#and i have a lot of work that i have to finish tonight and i'm working all morning tomorrow. probably won't sleep until 2.

[obfuscateyummy]

Only the Young.

Hi. Sorry this has taken me forever to get out. I'm back with another installment of the Welcome to the Pitt series. Please join me for a time jump a few years.

I am not the best at warnings, so if I missed something PLEASE let me know. Mentions of death (no main characters). Mass Shooting. School Shooting (guns suck, people suck). Mentions of Mental Health struggles (please babies take care of yourselves and if you need an ear my inbox and message are always open <3). Takes place in the future (Fall/Winter 2026). Probably medical inaccuracies (All medical knowledge is from medical dramas staring one (1) Noah Wyle. and the Google machine). Title of the fic is from the Taylor Swift song Only The Young. This was a lot more bloody, and detailed events of lucy's day in my head - but the teacher in me couldn't bring it to life

Michael "Robby" Rabinovich x F!ED Dr. Wife. Lucy - Age 5 Twins - Age 1

You splashed some water on your face and ran your hands over it as you looked in the bathroom mirror. You were barely even halfway through your shift, and you already lost count of how many codes you had ran. Your husband kept track - it was 6. You walked out of the bathroom and caught his eye.

He knew that look on your face. Pure exhaustion. He signed as he watched you sit down to type your patient notes. He went into the staff lounge and poured you a cup of coffee, just the way you liked it. He exited and walked over to you. 

“Hey, thought you might need this,” he said as he sat the cup next to you. 

You smiled at him. “Thanks,” you said as you took a drink.

“Didn’t have time to run to the cafeteria and get you an iced one. I’ll order one if you want.”

You were surely lucky to have the best husband in the world. “Crappy lounge coffee is fine, thanks baby.”

“If either of them don’t sleep tonight, I’ll stay up,” he offered, as he leaned on the table in front of you.

You were up the entire night with your son, who was going through a 12-month sleep regression. Your youngest daughter had gone through one just two weeks ago. Thankfully, they didn’t go through it at the same time. “As long as Mikey doesn’t scream his head off the minute he realizes I’m out of the room,” you said as you threw your head back and closed your eyes.

Michael chuckled. “He’s a mama’s boy, just like his namesake of a father. Besides, Cami does the same thing when I leave the room.” The twins had been that way since the day they were born. “At least Lucy didn’t care which one of us was with her.” Michael said.

You chuckled, “She still doesn’t care which one of us is with her. She just wants attention. Between the twins and her starting kindergarten, she misses us.”

Michael nodded. 

“Gotta go check on my patient in South 20,” you said as you stood up. “Thanks again for the coffee, baby,” you said as you both stood. You got on your tiptoes to reach his cheeks to give him a quick kiss.

You were barely down the hall before Dana walked up to him. “Hey Robby, school shooting in our zone, we gotta prepare for code triage protocol.”

“School shooting? What school?” he asked. He didn’t want to worry - but Lucy’s school was in PTMC’s zone.

“Allegheny Central Elementary.” Dana said. His face went white. Michael Robinavitch looked like he just saw a ghost.

“Robby? You okay?” Dana asked.

“Lucy,” he said, his voice a whisper. He didn’t have to say more, Dana realized instantly. “I got to go find Y/n,” he said as he ran towards South 20. 

Michael entered South 20 a mess. He had just run through half the Emergency Department. He opened the curtain, causing you to turn around quickly at the sound. “Y/n, we need to talk.”

You glared towards him. He never called you by your first name in front of patients. 

“I’m with a patient, Dr. Robinavitch,” you said. There was annoyance in your voice. You were unsure if it was lack of sleep or the fact your husband was acting like you weren’t at work.

“I’m sure your med student can finish up here,” he said pointing to the newest student assigned to you. “Please.”

“Fine,” you huffed as you followed him out. Once out of ear shot of your patient, you started to lay into him. “What the hell, Michael!” you hissed.

“Y/n,” he started but you continued,

“You never call me Y/n in front of patients. What is going on?” You asked. You were angry, furious even. The lack of sleep wasn’t helping your situation any.

“There was-” he started to say, as the intercom went off

“Code Triage - Emergency Department”

You looked up at him for the first time since he busted into the room. Tears in his eyes, panic on his face. You had seen this look a few times before, and it was never good.

“There was a school shooting,” he started to say.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head.

“At Allegheny Central Elementary,” he finished his statement. 

“Lucy,” you said as your phone began going off. You reached for it, reading the emergency alerts coming through about the shooting. 

“We’re the nearest trauma center…” Michael said, as he gained your attention back.

“I can’t do this,” you said, “I can’t go out there and save lives without knowing if our daughter is okay.”

“And that’s why we have to know she’s okay. She watches everything we do, everything you do. She wants to be a doctor because she wants to be you. She’s always asking us medical questions. Hell, Jack taught her how to make an improvised tourniquet this summer at the cookout. She’s going to be okay. And if she’s not, we’ll save her.” Michael said.

You looked up at him, and all you could think of was the worst possible scenario, “What if we can’t?”

Michael faked a smile, “We will save her.” He looked past you and saw Samira walking in. “Thought you were off today, Mohan.”

“I heard in on the scanner,” she said with a smirk, as Jack walked in behind her.

“Ah guess the old man is rubbing off on you,” you said laughing. The two got together after the Pittfest shooting, with a little help from you and Robby.

“Oh I would say the old man is doing more than that,” Jack said with a smirk, towards you and Michael.

“They don’t want to hear about our sex life, Jack,” Samira said with a giggle, and punched Jack’s arm.

“Hear that, brother? I guess we gotta find a new rooftop topic,” Jack said as he patted Robby on the back as he walked past him, towards Central.

Michael’s face turned beat red. Your eyes shot up to him, as he did everything to not make eye contact with you.

“Do you talk to Jack about our sex life on the roof?” you hissed.

“Nooo….” Michael said. He quickly got you back on topic. “I have to brief the team.” 

The two of you began to walk towards Central, where Michael could brief the team about protocol for the chaos that was about to occur in the ER.

“Alright, listen up. There’s been a shooting at Allegheny Central Elementary. We are starting our mass shooting protocol.” Michael said.

Jack began going over each team having a head in an orange vest. You had zoned out. Your eyes fixed on your husband. It was Michael’s turn to speak.

“Red Zone will be our trauma zone. The most critical patients. Dr. Abbot, Dr. Mohan, Dr. R, and myself will be in the Red Zone,” Michael paused as he saw the disapproving look on your face. “Next is the Pink Zone, patients that will die within an hour.”

Exhaustion, Fear, Anxiety were all rushing through your body as you worried about your daughter. 

Michael began to continue explaining the different zones that would be.  Jack was assisting him at this. 

“Call your loved ones now, I guarantee cell service will go down soon,” Michael said. “We meet back here in 5.”

Before everyone dispersed, you ran into the nearest restroom. You broke out into a silent cry you didn’t realize you were holding in. You took a few deep breaths as you pulled out your phone and dialed your mom’s number.

When she answered, you spoke before she could, “Hi Mom.” There was a crack in your voice.

“Hey honey, is everything ok? Aren’t you at work?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m at work, uh, mom, I need you to pick up the twins from daycare,” you said avoiding the question.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” your mom asked.

You took a deep breath, “There was a shooting at Allegheny Central Elementary. We are the nearest-”

Your mom cut you off, “Oh my god! Is Lucy ok?”

Your voice began to crack, again, and tears fell down your face as you spoke, “I-I don’t know. The first round of injuries will be here in a few minutes.” Michael walked into the bathroom as you were speaking. You looked up at him and he took you into his arms. You began to match his breathing as you continued to speak, “I’ll update you when I can. Can you please-”

“Yes, honey, I will go get Michael and Camile. I’ll take them to your house, I’ll make sure there’s something hot for dinner when you guys get home.”

“You’re the best, mom. Thanks,” you said.

“Of course. Thank Michael for calming you down.”

“How?”

“Your entire breathing changed. That’s when I knew he was with you,” she said. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you said as you hung up.

You took a deep breath as you spoke, “Mom’s gonna go get Mikey and Cami and take them to our house. She said she’d make sure to have dinner for us when we get home - if we get home,” you said against Michael’s chest.

“Sounds great,” Michael said, as he rubbed circles in your back.

“She said ‘thank Michael for calming you down.’,” you said.

Michael chuckled, “You can do this, you know.”

You shook your head and pulled away, “I want to know the moment she’s brought in. She’s going to be so scared. Michael, what if she is scared and doesn’t see anyone she knows?”

Michael shook his head, “I requested for Victoria to come down from her psych rotation to do triage.” You smiled at him as he spoke again, “Does that help you?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, yeah that helps a little.”

“Okay, we have to go out. They’re pulling up any minute.” Michael said. As the two of you walked out, you heard the sirens rolling up. 

You had tried to black out most of the events occuring. The kids that came in who were crying for their mommy and daddy, the ones who came in unconscious, the two who didn’t make it, the countless adults from the school, teachers, assistants, paras, the secretary, a bus driver, and the 3 of them you couldn’t save. It had been an hour and you felt like you took your first breath since you got the news. Your daughter still hadn’t been brought in, and at this point you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing. You went to walk out of the trauma room and were met at the door by your husband, who had a half full and a new bottle of water in his hand.

“Hydrate,” he said as he unscrewed the top of the new water and gave it to you. You took the water and took a drink. 

“Thanks, you hear anything about-”

He shook his head as he finished the rest of his water. “Just heard there were more coming in,” he said, as 2 more gurneys came in, “Got a kid and adult. Student and teacher.”

You didn’t register who said it. You took the teacher, Jack took the kid.

You looked at the lady laying on the gurney. You recognize her immediately. Ms. Lopez, Lucy’s kindergarten teacher.

