her, he could feel the lingering tension in the air. He gently rested his hands on her hips, and as she gazed into his warm chocolate brown eyes, he leaned in to plant a tender kiss on her neck, causing her to melt into his embrace.

She attempted to maintain her anger and frustration, but his tender, wet kisses trailing from her neck to her jawline melted her resolve, causing her body to surrender to his unexpected affection.

In that moment, she released her embrace, feeling him hoist her by the thighs and carry her to the sofa, where she settled onto his lap, her arms encircling his neck.

He planted soft kisses on her lips, then gently gripped her throat to intensify the kiss. Their tongues entwined passionately as he playfully smacked her left cheek, eliciting a soft whimper from her between their shared breaths.

She despised how he always found a way to soothe her whenever she felt upset or furious, particularly over trivial matters like this, and to make matters worse, he had the audacity to miss her after being absent all day.

“I missed so much mama.” Jimmy murmured between her lips.

“I missed you too.” Genesis murmured back while her fingers were tangled up in his curls.

They pulled away from each other while Jimmy gave her a few more kisses on the lips before glancing up at her smiling. “God, I hate how you can make me calm down because I wanted to beat the fuck out of her.”

He chuckled at her bratty attitude, “I don’t need my baby getting fired at her job over her aight? She ain’t even worth your time mama.” He wasn't mistaken, but she simply couldn't afford to engage with Trinity's nonsense after everything she had already endured today.

However, she was uncertain about revealing to him that Zilla had interrupted her during the shoot today, a fact that Jimmy seemed to already pick up on due to her silence. “What’chu gotta tell me mamas?”

“Damn, how you know I had something to tell you? Can you read my mind or something?”

“Gigi, I’ve known you since you joined this company. I know when something is wrong so what’s up.” She sighed deeply while folding her arms. “Zilla pulled up today at my shoot.”

In an instant, she noticed his smile fade, replaced by a scowl, and she realized that her words had struck a nerve, leaving him visibly upset.

“What? Did he do anything to you?”

“No, security had dragged him out, but after my shoot he did catch up to me while I was heading towards my car.”

“What he say?”

She sighed, “he said that you weren't the one for me and that I should just forget about what happened between me and him.” Jimmy let out a grim chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, fully aware that his cousin wouldn't grasp the lesson until he was six feet under, resting in a coffin.

“He must’ve forgotten what happened to his ass over at my mamas crib—that fool.” Jimmy said.

“You know he’s not going to stop until I’m with him.” Genesis commented.

“I know, but that won’t happen when I’m around you. He needs to keep it pushing or imma kill him baby you know this.” Genesis was well aware of Jimmy's wild side—she had witnessed him battered and bloodied from his brawls with Zilla, all because of her.

Jimmy hand wrapped around her throat as he pulled her face closer to his, “you know I’m crazy right? I’m crazy about you Gigi.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly, sending chills racing down her spine.

“I know baby, I know that you’re crazy about me.” Jimmy had kissed her lips. “You’re something dangerous mamas.”

“Fool don’t even know how to handle you, or pleasure you like I do baby—he don’t.” He pressed his lips against her neck, gently sucking as Genesis tilted her head to the side, granting him greater access to her warmth.

“J-Jimmy.” She moaned softly.

“C’mere baby.” He turned them over while she reclined on her side on the couch, his knee resting on it as he pulled her skirt off and shifted her panties aside. “Been missing yo’ cute ass all day mama.”

He loosened his belt and slid down his jeans and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch erection, glistening with pre-cum at the tip. With his hands firmly grasping Genesis's hips, he thrust himself into her, eliciting a shared moan from both of them.

“O-oh, fuck. Jimmy.”

“Mhm, lemme fuck this pretty pussy out princess.”

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Genesis and Jimmy enjoyed a leisurely stroll outside Fort Wayne, hand in hand, engaging in conversation. During their walk, they discovered a bench where they paused to take in the beautiful cityscape.

Genesis rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes flicking through her social media feed, watching the likes pour in on her latest post. She felt his hand gently resting on her thigh, drawing her gaze upward to meet his eyes, a smile lighting up her face.

She gazed into his deep chocolate brown eyes, attempting to decipher his expression, but for some inexplicable reason, she found herself unable to do so, which sent a shiver of fear through her. It was as if he had unspoken words lingering on his lips, or thoughts swirling in his mind, waiting to be revealed.

As she averted her eyes from his intense stare, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, prompting a soft chuckle from him.

Jimmy begins to say, “what I can’t look at you?”

“No, you can look at me but don’t be staring for too long it makes me nervous.” Genesis said.

“I make you nervous baby?” He asked.

“Yes, all the time whenever I’m near you.” She said.

Jimmy acknowledged the power he held over her emotions, a power his cousin lacked, as the latter sought only to satisfy his own desires.

“The view is nice and the breeze feels great out here.”

Yeah, ion wanna leave here honestly. They have some good food down here.”

“Fat ass.” Genesis playfully elbowed him as he locked her in a headlock, teasingly ruffling her hair with his knuckles while she protested with a whine. “Oh my fucking god you asshole.”

With a burst of determination, she wriggled free from the headlock, eager to turn the tables and ensnare him in one of her own for some sweet revenge. However, her plan quickly unraveled as he effortlessly tossed her over his shoulders, spinning her around in a playful whirl while she called out his name in a mix of surprise and delight.

She flailed her legs like a playful child, striking his shoulders and pleading for him to cease, as dizziness began to overwhelm her.

“Okay, okay, Jimmy! Okay!” She hollered.

He halted the twirling, gently setting her back on her feet while keeping a firm grip on her waist to steady her—her vision was blurred, prompting her to shut her eyes momentarily to gather her senses before reopening them to meet his gaze.

Jimmy gazed at her stunning figure from top to bottom, his lips moist and shimmering under the soft glow of the streetlight. “You’re so pretty mamas, so fucking pretty.” He complimented.

“You’re handsome too, fine at that like phew lord.” He chuckled at her softly while keeping his hands on her hips. “I do have a surprise for you though.”

“You know I’m actually scared of your surprises, but now I’m curious.” Jimmy reached into his jeans pocket and retrieved a tiny pink velvet box. Its size led Genesis to believe it contained a necklace or some trinket, but as he opened it and knelt before her, her heart raced with anticipation.

Inside the box, she discovered a stunning double band ring. Uncertain of his intentions for the evening, she sensed that this was no ordinary surprise; it was something truly unique and extraordinary.

“You know I love you right?” Jimmy said.

She nodded her head.

“But this type of love between us has been so good and I started to realize how deeply in love I am with you Gigi.” Her heart froze at those familiar words—the very ones Quincy had spoken during his proposal. But in that moment, she understood that Jimmy was not Quincy; he was an entirely different man altogether.

“I think about you all day and every single night when you are not near me mamas—you're like a drug that I needed and I cannot let that go.” He gently grasped her hand, removing the promise ring he had gifted her for her birthday, and replaced it with the elegant double band rings nestled inside the box.

The double band ring on her finger sparkled in the light, a beautiful distraction as she struggled to contain her emotions.

“I want you to be mine, mine forever baby. Lemme heal yo’ scars if you let me Gigi.” All she ever desired was for someone to sweep her off her feet and mend the scars she had been struggling to heal alone for so long, and Jimmy was the perfect person to do just that.

In mere moments, she sensed her feelings fading, her eyes glazing over as she nodded. Jimmy rose from his knees and enveloped her in a tight embrace, while she wept into his chest, soaking his shirt with her tears.

Jimmy gently caressed her hair, planting a soft kiss on her head as he reassured her of his unwavering support, vowing to protect her from anyone who might try to interfere—he was the one who would mend her wounds and alleviate the burdens she carried.

He wished for her to be more forthcoming, to seek him out whenever she felt the need for support, rather than retreating to solitude to weep when he was right there to comfort her.

“I’m right here Gigi, you mine until I marry you.” Jimmy cooed at her.

