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serensho · 1 day ago

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in which you and mark have drifted apart...but that doesn't mean he's left your life for good.

warnings: SMUT, coochie eating, angst, surprisingly soft/fluffy, variant!mark, kind of creepy vibes but not too much imo, not canon compliant, fem!reader

wc: 2766

inspired by tyler the creator's she, sycamore tree by kali uchis

a/n: ayy doing something different by having my note at the beginning; thank you sm for the love on my last two posts! i hope you all love this one and reblog, like, reply, request, etc!! this could be imagined with any mark variant imo, but let me know who you think fits this best! also it is pretty light despite its inspo, and i hope you all like it! i had fun writing it and getting out of my comfort zone. enjoy

You and Mark Grayson have lost touch.

It wasn’t surprising at first. Having grown up with him and watching his transformation from ordinary high schooler to superhero from only a few doors down– it seemed only natural that he would act differently, make new friends and find new hobbies.

The two of you drifted apart as he began fighting crime, talking to girls, and the friendship that was once so strong between you fizzled out. There wasn’t any animosity– at least you tried not to harbor any– but it was only natural that a sense of bitterness began to fester as he stopped trying.

He stopped coming over late at night after a fight with a petty villain, stopped walking you home, simply stopped. And you tried to reach out to him, to let him know you would always be there but he found comfort elsewhere. Which was fine. He was following a different path, one that was extraordinary compared to your ordinary experience going to the nearby college sometimes crossing paths with William and Amber.

Last you heard she and Mark had broken up and he was now with Atom Eve. But a lot had been happening to Mark recently with the arrival of different versions of him wreaking havoc on Earth, and his subsequent fight with some sort of super strong hero from a completely different planet. You couldn’t help but worry for him, worry for Debbie and his little brother, Oliver.

You still cared despite the loss of contact and that was what prompted you to try to write a text to him, hoping that his number hadn’t changed. However, it sat in your messages, too scared to send it. You stewed over it, reread it probably a hundred times, before giving up on it. Weeks passed by and you hadn’t read or watched anything in the news about Invincible, deeming that that was probably a good thing.

Which was why when you saw him waiting on the sidewalk in front of your house after dark one night was so weird. At least you were pretty sure it was him. Deciding to investigate further, you padded downstairs from your bedroom to the front door, slipping on a pair of shoes and walking outside, turning on the flashlight of your phone while approaching the pavement. Only to find that Mark– whoever had been waiting outside had left without a trace. You called out into the night, looking around before going inside, but you couldn’t shake the feeling as though something, someone had been watching you. You walked back upstairs and decided to try to relax, pamper yourself for tonight to rid yourself of the sensation.

From far above in the sky, Mark held a hand over his mouth as he chuckled. Your cute chirp and frightened look on your face excited him. Back in his home universe, you hadn’t been so close to him– it was a wonder why this world’s Mark hadn’t taken advantage of your proximity but after days of observation, weeks, Mark realized that you two weren’t together, weren’t even friends. That was something he would be sure to remedy. But he couldn’t rush it no, that would be too suspicious. He tapped his chin in thought as he flew to your bedroom window. Your light was still on, blinds open to let the moonlight in, and he quickly flew to hide behind a nearby tree as you approached the window– only to open it to let the cool night air flow into your room. He could hear your sweet humming and watched as you sat down on your bed to brush your hair. He imagined running his hands through it, brushing it himself, pulling it– but it got so much better when you began undressing right before his very eyes.

You hummed along to a soft tune as you applied velvety lotion along your body, massaging your thighs, hips, before moving up to your chest. You plopped down on your bed again, putting some on your arms before redressing into a silky pajama set and turning your lights off.

Mark was hoping for you to do more. To touch yourself, rub and pinch your nipples, play with your clit until he could hear you mewling and crying out in pleasure– but he supposed he would have to be the one to pull those sweet sounds from you instead.

In the days that followed Mark began to slowly insert himself back into your life. He began leaving signs, walking throughout your house leaving doors and windows open so he could watch you later that day. He followed you around as you drove to work, college, to the grocery store–meanwhile you had been noticing these things, realizing that you hadn’t left your bedroom window open all day…Had you?

Mark continued to stay hidden, biding his time for the perfect moment to approach you but he wanted to learn more about you in this world, and found himself falling for you all over again. As luck would have it, that perfect moment arose the same day this world’s Invincible made headlines after having been in a particularly nasty fight with another villain.

You paced your room, contemplating sending that text to Mark. It certainly couldn’t hurt, could it? It was simple and to the point–Saw what happened, hope you’re doing alright. I’m always here if you need to talk. You took a deep breath as you collapsed onto your bed afterwards, the night hours becoming later as you tried to distract yourself in anticipation of a response. You were reading a book as your phone suddenly buzzed, the screen lighting. Your heart jumped as you scrambled to grab it, the message reading, I’m alright. Just been dealing with a lot, hope you’re okay, too.

Well, at least it was something. A sense of relief washed over you–quickly being followed with panic as a knock came from your window. You got up and opened it, only to see–

“Mark!? Holy shit, how are you–what are you doing here right now?” You gasped as he hovered into your room and landed.

Something was up…you had just seen him fighting for his life on television and now he was wearing a new suit and visiting your bedroom after so many years?

“I had to see you,” he said as he looked you up and down. God, you looked even better up close.

“I thought you were hurt? How did you heal so fast?” you shook your head as you grabbed his arm, assessing him for injuries. None. You turned him around, seeing there wasn’t even a rip in this new suit. But he looked different in it, somehow. More muscular, like he filled it out more but maybe it was just the difference seeing him in person and on a screen. Your hands trailed along his body as you grabbed both of his hands in yours. Realizing what you were doing, checking him out and gawking, you dropped them as you turned around and cleared your throat, embarrassed.

“It’s my powers. I’m good as new, now,” he said as he stretched, missing your soft hands on his body already.

You frowned as you turned back to face him. “Mark, what are you doing in my room? We haven’t spoken in years. I mean, just because I sent you that text doesn’t mean I was expecting you to visit or–or that we can suddenly go back to what we used to be.”

Mark walked toward you as you backed away from him. Seriously, what was up with him?

Noticing your apprehension he began taking off the face piece of his suit, grabbing your hands. “I’ve missed you. And that text…” he trailed off. What the fuck could he say that wouldn’t alert you to the fact that he wasn’t your Mark? “I–I realized that I wanna make up for the time we’ve lost together. It’s you I should’ve been giving my time and attention to, not anything else,” he reasoned, looking into your eyes deeply.

You looked down to your hands, intertwined in his. You shook your head, thoughts running wild. You had harbored a crush on him when you two were friends. But he was with Eve, was he not? This all seemed to be some sort of dream, a fantasy.

You sighed before meeting his longing gaze. “Mark, you have a girlfriend. I’m not some sort of boyfriend-stealer. I don’t know who you think you’re fooling right now, but you need to stop. It isn’t fair.”

His brows raised as he scowled. “I don’t care about her, we’re done. Her, those other girls, they were just distractions, I thought that I wanted them but my judgment was clouded. Now, I see what��s been in front of me this whole time,” he pulled you closer to him, still holding hands. He rubbed comforting circles as you looked at his face, carefully examining his features.

His body was definitely more muscular in person– but his face was the same Mark you had been missing, yearning for. He seemed aged somehow, eyes sad but still holding that same depth you remembered. Which was what prompted you to lean into him, breaking your hands apart to rest one on his chest as you looked up at him.

Everything was falling into place, perfectly.

“Mark, I’ll be honest, I don’t know what to think right now. Maybe this is stupid, but I…I believe you.”

You could feel his heartbeat quicken, from your touch or words you were unsure, as his hand which had been rubbing those comforting circles, stilled, tightening before releasing entirely.

Mark’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back to your eyes. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he murmured, his voice huskier now, lower. There was something dangerous, electric, in the way he spoke, as though he was holding back.

Your chest tightened as you leaned in closer, your lips just inches from his. “I missed you too,” you whispered, barely audible, feeling the weight of everything you hadn’t said in years. It all came crashing down now, in this moment—every longing glance, every unspoken word.

Without thinking, you rose up on your toes, closing the gap between you, your lips brushing his in the lightest of touches. For a second, you hesitated, your heart pounding in your ears as you pulled back just enough to see his face, wondering if you’d gone too far.

But Mark’s reaction was immediate. His hand slid up, cradling the back of your neck, pulling you in for a deeper kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no uncertainty. His lips crashed against yours with a kind of desperation, like he’d been starving for this for as long as you had. The kiss was firm, claiming, his other hand slipping down to rest on your waist, fingers curling possessively around your side.

You gasped against his mouth as his body pressed closer, his heat enveloping you. Every touch, every sensation felt amplified—the brush of his lips, the way his hand tugged lightly at your hair as he kissed you harder. Your fingers dug into his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath, and you could feel the tension in his body, something tight and wanting, waiting to be released.

“Mark…” you breathed, breaking the kiss for a moment as you leaned your forehead against his, your lips swollen and tingling from the intensity of it all. His eyes were clouded with desire as he stared down at you, his thumb brushing gently over your bottom lip.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he muttered, his voice rough with need. “I’m not letting you go this time.”

You shivered at the possessiveness in his tone, your body responding in ways you couldn’t control. His hands slid down your waist, pulling you against him, and you could feel the hardness of his body pressed firmly against yours. The air between you felt thick with desire, each breath you took seemed to pull you closer.

The line between wanting and restraint blurred as his lips found your neck, leaving slow, heated kisses along your skin, each one sending a shock of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips as he nipped lightly at the sensitive skin beneath your ear, his hands roaming lower, fingers brushing the curve of your hips.

Your pulse quickened, your body arching instinctively against him as his hands found the hem of your shirt, teasingly sliding beneath the fabric to touch your bare skin. His touch was warm, firm, but careful, like he was savoring every second of this moment. He helped you out of your top as he took in the sight of your breasts.

You moved to cover yourself before Mark grabbed you bridal style, placing you on your bed as he quickly rid himself of the rest of his suit, completely bare before you.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Lemme show you how much I want you,” he said as he climbed on top of you, pulling you into a long kiss. While your lips were locked, his hands came down to palm your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples. Mark pulled away from you, moving lower, sucking and kissing as he fondled one of your tits, bringing the other between his warm, wet mouth as he began suckling.

You arched your back in pleasure as you brought a hand to pull at his hair as you moaned.

“Oh, Mark–Please!”

He pulled away from you and tilted his head coyly. “Tell me what you want,” he said in a low tone as he moved his mouth to your other breast, giving it the same treatment. “I-I don’t know I want–want more,” you whimpered as the hand that was in his hair came to grab at the pillow under your head.

Mark stopped his efforts on your chest and moved lower, using both hands to spread your legs as he appraised the heat between your thighs. “Poor thing. She’s begging for some attention, you know that?”

Mark’s strong arms kept your legs apart as you squirmed under his touch. He placed light kisses along your inner thighs before he brought his mouth against your clit and sucked. Hard. You cried out in bliss as Mark continued licking, and sucking, swallowing your essence as you writhed under his touch.

Mark's tongue worked expertly, flicking against your sensitive clit with a rhythm that made your body tense and shiver with every stroke. His grip on your thighs tightened, holding you firmly in place as you bucked against him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

Your fingers gripped the sheets, your head falling back as the intense sensation built inside you, a fire spreading through your core. "M-Mark..." you gasped, your voice trembling as his mouth moved faster, the wet sounds of his tongue sending electric jolts through your body. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending you even closer to the edge.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, his hand slid up, teasing your entrance with his fingers before thrusting them inside, curling just right. The sudden fullness made you cry out louder, your hips lifting off the bed as the pleasure crested. His tongue and fingers worked in perfect harmony, pushing you higher, deeper, until the pressure inside you finally broke.

You shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as your body shook uncontrollably. Your cries echoed through the room, your thighs trembling around his head as he continued, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm until you were spent, breathless, and completely undone.

Slowly, he pulled away, kissing your inner thighs tenderly as you tried to catch your breath, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. Mark looked up at you, his lips glistening with your arousal, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he crawled back up to hover over you.

"That," he murmured, brushing a stray hair from your face, "was only the beginning." But the intensity of his gaze softened as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, leaving you breathless all over again.

You registered the sound of your phone buzzing, but with Mark on top of you, loving you, the edges of your mind fuzzy and melting, you willfully ignored it.

For now, you were his, and the world outside didn’t matter anymore. Mark was different–but did it really matter to you all that much if it gave you the chance to be his?

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stargazsblog · 3 days ago

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what happens in vegas | ch.1 vegas?

satoru gojo x fem!reader

౨ৎ after a messy breakup, you go to vegas with your best friend, shoko, to forget about everything. a night of partying and drinking, you wake up in a hotel room with a stranger in your bed and a ring on your finger, with zero idea what happened. that stranger? satoru gojo-some guy you barely know. turns out, you two might've gotten married. now you've got to figure out what to do with this mess.

౨ৎ warning/tags: fluff, romance, jealousy, no smut (im sorry), sexual references, some angst, use of alcohol, inspired by what happens in vegas.

note: i’m loving this already…

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“You know what, Shoko?” you slurred, swirling the liquid in your glass before taking another sip. “He doesn’t even deserve me.”

A few hours ago, you walked in on Sukuna with another girl in your bed. Now, you’re at a bar with your best friend, Shoko, trying to drown the memory.

Shoko sat across from you, arms folded on the sticky bar table. Her eyes narrowed. “Damn right he doesn’t.” She reached for her drink, taking a long swig before slamming the glass down. “You should’ve punch him when you saw him. Or — oh! You know what we should do? We should egg his house.” Her face lit up with the idea, leaning closer. “Or maybe… we can beat the living shit out of him.”

You blinked at her, a little stunned. “Shoko…”

“What?” She shrugged, taking another drink. “He deserves it.”

You laughed dryly, shaking your head. “It’s not worth it.” Your fingers traced the rim of your glass, eyes dropping to the table. “I just… I really thought I was going to marry him, you know?” The words came out softer, almost like a confession.

Shoko’s face softened. She reached over, resting her hand over yours. “I know.”

You sighed, taking another sip, the burn sliding down your throat. “How did I not see it? I walked into my own room and there he was… with her. On my bed.” You squeezed your eyes shut, the image flashing behind your eyelids. “God, I’m so stupid.”

“Hey.” Shoko squeezed your hand. “You’re not stupid. He’s just an asshole.”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning back in your seat. The music pounded through the speakers, but all you could feel was the ache in your chest. “Yeah,” you whispered. “An asshole.”

“You know what? Where can you go to forget all your troubles and make bad decisions?” Shoko asked, swirling her drink.

“Don’t say Vegas.” You rolled your eyes. She’d been begging you to go for the past month, but Sukuna said you couldn’t go. He was strict, always keeping you on a leash, making sure you never had too much fun.

“Vegas,” Shoko repeated, grinning.

You sighed, biting your lip. “I don’t know… what if I just end up thinking about him the whole time?”

“That’s what the drinks are for.” She took a sip and set her glass back down with a soft clink.

Shoko leaned in, eyes softening. “Babe, I know you’re going through a hard time right now. That’s why we’re going to Vegas. It’ll be a distraction. It’ll be fun. Besides, you deserve a break. Three years with Sukuna? that sounds like living hell.”

You hesitated. She wasn’t wrong. You were always asking permission, feeling more like a prisoner than a girlfriend. Maybe this was exactly what you needed.

“Okay,” you mumbled, nodding slowly. “Okay, fine. But I’m not trying to do anything stupid.”

Shoko smirked. “It’s Vegas, babe. We’ll deal with the consequences when we get back.”

You exhaled, feeling the tiniest flicker of relief. Maybe this was a good idea. Maybe, for once, you deserved to let go.

The moment you stepped out of the cab and onto the Strip, your mouth practically fell open. The lights were brighter than you imagined, stretching high into the sky, flashing and glowing in every color. The streets were alive, packed with people laughing, drinking, and stumbling from one casino to the next. Music thumped from somewhere nearby, and the air smelled like heat, excitement, and a little bit of regret.

“Wow…” you whispered, turning in a slow circle to take it all in. “Why haven’t I come here sooner?”

“Gee, I don’t know,” Shoko said dryly, dragging her suitcase behind her. “Maybe because you were too far up Sukuna’s ass to do anything fun.”

You shot her a glare. “Real nice.”

“Just saying.” She shrugged, smirking. “If you hadn’t spent the last three years playing house with Mr. ‘You Can’t Breathe Without Me Watching,’ we could’ve been making bad decisions here ages ago.”

You sighed, but a small smile crept onto your face. She wasn’t wrong. For the first time in a long time, you felt… free.

“Come on,” Shoko said, linking her arm with yours. “Let’s check in, get dressed, and let’s have fun.”

The hotel lobby was super busy. People were everywhere — talking, laughing, and dragging their suitcases across the shiny marble floor. The ceiling was really high, and there were these giant chandeliers that sparkled. You followed Shoko to the check-in desk, trying to take it all in.

Shoko tapped the little bell on the counter, sighing loudly. “Ugh, finally. My feet are killing me.”

While she dealt with the receptionist, you looked around. There was a bar in the corner, and you could hear the sound of slot machines somewhere in the background. Then, you noticed a group of guys standing near the lounge.

They stood out.

One of them had long black hair, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, looking bored. Another guy, taller and super muscular, had a scar on his lip and was sipping a drink while watching people walk by. But the one in the middle… he caught your attention.

He had white hair — like, really white — and the brightest blue eyes you’d ever seen. They almost glowed under the lights. He was tall and lean, dressed pretty casually, but something about him made it hard to look away. He laughed at something one of his friends said.

Then, as if he could feel you staring, he turned his head.

His blue eyes locked onto yours, sharp and curious. For a second, it felt like time slowed down. The noise of the lobby faded, and all you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears. He tilted his head slightly, a small smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks, and quickly looked away. What the heck was that?

“Come on.” Shoko grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward the elevator. “Room first, drinks second.”

You risked one last glance as the elevator doors slid shut. The white-haired guy was still watching you, his smirk growing before he turned back to his friends.

As the elevator went up, you leaned against the wall, heart racing. It was probably nothing. Just some random guy.

But for some reason, you had a weird feeling you’d be seeing him again.

The elevator doors slid open, and you followed Shoko down a long, carpeted hallway. The walls had fancy gold trim, and the lights were soft and warm. When you reached your room, Shoko swiped the key card, pushing the door open dramatically.

“Ta-da!” she announced, stepping inside.

You dragged your suitcase in and looked around. The room was huge — two big beds with fluffy white blankets, a flat-screen TV, and a massive window that showed off the bright lights of the city. You wandered over, pressing your hands against the glass, staring down at the endless crowd of people and glowing signs.

Shoko flopped onto one of the beds, stretching out like a starfish. “Do you have any idea how much money I spent on this?” she asked, grinning over at you.

You turned and gave her a look. “Shoko, how much?”

Shoko had been kind enough to pay for the trip. Of course, you offered to split the cost, but she insisted—something about ‘wanting to be reckless with her money for once.’

She just shrugged casually. “Does it really matter? What matters is that you’re having fun today. We’re in Vegas, and we’re going to make sure you forget all about that idiot Sukuna.” She paused, then her eyes lit up. “And maybe we can find a sexy man for you tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? Vegas men? You do realize those guys don’t want to commit, right?”

Shoko waved her hand dismissively, sitting up on the bed. “Please, babe. It’s Vegas. They’re here for fun, and so are we. Who cares if it’s not forever? You just need someone to take your mind off things.”

You sighed but couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto your face. “I guess you’re right.”

Shoko grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, cracking it open and offering it to you. “Exactly. Now, drink up, get dressed, and let’s hit the club. We’ve got a whole night of bad decisions ahead.”

You opened your suitcase, only to find a bunch of skimpy outfits neatly folded inside. You frowned, realizing with a sinking feeling that none of this was your doing. It was all Shoko’s idea of “fun.”

“What the hell, Shoko?” you muttered under your breath, pulling out a tight red dress with way too many straps.

As Shoko rummaged through her own things, oblivious to your mild panic, you started thinking. You hadn’t been out in so long. You were 23, still so young, but somehow, it felt like you missed out on so much. The last three years had been consumed by your relationship with Sukuna.

You and Shoko used to have so much fun back in high school — sneaking into parties, drinking. But ever since you met Sukuna, everything changed. He hated you going out, hated you having fun without him. He was too controlling, convinced you couldn’t be trusted to do anything on your own. You tried to argue, tried to explain that you were independent, but he always found a way to make you feel guilty.

You looked over at Shoko, who was already slipping into something that probably cost way too much, and realized how lucky you were to have her by your side. She’s the one who is helping you forget about him, even if just for a night. She always had your back, even when Sukuna tried to convince you that no one else could ever understand you like he did.

“Ready to party?” Shoko called over her shoulder, catching your eye as she twirled around.

You smiled, feeling a weight lift off your chest. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

You and Shoko finally arrived at the club, the music growing louder the closer you got to the entrance. The neon lights flashing from the outside made everything feel electric. You couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement as the bouncer waved you both in, barely even checking your IDs.

Once inside, the place was packed with people moving to the beat, colorful lights flashing from every corner of the club. The bass thumped deep in your chest, vibrating through your body. It felt like a whole new world compared to the quiet, controlled life you’d been living with Sukuna.

Shoko immediately pulled you toward the bar, practically dragging you through the crowd of people. The bartender, a guy with slicked-back hair and a black apron, gave you a smile as you both hopped onto the bar stools.

“What are we drinking tonight?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the music.

Shoko smiled and leaned in a little too close to the bar. “Two of whatever’s strongest.”

The bartender nodded and quickly got to work, mixing the drinks with practiced ease. As he slid them over to you, you took a sip of the strong cocktail, the burn warming your throat. You cringed at the taste, but it was a good kind of burn. The alcohol hit you almost immediately.

Shoko was talking to the bartender, but your attention drifted. You glanced around, trying to get used to the neon lights and the crowd, and then you spotted him across the bar.

It was him. The guy from the hotel lobby.

For a second, you totally forgot how to breathe. He was leaning against the wall, somehow looking like a model without even trying. His white button-up was unbuttoned at the top, showing just enough of his chest to make your face heat up. The sleeves were rolled up, showing off his forearms, and he wore this silver chain that somehow made him look even hotter. His dark jeans fit really well, and the way he stood, all relaxed and confident, made it hard not to stare. Then his eyes met yours, and it felt like the whole room faded for a moment. He held your gaze a little too long before looking away, and you had to remind yourself to blink.

You turned your head, feeling a flush creep up your neck.

Shoko, always noticing everything, leaned over to look at where you’d been staring. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.

“Oh, he’s cute,” she said, her voice almost teasing.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip. “Stop,” you said, trying to brush it off.

Shoko wasn’t having it. “What? He is cute. And I don’t know, he looks like he’s into you.”

You glanced over at him again, but this time, your eyes locked. You quickly looked away, your heart racing just a little faster.

Shoko raised an eyebrow, amused. “He’s totally checking you out.”

You shook your head, but the grin on Shoko’s face told you she wasn’t going to let it go.

“Don’t freak out, but I think he’s coming over here,” Shoko said, her eyes glued to the guy across the room.

You whipped your head around to look at her, your eyes wide. “What do you mean he’s coming over here?!”

Shoko leaned forward slightly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I mean he’s literally walking with his two legs over here. Wait, hold up, a girl just stopped him.” She paused, watching the scene unfold across the bar.

You stared at her, confused. “What? What’s happening?”

Shoko squinted, still watching him. “Oh, wait, never mind. He’s coming back, and—oh no, his friends are following him too.”

Your brows furrowed, trying to make sense of the situation. “What are you even talking about?”

Shoko, now looking entirely too pleased with herself, glanced over at you. “Relax. He’s coming over. Just… breathe.”