“Robby! Now!” Jack yelled behind you, where he was working on a child just brought in. 

You snapped your head behind you, fearing the worst. You saw the kid. A boy. His name was Jason. A kid in Lucy’s class. 

“He’s in Lucy’s class, name’s Jason,” you said as Robby went over to assist Jack.

You were elbow deep in blood trying to save Ms. Lopez, who had a bullet to the chest, barely missing her heart.

“Bullet to arm. Responding to pain. Came in with this makeshift tourniquet,” Jack said. 

Robby’s eyes quickly landed on the child’s arm. He looked up at you, “Lucy’s sweater,” he whispered.

“Means she’s ok, brother,” Jack said, “And paid attention when I taught her that.”

“And I thought she’d never need it,” Robby said as he gloved up to help Jack.

“Yeah, I hoped she wouldn’t,” Jack said. Jack had seen more than he would ever admit. Jack looked over and saw you struggling, “Go help her save the teacher, tell her goose is ok.” Goose was a nickname Jack had given Lucy.

Robby rushed to help you save Ms. Lopez.

“I need another unit O-Neg,” you yelled as you continued to attempt to stop the bullet wound from bleeding on her right side.

“That’s the third unit,” Perla said to Michael as he walked up across from you, on the other side of Mrs. Lopez, next to Dr. Santos, who was giving her CPR.

“I got it,” you said as you looked up at him. “Go help Jack.”

When your eyes met Michael’s, he could tell you were fighting back tears. “She’s okay,” he said. He wasn’t saying it to be reassuring, he was saying it as a fact. 

“You don’t know that,” you hissed. “This is her teacher, Jason is in her class - the shooter was in her-”

Michael cut you off when he spoke, “Jason, he has a makeshift tourniquet above his bullet wound,” Michael said. You looked up at him, “She used her sweater, and some popsicle sticks. Just like Jack taught her.”

“You sure?”

Michael nodded as you spoke again. 

“Bleeding stops if I hold pressure right here,” you said.

“Stop compressions,” he said. 

“Nothing,” Trinity said as she checked for a pulse.

“Resume compressions,” you said.

Trinity looked at Robby who nodded for Trinity to continue. 

“I saw that,” you said glaring at Michael.

“She’s lost a lot of blood,” he said, “We don’t know how long she’s been down. Mass casualty protocol says..”

“Fuck mass casualty protocol, Robby! She’s our daughter’s teacher. Lucy loves her. I’m not, I can’t.” you looked towards the door and you saw it. You saw Victoria walking in, carrying something - or someone. She was looking around, frantic.

“Dr. Robby, take over applying pressure for me?” you said as he gave you a confused look.

“Stop compressions,” he said. 

Trinity stopped compressions, “Got a pulse, faint, but I got it!”

Michael walked over and took over for you. “You okay?”

“Lucy,” you whispered.

“What?” Michael said as he looked around. He missed where Victoria was standing. 

You ignored him, as you ripped off your gloves and ran towards Victoria. That’s when she saw you.

“Mommy!” a scream heard through the ER. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief they didn’t know they were holding in. Robby looked up, just as you took Lucy out of Victoria’s arms. Her clothes were covered in blood. You noticed she had a cut on her head, it likely would need sutures, but it wasn’t currently bleeding. You held her close.

“Lucy, my lovebug, you’re okay,” you said as you hugged her close. “It’s okay, you’re okay, I’m right here.”

“She came in with the kid and teacher. Most of the blood belongs to the teacher, Lucy was applying pressure to her wound before the paramedics arrived. She wouldn’t come out of the ambulance. She was terrified, she didn’t see anyone she knew. One of the paramedics called me over, and as soon as she saw me..I think you know the rest,” Victoria explained, as she rambled. She does that sometimes, especially when she is nervous.

“Mommy, I was so scared. I tried to help Jason and make a tourn-eequet like Uncle Jack taught me. And I held Ms. Lopez when she was bleeding until the ambulances came, just like you held my knee when I feel off my bike,” Lucy said

You ran your fingers through her hair. “You did so good Lucy, helping people, I’m so proud of you.” You kissed the top of her head and held her like you were never going to let her go.

Dana walked over to where you were holding Lucy, “Hey kiddo. Let’s get you out of the middle of the hallway?” she said leading the two of you over to trauma 2. 

“Thanks Dana,” you said as you walked in. She nodded. She knew you would’ve stood there forever with Lucy.

Surgery was ready for the next wave of patients. First, they took up Ms. Lopez. A surgical intern took over for Michael holding pressure on her wound to control the bleeding. Michael ripped off his gloves. He scanned the ER for you and Lucy.

“Trauma 2, Rob,” Dana said as Robby sprinted in that direction.

“Mommy?” Lucy asked as she looked up at you. You had just finished stipping her blood soaked clothes off her, and traded them in for a peds patient gown. She was on your lap as you sat on a gurney.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Where’s daddy?”

“Daddy is helping save,” you were cut off by Michael walking in the room.

“DADDY!” Lucy screamed as she reached for him. 

He sat next to you on the gurney, and Lucy climbed into his arms.

“You okay, bug?” Robby asked as he held Lucy close. 

“Yeah. My head hurts, though.” Lucy said as she went to touch the cut on her head.

“Let Daddy take a look,” he said as he looked at the wound, already knowing it would need stitches.

“You’re gonna need a few stitches,” he said.

Lucy frowned as she spoke, “Is it gonna hurt, daddy?”

“I’ll go get some medicine to put on it so it won’t hurt, and mommy will be right here, too,” Michael said.

“You’re doing them?” you asked.

Michael stood as he spoke, “I’m not letting an intern-” Michael said as you cut him off.

“Have Jack do them,” you said as you reached for his hand. He took your hand and looked at you for the first time since entering the room. Exhaustion washed over your face, and tears in your eyes threatened to fall. “Stay, please?”

Michael nodded as he sat back down. “Yeah, I’ll stay.” He pulled you closer to him, allowing your head to rest on his shoulder. He whispered, “I love you,” as he kissed your forehead. Lucy shifted so she was seated on both yours and Michael’s lap.

“Daddy? Is Ms. Lopez okay?” Lucy asked.

You felt Michael take a deep breath as he spoke, “She was hurt really bad  Mommy and I helped her when she was here, she’s in surgery now to help fix her.” He was trying to explain lightly to Lucy how serious Ms. Lopez’s injuries were.

“I held where she was bleeding, to help make it stop,” Lucy told her father. Michael looked into her little brown eyes.

“You did a good job,” Michael said in a soft voice.

“Did you and mommy help Jason too?” Lucy asked.

Michael shook his head, “Uncle Jack helped Jason.”

“I gave him a tourn-eequet like Uncle Jack taught me,” Lucy said.

“You did. Lucy, I am so proud of you,” Michael said as he looked down at her. His own emotions catching up with him and tears forming in his eyes as he talked about the day's events over with his daughter. She didn’t deserve to be put through this. No child deserved to be put through this, ever.

“Is he gonna ok?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah, he’s gonna be okay.” Michael said. “He’s in surgery to get the bullet out.”

There was a knock and then Jack walked into the room. “Hey, I heard there was a goose in here who needed a few stitches.”

Lucy giggled, “Uncle Jack!”

“Uncle Jack is gonna get you all fixed up, goose.” Jack said, walking over to his unbiological niece. 

“I thought daddy was gonna fix it!” Lucy said as she grabbed Michael and buried her face against his chest.

“Bug, It’s okay, Uncle Jack will do a good job..” Michael said as he rubbed Lucy’s back.

“Daddy, I’m scared though!” Lucy said as she started to cry.

“How about your daddy helps me?” Jack suggested. Lucy nodded against Michael’s chest. “You can put on the LET, Rob.”

“Okay, you gotta let me go, so I can help Uncle Jack,” he said.

Lucy shifted her body off Michael and back onto you. You lifted your head off Michael’s shoulder. He stood up and gave you an empathic look as he began to prep to assist Jack with Lucy’s sutures.

He walked back over ready to put LET on Lucy’s wound, as Gloria walked into the room.

“Ah, 3 of my best ED doctors in a trauma room. This better be an important case,” she said.

“Gloria, this is…” you started to say as Robby spoke louder, ignoring Gloria behind him.

“Lucy, Daddy is gonna put some of this on your head, okay? It’s called LET. It’s so you won’t feel anything when Uncle Jack gives you stitches,” Michael said as he looked into his daughter’s eyes.

Lucy nodded and grabbed onto your hand as Michael began to apply the gel to his daughter’s forehead.

“Is this your daughter Dr. Rabinovich?” Gloria asked.

“The oldest, Lucy,” you replied, knowing Michael wasn’t going to answer Gloria. Michael glared at you as you answered.

“Hi Lucy, I’m Gloria,” Gloria said as she extended her hand towards the girl.

Lucy looked up at you and you nodded. Lucy spoke, “Hi,” very softly, but did not extend her hand.

“All done, Uncle Jack is gonna give you some stitches now, okay Lucy?” Michael said. Lucy nodded in response to his question.

“Dr. Rabinovich, can we speak in the hallway?” Gloria asked.

Michael looked at you and you nodded. “Yeah, be right out,” he said as Gloria walked into the hallway. He let out a deep sigh as she left the room. He walked away to dispose of his gloves, and you could tell he was cursing Gloria under his breath. So could Jack. 

“Go on, brother, I got her,” Jack said.

Michael looked over, “Thanks, brother.” Michael turned his attention to Lucy, “I’ll be right back, okay bug?” He said walking back over towards you. He moved some of your hair that had been in your face and kissed your head as he walked away. “It won’t be long,” he said.