With her clumped lashes glistening and her eyes swollen from tears, she gazed up at him, prompting him to gently brush the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

He planted a lingering, gentle kiss on her lips, and as she noticed the sheen of her lip gloss now adorning his, a soft chuckle escaped her lips.

“What?”

“Nothing, you just got my lip gloss on your lips honey.”

Jimmy pressed his lips together before leaning in for another kiss, craving more. Genesis responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as it turned slow and passionate, his tongue gently exploring her mouth in a swirling dance.

Her fingers wove through his tousled curls as his hands glided down to cradle her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze—she could sense the warmth of his saliva mingling with hers, creating a slick sensation in their mouths.

She sensed his rigid arousal pressing against her through the fabric of his jeans, fully aware of the impact she had on him.

“You drive me crazy mamas.” He murmured between her lips.

“You do too Jimmy.” She murmured back.

She drew back from him, showering his neck with soft, lingering kisses, prompting him to clutch her curves more firmly as she lifted his shirt, trailing her warm, wet kisses down his torso until she knelt before him, teasingly tugging at his waistband.

“Damn, out here baby? You’re so nasty.”

As she loosened his belt, she slid down his jeans and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch member that playfully smacked against her face. With a teasing flick of her tongue, she wrapped it around his shaft, playfully tapping it against her taste buds.

Just before she could savor the moment, she started to apply the tip, which was dripping with pre-cum, onto her lips, smearing it like a glossy lip balm, while Jimmy gently held her chin, looking down into her wide, innocent eyes.

“You gon’ eat this dick up baby?”

She kissed the tip of his cock, “yes daddy, imma eat up so good.”

Again this is the type of shit that he loved her freaky side it just did something to him bringing that out of her, “c’mon then, suck this dick up baby. This yo’ dick mama.” She began to stroke him in a steady rhythm before enveloping him with her mouth, causing him to arch his back in pure bliss as she kept her eyes locked on him.

Genesis moved her head in a rhythmic motion, her fingers gliding up and down his shaft while her tongue teasingly traced the tip, relishing the delightful sounds of his moans as she reveled in her power.

With one hand entwined in her hair, he sensed Genesis pulling him further in, battling to keep his hips from instinctively thrusting, completely consumed by the ecstasy of the experience.

He experienced her hand gripping him while her tongue danced along his shaft, tightening his thighs in response to the sensation. She continued her oral delight, briefly gagging, but soon adjusted her throat to accommodate him more fully.

She enveloped him with her mouth, experiencing a slight struggle as waves of intense pleasure surged through her. Her tongue glided over his length, causing him to shudder and quiver with ecstasy.

“Hmm, fuck gigi. sucking this dick so good mamas.” A low, rumbling moan escaped his lips as Genesis's fingers glided under his hoodie, tracing every contour of his chest.

“Keep touching me baby, I’m all yours.”

Genesis felt a pulsating desire coursing through her, her arousal creating a warm pool that soaked her panties. With a deft movement, she shifted her panties aside and began to caress her sensitive folds in gentle, circular motions.

As Jimmy looked down, he saw her indulging in her own pleasure while satisfying him, and the sight ignited a fire within him, prompting him to thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth.

“Keep playing with that pussy mamas, lemme fuck yo’ throat baby.” Jimmy grunted as he thrust deeply into her throat, making her gag once more. “Relax it baby, relax yo’ throat for me mamas.”

She inhaled deeply through her nose, loosening the tension in her throat as he pressed further inside her, eliciting a loud groan from him while Genesis caressed her intimate areas.

As he continued to push deeper into her mouth, Genesis kept her eyes shut, avoiding his gaze. This only made him clutch her hair more firmly. "Look at me, Gigi. I want to see how much you enjoy this, baby," he urged. She finally opened her eyes, innocence shining through as she swirled her tongue around his tip.

“Mhmm, just like that mama. Fuck you look so pretty like this.” Genesis parted her lips more, allowing him to find a better angle within the inviting warmth of her mouth.

He pushed deeper into her mouth, letting drool spill from her lips to the floor as their eyes locked. He could feel her cheeks sink in and her tongue explore him, prompting him to throw his head back in ecstasy.

As he thrust deeper into her throat, almost reaching a limit, Jimmy bit his lip and gazed down at her with intense, desire-filled eyes. He adjusted her head to alter the angle, then drove his hips forward, gliding along the contour of her throat.

Genesis was rhythmically tightening and loosening her grip, her eyes rolling back as she sensed the slickness of her own arousal glistening on her fingers.

She took him in her mouth, feeling a thrilling mix of pleasure and discomfort as she struggled to accommodate him. The sensation intensified as his fullness pressed against her throat, prompting her to relax and let him slide deeper, the weight of him resting against her chin.

In the stillness of the night, with no one to witness, his low moans and vulgar words echoed softly, but neither he nor she seemed to mind the solitude.

“Nasty slut baby, so fucking nasty. This dick was made for you princess. You gon’ get this nut up?” He grunted as Genesis nodded her head obeying him.

Genesis quickened her movements, her fingers dancing within her as the sensation threatened to overwhelm her in mere moments.

Jimmy found a captivating rhythm as he thrust into her throat, chasing his pleasure, and the delightful sound of her gurgling around him brought a satisfied smirk to his lips.

She inhaled deeply through her nose to steady herself as Jimmy took her from behind. She focused on loosening her throat, aware that each involuntary clench only heightened his desire.

She repeatedly plunged her fingers in and out of her slick core, stimulating her g-spot with each motion, all while her thoughts were consumed by him in this moment.

As he forcefully thrust into her throat, Genesis experienced an overwhelming sensation of desire, her core pulsating and yearning for his caress. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, and drool trickled onto her chest as she continued to pleasure herself with her fingers.

It was a captivating scene as she overwhelmed herself right before his eyes. "Hmm, look at you, princess. About to make quite the mess, aren't you?" he teased, feeling his arousal pulse within her mouth.

She teetered on the edge of liberation as he forcefully thrust into her throat, his body tensing and pausing when he felt beads of sweat rolling down his face. Her throat became the perfect vessel for his desires, exclusively his.

“Fuck, lemme paint that fucking pretty ass face mamas.”

With a final thrust, she plunged her fingers deep within herself as he drove into her, forcing his length further down her throat while withdrawing, releasing streams of his essence across her face, mingling with her own pleasure that erupted all over her.

As her essence trickled down her thigh, he adorned her face with his warmth, sending shivers through her body and leaving her legs quaking. He ensured every drop was released before gently assisting Genesis to her feet.

“You nasty as fuck baby look at you.” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Only for you daddy.” Genesis replied.

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In the cozy confines of his hotel room, Jimmy and Genesis lay side by side on the bed, a rare moment of intimacy as Genesis peacefully dozed on his chest, while Jimmy absentmindedly scrolled through TikTok on his phone.

As he was engaged in that task, a text from his twin brother popped up, prompting him to check what had occurred.

Twin⚡️: Yo you up twin?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah I’m up what’s up?

Twin⚡️: did you make her yo girlfriend or what dawg?

Jimmy let out a soft laugh as he looked at Genesis, then shifted his gaze back to his messages.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah fool we official dawg 😭

Twin⚡️: see I should’ve known yall two was going to be together since that night at the club during that truth or dare game but yall was doing shi on the low 😭

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: that’s bc we wanted to keep things low key we still gonna do that ion need folks in our business

Twin⚡️: well except for me and Jade ofc

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: dawg go to bed twin

Twin⚡️: I’m playing twin but nah fr tho she the one?

From the instant Cody made the introduction, Jimmy felt an undeniable connection with her; he was certain Genesis was meant for him, regardless of his cousin Zilla's opinions.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: yeah, she’s the one

Twin⚡️: what about Zilla and Quincy?