You shook your head, panic rising. “Shoko, what do I do? Oh my god, I think I’m gonna throw up.” You took another gulp of your drink, chugging it down in a desperate attempt to calm your nerves. You’d never done anything like this before. Your whole life had been spent with Sukuna, and you hadn’t exactly gotten a lot of practice with normal, everyday interactions.

Shoko gave you a playful shove. “You’re gonna be fine. Just be cool. He’s just a guy, right? Don’t overthink it.”

Before you could even reply to Shoko, you heard a deep voice from behind you.

“Hello.”

You froze, your eyes wide as you looked at Shoko, who was staring at you with a teasing grin, then at the guy behind you. You slowly turned around, and there he was — the same man from the hotel lobby. He stood taller than you expected, towering over you as you sat at the bar.

You gulped, trying to compose yourself. He was even more hotter up close. His features were sharp, and those intense blue eyes seemed to lock onto yours, scanning you from head to toe. You felt a flutter in your chest as he smirked, his gaze lingering just a little too long.

“Well, you look even better up close,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. His grin was playful, but there was a sharp edge to it. “I’m starting to think I’m the lucky one tonight.”

Behind him, you noticed his friends were watching, clearly enjoying the scene unfolding before them.

You were completely caught off guard. Was this really happening? This wasn’t how your night was supposed to go. You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out at first.

Shoko, always ready to tease you, couldn’t help but smirk. “Oh, you two already know each other, huh?”

He chuckled, glancing over at Shoko with a sly look. “Not yet, but I’m sure we’ll become great friends.” His eyes flicked back to you. “Right, sweetheart?”

You felt your heart race, but you rolled your eyes to play it cool, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how flustered you were. “Really? Is this how you greet every girl you meet?”

His smirk widened, and he leaned a little closer, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke. “Only the ones I think are worth my time. And right now, you’re definitely making the list.” He gave you a wink, causing a mix of excitement and discomfort to swirl in your stomach.

You sat there, trying to play it cool despite the way his intense gaze made your heart beat faster. Before you could say anything else, he spoke up again.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said, his tone more casual, like it was the easiest thing in the world to offer.

You shook your head lightly, glancing over at Shoko, who raised an eyebrow and shot you a knowing side-eye. “No thank you,” you said, trying to sound firm. “We were actually just leaving.”

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he took a step closer, his body language relaxed, almost too confident. “Really?” he asked, his voice teasing. “Seems like you two just got here.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could get a word out, he interrupted you. “Just one drink. I promise you, it’ll be worth your time.”

Shoko, still sitting beside you, seemed entertained by the back-and-forth. She glanced at you, her expression clearly saying you’re not gonna turn him down, are you?

You bit your lip, feeling torn. You weren’t exactly in the mood to indulge in this whole situation, but something about his persistent grin made you hesitate.

“Fine,” you said, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “One drink. But that’s it.”

He grin stretched wider, clearly pleased by your decision. “That’s all I need,” he said.

The last thing you remembered was you and the white-haired man talking. But somehow, one drink turned into five, stumbling back to his hotel room, tearing each other’s clothes off., and now… now you were sitting up in an unfamiliar hotel room, the sunlight streaming in through the blinds, your naked body wrapped in the blankets.

Your head pounded, your mouth felt like a desert, and there was something strange on your left hand.

Blinking, you stared at the shiny ring on your finger. It was real, wasn’t it?

“Wait…” you muttered, trying to recall anything about the night. “What the hell happened?”

You turned, half expecting to see your friend Shoko beside you, but instead, you saw the tall, white-haired stranger sprawled across the bed.

His piercing blue eyes stared right at you, head propped up on one arm as he gave you a lazy grin.

“Good morning, wifey,” he drawled.

You both stared at each other in silence.

Then you screamed. Loudly.

“Ah, geez, tone it down, will you?” he groaned, covering his ears as you scrambled to grab the sheets, wrapping them tightly around your body. You practically fell out of bed, heart racing a mile a minute.

“What… oh my god.” Your eyes darted around the room in panic, then back to him. Your gaze dropped to his bare chest, the blanket barely covering half his naked body. That’s when you saw his hand — and the ring on his finger.

“Did we…?” you whispered, voice trembling.

“Did we what?” he teased, wiggling his fingers at you. “Get married? Looks like we did, sweetheart.”

You froze, staring at him in disbelief. “No. No, no, no, no. There’s no way.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to piece together the foggy memories of last night. “I mean, I don’t even know your name! What is your name?!”

He smirked. “Wow, I’m hurt. You were screaming it last night.” He sat up, running a hand through his messy white hair. “It’s Satoru Gojo.”

Your head spun. “Oh my god, this isn’t happening.” You buried your face in your hands. “This was supposed to be a fun trip, and now… now I’m married to a complete stranger!”

Satoru chuckled, clearly amused by your meltdown. “Well, technically, I’m not a stranger anymore.” He leaned back against the headboard, watching you with that infuriating grin. “If it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure it was your idea.”

“My idea?!” You glared at him, eyes wide with disbelief. “There is no way I’d agree to something like this!”

“Well,” he shrugged, “you seemed pretty into it last night. Even called me ‘hubby’ a couple of times.”

You groaned, sinking to the floor as the weight of the situation hit you like a train. What had you done? You tugged the sheets tighter around you, gripping the fabric like it was the only thing holding you together.

“No. No way.” You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them, this would all be some ridiculous nightmare.

But when you opened your eyes, Satoru was still there, lounging in bed without a care in the world. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you unravel. You ran a hand down your face, glancing around the room. Clothes were scattered across the floor, empty bottles on the nightstand, and the faint smell of alcohol still lingered in the air. The hotel room was definitely nicer than you expected — sleek furniture, massive bed, and a window view that overlooked the bright Las Vegas strip.

“You okay down there?” he asked, voice dripping with fake concern. “You look a little pale. Maybe you should lie down. Or better yet, we could cuddle. You know… husband and wife bonding time.”

You shot him a glare. “Don’t. Even. Start.”

He raised his hands in surrender, though the smirk never left his face. “Hey, just trying to be supportive.”

You ignored him, your heart racing as you stared at the ring on your finger. You tugged at it, twisting and pulling, but it wouldn’t budge. “Oh, come on!” you hissed, yanking harder.

“You’re gonna rip your finger off.”

“I’d rather lose a finger than stay married to you!” you snapped, still struggling with the ring.

“Ouch,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “You really know how to wound a guy.”

You finally stopped, breathless and frustrated, letting your hands fall into your lap. “This isn’t happening. It can’t be happening.”

Satoru stretched, the sheets slipping lower on his hips, and you quickly averted your gaze. “Well,” he said casually, “unless we both had the exact same hallucination and these rings magically appeared on our fingers… I’d say it definitely happened.”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning again. “I’m gonna be sick.”

“Hey, at least we’ve got a great story,” he said, grinning. “Not everyone can say they got married in Vegas to a total stranger.”

You glared at him. “I don’t want a story. I want a time machine.”

He chuckled, leaning back against the pillows. “Sorry, sweetheart. No time machines here. But hey… at least you married someone hot.”

You ignored him, your brain starting to work through the haze of last night. Then it hit you. “Shoko.”

You scrambled to your feet, sheets still wrapped around you, frantically looking for your clothes. Satoru propped himself up on one elbow, watching you with blatant interest. “In a rush, wifey?” he teased, his eyes lazily trailing down your body. “You’re not trying to sneak out on me, are you?”

You spotted your bra hanging off the lamp and snatched it quickly, cheeks burning. He watched you with a lazy smirk, eyes following your every move. Turning your back to him, you dropped the sheets and hurried to hook it on, feeling the weight of his gaze like a physical touch.

“Wow,” Satoru whistled lowly. “Didn’t know I’d get a private show this morning. If I’d known marriage came with perks like this, I would’ve settled down ages ago.”

“Could you not?” you snapped, fumbling with the clasp. Your hands were shaking, whether from embarrassment or rage, you weren’t sure.

“Hey, don’t blame me,” he said, chuckling softly. “Hard not to look when my wife is putting on a show.”

Your face burned. Yanking on your underwear, you grabbed your dress and tugged it over your head, the fabric sliding down your body as you adjusted it into place. You whirled around, glaring at him. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Not when I’m this entertained.” He flashed you a grin, resting his chin in his hand as his eyes roamed over you once more. “Gotta say, though… you look just as good putting your clothes on as you did taking them off.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?”

“Never.” He smirked. “But if you want to shut me up, you can just kissed me again.”

You groaned, ignoring his teasing as you spotted your phone half-buried under a pile of clothes. Snatching it up, the screen lit with countless missed calls and texts from Shoko. Heart racing, you unlocked it and scrolled through the messages.

Shoko: OMG I JUST WOKE UP WTF HAPPENED LAST NIGHT

Shoko: WHY AM I IN SOME DUDE’S ROOM??

Shoko: tell me you actually didn’t marry that guy…

Shoko: CALL ME RIGHT NOW.

Before you could reply, Satoru who is now fully clothed, peeked over your shoulder, reading the messages. “Aw, looks like your friend had a good time too.” He grinned. “One of my buddies must’ve kept her company.”

You shot him another glare. “Can you be serious for five seconds?”

“Depends. Can you stop looking so cute when you’re angry?”

You let out a frustrated groan, flopping back onto the bed and covering your face with a pillow. This was officially the worst morning of your life.

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uncuredturkeybacon · 1 day ago

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𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which paige takes her pen pal on a date

a date.

that’s all it was. a date.

a first date.

to say paige was nervous was an understatement. she didn’t know what to plan for a date, let alone a first one. when was the last time she went on a date?

it’s been a week since you’ve met and paige is pacing back and forth her shared dorm living room. azzi and kk are sat on the couch, munching on some popcorn like they were watching some kind of television show.

“if you keep pacing i’m pretty sure you’ll burn a hole in the ground.”

paige freezes in her spot, turning to glare at azzi. “i’m not pacing.”

“girl boo! yes you are!” kk grabs paige by her shoulders and forces her to sit down. “we get it, you’re nervous—”

“—i’m not nervous,” paige interrupts.

“bookie be so for real right now,” kk deadpans, not believing paige at all.

“okay! fine, i’m nervous. so fucking nervous cause she’s so pretty and like what if she hates me after this? what if she realized i wasn’t as cool as the letters made me out to be?” paige spiraled and her friends hadn’t seen her like this before.

“okay, let’s just calm down. paige, you’ve been texting and calling nonstop since meeting in person. if she didn’t like you then she wouldn’t be doing that.”

they were right.

she was nervous.

paige bueckers has never been this nervous in her life.

not before a championship game, even before her first game back from her injury.

but now? she’s sat on her bed, phone in one hand, a notebook filled with scribbled-out ideas in the other? she was freaking out.

for some reason, this felt bigger than anything she had ever faced in the court.

she had spent the past half hour staring at a blank text message, trying to come up with something casual, something cool. but every time she types something, she immediately deleted it.

“hey, wanna go out some time?”

(nope, too vague.)

“i was thinking we could go out to dinner this weekend?”

(ugh, too basic.)

“what’s up? wanna go to the gym with me?”

(really? a gym?)

she groaned, flopping onto her back and staring at the ceiling. this shouldn’t be this hard. she had spent months writing you letters, talking about everything from childhood stories to her most embarrassing moments. and yet, not that she had the chance to actually take you on a real date, her brain was short-circuiting.

she eventually goes with her gut, writing a short note and taping it on your door with a single rose. she knocks on the door and runs away, not wanting you to see her yet.

you open the door to find nothing there, but as you were about to close the door, you notice the rose, then the note.

y/n,

i would love to take you out on a date tonight. pick you up at six? dress casual but comfortable.

text me your answer.

-p

paige was pacing in her room, hoping to get a message from you. minutes later, she hears a ding. scrambling for her phone, she sees a message.

it’s a date.

she jumps, pumping her fist in the air.

before she knew it, she was outside of your dorm building, leaning against her car, waiting for you to come out.

you walk out shortly after and paige thought you were the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen.

“hey.”

“hi,” paige replied, opening the passenger side door for you. hopping into the driver’s seat, she drives to your destination, not telling you where no matter how many times you ask.

your eyes light up when you saw her pulling into the parking lot.

“the arcade!”

paige smiled so big, loving how excited you looked. “yup! you ready to get your ass beat?”

“oh we'll see about that!”

the arcade was buzzing with noise—bells ringing, kids shouting, the hum of old-school machines filling the air. paige handed you a game card, fingers brushing against yours for a second longer than necessary. she pretended not to notice the way her heart jump at the contact.

“alright,” she said, cracking her knuckles. “what’s first?”

“you pick,” you challenged.

paige grinned, “say less.”

she led you straight to the basketball shooting game. “figured i’d start with a little warm up.”

you rolled your eyes in feign annoyance, but you were smiling. “of course you picked this one.”

paige swiped the card and grabbed the ball, effortlessly sinking shot after shot. by the time the timer had ran out, she had nearly doubled the previous high score.

she turned to you looking smug. “think you could beat that?”

you crossed your arms, “i know i can.”

paige swiped the card for you, watching you take the ball and to her absolute horror, you started sinking shot after shot like a pro.

“wait-what?” paige watched with wide eyes as the scoreboard ticked up.

the buzzer sounds and you barely just surpassed her score, then turned to her with a smirk. “i thought you were the professional one here?”

paige blinked, “okay, hold up—who are you?”

you laughed, “i may have forgotten to mention i played basketball in high school.”

paige groaned, running a hand down her face. “you sandbagged me.”

“maybe a little,” you admitted, grinning.

paige laughed, shaking her head. “okay, that was actually kind of hot, but i will be getting revenge.”

for the next hour, the two of you went back and forth, competing in everything from skee-ball to air hockey. paige had expected to be the dominant one, but you held your own, matching her win for win. she had never met someone who could actually keep up with her competitive side without being obnoxious about it.

by the time you made your way to the claw machine, paige was down my one game.

“alright, i have one last challenge,” she said. “if i win you a prize, i get bonus points and we call it a tie.”

you raised an eyebrow, “or you could just admit i won.”

“not happening.”

you laughed as paige swiped the card and maneuvered the claw toward a stuffed blue dinosaur in the corner. she focused, tongue poking out slightly as she adjusted the controls.

“serious question,” you said, watching her concentrate. “are you this competitive about everything?”

paige didn’t look away from the claw. “only when it matters.”

she pressed the button. the claw descended… grabbed the dinosaur… and promptly dropped it before it could reach the chute.

paige stared, “are you kidding me?”

you burst out laughing. “so close.”

paige sighed dramatically. “alright, fine. you win. but only because the machine is rigged.”

“sure it is,” you teased.

paige shook her head, smiling as she turned to you. “you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“a little,” you admitted.

she smirked. “guess i’ll just have to redeem myself at ice cream.”

the two of you walked to the ice cream shop down the street, the air crisp but not too cold. paige felt the nerves from earlier completely disappear. the date had gone better than she could’ve hoped, and the best part?

it felt easy.

she stole a glance at you as you debated between flavors, your nose scrunching slightly in thought.

she liked this. she liked you.

once you both had your ice cream, you found a bench outside to sit on.

“so,” paige said between bites. “did i do okay? you know, for a first date?”

you smiled at her. “you did great, p.”

her heart flipped at the nickname, at the warmth in your voice.

“good,” she said, leaning back against the bench, looking up at the sky. “because i’d really like to do it again.”

you nudged her playfully. “only if you’re ready to lose again.”

paige chuckled, shaking her head. “we’ll see about that.”

and as she sat there beside you, eating ice cream under the city lights, she realized something—

this was the best win she’d ever had.

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vibelladonna · 3 days ago

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✑ 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷 𝜗𝜚 𝓉𝓀𝒶𝓉𝒷 𝓂𝑒𝓃

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Some people fall apart quietly. You were one of them. The weight of existence had always been relentless, pressing down on you like an unseen force no one else could feel. A lifetime of existential crises, quiet detachment, and numbness that never truly faded—it all led you here.

To your quiet space, where the world was silent, where you could exist without pretense, without expectation. But solitude was never yours to keep.

Not when they noticed.

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔: 18+ NO KIDS (Adults Only) This content contains mature themes unsuitable for children. Please respect the creator's intentions.

𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉: Anonymous! Some angst pieces feature The Tkatb Men with an MC who has battled deep depression and constant existential crises since childhood. Struggling with emotional detachment, missed classes, and social withdrawal, they turn to self-harm as a temporary escape from the weight of their mind.

soooo, Is it bad to turn to my "middle school” playlist just to feel something? I’ve been staying positive and relaxing on spring break; I need to be in my feelings when writing stuff like this. T-T

[ 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ]

✑ 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝑒

Jericho has a way with words to make you feel better.

You sat in the deepest part of the library, a place so tucked away that even the dust seemed undisturbed. It was quiet—too quiet, maybe—but that was the point. No one came here.

No one except, apparently, Crowe.

"You're only here out of pity."

You didn’t bother looking up when you said it. You didn’t need to. The sound of his footsteps had already told you it was him before he even spoke.

There was a beat of silence. Then a soft exhale as Crowe dropped into the seat across from you, the chair creaking slightly under his weight. You knew that exhale—it was the same one he let out whenever he was frustrated but trying not to show it.

"You’ve been avoiding me." His voice was steady, but there was an edge underneath.

"I’ve been busy."

He let out a short, humorless laugh. "That’s bullshit, and we both know it."

You clenched your jaw. You didn’t need this right now. You didn’t need him looking at you like that—like he saw right through you.

Crowe leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His eyes, usually so unreadable, had that sharp focus he got when he was putting the pieces together.

"You stopped showing up to class. You dropped out of clubs without telling anyone. I damn near had to get our friends to track you down, because no one knew where the hell you were."

You flinched, just barely. So he had noticed. Of course, he had.

“Thier, not my friends—I don’t see why you care so much." You finally looked at him, your expression blank. "You don’t have to play the role of the concerned friend, Crowe. You can go back to your life now. I’ll be fine."

His jaw tightened, and for a second, you thought he was going to snap at you. But instead, he just ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "That’s what pisses me off," he muttered.

"What?"

"You think I’m here out of pity."

You scoffed. "Tell me I’m wrong, then."

Crowe’s fingers tapped against the table—a small habit of his when he was thinking, calculating. Then, without warning, he reached forward and grabbed your wrist. His touch was gentle but firm, his thumb brushing over the edge of your sleeve where the fabric was just slightly worn from being pulled down one too many times.

"I don’t do pity," he said quietly. "I don’t waste my time on people I don’t give a shit about. And I sure as hell wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care."

His grip wasn’t tight.

You could pull away if you wanted to.

But you didn’t.

"You keep pushing people away," he continued, his voice softer now, almost tired. "But I’m not going anywhere, no matter how much you try to make me."

Something in your chest ached at his words, but you shoved it down, deep where it couldn’t touch you. You didn’t want to believe him. Because if you did—if you let yourself think, even for a second, that someone actually cared—what would happen when he eventually got tired of you? When he realized you weren’t worth the effort?

You swallowed, forcing your voice to stay even.

"You’re wasting your time, Crowe."

He studied you for a long moment, then let go of your wrist, leaning back in his chair.

"Maybe," he said simply. "But that’s my choice, isn’t it?"

The worst part? He said it like he meant it.

Crowe didn’t move from his seat, didn’t take his eyes off you. He let his words settle between you, filling the heavy silence. You hated it—hated the way he just sat there, like he wasn’t going to leave no matter how much you wanted him to.

Or maybe, deep down, you hated that part of you didn’t want him to leave at all.

He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face before leaning forward again, arms resting on the table. His voice softened. "You really think that little of yourself, don’t you?"

You opened your mouth to argue—to throw back some cold, dismissive remark that would push him away—but you hesitated. Something about the way he said it, like it wasn’t an accusation but just… sad, made your throat tighten.

Crowe didn’t wait for an answer. He just shook his head, like he was trying to figure out how the hell to get through to you.

"You act like you're nothing, like people only keep you around because they feel sorry for you. But that’s bullshit. You’re the smartest person I know, and not just in that textbook way—you're sharp. You see things other people don’t. And you're not just smart, you’re…" He exhaled, searching for the right words.

"You’re strong. Even when you don’t feel like it."

You scoffed, but it came out weaker than you meant it to. "That’s a nice way of saying I’m stubborn."

Crowe let out a soft laugh. "Yeah, you are. But that’s part of it. You don’t just roll over when things get hard. You keep going, even when you think you don’t have it in you." He leaned back, running a hand through his hair.

"And I hate that you can’t see that. I hate that you think so little of yourself when I—" He stopped himself, sucking in a sharp breath.

You stared at him. "When you what?"

Crowe hesitated. His fingers tapped against the table again, a steady rhythm. Then, finally, he met your eyes. "When I think the world of you."

Your heart stuttered in your chest.

"You matter," he said, and he said it with such certainty it almost hurt. "You’re not some burden. You’re not some pity project. You’re—you’re you. And that’s enough. That’s always been enough."

Your hands curled into fists in your lap. You didn’t know what to do with the warmth creeping into your chest, didn’t know how to process the way he was looking at you—like you were something worth holding onto.

"Crowe—"

"I mean it," he cut in before you could come up with some excuse, some way to dismiss it. "And I’ll keep saying it until you start believing it yourself."

Crowe’s eyes softened as he watched you, but there was something else there too—something unshakable, something that made your chest ache in a way you weren’t ready for.

You looked away, focusing on the grain of the wooden table, on the faint scratches left behind by years of students who had sat here before you.

You weren’t feeling those feelings anymore. Not really. Not the way you used to. It was like a switch had been flipped somewhere along the way, like something inside you had just… shut off.

And that scared you.

Because even the pain, the hurt, the exhaustion—at least it had been something. At least it had been real. But now? Now it was just numb. Like you were watching your own life from behind a glass wall, unable to reach through, unable to touch anything.

Crowe must have noticed something shift in your expression because, before you could pull away, he reached out—slow, deliberate. His fingers brushed against your chin, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"Hey." His voice was quiet, careful. Like he was afraid you might disappear if he said the wrong thing. "Where’d you go just now?"

You swallowed hard, blinking against the sting in your eyes. "Nowhere."

His thumb traced the edge of your jaw, the warmth of his touch grounding in a way you weren’t used to. Crowe never pushed, never forced his way in—but he had a way of making you feel seen, even when you didn’t want to be.

"You’re lying," he murmured, his grip steady but gentle. "And I get it. I do. But whatever it is, you don’t have to go through it alone."

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to let the words sink in, to let yourself reach for the warmth he was offering—but the weight in your chest was too heavy.

"I don’t feel it anymore," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t feel anything."

Crowe’s fingers twitched against your skin, his grip tightening just slightly as if grounding himself in the moment. A flicker of something unguarded passed through his eyes—raw, desperate, something he couldn’t put into words. It was brief, barely there, but you caught it.

And then, before you could pull away before you could disappear into yourself again, he leaned in.

His forehead hovered just over yours, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breath. He wasn’t forcing you, wasn’t taking anything—just waiting, holding steady, like he’d stand there forever if that’s what it took.

"Then let me feel it for you."

His voice was hoarse like the words physically pained him.

"Let me hold it until you can again."

Your breath hitched, something inside you cracking at the weight of those words. You weren’t sure what broke first—your resolve, the numb wall you’d built, or the illusion that you could keep pushing him away forever. But in that moment, something shifted.

His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones, slow, deliberate, like he was memorizing you—like he wanted to make sure you were still here. His hands weren’t trembling, but there was a tension in them, a silent plea he wasn’t voicing.

"You don’t see yourself the way I do." His voice was rough, edged with frustration, and something deeper, something almost unbearable.

He let out a slow breath, his forehead dipping against the side of your head, like the weight of what he said was too much to hold upright. "And that pisses me off."