He exited the room. Gloria spoke before he even shut the door completely behind him. “You know we don’t work on fam-”

“I was just applying LET to her-”

“You were doing it during a mass casualty!” Gloria said.

“Jesus, you don’t stop, do you,” Michael said as he shook his head. 

“We don’t take outside patients during-”

It was Michael’s turn to cut Gloria off. “She wasn’t an outside patient! If you cared about your employees, or came down once to help out today, you’d know that!” Michael continued to yell at Gloria, “She is a kindergartener at Allegheny Central Elementary! That teacher, Ms. Lopez, that’s up in surgery? Her teacher. The reason she is in a patient gown is because her clothes were covered in Ms. Lopez’s blood as she applied pressure to her wound until help got there.” 

“I-I’m sorry,” Gloria started to say.

“You should be,” Michael said. As he ran his hands over his face. His voice was much calmer when he spoke again. “You really need to stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” she asked.

Michael sighed, feeling like he was going to regret this. “Coming down here and pretending like you know what’s going on.”

Gloria blinked as she changed the subject, “I take it you are not willing to speak to the media about..”

Michael just shook his head, “I would like to get back to my daughter, who just experienced something she never should have been put through.”

Gloria nodded as Michael re-entered the room.

“All done,” Jack said as he did the last stitch. “Did it hurt, goose?”

Lucy shook her head, “No, thanks Uncle Jack!” Lucy said as she reached her arms out and hugged him. 

“Anytime, goose,” Jack said as he hugged her back.

Michael sat on the bed next to you and wrapped his arms around you. “I have to round everyone up, debrief..hand off cases..then we can go,” he said.

“No, no you don’t. I got you, brother.” Jack said. “And before you protest, Samira will work the rest of your shift.” As the words left his words, Samira entered the room.

You smiled, “You guys don’t have to do that, we only have an hour left.” 

“It’s never just an hour,” She said, “Peds brought down some clothes for the kids - I grabbed these for Luce.” 

“Thank you,” you said, taking the clothes from her and began to change Lucy.

“Surgery took up the last round. We are getting everyone into rooms, or discharging.” Samira said.

Jack nodded, “Okay, I’ll be out soon.” 

Samira left the room as Robby stood up and walked over towards Jack. “I can help.”

“No, Robby, my brother,” Jack said as he put his arm around his friend, “She needs you. They both do. Trust me. Go home. Be there for them, and for Ice and Viper too.” 

Robby shook his head, “I really wish you wouldn’t give my children nicknames based off characters from Top Gun.” He turned to walk back towards you and Lucy.

“It’s a good movie!” Jack yelled after him, as he left the room.

“Did he call the twins Ice and Viper again?” you asked. 

“Yup,” he said as he shook his head.

“Mommy, I’m hungry and I want beanie,” Lucy said. Beanie is her stuffed animal build a bear she got on her 2nd birthday. 

“We can go home soon. Did I tell you gamma is there?” you said as Lucy popped her head up.

“Gamma? Is she making meatballs?” Lucy said as she got excited.

“She better be,” Michael mumbled, as he laughed. 

Dana walked in with some paperwork. “Discharge paperwork,” she said. “You’re good to go kiddo!”

Lucy hopped off your lap and hugged Dana’s legs, “Thanks Aunt Dana.”

Dana bent down and hugged the little girl. “Sure thing, kiddo.” 

Lucy walked back over to you, “Come on, Mommy!” She said as she pulled at your arm. You stood up.

On the other side of the room, Robby and Dana were talking.

“I should have her talk to Kiara,” Robby said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Tomorrow,” Dana said as she put a hand on his back, “Today, tonight, she’s gonna need the two of you, and her little siblings.”

“She rarely wants Cami or Mikey,” Michael said as he shook his head laughing, “Usually, she says ‘Mommy, can you put them back in your belly.’”

Dana laughed too, “Think she gets that sass from the kid.” She spoke as you and Lucy walked up to them hand in hand.

“What’s so funny over here?” you asked.

“Just telling Dana some stories about this one,” Michael said as he bopped Lucy on the nose with his pointer finger. “You ready to go home, bug?” 

Lucy laughed, “Ready, daddy!” She said as she held his hand with her free hand.

“See you tomorrow,” Robby said.

“Bright and Early,” Dana said.

“We’ll be here,” you said, as the three of you walked away.

“Bye Aunt Dana!” Lucy yelled back.

Robby stopped to get your backpacks. He handed you yours, and you put it over your shoulder. 

The walk home was mostly quiet. Lucy did ask Michael to carry her the minute they crossed the street right in front of The Pitt, which he didn’t object to one bit.

As the three of you walked in, your twins came straight for you. “Cami, Mikey, Mommy missed you both so much today,” you said as you picked them up. 

“Ma Ma Ma,” They cooed and babbled back to you.

Michael set her down, and she ran straight for your mom. 

“Gamma!” She exclaimed, as she hugged her grandmother. 

“Oh Lucy, honey!” your mom said as she hugged her. “I made your favorite.” “Meatballs!” Lucy screamed.

“Of course, and spaghetti,” your mom said as she stood up.

She hugged Michael, then you. Michael took Mikey from your arms, then Cami, and gave his youngest children hugs and snuggles, before you took Cami back. You both sat them in their highchairs, while your mom set the table and plated everyone’s dinner.

At your request, Lucy and the twins slept with you and Michael that night. Cami was the first one asleep, cuddled up against Michael’s neck. Next to fall asleep was Mikey, who fell asleep in the crook of your arm. As soon as the twins were asleep, Lucy, who was in the middle of you and Micahel, began asking a million questions - and rightfully so.

Is Ms. Lopez out of surgery?

When can I go back to school?

Are Jason’s mommy and daddy with him?

Is Jason’s arm gonna be ok?

Did any kids die?

Did teachers die?

Is Mr. Marks okay?

What does that mean? - That was always the question when she didn’t understand the response she was given.

Michael and you took turns answering the best you could - and the best you knew. Jack did text you during your walk home that Ms. Lopez was out of surgery, and in CCU. It was the last question that she asked as she began to fall asleep that hurt the most.

“Daddy? Mommy?” Lucy asked when she was almost asleep.

“Yes, Lucy?” Michael answered, as he let out a giggle under his breath. 

“Why did he bring a gun into my school and shoot people?”

Michael and you made eye contact as you both looked down at Lucy laying between you two. 

Michael sighed as you spoke, “Lucy, sometimes people do really bad things, and we don’t always know why.” You ran your fingers through her hair.

“It makes me sad. I loved school.”

“Do you not love school anymore?” Michael asked, worried.

Lucy hugged beanie as she spoke, “When I think of school now, my tummy hurts really bad and I wanna cry.” 

“I bet that’s so hard, Lucy.” Michael said as she looked up at him. She nodded as you continued to run your fingers through her hair. You and Michael shared an empathic look. 

“Was he sick?” Lucy asked.

“Was who sick?” Michael asked.

“The man with the gun,” Lucy asked.

Michael looked at you and you nodded. “Lucy,” you said as she turned away from Michael to look at you. “Sometimes, people aren’t really sick, but their brains don’t work like yours and mine. They have different thoughts and they can’t always control them. Special doctors talk to them, and give them tools and skills to help them, or sometimes medicine.” You tried to explain mental illnesses the best you could to a five year old.

“Are you and daddy those kind of doctors?” Lucy asked.

“No, those doctors are called psychologists,” Michael said.

Lucy nodded and yawned. “You had a really long day, bug. Why don’t you close your eyes and get some sleep, Luce?” you said. You never stopped running your fingers through her hair.

Soon, your oldest fell asleep. You and Michael watched your three children sleep between the two of you. You looked at him and he had that smile on his face - his goofy one. You quietly smiled as you watched him. He looked up and saw you watching him, watch your children.

“What?” he said as he smiled.

“It’s nothing,” you said.

“Oh it’s something,” he said.

“It’s just-today could’ve ended differently, and I’m glad it didn’t. But, I’m also glad I get to be on this crazy roller coaster called life with you. I love you, Michael.”

“I love you, too.” he said as he reached over to trace your cheekbones with his thumb.

[gingiesworld]

We Never Argue

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem Reader

Warnings: Not really any other than Lizzie trying to cause an argument but failing

AN: Just another one shot from my wattpad account. Im sorry I haven't quite been motivated to write anything new in a while guys

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N pov

When I came home from work this morning I saw my beautiful fiancé and scarlett both sitting in the sofa with some coffee. I had just come home from doing a night shift at the station and I am tired. I go into the kitchen to get myself a beer out of the fridge since technically its my evening now. I walk into the living room and sit down next I Lizzie.

"Hey baby." I said as I kissed her cheek.

"Hi love bug." She said as she pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.

"Oh hi Scar, it's so good to see you." Scarlett said sarcastically making both lizzie and I laugh.

"Oh hi Scar, would you like a welcome kiss too?" I teased her with a smirk which resulted in Lizzie playfully slapping my arm laughing. "So what brings you here?"

"Oh just Colin being an obnoxious twat. All we seem to do now is argue even over the smallest thing." She said as she took a sip of her coffee. "Anyway isn't it too early to be drinking. Its only 9am."

"Well I just finished work and I dont start my shift until 8pm tonight." I said taking a sip of my beer which she just nodded.

"How do you guys do it?" She asked us both as we just looked at each other.

"Do what?" Lizzie and I said in unison looking at Scarlett.

"You know, you guys have the perfect relationship. I don't think I've ever known you to argue. Well lizzies never complained about you." Scar said as she looked between us.

"Well I don't know really." Lizzie said with a smile.

"I just guess we have a very strong understanding of each other. We both understand the importance of our jobs and we both try to put a lot of effort into our relationship." I said truthfully.

"I don't follow." Scar said making me chuckle.