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: if they stand in my way or in our way imma have to kill em twin you know this

Twin⚡️: ik ik im just saying I gotchu and Gigi if anything pops off knowing how crazy yo ass is

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: I’m only crazy when it’s about Genesis and I don’t need his ass tryna start some shi up

Twin⚡️: shiii he might after hearing the news tho that’s all I’m saying especially with him having Quincy around

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: mane Idgaf how mad he’s gonna be it was his fault for being desperate for her when she didn’t even find him interesting 😭😭

Twin⚡️: true true but imma head to sleep now twin I’ll see yall in the morning

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight then twin

Jimmy switched off his phone and set it down on the mini dresser beside him, letting it charge as he settled into bed next to Genesis, who was stirring in her sleep.

He drew her nearer, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, then graced her with a warm smile. As his eyes began to flutter, he closed them softly, surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

While Genesis lay asleep in bed, her phone buzzed incessantly beside her, but the sound went unnoticed as they slumbered on, the ringing persisting until it finally ceased.

Unknown Number has sent a voicemail.

‘You fucking bitch! You dating my cousin now? How long did it take him to ask you to be with him huh? Even though yall were doing shit on the low for folks to not even know—imma fucking kill him and then imma do whatever I want to yo’ ass because you belong to me! Me! Damn it! Can’t believe he stole you away from me!’

Unknown Number: YOU BELONG TO ME GENESIS NOT HIM, YOU'RE MINE ALL MINE HOW CAN HE JUST SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET LIKE THAT?

Unknown Number: I BET HE DIDNT EVEN FUCK YOU YET HUH? I BET HE DIDNT BEAT THAT PUSSY UP I JUST KNOW HE DIDNT—CODY SHOULDVE MINDED HIS FUCKING BUSINESS AND LET ME FINISH THE JOB I COULDVE BEEN IN ALLAT BUT NO

Unknown Number: WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU—YOU WONT BE ABLE TO ESCAPE FROM ME NOT EVEN JIMMY CAN SAVE YOU BABYGIRL WATCH ME

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GUARDED.

a/n: they’re officially together 🙂‍↕️ I’m so happy honestly that’s his ride or die right there and Zilla is not to happy about the news but oh well 😭😭

I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

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for the writing event could u please do yushi with scientist 🥹

scientist

a short story with yushi of nct wish

⚛︎ warnings: slight teasing, silly oblivious yushi, other than that pure fluff!!!!!

⚛︎ synop: you thought that by now, your pining would be obvious to your best friend. but apparently, he needs to be a professional to pick up on your signs 🤔

⚛︎ pairing: gn!reader x bestfriend!yushi

⚛︎ w.c: 513

⚛︎ a/n: i rlly hope this is ok…. it maybe ooc so im so so sorry if it is!!!! pls be kind if you have feedback or criticism >< i hope you all enjoy tho :3 i also got a teeny bit carried away with this one…. woopsies…. sometimes i need to stop letting the words carry me instead of my own brain

you were having a movie night with yushi. rewatching a series that brought a lot of comfort and nostalgia to the both of you, harry potter, was always a good way to just unwind after a long stressful week. you had been friends for a while now, at least a few years, so hangouts like this weren’t uncommon. giggles, childishly made pillow forts, popcorn, and fun. well, over all these years, it seems like there has been an advancement in how you felt about yushi.

maybe it was the way he relentlessly teased you, maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he loved. whatever it was, something had made you fall for yushi. and especially over this last year, you’ve been trying your hardest to give him signs, yet, apparently, the lingering touches and suspiciously-sweet compliments didn’t convince him.

“you know, yushi,” you spoke up, your voice muffled by the popcorn in your mouth, tone soft but holding a hint mischief, the sound of the movie still playing in the background. “you act like you’re all high-and-mighty, but you’re pretty oblivious to simple things.” you stated, your voice casual but teasing.

he raised an eyebrow, looking over at you and taking a piece of popcorn out of the bowl in between you two, eating it and swallowing before replying. “what do you mean?”

you let out a soft giggle, tilting your head and humming. “well, for example, yesterday. remember when i told you i got you your favorite perfume because i remembered you liked it?”

“yeah…?” he replied.

“do you remember the time i got you an exo album the day after you told me you liked them...?” you asked, drawing out your voice more in hopes of getting the idea into his head.

he nodded, smiling softly as his eyebrows knot together, confused still but intrigued. “yeah, that was really sweet of you. why does that make me oblivious though?“

you giggled, rolling your eyes and looking back to the tv. “i think it would be pretty obvious by now that i like you, no? i mean… yeah, friends can do that, but i even called you cute before, and you didn’t even think twice about that???”

his eyes widened at your sudden confession. “woah, woah, woah… that was, like, a passing comment. i didn’t think you meant it in… that way, you can’t blame me for that.”

you shrugged, looking back over at him, the look in your eyes growing more tender by the second. “fair. i’m guessing that means you don’t like me back though, with how you didn’t even mention that?” you inquired, not mad or bitter, but you couldn’t deny there was a little sting in your heart.

“hey,” he furrowed his eyebrows, “i never said that! don’t go putting words in my mouth… i actually like you, too.” he said, his voice quieting down a bit.

the sting fluttered into a warmth, a warmer smile falling on your lips. “well, i guess that’s one thing we both agree on then, huh?”

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charcubed · 2 days ago

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I watched Sinners in IMAX a few days ago.

I saw it after a long work day and basically had a religious experience.

My friend and I talked about it in the parking lot for an hour, and then I got home at 11:30pm and fell asleep with my phone in my hand at 1AM while writing down my thoughts about it in a doc (at the request of another friend). I took a half day off of work the next day to sleep in and wrote for 4 more hours, then finished cleaning up the doc a couple days later.

So here's about 4,000 words (?!?!) of my thoughts on this incredible fucking masterpiece of a movie.

Certainly not expecting anyone to read this but I do want to put it here for myself :) Because this is how I have fun for some reason!

Disclaimers:

I’m not Black so I’m obviously discussing topics outside the realm of my experience / culture and could be completely off the mark on anything. Apologies in advance if I am. I also assume I’m not the first to say any of this analysis.

These are my initial thoughts and interpretations before deep-diving or Googling or reading interviews about this movie! (That's my rule.) Just from my brain’s first watch and my limited knowledge of history and sociology.

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-I cannot fucking wait to rewatch this movie with subtitles someday because I know for a FACT I missed some things.

-I liked how Stack drove the red car and Smoke drove the blue truck :) so cute. I was like yaaayyy, hammer home this visual separation so I can get a sense of them as individual people before we keep going, thank you <3 so many good framing and color and lighting choices throughout this movie that foreshadowed things too!

-Lowkey I totally get why people probably want sequels and spinoffs of this universe to learn more lore, but I felt very content with where it left us. The themes/subtext are so strong and so well-executed that the story feels fairly complete in that regard to me because it had things to say and said them well. Not to say the metaphors couldn’t be continued in more storytelling and worldbuilding, obviously, and I’d eat it up if they did decide to do it… But I also think what we got feels fairly satisfying to me.

-However: WHERE IS MY CHOCTAW NATION VAMPIRE HUNTERS SPINOFF. GODDAMN!!! Also love how we get them for literally 3 minutes and they embody every aspect of this movie’s messaging perfectly. Insanely cool shit

Okay anyway

-The opening intro makes such a bold claim about how the music we’re about to hear that’s so incredibly beautiful. It talks of music that transcends time and holds so much power it attracts outside dark forces. And then… when Sammie first plays and opens his mouth to sing… Stack’s reaction is our reaction in the audience, because that claim is immediately upheld as believable. You immediately believe the folklore’s validity because of his skills. Astonishing feat. Holy fucking shit. God I love blues music

-The opening sets up the unsubtle thesis, but then Slim’s story in the car (and its beautiful sound design!!!) after they see the slaves take encouragement / heart through music underscores it all. It felt like a powerful tool to further set up a grounding for the supernatural we were about to see play out, and a reminder of its intended metaphors. Slim’s brother was a blues player who was lynched for the crime of simply existing in his Black joy and trying to get to make a bigger life for himself, and (as Annie later tells Smoke) money was no true power that could save him. In fantasy and reality, when people of color are just living with authentic joy by enjoying their own unique culture and music and lives, it attracts white supremacists who want to gleefully, hatefully leech from or destroy all of it.