That alone almost made you laugh. A quiet, breathless sound—more disbelief than humor.

Your throat tightened, and your chest ached. Your eyes burned. But you didn’t cry. Not yet.

Because for the first time in what felt like forever, someone wasn’t just telling you that you weren’t alone.

Crowe just proved it.

✑ 𝓈𝑜𝓁

Sol had never thought it would be this hard to find you.

He’d skipped his own classes to track you down, not bothering to tell anyone where he was going, not caring that the clock was ticking and he was supposed to be somewhere else. But when he’d gone to your usual spots on campus and asked around, there was no sign of you.

His heart had dropped lower with every dead end. When he reached your apartment, his gut twisted—he’d thought, maybe hoped, that you'd be somewhere else, somewhere safe, surrounded by other people. But you weren’t.

Sol knocked, but there was no answer. His breath came out in a frustrated puff. His instincts told him to push through, and he did. He twisted the knob, relieved to find the door unlocked, but he froze when he stepped inside.

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

The only sound was the faint hum of an old air conditioner, the muffled traffic from outside the window. Everything felt still as if the space itself was holding its breath.

He moved cautiously through the small apartment, eyes scanning the room for any sign of you. There were books scattered across the coffee table, dishes piled up in the sink. It looked like you hadn’t been taking care of yourself. Not for a while.

He moved down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest, as his gaze landed on the bathroom door—half-open, as though you hadn’t bothered to close it completely.

He stopped, instinctively bracing himself before stepping into the room.

The scene before him stopped him in his tracks.

You were sitting in the bathtub, your knees drawn up to your chest, your arms locked around them as if you could hold yourself together that way. The water was still—too still. It was clear, untouched, yet it seemed to be drowning you all the same. Your hair clung to your face, soaked, strands matted and heavy. You hadn't moved for so long that the water had become cold against your skin, but you didn't care.

Your face was hidden, your eyes closed, and for a brief moment, Sol couldn’t tell if you were asleep or… if you were gone.

A cold panic surged through him, piercing through his chest like ice. His heart stuttered in his ribcage as his breath hitched. He didn’t care about anything else—he just needed to know you were still there, still breathing.

Sol rushed forward, reaching for your shoulder, shaking you lightly at first. But when you didn’t respond, the fear in him began to twist, hard and tight. He shook you again, harder this time, his fingers gripping you with urgency, his voice raw with anxiety.

"Hey." His voice was a whisper, but it trembled with the weight of his panic. "Hey, you okay?"

You jerked awake with a startled shout, your body stiffening in alarm, and immediately you pushed away from his touch. Your eyes flashed open—wide, but unfocused. The fear in your voice was sharp, raw, and you barely registered that it was him standing over you.

"Stop! Go away!" You snapped, your voice thick with exhaustion and frustration. It was bitter, the kind of bitterness that had been accumulating for days, weeks, months.

The weight of everything you were trying to hide, trying to bury, came spilling out with those words.

Sol froze, his breath catching in his throat. His hands shook as he stood over you, watching your form curl into itself. Your clothes were soaked, clinging to your skin like a second layer, and your hair dripped onto your shoulders, wet strands sticking to your face.

He couldn't bear to see you like this—this distant, this unreachable.

"What’s going on with you?" Sol demanded, his voice firm but laced with the underlying concern he couldn’t hide. His brow furrowed, and there was a weight in his tone like he was pleading without saying it.

But you didn’t answer.

You just turned your face away, pushing your hair back with a dismissive motion, trying to rid yourself of the mess both in your mind and around you.

The silence stretched between you both, and Sol’s patience started to wear thin, a hint of frustration creeping in despite his worry. He rolled his eyes, not at you, but at the situation itself. He couldn’t stand the way you kept pushing him away, pretending that you didn’t need help, pretending that you didn’t need someone to care.

Without waiting for an answer, Sol turned on his heel and went to the linen closet. You barely noticed his movements at first, too lost in your thoughts to even register that he had left.

When he returned moments later, however, he had two freshly folded towels in his hands.

You blinked, your mind foggy as you tried to piece together how he had found them so quickly. You were lost, disconnected from everything but the fog of your head.

You sighed, exasperated, the weight of everything suddenly pulling at your chest again. "Go away." The words were barely more than a whisper, but they felt heavy on your tongue.

Sol didn’t budge. He took a step closer to the tub, his brow set in determination. But before he could say anything, you pushed him away, your hands weak but insistent.

"I don’t want you to touch me."

His expression softened, but the concern was still there, etched into every line of his face. He stood still for a moment, allowing you the space you wanted.

You were pulling further into yourself, retreating, and he hated that. But he wasn’t leaving—not until you saw he wasn’t going anywhere.

Sol stood there, his gaze hardening as he watched you pull away, trying to retreat further into yourself as if you could escape the moment. That familiar edge of anger sparked in him—the kind that always flared up when he felt helpless.

When he could see you falling apart right in front of him, all he could do was stand there and watch you push him away

"Try me," he growled under his breath, his voice low and controlled, but the roughness in it was undeniable. It was like he couldn’t hold back the frustration anymore, the pain of seeing you like this, watching you destroy yourself without any help, without any sign that you even wanted to fight it.

He took a step closer, his heart pounding louder with every second.

The sound of it was deafening in his ears, but it only pushed him forward, closer to you.

You turned your face away, but Sol wasn’t having it. He reached out with firm, purposeful hands and grabbed your wrist, not roughly, but with a hold that wouldn’t allow you to pull away. His fingers brushed over the raised scars on your skin, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

The reality of it hit him harder than he was prepared for, like a slap to the face. He swore under his breath, the anger shifting to something darker, something he couldn’t fully express.

"Why?" he asked, quieter now, almost afraid of the answer but still needing to hear it. His voice wavered with a vulnerability he wasn’t sure he wanted to show, but it slipped out anyway. He couldn’t help it—he needed to understand.

Why did you keep doing this to yourself?

You remained silent, your lips pressed into a thin line, a stubborn refusal to give him any of the answers he was desperate for. His grip on your wrist tightened just slightly, as though he was trying to tether you to him, not letting you slip away.

"You can talk to me," Sol said, his voice softer, more pleading now, despite the cold anger still simmering under the surface. "I don’t care how messy it is. I don’t care how bad it’s been, or how bad you think it’ll sound. Just—don’t do this. Not alone. Not anymore."

His words hung in the air, fragile and thin, like a thread that could snap at any moment. And for a fleeting second, you almost wanted to reach for it.

Almost. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

The thought of letting someone see you like this, letting them truly see the mess inside—you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t let anyone in.

"I don’t need saving, Sol." The words came out cold, clipped like you were trying to freeze everything between you both. But even as you spoke, your voice trembled, betraying you.

Sol didn’t flinch. Didn’t pull away. If anything, his hold on your wrist tightened just a little more, like he was trying to keep you anchored to him, trying to keep you from disappearing into yourself.

"Good," he said softly, his voice steady but filled with an honesty that almost took your breath away. "‘Cause I’m not trying to save you."

He stepped even closer, his breath shallow as he dropped down to sit beside the tub, his body close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, even with the chill in the air.

His face was just inches from yours now, his gaze locked on yours.

"I just don’t want to lose you." His voice cracked on the last word, and for a moment, it almost felt like everything else stopped. His words were simple, but they hit deeper than anything else he could’ve said.

He wasn’t trying to fix you. He wasn’t trying to save you.

He just didn’t want to lose you.

Sol let the silence stretch between you, the weight of his words pressing down like a hand around your throat. His grip on your wrist loosened, but he didn’t let go, his fingers ghosting over the scars with an almost reverent touch. His breathing was slow, controlled—but you could feel the tension radiating off of him.

Then, without warning, he moved. Swift and sure, like he had already decided what to do before you could even react.

He grabbed the towel he had brought earlier, shaking it out before reaching for you again. You stiffened, instinctively trying to shrink back, but Sol didn’t give you the chance.

"Enough." His voice was firm, brooking no argument as he pulled you forward, wrapping the towel around your shoulders. The fabric was thick and warm against your soaked clothes, a sharp contrast to the chill in the room.

You didn’t protest when he dragged you up. Maybe you were too tired. Maybe you didn’t want to fight him on this anymore. The moment your legs wobbled from the sudden movement, his arms wrapped around you, pressing you against his chest.

The warmth of him was suffocating.

"You’re shaking," he muttered, tightening his hold. His fingers dug into the fabric of the towel, pressing into your back as though he could physically hold you together. "Jesus, Pumpkin… what the hell are you doing to yourself?"

You swallowed, your throat dry. You could feel the steady thud of his heart against your ear, and could hear the controlled breaths he was forcing himself to take. But it was the slight tremor in his voice that made you feel like the worst person in the world.

You didn’t deserve this.

You didn’t deserve him.

Your hands twitched at your sides, unsure whether to push him away or hold on. But you didn’t move. You couldn’t. His warmth was a stark contrast to the coldness you had wrapped yourself in for so long, and for once, you let yourself feel it.

"Why are you here, Sol?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, cracking at the edges.

"Why the fuck wouldn’t I be here?" He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and unreadable. "You think I’d just ignore this? Ignore you?"

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. What were you supposed to say? That he should have ignored this? That it was easier that way?

Sol exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before cupping the back of your head, forcing you to look at him. His fingers wove into your damp strands, grounding you with his touch.

"Hey now," he said, voice firm, unwavering. "If you think for a second that I’m gonna sit back and let you drown in this—" his grip on your hair tightened slightly, quiet desperation seeping into his words—"you don’t know me as well as you think you do."

The guilt hit like a punch to the gut.

You tried to look away, but he didn’t let you. His grip was gentle but firm, his thumb brushing against the back of your neck in a way that made you shiver.

"I don’t need saving," you repeated weakly, but it felt like a lie now.

"Yeah?" Sol’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk, wasn’t quite a frown. "Then tell me—if I leave right now, if I walk out that door and don’t come back… are you gonna be okay?"

You opened your mouth to snap yes, to shove him away and tell him to leave you the hell alone. But the words caught in your throat.

Sol’s eyes softened, but there was something sharper lurking beneath. Something calculating. He saw the hesitation, the way your lips parted but no words followed, and he seized the moment.

"That’s what I thought," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your forehead.

You clenched your jaw, hating how easily he could tear through your defenses. Hating how right he was.

He sighed, his grip on your hair finally loosening as he rested his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

"I’m not going anywhere, Pumpkin." His tone was softer now, almost tender—but there was something unshakable beneath it, something that made it clear you didn’t have a choice in the matter.

"So stop trying to make me."

You hated how much you wanted to believe him. How much you wanted to fall into this warmth, this safety he was offering. But deep down, you knew—this wasn’t just concern.

This was possession.

And Sol had no intention of letting you go.

✑ 𝑔𝑒𝑜

Geo wasn’t the type to care about people’s problems.

At least, that’s what he told himself. It was easier that way—easier to stay detached, to keep his own peace intact. But you?

You made it impossible to ignore.

It wasn’t anything obvious. You still showed up, still spoke when necessary, and still wore that same carefully constructed expression that kept everyone from prying too deep. The others didn’t see it—they weren’t looking hard enough.

But Geo? He noticed.

The way your laugh didn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. The way you lingered at the edges of conversations, only half-present. The way your shoulders carried just a little more weight than usual.

It pissed him off. Not at you—but at whatever had put that weight there in the first place. And the fact that no one else had noticed? That made it worse.

So when you weren’t in your usual spots after classes, he felt it. The unease settled into his chest like an itch he couldn’t scratch, and no matter how much he wanted to brush it off, he couldn’t.

Fine. If you weren’t going to say anything, then he’d figure it out himself.

The library? Empty.

Your club meetings? No sign of you.

Geo’s jaw tightened, his annoyance growing the longer it took. But then—then he found you.

The university greenhouse.

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and fresh blooms, the warmth of the sun filtering through the glass ceiling above. And there you were, sitting on a worn stone bench, eyes closed, shoulders relaxed in a way that felt almost unnatural.

For a second, he just watched.

You looked peaceful. Or maybe… maybe you were just pretending to be.

Geo hated that he couldn’t tell.

With a sigh, he shoved his hands into his pockets and stepped forward, his footsteps quiet against the greenhouse floor. He didn’t say anything at first, just standing there like he was waiting for you to notice him. When you didn’t, he clicked his tongue in irritation.

"Didn’t think you were the type to nap in the middle of the day," he muttered, his voice just loud enough to cut through the stillness.

Your eyes flickered open, but you didn’t look surprised. Like you had already known he was there.

"Not napping," you murmured, voice slow, distant. "Just… thinking."

Geo sighed. "Yeah? And how’s that going for you?"

You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head slightly. "Too loud."

Geo frowned at that. The greenhouse was silent—just the faint rustling of leaves and the distant hum of the fans overhead. But he knew that wasn’t what you meant.

He moved closer, his gaze sharp as he took you in. The way your fingers curled slightly against the stone bench. The way your shoulders were tense, even if you were trying to look at ease. The way your eyes had that tired look—the kind that sleep wouldn’t fix.

Yeah. Something was wrong.

And it was worse than he thought.

"...You gonna tell me what’s going on, or do I have to drag it out of you?" His tone was casual, but there was an edge beneath it.

You huffed, shaking your head. "Nothing’s going on."

"Liar."

That made you pause.

Geo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I don’t do the whole ‘prying’ thing. But when someone who’s usually pretty good at keeping their shit together suddenly starts falling apart under the radar? Kinda hard not to notice."

You tensed, and he caught it immediately. He was right.

"...You’re imagining things," you muttered, but it was weak.

Geo just scoffed. "Yeah? Then why are you out here, alone, sitting in a greenhouse like some tragic main character?"

You shot him a glare, but he just raised an eyebrow, unfazed.

"Thought so," he muttered.

Silence stretched between you.

You swallowed hard, your gaze fixated on the greenhouse floor, tracing the cracks between the stone tiles like they held answers you couldn't find anywhere else.

Geo wasn’t the type to comfort. He wasn’t the type to pry, either. If you wanted to talk, you would. If you didn’t, fine—he wasn’t going to beg for your feelings. But he also wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t see what was happening to you.

And for some reason, that made it worse.

"Listen." He exhaled sharply, his voice carrying that familiar edge of impatience, but not with you—never with you. More like he was frustrated at the situation itself, at the fact that he even had to say this.

"I don’t care what it is. I don’t care if it’s stupid, or if you think I won’t get it, or whatever excuse you’re using to keep your mouth shut." He leaned back against the bench, just close enough to remind you he was here, but not close enough to smother you. "Just don’t sit here acting like you’re fine when you’re clearly not."

His voice wasn’t soft. It wasn’t kind. But it was real.

And for some reason, that made it harder to breathe.

Your throat felt tight, something hot building behind your ribs, but you forced it down. You were good at that—at shoving things so deep inside yourself that they didn’t exist anymore. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

Geo let out a slow, heavy sigh, his shoulders rising and falling as if this whole thing physically exhausted him. "I don’t like worrying about people," he muttered. "Kinda hate it, actually."

His words shouldn’t have stung, but they did.

His eyes flickered toward you, sharp but unreadable as if debating whether to say the next part.

"But you?" His voice dipped lower, quieter, but somehow heavier. "Yeah. You make that shit real hard to avoid."

That did something to you.

You weren’t sure what exactly, but it hit deeper than you wanted it to. Deeper than you expected it to.

Your fingers curled slightly in your lap, gripping at the fabric of your clothes like you could anchor yourself there. "I don’t mean to," you murmured.

"I know." Geo leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His expression remained unreadable, but his voice softened—not in the way people spoke to you with forced pity or careful concern, but in a way that felt... real.

"...Doesn’t change the fact that I still do."

And then—plink.

The first raindrop struck the glass above, a soft, barely-there sound. Then another. And another.

Within moments, the greenhouse filled with the rhythm of rainfall, steady yet heavy, each drop echoing against the glass panels. The scent of damp earth rose around you, rich and grounding, as the world outside blurred into a hazy wash of gray.

Geo exhaled sharply, arms crossing over his chest.

Of course, it had to start raining.

The timing felt cruel in a way—like the universe had been watching the whole time and decided this moment needed an extra layer of weight.

Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke. But in the quiet of the downpour, in the stillness of the greenhouse, something in the air had shifted. The truth was, he wasn’t the type to comfort people. Wasn’t the type to sit around and hold hands, whispering empty reassurances.

It wasn’t something he was used to.

It wasn’t something he did.

Silence stretched between you, thick with something unspoken. The only sound was the rain pattering against the greenhouse glass, the steady rhythm filling the space between words you couldn't say.

Your chest ached. Not in a sharp, unbearable way—but in a dull, bone-deep exhaustion that never seemed to fade, no matter how much you tried to ignore it.

"...Classes are draining." Your voice barely rose above a whisper, but somehow, it felt deafening. "I feel like I go through them in a daze. Like I’m there, but I’m not."

Geo didn’t say anything, but you could feel his gaze burning into you. So you kept going because now that you started, it was hard to stop.

"I wake up, I go to class, I do what I have to, and then... I just exist." You let out a hollow laugh, shaking your head. "And it never means anything. I don’t feel anything. I just... am. And I don’t even know if that matters anymore."

Your hands clenched tighter, knuckles turning white. The words felt too big, too raw, too exposed. It was terrifying.

And for the first time, you dared to look at him.

Geo’s jaw was tight, his fingers twitching against his knee like he was holding himself back. His usual sharp, cocky demeanor had faded into something else—something serious. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself.” His voice was quiet, but firm.

You didn’t look at him. “Doing what?”

His jaw clenched. "Acting like you don’t matter."

The silence that followed was thick—almost suffocating. And then, you laughed. Bitter, empty.

“Because I don’t.”

Geo stilled. The way you said it like it was just a fact like it wasn’t something that should sting—it pissed him off. He turned his head, eyes narrowing as he studied you, taking in the way your shoulders curled inward, the way your hands clenched in your lap like you were bracing for something. Like you believed what you just said.

Geo clicked his tongue. "Bullshit."

Your fingers twitched, but you didn’t say anything.

Geo exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. He wasn’t good at this. He didn’t have the right words, the right softness people probably expected in moments like these. But he did know one thing.

His fingers moved before his mind fully caught up, wrapping around your wrist with a gentleness that contradicted the sharp edge in his expression. His thumb traced over the fresh marks you had tried so hard to keep hidden, his touch warm against the raised skin.

Geo didn’t say anything at first, just staring—his face unreadable, but his grip steady. Then, his jaw tensed, his voice coming out quieter than before, rough with frustration.

"You matter to me."

Your breath hitched. Something in your chest tightened, an ache you couldn’t quite place.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you turned your face away, shaking your head. "You’re wasting your time."

Geo scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Then let me waste it."

Before you could react, Geo pulled you forward, shifting you into his lap like it was nothing, like he had already decided you weren’t going anywhere. His grip was firm but not forceful, an unspoken message that he wasn’t about to let you slip away—not now, not like this.

Your breath hitched at the sudden closeness. His face was just inches from yours, the warmth of his skin brushing against the coldness that had settled deep in your bones. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, hear the faint hitch in his breathing as he realized just how close you were.

He still didn’t let go of your wrist. If anything, his fingers curled slightly, holding you there like an anchor, like some stubborn part of him thought that if he kept you close enough, he could stop you from drifting any further.

Geo’s expression was the same as always—mildly annoyed, slightly flushed—but when he tried to speak, he faltered. “I—uh, I just—”

His voice caught. He clenched his jaw, his usual sharp confidence replaced by something uncharacteristically awkward. His ears burned red, his gaze flickering away for half a second before snapping back to you. For the first time in your life, you saw Geo flustered.

And it was hilarious.

The sight of him—one of the smoothest, most put-together guys you knew—stammering like an idiot while trying to be serious?

It was too much.

A laugh broke past your lips before you could stop it.

Geo froze.

Your shoulders shook slightly, exhaustion weighing heavy on your limbs, but you couldn’t stop laughing. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t fake.

It was real.

And somehow, despite everything, it felt good.

For the first time in what felt like forever, the suffocating weight of uselessness that always clung to you—the one that whispered you were just a burden, that you didn’t matter—faded into the background.

Geo huffed dramatically, shifting slightly but not letting you go. "Oh, great. Now you’re laughing at me."

You buried your face into his chest, still shaking with quiet amusement. "Because you suck at this," you mumbled, voice muffled against the fabric of his shirt.

"Yeah, well—" He was about to fire back, but then he heard it again.

Your laugh.

Not the usual forced chuckle. Not the empty amusement you gave when you didn’t want people to worry.

A real laugh.

And just like that, he went quiet.

His arms wrapped around you more securely, holding you there—close, warm, real.

Fuck. Geo really cared about you.

✑ 𝒽𝓎𝓊𝑔𝑜

Hyugo easily felt other’s emotions that he cared about.

It wasn’t hard to guess where you’d gone—he just knew. Like an instinct. Like something in his gut told him exactly where to find you, even before he started searching.

The rooftop was off-limits. Not just by school rules, but in the way most people never thought to come up here. Maybe they were too afraid of getting caught. Maybe they just weren’t the type to seek out heights when the ground felt unsteady beneath them. But you? You never cared about the rules.

You didn’t care about much of anything these days.

Hyugo exhaled sharply as he pushed the rusted rooftop door open, stepping into the cold wind that swept across the campus skyline. His uniform was slightly rumpled, tie loosened, the usual carefree expression wiped clean from his face as he caught sight of you—sitting near the ledge, drawn into yourself like you were trying to disappear into the horizon.

He hated seeing you like this.

It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair.

“…You missed class again.”

His voice was quiet. Careful. Not demanding, not scolding—just there.

You didn’t react. You didn’t even turn your head.

Hyugo sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The bench near the rooftop’s edge groaned as he sat down beside you, leaving just enough space that you wouldn’t feel cornered—but not enough to let you pretend he wasn’t here.

“Figured I’d find you up here,” he said, leaning back slightly, his arms resting against his knees. “Was hoping I was wrong.”

Still, nothing.

You just kept staring at the skyline, like if you looked hard enough, you might find something out there that made existing feel worth it.

Hyugo wasn’t good with words. Not like this. Not when it mattered. But he couldn’t just sit here and let you drown in whatever thoughts were eating away at you.

His eyes flickered to your sleeves. To the faint, fresh marks barely hidden beneath the fabric.

Something in his chest twisted.

“…I get it, you know.” His voice was quieter now, rough around the edges. “Maybe not exactly. Maybe not in the way you do. But…”

He hesitated, watching your fingers curl slightly in your lap, your shoulders stiff like you were bracing for something.

“…It doesn’t have to be like this.”

A sharp, bitter laugh almost escaped your throat, but you swallowed it down. Doesn’t have to be? It always was. It always would be.

You finally spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “Then tell me what it’s supposed to be like, Hyugo.”

He inhaled slowly, watching you—really watching you. He didn’t have an answer. Not a good one. Not one that would fix anything. But that didn’t stop him from reaching out, his fingers brushing over your wrist, tracing the edge of the pain you carried like it was something fragile, something worth holding onto.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his grip tightening slightly. “But I do know that this isn’t all there is. And I hate that you think it is.”

That did something to you.

Your breath hitched, the weight in your chest pressing harder, heavier. You squeezed your eyes shut, hands clenching into fists.

Hyugo just held onto you. Not forcefully. Not trying to pull you away from the edge—just keeping you here. With him.

“…Talk to me,” he murmured. “Please.”

You wanted to say no. You wanted to stay in the silence, in the cold, in the nothingness.

But when you finally turned your head, when you met his eyes—the way he was looking at you like you were something precious, something irreplaceable—

For the first time in forever… You almost believed him.

Since Hyugo wasn’t the type to cry easily.

Sure, he was emotional—he felt a lot, more than he let on—but he was always the one with a bright smile, a teasing remark, a carefree attitude that made him easy to be around. He kept things light. Kept things fun.