"Well, I know pretty much all of her tells, like of she's irritated at something so I just tend to give her her favourite anchovies on toast. It always makes her feel better even if it does taste horrible." I said with a smile.

"It doesn't taste horrible." Lizzie said with a small pout.

"Well each to their own I guess." I said as I gave her a sweet kiss making her smile.

"See that right there. It was like a little disagreement. If you didn't watch that whole interaction with you two you wouldn't have thought you dissed her favourite snack." Scar said as she slightly bounced in her seat.

"I just guess we can't argue." Lizzie said with a shrug.

"That's sickening." Scar said with a scowl making us both laugh. "How about we make it a threesome?" She said jokingly.

"I think im good. I have the woman I need right here." I said as I looked at lizzie.

"Well I'm going home because I can't stand to be in the same room as you're perfect relationship anymore." She said with a huff. "Well I'll see you guys later." We both watched as she walked herself out of our house.

"Do you think it's normal that we never argue?" Lizzie asked as she turned to face me

"Yeah, I guess. I just like to think that we're soul mates." I told her as I finished my beer. "Well I'm going to get a shower and sleep OK baby." I gave her a soft kiss before heading up to our bathroom.

Lizzie's pov

I just watched as my fiancé walked upstairs to our room. Is it normal that we don't argue. I just dont really know. Pretty much every couple I know argue at least 5 times in their relationship but we haven't argued once. So I got the crazy idea that when she goes to work tonight I'm going to do some things to try and cause an argument for when she comes home tomorrow. So for the rest of the day I plotted in my head what I could do to make her mad. So I decided to hide away all of her beer out of the fridge in the cupboard under the stairs knowing that will be the first thing she will go for in the morning. As I was running around like a mad woman I didn't hear Scar make her way into our house.

"Whatcha doing?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know. Its just that every couple I know has arguments and we don't seem to have any. Whenever we have a small disagreement it doesn't really count as arguing because in the end she always agrees with me." I told her which just made her laugh. "Would you be quiet she's still asleep."

"Oh sorry, what time does she wake up?" She asked me making me check the time.

"Shit. She'll be in the shower now. I best start dinner. Would you like to stay?" I ask her as we both make our way into the kitchen.

"Yeah sure. I think I might just stay tonight. I want to see what happens in the morning." She said with a smirk making me chuckle. I decided on doing some pasta today, something simple and filling so she's energised for work.

"Mmm that smells gorgeous love." Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I naturally leaned back into the touch as she pressed a kiss to my neck.

"Well I hope it tastes as good as it smells." I said with a smirk as i started to plate it up.

"Why is there three plates. Do we have company?" She asked me. Both scarlett and I laugh because she literally walked past her and didn't realise Scar was here. When she shot her head around Scar just done a small wave to her.

"I honestly don't know how your a detective when your not very observant." Scar said with a smirk.

"Well I'm sorry that my first thought after I wake up is to see my beautiful fiancé." She said with a smile making me blush. Lucky I was facing away from them to notice.

"Well dinner is served so stop bickering children." I told them both as I sat there plates in front of them. The three of us all ate in a comfortable silence while I kept thinking of ways to make her argue with me. As soon as we had all finished Y/N went upstairs to finish getting ready for work. She keeps her gun holster in her safe underneath our bed. I know the code to it incase I need to use the spare that's in there whenever she's at work. She taught me how to shoot it on our fourth date and let me tell you. The way she held my waist and guided my arms to help with aim as well as her breathing on my neck. Well let me tell you that was our first time together, and it was the best sex I ever had. I made her sandwiches and handed it to her as she was on her way out.

"I'll see you tomorrow my love." She said as she gave me a kiss. "I love you mi amor."

"I love you too baby. Be safe." I said as I watched her walk out the door and get in her car. When i returned to the kitchen to clean up Scar was already doing it.

"Hey thats my job." I told her as I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Well I'm doing it so take the night off." She told me as she splashed me.

Then I remembered the perfect way for her to argue, I already got rid of her beer the only other thing she loves to have when she comes home is cuddles off me. "So what else do you plan on doing to try and make her mad?" Scar asked as she dried her hands grabbing the wine and two glasses.

"Well she her love language is touch." I said with a smirk.

"Ok I don't need that picture in my head." Scar said before I could finish making me laugh.

"No not that you dirty minded fucker. I'm not gonna give her her morning cuddles." I said with a smile.

"Really, that's the best you can come up with. What happened to hiding her favourite hoodie. Smashing her favourite cup or hiding her xbox." She said with an unimpressed look.

"Well I already stole her favourite hoodie. And I can't smash her favourite cup or hide her xbox because that's just mean." I said as I glared at her for suggesting it.

"Well try and give her the silent treatment when she comes home. She'll soon get pissed off wondering what she did wrong." She told me making me realise that is perfect.

"You're right. That is genius thank you Scar." I told her as I gave her a bone crushing hug.

"I really can't wait for tomorrow now." She said with a smirk.

We both decided it was time to call it a night. When I woke up the next morning, I was excited to see if she would argue. Both scarlett and I sat on the sofa watching some TV while having a coffee waiting for Y/N to come home. And right on cue she comes home and goes straight to the fridge. I'm trying hard to keep a stoic expression on my face.

"Love, did you guys finish the beer last night?" She asked as she walked up behind the sofa. I just ignored her while scarlett had a smirk on her face. "It's OK I can just buy some more. I hope you girls had fun last night."

I was really struggling at keeping a straight face. She doesn't seem to want to argue at all. So I'm guessing it's the silent treatment.

"Did you guys have breakfast already?" She asked as she sat down in a chair with a cup of coffee.

"Yeah, we woke up pretty early this morning." Scar said matter of factly

"Ok, well I'm going to get a shower ok love." She said as she came over to give me a kiss which I turned my head and she caught my cheek instead. She just shrugged her shoulders and went up stairs.

"Why won't she argue?" I asked scarlett clearly frustrated by my perfect fiancé.

"I don't know. It seems like she just really loves you." She told me quietly.

"Even the silent treatment isn't working?" I said as I ran my hands through my hair.

"Well maybe I don't know. Well I'm going to go home now and silently envy your relationship." She said which made me chuckle as she made her way over to the door. I made my way into the kitchen I didn't hear her come down until I felt her arms wrap around me. I almost melted into her touch but then I remembered the plan. I removed myself from her embrace and went to make a fresh pot of coffee.

"Love, have I done something wrong?" She asked with a furrowed brow. I just ignored her and carried on with my task. "Please mi amor, I can't fix it if I don't know what I did." I honestly started to feel bad making her feel like she done something to upset me. "Please tell me love, I've missed hearing your voice this morning. It's the best part of my day coming home to you."

I honestly melted and gave in at her words. So I decided to tell her the truth.

"We never argue like normal couples. I've been trying to get you to argue with me." I said as I walked to where I stashed the beer and gave her one. "I started by hiding your beer since I know you're a creature of habit and want one every morning after you finish your shift. But that didn't work obviously. So I thought the silent treatment would work but that didn't either. I just want to know why we don't argue." I had started to raise my voice at her without realising.

"Ok love, we don't argue because whenever we have a disagreement, we see it from the others perspective before it blows out of proportion. Like what your doing now." She said calmly as she made her way over to me.

"Just one heated argument is all I want so we could have amazing make up sex afterwards." I said with a slight blush.

"Well if you wanted amazing sex I could definitely help there." She said with a smirk.

"No I wanted make up sex. Its more exciting than normal sex." I told her as I walked away from her.

"Ok so what other ideas did you have to make us argue?" She asked me calmly.

"Well I thought about smashing your favourite mug." I said shyly.

"My thundercats mug." She said quietly. I watched as she moved to the cupboard where we keep our mugs and she handed me the mug. "I love you baby."

"I love you too." I told her softly.

"Oh no I was talking to the mug. I don't know how I'm gonna feel about you after you do this." She said waving her hands at me making me chuckle. I looked at the mug before I threw it the wall making it shatter. I watched her face change through so many different emotions. I was expecting a shouting match but I was surprised when she started crying. I quickly walked over to her and hugged her tightly.

"Shh it's ok. I'll get you another one." I whispered as I hugged her close.

"You can't they don't make them anymore." She said between sobs.

"Huh i guess we can't really argue." I realised as she just looked at me in disbelief.

"Really you couldn't have realised that before you murdered my mug." She said sternly which just made me chuckle as I kissed the top of her head.

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H-Otter Whisky: Part 3 - The Couple

"Are you ready?" Josh asked his boyfriend Kyle. "Remember just take a sip."

Josh had been the one to notice the changes to the guys at the bar. He had seen one of the twinks suddenly get a lot hairier, soon to be followed by a pair of obnoxious jocks getting a similar treatment. Both himself and Kyle had tried to grow beards, but they always grew in so patchy that they were quickly shaved off.

Kyle hadn't noticed anything himself, in fact he was sure that the twink had always been hairy as he could remember seeing him and being jealous of his beard. So when Josh had come back from the bar with a couple of shots that were supposed to magically grow out their body hair he was sure nothing was going to happen. He didn't want to disappoint his boyfriend though, especially as Josh seemed to be excited by these drinks, so was happy to go along with whatever Josh wanted to do.

They both took a sip, quickly followed by them each of coughing as the strength of the shots hit them.

"Not a bad whisky." Kyle said as he felt the alcohol warming his chest. Josh, however, was staring at his boyfriend.

"Wow, it's really working, check out your stubble, it looks great on you." Josh said before looking down at his boyfriends chest and watching as hairs pushed out and spread over his pecs. "And the hair on your chest is so sexy, this is amazing!"