-And then Ryan Coogler really was like, “Just in case you missed this movie’s unsubtle messages, we are going to be loud.” The way the vampire fight isn’t the final violence or the point… God. Instead, we end on the justified KKK slaughter. The real klan, the actual reason all of this happened because they set it up, the start of it all and the white supremacy that fuels the darkness. It says, These are the true monsters, and don’t you fucking forget it.

-But, our plot’s main monster is REMMICK. He’s no Southern white man. He’s specifically Irish! I fucking love that they did this. So much nuance here. Remmick has been isolated from his own people, heritage, and language through colonialism and the rise of the Baptist Christian church. Cornbread tells him (and the 2 Klan members…) that there are plenty of other spaces for them and their banjo music, and while of course he’s right – Black people (and POC in general) deserve their own safe spaces of expression, and too often white people are trying to encroach on those – for Remmick, there’s sadness here too. Those other white spaces are not his spaces either. He’s Irish and Celtic; they’re not his culture. He’s adrift and has no place, disconnected from his home, Othered by being an Irishman and a vampire, and the loss of his own culture and family has him desperately seeking attachment to others’ – but in the worst way. His fate is what he now violently forces onto others. While he ostensibly hates the KKK, he aligns with them indiscriminately in search of connection and his own survival, and he essentially helps them achieve their goal of destroying Black people – a mirror to how, in history, Irish people benefitted from white supremacy for their survival at the expense of Black people. (And a mirror, of course, to how white people broadly try to steal from Black culture daily.) Remmick’s message is basically “just assimilate and be free,” simultaneously asking them (especially Sammie) to assimilate into his culture for his sake because it’s what he needs, yet assimilation is clearly its own form of entrapment and death. It’s a tragedy that it was what Remmick was faced with as an Irishman, but it’s a larger inexcusable tragedy that he turned around and decided to perpetuate the same cycle of violence onto others in alliance with white supremacy.

-Of course, we see this most in the contrast between the music ensembles (and holy shit, SHOUT OUT TO THE ASPECT RATIO CHANGES IN THESE!!! Religious experience!!!). Sammie’s “I Lied to You” blues music is transformative and joyful, inspiring multicultural connection and appreciation that honors history and genres. It’s filled with warmth and life, and is perhaps even a hopeful depiction of the true melting pot of America. But Remmick’s “Rocky Road to Dublin” song with the vampires he’s turned has everyone washed out, looking and sounding homogeneous in a sinister way, blending together in the perfect terrifying depiction of what assimilation does. Individuality and different cultures are gone; there is now only this, powered by the violence of whiteness. Remmick’s supposed position being “We believe in equality” is of course a farce, and though he’s not motivated by racism (like the KKK), he has no qualms with aligning with its results. More importantly, his enforced assimilation in the name of supposed equality brings to mind the harmful modern adages of “I don’t see color” and other similar positionings which erase differences in culture rather than honor them. Add to that the moments where Remmick showcases having the memories and skills of people he’s turned, who are now all “connected” to each other but in a way where they’ve lost all individuality. When he speaks Chinese, it’s a moment of horror because it’s a language he didn’t learn for genuine connection but rather stole for cultural appropriation, and then he specifically uses it as a tool of violence (and threats of sexual assault!) against Grace.

-ANNIE. I find it fascinating how she kind of embodies the movie’s critique of the Christian church and evangelism as a tool of white supremacy to placate Black Americans and encourage or enforce assimilation. Annie practices (to my knowledge) hoodoo, occult magic from African culture and a form of spirituality that Christians would obviously deem evil and sinful. But here, her mojo bags and ancestral knowledge are the only things that keep anyone safe. (Notably, Christian crosses did nothing for protection.) She’s another layer to the concepts of being in touch with your culture and ancestors… and she chooses death rather than turning/assimilation or losing her sense of identity. I couldn’t help but think about the history of African slaves jumping overboard from ships because they chose to die on their own terms rather than live in enslavement.

-SLIM. He’s the Black elder who’s seen and experienced and survived horrendous, evil things. Yet despite it all, he’s the comedic relief of the movie. While Slim drinks to repress the trauma (which is objectively not the most healthy decision and it’s constantly pointed out), it doesn’t compromise his connection to his music or to his people. Despite everything, he’s still filled with joy and good humor and wisdom – something that feels very true to life in regards to the fortitude of so many Black elders. And when push comes to shove, he puts his life and body on the line to be ripped to shreds (not assimilated!) by the destructive forces coming for his culture and his people in an attempt to protect them. I fucking loved him.

-MARY. She’d be considered Black by the One-Drop Rule / Jim Crow laws, and she’s grown up in this community, but… she’s not really Black. She feels Othered by that, yes, and it was a natural continuation (to me) to know that was going to result in her becoming a vampire in the plot. Of course there’s a level of sympathy to be given to her and her situation, in the sense that she’s also a victim of segregation, as anyone in an interracial relationship was. She just wanted to live with the man she loves but society wasn’t structured to allow that. But at the end of the day, she still had safety in the ways she was able to move through the world as a white woman — and power. (Stack tells Sammie not to look at her at the train station; if white people claim a Black man looked at a white woman the wrong way, it can turn into a lynching.) It’s notable that Mary is able to go speak to the white people/vampires with less perceived risk to her in ways none of the Black people could… and then she’s also able to be metaphorically turned to their way of seeing things. It’s not an accident that she’s the first turned, then them letting her in and Smoke fucking her is what kickstarts their collective downfall. Mary was a “safe” white person for her Black family all their lives, until abruptly she wasn’t. A too true-to-life tragic possibility.

-PEARLINE. She’s a bold, unapologetic Black woman connected to her culture who chooses her own freedom and authenticity vs Christian traditionalism. A sinner through “infidelity” – a word which can mean being unfaithful to a partner, or unfaithful to religious/Christian belief. And she dies because of it.

-[Side note: super interesting to see the scene of Pearline’s musical beats being timed with the violence of Smoke and the other men killing a guy who was threatening the haven of solidarity and community they’d built. A commentary on being distracted by in-fighting while the real enemy and evil of white supremacy is on the move]

-GRACE. The embodiment of how, when shit is going down, POC solidarity can crumble. At the start, we see her and her family being on “both sides” with the white and Black stores, and able to cross between those 2 stark worlds/realities with ease. “We didn’t sign up for this,” Grace says, when the evil white people come for the Black people; the fun and the culture, but not the fight. Then she makes the selfish and individualized decision to let the evil in at the expense of everyone else. And yet… Her name. Grace. Does the story want us to grant her a little bit of it? I’d argue Smoke gives her grace, because he includes her and her husband in his fond and motivating memories of the earlier parts of the day. Is what Grace does defendable? No, but perhaps it’s meant to be understandable. In the moment, she’s not thinking of saving her own skin or uselessly trying to save her husband; she’s thinking of wanting to protect her daughter and the rest of the town, so instead of choosing passivity, she opts to protect them by addressing and destroying the monsters head-on so they can’t continue their evil mission. But unfortunately, in another example of lack of solidarity, she goes straight to destroy her husband and her fight stops there regardless of everyone else’s fight. Her vindictive revenge turns into mutual destruction because she burns up with him. And she’s perhaps also an example of how when someone is so focused on being combative with a person who broke their tradition they forget to focus on what they still have to protect.

-Speaking of names… lol. CORNBREAD. Obviously there was intentional comedic relief happening in the scene where he’s pissing in the woods and monsters are hidden around him whispering “Is that cornbread?” lmaaaooo but also… Not just silliness! Cornbread is historical food for survival and resilience that has roots in several different cultures. It stems from making something from very little under the forces of oppression and enforced famine, and it’s what the Indigenous people, Black Southern Americans, and the Irish all made. Something that should be or could be a source of connection and a way to let each other in (as he was the doorman!), but instead becomes another tool of violence and of a right vs wrong way to be.