But right now?

Right now, as he looked at you, really looked at you—at the exhaustion weighing down your shoulders, at the way your fingers trembled slightly as if you were holding yourself together with nothing but sheer will—something in him cracked.

His throat tightened.

You noticed the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes glistened under the dim rooftop lights, the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for you but wasn’t sure if he could.

Holy fuck. Did you almost make Hyugo cry?

The thought sent a sharp pang through your chest. It felt wrong. Unfair. He wasn’t supposed to be the one hurting. You were the problem here, not him. He shouldn’t—he couldn’t—

You shifted slightly, about to say something, anything to break the tension—

But then, before you could move, before you could even react, Hyugo suddenly lurched forward.

His arms wrapped around you, his face pressing against your chest, his entire body curling into you like he was holding on for dear life.

The impact startled you, making you stiffen, but he didn’t let go. If anything, he clung to you tighter, like he was afraid you’d slip away the second he loosened his grip.

“…Don’t do this to me,” he mumbled against your shirt, his voice muffled, strained.

You could feel the slight tremor in his hands, the way his breath hitched like he was barely holding himself together. His heartbeat pounded against you, fast, unsteady.

You swallowed hard, guilt settling deep in your stomach.

You didn’t mean to make him feel like this.

You didn’t mean to make anyone feel like this.

Slowly—hesitantly—you lifted a hand, resting it against the back of his head, your fingers threading gently through his messy hair. He let out a shaky breath, pressing his forehead deeper against your chest like he was trying to disappear into you.

“…Sorry,” you murmured.

He let out a soft, humorless chuckle, though it came out more like a choked sob.

“God, don’t apologize,” he muttered, voice cracking just slightly. “Don’t you dare fucking apologize right now.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your cheek against the top of his head. His warmth seeped into you, grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected. You didn’t even realize how cold you’d been until now.

For a while, neither of you moved.

Hyugo just held onto you, like he was afraid if he let go, you’d fade away completely. And maybe—just maybe—you let yourself sink into him too, just this once.

“…I’ll stay.”

The words barely made it past your lips, fragile and uncertain, like they might dissolve into the night air before they even reached him.

Hyugo sucked in a sharp breath. For a moment, he didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He just stared at you, wide-eyed, like he was afraid to blink in case he somehow imagined your words.

Slowly—cautiously—he pulled back just enough to see your face. The rooftop lights cast faint shadows across his features, but even in the dim glow, you could see it. The raw emotion pooled in his eyes, the way his lips parted as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

His eyes were red-rimmed, glossy with unshed tears.

“…Yeah?” His voice was barely above a whisper, hoarse and uncertain, like he needed you to say it again, to confirm that you meant it.

You nodded.

And that was it. That was all it took for whatever was holding him back to finally break.

A sharp, uneven breath escaped him, and his lips pressed into a thin line as his brows furrowed. His whole body trembled, hands curling into fists against your back like he was trying to ground himself.

Then, before you could process it, before you could even brace yourself, he lunged forward.

His arms wrapped around you, tighter this time—desperate. His entire body pressed against yours, warm and trembling, his face burying into the crook of your neck.

“Good,” he breathed against your skin, voice thick, raw. “Good. You better. You fucking better.”

You felt him shudder against you, his breath uneven, like he was barely holding himself together. His fingers dug into the fabric of your clothes, gripping you like you might slip through his grasp at any second.

“I—” His voice caught, and he shook his head slightly, swallowing hard. His next words were muffled, spoken so quietly they were almost lost against your skin.

“I’d miss you too much, you know?”

Something inside you twisted painfully.

You exhaled, closing your eyes, inhaling the familiar scent of him—warm, faintly like the wind, like something alive. His heartbeat pounded against yours, frantic and real, a stark contrast to the numbness that had sat heavy in your chest for so long.

You knew.

And maybe, just maybe—Hyugo was enough.

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rosierin · 1 day ago

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yer rubbin’ off on me | atsumu, osamu, suna

synopsis; (y/n) accidentally mirrors the twins’ accent and they won’t let it go.

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

When (y/n) first met the Miya twins, she couldn’t understand half the things they said.

They talked fast, used strange words and expression she’s never heard of, and constantly dropped endings from their sentences like it was a race to save syllables. Back then, she’d just blinked politely and pretended to follow.

Now? Now she could understand them a little too well.

Spending years with them in high school was one thing. But living under the same roof? That was a whole new level.

She’d gotten used to their loud hallway arguments, coordinated snack raids, their freaky twin telepathy, even the way they insisted on turning absolutely everything into a competition.

And over time, she started picking up some of their habits.

From Osamu, it was the quiet, practical ones: tapping the lid of a yogurt cup before peeling it off (he says it stops the liquid from splattering), or using a food rating scale out loud—even for the dumbest snacks (“convenience store curry? Solid 6.5. Texture’s mid”).

From Atsumu, it was the mildly chaotic ones—like using her foot to close drawers or nudge doors shut (“why bend down if ya got legs?”), or carrying way too many things at once just to avoid a second trip (she’ll risk it all tumbling to her feet before going back for that one mug).

One thing she never thought she’d pick up was their accent.

Not until today.

They were all chilling in the living room, still in loungewear. A volleyball match was playing on the TV—loud, fast-paced, and dramatic enough to keep Atsumu and Suna locked in, barely blinking. The coffee table was cluttered with mugs, a few snack wrappers, and someone’s hoodie draped over the corner like a flag of surrender.

Osamu sat cross-legged on the floor, flipping through a recipe book with a pencil tucked behind his ear. Every now and then, he’d pause to squint at the TV, then return to whatever note he was scribbling in the margins.

(Y/n) walked in with a plate of toast and dropped onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

“If y’all are plannin’ on loafing around all day, at least help me with the laundry after breakfast.”

Silence.

Dead silence.

Three pairs of eyes turned to her.

(Y/n) blinked. “What?”

Suna shifted his gaze from the TV, to (y/n). “You just said 'y’all are plannin’.”

“I—” she paused, frowned, then replayed the sentence in her head. “…Did I?”

Osamu looked up, a slow, smug smile spreading across his face. “Well, well, well.”

Atsumu sat bolt upright, mouth hanging open. “She’s usin’ Kansai-ben!!”

(Y/n) groaned. “No, wait—it was an accident.”

“It’s startin’,” Osamu said dramatically, pointing his pencil at her. “Yer becomin’ one of us.”

She flushed, brushing them off. “It was a fluke, guys. Just slipped out. My brain’s tired, okay?”

“I dunno," Atsumu grinned, eyes gleaming. “Next thing ya know, you'll be callin’ people ‘aho’ (idiot) and yellin' 'nandeyanen?!' (what the hell?!).”

“She already does,” Suna added helpfully.

(Y/n) gawked, sitting upright. “No I don’t!”

“Pretty sure you called me 'aho' yesterday,” Suna said flatly, without so much as a glance.

She opened her mouth as she stammered for a comeback—then closed it again, defeated.

Atsumu looked visibly moved, wiping away a fake tear. "'M so proud."

(Y/n) just rolled her eyes, sinking lower into the couch as she pulled out her phone. “Guys, stop. It wasn’t intentional.”

Osamu leaned back, satisfied. “Ain’t nothin’ embarrassin’. I think it’s cute.”

(Y/n) frowned, still trying to hold onto her dignity. “I think you both need to drop it or I'll make you do all the laundry alone,” she threatened—but she couldn’t quite hide the way her cheeks were still burning.

Atsumu pouted. “Whaaat? S'wrong with our accent?”

"Nothin'," (y/n) mumbled.

A beat.

Her eyes widened slightly as the word left her mouth.

…Shit.

The twins exchanged a look, then whipped their heads toward her in unison.

(Y/n) froze. “Wait, no—”

Atsumu and Osamu howled, slapping their thighs like it was the funniest thing they’d heard all week.

Atsumu pointed at her, wheezing. “There it is again!!”

Suna sighed, shaking his head with mock disapproval. “Talking like a real country bumpkin.”

Osamu flashed her a little smirk, raising his mug like he was offering a toast. “Welcome to our world, darlin’.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and took a dramatic bite of her toast. “I’m movin’ out.”

...

“Guys, I swear—”

“NO WAY!!”

An explosion of laughter boomed around the room.

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devdozes · 2 days ago

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I was wondering if you could write modern/highschool au with phainon and flame reaver being twins, i think it'll be funny especially if the reader didn't know abt it lmao

Somehow, I fell for you twice before I even knew there were two of you.

The first time you met Flame Reaver, you didn’t know it wasn’t Phainon.

It wasn’t exactly your fault. The resemblance was uncanny—same height, same cerulean blue eyes, even the same messy hair that Phainon never seemed to brush properly. If anything, the only real difference was that Flame Reaver’s eyes burned with something sharper, something darker, and the way he carried himself was less of Phainon’s relaxed, playful charm and more… intense. But how were you supposed to know that?

You had been walking out of your club meeting when you saw him leaning against the school gate, arms crossed, staring at you with an unreadable expression. You had waved without thinking, grinning. “Didn’t think you’d actually wait for me today, Phai.”

Flame Reaver blinked once before tilting his head. “Of course.”

Weird. Phainon was never this stiff. But whatever. Maybe he was in a weird mood.

What followed was a week of absolute nonsense.

Flame Reaver, who you thought was Phainon, was suddenly spending an insane amount of time with you. Phainon was always around, sure, but he wasn’t usually this clingy. He was cheerful and thoughtful, yes, but he had an understanding of personal space. This… ‘Phainon’ didn’t.

If you walked down the hall, he was there, a step behind you. If you grabbed a drink from the vending machine, he was standing beside you, already holding out the exact drink you were about to buy. When you sat at lunch, he was directly next to you, practically in your personal space, watching you with those sharp blue eyes that didn’t quite match the Phainon you knew.

“You good?” You had asked one afternoon when he showed up outside your classroom, leaning against the wall with a casualness that didn’t quite feel right. “You’re kinda different today.”

He blinked. “Am I?”

“Yeah, you’re like… moodier or something.” You squinted at him before reaching out and poking his forehead. He didn’t react beyond a single twitch of his eye. “You usually joke around more, y’know?”

“I see.”

And then he just—

Patted your head.

Like you were some sort of pet. You froze, your brain short-circuiting as heat crept up your face. Phainon had never done that before. What was this?!

He stared at you, as if gauging your reaction, before simply smiling—just a small curve of his lips, nothing as bright as Phainon’s usual grins, but something about it sent your heart into a frenzy. What was happening?!

You thought that was the peak of your strange week, but it only got worse.

One day, you were about to head home when you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you found ‘Phainon’ standing there, hands shoved in his pockets, watching you. You sighed, waving him over. “You wanna walk home with me?”

He nodded, falling into step beside you. The silence was comfortable at first, but then you noticed something odd. He wasn’t humming under his breath like usual. He wasn’t teasing you about your weird backpack keychains. And most of all, he wasn’t calling you by that dumb nickname he gave you.

You stopped in your tracks. “Okay, what’s wrong with you?”

He stared at you, tilting his head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’ve been acting weird all week, Phai! You’re like, super clingy—”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Your brain blanked. “Uh… nothing? It’s just… new.”

He stepped closer, his gaze pinning you in place. “Do you dislike it?”

You swallowed, heat rushing to your face. “I-I didn’t say that! It’s just—you’re usually more laid-back, y’know?”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. Then, in a lower voice, he murmured, “Maybe I just don’t want you to leave.”

Your heart stopped.

Before you could even begin to process that, another voice cut through the air.

“HEY! What the hell is going on here?!”

You turned and nearly had a stroke.

Standing at the end of the street, looking absolutely furious, was Phainon.

The real Phainon.

Your brain had about two seconds to process this before everything clicked into place.

Oh.

OH.

“You’re kidding,” you whispered in horror, whipping back to ‘Phainon’—no, Flame Reaver. His smirk said everything. He hadn’t been Phainon at all. He had just let you believe that for a whole week.

Phainon stormed over, grabbing his twin by the collar. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop messing with my friends?!”

Flame Reaver shrugged. “You left them unattended. What did you expect?”

“You—” Phainon turned to you, looking both betrayed and exhausted. “You seriously thought he was me?”

“How was I supposed to know you had an identical twin?!”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I actually have a personality?”

Flame Reaver smirked. “And yet, they seemed to enjoy my company just fine.”

Your face burned as you remembered every single moment you spent with him.

Phainon groaned. “I can’t believe this.” Then he turned back to his twin, glaring. “You better not have done anything weird.”

Flame Reaver simply smiled, stepping back. “Nothing they didn’t like.”

Your soul nearly left your body.

Phainon looked ready to murder him on the spot. “I’m gonna kill you.”

Flame Reaver hummed. “You can try.”

As Phainon lunged, you swore your life flashed before your eyes.

“Uhh Ok so… Phainon?” You cautiously pointed at the one standing to your left. He blinked at you, confused.

“Yeah?”

You then pointed at the one standing to your right, the one who had his arms casually looped around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. “And you’re also Phainon?”

The quiet one—who you had unknowingly been spending way too much time with—smirked slightly, his grip tightening just a fraction. “Something like that.”

The real Phainon (or at least, the one you thought was the real one) narrowed his eyes. “Wait, wait, wait—don’t tell me you’ve been hanging out with him this whole time?”

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Because yes, yes, you had. And you had genuinely thought it was him the entire time. How were you supposed to know your best friend had an identical twin brother who looked just like him but acted like an entirely different person?

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a twin?!” you finally blurted out, stepping away from the overly clingy version of Phainon, only for him to smoothly pull you right back like he had no intention of letting go.

Phainon groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “Because I don’t! Not really! He’s—ugh, it’s complicated!”

The other Phainon, the one you had unwittingly spent way too much time with, simply chuckled, resting his chin against your shoulder. “I like her. I think I’ll keep her.”

Your face burned. “Excuse me?!”

“Hey!” The real Phainon shoved him off you, glaring. “No, you will not!”

“I already have,” the not-Phainon replied smoothly, stepping beside you again and easily tugging you back into his space. “She likes me, after all.”

“I thought you were him!” you argued, trying to pull away but failing miserably because he was way stronger than his twin.

The real Phainon groaned in absolute frustration. “This is a disaster.”

You had to agree.

Just as you thought things couldn’t get worse, the two Phainons suddenly began bickering like two territorial cats.

“She’s my friend, you know! You can’t just steal her!”

“Steal? I didn’t steal anything. She willingly spent time with me.”

“BECAUSE SHE DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE A SEPARATE PERSON!”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as their arguing escalated into shoving. Phainon—the cheerful, chaotic one—had his hands firmly on his twin’s shoulders, trying to push him away from you. Meanwhile, the other Phainon—the quiet, overly affectionate one—was firmly gripping your wrist, refusing to let go.

“I think you should let me go,” you tried, looking at the clingy one.

“I think not,” he replied smoothly, pulling you closer.

“Oh, for the love of—let go of her!” Phainon huffed, trying to yank you away, only for his twin to tighten his grip. “Why are you so damn clingy?!”

“I just like her,” the other Phainon admitted shamelessly, brushing a strand of hair from your face and smiling at you like a puppy.

“STOP FLIRTING WITH HER!”

“Why? Jealous?”

“OF COURSE, I’M JEALOUS!” Phainon blurted out, looking absolutely horrified with himself the second the words left his mouth.

You blinked.

His twin smirked. “Oh?”

Phainon turned red. “I—I mean—that’s not—”

The other Phainon simply looked victorious, tugging you even closer and resting his forehead against yours. “Guess you better make a move, then, dear brother.”

“OH, YOU SON OF A—”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you found yourself sandwiched between two versions of Phainon. On your left, the cheerful and excitable Phainon, his cerulean blue eyes sparkling with mischief. On your right, Flame Reaver—silent, intense, and somehow much clingier than his counterpart.

"Alright, so what do we do now?" you asked, shifting uncomfortably as both of them leaned in.

"Obviously, you should spend the day with me!" Phainon beamed, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "We can go get some snacks, maybe head to the arcade—oh! Or the amusement park! I know you love roller coasters."

Flame Reaver, who had been quietly watching, suddenly spoke. "No." He reached out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward him. "You're spending time with me."

"Excuse me?" Phainon narrowed his eyes at his twin, refusing to let go of you. "I saw them first."

"That doesn't matter. They're already with me." Flame Reaver tightened his grip slightly, his calm but firm voice making your heart race for a reason you couldn't quite explain.

You sighed, knowing that there was only one way to settle this. "Fine! I'll spend time with both of you. No more fighting."

The twins shared a glance, clearly displeased but unwilling to argue further. Phainon grinned, ruffling your hair. "Alright, alright. But if I win more prizes at the arcade, you owe me ice cream."

Flame Reaver, still holding your wrist, simply nodded. "Fine. But I’m not letting go."

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honeyshiddendesire · 3 days ago

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Did Ya Miss Me?

Warnings: spit roast, dirty talk, reunited fwbs, praise kink, creampies, drinking, foursomes, hand jobs, oral sex (male)

Summary: After the battle at Wano was a success you decide to celebrate with the gang but old habits die hard when you catch Law, Kid & Luffy's eyes on you after the drinks keep flowing.

Pairings: Eustass Kidd, Law, Luffy x female reader

Words: 4,900

*banner* *masterlist* *request* @none-of-ur-business-fuck-off

*I don't know if it's any good but man Luffy is just so hard to write lol 😭 idk if I did this request any justice 😭*

When you caught them staring you couldn't help but tease them as you walked over to where they were sitting. "You all keep staring...did you miss me?" You're obviously teasing but Luffy only grins as he nods. "Yeah let's go have sex! Law and Kid wanna come too." He'll beam and your eyes widen at his boldness but it was Luffy after all. Law's eyes nearly roll out as he barks out his panic. "Dammit Straw Hat we told you to ask her first!"

Luffy rolls his eyes as he stands, shrugging off his coat, "Don't worry about it I know she'll say yes. We've known each other since we were kids there's nothing she could surprise me with." Kid scuffs as he chugs the rest of his beer, " Yeah well what about us telling you we fucked her before she joined your crew." Luffy just laughs as he grabs a meat skewer from the table, completely not phased. "So what. Plus she told me when we were having sex one time. It was pretty fun trying to have her retell the story when she was too busy moaning."

You rolled your eyes at your friends honesty not an ounce of shame could be found between the two of you, you both were practically one in the same. The red head only scowled as he slammed down his empty mug standing tall over the rest of you. "Whatever jackass, since you know her so well let's go then."

The ever responsible doctor just flushed as he looked at you, "Are you sure?" You nod your head smiling at the way he sighs while standing. A squeal leaving you as Luffy tosses you over his shoulder. "I call last!" Luffy grins and Eustass laughs, "Why the hell would you want to go last?" Law is equally curious but decides to remain silent so Luffy can respond.

"Cause I'm gonna cum in her so much it'll wash yours out. Duhhh!" Luffy finishes by sticking his tongue out at the red head like what he said was common sense. His words and actions only made Kid scowl harder, “Dumbass.” Luffy just laughed louder as he slapped you on the ass, both men trailing behind with excitement bubbling up inside of them. You look up and wink at both men who just smirked at each other, what’s a better way to finish up a successful night like a foursome.

Once inside Luffy tossed you down on the bed and sat up against the headboard smiling, “Okay have fun!” Luffy teased as he crossed his feet over each other. Both men wanted to move but it felt like a trap because when did the straw hat ever have patience? Never but you weren’t about to tell them that. Luffy just wanted to see what they would do first. Even though he wasn’t a patient man he would be for now, he was certain he wanted to go last. Just when it looked like both men wore you out Luffy would step in and finish you off, permanently- for the night. Just when Law and Kid think that they’ve fucked your brains out Luffy would be the one to bring you back down to earth, washing away any hint of their touch and seed on you as he takes over.

Yeah you guys were just fuck buddies but you were also one of his closets friends and crew mate which meant he felt responsible to be the one to carry you home…metaphorically speaking of course.

“Come on hurry up~” Luffy whined with a huff and you just laughed as you sat up on the bed to undress, tossing your shirt at him with a grin. “Awe what’s the matter Captain thought you had some patience?” Luffy laughed as he moved the shirt off his face to throw it on the floor, “Just a little~”

“Fine. We’re gonna fuck her till she’s too exhausted to even deal with your dumbass.” Kid smirked as he shed off his clothes, your mouth watering as you watched his cock spring out from its confines. Thick and veiny, tip leaking precum that you wanted to taste, so you met him on his crawl down to the edge of the bed. Sticking your tongue out to swirl around the tip making him hiss loudly, Law shedding his clothes in the process to come up behind you. The doctor began kissing along your neck to your shoulders, trying to mark you up so you’d remember your interaction in the morning after. Luffy pouted and came over to kiss the other side of your neck, making Kid roll his eyes, “I thought you were gonna watch huh?”

“Oh so what I’m still gonna go last, I just wanna kiss her a bit.” Luffy grinned as he nipped your ear, tongue licking against your skin. You ignored their bickering like usual and carried on sucking Kid into your mouth, Law’s amazing hands busying themselves by diving further south towards your slick folds. Luffy reaches around to grope your breasts making you groan from the mix of sensations, Law’s perfect fingers sliding their way into your wetness. “Already so wet for us hmm~” Law grinned and you just hummed around Kid’s cock making the man’s eyes roll back.

“Oh fuck whatever you’re doing to her keep doing it.” Kid barked out feeling the way you sucked more of him in your mouth. You loved the attention that you were receiving, Law’s slender fingers curling inside of your cunt to the spot he remembered perfectly as Luffy’s calloused fingers squeezed your flesh. Kid pushed his fingers through your hair making you whine as he tilted your head a bit to get a better view of you sucking his cock. Kid licked his lips as you opened your eyes to look up at him, you knew Kidd was a sucker for eye contact, his cheeks blushing every single time.

“I love your boobs.” Luffy mumbled as he kissed along your neck, nipping slightly at the vein there making you moan, it was muffled though as Kidd’s large cock went deeper down your throat. You loved the weight of him in your mouth, your hand going up to encircle around the base. Stroking his cock as your other hand cupped his balls, “Fuck- you always suck my cock so good.” Kid’s praise was practically a mumble as he threw his head back momentarily to contain himself before looking back down at you.

“You look like a slut with all of us fawning over you.” Kid grumbled and despite his tone the man was trying to hold onto his resolve but you just looked so good like this. Pussy being fingered by the surgeon of death while the newly appointed Joy Boy was groping your tits and kissing your neck. Law scowled at the red head with venom in his gaze, “Don’t be so crass.” Law said and Kidd just rolled his eyes in annoyance but it quickly turned to pleasure when you applied more pressure to his cock. “Oh fuck~” Kid’s moan made you mentally smile, happy to get him to shut up.

You wouldn’t say you were an expert or anything but you did have a gift for giving head, breathing through your nose as you sucked him in deeper. Your skilled tongue swirling all around his cock, as you pulled him out of your mouth to lick from base to tip. Teasing the tall giant of a man by giving a mock hum, “Yummy~” You taunt and the red head only tugs at your hair, “Yeah yeah~ less teasing more sucking.” Kid pouts, his ears flushing along with his cheeks. Law curled his fingers just right in your cunt to make you gasp causing the doctor to smirk, “I think you’re showing favoritism dear, how about I change that yeah?” His words ghosted over your ear as he fucked your pussy harder with those slender fingers of his, three now filled your wetness as you knelt on the bed.

Your posture was starting to waver and you had no choice but to reach forward and claw onto Kid’s thighs, Luffy maneuvering underneath you to suck on your breasts. Luffy’s fingers playing with your other nipple causing you to whine which Kid used as an opportunity to shove his cock back into your warm mouth. “Damn you look good like this.” Kid’s voice only grew raspier as your nails dug into his meaty thighs, Law’s free hand coming to squeeze at your soft hips. “Cum on my fingers. I wanna feel how wet you get before I reward you with my cock.”