Kyle wasn't sure what to make of his boyfriend's comments, he guessed this was some sort of role play as they both had always had stubble and trimmed chests. He decided to play along though and returned the compliment. "Yeah I love your chest hair too, really looking good tonight."

Josh had been focussing on the changes on his boyfriend that he hadn't even thought to look at himself, so when his boyfriend had complemented his chest hair he was at first confused and then looked down. "This is crazy... it feels amazing" he said as he rubbed his free hand over his chest and then reached up to feel his stubble. "Ready for another sip?"

Josh felt that the second sip went down easier than the first. He felt the familiar warmth as it went down his throat which was followed by an itching feeling across his face as his stubble pushed out into a short beard. He watched as his boyfriend's stubble went through a similar change forming a dense beard without any patchiness at all. Josh couldn't help himself as he reached up and stroked his boyfriend's face. "I thought the stubble was good, but you look so handsome with a beard."

Kyle again hadn't noticed any change, as far as he was aware they had always had beards. "You know, I'd be curious to see what you look like without a beard, but I'm fairly sure it wouldn't be anywhere near as good as you look right now."

"Well I didn't have a beard five minutes ago. You really don't notice the changes?" Josh asked.

"I honestly have no idea what you are talking about, but you seem into this role play, so I'm happy to play along." Kyle replied. "I love you with a beard and I'd love you without."

"What about with a bigger beard?" Josh asked smiling then downed the last of his shot before watching Kyle do the same. He felt the usual warmth which then became an intense heat across his cheeks. That heat grew until he suddenly felt his beard pushing out further in all directions. He couldn't see what he now looked like, but he could feel the weight of his beard and watched with excitement as the same thing happened to Kyle.

From across the room, the barman watched the two men finish their shots. He had been surprised that one of his customers had been able to see the effects of the whisky - that had never happened before. He wasn't sure about serving him the whisky in case there was an issue with the effects - as far as he knew there was no way to revert the changes. However, as he watched the men smile as they moved to the dance floor he relaxed knowing the club had two more happy customers.

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Right Where You Left Me- OP81

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine)

Daisy’s POV

She didn't know what time it was, but the daylight flooding in through the windows had her burying her head in the pillows to try and block out the sunlight. Her head was pounding, her mouth drier than the desert. The hangover from hell that would almost surely be fixed if she got up and got some water, but she just couldn't bring herself to move.

She heard the bedroom door open with a quiet creak, footsteps brushing across the plush carpet. The bed dipped beside her, and she tentatively lifted her head.

"I was starting to think maybe you'd died." Josh joked. "How much did you have to drink? I thought it was a fancy wedding not a piss up. I'd have come as your plus one if I'd known!"

"Unless you have brought me coffee, you need to leave." Daisy groaned, her head dropping back down onto the pillow as she looked at her friend.

He reached over to the bedside table, holding up a steaming mug of coffee. "Of course I thought the goods, I've nursed you through enough hangovers to know you're not worth talking to until you've had a coffee."

"This is why you're my best friend." She joked, sitting up and taking the mug from him.

"Oh honey... you couldn't even take your make up off?" He joked, looking at her disheveled appearance once she sat up, makeup smeared across her face.

"If you're going to insult me then you can get out and just leave me and my coffee alone to wallow." Daisy rolled her eyes.

"Alright, alright." He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Don't kick me out. I don't get to see nearly enough of you these days. How was the wedding?"

Daisy hesitated for just a beat too long. "Fine."

"Thank god you didn't decide to become an actress, you're terrible." Josh laughed. "Come on, spill. Now."

She took a sip of her coffee before she spoke. "Oscar was there."

"Oh...." Josh raised an eyebrow. "How was that? Did you talk to him?"

Daisy shook her head quickly. "No, I drank a lot of champagne and then made you come and get me. Of course I didn't talk to him."

"Do you not think maybe you should have?" Josh asked curiously. "It might help you finally move on."

Daisy rolled her eyes. "What am I supposed to do? Walk up to the guy and be like hey, just to let you know you broke my heart and fucked me up so badly I haven't managed to even go on a single date since and I'm just stuck here while you're off being some superstar F1 driver and completely fine? Hardly small talk for a wedding reception is it?"

"Alright, you don't say it quite like that but yeah... the gist of it." Josh said. "You can't just keep pining after him forever."

"I'm not pining I'm...." She trailed off, sipping her coffee again.

"You're pining." Josh finished the sentence for her. "You've been pining after the guy the entire time I've known you."

"I.... I love him, Josh." She said quietly. "I always thought he'd come back, eventually."

"You're still in love with him because you won't give anyone else a chance." Josh pointed out. "You're not flying home until tomorrow, right?"

"Whatever you're about to suggest... the answer is no." She shook her head, taking another sip of her coffee.

"We're going out." Josh declared, and she had known it was coming. "Connor is back tonight, we'll get dressed up and go out, there's plenty of hot guys in Monaco that you could have a fun night with and remind yourself that you don't need Oscar."

"I don't want to be third wheel to you and Connor all night." Daisy protested. "And I don't have anything to wear either. You guys go out, I'll stay here. I've got work to do anyway."

"You know I'm not going to let that happen. If you've not got anything to wear then you just need to get up and in the shower now so we've got time to go shopping and find you something to wear. If anything, this makes the whole thing even better. How long has it been since the two of us got to go on a shopping trip?!" Josh grinned.

Daisy looked at her friend for a long moment, as if sizing up if there was any way out of this for her. The look on his face as he grinned at her suggested there really wasn't. She drained the last of her coffee, then handed the mug back to Josh.

"Alright, I'll get in the shower. But we're getting breakfast on the way, I'm not letting you drag me around the shops for hours on an empty stomach." She told him.

"Honey, it's gone midday. It's going to be lunch not breakfast." Josh laughed, climbing out of bed and heading for the door.

"Whatever." Daisy shrugged. "As long as you agree to feed me I don't really care what time of day it is."

"Get dressed, then food and shopping!" Josh laughed. "That way I can sneak the bags in before Connor comes home and he won't kill me. I'm supposed to be on a shopping ban but what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Daisy was starting to feel a bit more alive by the time they made it out of the apartment and stopped off in a cute little cafe for some food. The second she had finished eating Josh had dragged her back out into the busy streets, herding her between various shops and picking up horrendously overpriced clothes that he was insistent that she just had to have.

She'd managed to deflect him away from a couple of things that he'd picked up which were more than she earned in a month, in the end settling on a simple, short black dress that was backless with a slit up the thigh that was dangerously high. When she tried it on she knew from the look on Josh's face it was the one before she'd even looked into the mirror. She ended up at a fair few black tie events with work these days, so she supposed she could at least rewear it a few times and make it worth while.

Outfit secured, the two of them headed back to Josh's apartment to wait for Connor and then get ready to go out. By the time Connor arrived, the other two had started drinking, singing along loudly to Josh's phone as they got ready.

"Looks like I missed my invite to the party." Connor smirked, leaning against the doorway. Neither of them having heard him come in whipped around in surprise.

"You're early!" Josh grinned, jumping to his feet and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. "You need to shower and get enough drinks in you to catch up with us. We're taking Daisy out for a big night in Monaco before she goes home!"

"I see, I'd better get a move on then." Connor laughed, shaking his head as if he already knew that trying to argue with Josh was futile.

"Yes, you had!" Josh called as Connor made his way back down the hall. "Alright, where were we... a top up then we'll finish your hair!" He announced, turning his attention back to Daisy.

Connor had more or less caught up to their level of drunkenness impressively quickly, and Daisy found herself in the middle of the couple, arms linked through theirs to keep her up right on her heels as they made their way through the streets of Monaco in the direction of the club Josh had decided they'd got to go to.

"You should come back for the F1!" Connor suggested. "So many parties, we had such a good time last year!"

Daisy laughed nervously. "Yeah, I don't think so. Not really my thing that."

Josh shot a look at Connor over the top of her head that could've killed, and it took Connor a second to catch up to where he'd gone wrong.

"Oh... uh... yeah... well I mean you won't see him." He offered. "We don't get those kind of tickets. I don't think you'll be running into any drivers."

"Thanks but... I've spent the last couple of years doing everything I can to avoid having to cover the F1 at work. I'm not about to start attending the races in my free time. Seeing him yesterday at the wedding was bad enough." Daisy shook her head. "Anyways, let's just forget about that and have a good time shall we?"

"I'll drink to that!" Josh grinned, dragging the two of them through the door and into the club.

Oscar's POV

He didn't know why he'd let Lando talk him in to going out. Something about needing to get out and experience more of Monaco now he'd moved over there, that was what his teammate had said. Oscar had ignored him for as long as he could, but the Lando being Lando had simply turned up at Oscar's front door and refused to leave until Oscar caved in and agreed to go out for a drink with him.

It had been a calculated plan, he'd go out and buy Lando just enough drinks that he'd not really notice when Oscar then slipped away and went back to the peace and quiet of his apartment to spend the night on his own the way he had planned. It was a tried and tested strategy, one he'd executed go absolute perfection on numerous occasions.

The club was loud, and busy. Lando's idea of a great night out, Oscar's idea of a nightmare. It was something that even as they entered their third year as teammates Lando didn't seem to understand. Oscar had lost count of the number of clubs and crowded parties Lando had dragged him into over the years, just assuming that Oscar would have as much fun as Lando would.

This night was no different. The music was too loud, the place too crowded and while Lando blended seamlessly into the crowd, Oscar felt out of place and like everyone was looking at them. Well, the second part was true. The second that they'd walked in half a dozen cameras had turned in their direction.

"Come on mate!" Lando turned back to face him from the car, drinks in his hand and passed one to Oscar. "You need to loosen up a bit! Stop hiding in that apartment on your own. What was the point in moving over here if you're never going to go anywhere and enjoy it?"