-SMOKE. Violence as protection, and a burden to be shouldered for tenderness and love. He killed his father to protect Stack. He killed Annie because she asked him to. He sent Sammie away to face and kill the KKK men by himself, knowing he might be killing himself in the process. I think of the scene where he’s dying and Annie in the afterlife is watching him while holding their child. As Smoke unloads bullets into the dying klan member, she doesn’t flinch at his violence, and neither do we as the audience. It’s righteous and justified, and in the very next moment, he holds his daughter softly. The violence stands in contrast to his connection to his brother and lover and daughter, but it’s not antithetical to it or a threat to it. Defense of Black culture – and Black masculinity itself – is not inherently violent. Smoke is not his violent father; he broke that cycle too. He is tender and loving, and it’s the reason for his protectiveness and informs his violence that’s directed outward in defense of his family, and especially at the vampires and white supremacists. There’s also something to be said for how Smoke has these violent skills and weapons because he was a soldier in WWI. He served a country that treats him and his people as less than human. And Grace even tells him, “Aren’t you a soldier?” Yes, he was. He shouldn’t have to be at home. And yet, this too is a war, with him and his people being constantly besieged when all they want is peace. Along those lines: At first, Smoke thought that money could be a form of power, to the point of nearly slipping into valuing it more than community when it came down to payment for drinks at the juke joint. But he internalizes and learns especially from Annie that money can’t save you; money didn’t save Slim’s brother who was lynched, and the twins throwing money at a Klan member for the juke joint didn’t stop them from pulling up to their door. Smoke comes to fully learn that All we have is family, community, and our traditions, and we can’t let them take that. Perhaps that’s also part of the reason why he couldn’t kill Stack in the end, instead killing Remmick (as he killed their father) to give Stack his best chance at freedom.

-SMOKE & STACK. The older brother looking at his now-wayward younger brother who suddenly feels like a different person. The twin who looks at his mirrored self and doesn’t recognize who he sees anymore. Who is Stack now? Did Smoke fail him? But there’s something in Stack that is still him, even though he’s forever changed, and ultimately Smoke can’t destroy that. From one sibling to another, it’s the thought of “I can’t abide by or agree with what you’ve become but I can’t destroy you either.” There’s no me without you in the sense that we’re forever tied, but also in the sense that we were instrumental in making each other who we are, for better and worse.

-“ELIJAH MOORE” VS “STACK.” Names are powerful. Smoke’s real name is used in the end as a nod to the connections to his history and roots, and also to his truest self, which he reunites with just as he reunites with Annie, their child, and spirituality in death. Contrast this with Stack, who is going by his nickname in perpetuity – a half name that’s forever cut off from Smoke as the other half, and a disconnect from his old self he’s buried. In the end credit scene, STACK is seen on his ring and visually tied to stacks of money under his hand, aka empty power at high cost. It’s a sad reversal of Stack’s prior thoughts on community and people being more important than profit, when he and Annie were united at the juke joint in pushing back against Smoke’s pursuit of “American dollars.”

-SAMMIE and “This Little Light of Mine.” My goodness. At the start of the movie, Sammie’s preacher father wanted him to sing gospel as a way to lead others in the church, but he never gets to in the context/timeline of the movie. We only hear the choir singing it in the opening instead without Sammie’s involvement. But then, the final credits scene: Sammie has his guitar, which we know doesn’t exist anymore because it’s the guitar he used to fight off demons (literal and metaphorical), and now he’s singing it as a blues song. Did he sing it in church at an earlier point before the events of the movie? Who knows. Doesn’t matter. What matters is this: Sammie’s preacher father tried to give him an ultimatum. Put down the guitar; put down the blues music and the dancing and the sex; put down the sinning. It all attracts darkness, so come back to church and return to the Lord. Be pure. The Christian church, explicitly used as a tool of oppression that benefits white supremacy. But even after the horrors and trauma Sammie experiences – some of which he even draws in through his music (and metaphorically his “sinning”), which is not his fault – Sammie won’t let it go. He can’t. It’s who he is, and it’s his culture and connection to his ancestors, and there’s nothing sinful about any of it. The music, the dancing, the fucking, or anything else. It’s all beautiful, and the embracing of it all then necessitates (because of his father’s ultimatum) a level of rejection of the church in order to continue to live. But despite all of that… The church (and perhaps some redefined aspect of faith) is still a part of him and his culture too. He carries it with him, which is a relatable notion for many people who were raised religious and either chose to walk away or were forced to because of the inherit ultimatums in its restrictions. And so: Sammie had been told to lead and use his music to shine his little light all around the world. It may not be for the church or in the way his father wanted, but by God, he still went out and did just that. In his way, on his terms, without forgetting where he came from.

-Sammie stands in church at the start of the movie. His pastor father has been pushing, Give me the blues guitar. Rejoin our congregation. Sing gospel. Sammie stands in church and it’s intercut with flashbacks of Remmick attacking him. Give me your music. Join our clan. Sing Irish folk songs for me. And yeah, Sammie’s grip on that blues guitar stays real tight.

-[Side note, mostly kidding: all vampire stories could do with a bit of queerness. As merely a fun exercise, if I was choosing to make one aspect of this movie queer in a way that naturally further services the themes… I’d make Pearline a man. Have Sammie be a “sinner” in another dramatic sense by making him queer. What if on the best day of his life in the juke joint, he connects with another man through music and then fucks a man? Much to think about. But there’s a lot going on in this movie already of course, in a specific historical context. And people would’ve gotten too distracted from the various core messages about race and culture (because no one can be normal about seeing queer stuff and understanding intersectionality). But hey, that would’ve hit! And would’ve fit. Just an interesting and extremely unnecessary what if in the privacy of my own mind.]

-STACK (& MARY). Still alive, but dead inside. How good is the life they lead? Stack, when trying to convince Smoke to join the vampire clan, referred to the assimilation they were experiencing as a form of freedom because of the (tangential-to-whiteness) power. But not only is that freedom untrue and filled with conditions, it also comes at a high cost. Eternally separated from their family, divorced from culture, their old selves and lives dead and gone, with no one but Sammie left to remember who they really were. Frozen, adrift, unable to move on or grow. But here’s the thing: was it their fault? Both Mary and Stack’s turnings were nonconsensual. Their disconnection from and erasure of their culture was nonconsensual, and they became Different before they realized what was happening. Remmick is killed and they’re free of his influence and control now, but where does that leave them anyway? They’re still ostracized and left out in the cold, and can’t be let back in unless someone lets them in, which no one is inclined to do – except for Sammie. In Stack and Mary, we see the cost of leaving your cultural roots behind, or (more accurately) having them taken from you violently, forcefully, or through the inescapable encroaching influences of colonialism and white supremacy. As foreshadowed by Sammie’s question to Mary in the juke joint: what are they now? They’re something Other, trying to make their space in the world, and dressed not dissimilarly to the genres of music seen when Sammie’s blues transcended time. So maybe they’re trying to make their own spaces work. But in particular… Stack can’t fit with the white humans, and he can also never go home. Yet he and Mary long for home and for culture, and make an attempt to reconnect with it – which, incredibly, Sammie allows. Sammie is now (visually) the elder who lets the wayward young people back in. He literally embraces Stack – and I think it’s key that he doesn’t embrace Mary. Stack and Mary may be together, but the ways in which they’ve been changed and the disconnect they’re experiencing is undeniably different, because Stack is Black and Mary is not. Its relevance can’t be ignored. This moment and this culture is not hers in the same way. Sammie takes a last parting shot at that point and hammers the themes home by changing the lyrics of his “Travelin’”: I don't know why in the hell I'm here, because the woman I'm lovin', you know she really don’t care. Fully justified? Slightly unfair to her trauma? Maybe mostly the former and a tiny bit of the latter, and heartbreakingly understandable regardless.