“Hell no I’m gonna fuck her first!” Kid tries to argue but when you swallow around his cock it turns to a sharp hiss. Law smirking as he feels your cunt twitch on his fingers that pumped inside of you. “No, the one who does the stretching gets to go first. Then it’ll be your lame ass and after that, Luffy.” Law corrects and Kid doesn’t have the energy to argue as you bob your head faster on his cock. Honestly the man doesn’t know if there will even be a chance for him to fuck you with how good you’re sucking his cock right now, the thought makes him huff and fuck your throat harder. Oh well if he cums before fucking your pussy at least he’ll enjoy the head he’s receiving.

“MMM~ NNGH!” Your moans broken as Kid started roughly using your throat, Law fingering you faster to match the movements of Kid. “Won’t you be good for me and cum.” Luffy’s fingers and mouth making your body heat up along with the others, all the attention was becoming too much as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach. “That’s it, I can feel you getting wetter. Just let go and give it to us.” Hearing Law use the word us brought you back to the fact this was really happening between all four of you. You felt naughty but so so sexy.

Your body trembled, fingers digging into Kid as you cum around Law’s fingers, Luffy holding your waist up so you don’t collapse on him. The man always liked to keep his mouth busy and feasted on your breasts until your nipples felt raw from his harsh sucking. Kid pulled you off his cock to look at Law and tell him to put you on his back, which the doctor did but not because he said so, he tried telling himself.

Luffy moved out of the way but still remained at your side busying himself with your tits as Law positioned himself between your spread open legs. Before Law could do anything though, one look at your pussy and Luffy’s mouth watered. “Hold on real quick.” Law couldn’t even protest before Luffy was literally pushing Law out of the way for a taste of your tongue. “Dammit Mugiwara-ya!” Law growled out but rolled his eyes hearing your lewd moan that followed after.

Luffy threw your legs over his shoulders as he quickly dove in to lick inside your wet cunt. Luffy was sloppy when he ate you out, tongue swirling around in random patterns with loud slurps that made your chest tight with embarrassment. Law wanted to push the man out of the way but he couldn’t deny how hot you looked throwing your head back into the blankets, hands digging into the mans black strands. Back arching like a bow as Luffy stretched his tongue inside of you to literally swirl and poke your g-spot. “Holy shit! Fuck me! YES!” You cry out as Luffy stretches his hands up to squeeze at your tits roughly.

“Fuck that’s hot.” Kid grumbles again seeing you lost, eyes rolling back with lust. BOth Law and Kid can’t help but stroke their cocks as they watch the wild man eating your pussy out like it was a life line. “Nggh! Luffy~!” Hearing you moan the straw hat’s name had the two men scowl though and they quickly went to work in joining in on the fun, their dicks could wait. Law literally slapped Luffy’s hands away to suck your nipple into his mouth as Kid tugged your hair to pull your mouth to his. His tongue dominating the kiss and swallowing up your moans into his mouth.

“Tastes so good- mmm- so so good- mmm- and so wet.” Luffy groaned as his hands moved down to claw your thighs open, head swinging side to side before diving back in. Luffy ate like a starved man and your pussy was his last meal, “Fuck~ she’s so wet~” You couldn’t tell if he was talking to any of you in particular or just voicing it out into the air but either way it felt good. Every word spoken into your pussy, his breath tickling over your sloppy folds making you moan into Kid’s mouth. Your fingers wound tighter in Luffy’s hair making him groan louder in your cunt, the vibrations making you gasp. You were going to cum again you could feel it. The way that Luffy’s tongue was stretching into your cunt was too much to handle, slurping up your wetness before literally stretching back inside of you. It was intense and with the others working you in their hands you were done for.

Kid pulled back just in time for you to cry out in a loud scream, “Luffy~!” His name rolled off your tongue like butter on toast. Your expression scrunched up as your body shook, both other men watching you cum undone on Luffy’s tongue. Joy Boy’s mouth sucking up the sweet cream that you gave him like a reward after the long battle he won. “MMM! That was a great snack! Thanks for the meal!” Luffy joked as he went and kissed you sloppily on the mouth with a giggle.

“Alright now move out of the way, straw hat.” Kid scowled before going above you, his large hand stroking his cock by your face. You never sucked dick in this position before, head almost hanging off the bed as Law went in between your legs. Luffy moved back to your side so the other two men could have their way as he went back to kissing all over your chest. “Open wide kitten.” Kid grinned as you followed along, opening your mouth to accept his cock. Law waited until You had Kid’s cock in your mouth before slamming his hips forward. Your scream muffled as your lips were wrapped out the redheads cock.

“FUCK!” Kid growled out feeling your scream muffle and vibrate around his dick. He placed his hands around your throat to feel the bulge his cock was making with each thrust of his hips groaning with each movement. Law thrust his hips in time with Kid’s, every thrust in your throat was a thrust into your cunt so every sound you made sent a chill up Kid’s spine. Law moaned your name in that delicious voice of his, “You’re so wet. You must be really turned on to feel like water dripping on my cock.” Law taunted, his body temperature rising from the scene that was playing before him.

His eyes glanced at Luffy who was kissing you all over his arm winding itself around your waist like a snake in the grass before glancing to the bump in your throat.

“Feels like we’re in a porno.” Kid grunts watching the way Law slammed into your cunt, the doctor gives a breathy chuckle, “Y-yeah- nngh- I was thinking the same thing.” You moved your hand to the front of Luffy’s pants which he quickly shimmered out of so your hand could wrap around his length. He felt hot to the touch, the man hissing at the feel of some friction finally on his dick. “Your hands feel so nice- ugh! Dammit Law, hurry up!” Luffy grumbled out making the doctor scowl.

Your walls clenched around Law’s cock a mix of him fucking you along with Luffy bickering were making you flustered. You gasped again as you felt a hand rub at your sensitive clit, you didn’t know who but it felt good. It was Luffy’s hand. Your grip on his cock was tight mimicking your slick walls but too dry so he looked down and spit down on your hand that was stroking him. You couldn’t help but groan at how nasty he was sometimes, Kid was making your throat sore by the second while Law’s cock was stabbing into your g-spot, over and over and over again.

Fuck it all felt so good, your mind was spinning, heart racing and thighs trembling in Law’s hands that pushed your legs back. Your cunt was slobbering all over Law’s cock, Luffy’s fingers rubbing on your clit collecting the slick that dripped out for a smoother ride. Luffy played with your clit like the strings of a guitar, Kid’s cock feeling every little sound that you were making as you sucked his dick. “MMM! NGH! MMGH!” Your moans were gurgled and Kid just groaned like a wounded animal. “Fuck fuck fuck! Law, hurry the hell up!”

“What’s the matter Jaggy? Gonna bust already?” Law taunted trying to act like he wasn’t on the edge of exploding despite almost reaching his peak. Kid wanted to slap him in his smug face, the scowl on his face unmistakeable, “So fucking what. Now either hurry up and cum or move for a minute so I can cum inside her. You know she likes getting creampied as much as possible.” Law gave another breathy Law but reluctantly moved nonetheless to switch spots with Luffy. The stretchy man moving to get just a bit of your slick throat.

“Yo flip over, I wanna see your ass up.” Kid grunted holding onto the base of his cock so he wouldn’t explode before dipping in your sweet cunt. Everyone gives you the space to shakily flip over, your arms barely able to hold yourself up. Kid smirked as he swung his hand down to watch the plump meat of your ass jiggle like crazy, “So sexy.” Luffy can’t even contain his grin at the feel of your tongue coming out to lick along his cock like it’s a flesh made lollipop. Luffy never really cared for head, always wanting to keep his mouth busy instead but watching the way your tongue swirled around his cock had him curious.

“Man this does feel good.” Luffy groaned, head throwing itself back as he pushed his fingers in your hair. Luffy couldn’t help but stretch his hand to grab his hat, placing it on your head so your hair stayed out of your face so he had a better look. You reached over to wrap your hand around Law’s cock, squeezing him to make him know that you still were paying attention to him. Tongue swirling around your stretching captain, moaning long and broken as Kid slid into your slick pussy. “Gonna fill you so fucking full.” Kid groaned out only for Luffy to laugh, “Doubt it.”

“Shut the fuck up will ya.” Kid grunted but it broke off in the end as he came inside of you only after two thrusts, hips slamming into you roughly as he spilled his hot seed deep in your cunt. His cock was thicker than Law’s, feeling the stretch of him made you shiver as you felt his cum fill you up to the brim. You whined deep in the back of your throat, your cunt twitching at the thought and feel of Kid’s seed, he was definitely right about you liking creampies.

Kid gave another thrust before pulling out to toss himself back onto the bed with a sigh, “Your pussy is pretty fucking good I give you that.” Kid grinned as he propped his arms behind his head as he continued to watch the show. Law practically jumped back in his spot, not literally but with how fast he went behind you it seemed like it. “Yeah it must be if you came in two pumps.” Law scuffled and Kid just rolled his eyes. “Fuck off.” Law smirked as he slid in your dripping cunt, his tattooed hands clawing your hips to quickly pull you back onto his cock.

“Hey~” Luffy pouted as he slammed his hips forward into your throat, hating how Law pulled you away. Luffy scrambled forward in order to stay as close to you as possible, not wanting your throat to be away from his cock even for a second. “You look good with my hat on, I have to put it on you more often.” Luffy chuckled and you only moaned louder as if answering him, he wasn’t sure but it did feel good though.

“Shit- nngh- fuck baby you feel good.” Law moaned out, his hips slamming into you roughly and you could tell he was going to cum soon. His fingers digging into your hips were probably going to leave marks and the idea makes you moan. “I never thought we’d all be getting turns to fuck our cum into you.” Law couldn’t help the chuckle that left him, eyes glued onto your ass that slapped into his hips. Luffy nodded his head as he pulled his cock out of your mouth to slam his lips into yours so he could dance his tongue with yours.

Luffy loved your mouth on his dick but sometimes he needed to keep his own busy or it made his head spin. Moving his lips from yours to kiss along your neck it allowed your sounds to actually fill the space of the inn’s room that you were in. The moans that left you were like beautiful music, a sea shanty that was played along the ocean waves, it was quite fitting for how wet your pussy was. “That’s it baby, get nice and loud for us.” Ugh the way he kept saying ‘us’ was driving you mad, pushing you over the edge to ecstasy.

Your cunt twitched and pulled Law further inside of your sweet wetness, a vice grip on his cock was also pushing the doctor over the edge right along with you. His cock stutters against your g-spot giving it a final kiss before you both erupt around each other.

“Fuck! LAW YES!” Your pussy literally gushing onto the sheets below as Law came deep inside of your cunt. Your eyes rolling back as your throat spilled broken moans, hips pushing back against Law making him hiss loudly. “Yesyesyes!” Your cry of satisfaction had Luffy grinning as he knew his turn was finally here. “Yay my turn! Movemovemove!” Law could only roll his eyes and back away from you to sit next to Law at the head of the bed.

Kid and Law both exhausted from pleasure and the long battle they endured earlier. “Damn look at you go, third cock of the night. I think you need a medal.” Kid joked as he watched Luffy flip you again like a pancake. “I wanna see your face when I make you cum.” Luffy told you as your chest heaved for much needed air. In a way you were grateful for Luffy wanting you on your back as your body’s energy was slowly depleting.

“Long time since we fucked aye Captain?” You teased and you were right, it had been a while, the stresses of Wano keeping you away from your Captain and long time friend’s embrace. Luffy grinned as he reached for his hat to place it on his head before grabbing you by your legs literally dragging you towards him. “Ha! I guess it has been a while.” Luffy smiled down at you, that damn smile that makes your belly churn. You always felt safe with him, your silly friend, your dear captain.

Luffy threw your legs on his shoulders as he planted his hands on the side of your head, “Help me out will ya.” You reach down to grab his cock rubbing it against the slick of your pussy. Teasing the both of you as you wiggled your hips against the tip of his cock but Luffy only huffed and slammed his hips forward. “Enough of the teasing.”

Luffy’s cock plunged in your cunt making you gasp out his name as he moaned yours. His eyes locked on your face watching every scrunch of your brows and the way your mouth dropped open with a scream of his name. “It’s pretty naughty of you don’t you think?” Luffy asks you, making you whine as you stare up at him, your hands going to grab at his wrists for some kind of leverage.

“W-what? Luffy~ nngh- fuckk- what do you mean?” You try to ask and Luffy just grins wickedly, “Getting fucked by all of us at the same time. Kind of naughty right? S-sanji told me it was- ah - something …w-what’s that word? Fuck - nngh- shit- starts with a t.”

“Taboo.” Law suggests and Luffy slams his hips into you harder as he cheers, “That’s it!” Luffy beams down at you and your flustered expression. “So~ Isn’t it naughty? Say it.” You moan as he fucks into you harder, hips rocking into you making the bed shake, headboard slamming into the wall with each thrust. “Yes Luffy~ so naughty~”

“Yeah. It is, isn't it?” Luffy grunts as he feels your walls clenched tightly, his words getting the best of you. And you know he’s not trying to dirty talk you, it’s just Luffy genuinely asking a question. Your nails dig into his wrists making him hiss, as you stare up at him with that damn face of yours. It was lewd the way you looked at him, as if your gaze could fuck him along with your cunt.

“So good captain~ fuck Luffy right there~” You moan out as he leans down closer till your breath danced along his face. His head turning to kiss along your ankle before nipping you softly. “You like having lots of cum inside you.” He wasn’t asking. “Like being really full till it drips out without anyone noticing. Fuck you’re so full already, I can feel it. You’re already so wet, my dick is slipping so much.”

“Damnit Luffy you don’t shut up.” Kid was flustered again with the way Luffy was talking to you but Luffy just looked at him with a sharp glare that you missed because you were too busy moaning out. Your eyes rolling back as your captain fucked your cunt like he had something to prove to the other two captains and in a way he did. You weren’t his, not dating wise, but you were his crewmate. “Oh fuck~ Luffy please~ Ugh fuck! You feel so good~! Please don’t stop! Please~” You were begging for something and Luffy knew just what you needed despite your lack of explanation.

Stretching his cock just right to poke and kiss your g-spot nonstop, it was mind boggling how he always brought you there so quickly. His d.f. Always doing the trick to having you cumming more than you can count. “Don’t worry. You’re doing good. You did great tonight.” You thought he meant the sex but it was more than that, he noticed how you took on enemies at the raid and battle, constantly holding your own and helping others as much as possible. Even now, how you were able to keep up with all the captains was impressive.

“Luffy!” Your throat felt sore from being fucked all night, your screams adding to the friction. “Luffy I’m gonna cum~” The whine that leaves you is so embarrassing but it makes Luffy grin down. “That’s okay.” He tells you before stretching your limbs further to lean down and kiss your lips in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongues clashing. Your Captain swallows the moan you let out of his name as his hips rut into you. “Cum on me.” He mumbled against your lips making your eyes roll as you felt your walls clenching tighter, cream coating his cock wonderfully. “My turn.” Luffy mumbles as his hips never lose their tempo on slamming into you before his balls tighten up. Cum shooting deep inside your pussy, painting the walls of your cunt white.

“MMM!” You moan as you hear the loud squishes your pussy and their cum is making inside of you. The sticky seed leaking down to drip on your ass in an erotic sight. You thought you were gonna black out as Luffy didn’t even let up, cock still hard as a rock as he continued to fuck you harder and deeper. “OH! OH! AHH! CAPTAIN! FUUUUUCK! LUFFY!”

You didn't think you could take anymore but he wasn’t going to stop until he came inside of you a few more times. Definitely a long night filled with lots of creampies until the early morning sun slowly began to rise. Luffy didn’t stop until your hold on his loosened and your hands fell at your side, eyes looking at him sleepily. Only then did Luffy let up and give you one final load of his cum, the other two men having long fallen asleep. When Luffy’s cock finally went soft and he slipped out of you to pull you in his arms, he gave you a big grin before kissing your head.

“That was fun. Maybe we should have them join in more often.” Luffy suggests and you just tiredly laugh as you wrap your arms around each other. “Yeah I’m sure they’ll miss me after they're gone.” Luffy just grins as he pulls the blanket of you all, “Who wouldn’t?”

“You’re right I am pretty great.”

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aworldinsideaperson · 11 hours ago

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Gala - Doctor Michael Robinavitch

Pairing: Dr. Michael Robinavitch x Charge Nurse!Reader

Plot: Dr. Robby and Charge Nurse!Reader, attend a fundraising Gala for the hospital.

Warnings: None that I can think of but let me know if you find any please.

Word Count: 3700

A/N: For the first time in almost a decade I could not stop writing until I finished. I have spent every spare second, stayed up past my bedtime, and hurt my back scrunching over my laptop for hours while I wrote a fic. I am really excited about this and I hope that other people enjoy this as much as I do. Even my bestie @ethereal27cereal who has not watched a moment of The Pitt enjoyed it so hopefully that’s a good sign!

Her idea of a good time after work usual consisted of fluffy slippers and her newest romance novel, her current read being a work place romance that made her feel weak in all the best places. To her a good time did not include shimmying her hips into a dress in the hospital bathroom after a long shift. But she was new, she wasn’t sure she could tell Gloria no when she insisted they NEEDED the new day shift charge nurse at the PTMC fundraising gala. In fact, Gloria was gone before she’d gotten any response at all.

So here she was, smoothing out the glittering fabric of a dress she’d never even imagined trying on, as she walked down the hall of the emergency department to grab the last of her things. The first voice she heard was Frank Langdon, a resident recently returned from a leave she hadn’t been nosey enough to ask about.

“You look… wow.” Was all he could manage, his mouth agape and eyes like saucers.

Y/N’s face contorted, eyes darting to Princess who sat at the computer closest to her.

“Is it too much?” She asked as a look of panic washed over her face. “I’ve never gone to one of these things but Javadi said it was kind of on par with what people typically wear and Cassie said it looked nice so I-” Her rambling was cut short by a whistle.

“Actually, I said it was hot and I was totally right!” The grin on McKay’s face seemed to only grow as she came closer to the small group that was beginning ot form at the corner of the nurses station. “Turn around;” She encouraged. “Give them the whole look.”

Y/N’s tight shoulders sagged, a small smile coming to her lips as she did a slow turn, revealing the low back with strands of cream pearls draping from one shoulder across to the other, then turning around again. Her eyes were glued to the ground, lips pulled in tight. A new voice letting out a soft “wow” causing her eyes to dart back up towards the sound.

“Well put Robby.” Langdon chuckles, patting his mentor on the shoulder as he passes by headed for his next patient.

A gasp comes from just down the hall. “Oh my gosh you look so pretty!” Mel exclaims, the smile on her face bright and genuine as she approaches the dwindling group of staff. Y/N whispers a small thanks, smiling at the sweet woman now before her. “And you look very distinguished Dr. Robby.” Mel continues, her head held high as she continued to smile at her attending.

“Thank you Mel,” Robby smiles, “ someone finally notices the old man in the very expensive rented tux.” He eyes the remaining crowd.

“Well comparatively, you’re not much to look at.” Matteo lets out a smooth laugh, grabbing a tablet and chasing after Langdon; catching him just as he was walking out of the patients room likely to get the tablet Matteo was handing him.

Y/N shuffles closer to Dr. Robinavitch. He was tall, with dark locks, sweet brown eyes, and she wondered if the beard felt as soft as it looked. She often had to talk herself down from reaching out to touch it. Especially now. Well groomed, it looked shaped and brushed and oiled. She thought about how smooth it’d feel against her skin. Surely a thought that would get her into so much trouble. Michael Robinavitch, nearly 20 years her senior, was handsome and sweet and kind and if she thought about it too much she might just break the careful wall she’s been building to keep her desires at bay. Yet she still reached out. Still slowly moved her hand over his shoulder. Lint. She’d explained to herself. Though looking at him with a sweet smile and a soft compliment, “Well I think you look great Robby.” She felt like she was on fire.

He smiled, eyes locking with hers, sounds of the emergency department dissipating to a low hum, “Thank you Y/N, but he’s right, you are the better looking ED staff.” He was quiet, as he often was with her, as if the two of them were in their own little world. Her thanks just as soft before the two of them turn to the remaining staff, all of whom pretending as if they were not just watching their interactions like some HBO romantic drama.

“Don’t be afraid to come get us if you need anything.” Robby’s voice loud, stressing the last word of his sentence.

“And he does mean anything. Need help with a bandage please do not hesitate to come get one of us, preferably me, from the very stuffy and exhausting event where we will be begging for money.” Her face pleading.

“Yes, and as the attending you should really come get me.” He stressed.

McKay rolled her eyes. “We’re not going to be getting either of you. Night shift is here soon we can hold down the fort until then.”

“I just really think one of us should stay with you guys. And as the attending it really should be me.” He was beginning to sound like a child, begging not to go to great grandma’s house.

It’s Collins, fresh out of a patients room, bump protruding as she places her hands on her hips. “Get out of my ED before I have you both banned from the property.”

“You can’t do that.” Robby insisted.

Cocking her head to the side, her smile dropped. “Wanna bet? I’ve got an in with the security around here.”

This caused Y/N to place her hand on Robby’s chest and gently direct him to the door. “Alright well I guess we’ll head out. Unless anyone needs anything last minute.” Making one last attempt to get their way thwarted by a chorus of “Get out!” from what seemed to be the entire department. Y/N shoots back a final “Have a good night guys.”

As they finally make their way out the door, Santos yells out after them. “Go get us some fucking funding!”

What they don’t hear are the chattering voices wondering. “Think they’ll make it the night without sleeping together?”

Or the responses of, “Fuck no.”

Together the two walked across the street in silence. Comfortable walking side by side, Robby offering his arm as they stepped off the ledge of the sidewalk and into the street. She moved slower than usual in the heels she’d donned but he didn’t seem to mind as he kept an eye out for cars and potential hazards until they stepped back up to the sidewalk in front of the event center.

That’s then that she froze. Face twisted and breath caught in her throat. “Are you sure this looks okay?” She asked, eyes trained on Robby who kept his glued to hers. “I know I keep asking I’m not fishing for compliments I just don’t want to make a bad impression and maybe ruin something good coming to the ED.” The words were rushed, pouring out of her as she spiraled into panic.

Robby took a deep breath, placing his hand gently on her shoulder. “Relax.” He began. Demonstrating deep breathes to encourage her own before continuing. “You look gorgeous.” His voice reassuring and her shoulders dropped, breathing finding a more normal pattern. “If it makes you feel better I’ve only been to like 2 of these and both times I threw up in the parking lot and we still got new chairs for the nurses station last year.” He let out a soft laugh, though from the look of mild distress he seemed to be telling the truth.

A wide grin spread across her face, eyes lighting up with joy. “So really so long as I don’t kill anyone they’ll let us keep our half working coffee machine?”

Robby laughed, a full laugh that shook into his core, a thing he seemed to do more and more the more time he spent around Y/N. “If you’re really charming they may even put name brands in the vending machine.”

Feigned horror and shock painted across her features before becoming stoic and serious. “There’s a lot riding on this then.” Her face cracked into a small smile and his heart stuttered.

“You’re gonna be great.” He assured once again, his thumb now stroking back and forth on her shoulder, the tips of his fingers grazing the skin of her shoulder. “Hell of a lot better than me probably why they invited you.”

Y/N looked at the older man skeptically. “I don’t know Robby, you’re pretty charming.”

“Only to you.” The words slipped, his smile dropping slightly as he finally removed his hand and turned to the door. “Let’s get this over with.”

The doors opened into a large banquet room with high ceilings and chandeliers. Y/N wondered how much had been spent on this event while the hospital remained understaffed. It was a beautiful space and music filled the air around them, loud enough to hear, to spur some folks to dance, and soft enough to speak over. That was the purpose after all, speaking, begging, convincing people that their hospital, that the Emergency Department, was worthy of their donations. It’d be a long night.

Robby leans down, his lips closer to her ear than needed. “I’m going to grab us some drinks. Why don’t you find our seats.”

A quick nod and Y/N is setting off in the direction of the poster that seemed to be holding table assignments. Images of her best friend’s wedding nearly a decade prior flash through her mind. The last time she’d worn something so formal, been in such a beautiful space. She had 3 kids now and their once daily chats had dwindled to quarterly calls. She knew all about Robby though. She called after Y/N’s first week in the Pitt and she’d clocked then Y/N’s little crush. Called it sexy trouble.

Finding her way to the table she and Robby were assigned she thought about the phrase from her friend. ‘Sexy Trouble.’ Doctor Micheal Robinavitch was definitely sexy and the way she felt when he was close, so so much trouble.

He placed a glass of champagne in front of her and one in space beside her. Their table was empty, likely already mingling. “What’s our plan of attack?” He asked plopping down beside her.

“I was going to ask you that. You’re the one whos done this before.” Her face again began too contort, anxiety raising in her chest.

“Have you seen the state of the ED? I’m not exactly doing a great job.”

“You’re doing the best you can. Gloria and the board might not know that but even in these last six months I’ve seen it very single day. You’re doing the best you know how.”

Robby closed his eyes, taking her hand in his and giving it a tight squeeze. Looking into her eyes a beat of Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time reaches his ears. Smiling brightly he stands. “May I have this dance?”

“Only if you don’t mind me stepping all over your toes.” She laughs though she’s already standing, hand still holding tightly to Robby’s.

“I’ll take my chances.” Giving her hand another squeeze he leads her to the space a few pairs have made, swaying to the beats of an eclectic playlist. Robby’s hand slides over her hip to her lower back, palm burning into her exposed skin. “You know, they played this at my senior prom.” He laughed thinking back to Barbra Wilson, his prom date, and the atrocious white tux she’d begged him to wear with the pink cumberbund and tie.

An exaggerated look of shock came to her face. “Wow, it’s amazing you can remember that far back.”

Robby rolled his eyes and huffed. “Ha ha ha. I’m not THAT old.” He insisted, though the feeling in his lower back was making him think otherwise.

A grin spread across her face as she spoke. “I wasn’t born when you went to your senior prom.”

His face dropped, hurt painting itself across his features for only a moment. “Okay ouch.”

“It’s okay,” She began, settling her lips close to his ear to whisper. “I won’t call you a cradle robber if you don’t call me a grave robber.”

The air in his lungs stopped moving. Slowly his face turned, so easily their lips could have slotted together. If only the universe didn’t enjoy his misery. It’s Jack Abbot’s voice that breaks the fantasy. “You guys are here too? I thought I got roped in because you guys wouldn’t come.” He’s shoving a crab cake into his mouth as he speaks, a second still in his hand.

“What are you doing over here?” Robby asks, reluctantly pulling his hands from Y/N’s body.

Abbot eyes him then shrugs. “Gloria called me and it sounded more like a threat than an invitation so I came.”

As if to speak her being into existence, Gloria strides toward the three of them. The look of horror etched into her face growing deeper the closer she gets “You’re in your scrubs?” Her question stressed through gritted teeth.

Again Jack shrugs. “You’re the one who told me to get here ASAP. To me ASAP doesn’t involve changing.”

Her muscles tense a moment, eyes closing as she lets out a slow breath to calm herself. “Just go.” She breathes again, now turning toward the pair appropriately dressed for the event. “Robby, Y/N, I need you to come tell some people about the idea you had for chairs.”

Robby frowns, “The one you shot down 2 weeks ago?”

Gloria gives an exasperated sigh.“Yes. Let’s go.”

The two followed Gloria to a small group of unfamiliar faces and it’s nearly an hour and a half before they find themselves back in their seats, both well into their third glass of champagne, skin prickling with hope. They’d seemed interested in their idea. Their interest had sparked interest in Gloria and hope filled their chests. Maybe this would help, maybe tonight would actually make a difference. Y/N let her head drop to Robby’s shoulder, eyes closing as a new melody floated through the air. She sighed. “I love this song.”

Robby nudged her head from his shoulder and stood, holding his hand out to her. “Come on, I think my old bone have one last dance left in ‘em.”

She smiled, slowly rising from her chair and the pair made their way back onto the dance floor, now even less crowded than it had been earlier, and resumed their earlier positon swaying to Coldplay’s Yellow. Their body’s were pressed closer than they had been before; looking Robby up and down she huffed a small chuckle. “Why don't you dress like this more often? I could get used to this look.”

Robby laughed aloud, pulling her even closer to his chest. “Oh yeah I’ll just start running around doing intubations and chest tubes and shit in a shirt and tie. Hey maybe I’ll even wear suspenders and a white coat like that one guy you keep telling me I look so much like from your show.”

Her eyes grow wide, hands coming to gently slap against Michael’s chest.“Oh my God that guy from ER!” She exclaims. “I used to love that show. When I was growing up my mom and I watched it religiously. Dr. John Carter.” She looks at Robby wistfully. “Probably the reason I dated so many doctors in my youth.”

Again, he can’t help but laugh. “Your youth, as if you’re not currently young.”

“I’m 31, that’s the ancient for women didn’t you know? I’m half way in the grave.” She attempts to make her statement sound matter of fact though she’s hardly able to hold back her grin.

“Well I think you’re incredibly beautiful for being half dead.” Robby’s voice is soft, and her shoulders relax as she places her head against him. The space between them is quiet for a moment before his soft voice speaks again. “Is that what made you want to get into the medical field?”

“What?” She’d been lost in her own world, a fantasy where this was more than colleagues, more than friends. Just more.

“ER. With your mom?”

“Oh! No. Well not because of ER but because of my mom.” She takes a quarter step back, giving herself space, removing herself from the fantasy. “ When I was like 11 my mom got really sick and we spent a lot of time trying to figure out what was wrong. We were in hospitals all the time. I watched the nurses work really hard to make sure even if they couldn’t fix my mom they were doing everything the could to help. It left an impression on me now here I am 20 years later.”

“Did they ever find out what was wrong with her? Your mom?” His questions aren’t pushy or probative, they’re genuine, questions he wants to hear real answers to.

She nodded. “MS. But because her doctor didn’t want to run a test in the beginning it took them 10 years to figure it out and by then the window of relapsing remitting had passed and she’d moved into secondary progressive. She got really bad about 3 years ago then 8 months ago she died.”

Robby closes the gap, pulling her close against him again, both arms wrapping around her tightly. He adores his mother even at 50 years old he can’t imagine what it will be like when he loses her. “I’m so sorry.”

She smiles softly, her eyes dampening with a few tears. “Thank you. It’s why I’m here really. I needed to move. I needed to be somewhere different.”

“It might be bad to say but, under any circumstances, I’m glad you’re here.” Robby brings his hand to her face, his thumb wiping gently at a small shed tear. But she smiles.

“It might be bad to say, but Me too.” She once again rests her head against him as they sway through the last notes of the song and into the next, then the next and before they realize it the room has become close to empty and they begin to take their leave. Again Robby gives her his arm as they cross the street but he doesn’t let go once they’re standing on hospital property, not when they walk into the building, through to the parking garage. Not even when they’re standing beside her car.

Leaning up against the driver’s side door, Y/N fiddled with her keys. “Do you need a ride?”

Robby shook his head. “Nah I left my backpack inside and I’m like half a block away so I’ll make it.”

She nodded, her voice still low. “Well thank you for walking me all the way to my car.”

“Of course.” The air between them grew thick, Michael lifted his hand placing his palm against her jaw, thumb smoothing over her heating cheek. Staring deeply into her eyes he spoke hardly above a whisper. “It might be the champagne hitting me but God, I want to kiss you right now.”

“Maybe you should.” The words tumbled from her lips before she could think.

“Please don’t tease me.” He begged.

“From here you’re the one thats teasing.” That as all it took before Micheal Robinavitch was leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. A soft, tender, electrifying kiss turning into one of need and passion. Her hands gripped tightly to his lapel. The satin slick against her fingers as she pulled him closer. So much closer. Melting into his body as Robby wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her tightly against him and their lips and hearts synched and all the pieces around them began shifting into place.

A cough across the parking lot pulls their lips apart but they stay connected. Foreheads pressed together, eyes closed, breath shaky. Y/N whispers. “I should head home. My shift starts at six.”

Micheal nods, not pulling away from her. “Mines seven.”

Still connected she smiles, pressing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll see you tomorrow Doctor Robinavitch.”

He sighs. “Michael.”

“Michael.” For the first time in years prefers the sound of his name over Robby.

“Say it again.” He pleads

“Goodnight Michael.” She places another slow and tender kiss to his lips before finally pulling away and moving to get into her car.

“Goodnight Y/N.” The grin he keeps trying to hide is painted with her lipstick. He steps back, watching her drive away then leans up against the wall. Calming himself for nearly ten minutes after she’s driven away before he can walk back into the Pitt, before he can face his friend because Jack Abbot will know something has happened and he’s no ready to field those questions. Not when all he can think about is her.

It’s nearly five hours into their shift when a small group finds themselves standing at the desk, looking at the board. It’s McKay who speaks up first. “Has anyone else noticed how… chipper those two are?” Her eyes finding Robby and Y/N standing down the hall way, smiling brightly as they speak.

Princess nods. “Y/N has been humming the same song all morning.”

“Robby too.” Frank adds “It kinda sounded like Yellow by Coldplay but I didn’t think he listened to anything from this century.”

“That’s what I thought I heard from Y/N.” Javadi adds, hand up blocking the light from her still sensitive eyes. Maybe she shouldn’t have gone with her mom the night before, or maybe she just shouldn’t have had so much champagne. Then her eyes grow wide, looking around the small group. “You don’t think they…?” Her question trailing off.

Perlah’s face breaks out into a grin, pure joy radiation from her face. “Oh for sure.”

Santos scrunches her noise, sending a dirty look to the nurse across the desk. “Well no collection until confirmation Perlah. I’m still holding out for his surprise party next month.”

Just then Y/N pops up beside them. “Keep it down about the party damn it!”

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wattpadbxtch · 2 days ago

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All Falls Down

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drug-dealer!paige x azzi fic. there will be smut and violence soo boom. also there are sum be plot holes. might fix them later or wtv

The dorm felt smaller than usual. The four white walls that once held nothing but good memories now felt like a prison closing in on Azzi. She sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, bouncing her leg so fast her knee nearly knocked over the water bottle on the floor. Her other hand was clenched into a fist, nails digging into her palm so hard they left little crescent moons in her skin.

“Shit bad rn. Don’t wait up.”

That was the last text Paige sent her. That was an hour ago.

Azzi had tried calling—once, twice, five times—but Paige wasn’t picking up. Wasn’t texting back. And that wasn’t like her.

Her stomach was in knots. Paige had been moving reckless lately, thinking she was invincible. She’d always been like that—so sure of herself, so certain she couldn’t lose. But Azzi knew better. Nobody ran the game forever.

She rubbed a hand over her face and tried to calm herself, but her brain wouldn’t stop spinning. The last time she saw Paige, they argued.

“You gotta stop this, P,” Azzi had pleaded, standing in front of the door so Paige couldn’t leave.

Paige had just smirked, tilting her head like Azzi was talking crazy. “Relax, baby. I got us.”

“No, you don’t!” Azzi had snapped, surprising even herself with how loud she got. “You think you untouchable, but you not! You just lucky, and luck gon’ run out!”

Paige had stepped forward, cupping Azzi’s face like she could hold all her worries in her hands. “Ain’t no luck, Z. It’s just me. I know what I’m doing.”

But Azzi knew that was a lie. If Paige really knew what she was doing, she wouldn’t be out right now, in the streets, moving shit like she wasn’t the most recognizable person on campus. UConn’s golden girl, National Player of the Year, everybody’s favorite. A face like hers wasn’t supposed to be in the trap.

But she was.

And now, she was missing.

Azzi’s hands were shaking. She unlocked her phone again, scrolling through their texts, trying to make sense of something—anything. Maybe she missed a sign. Maybe she could find a clue.

That’s when a new text popped up on her screen.

“They got her.”

Her breath hitched. Her entire body went still.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, heart slamming against her ribs so hard she thought it might crack.

“Who?? Where?? Stop playing w me.”

No answer.

Azzi jumped up so fast her chair scraped against the floor. She grabbed her keys, already halfway out the door, when a voice stopped her.

“Azzi, chill,” Nika said, stepping into the hallway. Her voice was low, serious in a way that made Azzi’s stomach twist even more. “It’s bad, bro.”

Azzi turned to her, eyes wide. “Bad how? Where’s Paige? What happened?”

Aaliyah stepped out behind Nika, arms crossed, looking at the floor like she couldn’t even bring herself to say it.

Nika licked her lips, hesitating. “Cops got her.”

Azzi’s world tilted.

She grabbed Nika’s arm, gripping so tight her fingers turned white. “What?”

“She got caught up, Z. That drop she was making? It was a setup. They had been watching her for weeks.”

Azzi’s breath came in short gasps. “No. No, no, no, no. She’s smart. She don’t make mistakes like that—”

“She slipped,” Nika cut in, voice hard. “They don’t make mistakes.”

Azzi felt her knees go weak. “Fuck.”

Her head was spinning. Paige. In jail. Paige, who promised she had everything under control. Paige, who swore she’d never let it get this far. Paige, who was now sitting in a holding cell, probably scared as hell, waiting for a miracle that wasn’t coming.

Azzi backed up, shaking her head. “No. No, we gotta do something. We gotta—”

“Ain’t no bail,” Aaliyah muttered. “They hit her with real shit. Intent to distribute. Conspiracy. She ain’t just getting out, Azzi.”

Azzi’s hands curled into fists. “No. That’s bullshit. She didn’t—she wouldn’t—”

“She did,” Nika interrupted. “You know she did.”

And that’s what broke her.

Azzi turned on her heel and ran.

She didn’t know where she was going, but she had to move, had to do something.

She burst out of the dorm into the cold night air, heart hammering in her chest. She ran until her lungs burned, until the tears streaming down her face blurred her vision.

She ended up at the only place that made sense.

The trap house was dark, but she knew someone was inside. She banged on the door so hard her knuckles ached.

“Open the fuck up!”

Footsteps. Then the door cracked open, a chain still locking it in place. A familiar face peeked through.

“Damn, Azzi. You loud as fuck.”

“Where the fuck is T?” she snapped.

A pause. Then the door unlatched.

She pushed past the guy, stepping into the dimly lit living room. The place smelled like weed and bad decisions. T was sitting on the couch, rolling a blunt like he wasn’t the reason her world was falling apart.

“You set her up,” Azzi said, voice shaking.

T glanced up, completely unfazed. “Nah.”

“Bullshit.”

He sighed, setting the blunt down. “Nobody set her up, Z. She got sloppy. That’s on her.”

Azzi clenched her fists, ready to swing. “You knew. You knew the cops was on her ass, and you ain’t say shit!”

T exhaled through his nose. “Wasn’t my business.”

“Fuck you!” she screamed, lunging at him.

Somebody grabbed her before she could connect, arms locking around her waist, dragging her back.

“Get the fuck off me!” she yelled, kicking, struggling, but they wouldn’t let go.

T just shook his head. “Ain’t no point in all that. She knew what it was.”

Azzi’s chest heaved. “You don’t care at all, huh?”

He didn’t answer.

She yanked herself free, glaring at all of them—Paige’s so-called “business partners,” the same people who let her fall without a second thought.

“She ain’t built for this,” Azzi muttered. “And y’all knew that.”

Still, nobody said shit.

Azzi turned and walked out.

The next morning, Azzi sat outside the jail, waiting for visitation hours. She hadn’t slept. Had barely breathed.

When they finally let her in, she damn near ran to the booth.

And there she was.

Paige.

She looked… different.

Her hair was messy, dark circles under her eyes. She looked exhausted. But when she saw Azzi, she managed a small, tired smirk.

“Hey, baby.”

Azzi’s vision blurred with tears. She grabbed the phone. “Paige.”

Paige leaned forward, pressing her hand against the glass. Azzi mirrored it, wishing she could touch her.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Paige whispered.

Azzi sniffled, shaking her head. “Why’d you do it, P?”

Paige sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I wanted to take care of us. I wanted more for us. And I thought I had it figured out.”

Azzi bit her lip, trying to hold herself together. “Now what?”

Paige’s face fell. “I don’t know.”

Azzi closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks.

They sat in silence, hands pressed to the glass, both of them breaking in their own ways.

All that time, Paige thought she was building something for them.

But in the end, all she did was tear it down.

note: this ended up being not mini whatsoever and has 12 parts so boom. ima try to release them all within 2 days. but i have a life so shit might get in the way. dont hold it against me😟

smut will be in later chapters

#pazzi fics #paige x azzi #pazzi #azzi fudd #paige bueckers #fanfic #drug dealer!paige

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illbegottenfaith · 2 days ago

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new girl (a New Girl by FINNEAS inspired fic)

theo doesn't have a crush. he merely likes the way you blush (fwb!theodore nott x reader)

a/n - not to brag but this is one of my fav fics ive written ahhh something about this song is so hot and enticingly addictive and its just sooo theo coded imo 🙈 please go listen to it if you havent I rlly tried embodying its vibe in the fic but im not sure if i did it justice hehe okay thats all enjoy :))

tropes/warnings - fwb!theo, slightly suggestive content, descriptions of reckless driving

word count - 2.5k

taglist - @kandralice @justme989898 @iamheretoread1234 @allie-sturns @hzdhrtss @friedfreyfries @bushnellswife @rose-of-the-grave @thaliashifts @pariahsparadise @babene-e @fratbrochrisgf

Crush. Who's got a crush?

The sarcastic thought flitted through Theo's mind lazily. It was an uncomfortably warm day. The summer heat had swallowed Hogwarts whole. Thick and suffocating, it pressed against stone walls, curling into corridors, turning pages limp beneath ink-stained fingers. It was sweltering, the kind of sticky warmth that made tempers short and patience even shorter. Fiddling restlessly with a quill. Theo peeled his eyes away from a Transfiguration essay that compelled none of his attention and glanced around the stuffy room. That was when he first saw you.

You were sitting with your friends a few tables over, in a not entirely dissimilar manner from Theo and his friends. The stagnant air clung to your clammy skin, heavy and unmoving, coaxing sweat to gather at the nape of your neck. Your eyes were listlessly dragging across some book as you fanned yourself with a folded-up piece of parchment, a quiet huff escaping your lips as you tugged at the collar of your blouse. The sleeves were pushed up, exposing heat-flushed skin, a pink hue spreading down your throat, disappearing beneath fabric.

The quill stilled between his fingers.

Theo wasn’t the type to notice things like that - things like the flush creeping down your neck, the slow rise and fall of your chest, the way your lips parted slightly as you sighed, exasperated by the heat. But his gaze lingered anyway.

You looked up yourself, and almost immediately your eyes found Theo's. You returned his stare with a steely look of your own. You quirked up an eyebrow. He refused to look away, unabashed. For some reason, he couldn't find it in himself to feel embarrassed over having been caught staring.

He hadn’t meant to look, and he certainly hadn’t meant to wonder. But the thought burrowed deep in his mind before he could stop it.

How far down does that flush go?

Later that night, when you were pressed against cool stone, breathless beneath him, his mouth tracing over heat-flushed skin, he found out. He found out how far that blush went, how deep it could bloom under his touch.

As you trembled beneath him, teeth grazing chilled skin, the thought re-emerged, sneering, mocking.

Crush. Who’s got a crush?

That was how it started. It didn’t take long before sneaking around became second nature - hidden corridors, empty classrooms, anywhere you could get your hands on each other. No strings, no expectations. It was simple. It was easy. It became a vice.

But then, of course, it wasn’t.

Theo got the first inkling of that one afternoon, long before things had gone to hell. On the trek back from Herbology, Theo had found you sprawled out on the grass by the lake, hands resting on your diaphragm, soaking in the diffused sun.

He hadn’t been looking for you. Not consciously. And yet, he had found you all the same.

You cracked an eye open as he loomed over you, blocking the light.

“Can I help you?”

Theo smirked. “Lazing around, are we?”

“Didn’t take you for the type to care.” You sniffed with a faux injured tone as you sat up, brushing stray blades of grass from your uniform. “What do you want?”

Theo shrugged, dropping down beside you. “Dunno. Thought you’d have something interesting to say.”

You scoffed, gingerly rolling out your stiff neck. “Flattering.”

He didn’t respond. He plucked a leaf from your hair and flicked it aside.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The wind skimmed across the water, sending ripples through its surface. Somewhere in the distance, laughter rang from the castle courtyard. Your eyes fluttered shut as the breeze tickled your face. Theo watched the tiny shadows your eyelashes cast on the tops of your cheeks. The sight had no right being that comforting or soothing.

After a while, you sighed.

“I should get to class,” you murmured tiredly, eyes still closed.

Theo .

“Or…”

You opened your eyes. Your round, incomprehensibly expressive eyes.

“Or?”

He tilted his head, voice dropping just slightly. “Or we could make better use of our time.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away when his fingers grazed along your ribcage.

That was the thing. You were always just within reach. Never too far, never too close. It was like the way you crashed your lips into his, teeth catching on his bottom lip - addictive. Something he would not realise until he was suffering the withdrawal symptoms.

"I really have to get to class now," you whispered a while later, buttoning up your blouse. As you pulled your hand away from him, he caught your wrist unthinkingly. Stay, he felt the sudden urge to say. Skive off class to stay with me. To be with me.

He released your wrist as smoothly as he had caught it. He tried to shake off the ridiculous impulse.

You grinned, clearly oblivious, tugging his arm towards you as you nestled your neck into the crook of his neck, giving his middle a brief squeeze from behind. He gave a long-suffering sigh, turning his face towards the gleaming Great Lake to hide the traitorous smile twitching at the corners of his lips. With one last hurried kiss to his cheekbone, you gathered your things and headed back to the castle.

Theo sat there for a while longer. He felt sorry he hadn't found you sooner. He felt sorry you had to go to class. He felt sorry the moment had to come to an end.

Theo prided himself on control. On knowing what to expect from himself, from the world, from you. But something about you picked at that carefully maintained restraint. Maybe it was the way you’d hum under your breath, thoughtlessly, completely unaware of how the sound would coil in his chest, irritatingly pleasant. Maybe it was the way you’d brush your fingers on the inside of his wrist after the occasional argument, like some absentminded apology. Theo found himself thinking it was somehow more intimate than holding hands outright.

Or maybe it was the way you didn’t look at him like you expected anything more.

That should’ve been a relief. Instead, it made him uneasy.

Crush. Who’s got a crush?

Not him. Never him. He would make that explicitly clear the next time.

Only, the next time he saw you, it was with someone new.

Theo didn’t care. He didn’t. You had a boyfriend now. So what? It wasn’t like he and you had ever been a thing. Both of you had been aware that this was little more than a fling from the very beginning. Even so,

"This is all a bit sudden, I know," you had whispered to him in a shadowy corner near the Great Hall's doors after dinner one evening. Behind the two of you, students were trickling out, blissfully unaware of the gnawing pit in Theo's stomach. "It just...happened so fast. And things were always casual between us, weren't they?"

"Right."

Theo had stood there, nodding dumbly to whatever you were saying. Truth be told, he was still a little numb from the shock of seeing you in the Great Hall with an unfamiliar arm draped across your shoulders.

Theo pulled himself out of his haywire thoughts to see you hopefully looking up at him.

"So?"

Theo blinked. He hadn't been paying attention. "So what?"

You sighed, defeated.

"Please don't be mad at me, Theo."