Oscar looked at him for a moment, mouth half opened as if to tell Lando exactly why he didn't want to come out every time his teammate invited him. But, he took the path of least resistance in the end, taking the shot that was being held out to him and downing it. He quietly calculated his escape strategy, if he could get another three shots in to Lando in the next hour he could probably get away with leaving within the next two hours.

"I'll get the next round." Oscar suggested, putting the glass back down on the bar and quietly ordering another couple of shots. He'd never understand how Lando was yet to figure out that Oscar always got him drunk and then abandoned him, but it worked every time and Oscar certainly wasn't going to complain.

"Going all out tonight are we, Osc?" Lando laughed as Oscar reappeared with a handful of shots. "See, I told you that you'd have fun once you got here! You need to get out and have fun more often! Loosen up a little!"

Oscar said nothing, just quietly handing Lando the series of shots to down which would ensure Oscar's escape in about an hours time. Lando downed them, one after the other without a question as Oscar watched on.

As he sat in the booth, listening to Lando ramble on about something that made no sense to him having run into a couple of friends and dragged them over to join, Oscar's eyes wandered over the rest of the club and the packed dance floor.

He had to do a double take, scrubbing his hand over his face as though it might clear his vision. Because it couldn't be her on the dance floor in front of him. It couldn't be her, because he hadn't seen her in years and there was no way she was now in Monaco and he was seeing her for the second time in two days.

Except it was. It was definitely her. He'd recognise her anywhere. Even after all that time had passed.

"You alright mate? You look like you've seen a ghost." Lando asked, snapping Oscar out of his internal panic.

"I uh... I need...." Oscar mumbled.

"You need another drink." Lando declared, already pouring another one from the bottle on the table in front of them and sliding it across the table towards Oscar.

Oscar picked it up, eyes flickering back and forth between Lando and the dance floor for a moment, then he downed it. He had no idea what was in it, but the alcohol burned his throat as he gulped it down, the burn wasn't enough to takeaway the sting of what was happening in front of him though.

He couldn't tear his eyes away, every time he tried they just kept drifting back to her. If he thought she'd looked good in her dress at the wedding, it was nothing compared to the tight black dress she had on now. Drink her hand, smile on her face, head tipped back singing along to the music as she danced without a care in the world.

It would've brought a smile to his face, maybe even some fond memories of when she used to drag him out in a similar fashion to the way Lando had done, and the two of them would dance together celebrating his racing victories.

It didn't bring a smile to his face this time though. Because in front of her, in the place that used to be Oscar, was another guy. He assumed the same one he'd seen picking her up from the wedding. The man's hand on her waist, the two of them danced, and then he leaned in and whispered something in her ear that had her laughing. The sound didn't carry across the room the way it had done at the wedding, the music far too loud for that, but just watching her expression he could hear it in his head.

He used to be the one that made her laugh like that.

"What are you looking at?" Lando asked curiously, twisting around in his seat trying to work out what his friend was staring at so intently.

"Nothing." Oscar answered far too quickly, pouring himself another drink which he gulped down.

"You're blushing." Lando laughed. "It's a girl isn't it? Which one? Come on tell me, this is exactly what you need!"

"Lando, no." Oscar shook his head. "Just leave it, please."

The words fell on deaf ears. Lando was persistent when he was sober, but once drunk Lando got something in his head Oscar knew that he was never going to hear the end of it.

"Alright, which one is she?" Lando asked, pointing blindly into the crowded dance floor like Oscar had any idea who he was pointing to.

"Lando..." Oscar sighed.

"No, no.. come on. This will be good for you." Lando shook his head. "I'll be the best wingman you've ever had, just tell me who she is."

"You can be the best wingman on earth and it's still not going to happen." Oscar shook his head. "I fucked that one up a long time ago."

It took a second for the words to sink into Lando's alcohol affected brain, and then he turned his head so fast Oscar wondered if he'd broken his neck. "The mysterious ex?!" Lando all but gasped. "Which one is she?!"

"You know I'm no where near drunk or stupid enough to tell you that." Oscar shook his head. "If I do you're going to go straight down there and say something really weird to her. I know what you're like."

Lando looked at him for a moment, then nodded in defeat, Oscar was right. That had been exactly what he was planning to do. "So what, you're just going to sit here and stare at her all night like some lovesick puppy?" Lando asked. "Where's that going to get you?"

"No." Oscar shook his head, getting to his feet.

"I'm going home, where I wanted to be tonight in the first place. Have a good night, Lando."

He could hear Lando calling after him as he slipped into the crowd and back towards the exit. As much as he hated the crowds, it did make it a lot easier to escape from Lando.

Once he made it out on to the street he got his head down, setting a brisk pace as he walked home. It was quicker than waiting for a taxi, and if he kept his head down and walked fast enough the odds of anyone spotting him or trying to stop him were minimal. Unlike his teammate he'd become quite good at flying under the radar.

It also gave him a little bit of time and fresh air to try and clear his head. It had taken him by surprise, having her suddenly reappear in his life like this, how much it physically pained him to see that she'd moved on.

He may have been the one to make the decision at the time that their relationship was over, and yes there was a hundred different points that he could've reached out and tried to make amends and he hadn't. But there was something about seeing her in the club, dancing with another man and looking so happy that made it all seem so final.

Maybe Lando was right, maybe he did need to move on, or at the very least accept that she wasn't coming back.

Daisy had, that much was clear for him to see.

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November Updates

I'm participating in a non-nanowrimo writing challenge this November, so I'm planning on working on original fiction for the month. I'm going to try and post a few chapters from works I have a big backlog of while I'm busy trying to write a novel. Title cards for the projects I'm hoping to start posting below the cut!

[prongsfish]

jan... 29... i seriously am useless. so sorry guys

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333

[brighteststar707]

For someone who likes to say she doesn't have a type, I do have a tendency to just date the same people in different fonts over and over huh

[non-un-topo]

The irony of having no time to buy needles so I can take my T shot because the queer genders course is keeping me SO busy...

[cantquitu]

Little Miss and Squirt are proud of you.

AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS!!!!!! <3

[dykefever]

it's my birthday tomorrow ...one more shift at work and then i'm free for four days !!!!

[syoish-aot]

self motivation is continuing to update your CCxOC fic even though you're getting crickets in the comments

you guys should read my Jean/OC fic it's good

[jorvikzelda]

thank you to chappell roan for providing me with good luck babe to listen to on repeat as I finish my bachelor's thesis and thank you to myself at the end of april for deciding to buy a fancy keyboard that I can write it with

[i-like-loserz]

apt for two

pairing: san x reader

cw: smut (18+), drunk!san with needy-desperate vibes (as always), afab!reader, friends-to-lovers, praise kink, mommy kink, handjob, nipple play (m!recieving), breeding kink, unprotected piv, eternal boner (you'll find out), mention of asian glow, san's fancam, not beta-read, etc.

wc: 4k (wow)

note: I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINISH LIKE THREE 1/4 DONE FICS BUT INSTEAD IM DOING THIS :) also i get asian glow too, so i love the representation i'm getting with drunk-teez!

1 shot

tonight was supposed to involve a pregame at your place before bar-hopping, but somebody decided to ditch you and turn in early (wooyoung). of course, it wasn't until 9:30 that you got the text.

you'd been waiting so patiently, only having one drink. you were saving the rest to share with your friends once he arrived. it was supposed to be the three of you, but now it's just--

2 shots

"maybe he's just tired because of work or something?"

san is sweet, trying to lighten your disappointment.

he just took his second shot, barely wincing as he swallows it quickly before gently setting the glass back on the counter -- you can tell he's trying to hide his distaste for the liquor.

"he's just hungover because he decided to go out without us last night, sannie..." you drone, "he's probably sleeping off the club."

"hm, you're probably right. but if he were here, it probably wouldn't be that fun if he's hungover."

"that's true..."

you pour another round of shots.

3 shots

"hey, let's play a game." san looks at you with bright eyes.

you can see it already -- the flush spreading across his cheeks. for such a big guy, he sure get tipsy easily.

"what kind of game? there's only the two of us."

"how about...apateu?"

"with two people?" he nods with a cute little smile. how could you deny him? "sure, if you want"

5 shots (for san)

you bite back an adoring smile as you watch san down a second shot. his expressions are a lot freer now, letting himself wince just from the smell of tequila, followed by a grossed-out groan after he takes it.

"okay, maybe we should stop. you've lost twice already." he's not very good at this game -- even when you let him pick the number for each turn.

"no, no, let's go again!" his eyes are glazed over, lids heavy from the liquor as he tries to convince you to continue.

you let a smile crack as you watch him sway prettily in front of you, "...you seem a lot more drunk than me though."

"hm?" he smiles back, "that's okay? right?"

you can't help but laugh at his adorableness. he picks up your shot glass and nudges it closer to you.

"just take one, so we're even."

it might just be the liquor, or that pretty blush on his face, but you're feeling bold.

"mm, but you had two, baby."

you say it so casually, yet he reacts to that word immediately. his expression is quickly replaced with something needy.

oh, so he liked that....

"t-then take two." he suggests with a stutter.

you pour yourself one more, right to the brim, and he watches on in awe. you drink it easily, enjoying the way san's eyes stare at your lips as you lick them clean.

"i don't think we're gonna make it to the bars tonight." you tease.

his small shy smile returns, "just stay here...with me, then."

5 shots + a glass of water (for san)

you guide san to the couch with a glass of water in your hand.

barely a few steps from the kitchen counter, he makes you stop for a moment so he can clumsily lace his fingers with yours.