#sinners #sinners movie #sinners 2025 #sinners spoilers #we throw around the words poetic cinema a lot but seriously. holy fucking shit. what a triumph #I had my hand on my chest in the theater more than once. I felt that shit IN MY SOUL.#yes I cried.#char writes things

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bweeeb · 4 hours ago

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BOAT PROBLEMS

DBF Joel Miller X Reader

HAWAII SOLUTIONS PART TWO

Summary: After the night before, all you could remember was his hands on you, but apparently Joel was trying really hard not to notice you there, more than you would like.

warnings: hard dick, cock sucking, admit dirty things ,blow job with the door open, maybe some shitty writing. enjoy

Notes: I really don't feel this part two but I did what I could, I hope I didn't disappoint anyone.

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The feeling still burned on my skin

The fleeting memory of his fingers gripping my thighs, my ass, my breasts, everywhere. It still made me want to moan and crave more.

Joel Miller was like a drug—one of those dangerously good men who get you hooked and leave you wrecked when they're not around.I stretched on the bed, breathing in his scent that still lingered on my pillow.

Maybe I had underestimated him, but the man fucked me four times in just a few hours.

Believe me—Joel Miller’s cock takes you to another plane of existence.

"Sweetheart, we're heading down for breakfast."

Two knocks on the door separating my room from Addison and my dad’s. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see either of them right now… or if it was just that growing ache inside me that needed release.

Just when you think things couldn’t get any weirder, it hits you—how weird it feels for everything to seem so... normal.

There he was. Sitting next to my dad, casual as hell, looking at me too casually—if a sideways glance even counts as looking. But what I did notice was him staring at that damn spa lady Addison introduced us to before we headed out to the yacht for the day.What the fuck is this?

“Hey. Sweetheart, why don’t you go ahead with the girls? I need to talk man-to-man with Joel.”

My dad said it, and even as I walked with the two women, my ears were sharp, listening behind me.

“I heard something while we were waiting at the deck yesterday… you and… you know.”

“You know what?”

Dad must’ve gestured or something, because Joel chuckled like the idea was absurd.

“Oh hell no, man. What the fuck?”

“I know, it’s just—she’s my daughter. And you two were… together.”

“She went up to her room. Some local girl showed up, we were talking, and I figured—hey, you only live once, right?”

“Well. Glad you’re having fun, man.”

I don’t know if that’s what I wanted to hear. Joel obviously wasn’t going to admit anything, but still—it wasn’t what I expected. Oh, what was I expecting? Don't even ask. Especially since, as we walked toward the boat, my dad was ahead with Addison, and the bastard stayed back with Miss Sunshine, whose name I didn’t even bother to remember.

If he didn’t care, then I sure as hell cared even less. And yes, I would keep saying that teenage bullshit to myself until I drove him out of my head.

Oh my God. What am I? Fifteen years old, for God's sake.

Hours later, I was sitting at the front edge of the yacht when someone took a seat beside me. Out the corner of my eye, I saw a guy—my age, dark hair, styled like he had money, an open blue shirt, beer in hand, and a smile that could melt panties.

“You’re way too beautiful to be sitting alone.”

“I’m not alone.”

He glanced around. I smiled, turning my back to the sea and facing him.

“Well, I don’t see anyone.”

“Maybe you should be that someone then.”

“Perfect.”

He smiled, hand landing on my waist.

“Where are you from?”

“Texas.”

“You don’t sound Texan.”

“I usually show my Texan side when I’m riding.”

I smirked, and he bit his lip.

“You gonna show me how you ride?”

“Maybe. Where are you from?”

“California.”

“Californians are the best to ride.”

Lies. Joel Miller was the best.

“Ridden many?”

“Californians? Nah.”

“Come on.”

He grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the yacht cabins. But our giggles were cut short by a cough.

“Hey kid, they’re calling for you up top.”

Joel.

“Now.”

His tone was firm. The guy vanished, leaving me irritated, turned on, and did I mention irritated? Yeah. Still fucking irritated.

“Were you gonna fuck him?”

Who cares? I’m in fucking Hawaii.

“Oh my God, you were.”

Joel looked me up and down, shocked.

“Come on, Joel. . You ruin my thing, act like you didn’t do anything, flirt with that hoker the entire day and still think you have the right to say something?”

“You were about to fuck a guy whose name you don’t even know—and she’s the hoker?”

He did not just say that. Okay, it seemed like that, but man, he knew me well enough to know I wouldn't do that.

“So now I’m the hoker?”

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head.

“Maybe I wasn’t even gonna fuck him. Maybe I’d just suck his dick. I don’t know. At least he’d get hard faster than you and I’d never have to see him again unlike you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

He pointed at me.

“I do. You’re the one pretending you didn’t come inside me four times last night and now acting like you’re gonna do the same with that woman.

”I pointed at him, and silence grew thick between us.

“I wasn’t doing that. I’m hiding.”

“Hiding? "

" Pretending "

" You’re pretending that you’re not into me by getting with her? That’s why your dick’s bulging in those shorts? Because you’re hiding your hard-on for her?”

He stepped in, closed the gap, and pushed me into a cabin, growling into my ear while grinding his hard cock against my stomach.

“Hiding that my cock’s fucking hard as hell for you. Because you keep walking around with those damn tits out, that sweet ass covered in nothing but that see-through shit, and all I can think about is your tits bouncing in my face. You are the fucking problem.”

“Not my fault you can’t control yourself and act like you don’t even know me.”

“Then suck my fucking dick right now so I can stop pretending my hard-on’s for her.”

He ordered, and I was on my knees almost immediately. The cabin door was slightly open, and all I could hope was that no one came by and ruined this.

I pulled his shorts down, his cock slapping up against his stomach, making me let out a nasal laugh.

“Shit, you’re really fucking hard.”

One hand on my neck, the other wrapped around his length. I licked him slowly, dragging my tongue around the tip and spitting warm and slow over the swollen head.

“Quick, baby.”

He groaned, pressing my head down, and I braced myself against his thighs.

“Beg for me.”

I looked up through my lashes, dead serious.

“Come on.”

“Beg for me, Joel.”

I let go of his cock and he groaned in frustration.

“Fuck, please, sweetheart. I need you.”

“You need me?”

“Only you. It’s always been just you.”

He panted, and I smiled, stroking him again.

“How much?”

“I’ve jerked off over a hundred times thinking of you.”

The words fell from him like my touch had unlocked a vault.

“Oh yeah? What else?”

I asked, taking him into my mouth and sucking on the pink head.

“Stole one of your panties once. Jerked off with it while listening to one of your voice notes.

I pulled off, hearing a soft ‘pop'

“So filthy. Oh, Mr. Miller.”

I sucked him in again, deeper this time.

“You are… fuck. You’re fucking ruining me, sweetheart.”

“Mmhm.”

I mumbled with him deep in my throat, pulling back slowly.

“What else, Joel?”

I gave kitten licks to his tip. He gripped my hair tighter, making me moan, thighs clenching with how wet I was.

“Remember that night you called me? Drunk? Said you felt lonely and horny? I jerked off with you on the phone. Felt like shit after.”

“Oh, don’t feel bad. I did too.”

“What?”

“I called you because I was horny. Wasn’t drunk at all. Just needed to come with your voice in my ear.”

I smirked as Joel groaned, coming hard and painting my chest with it.

“Fuck. I’m gonna tell your dad. We’re gonna be together, baby. We’re gonna do this right.”

His hands softened, brushing my skin gently—until I looked up.

And saw my dad. Arms crossed. Eyebrow arched. Pissed as fuck.

“You gonna tell me you’re fucking my daughter, you son of a bitch?”

Everything happened fast—Joel was yanked away from me and my dad’s punch landed hard. I froze. Joel didn’t fight back. He just took it.

“Dad!”

I screamed, scrambling from the floor, rushing to them as Addison pulled my dad away.I dropped beside Joel, who looked at me before closing his eyes and leaning his head back.

“You okay?”

I whispered, brushing his bruised face.

“I deserved that,”

he muttered, standing up slowly.

“I’m sorry, okay?”Joel looked at my dad, whose back was turned while he ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re sick.”

My dad hissed, and I narrowed my eyes, pissed now.

Excuse me?

“Dad.”