"I'm not mad," he said, and it was true. He could never be mad at you. Gratefully, you squeezed his hand, eyes shining as you murmured one last thanks and slipped away into the shadows and out of his life.

In the days that came, he tried his best to be happy for you. Really, he did. After all, it's what you'd have wanted him to do. And yet...

“You’ve been an absolute arse lately,” Mattheo muttered one evening, rubbing his jaw where Theo had nearly hexed him in a fit of misdirected irritation.

Theo scowled. “And you've been insufferable, but you don't see me bitching about it.”

Mattheo raised his eyebrows. “Right. That why you’ve been snapping at everyone?"

Theo glared at him sourly. "Fuck off."

Mattheo exhaled wearily.

"Honestly, mate. What’s got you in such a mood?”

Theo didn’t answer. He didn’t owe Mattheo - or anyone, for that matter - a goddamn explanation. The truth sat heavy, unspoken, like a physical weight on his chest. Even as a child, Theo had been too selfish to share his toys, and now he was too selfish to wish you well in a life he wasn't a part of. He'd be hard-pressed to think anything remotely complimentary about that jackass that couldn't keep his lecherous hands off of you.

It was in the way his hands clenched into fists whenever he caught sight of you with him. He spent his days hatefully glaring daggers at your boyfriend, but only when he knew you weren't looking. He spent his nights chain-smoking behind the greenhouse till ungodly hours, the sharp burn of nicotine hardly dulling the itch under his skin.

It was in the way he caught himself waiting for you when he knew you wouldn't come.

Time healed all wounds, except this one, apparently. Week after week, the agony persisted, refusing to let up. Without his occasional fix, the hunger only grew sharper, more unbearable. The indulgence he used to take for granted had now morphed into withdrawal.

The absence of you turned into something like a sickness, nausea curling in his gut at the thought of you smiling at someone else the way you used to smile at him. Laughing at someone else's dry jokes the way you used to laugh at his. Doing the things you used to do with him with someone else.

It was ridiculous. He was ridiculous. It drove him ravenous all the same.

It was summer again when you next heard from Theo. As far as summer breaks went, this one had been quieter and a little more miserable than most others. When you glanced out the window, you hadn’t expected to see the familiar, faint glow of a cigarette, glowing starkly against the quickly setting dusk.

For a second, you thought it might be a trick of the light - your mind playing cruel games. But then, the ember shifted, and you could make out the rest of his broad, hulking silhouette.

Theo.

Leaning against his car, one hand in his pocket, the other bringing the cigarette to his lips, smoke curling in the cool night air. The same Theo who you hadn’t spoken to in months. The same Theo who, despite everything, still made your stomach flip in ways it shouldn’t.

You were out the door and in your driveway before you could stop yourself. The night air was crisp, cutting against your skin, but his gaze was warmer than you remembered. He took a long, slow drag of his cigarette, his smile as lazy as you remembered it.

“You're a long way from home, Nott” you said, crossing your arms. “You get lost?”

He flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his boot. When he looked at you, his usual lazy amusement had disappeared. The gleam in his eye was unreadable.

“Something like that," he said. "Thought you could use a ride.”

You stared at him. “That’s it?”

He quirked up an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a poorly suppressed giddy smile.

“What, you want me to say I missed you?”

You scoffed lightly, soaking in the warm glow seeping through your body. Same old shamelessly flirty Theo.

Still, you hesitated. You glanced back at your house. No one would miss you. Not that you were taking him up on his offer. You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t.

“Fine,” you muttered, walking towards him. “But only because you're so hopelessly lost.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he held the passenger door open for you.

Theo hadn't realised how much he’d missed you until you slid into the seat beside him, the scent of your perfume lingering in the air. He watched you buckle your seatbelt. He hadn’t seen you look this at ease in months. He knew why.

"This is nice," you said, breaking the silence. "I haven't really had the time to call anyone up since... since things ended with Derrick."

Theo played dumb, as if that wasn't the whole reason why he had shown up to your place. "Who? Oh. Him."

You rolled your eyes exactly the way you used to when it was just you and him, pre-Derrick.

"Shut up. Don't even try to pretend you didn't know."

A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he shifted into gear. He twisted to look out through the rear windshield as he reversed out of your driveway.

"I guess I knew a little."

Theo knew a lot more than a little. You hadn't realised it, but Theo had happened to witness your final fight with Derrick. In all those months of bitter resentment, nothing had been as soothing of a balm as that disappointed look on your face as you had walked away, deaf to your boyfriend's weak, wheedling protests. He had relished it - the final nail in the coffin, the confirmation that things were over with the two of you. All he had to do now was wait a respectable amount of time before coming around to sympathise, lick your wounds, and welcome you back with open arms.

Now, he went up a gear. "For what it's worth, he didn't seem all that good of a boyfriend to begin with."

You snorted from where you were resting your head against the edge of the window, your hair whipping around your face as you gazed unseeingly into the trees that zipped by. "You got that part right."

"Juvenile. Whiny."

"A little."

"Insensitive."

You sighed. "Sometimes."

"Terrible in bed, too."

"Y - " You stopped short, shooting Theo a bewildered look. "Have you been talking to Ivy?"

He didn't respond. Instead, he turned up the song playing in the background - low, pulsing. He pressed his foot down on the gas.

Faster. You glanced at him. He met your gaze questioningly.

"Too fast?"

You gave him a sharp look, but there was a glint in your eyes.

“As if.”

Theo grinned. He pushed it further, the road blurring at the edges. The thrill of it buzzed under his skin, the simmering, reckless kind of high he hadn’t felt in far too long. And when he glanced back at you, hair windblown, lips parted slightly -

Fuck.

You weren’t his. Not yet. But for this one night, you were here, sitting in his car, less than an arm's length away, head mindlessly swaying to his music. And that was enough.

#theo nott #theo nott x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theodore nott angst

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songbirdseung · 1 day ago

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𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝒀 / 𝑺𝑰𝑴 𝑱𝑨𝑬𝒀𝑼𝑵

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚�� 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬

Everyone kind of saw your boyfriend, Jake, as the babygirl in the relationship; the one to be spoiled, taken care of, and loved on constantly. And to be fair, they weren’t exactly wrong. He was your baby. The one you’d drop everything for, the one you’d die for. You’d do anything to make him happy, and he knew it, taking full advantage with those wide, pleading eyes and that cheeky grin that could get him anything he wanted.

But what people didn’t see was the way the roles would sometimes reverse.

Because there were moments, many moments, actually, where Jake completely flipped the script. He wasn’t always the clingy, whiny, spoiled one. No, there were times when he’d turn it all the way around, going above and beyond to baby you instead, never letting you lift a single finger, doting on you as if you were royalty. And when you finally sat him down, hands holding his face as you begged him to just relax and stop doing so much for you?

He never listened.

"Jakey, seriously-"

“Mm-mm.” He’d shake his head, placing a finger against your lips with a playful smirk. "You take care of me all the time, babe. Let me do this for you, okay?"

And you couldn’t even argue because every single time, those puppy eyes would come out, that signature pout curving on his lips, and you folded like a house of cards. The moment you gave in, that innocent pout would shift into a triumphant smirk, and before you knew it, he’d be dragging you along somewhere, his next surprise already planned.

It was the little things, too. The way he could take the most mundane moments and make them feel like a fairytale, the way he never let you sit in boredom for too long, always finding ways to entertain you. Whether that meant teasing you endlessly, poking at your sides just to hear you squeal, or pulling you into his lap and demanding your attention because he was your boyfriend and you were legally obligated to adore him 24/7.

Sure, Jake was your babygirl. But more often than not, he was also the one making sure you had everything you needed, never letting you go without, proving that underneath all his teasing and clinginess was a boyfriend who would literally carry the weight of the world if it meant making your life easier.

Like right now.

“Sim Jaeyun, just come back for the rest,” you called, watching in amusement as he hauled every single grocery bag from the trunk, arms flexing under the weight as he refused to do a second trip.

"Shut up and just open the front door, woman," he shot back, jaw clenched as he balanced a watermelon on his hip like it was a toddler.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you stepped aside and let him inside. He really was something else. The perfect balance between boyfriend and best friend. The type to poke fun at you at every given opportunity, but also the type to kiss away your pout before you could even think of being mad at him.

And it was little things like that that made your heart swell.

Like when he’d text you while out, giving you barely five seconds to respond before fake-threatening to leave you empty-handed.

"hey dummy, i’m coming home soon, need anything?" "reply now or i’m leaving the store." "fine. ignore your loving boyfriend who just wanted to do something nice for you."

And yet, even when you did ignore his texts, he always came home with something anyway. A snack you’d been craving, a new hoodie he saw and just knew you’d love, or even a single flower, just because he felt like getting you one.

And when he placed it all in front of you, arms crossed, lips forming that exaggerated frown, demanding an apology in the form of babying him back?

Yeah, you’d just roll your eyes and pull him into your arms, rubbing his back like a child as you cooed, "My poor, neglected Jakey. How ever will you survive without my attention?"

And the second you started babying him? That pout disappeared, his smirk returning, his arms wrapping around you as he buried his face into your neck.

Yeah, you spoiled him.

But, God, did he spoil you right back.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen au #engene #enha #enhypen x reader #jake #jaeyun #sim jaeyun #jake enhypen #jake sim #jake sim imagines #jake sim x reader #jake x reader #sim jake #enhypen jake

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cybrasigilism · 1 day ago

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A Tight Squeeze (Nam-gyu/Player 124 X F! Reader SMUT ONESHOT)

character: nam-gyu (player 124)

A/N: been wanting to write a virginity loss fic with him ever since i posted the thanos one a bit ago! this is also me realizing i’ve only ever written smut for nam-gyu, whoops. YALL PLEASE GIVE ME FLUFF REQUESTS FOR HIM IM BEGGING, i swear i am not the goonmaster 😔🙏

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

you honestly weren’t fully sure how or why it came out, but news of your virginity caught your team’s attention— at least it certainly caught nam-gyu’s.

you would be lying if you didn’t admit that you actually hoped he would feel inclined to do something about it, so the excitement you felt later when you saw him approaching your bed was expected. you tried to make it seem like you hadn’t noticed him walking towards you, but nam-gyu wasn’t stupid.

“the hell was that about back there?” he asked, you looked up at him, still playing up the act of you totally not wanting him to do things to you during lights out that the guards surely wouldn’t approve of. “what do you mean? thanos asked a question.. i answered.” you responded, looking nam-gyu up and down in a fashion that 100% just gave your intentions away.

he scoffed, looking back to where his friend presumably sat, before kneeling down to meet you face-to-face. “yeah, i’m sure that’s it… and totally not because you want me to fuck you, right?”

you were taken aback by nam-gyu’s forwardness. he saw right through this poorly played-out “innocent” act of yours, and you really ought to have been ashamed.

but of course you weren’t.

you clearly had no shame in the way you squeezed your thighs together right in front of him— was part of you actually expecting him not to notice? “you mean you’d actually want to take someone’s virginity?” you ask, biting your lip as your mind cycled through several impure thoughts.

nam-gyu’s eyes widened, like he was pretending to be shocked at how horny you clearly were. he side eyed some people who were watching on from afar, before returning his gaze to your disheveled state. “you’d be surprised…”

you squirmed a bit in your seat with anticipation, feeling your heartbeat in your throat. you wanted to say something, anything, because you feared that if you didn’t… suddenly the offer would be off the table. your mind wandered to the point where you didn’t even realize you were hardcore staring at nam-gyu’s hands, which again did not go unnoticed on his part.

“what’s the matter?” he leaned in, snapping you back to reality, his voice dropping to a whisper, “realized you started something you can’t finish?”

you could have sworn he’d be able to hear your heartbeat with the way it was pounding in your ears. just as your eyes darted to his lips, that goddamn bell rang signalling thirty minutes ‘til lights out. before he left, nam-gyu leaned in to whisper something in your ear that got those butterflies working overtime in your stomach.

“don’t fall asleep.”

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it had been a few minutes into lights out, and you laid on your side— impatiently awaiting whatever it was that nam-gyu had planned. why would he have told you to stay awake if he wasn’t going to do something?

the minutes passed at lightning speed in your head as you began to worry that this was all a prank. it wouldn’t be far off for someone like nam-gyu, who you quickly learned was kind of an asshole during the short time you two had gotten to know each other. he and thanos were probably going to laugh their asses off in the morning when they saw your sleep deprived state; knowing that their nasty little plan had worked and—

“fuck, did you listen to a word i said?” you shot up at hearing nam-gyu’s voice behind you, a wave of relief washed over you. the look of panic was left behind on your face, to which he chuckled at— but that didn’t phase you. “thank god, i thought you weren’t gonna co—“

he bridged the gap between the two of you with a rough kiss. you could tell he was doing this to shut you up, so as not to blow your cover— but all your focus on that went out the window when he slipped his tongue between your lips.

you moaned into nam-gyu’s mouth as he laid you back into the stiff mattress, positioning himself between your now open legs all the while. he broke the kiss, taking in the sight of how hot and bothered he already had you.

“shit..” he gasped, his chest heaving ever so slightly, “you’re so fucking horny right now, aren’t you?” you nodded shamelessly, a raspy whine leaving your throat. you didn’t know if it was due to your lack of sleep or not, but it almost looked like nam-gyu was out of his depth with this one— like he hadn’t quite realized just how into him you actually were.

“you do realize how this looks, right?” he tilted his head, running his hands up and down your thighs; causing your body to shiver. “what.. what do you mean?” you stumbled over your words a bit, but given your current situation, who could blame you?

“you look desperate as fuck.” he whispered blatantly, now fully above you, holding himself up with his free arm as he let his right hand wander. “i mean, when we were talking before.. did you really not think i’d see you staring at my hands like that? i know you said you wanted me to fuck you, but some subtlety wouldn’t go amiss.”

you tried to pay attention to the words coming out of his mouth, you really did, but when he slid his hands beneath the waistband of your pants your brain went fuzzy. “how ‘bout you beg for my fingers, hm?” he teased, his hand ghosting over your panties as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“aw, don’t act shy now.. what happened to the desperate little slut i was just talking to?” his words were cutting, at least they should have been, but for some reason the way he spoke down to you made you feel something you’d not felt before. “oh, that’s right.. i almost forgot,” you could see the realization hit him, how could he have forgotten that you were a virgin?

you opened your eyes to give him a somewhat annoyed look, which he shot right back at you. “hey, don’t give me that. you’re pretty slutty for someone who’s never gotten fucked before.”

you wanted to retort with something clever, but you were too focused on wanting nam-gyu to fuck you into next week to be bothered.

“please.. i need it so bad…” you whimpered, bucking your hips up into his hand. he could have taken that and accepted it, but you know that it wouldn’t have been that easy— this was nam-gyu.

he laughed as he pulled his hand away, leaning in closer to you as you cried out at how unfair he was being. “need what? i’m gonna need to hear you say it.”

“need you t’ touch me, please.. i want you s’ bad..” he should have been very complimented, given the fact that he had only kissed you and you were already coming undone for him. without warning, nam-gyu slipped two fingers inside you, almost too effortlessly with how wet you already were.

you tried your best to keep it down, lest you wake any of the other players up with your pathetic noises— but nam-gyu still had to cover your mouth to silence you.

“fuck, at least try to be quiet.. don’t want anyone else to hear, right?” he may as well have been talking to the wall at this rate, your mind only focused on one thing— that being his fingers working absolute magic in your pants. with how fast he was going already, you were sure to cum soon. you both knew this, and of course nam-gyu wasn’t going to let you have it that easy.

you moaned desperately into his hand as he slowed down, rubbing circles into your clit while he did so. “such a good little whore, taking my fingers so well.. you’re sure you’ve never done this before?” he looked at you in a way that suggested he thought you were full of shit about being a virgin. you glared at him, at least to the best of your ability— before he pulled his hand from your cunt to slap your ass.

“usually, when someone asks you a question.. you answer them.” you looked up at him with tears in your eyes, as if you were silently begging him to keep fucking you with his hands. “…but i guess it’s better if you don’t say anything right now, huh.” you cried into his hand, before he decided enough was enough and you found his fingers back where you wanted them.

if this was telling for what was to come later on, than this was going to be a long night for you.

and you couldn’t wait.

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thank you for reading! you guys are gonna have to pry nam-gyu from my cold, dead hands atp great heavens

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novvabee · 19 hours ago

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A Real Good Time

um... i am shocked I even wrote this. so this is like the longest fic i think i've written and it is by far the nastiest, horniest thing i've also ever written... you're welcome i guess?

Summary: poly!marauders x reader x rosekiller, the marauders share reader with Barty and Evan...

CW: MDNI!!!!!! smut!! idk everything man, you tell me. smoking, swearing, voyerism, sharing?, overstimulation, masturbation, (cumplay?), oral, unprotected sex, choking, smacking/spanking, roughness?, reader is a brat. oh this is also not proofread

word count: 4.3k

“What’s ours is yours.” Sirius said boastfully to your friends lounging on the floor of your dorm. You gaped at your boyfriend, not believing what he just said.

Barty threw his head back in laughter, Evan smirking at you. You looked down quickly, slightly embarrassed by the whole situation.

The whole conversation had been so abrupt and derailed faster than you could stop it.

You had your friends over for a fun evening in your dorm. You all mostly played games and chatted, you could all find fun no matter what, so it didn’t really matter what you got up to as long as you were all there. It was especially easy in the boys’ room, the massive space filled with squashy and fluffy sofas, armchairs and beanbags, half of which they stole from the common room.

The evening turned quickly into night which turned into the early hours of the morning, and one by one, all of your friends cut out and headed to bed. Lily and Marlene were the last to leave, leaving only Barty and Evan now. They too said they would head to bed, but wanted Remus to roll them a joint they could all share before they left.

The boys enthusiastically agreed and Remus started rolling.

You don’t know how the topic of sex was introduced, Sirius made a comment to Barty along the lines of “You’re just leaving so you can wind up in Rosier’s bed.” Which then made him reply with “Careful, or I might just take Y/N along with us when we go and show her what a real good time looks like,” as he made grabby hands for you.

You chuckled and swatted his hands away, hoping a blush wasn’t creeping across your cheeks for them to see. The thought of that…

Remus finished rolling the joint and lit it, the room becoming hazy with smoke. “Is that something you'd be interested in, love?” he questioned you. He had a tone of curiosity laced in his voice mixed with something familiar to you, excitement at the thought. Shit, maybe you were blushing, because how did he sense that from across the room? Both Sirius and James perked up at this.

It’s not like you hadn’t thought about Evan and Barty in that way, in fact, Barty was the first crush you ever had. But ever since you started dating your boys, no one else interested you at all.

Sure the boys could share, they shared you didn’t they? But you never thought that they would be interested in sharing you with others.

“W-what,” you stuttered.

Remus passed the joint off to Evan who was looking at you with intrigue, and waltzed over to where you sat cross legged in an oversized armchair. “We can share,” he said, motioning to Sirius and James. “In fact, this is something we’ve talked about before, we just didn’t know if you would be up for it.” Was the weed making him that much bolder? To say all of this in front of Barty and Evan?

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to find the right words, but ultimately failing. You looked to Sirius and James for reassurance, but they were no help, giving you the same lust filled eyes that you were receiving from Barty and Evan now.

The air in the room suddenly felt too thick to breathe, all you could do was stare up at Remus.

His gaze softened on you for a moment. “Baby, if you say yes, we would love to watch our pretty girl,” he explained softly to you. “But if you say no we’ll just tell them to fuck off and have you ourselves, does that sound alright?”

You smiled slightly, the tension easing a bit. Then you nodded up at him, “It is something that interests me.”

He smiled down at you, placing his palm on your cheek which you happily nuzzled into.

“Wait, so you’re saying you want to watch us fuck your girl?” Evan asked, amusement written all over his face.

“That’s what we’re saying,” James affirmed.

“What’s ours is yours.” Sirius said, causing Barty to laugh and Evan to eye you up and down. “For tonight.”

Evan made his way to where you were still perched in the armchair, taking your face in his hand. The action was so like what Remus had just done, but it couldn’t feel any more different. Remus’s hand was soft and gentle, while Evan’s was rougher, gripping your jaw tighter and squishing your cheek into a pout, forcing you to look up at him.

“You sure about this doll?” He asked quietly. You did your best to nod for him but this made him tsk. “None of that, words.” he demanded.

“Yes, I’m sure.” you replied, his grip making it a bit tough to respond but you managed.

“Good,” he hummed.

Barty then made his way over as well. Both the tall men eyeing you down, you felt smaller than ever under their gazes.

Maybe it was because he wanted to hurry this along, or maybe he was taking pity on you, but Barty held out his hand for you to take. You hesitated but placed your hand in his as he pulled you to your feet, his grasp surprisingly gentle. He pulled you up and in between his and Evan’s bodies, both encroaching on your space.

Barty tilted your head up to look him in the eye. He looked so calm right now, a direct contrast to his usual demeanor. Maybe he could sense the nerves radiating off of you, so he was making it easier, making you more comfortable. He leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, the act so unsensual to the moment, but felt like just what you needed. You cracked a smile up at him.

“There she is,” he hummed in response, taking your face in both hands. He leaned in again, this time kissing your jaw, then down to your neck. You relaxed, your head falling back and right onto the shoulder of Evan who had copied Barty’s movements, beginning to kiss the other side of your neck.

You peeked over to your boyfriends, all lounging on the sofas across from you, James falling into the armchair you had just vacated. You were looking to see any sign of hesitation, any sign that they weren’t comfortable with this, but the looks on their faces told you there was nothing to worry about right now. James had a look of awe in his eyes while Remus was relaxing into the sofa and getting comfortable, waiting for the show to begin. You couldn’t quite place the look that Sirius had, somewhere between amusement and thrill of a challenge in front of him.

This was their way of saying ‘go ahead, relax, have fun.’ So fun you would have.

You felt Evan’s hands begin to wander from behind you, feeling his way slowly from your hips to your waist.

A single thought continued to bounce around your skull as the two boys sucked harshly at your jaw and neck, a thought that you couldn’t shake. You smiled to yourself, if it was a show your boyfriends want, then it was a show they would get.

You moaned out and entangled your fingers into Evan’s wavy locks. You gripped his hair and this seemed to encourage him as he chuckled against your skin, the heat warming the entire side of your face, then nipping at the spot.

You whimpered and moved your hips back, just enough to brush against Evan. He gripped your hips even tighter and pulled you impossibly close to him.

“I love the noises she makes,” Barty mused, now smirking down at you. He took the bottom of your shirt and lifted it slowly, you not stopping him at all. He lifted it over your head and pulled it off of you finally, throwing it over to your boyfriends. Evan took this time to unclasp your bra, letting it pop open before sliding it down your arms and letting it fall to the floor. You took a deep, steadying breath as Barty smiled softly down at you. You took the initiative and slid your shorts down your legs, stepping out of them and leaving you only in your panties in front of them.

He took your wrist in his hand before falling backwards onto the couch across from your boyfriends, pulling you down with him.

You squealed as you landed on top of him, giggling the whole way down.

Barty adjusted himself on the couch as you made your way down his legs, making sure to keep your eyes on him the entire time. He looked heavenly and you didn’t want to miss a moment of his expressions as you unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down on his jeans.

You struggled a bit on purpose and looked up at him with a faux pathetic expression to get him to help you. He leaned forward to place yet another kiss on the tip of your nose before sliding his jeans down for you. You pouted up at him and tugged at the waistband, wanting to get him to do all the work for you.

“Awe,” He cooed, “not used to putting in some hard work yourself?”

You frowned and slipped a finger in his waistband, pulling back and letting it snap against his abdomen. He snatched your wrist in his hand, amused but clearly growing frustrated by your actions.

“I'll help this once,” he said, the most stern you had heard him this entire time, “But be a good girl, yeah?”

He slid his boxers off, his dick already red and leaking. He was big, probably the same size as Sirius. You looked up at him and smiled.

Before moving any further, you looked to your boyfriends to check that everything was still alright. Both Sirius and James already had their hands wrapped around their cocks, lazily tugging and watching you. You smiled again, turning your attention to the cock in front of you.

You started by licking Barty from base to tip, just like how Siri showed you all that time ago. You gave him a few licks which earned you a small groan and you giggled at the sound, peaking a look up at him, his head thrown back and shirt riding up his toned stomach.

You took his tip fully in your mouth, giving it a little suck, intent on taking your time and working him up, but Barty being Barty had it down your throat with one quick thrust. It made sense, you hadn’t seen Barty sit still for all of three minutes in a normal situation. You gagged a little at the intrusion, but quickly recovered, fitting as much of him in your mouth as you could, then using your hand for the rest.

“Good girl,” He praised, head still thrown over the edge of the couch.

You sucked again and again, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you could, setting your own pace.

You felt Evan’s fingers trace the outline of your core over your panties, the fabric no doubt soaked through. He used his thumb to rub your clit in small circles.

You moaned at the feeling, the vibrations making Barty moan as well, the sound utterly sinful. Barty pulled your hair off of your face and into a makeshift ponytail, disregarding your set pace and fucking your throat at his own instead.

Evan picked up on this and rubbed your clit in rhythm to Barty’s thrusts. You choked out another moan, eyes watering as you tried to catch little breaths in between Barty’s ruthless pace.

Evan’s hands gripped your hips again, placing himself behind you. He was getting impatient, you could tell by his movements. He didn’t even try to pull off your panties for you, he just pulled them to the side and continued his ministrations to your clit.

Barty’s breathing became uneven and shallow, you looked up at him through your lashes and could see how good you were making him feel. His brows were pulled tight together and his mouth was open slightly, letting out whines and breathless moans. It was nothing compared to the noises that James makes, but for now it would do.

Before you could even think, you felt the tip of Evan’s dick tracing up and down your dripping core. The action made you gasp around Barty’s dick. You wiggled your hips the best you could, trying to feel more of Evan and test the waters.

You heard Evan chuckle behind you, felt his hand leave your ass and swat down. This made you jump, Barty’s dick managing to hit the back of your throat without a warning. You whined as Barty moaned.

You pulled off of him for a moment, intent on complaining to Evan that he made you choke, but before you could turn your way around and get him in your line of sight, he slammed himself into you.

This made you jerk forward, your cheek pressed to Barty’s abdomen. “Ugh, why’d you stop, pretty?” he asked you.

You weren’t able to answer him due to the way Evan was pounding into you. You were trying to catch your breath in order to moan, but the pace that Evan had set made you almost forget how. You dug your nails into Barty’s thighs under you, hoping it would ground you somewhat. Barty hissed in pain above you, but made no move to stop you.

Evan was sliding in and out of you so easily, so quickly, you had no time to even think about anything except how good you felt.

You caught a glimpse of your boyfriends across from you, Sirius’s mouth now around Remus who was looking you dead in the eye and smoke falling from his parted lips. On any normal occasion, this sight would be enough to push you over the edge, but now, it somehow drew you back into reality.

You moaned, the sound filling the space and mixing with Evan’s groans and James’s breathless sounds from the other side of the room. Every noise borderline pornographic.

Barty gently brushed a lock of hair from your face. “Feel good, pretty girl?” he asked, a smug grin cut across his face.

“Y-yes,” you moaned out, remembering to play it up a bit for your voyeur boyfriends.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Evan chuckled, keeping up his pace. You were slightly caught off guard with that question, trying to focus on an answer. Impatient, he reached down to pull your hair, giving it a tug until you were eye to eye with Barty who smirked and tilted his head to the side, waiting for your answer.

“R-remmy-y and Siri.. a-and Ja-amsie.” you replied. Although Evan was fucking you, you would never betray your boys. You were wholly theirs, and they were yours.

“Is that so? Then how come we’re the ones getting to use it now? Huh?” he teased.

“Cause they’re just s-so generous. Helpin’ out t-the less fortunate ‘n a-all” you replied, still finding a way to brat off. This probably made Sirius prouder than ever. At least just because it wasn’t him you were mouthing off to.

“She really does have a mouth on her doesn’t she?” He asked Barty and without warning flipped you onto your stomach, continuing his brutal pace. You had to hand it to them, they were trying their hardest to break you, but you couldn’t be broken. Not when you won the lottery not once but three times over in Sirius, James, and Remus.

“Fuck!” You cried out and arched your back, this new position had Evan hitting your sweet spot over and over in the most perfect way. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself barreling towards the edge.

Evan pulled out and stood from where he was kneeling behind you. “Switch with me.” He ordered Barty.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Barty answered him, excitement dripping off his words.

You panted hard, using this time to try and fill your lungs. Now that it was Barty’s turn to fuck you, you knew you were going to be in for a ride. If that is the level of stamina that Evan had, you didn’t think you were prepared for Barty.

Barty hovered over you, smiling down with amusement and lust. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked with fake intrigue. You don’t know why but this annoyed you. Your face must have shown signs of this annoyance because he leaned down and whispered, “At least be better for me than you were for Evan, yeah? No one likes a brat.”

You rolled your eyes in response.

You felt a sharp sting at your thigh from where Barty smacked you. This one hurt more than the warning swat that Evan gave you, his red hand print already imprinted on your skin. The shock wore off after a moment and what Sirius would like to call ‘brattiness’ set in.

How dare they, they aren’t your boyfriends. They don’t get to dictate your mood or attitude, especially when they’ve been so self serving up until now, no even allowing you to cum yet. Not even making you cum.

You opened your mouth to make your thoughts known, but Barty seemingly had run out of patience with you. He gripped your throat and pushed you back onto the sofa, squeezing this fingers on either side of your neck and sending a fuzzy feeling throughout your entire body. You whimpered and gasped, struggling to breathe with your head hung over the end of the cushions. Evan made great use of this, cock shoving past your parted lips and down your throat with no warning, the same way Barty did.

You would have panicked, not taking a deep enough breath before Evan’s entire length was cutting off your airway, if it weren’t for Remus and Sirius doing basically the same thing when punishing you sometimes.

Evan set his own pace, thrusting deep into your throat each time. Barty took this opportunity to push into you as well, taking you inch by inch. You heard both Evan and Barty groan out at the feeling of you around them.

Evan pulled out slightly for you to breathe, which you quickly took, thankfully swirling your tongue around his tip and making his hips buck back into your mouth.

Barty was moving agonizingly slow, making sure to fully fill you before pulling almost completely out and starting again. You jerked your hips up, signaling for him to move, to do something. He chuckled.

“Seems like you’ve got a brat on your hands,” He said over to your boyfriends. This was the first time they were verbally acknowledged since starting.

Sirius chuckled, “Trust me, we know.”

Barty halted all actions which made you jerk yet again, becoming frustrated with the lack of movement.

“Is that, why you wanted us to fuck her?” Evan asked, “Wanted someone to finally tame her?”

You rolled your eyes at this, slightly grazing Evan’s cock with your teeth. Not hard, or a lot, just enough to get your message across. He replied with a particularly rough thrust down your throat again, making you choke and gag.

“Oh please,” James chimed in, “She would break you before you even got close to taming her.”

“It's true,” Remus laughed at the thought of Evan and Barty actually trying to ‘tame’ you, something that not even he could really do.

Barty hummed with delight. “Well, what does princess have to say about that?” He asked.

Evan gave you another thrust before pulling out and letting you speak. You coughed as you caught your breath, your throat becoming sore with all the abuse.

You looked him in the eye, remembering the fact that you still hadn’t cum yet. You thought this was supposed to be a fun experience. You remembered what he had said, bragged to your boyfriends earlier.

“I thought you were supposed to show me what a real good time looks like.” you spat.

Barty blinked at you before smirking.

He didn’t bother answering you, just lifted your hips up off the couch and snapped his hips into yours. You let out a high pitched scream, not expecting this at all.

Finally, you knew how to get what you want, and in most cases, that just means a snide comment or bratty behavior. Works just as well on Evan and Bart as it did on your boyfriends, who knew.

You heard Sirius snicker, the brattiness amusing him.

You had every right to be worried before, Evan’s pace was brutal, Barty’s was ruthless, cruel. He was hitting so deep inside of you that your moans raised in pitch with each thrust.

Evan followed in Barty’s lead, lazily reaching down to where you and Barty connected and rubbed small circles over your clit again. The feeling overwhelming you, back arching even in Barty’s hold on you.

You thought you would return the favor, taking Evan in your hand and pumping his cock in time with Barty fucking you. His eyes fluttered shut and a line appeared between his brows, muttering a small “Fuck,” under his breath. You didn’t know his body well at all, but you would say he was probably close.

Between Evan’s skilled fingers and Barty hitting your cervix over and over, the painful pleasure was what you were seeking, finally tipping you toward the edge of climax.

Barty’s fingers were sure to be bruised into your hips as he kept his grip and fucked you as if you weighed nothing, just a doll for his pleasure.

Evan swatted you again, this time making contact with your sensitive bud. You threw your head back and cried out as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Barty kept his pace and so did Evan, both intent on letting you ride it out with their help.

But that wasn’t the case at all, even as you came down off of the high of your orgasm, their pace didn't falter. You whined and tried to squirm away from them, but Barty gripped you harder, pulling you back. Evan didn’t halt either, in fact his fingers were working faster than before.

“W-wait, wait please,” you stuttered, trying your best to get them to let up for a moment. You were trying hard to wiggle your way out of their reach, but it was no use, all you could do was take what they were giving you.

The moans that were coming from you were the same as the ones coming from your boyfriends, you knew they were ready to cum from the way they all sounded. You wanted it to be them fucking you stupid right now, but watching them watch you was adding so much to your arousal, these images of them would be burned into your brain for the rest of time and you hoped you were providing the same for them.

“F-fuck, fuck,” you heard James whine, catching the sight of him just in time to see him come undone, white ropes of cum landing in his abs and thighs.

You moaned at the sight, your Jamesie looking so dirty and breathless, all because of you. And all you really had to do was look pretty.

This pushed you over the edge again, vision going hazy and feeling hot all over, shaking and trying to push Evan’s hand away from you. To your surprise he actually obliged, removing his soaked hand and moving it to grab your throat and squeeze. His other hand went down to his own throbbing cock, jerking himself off above your face.

You made a breathless sound, Barty, finally becoming sloppy in his thrusts, groaned out “Fuck, I’m close.”. Your whole body felt limp and tired, but his final thrusts into you were deep enough to make you see stars.

You cried at the overuse of your cunt, Barty pulling out in time to cum all over your stomach, Evan doing the same, releasing on your chest. Your body a sticky hot mess from Barty and Evan. You panted hard, your body tired from the whole night.

Sirius and Remus made their way into your view, both fisting their own cocks with need, both breathless and on the edge.

Sirius came first, his beautiful moans prefacing his cum landing over both Evan and Barty’s, mixing with the rest of the fluid across your torso.

This left Remus. You looked up at him, scrambling to your knees and opening your mouth for him. He let out a small chuckle before throwing his head back and releasing a throaty moan.

You licked the underside of his dick as he came in your mouth, the liquid quickly filling up your mouth and dribbling out the sides, down your neck and chest.

“Fuck,” you heard multiple boys say at once.

You swallowed what made it into your mouth and giggled, taking in everyone’s satisfied states.

Evan and Barty dressed and joked with your boyfriends about how it’s unfair they kept you to themselves all this time. They asked if you were alright about a thousand times, Sirius telling them they would take care of you from here. You all bid your goodnights and Barty and Evan finally left for bed.

You were happy to be all alone with your boyfriends now, James having cleaned you up and gave you one of his shirts to wear. You cuddled into bed with them, feeling more grateful for them than ever. Sure the sex with Barty and Evan was fun, but no one knew you like your boys did, no one could make you feel like they did. No one could measure up to the pleasure you felt, nor the safety afterward.

This late night became the early morning that led you to see the sunrise as you dozed off in your boyfriends arms.

i-... idk what to even say here. here ya go.

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f1girliefics · 19 hours ago

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Beyond the Finish Line

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: For years, Fernando Alonso has lived life in the fast lane, but nothing prepares him for the moment you tell him he’s going to be a father.

You had rehearsed the moment in your head a hundred times.

You envisioned different reactions, shock, joy, maybe even fear.

But nothing could have prepared you for the way Fernando actually looked at you when you told him.

"I'm pregnant."

The words hung in the air between you, soft but heavy with meaning. You watched as his expression flickered through a series of emotions, confusion, realization, and then something deeper.

Something indescribable.

His lips parted slightly as if he were about to speak but couldn’t quite find the words. And then, after a long, silent pause, his hands reached for yours, his grip warm and firm.

"Are you sure?" he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your heart hammering. "I took three tests."

A smile spread across his face, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. "We're going to have a baby?"

Your eyes welled up as you nodded again, and before you could say another word, he wrapped you in his arms, holding you close.

You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, strong and steady.

"Dios mío," he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "This... this is the best news."

From that moment on, Fernando was more alert than ever.

If you so much as sighed, he was by your side, asking if you needed anything. If you crave something, he would find a way to get it, no matter how absurd the request.

"Fernando, it’s two in the morning."

"Yes, and you said you wanted churros. I’m making churros."

And he did.

The kitchen smelled of fried dough and cinnamon as he stood over the stove, determined to make you the perfect snack. You sat on the counter, watching him, a hand resting on your growing belly.

"You’re ridiculous, you know that?"

He turned, a smirk playing on his lips. "And yet, you love me."

It wasn’t just the cravings, he was obsessed with making sure you were comfortable.

When your feet swelled, he massaged them without hesitation. When morning sickness left you exhausted, he held your hair back and whispered reassurances.

Every appointment, every ultrasound, he was there, asking the doctor countless questions, making sure everything was perfect for you and the baby.

One night, you found him in the nursery, standing by the crib he had assembled. He was running his hand over the wooden frame, lost in thought.

"You okay?" you asked, stepping inside.

He turned, his expression softer than usual. "I just... I can’t believe it. We’re really going to be parents."

You smiled, placing his hand over your belly, where the baby had just kicked. "Believe it."

His eyes shone with emotion as he dropped to his knees, pressing a kiss to your stomach. "I love you," he whispered to both you and the baby. "Both of you. More than anything."

---

Fernando had never felt helpless in his life.

On the track, he was in control. Every turn, every decision, it was all within his power.

But here, in the hospital room, watching you fight through wave after wave of pain, he could do nothing but be there.

"Breathe, mi amor," he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours, his hands gripping yours tightly. "You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you."

You squeezed his hand but he never flinched.

He whispered encouragements, stroked your hair, kissed your damp forehead. When the pain became unbearable, he was your anchor, grounding you.

"I can't-" you sobbed at one point, exhaustion weighing you down.

Fernando shook his head, his voice firm but gentle. "Yes, you can. You’re the strongest person I know. One more push, cariño."

And then, after what felt like an eternity, a sound filled the room, a sharp, tiny cry.

Your baby’s cry.

Fernando’s breath hitched as the doctor placed the tiny, wriggling bundle into your arms. His eyes were glossy, his lips slightly parted in awe.

"We did it," you whispered, exhausted but overwhelmed with emotion.

He reached out, his fingers brushing gently against the baby’s cheek before cupping the back of their head.

"No," he corrected softly, pressing a trembling kiss to your temple. "You did it. You are incredible."

As he held your child for the first time, his entire world shifted. Formula 1 had given him victories, championships, records.

But nothing compared to this.

His greatest victory. His greatest love. His family.

Later that night, after the chaos had settled, he sat beside you, your newborn cradled against his chest. The sight of him now completely at peace as he rocked his child, made your heart swell.

"He has your nose," you murmured sleepily, watching the way he studied every tiny feature.

He smiled, looking down his son. "And your stubbornness, I’m sure."

You chuckled, shifting closer to him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "I love you," he whispered.

And as you drifted to sleep, your family whole and complete, you knew this was your greatest victory, too.

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Title: Panic

A few days had passed since dinner with your parents. Marshall was on the floor with the kids, half-watching a movie while Hailie and Stevie argued about the plot. It was a rare, normal afternoon—one where his mind wasn’t running a hundred miles an hour, where he wasn’t gripping you too tight just to feel you. He'd sent you on a perfectly normal grocery run. Something people do everyday.

And then his phone rang.

He almost didn’t answer, thinking it was some random call, but something in his gut told him to look.

Unknown Number.

He frowned, answering with a clipped, “Yeah?”

“Hi, is this Marshall Mathers?”

His stomach dropped. The voice was too calm, too professional.

“Yeah,” he said, already standing up, already knowing. “Who’s this?”

“This is St. John’s Hospital. Your wife was in a car accident.”

Everything inside him froze.

The room blurred, the sound of the kids talking fading into static.

“She—” His voice cracked, his throat closing. “She okay?”

“She’s stable, but she sustained some injuries and was brought in by ambulance. You should come in as soon as possible.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, already grabbing his keys, barely registering the way his hands shook. “Yeah, I’m—I’m coming.”

He barely remembered getting to the hospital.

Somehow, he had gotten the kids to his brother’s place, told them something vague enough not to scare them but firm enough to let them know he had to go.

Now, he was standing in the middle of a too-bright hospital hallway, demanding answers from a nurse who was trying her best to calm him down.

“She’s in recovery,” she said patiently. “She had a mild concussion and some bruised ribs, but she’s awake.”

That was all he needed to hear.

Before she could finish, he was moving, pushing past the door, his breath short, his chest tight.

And then—

There you were.

Sitting up in the hospital bed, looking exhausted, looking a little battered—but alive.

His legs nearly gave out.

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, closing the distance in seconds, his hands cupping your face, his lips pressing against your forehead, your cheeks, anywhere he could reach. “What the fuck happened?”

You gave him a weak smile. “Car ran a red light. Hit the driver’s side.”

Marshall’s stomach twisted. He could see it in his mind—the impact, the way your body must have jolted, the way you must have been thrown—

He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking. “Fuck,” he muttered, his forehead resting against yours. “You scared the shit outta me.”

Your fingers brushed against his wrist, grounding him. “I’m okay,” you whispered. “I promise.”

He pulled back, his eyes scanning every inch of you, his hands running over your arms, your waist, as if he had to make sure for himself.

“Never letting you go anywhere alone again,” he muttered.

You huffed a soft laugh. “That might be a little extreme.”

“I don’t care.” His voice was shaking. “Could’ve lost you.”

You cupped his face, tilting his head so he had to look at you. “But you didn’t.”

His chest rose and fell, his breath still uneven, his heart still hammering—

But you were right here.

And he wasn’t letting go.

---

Marshall refused to let go of you.

Even when the doctor came in to check your vitals, even when the nurse needed to adjust your IV, even when you tried to shift a little in bed because your ribs hurt—his hands were on you, gripping your arm, your thigh, your fingers, like if he let go for even a second, you might disappear.

And the truth was, you weren’t sure you could convince him otherwise.

The accident had shaken you, of course, but Marshall—Marshall was unraveling right in front of you.

His leg bounced anxiously as he sat on the edge of your hospital bed, his fingers twitching against your knee. His jaw was locked, his eyes darker than usual, like he was barely keeping himself together.

“Marshall,” you murmured, reaching for his hand.

He let you, but his grip was tight—too tight.

“You’re crushing my fingers,” you teased gently.

He let go immediately, cursing under his breath, running his hands through his short hair. “Fuck, I—” He exhaled sharply. “I don’t know how to turn this off.”

You frowned, brushing your fingers along his wrist. “Turn what off?”

He shook his head. “This. This thing in my chest that won’t fucking go away. Like I can’t breathe right. Like if I close my eyes, I’m gonna see you in that car, all fucked up and—and—” He clenched his fists, his whole body shaking.

Your heart ached.

You had seen him angry before. You had seen him shut down, lash out, lose himself in his own demons.

But this—this wasn’t anger.

This was fear.

Raw. Unfiltered. Uncontrollable.

You sat up as best you could, despite the ache in your ribs, and cupped his face in both hands. His skin was burning, his jaw tight under your fingers.

“Marshall,” you whispered.

His eyes snapped to yours.

“I’m here,” you said, slow and firm. “I’m alive. I’m talking to you. Feel that.”

His hands flew to your sides, gripping your waist like he was grounding himself in your touch.

You exhaled, pressing your forehead to his. “You didn’t lose me.”

His breath hitched. His hands shook against your ribs.

“I could’ve,” he rasped.

“But you didn’t.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

He let out a breath, ragged and unsteady, and pulled you into his arms.

You winced slightly at the pressure, but you didn’t stop him. You knew he needed this—to feel you real and solid in his arms, to reassure himself that you weren’t slipping through his fingers.

His lips brushed against your temple, lingering there for a long moment.

“You’re not going anywhere without me,” he muttered.

You smiled faintly, threading your fingers into his hoodie. “Figured.”

And as he held you, as his grip finally loosened just enough for his shoulders to relax, you knew—

You weren’t going anywhere.

Neither was he.

---

The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the room, and for a while, neither of you spoke.

Marshall hadn’t moved from his spot beside you, his hands still gripping your body like you’d slip through his fingers if he let go. His breathing had evened out, but his jaw was still tight, his leg still bouncing—a nervous tic he never lost, no matter how many years sober he was.

And that’s when it hit you.

The last time Marshall was in this hospital… Proof died.

Your stomach twisted.

You had been here, too. You had sat in the same waiting rooms, walked the same halls, felt the same sterile hospital air clinging to your skin while everything fell apart. Before your life fell apart. Your family almost fell apart.

And now, here you were again, hooked up to a damn machine, while Marshall sat beside you looking haunted.

You swallowed, your fingers brushing over his. “Marshall.”

He barely reacted, just blinked at you, his grip flexing slightly.

You took a shaky breath. “This is where Proof—”

His whole body locked.

Like a rubber band stretched too tight, about to snap.

You felt his pulse spike beneath your fingers, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.

You knew he hadn’t made the connection—at least, not consciously. But now that it was there, now that it was in the open—

“Fuck,” he exhaled, suddenly standing up, running his hands over his face. “Fuck. Fuck.”

Your heart ached at the panic in his voice, at the way he paced the room like he was caged in, like his own mind was trapping him.

You shifted, ignoring the sting in your ribs, and reached for him. “Baby, come here.”

He shook his head, his fists clenching. “Nah, I—I can’t—” His voice cracked, and he turned away, gripping the edge of the hospital counter like he needed something to hold onto. His panic finally making sense.

You could see it happening—the way his body was reliving it.

Sitting in a hospital, waiting for news. Helpless.

Losing the person he thought would always be there.

Terror clawed at your throat because God, what if the roles had been reversed? What if that car accident had been worse? What if he had been sitting in that waiting room, waiting for someone to tell him you weren’t coming home?

You couldn’t let him spiral.

Ignoring the pull in your ribs, you carefully slid out of the bed, making your way over to him.

“Marshall.” Your voice was soft but firm.

He didn’t turn around, his breathing still uneven, his knuckles white against the countertop.

You pressed your chest against his back, wrapping your arms around him. His whole body tensed—but he didn’t pull away.

You pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. “I’m here,” you whispered.

His breath hitched.

“I didn’t leave.” You hugged him tighter, feeling his muscles tremble beneath your touch. “And I’m not leaving.”

For a long moment, he was silent.

Then, slowly—finally—he turned, his arms crushing you against his chest, his face burying into your hair.

His breath was shaky, his grip too tight, but you let him hold you.

Because this wasn’t just about tonight.

This was about everything—Proof, the fear, the grief, the way he had spent years burying it all until he thought it couldn’t touch him anymore.

Until it did.

And as you held onto each other, standing in the same place that had once shattered him, you knew—

This time, he wasn’t facing it alone.

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