"it's more secure" he murmurs shyly.

you don't say anything as you continue to lead him into the living room, but when you turn away you're biting your lip to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

you're afraid that your cuteness aggression will scare him away.

he immediately picks up a pillow to snuggle against his chest as he sits down. always needing something in his lap...

he looks up at you, all pink cheeks and smiles, as you set the glass of water down on the coffee table in front of him.

you sit down next to him and settle against the plush seat with a sigh.

"what now?" he asks eager and curious.

eager for what?

"well, first, drink some water," san obediently takes a few sips of water as you continue to speak, "do you want to watch a movie or something?"

you were planning on letting him crash on the couch, but how could you leave him when he's looking at you like that?

"hm..." he puts the glass down before looking back at you with a shy expression, "can we watch something else?"

"like what?"

"can i show you some of my fancams?"

"...fancams...?"

"yeah, i want to show you how i look in concert."

you almost giggle from how shy he's being. isn't tequila supposed to make you bolder?

"sannie, i've been to your concerts."

he pouts -- actually pouts, "but you haven't seen them like this!"

how could you deny him?

"ok, ok, let's have a look then."

you try to give him the remote to look it up, but he immediately struggles to type with it -- even turning off the tv at some point -- so you have to take over.

"so it's...'san fancam--'" you press in each letter individually.

"'--ice on my teeth 241115'" he finishes for you.

"...1...5..."

you finally type it all in and click on the video. you see woo (the ditcher of the night, you remind yourself) crouching in front of a sleekly dressed san, who looks very different from the soft and cuddly man next to you.

"how do you remember all of the numbers for the title?" you question as you finally relax back onto the couch.

he shrugs, "i dunno, i just do -- wait, start it over, we were talking during the start!"

"san, it's been like, two seconds."

"please??"

you start it over to placate him.

as you watch the video, you notice how quiet he is next to you.

he must be really into his own fancams...

you get it though. you've never watched his fancams before (you've only seen woo's because he forces you to binge them with him whenever you facetime), but he looks really good in that long coat, glasses, and with his hair slicked back like that, hitting every note with that stupidly handsome look on his face.

he looks so serious...so domineering. delectable.

so...not how you usually see him.

you turn to look at him, wondering if he's just as entranced by himself as you are -- but he's already looking at you.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you're caught ogling your friend, right in front of him.

"so...? do you like it?"

"yeah, it was a good performance, san."

"sannie." he corrects, "do you really like it, or are you just saying that?"

"no, i really like it--"

"which part? do you like the outfit? a lot of people say they like that outfit on me the most. but there's also one where i have on a see-through top..." he starts to ramble.

oh, now you know what he's looking for.

your voice is soft as you coo to him, "you looked great up there, sannie. so talented...and handsome." he smiles sheepishly as you compliment him, "did you show this to me because you wanted to show off? show me how good you are in front of a crowd?"

now he's shy.

"just wanted to know if you liked what you see."

you cradle his face with your hand, "you're so cute, baby," he melts against your touch, nuzzling his warm cheek against you, "just want some praise, hm?"

it's crazy that you have this man falling apart for you with a few words and a bare touch of your hand.

on stage, he looks so regal and put together.

right here? he looks undeniably soft and malleable.

"do you like me?"

"of course, i do." you caress his cheek with your thumb, enjoying the heat that radiates off his skin, "you're a sweetheart."

"no, like, do you like-like me?" his eyes meet yours, wide with hope and yearning.

"what, are we in middle school?" you tease.

he whines softly, "im serious"

you ignore his question and throw it back at him.

"do you like me?"

he's hesitant, timid, but eventually --

"mhm."

"oh really? since when?"

"since forever."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"because..." san briefly looks away, "because i don't know if you like me"

your hand drifts from his jaw to his chin. you can't help but admire his perfect features -- his fluffy hair, dark brows, intense eyes, cute nose, and...his lips.

you carefully glide your thumb over his pretty bottom lip, enamored by how pretty and pink it is.

he stutters out a breath.

"and if i do?"

"c-can you kiss me?" he sounds so sweet and timid when he asks. his eyes eagerly glance down at your lips as you drag his bottom lip down, revealing his pearly white teeth.

you're mesmerized by his mouth. you press against his perfect teeth and he opens up immediately, letting you drag your thumb against his soft tongue. he sucks it in, laving sweetly against the sensitive pad of your finger as he stares up at you, eager to please.

"such a good boy~"

he whines, brows furrowing in desperate need. what a sweet sound.

you move your hand from his mouth so you can get in a better position. you shift from the couch to his lap, wanting to feel his body against yours. his arms immediately loop around your body, finding your waist so he can press you closer.

you dip in, hand at the base of his neck to control him, and nudge your nose against his -- just to tease him. he tries to push up and press his lips to yours, but you stop him, hand firmly holding him back.

"what am i gonna do with you?" you shake your head, "silly boy..."

he looks confused, brows tighten together endearingly, an expression that's slightly embarrassed.

"i-i thought you wanted to kiss."

"did i say that?"

"n-no, but--"

"you think you're so pretty that anyone would let you hit?" your hand moves up to the center of his neck. you press gently on the sides of his throat, pulling a groan from his lips. "mm...maybe you are pretty..."

he shivers from the praise. you can tell he's trying to hold back, but he's still subtly trying to move his hips under you, desperate for any type of friction.

"please? just one kiss?"

"just one?" you ghost your lips on his.

he whimpers at the feeling. you guess his lips are especially sensitive.

"please"

you give in, leaning against his silky pink lips. you feel him melt against you, sighing into it like it's the sweet relief of water in a barren desert. he desperately attempts to pull you closer by your waist, but you're already firmly pressed against him.

he deepens the kiss, delicately licking against the seam of lips before diving in and dragging his tongue against yours. you taste the tequila and lust -- it makes you hungry for more. he moans prettily when you nip at his lips, sucking on the sweet, sensitive skin until it gets all puffy and plump.

when you break the kiss, he attempts to chase your lips for more, not ready to separate. you dodge his advances with an amused smile, loving how needy he is already.

"you said one kiss"

"mmm, i think i messed up on that one..." he swipes his tongue over his swollen lips as he stares hungrily at yours, eyelids heavy but gaze wanting, "can we try again?"

“maybe if you earn it again…”

he groans, “fuck,” he presses his hips against yours, making you feel how hard he is under his pants, “but i need you so bad, mommy.”

hearing that word slip from his beautiful lips almost makes you melt into a puddle, right on his lap. if it weren’t for the way you were straddling him, your thighs would’ve immediately pressed together from the amount of need you were feeling. 

you press down on him just as eagerly, panting from the pressure of his hard cock against your aching clit. 

"yeah? you gonna be a good boy and fill me up?"

"mhmm~" his deep voice drones, vibrating from his chest against yours, "please let me -- i need to be inside of you."

you roll your hips against him, coaxing cute whimpers from him with every press.

"think you deserve it?" you taunt. san can't even answer you, merely nodding with his eyes squeezed shut, reveling in the feeling of your body grinding against his.

your hands move down from his neck, over his chest and stomach before settling right against his covered cock. you can feel the way he twitches under his pants, desperately begging for attention.

he groans when you press against him, the minimal pressure is already too much for him to handle.

"you're already so hard for me." you stroke him over his pants, feeling the perfect contours of his erection even when separated by the fabric.

"m'always hard for you" he slurs, hips subtly flexed upwards in an attempt to feel more of you.

"let me see." you unbutton his pants with ease and use a bit of force to pull them off just far enough to reveal his pretty cock and the top of his legs. his blushing tip weeps delicately with beads of cum, already spilling against his shaft -- evidence of how close he already is to the edge.

when you wrap your hand around him, his body stiffens and his hands instantly grip over the top of your thighs to ground himself.

"w-wait...not yet--" he begs, head thrown back in ecstasy.

you haven't even done anything yet.

"sannie," you can feel him throbbing against your fingers, "baby, are you okay?"

"d-don't move." he shudders, "i m-might--"

you watch his facial expressions closely as you squeeze your fist around him, nearly drooling from the way his eyebrows scrunch together with intensity.

"oops..." you fail to hide your smile but it doesn't matter, he can't see it anyway. you swipe your thumb against the edge of his tip, massaging that sweet spot as his legs begin to shake.

you slip your other hand under his shirt, feeling up his muscled torso to his heaving chest. his skin is warm and smooth against your fingers and it makes you want to leave pretty marks all over him.

his back arches when you lazily drag your index finger against his nipple. you circle your finger around it experimentally and the needy bud hardens from your teasing touch.

"sensitive boy..." you hum.

he whimpers sweetly, "t-too much--"

you ignore his words and pinch his nipple. his mouth opens and he's barely able to take a handful of breaths before he's crying out in broken moans and thrusting against your hand. you work him through it with hushed praises, letting him fuck your fist until he's too weak to continue.

you take your other hand and run your fingers through his hair lovingly as his climax moves through him before caressing the back of his flushed neck. his overstimulated body shivers against your gentle touch, but he still leans into it.

he made a mess.

his cum spurted all over -- spilling over your hand and dripping on your lap -- so now, your pants (and his) are ruined. when san finally calms down a bit, he peeks down at the mess as well.

"i-i'm sorry, i tried to hold it in..." he stares at you with rounded eyes, sparkling with shame and embarrassment.

you tilt your head as you regard the flushed man before you, "if you're gonna be so messy, clean it up." he cowers slightly at your taunting words.

"h-how..."

you lift the hem of his shirt wordlessly and -- after a moment of confusion -- he obediently raises his arms to let you take it off. he watches on with a surprised expression as you bundle it up and use it to wipe your hands and lap.

"what? you thought i'd make you lick it up?" you tease, "didn't know you were that much of a pervert."

"i-no, i d-don't know." he stammers.

you accidentally brush against him as you're cleaning up and his body jolts harshly from the feeling. you gently move the shirt away and notice that he's still hard.

how the fuck--

he can feel your stare.