“No. He watched you grow up. This shouldn’t be happening.”

“Well, it did. And it’s not just his fault.”

“He’s too old for you.”

He shook his head.

“And you’re too old for Addison.”

“So that’s what this is about?”

He yelled, and I threw my hands in the air—

“No, but if we’re playing that card, then maybe think about that for a second”

" Listen, I love her, man, I love her."

Joel stepped in front of me, and I froze, just staring at his back. Does he love her?

" You lied to me. I asked you about this, and you fucking lied to my face."

" You wanted me to admit it? I’m sorry, man."

" You should love her like a niece.My dad yelled, walking closer, pissed off."

" Well, I don’t. I did that once, alright? I didn’t love her when she was a kid, not the same way i love her now. I love the woman she’s become now, and that’s so much more than just sex, because long before this trip, I knew it."

" Damn, you fucked her, man."

My dad yelled, and I just kept staring at the back of his neck like a statue.

When the boat docked at the hotel, the silence stayed until everyone went to their rooms, except for me. I stopped at Joel’s door, and as expected, he opened it.

There I was, cleaning his face with cotton from the mess we made.

" He’s gonna be fine."

I whispered as I wiped his nose.

" At least he didn’t break your nose. I like your nose."

I admitted, and Joel smiled at me.

" I really love you."

He said the same thing from earlier, and I stopped, looking into his eyes.

" I think I love you too. I always wanted you to see me, you know? I thought it was hopeless, but look at us now. "

I said, laughing through my nose as I went back to cleaning his face.

" You’re ready."

I said, getting out of his lap and tossing the cotton in the bathroom.

" You know something you still owe me?"

I said, turning my back to him.

" What?"

" Make me come. I’ve been so horny since the boat ride, and you haven’t done anything."

" Guess I’ll have to take care of that."

The night was gonna be long. How lucky am I

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tips on how to improve my writing and expand my vocab? thank you ahead your writing inspires me a lot youre so talented :3

ahh thank you cutie!! that makes me very very happy to hear <3

first and foremost I’d say that my biggest tip is to just read. read a lot. not just fanfiction, read poetry and plays, and comic books, and manga, and books from 100s of years ago that you barely understand. maybe I’m just too much of a literary nerd, but I truly do believe that there is no better way to learn how to write than to just consume as much material as possible

that’s basically what I do, whenever I read anything my brain is picking apart and filing away things that I really like that the specific author I’m reading for does. I think a lot of authors are just an amalgamation of all of their favourites.

for me, I mentioned not too long ago that I’m a huge fan of richard siken’s poetry, as well as that I was really into shakespeare when I was in highschool. throw in an interest in philosophy, a bajillion mangaka, and more fanfiction than I can count and you’ve got my writing style LMAO

I don’t want to say that writing comes easy to me because that just sounds brash as hell LOL but I will say that it’s gotten less difficult to string words together over the years - saying that though, that’s not to say that I don’t have tools!

Different words for said - this is one of my most frequented pages lmao. I’m a firm believer that the word “said” is a very bland dialogue indicator if used improperly. I think I mentioned this in a post about writing smut, but how a character says something is just as important as what they say.

examples:

“Well, it’s not my fault.” He hissed

“Well, it’s not my fault.” He snorted out.

“Well, it’s not my fault.” He snapped back

“Well, it’s not my fault.” He chuckled.

“Well, it’s not my fault.” He muttered.

Notice how the same line differs so much just because of the dialogue tag used? super fun!

Describing an environment - post that I go back to often when the scene I’ve set feels bland

I think that describing the scene you’ve got in your brain is one of the trickiest parts about writing, so it’s good to have a reference point to go back to to see what you’re missing that’s making your setting seem not as immersive!

Another thing I’d say is to not be afraid to stretch your creative muscles a little! what is storytelling if not a reason to be as extravagant and grandiose as you can with your words? that’s like 95% of the fun!

Play with similes and metaphors!

It’s easy to say that a character is kind, sweet, and innocent.

Or you could say that she was an angel. She was an untainted canvas, looking as if the slightest touch would sully her

He touched her gently.

Or - His fingers grazed her back like a soft breeze, feather light and barely there.

Get dramatic with your descriptions!

This pairs with the one above!

The room was small, and dark.

Or - the room is suffocating, the darkness it shrouded itself in was imposing.

That’s is all I can think of right now sadly, but I’ll also say this - a thesaurus is your friend!!! literally the amount of times I search up the phrase “synonym for ‘ ‘“ while I’m writing is insane. Sometimes every word you can think of just doesn’t fit right, so that’s when it’s time to look for some synonyms

happy writing!! and be patient with yourself!

#I hope this helps a little #I don’t think I’m great at teaching lol #but I try #noctiva teaches

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hyukwwn · 20 hours ago

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hello avi, could I request a scenario of something cute and romantic with joker from windbreaker please? anything you make is fine!

(your writings are top tier)

Can we go home now ? It's getting later baby – ft. Joker / Hajun .

summary who said he's not a loverboy? man is a whole puppy with you.

a/n thank you for the compliment >< its short but this was fun to write, i love hajun sm <3. you can tell i'm really so motivated to write stuff atm hehehe

warnings none, fluff.

dividers cred @cafekitsune . banner cred @/shakunetsu on X .

joker was one scary guy. i mean look, he's got patches all over his face, bandaged arms and not to mention his cold, quiet exterior.

maybe that's what others thought he was. just because he's an underground club fighter doesn't mean he was a bad person.

technically he is..

but hey, when he's with you, trust me that heart of his blooms into a garden of flowers with bees and birds flying around.

if one could describe a person that looks intimidating but soft at heart it would be joker.

and that intimidating person is standing next to you at the kitchen countertop, right hand holding a knife and another held his apple on the cutting board. you watch as he works his way in the kitchen, even though cutting an apple was just a simple thing to do.

not to mention, since he takes care of his brothers he would most definitely know how to handle things in the kitchen! so you just sit back, wait for him to get your dinner ready. unless you're very stubborn and insisting to help him then he'd gladly have you by his side.

after cutting the apples into beautiful pieces, he moves towards the sink to wash the knife he had used. and you, ate one piece while watching him.

"you know i could really be some help right?" you say in between munches.

joker doesn't really like asking for help. not even when his finger get caught into a boiling water while testing if its hot enough to pour spaghetti noodles in.

"its alright.." his soft voice replies to you, returning back and took one piece of the apple before turning his gaze to you.

you just stared at him. like he was something you would forget tomorrow. that left joker asking; "what's with that grin?"

after swallowing the apple, you reach your hands up to gently press both palms onto his cheeks. his lips puffed out while also munching on the apples.

"y/n–" "babe you're so cute! how can anyone ever get scared of you.."

joker blinks a few times at your statement, his throat bobbing as in finishing that one slice of apple.

"you know you have to be scared too." he says. if he has the courage, he'd really asked why you like him in the first place. but.. even you don't know how you end up with him. yet the love still remains.

as you retrieved your hands, you hold both fists up on your chest level as if mimicking a boxing stance.

"punch me!" ugh, if you were a guy he would not even do that knowing that its you.

"okay." he mindlessly said and is about to land a hand on you..

you flinched immediately, but the fear was replaced with confusion when you felt his fists being squished against your cheeks, gently moving into circles instead of actually boxing you.

his face says it all that he's amused just by looking at you acting so cute! his lips puckered out as if whistling and he seems to be enjoying the feeling of your soft cheeks against his knuckles.

"hajun..! i told you to punch me!" your arms dropped on your sides, pouting like a little kid.

are you crazy to think he'd do that to you? the girl he loves with all his soul? the girl that provides extra money for him to spend on his brothers? nahh jit you trippin.

"if i ever do that, i'll just land one on myself." he says, leaning lower and closer as he watch your cheeks going round in circles by his knuckles.

"you know you wouldn't get hurt by your own hands." "i know."

that made you smiled, giggling then pulling him into a tight hug as you kept his head stuffed on the softness of your shoulder.

"ah! i'm so full of love for you!" you happily said, your legs isn't even touching the ground anymore now that joker had stood straight, holding your waist securely returning your hug.

he was the warmth of your soul, comforting and gentle. words can't express how grateful you feel to have met him.

"i love you too."

do not repost , thank you for reading !

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mountainrusing · 2 days ago

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July 2018

Dear Mary Macdonald, Hi. It’s Harry Potter, I’m Lily’s son. As you already know, yeah. I’m sorry that there haven’t been replies to your letters until now, I think my mum would’ve liked to write you back. Well, I hope you get this. Your last letter was nearly a month ago, so I think you will. It’s nice that you loved my mum so much to keep writing to her all this time. It’s nice. I’m really sorry, I don’t really know you. I don’t know how to say this. I’ve read all your letters since 1979. My mum kept those. And then since 1981, my Aunt Petunia kept those too. She died recently, that’s how I only saw them now. I believe when you addressed them to my mum, they went to her next of kin, her sister. I can’t believe my aunt kept them, but she did. My cousin was clearing out her possessions from the attic, and he found a couple of belongings that were my mum’s, hidden amongst hers. All your letters. I’d like to think the reason my aunt kept them was because she wanted her sister to be loved. Still, I don’t know why she kept them. Maybe to make fun of my mum being bisexual? Was she bisexual? I think she kept them because she wanted me to have my mum’s stuff, maybe. She’d have thought I’m my mum’s actual next of kin, probably. Or only kin, actually. Maybe she felt bad for you? You seem to really value Muggle things, and my aunt hated all wixen things, so that could’ve appealed to her. I’m sorry, I’m speculating and rambling. Stalling. I’m really sorry, but the first war didn’t… It ended with my parents’ deaths. It ended thanks to them, and the world was saved. They were heroes. I’m sorry. Please feel free to write back to me, I don’t know how much you want to know. I just felt like you deserved to. I wish you well, Harry

* * *

Mary had guessed she was dead, once or twice. This was being struck by the incessant gong of a grandfather clock. A dull thunk.

“Mary?” Balarabe asked.

“I—” she swallowed. “Um. Lily, the one I painted. She’s dead.”

“Oh,” he breathed. “Oh.” And Mary didn’t know when she’d sunk from her chair to the floor, but Balarabe rose from his and sank down right beside her, an arm around her shoulder, holding her head to his chest. “I’m sorry.”

Silently, Mary shook her head, and now she was dry, sobbing without tears, a cudgel thrown into her heart, twisting and screwing. Bone dry, dry heaving. She could feel her body crumbling like desert dunes, slipping through Balarabe’s hands, a wrench while she wretched, it was prising her guts open but they weren’t spilling out, none of it was visible. She couldn’t see, she couldn’t feel, there was no floor and there was no one, none of the world was real. So scoop her entrails out, but she was already empty. Serve them to the world, but it wasn’t there to be served to.

It spilled from her eyes. As soon as it started, it didn’t stop.

Dead, dead, dead. And she never knew that Mary had been in love with her, that she was the love of Mary’s life, that Remus had lied, he’d lied, lied, he’d said they were alive, and happy, he wasn’t happy, he went and left, miserably, he hadn’t stayed, Mary hadn’t stayed, Lily hadn’t stayed, she’d orphaned her son, Mary knew it, it wasn’t safe, she’d told her, they had kissed on the mouths and they’d been so close that they were inside each other, their words had been each other’s and now Lily wasn’t even on the same planet, the same universe, and how had Remus felt, knowing James was dead, and did he have anyone to hold him, because Mary was being held, there were arms around her. She was a dead weight, dead on her feet, dead and dead and dead.

“Dead,” she mumbled. “Dead.”

And someone squeezed her shoulder, and she felt like squeezed clothes hung out to dry on the washing line. Dry heaving again, it ended thanks to them, what had Lily and James done? She needed to know, needed to talk to Harry, get up and see him, talk to him, trip over her feet, stumbling, they were dead weights and they were jellyfish, they were wobbling and they were concrete-stiff, she was a puppet, a muppet, a doll.

“I loved her. I’ve only ever been in love with her.”

Her. Lily Evans. Where were the rest of them, them and them, Remus Lupin, where was he, Emmeline, Marlene, where?

Dead? Dead? Dead. Lily. Wilted lilies.

“Mary,” someone was rocking her. “Are you here?”

“I—” Mary cleared her throat. Tried to, couldn’t. She spoke over the lump, “I’m— I need—”

“You need to rest,” he hushed her. “You can do everything else later. There’s time, Mary.”

“But I need…” and suddenly she was convulsing, shuddering, “Who…?”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Back…?”

“Oh, wait, sorry, you fell asleep, do you want me to take you to the bed?”

“No, I need to get up—”

“Are you a professional doctor? No. Am I? Also no. But I’m wise, so we’re going with what I say. Plus, I think you’re in shock. That’s a good diagnosis. Stages of grief. Next up, denial.”

Mary almost laughed. He sounded like a game show host. She liked that voice. “If I liked men, I’d kiss you.”

“I would kiss you too, but you’d be cheating on your women then.”

“Wish I had women,” she muttered.

“There, there,” he patted her back. “You have yourself. You’re a very cool woman too.”

“No… I knew cool women. I think they’re all…” Dead.

“There’s plenty cool women. Dead, alive, there’s always been cool ones. You’re cool when you think you’re not cool too. When you cry, and when you can’t cry.”

“I can’t—” she choked.

“I’m cool with that too,” he hummed. “You’re here. You are.”

She didn’t feel like she was anywhere. She didn’t think the stages of grief happened in order. She couldn’t keep track. Her first stage was acceptance. Mixed with shock? She accepted that Lily was dead, but she was still throwing a tantrum over it. Was that anger? Confusion? She couldn’t tell what she was feeling, there was a rug beneath her feet but it had been tugged away, and now there were no floorboards, but where had the rug once balanced then? It had to have balanced somewhere. Why was Mary falling?

For years, “I thought she might have been… Wishful thinking… Realistically, no one survives a war…”

“My grandparents survived, that’s how I exist,” he commented.

“Your—”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“No, you’re fine. She died, but her son still exists. I need to— I need to talk to him, send him a letter…”

“Okay. You can do that.”

“I’m so…”

“You can also stay here for now.”

Here.

— — —

It took her a while to sync her body and her brain. When she did, she remembered what she’d said, and she couldn’t meet Balarabe’s eyes. She sat up in bed, the sheets crumpled like they’d been doused in saltwater, and looked over his shoulder, beyond where he was leaning forwards on a chair, watching her.

“Do you…?”

He hummed in response, his gaze on the side of her face.

“I— I’m sorry, I— I think—”

“It’s okay,” he said simply. “You’re coffee, and you only like coffee.”

Mary sniffled, laughed brokenly, “Balarabe Nguzo… I love you.”

“I love you too. Divorce?” he suggested. “Wait, not to add onto any—”

She choked out a laugh, “No, it’s fine. Divorce is okay for you?”

He shrugged, leaning over to pat her head. “Of course,” he assured softly. “Divorce is okay. For the record, I had the time of my life with you while we lasted. For a lesbian, you’re pretty good at—”

“Shut up,” Mary lunged forward, hugging him tightly. “I’m… If you’re telling the truth, then… I’m glad you don’t feel like you wasted time by being with me. We… It’s okay if we spent our years as best friends? You’re my best friend.”

“And you will always be my best friend,” Balarabe grinned. “Your future girlfriend has nothing on me.”

“I don’t think—”

“Shush, if I say you’ll have a girlfriend, you will.”

“I only loved her,” Mary was mumbling again. “I loved all of them, but I’ve only been in love with her.”

“And love is a beautiful thing, Mary. You’re capable of so much beauty, see, and you don’t even need to do anything. You’ve done it. You’ve done it.”

“I’ve done it,” she nodded, muffled into Balarabe’s shirt because her eyes were still leaking. She’d done it.

— extract from

she’s Black, she’s Broken, she’s Beautiful

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