"u-um...it's..." he attempts to cover himself up with his hands, "this is normal." you throw his shirt to the side and take him by the wrists. you move his hands away and his cock twitches from your attention.

"is it?" when you look up at his face he's blushing, thoroughly embarrassed by his needy body.

"only...when i think of you." he says quietly, "y-you can just ignore it though." he stares at the way your smaller hands wrap around his wrists.

cute.

just to see what he'd do, you put his hands on your body, leading them up from your hips to your chest. he immediately gropes your tits in his large hands, letting out a pathetic noise.

"didn't know you were so insatiable..." you push him away and get off of his lap. he whines from the loss of contact but as soon as he sees you start to strip for him, he's silent, watching on in awe.

you pull off your shirt but leave your bra on -- just another way to tease and deprive him of what he wants. next, you shimmy off your pants before throwing them in his lap.

"look at the stains you left on them," you pout, "those were new." (no they weren't) "you're gonna have to buy me a new pair."

"yeah, o-ok, i'll buy you anything you want..." san ignores the pants and continues to stare at you with a cute spaced-out expression, refusing to miss even a second of you nearly naked in front of him.

he looks so good sitting there, waiting so patiently for you. his broad shoulders -- that stretch every shirt he owns -- lift every so often with the deep breaths he's taking.

his bare body is tan and fucking chiseled, you swear you could get off just grinding on his stupidly perfect abs. and the way he's keeping his hands to himself, despite how eager his cock stands for you.

when you start to approach him again, he shoves the stained clothing away to make room for you. you caress his face as you settle on top of him again.

"don't worry, baby, i'll help you."

"fuck, please."

back on top of him, you roll your hips so your covered cunt just barely grazes his hard cock. he lets out a helpless groan from the bare touch.

"oops, i forgot to take these off..." you snap the waistband of your panties against your hips, "is it okay if we just shove them to the side?" you ask, guiding his hand to feel the lace that decorates the edges.

he tugs at the fabric with thinly veiled frustration. you're surprised he hasn't lost it already. you loop your arms around his neck, letting him touch as much of you as he wants.

his hand travels under your thighs to press right over your clothed center.

"just don't mess these up too, okay?"

"i'll try my best" he presses the pads of his fingers against your cunt, feeling your wet slick soak through the thin fabric of your underwear. "f-fuck, you're already dripping."

"i'm all ready for you, sannie..." you press your hips against his hand, "you could probably just slip it right in" you whisper.

that's all the convincing it takes for him to push his hand under the fabric and run his finger against the soft lips of your cunt.

"feels good, baby~" you shove your face against the crook of his neck, mouthing and nipping against his skin. he hums gratefully at the praise -- it almost sounds like he's purring.

your slick coats his fingers as he rubs them against your sopping hole, gently pressing into you until you stretch around him. you bite your lip as he thrusts into you shallowly, barely able to finger-fuck you correctly because of how far his arm is stretched around your body.

you swear you're making a mess of his hand, dripping everywhere because of how much you want him inside of you. you pull your face away from his neck, eyes locking with his, "sannie, just fuck me."

you lift your hips up enough to press his weeping cock against you.

"b-but what about--"

you pull him in for a kiss and he immediately leans into it, melting against you once again. if you weren't so horny, you'd gush over how easy he is for you.

"don't worry, baby, i can take it."

san listens, pulling your panties to the side so he can position himself against you. he runs his cock against the seam of your cunt a few times to lubricate himself enough before slowly pushing against you. you press down at the same time, legs shaking slightly as your body stretches to accommodate his size.

"o-oh, fuck!" he chokes out, overwhelmed by the feeling of your soaking cunt sucking him in. you both moan when you sit all the way down, letting him fill you to the brim.

"mm...you fill me up so good, baby." you sigh, starting to roll your hips against him. he's so big that he presses against all the special spots inside of you with every move you make.

his hips involuntarily jerk upwards every time you lift your hips away from him, desperately needing to feel you all around him. he'd probably like cockwarming, you think -- or you would think if he wasn't fucking the thoughts from your mind.

"m-mommy, it's -- too much--" his hands wrap around your waist, squeezing faint bruises into your skin as he grapples with the feeling of your tightness fluttering around him.

your head tilts back as you speed up against him, "be good, sannie..." your breaths come out short and labored, "let mommy use your cock -- mm...fuck, yes." your mind is hazy as he hits all the right places inside of you.

he whines, pressing his face against your chest as you move against him, "i don't think i'm going to last." he twitches inside of you, already worked up to the edge.

"then go ahead," you breathe, "cum in me."

you feel the way his hips flex at the thought of filling you up, of making a mess out of you.

"i-i shouldn't..." he says -- but he's fucking up against you harder.

"why not, sannie?" you taunt, "don't want to get me pregnant?"

he lifts his head from your chest to look at you, "p-pregnant?"

"mhm," you smile down at him, "give me your babies so i can't go anywhere."

you're suddenly pressed against his hips, hard, his cock stretching you to your limit. you can feel him everywhere. you moan loudly, cunt fluttering uncontrollably from the intense pleasure he's pressing into you.

"you'd be mine?" he questions with an eager tone, almost innocently so. you can feel the way he throbs inside of you, just a touch away from tipping over the edge.

he refuses to move until you answer him.

so you try to. at least with the 1% of brain power he leaves you with.

"a-and you'd be mine." you can barely focus on the words you want to say.

san starts to shallowly thrust into you, "i'm already yours..."

"then i'm yours too."

his hands cradle your face as you continue to move against each other more desperately. he guides your face to his, pressing his lips against yours messily, teeth dragging and tongues mingling.

it's like he's only doing it to taste you. to feel you because he can't believe you're real. to claim your whole body because he can't take being away from you, even by a few centimeters.

you reach your highs together, moving perfectly in sync until you're both shaking in pleasure. you feel his hot cum fill you up, spurt after spurt -- so much in fact, you can feel it start to drip out of you, down his cock, and onto his lap.

"fuck, i might actually get pregnant from this." you say to yourself.

you feel him twitch inside of you again.

well, shit.

[cherryyluvs]

Late Night Confessions

late night calls and movie nights with you slowly turn into something more.

It started with late night calls. They were innocent, Mark would call you after a long night of fighting villains or finishing his part time in Burger Mart. Just to hear that sweet voice of yours before bed.

“You ever just sit on your roof at 2am and think about how weird life is?” He said one night, voice laced with exhaustion and fondness.

“Mark it’s 2 am.” You whined sleepily. Burying yourself deeper into your blankets. “And you're still wearing your suit, aren't you?”

“… Maybe,” He admitted, a sheepish chuckle slipping through the phone. “But if i take it off now, that means i have to get up and shower and i'm way too comfy talking to you.”

You groaned, rolling onto your side. “You're the worst”

“And yet, you're still on the phone with me.” He teased

You rolled your eyes but the smile on your face was undeniable. The calls became a routine after that. He would call you when he was tired, when he was happy, when he wanted to just hear your voice. And honestly? You didn't mind one bit.

Then came the movie nights, they started as a casual thing. Just two best friends hanging out and binge watching cheesy action films or terrible romcoms while demolishing a ridiculous amount of popcorn.

Tonight, though something felt.. Different.

You were both sprawled out on his couch, snuggled up next to Mark, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket that was his but you'd stolen it ages ago. And a ridiculous superhero movie playing in the background, but neither of you were paying attention. Your head was resting against Mark’s shoulder, and at some point he hesitantly draped an arm around you.

You pretended to not notice the way his heart was racing. “Okay but tell me why this guy just threw a whole car at the villain instead of, i don't know? Punching him?” Mark muttered, trying to focus on anything but the fact that you were curled up against him. You giggled, feeling his voice vibrate through his chest.

“I don't know invincible, maybe you should take notes.” He groaned, tilting his head back against the couch, “Don't remind me. I get that enough of that from william” You hummed in amusement, snuggling a little closer.

Mark stiffened for a moment before relaxing. He wanted to say something but every time he worked up the courage, the words were stuck in his throat.

Now or never.

He took a deep breath. “Hey uh, can i tell you something?”

“Hmm?” you replied, eyes half lidded from the warmth and comfort. His throat went dry. This was not how he pictured confessing, he had a whole plan! Flowers maybe. But with your head leaning against his shoulder, he couldn't think straight.

God why am I like this?

“I, uh like you. A lot! Like more than just friends kind of like you.” You froze, looking at his face, he was so red. Like, cartoon tomato face red.

“Mark..”

“And i know that was super awkward, and i totally just ruined the movie night but i had to say it befor-”

“Mark.”

He gulped. “Yeah?” You smiled, soft and mischievous. “Just kiss me already.”

His breath hitched, eyes wide as you reached the collar of his shirt and pulled him down. The moment your lips met, he melted. Completely.

Every late night call, every lingerie glance, every accidental touch , it all led to this.

Judging by the way you were smiling against his lips, you'd been waiting for this just as much as he had. The warmth of his lips , nervous but eager. It was all so sweet.

When you finally pulled away, his face was still red and grinning like an absolute idiot. “So… does this mean I can finally stop pretending I don't stare at you when you laugh?” You snorted, swatting his chest.

“You stare at me? Mark!”

“Hey! That's unfair. You can't just exist and be this cute. It's distracting !” He huffed, burying his face in your shoulder.

You couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled up. “Well, if it makes you feel better i also stare at you too.”

Mark smiled “Great. So we've both been embarrassing this whole time.”

“Yup” you said, popping the ‘p’ with a smile. “But now we get to be embarrassing together.” He beamed at you, eyes soft and full of something deep. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”

You settled back into the couch, Mark pulling you more closer and you knew. This was only the start.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <333