#and just. yeah I said I wouldn’t get into it but here we are. this always happens

[cherrynpink]

still yours

pairing: ex!mingyu x f!reader

genre: exes to lovers, second chance romance, fluff, angst, smut MDNI!

warnings: jeongcheol is the side ship hehe, bsf cheol, very angsty, bickering, down bad oc n gyu, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, yearning, there is a hot tub involved, if even 1 of u get the yeh jawani hai diwani reference it's worth it, flirting, mentions of threesome, making out, oral sex (f. recieving), softdom!gyu, clitoral stimulation, fingering, soft sex, emotional talks here and there, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending!!!, lmk if I missed anything!

w.c.: 9.7k

playlist: still yours

note: this is slightly inspired by the movie yeh jawani hai diwani if any one of u get it thank u so much I love you. that specific part of party 4 u by charli xcx was playing in my head the entire time i was writing and I've been writing this for a week 😭 alsooo woke up last morning to see a 100 followers, thank u so much ☹️

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cheol🖕🏻: did u land yet?

you: at the baggage claim rn

still NOT talking to u

kys

cheol🖕🏻: very rude of u to talk to ur dear friend (who paid for ur ticket btw) like that

you: i will throw cash at u the second I see u, still not talking to you

cheol🖕🏻: DID YOU JUST WANT ME TO NOT INVITE HIM I CAN’T DO THAT Y/N

you: WOULD HAVE APPRECIATED IT IF U HAD TOLD ME BEFORE I BOARDED

cheol🖕🏻: did not want to give u the chance to run off

also tf

r u saying u wouldn’t have come to my wedding :(

you: never said that but i would be more prepared

would’ve snuck cocaine up my ass and had a few drinks at the lounge if I knew

cheol🖕🏻: they would arrest u for the cocaine babe

you: it’s ok ur lawyer fiancé can bail me out

cheol🖕🏻: he is very talented :)

you: stop thinking about dick for a second u sick freak

cheol🖕🏻: stop slut shaming me :(

did u find a cab yet?

you: yeah

will be there in 40 minutes

still NOT talking to u

sick liar

cheol🖕🏻: I WAS NOT LYING HE DID SAY HE WASN’T COMING UNTIL LIKE A WEEK AGO

you: SO YOU HAD A WEEK TO TELL ME AND YET U DIDN’T

wow

they were right

cheol🖕🏻: who’s they

you: all men do is lie

#sigh

#allmenarethesame

cheol🖕🏻: :(

you: can see u pouting through the screen

you are NOT the victim here dawg

cheol🖕🏻: y/n

it will be okay

you: it’s been 5 years. It won’t.

cheol🖕🏻: it’s not just him yk, we all are there too

it’s been literally years since we all were together and I want u to see that putting this mingyu thing aside

I put a week aside for us all to spend some time like we did  

and I hope u and mingyu sort it out because it’s been ages since we were all in the room and I miss us

you: yeah ur right

i’ll behave

promise

n talk to him

cheol🖕🏻: thank you.

you: unless he decides to be a bitch

cheol🖕🏻: STOP

you: hehe :3

see u in a bit

read

Okay. Deep breathes. You can do this. You’ve spent the entire duration of your flight preparing for what to say, what to do, how to act, how to breathe (a typical one in one out would do you assumed). Spent all of the hours imagining innumerable scenarios of how meeting him again could go. How bad could it be right? You’re just meeting your ex you broke up with 5 years ago, you’ll be fine. It’s not like your break up left you an emotional mess for months and mingyu shaped hole in your heart that still remains untouched by any man that’s come in your life the past few years.

How will he react? Has he been looking forward to it? Oh my god, what if he has another girlfriend? You’re going insane. It doesn’t help that you’ll have to spend an ENTIRE week around him. He was already so good looking in college; you can only imagine how handsome he’s grown now he’s a man. Despite of still being in the same friend group, you’ve managed to barely see him since your break up because well, life. No matter how tight knit you were with your friends, people grow apart due to circumstance; whether it be due to higher priorities in life or simply distance, that’s what happened to all of you. Everyone got too busy keeping up with growing careers, and bills, and relationships- all moving away to different parts of the country.

That’s why Seungcheol organized this for all of you, right before his wedding weekend. He met Jeonghan through you, believe it or not. You were dating a guy you met on a dating app, who worked with Jeonghan. Once while you and Seungcheol had gone to a club together, you bumped into them. You and Vernon broke up, but Seungcheol and Jeonghan kept seeing each other, and the rest is history.

As you’re lost in your thoughts of your past and all your old memories, you hear the cab driver halt to a stop in front of the resort and you’re brought back to reality. And the resort is honestly gorgeous. And oh, in between Jeonghan and Cheol, they are absolutely LOADED. Because not only have they booked rooms for all their guests at the resort, but they’re getting married right on the private beach of the resort. You could imagine Cheol quitting his job in a few years and just becoming a trophy wife.

You take your luggage out of the trunk of the car and walk into the lobby of the hotel and who do you see but Seungcheol, laughing with Jeonghan as he slowly turns back to you and you see him giving you a wide smile; but Seungcheol’s eyes are still on Jeonghan- and it warms your heart. When you see them together, you get it; they make sense. You see how easy it’s supposed to be- loving someone. How so in love someone can be, that their entire world disappears, and the person they want is the center of their universe.

Finally, Jeonghan nudges his shoulder as he begins to walk to you, open armed embracing you in a hug as you can’t help but smile. As you pull away from him, right behind you is Seungcheol, wasting no time before he is absolutely squeezing you, leaving you out of breath. No matter how many times you see him, he still hugs you the same way he did 8 years ago when you first met. You don’t think you’ll actually ever love anyone as much as you love your best friend.

“Hey, leave her, she literally can’t breathe!” Jeonghan says giggling.

“You’re getting married!” you say against Seungcheol’s shoulder, still in his tight grip.

“I’m getting married” he says with a smile as he finally lets you go, his hand still wrapped around your shoulder.

“You literally saw me a week ago, what’s with all the touchiness?”

“God forbid a man be happy and love his best friend.”

“Let’s take your luggage up, everyone is already up in our room.” Jeonghan says. “Cheol, carry it.”

“Everyone’s up? Mingyu’s reached too?” you say hesitantly. There is a nervousness in your voice that neither Jeonghan nor Cheol miss.

“There’s no need to be anxious y/n.” Jeonghan says as you walk towards their room.

“Just- you know, say hi to him, hug him, smile and it’ll be over. Doesn’t have to be awkward.” Seungcheol says, as if completing Jeonghan’s thought. God. They were so annoying and perfect.

“Oh, didn’t realise I lacked basic human interactive skills guys! Yeah, thanks a lot for that.” You say in annoyance as you roll your eyes, finally reaching their room; and you can already hear the sound of laughing and someone singing from the outside.

“Y/n, literally. Chill.” Seungcheol says as he opens the door. And there they are. The people you love so much, all rushing to crowd around you. you hear multiple iterations of your name being shouted as Seungkwan becomes the first to hug you, followed by Joshua and Dokyeom. You feel so full of love and happiness your heart might just burst, because it’s been just so long since you all saw each other together. Even though they’ve all grown up so much, you can’t help but picture the moment you first saw each of them, eyes so innocent and full of wonder; and how none of your 8 years ago versions would believe how far you’ve come. It truly makes you teary.

As they all swarm you with hi-s and how are you-s, they look so excited to welcome you- sitting you down, taking your bags from you, bringing you room service they ordered; and through it all you see him walk in. Ice bucket in hand, bright smile, hair all fluffy and messy like that of a puppy, eyes sparkling; but a maturity in them that he lacked when you met him years ago. His neck shines with sweat, as your travels down to see him wearing a tight tank top with low waist baggy jeans. God, he looks better than ever. And he has gotten so much buffer than before, did he just live at the gym now? As soon as your eyes meet his, there’s a twinkle in them- as if his head is filtering through a montage of flashbacks of the 3 years you spent together.

You both realise you’ve been staring at each other far too long as an uncomfortable silence settles in the room, the rest of the group giving each other awkward glances. You see him place the ice bucket on the table as he smiles and picks you up, hugging you, spinning you around in his arms, flashbacks flooding your head. As he sets you down, your hands still on the back of his neck, his hand reaches to tuck your curtain bangs behind your ear so that he can see all of you, no piece of hair obstructing the sight in front of you.

“Hi”. he says, his thumb on your cheek. You’re panicking in your head, because all this is going way too fast, way too soon. But he’s always been like this; it’s Mingyu. Your Mingyu.

“Hi.” you reply, a soft smile on your face as your hand drops to his chest, beginning to pull away.

And the realization hits you: this week is about to be so much harder for you that you anticipated.

They all send you to your room to freshen up, because it has been a long travel and you look like hell. You’ve got the whole week to catch up; they can wait for a while to let you catch a breath.

You finish unpacking and take a long shower to rid your body of the sweat that just doesn’t stop because of the southeast asian heat and till you’re finished, it’s already evening; the sun hasn’t set yet but it adorns the horizon in a yellowish-orange hue. You’re in the middle of drying your hair, when you hear a knock on your door.

“Y/n, it’s Joshua!” you hear him call out as you open the door in the hotel room.

“We’re leaving for the beach in a bit, so get dressed.” He says casually, hand in the pocket of his loose swim shorts.

“But I just took a shower! And blow dried by hair too! they’re gonna get ruined.” You whine with a pout on your face.

“Don’t make that face it’s literally never worked on me, come on, get dressed.”

“Fine, but I’m not getting in the water.” You say accepting defeat as he leaves your room.

Knowing your resort had a private beach, you had packed tons of cute bikini sets that you couldn’t wear at home. You pick out a white floral set with a matching sarong, choosing to wear a pair of denim shorts over it till you reached the beach. And you set out the room, floral clip in hair, tote bag and light island girl makeup that you had learned on tiktok the previous day.

Your room is right next to the one Joshua and Dokyeom are sharing, so you knock on their door as Dokyeom opens it, him too wearing the same hotel robe.

“Oh y/n you look great, there are lots of hot lifeguards here.” He says teasing you.

“Why are you still in your robe after asking me to get dressed! I rushed through my makeup.” You say entering their room, and boy did it look like a mess- suitcases wide open in the middle, clothes scattered all over, empty beer bottles placed randomly around the room.

“Oh it’s my bad, I feel asleep.” He says running his hand through his hair giving you a smile.

“Damn bro you live like this?” you say scrunching you nose pointing to the mess in his room.

“Here comes miss superiority complex type A personality. You were worse in uni.”

“Yes it’s called improving yourself dokyeom, I-”

“Okay stop with the bullshit and ignoring the elephant in the room.” He says cutting you off.

“First of all, very rude- never interrupt me. Second of all, there is no elephant in the room.” You say acting innocent.

“You and Mingyu. What was that earlier.”

“Oh my god I have no idea as well! As soon as I got into my room, I was like what the fuck was that!” you say like it’s all you’ve been waiting him to bring up.

“Don’t fuck him.”

“What- I wasn’t going to do that!” you say denying these heinous allegations.

“You were thinking it the second you saw him. I know that the break up was hard for you, but you have to know it was equally if not harder for him too.”

“Well, of course I know that I mean it was mutual so-”

“I know that. Just, be careful, okay? Be friends again, we all want that. But be careful.”

“Why wasn’t he going to come until a week ago?” you ask.

“He thought you would be uncomfortable. But then me and shua convinced him to come because it was about Cheol. And it was important for as all to be here with him.”

"By the way, does he have a girlfriend?" You ask trying to act nonchalant, and he sees right through you, but decides against teasing you because you already look miserable enough.

"No he's been single for months now." He says while brushing his hair.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can get through this vacation sober.” You say as you fall back on the bed, your face in your hand.

“There are minis in the refrigerator you know.”

“Aren’t they like super expensive.”

“Cheol will pay for them.” He says handing you a mini bottle of vodka, and you down it in an instant.

“Are we going to bankrupt him this week?” you whisper feeling the liquid burn down your throat.

“Eh, he’ll earn it back. C’mon let’s go.” He says grabbing a baseball cap as he’s finally dressed and ready to leave.

On the other end of the hallway, Mingyu is absolutely panicking his room, screaming at Joshua and Seungkwan for reasons even he doesn’t understand.

“Why did I lift her up?” he screamed in frustration. “I’ve literally never done that! My plan was to give her a handshake as to not make it awkward and-”

“Yeah, because a handshake is totally not weird at all.” Seungkwan says interrupting Mingyu’s very stressful rant.

“Anything you did would be awkward when you haven’t met in years, it’s natural. Don’t worry about it too much.” Joshua says nonchalantly, as if Mingyu is not having a complete breakdown right in front of him.

He almost wants to correct Joshua that you did in fact meet once a year after the breakup, even though it ended in empty bottles of soju scattered on his side table and you wrapped around him in his bed, but he stops himself from telling his friends because you made him promise not to.

“You’re overthinking this, let’s go now, dokyeom says they’re all waiting for us.” Joshua says holding up his phone to show his texts. His friends are useless in giving advice, he thinks. He’s asking Jeonghan next time.

When he gets out of his room, he sees you laughing with the rest of the group, and he thinks he’s going to have a heart attack after seeing you in the prettiest bikini he’s ever seen; or maybe it’s just pretty because you’re the one wearing it- he doesn’t really care, but he’s not sure he’ll be alive if you take off the denim shorts on the beach and prays to god you don’t want to get into water because the only thing worse for him than you in that bikini would be you wet in the bikini.

“No but why is it that I have to share a room but Seungkwan isn’t sharing with gyu!” he hears Dokyeom complain as he approaches them.

“Because Seungkwan’s girlfriend is coming for the weekend and mingyu booked the room himself and you are alone Dokyeom.” Seungcheol says as Dokyeom pouts at the rather harsh yet true comment.

“Hey, if you have that much of an issue to share with me get a room alone.” Joshua suggests, a bit of anger in his voice hearing his friend complain.

“Okay let’s go now if you both are done.”

Once you’re all on the beach, you lay down the sheets you got from the hotel, setting down your tote bag as the rest of the guys run to the water, watching Joshua tackle Dokyeom to the ground- a payback for complaining earlier, as you laugh from a distance, left alone with mingyu. You’ve never been good at starting conversations, and it’s really easy for you to get awkward. You hope to god mingyu remembers that about you and starts the conversation. Finally you hear his voice from behind as you turn to face him.

“You’re not gonna go with them?”

“I just did my hair, didn’t want to ruin it.” You say shrugging your shoulders. “I could ask the same to you, you know?”

“I wanted to talk to you.” he says softly, and god does he look beautiful- golden honey skin shining as the sun hits just the right spot on his cheekbones, hair curling on his forehead as the wind blew them and pleading eyes that stared at you asking questions you don’t know the answers to.

“We’re going to need something to drink.” You say as you sit besides, opening one for you and him you both from the multiple six packs Seungcheol had carried because you “needed it” in his words.

“I don’t think us and alcohol is a good idea.” He says with a slight smirk as you remember what happened when you were drunk around him the last time. But there is also no way you can talk to him sober without it ending it tears or sex, no in-between. You hope that you being in a public setting near your friends would help you avoid that.

“For old time’s sake mingyu. C’mon you’re going to refuse a drink from me? It’s just a beer anyway.” You say as you forward your hand towards him, offering him the bottle and that is apparently all you needed to say to convince him.

Once you’re both a bottle or two (you can’t tell at this point) in, it’s honestly much easier. It just feels like you and mingyu. Like nothing has changed in the past few years, and it’s just you and him again like it was 8 years ago as you catch up. The conversation flows from “oh how are you” to telling each wild stories, to reminiscing about college life and every small thing you haven’t talked about since forever. You’re both so immersed in talking that you don’t even notice the guys have moved on to playing beach volleyball now, horrible beach volleyball you must say; considering you were the team captain throughout school and college- and the watching them play is torture for you.

“why’d you leave that job then?”

“because I was stagnant. It was a great job honestly, but I wanted to progress and I wanted something new.” You said and Mingyu totally got it, because that has always been you. You’ve always went with what you felt was right for you in your gut and you weren’t afraid to take risks, something he’s always admired and wished he had the courage to do. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have to leave you years ago. But he pushes that thought out of his mind. He’s spent years thinking about maybe-s and what if-s, so he tries to focus on you again.

“After I left, I took a vacation back home for like a month and then I got a new offer.”

“No wait I’m confused again, you left it last year and visited home, so where are you now?”

“Where I wanted to be in college.” You say with a sly smile.

“No way.” he says, covering his mouth with his hand dramatically.

“Started at Regalia a few months ago.” you say with a smirk, leaning back on one hand as you take a sip of your beer.

Suddenly you see mingyu move from the corner of your eye as he jumps onto you, hugging you from the side.

“Y/n, I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you mingyu.” You say as your hand reaches to caress his shoulder.

“I really mean it.” He says as he separates from you. “I know it was all you ever dreamed of.”

“it wasn’t all I dreamed of.” You say, finally addressing the elephant in the room you both had been dancing around for the past hour.

“Y/n, I never meant to-” mingyu starts but is interrupted as he feels the ball hit him straight in his face, leaving sand in his mouth as you fall back, bursting into laughter, the beer almost coming out of your nose.

“Mingyu, Y/n how long are you going to sit! You have to come play now!” Seungkwan screamed at you.

“Only if you promise not to cheat!” you shout back.

After a screaming exchange between both of you for a while you finally give in, running over to them.

You and mingyu don’t complete your conversation later, blame your avoidant personality but you have the a few more days to finish it, right?

Once you’re all absolutely worn out by the very one-sided volleyball match (which your team won btw) you immediately all head back to your rooms to get some rest before dinner, but you have no time for rest because not only do you have to shower again because Seungcheol absolutely shoved you into the sand “accidently” because he doesn’t realise his own strength, but you now have to get dressed all over again.  As you're already tired from the jet lag and the volleyball, you decide to keep it simple for dinner with a baby blue A-line dress and light makeup since you know your face is going to get red because of the alcohol anyways.

When you reach for dinner, you can see that you are the last one to arrive, yet again and hear half-hearted complains from the group for being late, but you know they don’t mean it. It’s good you and Mingyu talked for a bit even though you didn’t really clear the entire air around you because it’s easier for you all to just talk and catch up and drink like crazy. Seriously, after you spend more than an hour joking around and making fun of each other you realise how drunk you all are: Dokyeom is singing with the live band, going to them and literally taking the mic from them, Seungkwan is being really emotional with you and Joshua telling you and him how much he loves you both while Joshua is totally zoned out mumbling something about how difficult dating is today, and Seungcheol and Mingyu are screaming at each other for some reason. You think you’re the only one being normal, but from Jeonghan’s seat he can see you giggling like crazy and everything Joshua says for no reason and he regrets being the only one who’s not as drunk as the rest of you, and pities himself for being the one who’s going to have to take each one of you personally to your respective beds and tuck you in, otherwise there's no telling where you'd run off to.

When you wake the next morning, you have no idea how you got into your bed, your head is killing you and as your eyes hurt from the bright sunshine in your eyes and you see a blob like figure blurry in front of your eyes and a ringing sound in your head.

“You should never drink again for the benefit of society.” Is what you hear the blurry figure say to you, until you blink a few more times and see Seungcheol and Mingyu standing in front of you.

“Leave me aloneeee.” you whine as you pull the sheets over you again, before they are once again pulling it off of you.

“Y/n you sent me a detailed itinerary of everything you wanted to do with timestamps and what not. And you said you quote, would kill me and ruin my wedding if you missed any of it. So according to it, you need to absolutely need to leave in an hour.”

“Noooo! I don’t wanna do anything I was lying.” You say, still in a nasty hangover, your pillow on your face.

“You will blame me 3 hours later if I don’t do this. Now, our caterer has cancelled on us last minute so me and han need to figure it out, and you have to go with Mingyu since he’s the only one free. Be a good girl and behave, okay?”

“Never call me that again I almost puked.” you reply as you finally sit up.

“I think you almost puked because you’re still in a hangover y/n.” Mingyu interrupts as you groan into the pillow.

Finally, after a lot of arguing they succeed in getting you out of bed as you get ready and have breakfast, ready to leave to travel around the city for the day with 1000 bags in Mingyu’s opinion, which are all “essential” in your opinion. The whole day you drag him everywhere in the city, from a café to a shopping center, to touristy places, to souvenir shops; and he complies throughout it all- because if anyone can make a travelling plan it’s you. He had forgotten how much he truly missed exploring places with you and listening to you tell him about it as if you were a travel guide. You ask him to a million pictures and he does each time, because he does remember all your good angles after all. He watches you collect absolutely ridiculous memorabilia for each place, “so that I remember and have a piece of the place” you say to him; watches you shove a few napkins from the 100-year-old café, pamphlets from wherever you can find, collect beer bottle caps, tags from clothes, bills- basically everything in your sight.

You find a hidden beach with just the perfect sunset view, you and mingyu sitting on big rocks next to each other eating ice-cream. As the evening approaches you, there is just one spot left on your list, an art gallery; but as soon as you notice the time you panic, because it’s about to close in half an hour.

“Mingyu, if we don’t do the art gallery, it won’t open for another week, and we won’t be here then!” you say anxiously.

“Y/n, you’ll see many art galleries, but this sunset, if you miss it, you won’t catch it again.” He says calmly. “You can’t go about everything according to your checklist. We didn’t expect we’d find this beach, but we did and we would be stupid to leave. You can't go about life based on a to-do list, because then you miss out on experiences like this. Let’s enjoy this sunset in the moment and think about what to do next later.”

And that’s hard to argue with, so you don’t protest more, and just end up leaning your head on his shoulder. Maybe this is why you didn’t work out, you’re just too different; different mindsets, different ideology, different goals. You’re so contradicting it makes you wonder how you stayed together for 3 years. You both stay silent, staring at the waves crashing; and this time the silence isn’t uncomfortable- it’s comforting, it’s easy, it’s just you and him and the sound of the sea as you watch the sun set on the horizon together, an orange-yellow hue in the summer and a cool breeze on your face.

“Gyu” you call him softly, looking straight at him. “Why weren’t you going to come?”

“It doesn’t matter y/n, I’m here now, right?” he says as he looks at you.

“Answer me please.” You mean for it to come out a demand, but it ends up sounding like a plea.

“I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He says looking down, avoiding your gaze.

“I could never be uncomfortable around you.” you say as you take his hand in yours. “Gyu I- I never blamed you for the break up. Never.”

“I know you didn’t, but I shouldn’t have left even when you asked me to, because you were hoping I would choose you, and I regret that I didn’t.” he says rubbing your thumb with his as he holds your hand tighter.

“Look at you gyu, look at where you are in life right now. You’ve grown so beautifully. At that moment, it was important for your career to move to-”

“I could’ve worked for my dad and stayed home y/n, and I-” he tries to argue, but you cut him off yet again, resting your head on your shoulder.

“Of course a small selfish part of me wanted you to stay, but I don’t think we would have grown as individuals if you did. You would’ve resented me for never chasing that great opportunity and I would always feel guilty for holding you back.”

“I could never resent you.” he says softly.

“I don’t blame you for leaving, because I encouraged you to; but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt me. But we were in different phases of life, we had different goals. And look at us now gyu” you say as you lift your head from your shoulder to meet his eyes. “We’ve become all that we wanted to be.”

“I wanted to do it with you beside me.” He says.

“I wanted to too, but we don’t have control in what’s written for us. At the time, it might’ve been the right call for us. When you left, I thought you didn’t care enough to stay and that left me a mess for days, but later I realised you left because you did care. No one can replace the love I have for you, and no one ever will. It just took me too long to realise that sometimes it doesn’t work out.”

“When you asked me to leave, you broke me y/n, because I felt like you didn’t love me as much; but I recognize my fault in that too. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time for us. But if with someone like you, it wasn’t the right time, then how could it ever be the right time with anyone?”

And for the first time, you don’t know what to say. So you just stay silent. And the silence doesn’t feel awkward, it feels good. It feels like you’ve both finally let years of heaviness and burden off your shoulders. There’s a lightness in the air around you as you continue to rub his thumb, the silence comforting you.

You don’t know how long you both sit there, just staring at the water but before you know it you’re getting a text from Joshua asking where you are.

“The guys are asking for us, we should leave.” You tell Mingyu. Once you’re both off the rock and you begin to walk away, Mingyu grabs you by your hand, stopping you.

“Y/n, we’re good?” he asks, eyes still nervous, an uncertain expression on his face looking for answers in yours. You imagine words won't do as good of a job as actions will, so you walk back to stand in front on him, taking his face in your hand and pressing a soft kiss on his cheek on your tiptoes.

“We’re good Gyu, let’s go now.” You say with a smile as you drag him by his hand.

After another night of excessive drinking that night and almost getting kicked out due to the noise complaints from everyone in the resort because of the midnight karaoke competition, you wake up the third day yet again with a killer hangover, somehow worse than the previous night and don’t even the energy to dress up for breakfast as you hear dokyeom banging on your door while you’re still in bed.

“Do you have like any pills?” he asks, rubbing his eyes as he sees you a mess, opening the door.

“I didn’t bring drugs dokyeom.”

“Shut up, now is not time.” He says as he enters the room uninvited. “I meant for the hangover.”

“Jeonghan gave me one yesterday, works like magic. Go bang on his door and get one for me too. I’m gonna go to breakfast.”

“Babe it is 12:15 in the afternoon there is no breakfast.”

Great. So now not only are you hungover, but hungry as well. Thank god for room service and Cheol’s card as well, you eat better than ever in your pajamas. He did give you the card for emergencies only, but this was an emergency, you were starving and it was on him for not waking you up earlier. Little do you on the other side of the hallway he is absolutely obliterating his intestines as he pukes into the toilet, Jeonghan holding his hair up while Mingyu and Seungkwan stays asleep in their room and not in their own for some reason. You all spent the afternoon in your rooms, just resting for once since getting there. You had initially planned to go to the club in the night; but after the state you were all in, you just chose to go to the pool in the evening and a simple dinner in one of the many restaurants of the hotel.

When you return from dinner, it’s fairly early because this night, for once, none of you drank like crazy, only some wine as you had a lot planned the next day between snorkeling and going to the club later. You’re getting ready for bed, just finishing brushing your teeth as you begin to wear your comfy pajamas as you hear your phone buzz.

mingyu: if u must know

you: i really really must

mingyu: you looked really pretty at dinner

in that yellow dress

also at the beach

you: we didn’t go to the beach today tho

mingyu: first day

when u wore that white bikini

floral

looked so pretty

you: r u drunk

mingyu: had like 2 sips at dinner

not drunk

you: u looked really pretty too

mingyu: saw u staring

you: saw some other girls staring too

mingyu: no need to be jealous baby :)

you: shut up

hate u

ur not asleep yet?

cheol was very strict on us getting up early tmrw

need to get up at fuckass dawn

mingyu: can’t sleep

Now, you have had the talk with mingyu. and unlike him, you did have a bit more to drink so you're not totally in your senses and can't be held completely responsible for your future actions. And yes, you did promise Dokyeom you wouldn't do anything like this. But also, you're just a girl who has tried so so hard to control yourself around the aphrodite of a man and simply can't take it any longer. After all how bad could it turn out, right?

you: typing

he sees you typing for a while. The little bubble appearing and then vanishing repeatedly, but then you finally say fuck it and send the message.

you: i have a hot tub

in my room

mingyu: oh

Oh. He knows where this is going, and he knows very well what game you're playing. Well, two can play at a game.

you: wanna come over?

might as well use it since cheol paid for it

mingyu: coming

You hear a soft knock on your door, as if he doesn’t want to let anyone know he’s sneaking over to your room at midnight.

“Hi” he says leaning on the doorframe as soon as you open the door, lips pursed together- a smile on his face.

You grab him by his arm and pull him in, closing the door behind him shut.

“Cheol is rich as fuck, why did he give you a hot tub.” He says pouting.

“I’m his favorite.” You say as you giggle, leading him to the tub.

“Nepotism” he loudly whispers behind you, making you laugh.

As you finally reach the hot tub, you slowly take off your short silk robe, revealing the same white bikini he liked so much on the first day as you put your hair up as to not get them wet, front strands falling on your face. You hear him suck a sharp breath in as he takes in your figure.

“You wore it for me?” he questions, struggling to get words out of his mouth.

You bend down making sure his eyes are on you, turning on the jets.

“you said you liked it.” You say, your back still facing him, but looking at him over your shoulder.

You start to get in, swaying your hips with each step you take in slowly as his eyes are transfixed on you.

“Get in gyu.” You say, your voice turning sultry, the one he remembers so well, the one you used when you begged him to eat you out, the one he’s been desperate to hear since he last saw you.

He takes off his shirt slowly, knowing your size difference always turns you on, and steps in following your lead as he sits in front of you in the small tub. You can stretch your legs fully to rest on his thighs, but poor mingyu has his knees bent in an uncomfortable position, making you laugh.

“Sit next to me.”

“Mhm but then I won’t be able to keep my legs on you.” you respond, but still get up to sit beside him.

“Do you want something to drink?” you ask innocently, hoping he catches onto what you’re implying.

“Oh I don’t think having alcohol at night with you would be a very good idea.” He says as he spreads his arms behind him as they rest on the edge of the tub.

“What? You’re scared of me?” you tease because if anything doesn’t work, you know his competitive streak and how much he loves to prove someone wrong in a challenge, but he is holding onto dear life to not be provoked by you and have some self-control even though he was the one that texted you first.

“No, but do you need to be drunk to talk to me? Am I that bad?” he says with a laugh as you accept defeat.

“I know you had fun last time.” You softly sing as you smirk and your nails trace the veins on his arm.

“I’ve had better.” He says as he smiles wide. Oh, now he is absolutely asking for it you think as your hand is quick to smack the same arm you were drawing patterns on as you hear him say “ow” and laugh.

“Shut up, you’ve never been a good liar. I know it was the best you ever had. For me though, I’ve had better.” You say as you adjust your bikini top while looking straight at him.

“Oh? Please do enlighten.” He says as he cocks his eyebrow, testing how far you’re willing to go.

“When I was working out of the states for a few months, I had a threesome.” You confess as you giggle.

In a sudden move taking you by surprise, mingyu is using his strength to scope your waist in his hands and maneuvering you to sit on his lap, legs on either side of him making contact with his half hard cock through the layers of your thin bikini bottom and his shorts which makes you gasp out loud. His hand reach to toy with the string of your bottom while the other massages your thighs.

“That’s okay y/n.” he murmurs, his eyes focused on your chest spilling out of your top before he’s bringing his eyes to look at yours- full of curiosity and shock.

“It doesn’t matter how many guys you slept with, or who you were with the past years.” He says as he gets closer and closer to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear as he whispers, “Because I was the first one.” making you shiver. And that’s your final straw as you grab his face and crash your lips into his as an act of desperation. The kiss is tense, and wet, and messy. It seems like neither of is willing to pull away as the kiss deepens, as if to make up for the lost time. You missed this. Missed him. his lips, his eyes, his hands, his everything. You had tried so hard to forget everything about him that you loved but it all comes rushing back to you as you run your wet hands through his wavy hair. His lips are as soft as they always were despite of how roughly he kisses you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“I was the first one to make you scream baby.” he says as he pulls away, eyes hungry with desire as if he’s unleashed. “And I’ll always be the only one to make you feel that good.” He says as he thrusts his hips up lightly, making you gasp as you feel him getting bigger in size. His hands reach down to push your bikini bottoms to the side, a sorry excuse of material barely covering your pussy in the first place.

“Oh? Is it just water or are you wet y/n?” he says as his finger runs up and down your slit, as you clench at his touch.

“Remember when I first took you baby?” he chuckles. “you were so scared, holding my hand in tears begging me to be gentle. Look at you now, made you into the slut you are.” And all you can do is moan in agreement as he finds your clit, rubbing the small nub.

“Gyu, please fuck me!” you whine.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you in a hot tub y/n, I’m just too hungry baby. Wanna taste you.” he says as he pats your hips softly, pressing a kiss to your lips signaling you to get up.

As you get out with him following you behind, he reaches your claw clip and lets your hair down, your curtain bangs falling to your face as he grabs your waist from behind, leaning in to push your hair to one side as he whispers, his body pressing against yours, “you still like to be slapped around baby?” a slight playfulness in his voice, and you can practically feel him smirk against your ears before you’re turning to face and pulling him in once again into a kiss. His hands reach down to cup your ass as you continue to make out.

“I’ve missed you so bad.” You whimper in between kisses.

“Fuck, missed you too baby, not gonna make you wait again.” He says as he parts his lips slightly to let your tongue in, his grip tight on your waist. He licks and bites and sucks on your lips and tongue, making you moan into him. it’s as act of desperation, the way you hold onto him. A way of making up what you lacked and craved for so long, because no matter how hard you tried, no one ever made you cum as hard as he did, and no one made you scream louder than he did.

You waste no time in making your way to your bed, falling back as soon as the back of your legs hit the edge. he eyes you from top as you spread your legs for him easily, because you know you don’t have to do anything to get him down on his knees for you; after all old habits die hard. Before you know it, there he is, on his knees at the edge of the bed as he watches you toy with your clothed pussy like a hawk, just waiting to pounce on you. You continue to play with your soaked bottom as you see him running out of patience, eyes transfixed on you.

“Gyu, touch me please…” you whine and that was all the permission he needs to dive right in as he swats your hand away and tears off your bikini bottom in one go making you gasp.

“hey! I liked that one.” You say as he looks up to you, a cute pout on your face.

“I’ll buy you another one baby.” you hear him say faintly, because right now he’s not really listening to what you’re saying, but busy looking at what he’s been kept away for so long. You undo your top and let your tits fall and within seconds, he’s going right in, licking a long strip along your entrance, making you moan out loud and clench around his mouth as your hand reaches immediately to hold onto his hair.

“What do you want, Y/n?” he says as he peppers soft kisses on your inner thigh, intentionally avoiding the place where you needed attention the most as it dripped with your essence.

No matter how much sexual experience you’ve had, in his hands, in front of him, you turn into the same 19-year-old that was on his couch while he made you say what you wanted as you begged him for more.

“Please don’t make me say it.” You beg him with your face red with embarrassment as you hid it in your hands.

“But I taught you so well? You forgot it baby? What happened to the good girl I met?” he says as he tsks in disappointment.

“I hate you!” you cry out. “Fuck please, need your mouth gyu! Missed it so much.” You whine hoping it will do the job for him. he hands finally makes contact with your clit and he drags your wetness to it and draws soft patterns on it making you falter.

“Mhm, you used to beg better but it’s okay, you’ve been out of practice.” He says as he fakes his sympathy and finally gives you what you want, going right in. He licks and nibbles around your folds, as his hands old your thighs apart because he remembers your habit of closing your legs around his head, cutting off his oxygen; not that he’d mind dying buried in your pussy. He makes out with your cunt with no regard for your sensitiveness as you play with your nipples with one hand as the other pulls on his hair. You’re honestly too horny and needy for foreplay, but Mingyu seems to be enjoying himself too much down there, eating you out like a man starved. As he pushes his tongue in and out, the tip of his nose hits your clit rhythmically with just the right pressure and oh you’re seeing stars. He pulls away for a second as you see him swallow of a second and then spit on your center, making you gasp out loud.

“Sweetest cunt ever baby.” He says. “Can’t believe you kept her away from me. See, she misses me too!” he says as he watches you clench once again over nothing, diving in once again.

While he eats you out, you’re mumbling nonsense. “Fuck gyu! You’re- you’re the only one that makes me feel so good! I- missed you so bad! So bad, fuck!”

Hearing your praises, he inserts two fingers in without a struggle in your tight cunt, taking you by surprise. Your cheeks are red and there’s a thumping noise in your head, your forehead covered with sweat. His fingers drill into you not too slow as to bore you, but not fast enough to drive you over the edge as he sucks on your clit, but with just the right pace to keep you on the edge. there were multiple nights in the past when he would be between your thighs for hours as you were left shaking and shivering, begging him to stop because you just couldn’t cum anymore. He would eat you out for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you and making you count, and if you lost the count, he’d start from 1 all over again until he was satisfied with your poor sensitive cunt and until you had forgotten your own name, in sweat and exhaustion. You hope to god this is not one of those nights because you honestly are so close to coming, and too needy to have his cock in you.

He still remembers the little signs you give him without knowing, your little mannerism that tell him you’re close; he has your body memorized after all, every inch of it. And he can you see you unfolding in front of him; your hand that toyed with your tits is beginning to falter in it’s movement, your grip on his hair has tightened just slightly and he can see your lips slightly parted, eyes closed and nose crunched. If this was the last sight he saw before dying, he’d die a happy man. He increases the pace of his fingers just slightly, as squelching noises fill the room along with your soft moans as he talks you through it.

“Can feel you getting close. Are you close love?” he says as he looks up to you nodding frantically, eyes still closed and chuckles.

“Wanted to edge you a little more, but you’ve already waited so long, I’ll show a little mercy baby.” He says as leans down again to lick your clit and increases the pace of his fingers just slightly.

“You can come baby, let go for me.” He whispers. And that’s all the permission you need before you’re screaming his name and arching your back as you coat his fingers with your white liquid, bucking your hips ahead as to keep his fingers inside you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as everything in front of you goes dark, your legs jelly coming down from the intense orgasm as mingyu slowly keeps moving your fingers in throughout it all.

Once you seem to have calmed down from your high, you look down to see him pull his fingers out and engulf them in his mouth, licking your cum off them clean as you see him swallow. He finally climbs onto the bed, grabbing you by your waist to manhandle you up and away from the edge as he comes down to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and this is probably the hottest thing he’s ever done.

“Was going to make you cum a few more times on my tongue, but I’m too impatient baby, need to be inside you.” he mumbles as he takes off his swim shorts, his cock standing proudly in front of you, tip slightly red, veiny and angry. Oh you had forgotten how big he was, and how insane the stretch was each time, no matter how many times he fucked you. You see him spit on his hand and pump his length up and down.

“Can you still take it baby?” he says as he smirks, teasing you. “When you had that threesome did they fuck you together? At the same time? Because that’s the only way you’re gonna be able to one of me.” He says as his smile gets wider is pride. You did not know this was going to bite you in the ass later.

“Shut up gyuuu!” you whine. “You’ve been talking for so long, just fuck me!” you say in frustration as he laughs at you.

“Condom, baby?” he asks as he’s finally fully hard, looking around your room.

“I’m on the pill, no condom.” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear you.

“fuck, she is my girl after all.” He says, referring to your pussy as he taps in tip against your tip, “Wanna feel all of her.”

And with that, he finally pushes in slowly, just the tip so far but the stretch is far too big even after he’s opened you up. But he knows you, knows you can take it, you always do. He gives you a second to adjust to his tip before he’s bottoming out in one swift move, reaching you deep in your guts as you scream his name. he leans down to kiss you as you open your eyes to his doe eyes staring at you with the same love he had for you all this time because oh he has missed this. Missed feeling your warmth wrapped around him.

You hook your hand around his neck, pulling him in deeper. He holds your hips as you wrap your legs around him, not willing to let go. You walls seem to suck him in more and more as you clench around his length making him groan into the kiss. He pulls out slowly, making you whine at the loss of contact, only his tip left in you before he’s slamming back into you making you both moan in the pleasure. He does this a few times so that you’re comfortable with his length before speeding his pace up a bit, thrusts still slow yet so deep. His hand reaches up to hold yours and it’s a moment of intimacy which is much more than sex. This is more than sex for you, and this action of his reminds you of that as your pleading eyes look up to him and he kisses you once again while maintaining his agonizing pace. You look at each with gaze full of words unspoken, full of I miss you-s and I love you-s, full of longing and desire as his cock hits just the right spots, kissing your walls in a snug fit.

Any other day, he would go fast, making you scream his name, make you beg and plead, and you know it well from past experience. But today, he fucks you the same way he did when he took you first. Slow and gentle, full of love and care. His slow yet sharp thrusts combined with his hand in yours are getting you close every passing second. His moans mix with yours as the sounds of your wet pussy fill the room. The feeling of your arousal around him feels like heaven as it drips down on the sheets and his balls making a mess. His slender hands reach down where your bodies connect to slowly rub your clit, the pleasure overwhelming for you; not just physically but emotionally.

You feel the heat building up in your core as your senses are in overload, hips bucking up to meet him and he knows you’re getting there.

“Can feel you getting close baby.” He says, and it amazes you how well he knows and remembers your own body even after all this time. “Need you to let go with me, cum around me cock, know how tight you get, fuck!” he says as he tries to maintain the pace he’s set for you, his hand down speeding up, drawing an orgasm for you. With a particular sharp thrust and a pinch on your clit from his fingers, you whine, feeling the knot in your stomach building up to a point you can’t bear anymore as you let go for the second time in the night with a moan of his name as complete darkness surrounds you, your hand on his back digging in deeper and you’re sure the nails will leave marks. As soon he feels you clench around his cock, he follows you, his pace turning erratic as he once again brings his lips down to moan into your mouth, hips stuttering as he paints your insides white, his grip on your hand tightening.

You feel completely worn out and in bliss as his hand never stops to stimulate you poor sensitive clit, making a warm feeling run throughout your chest as he barely holds himself up on you from one arm to avoid crushing you under his weight. He kisses your cheek softly before resting his forehead on yours trying to catch his breathe. In front of him, you couldn’t look any happier; a glow on your face, your eyes shining bright at him, cheeks flushed crimson at the feeling of his warm cum filled to the brim inside you.

As he pulls out, he falls to your side as an old feeling pops up inside you as you feel the cum drip out of you. you see him sitting up, pulling you up to lean back against his chests as he pulls the sheets over you as his hand is still holding onto yours while the other runs up and down your arms. “You’re the greatest woman I’ve ever met.” He whispers into your ear, making you giggle as you swat his hand away, but pulling it back in an instant because you love his touch.

You both lay there for a moment in silence, enjoying the feeling of being close to each other again, before the sinking feeling hits you: this is not a happy ending. You’ll go back to different cities, different people, different lives and your eyes are quick to fill with tears before you hear Mingyu’s voice again.

“Y/n, I’m moving back home.” He says softly and for a second you can’t believe you’re not in a dream right now because there is no way mingyu, your mingyu, is coming back to you.

“What?” you ask in disbelief as you turn to face him.

“Decided it 2 months ago. Dad’s retiring so I’m gonna take over the business.” He says as he holds you in his arms tighter.

“So-” you start but are quickly interrupted by him as if he’s read your mind.

“So, us again?” he asks with a cheeky smile as he leans forward to look at the wildered expression on your face.

“Mhm, but we never know when you could leave again.” You say as you reach him to catch him in a kiss and lift your hand up, the back of it facing him. “You’re gonna have to put a ring on it someday to lock it down.” making him laugh.

“How many carats baby?”

[neferaskingdom]

♡ Too Precious | LN4

NEFERASKINGDOM

Summary: Lando loves the party life. She prefers quiet nights in. When their differences start to build, so does the tension.

A/N: This is part of my Playlist Roulette series, where I shuffle my playlists and write a story inspired by the first song that pops up. This story is inspired by the song Too Precious by Em Beihold.

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'Cause according to you, I'm too precious You're wishin' that I was more reckless You're wishin' that I would smoke 'til I'm high And play with the guys, regret this You're wishin' that I was more trouble Sorry for being a struggle I do what I want and may not be your type Sorry I can't be a person you like

Lando had always been the type to take things too far.

He lived for the noise. Loud music, louder people, places where the drinks never stopped flowing and sleep was something you caught on a plane. It was easier that way. Fill every second, don’t let your mind slow down enough to catch up.

Since he was sixteen, life had been a blur of tracks and cameras and fake smiles at dinners with sponsors. So when the weekends came, when the pressure finally let up, he wanted to feel like he had some control. He wanted to drink, to laugh too hard, to forget.

And at first, she hadn’t minded. She was different from everyone else in his circle. Calm. Private. Comfortable in silence. Lando had thought it was refreshing. Being with Lando meant fast flights to Ibiza, impulsive parties, nights where the sunrise came too soon. But the novelty wore off. Now she just felt tired. Like she was always trying to catch up to a version of him that wouldn’t sit still. She’d thought maybe he’d slow down for her. He thought she’d go along with him.

They were both wrong.

"Just try it," he said, holding out the glass. "It’s literally one drink."

She didn’t even look at it. "I’m fine."

"You always say that."

"And I always mean it."

Lando leaned back against the kitchen counter, the glass still in his hand. "You’re kind of allergic to fun, aren’t you?"

She glanced up, eyes narrowing. "Excuse me?"

He took a sip and shrugged. "Nothing. Just... you’re too precious sometimes."

She blinked, like she wasn’t sure she heard him right. "Too precious?"

"Yeah." He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Too good for all this. For drinks, for staying out past midnight, for letting loose like the rest of us."

She crossed her arms. "That’s not fair."

"It’s not an insult."

"It sounds like one."

Lando tossed the rest of his drink back, ignoring the way her face tightened.

"I’m not going to pretend I’m into something I’m not. That’s not fair to either of us."

He pulled back slightly. "Right. Of course. You're too precious."

"Stop saying that."

He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Why? If the label fits."

Another night, another party.

She sat in the corner of the room, watching him move through the crowd like he belonged to everyone. He was surrounded by friends, or at least people who laughed when he made a joke and handed him a joint without asking questions.

One of the guys passed it to her.

"I’m good," she said quickly, waving it away.

Lando saw from across the room and walked over, slightly buzzed and way too confident.

"Come on," he said, voice low against her ear. "One puff won't turn you into a delinquent."

"Can we not do this here?"

He straightened, irritated. "We’re just having fun."

"I know. It’s just... not my idea of fun."

His smile faded. "Right. I forgot. You don’t like anything messy."

"That’s not true."

"You say that, but every time things get a little wild, you check out. You sit on the couch and stare at your phone until it’s time to leave."

"Because I don’t want to pretend to enjoy something that makes me uncomfortable."

Lando’s mouth opened, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned back toward the crowd. She watched him go, heart sinking.

The fight came later that week.

He showed up late to dinner, still wearing a wristband from some club he never mentioned he was going to. She had cooked for once, tried to make something that wasn’t takeout.

Lando kicked his shoes off and tossed his keys onto the table like nothing was wrong.

"You look nice," he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"You’re late."

He pulled back. "Traffic."

She just stared at him. The lie was too easy.

"You said we’d have a quiet night."

"And we are."

"You went to a party."

He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "For like, an hour. Don’t make it a thing."

"You could’ve told me."

"I didn’t think I needed permission."

She bit the inside of her cheek. "That’s not what I said."

Lando set the bottle down harder than necessary. "Is this really about me being late, or is this about how I live my life again?"

She met his gaze. "It’s about you never being fully present unless there’s a camera on or a drink in your hand."

He scoffed. "There it is."

"There’s what?"

"The judgment."

"It’s not judgment."

"You keep saying that, but every word out of your mouth is just a more polite way of saying you think I’m a screw-up."

"I just think your... lifestyle. It isn’t healthy."

He blinked, like she’d slapped him. "Wow. That’s what you think of me?"

"It’s just I think you’re constantly burning the candle at both ends and pretending it doesn’t affect you."

He laughed, but it wasn’t light. "So now I need saving?"

"That’s not what I said."

"You didn’t have to."

She stepped closer, trying to stay calm. "I’m not trying to change you, Lando. I just want you to see that this isn’t sustainable."

"You think I haven’t heard that before?" His voice was rising now. "From my team, my parents, everyone who wants a piece of me? I don’t need to hear it from you too."

"I’m not trying to pile on, Lando. I just—"

"What? Want me to grow up? Stay in? Light some candles and watch a movie like everything’s normal?"

"Yes," she said softly. "Sometimes I do."

He stared at her, something shifting in his face. "You want to fix me."

"No," she whispered. "I want to reach you. But you’re always somewhere else."

He laughed, bitter. "That’s rich, coming from you."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"I want you to stop treating me like some broken kid who needs to be fixed."

"That’s not fair. I didn’t mean anything like that-"

"You know what’s not fair? You walking around acting like you’re better than all of it. Too perfect to ever mess up. Too perfect to actually live a little."

"I don’t think I’m perfect."

"You act like it. You sit there with your tea and your books and your damn moral compass, and every time I step out of line, you look at me like I’m some kind of disappointment. And now you’re trying to control how I live?"

"I’m not trying to control you."

"You told me my lifestyle isn’t healthy. You basically just said you’re embarrassed by the way I live."

"I said I’m worried."

"Yeah, sorry you can’t mold me into someone you like."

Her throat tightened. "I don’t want to mold you. I want to feel like I’m not losing you to a version of yourself you don’t even like."

"Don’t psychoanalyze me. You don’t get it."

"Partying every night isn’t healthy!"

He went still.

"There it is again!" His tone turned sharp, defensive.

"I think you’re drowning and pretending you’re swimming."

His jaw clenched. "And I think you’re a control freak who’s afraid of anything she can’t schedule two weeks in advance."

"Wow."

"Yeah. Wow."

There was a long pause. Neither of them moved.

Finally, she spoke. "I can’t keep pretending I’m okay with this."

Lando’s jaw tensed. "Then maybe you’re not the person I should be with."

She swallowed hard. "Maybe I’m not."

The silence between them stretched out like a chasm.

He picked up his keys again.

"Let me know when you’re ready to stop looking at me like I’m a problem. I’ll leave you to your quiet night" he said, and walked out the door.

She didn’t cry. Not right away.

Instead, she sat on the couch alone, staring at the plate of food that had gone cold hours ago.

She hadn’t meant to make him feel small. She just wanted him to slow down long enough to see that not everything good had to be loud and fleeting.

But maybe that was the problem.

He didn’t want quiet. And she couldn’t keep pretending to love the noise.

[docrobinavitch]

say goodbye like you mean it | part three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is Langdon a student, or?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, three.”

Robby whistled, “We doing anything about that?”

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t say anything!”

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

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

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

***

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

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

“Jesus,” He sighed, “Not you too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Robby, I can do it, I can—“

“Mateo, prep for a crike—“

“No, I’m close, Robby I swear—“

“Frank, hands off the patient—“

“Dr. Robby—“ Gwen started.

“What?!” Robby snapped.

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

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

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

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

“You okay, kid?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

“Weird how?” Javadi asked.

“Like Robby is dying to deck him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s it going with him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gwen nods, “So I’ve heard.”

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

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

“Hey,” He says softly, “I’m trying.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on, don’t be like that—“

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

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

Gwen stilled and looked up at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dana!” Gwen shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold compressions.”

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

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

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

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

And now this man was probably dead.

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

“We’re shortstaffed today—“ Perlah began.

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

“This is not your fault.” Perlah hissed.

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

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

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

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

“Dr. Langdon.” Perlah hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Two.” She heard Langdon say.

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why, because she’s your girlfriend?”

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

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

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

Langdon paled considerably as Robby’s words sank in.

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

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

“Do you want to be here?”

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

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

Langdon nodded, “Yes.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” He said quietly.

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For what?”

“Distracting me.”

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

***

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

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

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

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

“Ibuprofen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look, we don’t have to do this—“

“Yes we do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She raised her eyebrows, “Oh?”

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

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

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

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

“Did you eat something?”

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

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

“What were you and Langdon talking about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re okay?” She asked quietly.

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

***

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

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

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

“Thank you,” He murmured finally.

“For what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gwen nodded, “If you’re ready.”

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

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

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

[inlovewithfionaapple]

the shift

warnings: none

wc: 887

the next few days at smosh were a whirlwind of brainstorming sessions, chaotic improv rehearsals, and last-minute coffee runs. the usual. but for y/n, everything felt slightly off-kilter — like someone had turned up the saturation on the world, and all she could see was spencer.

spencer making everyone laugh during the pitch meeting. spencer helping carry lights when the crew was short-handed. spencer spinning around in a rolling chair like a child until he got dizzy and crashed into a desk.

he was... everywhere.

and y/n’s heart wouldn’t shut up about it.

they were wrapping a long thursday night shoot when it happened — the kind of night where everything ran late, the energy got weird, and people started getting honest.

most of the cast had gone home, but y/n and spencer were still around, helping the crew reset gear for the next day. she was coiling extension cords. he was stacking props with alarming disorganization.

“you ever think about leaving?” y/n asked suddenly, not even sure where the question came from.

spencer looked up. “like... smosh?”

she nodded. “i don’t know. not because i want to. just — sometimes i think about what life would be like if i hadn’t come here.”

he tilted his head, studying her with that intense, thoughtful look he got when he actually stopped joking. “i think i’d be way less happy.”

y/n blinked. “really?”

he walked over, propping an arm against the wall beside her — not intentionally flirty, but close enough to make her pulse spike.

“yeah,” he said. “this job’s fun, sure. but it’s the people that make it something more. you make it something more.”

silence bloomed between them. it was soft. charged. dangerous.

y/n’s breath caught in her throat.

there was something in spencer’s eyes she hadn’t seen before — or maybe she’d just been too scared to name it.

something warm.

something careful.

something that looked a lot like want.

and then — as if the universe had a sick sense of humor — the moment cracked.

“hey guys!” noah’s voice echoed from down the hall. “anyone seen the tripod bag?”

spencer immediately stepped back, clearing his throat, the spell broken.

y/n forced a smile. “uh — yeah, think it’s by the editing bay!”

noah vanished again. but the air between her and spencer never quite went back to normal.

he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “anyway... i’ll, uh, finish those props.”

“right,” y/n said, heart still galloping. “cool. yeah.”

but nothing felt cool.

everything felt like it was on fire.

the next night, y/n sat alone on the roof of the smosh building, sipping warm tea from a thermos and trying to sort through the knot in her chest.

spencer joined her ten minutes later without saying a word. just sat beside her, quiet.

she didn’t ask how he knew she was there.

he always just... knew.

for a while, they didn’t speak. the city stretched out around them, humming and alive. streetlights blinked in the distance. somewhere, a dog barked. a breeze tangled through y/n’s hair.

finally, spencer broke the silence.

“do you think we messed it up?”

she looked at him sharply. “what do you mean?”

“this.” he gestured vaguely between them. “us. this weird in-between thing we’ve been stuck in.”

her mouth went dry. “we’re not stuck.”

“aren’t we?”

he turned to face her fully now, and for once, there was no joking in his eyes. just raw honesty. a rare kind of vulnerability that made y/n feel like her heart was cracking open.

“i like you, y/n,” he said. “more than i’ve been saying. more than i’ve known what to do with.”

the words hit her like a thunderclap.

she stared at him, stunned.

“i didn’t want to ruin anything,” he continued, voice softer now. “working together, being friends — i didn’t want to screw it up. but lately, i feel like not saying anything is screwing it up worse.”

y/n’s chest ached. “spencer…”

“i get it if you don’t feel the same,” he said quickly, misreading her silence. “or if it’s too complicated. i just — i had to say it.”

she reached out then, grabbing his hand.

his words may have shattered her, but his hand — warm, familiar, a little sweaty — grounded her.

“i feel the same,” she said quietly. “i’ve just been scared too.”

a breath of relief rushed out of him, almost a laugh. he squeezed her hand gently, like he couldn’t believe this was real.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to hear you say that,” he murmured.

they sat like that — hands laced, hearts thundering, the night folding around them like a secret.

spencer leaned in then, just a little, eyes flicking to her mouth.

it would’ve been perfect.

the kiss.

the moment.

but y/n’s phone buzzed loudly between them.

she jumped, groaning. “damn it — sorry.”

spencer chuckled, leaning back with a half-smile. “you always have the worst timing.”

“or maybe we just need better luck,” she said.

he looked at her for a long, slow moment. “or maybe we just try again tomorrow.”

and y/n smiled.

because tomorrow had never sounded so promising.

[silens-oro]

Well Enough Alone: Baby Blurb #5

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Andrew "Pope" Cody x f!Reader (nicknamed Hawk) Animal Kingdom Masterlist Pope x Hawk Playlist Well Enough Alone Baby AU Masterlist

General Synopsis: Hawk and Pope have a rivalry going -all in good fun, of course. Word Count: .9k Content Warning: no warnings. this is sweet from start to finish. AN: back to back posts because I love you. please comment & reblog :)

“Have you thought about any names?” Pope rasped out one night while they were in bed, tucked under the covers and cuddled together. His hand always found its home on her rounding stomach, and it was a constant source of comfort for Hawk. 

“A few. You?” She tilted her head back to look up at him. 

“Yeah.” Pope was nervous about what Hawk would think. “I got a few.”

“Girl names?” Hawk questioned with a knowing smile. A bashful grin lifted the corners of Pope’s mouth as he breathed out the affirmative. “You’re so sure they’re gonna be a girl?”

“It is. I can feel it.” He said as if he was saying the sky was blue.

“Which is crazy because I’m the one who’s pregnant here.” Hawk laughed out. 

“So what, you’ve got boy names picked out?” He asked with a brow raised in challenge. And it wasn’t that Hawk wanted to be a boy mom in particular (her skin crawled when she thought of Smurf). It had become a tiny, well meaning rivalry between her and Pope as they settled into their new roles and they both wanted to be right. It was a win either way, but bragging rights were bragging rights. 

“I sure do. How about this,” Hawk grunted as she rotated to face him. Pope’s hand moved to support her hip so she wouldn’t put weight on her stomach. “We both narrow our lists down and if the baby is a boy I get to pick the name, and if they’re a girl, you get to pick?” 

“You’d let me name the baby?” Pope’s face was all soft vulnerability and it made Hawk’s heart flutter something fierce. Yes, she was the one who was pregnant, but he immediately jumped into his role as a father to be and their collective protector in all things (more so than when it was just Hawk and Lena he had to keep an eye on) and Hawk include him in everything if he wanted to be included in, especially naming the baby. 

And he did want to be included. 

Desperately so. 

“Of course, but there will be a vetting process to narrow down the two names for each that we’ll go through together. Whatever names remain that we both like, the winner will get to choose.” 

“Deal.” Pope kissed her forehead and Hawk reciprocated by tenderly kissing his lips, then his chest as she got comfortable against his side. 

The following night, Pope brought the subject of baby names back up while they were getting ready to go to bed. Hawk was in the en-suite brushing her teeth when he brought the conversation back up. 

“I’ve narrowed my list down.” Hawk’s head peaked around the doorway, her toothbrush dangling from her mouth. She made a sound that he assumed was ‘and?’, so he continued. 

“I like Thalia…or Iris.”

“Botanical names?” Hawk questioned after she spit out a mouthful of toothpaste, rinsing her toothbrush off.

“Too on the nose?” She could hear the self consciousness seeping through his question as she swished with mouthwash. 

“Not at all.” She reassured him as she stepped out of the bathroom and over to Pope’s side of the bed. He was sitting with his legs over the side and she inserted herself between his knees, her hands coming up to cradle his jaw, his ears nestled between her thumbs and index fingers as she soothed the flesh of his cheekbones with her thumbs. 

The way Pope leaned into her touch never got old to Hawk -when he’d close his eyes and sigh, like she was taking a weight off of him, it was euphoric to her. “Both are beautiful names and I’d be very happy with either one.”

“Yeah?” He placed a chaste kiss to one of her palms as the tips of her fingers toyed with the hair that curled behind his ears. 

“Mhm,” Hawk leaned down to kiss him, letting her lips linger for a moment. “It’ll be a real shame, though, when we find out the baby’s a boy.” She teased. “I’m thinking of either Micah or Lewis.”

“Good names…”

“I’m sensing a ‘but’…” Hawk narrowed her eyes. 

“But we won’t be needing Micah or Lewis.” She rolled her eyes playfully. "Not this time, anyway." Hawk leveled Pope with a look.

“This time? You want more?"

"Only if you want them." He said softly, leaning down to kiss her covered bump.

"Let's just get through this one first, then we'll talk about the possibility of more of your spawn running around this place. Besides, only a few more days until we find out I’m right about this one.” Pope guided Hawk on top of him, straddling his waist as he rubbed her back. “God, you have no idea how good that feels.” Hawk jolted, eyes wide and a sound of surprise flew from her lips. Pope’s eyes widened in panic when her hands came down to rest just to the right of her belly button. 

“Everything okay?” Pope was getting ready to lift her with him when a smile broke out on Hawk’s face. Wordlessly, she grabbed his hand and brought it to where hers was. Nothing happened for a few moments, and then…Pope gasped, pressing his palm more firmly against her. 

“Feel that?” Hawk’s smile beamed down at Pope as he kept flirting his eyes between hers and where his hand was held. The baby kicked once more, and if Pope wasn’t concentrating on it, he would’ve missed it. 

“Oh my god.” He breathed out. Hawk laughed, bringing her forehead down to his. “Shh," He silenced her, craning his neck between them as he started at her bump, then lifted his head back to lay on the pillow. "She said she liked Thalia out of the two, by the way.” Hawk cackled, pulling away, but Pope kept his hand on her, feeling another kick. “See?” 

“You are insufferable.” Hawk giggled against his lips. 

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What are we? Chapter Four

Azzi felt the energy in the gym as soon as she stepped through the door. The sound of basketballs bouncing, shoes squeaking against the polished floor, and the low hum of voices talking strategy all collided together to create a familiar buzz she hadn’t realized she missed. She was here—UConn, surrounded by the women she could only dream of playing with.

Paige walked beside her, her pace steady but her smile wide, like she couldn’t wait to show Azzi off to everyone. The team was scattered across the court, some running drills, others chatting and stretching. Azzi tried to act casual, but her heart was already beating faster than it should have been. She knew she was about to be introduced to a new chapter of her life—one that felt both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

“Alright, here we go,” Paige said, nudging Azzi with her elbow. “These are my girls.”

They walked up to the sidelines where the team had gathered, and as Paige’s voice rang out, the chatter died down. Eyes shifted toward them, and Azzi felt all of them land on her. She stood up a little straighter, trying to hide the nerves, but there was no mistaking the flutter in her stomach.

“Hey everyone,” Paige called out, drawing a few amused looks from the group. “This is Azzi. She’s, uh… she’s about to make us look bad with that three-point shot of hers, so just get ready.”

A few of the players laughed, and Azzi felt her cheeks heat up. She had, admittedly, practiced her three-pointer more than she cared to admit. She wasn’t trying to make anyone look bad, but she wasn’t about to downplay it either.

“Ayy, I see you,” Aaliyah said with a grin, nudging Saylor, who had a teasing glint in her eyes. “We’ve heard about you. Paige talks about you all the time, girl. I swear, I thought you were already on the team with how much she hyped you up.”

Azzi laughed, a little nervous but trying to keep it cool. “Really?”

“Oh yeah, we know about that three-pointer of yours,” Saylor said, giving her a wink. “But I’m not convinced you can outshoot us.”

Azzi shook her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “I wouldn’t be so sure,” she teased.

As the team laughed, Paige rolled her eyes, her lips quirking up as she muttered, “I hate that you’re already ganging up on me.”

The team was warm, welcoming, and easygoing, but Azzi couldn’t ignore the buzz of nerves swirling in her stomach. This was it. The dream she’d been chasing. These were the girls she was going to be playing with. Paige’s teammates.

Evina shot her a smirk, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. “So, we’re just letting anyone in here now?” she teased, but there was a hint of respect in her tone. “Nah, I’m just playing. I’ve seen you in action. You’re gonna fit right in.”

Azzi felt her face flush under the weight of all the attention. Paige stood off to the side, watching her with an expression Azzi couldn’t quite place. She was so used to seeing Paige in control, confident, and now, here she was, practically glowing as she introduced Azzi to the team.

“You gonna be alright?” Paige asked softly, her eyes focused on Azzi like she was waiting for her to give the signal that she was okay.

Azzi gave a quick nod. “Yeah, I’m good. Just a little overwhelmed.”

Paige smiled and nodded, her gaze lingering on Azzi for a beat longer than necessary. Azzi caught it—a brief, soft look that made her stomach do a little flip.

“Good,” Paige said, a little too fast. She quickly cleared her throat, as if shaking herself out of the moment. “Alright, let’s go, we need to get this warm-up in.”

But even as they started moving, Azzi could feel Paige’s eyes following her, even as she talked with the rest of the team. Every now and then, Paige would glance over her shoulder, her eyes lingering a second too long on Azzi. It wasn’t lost on her that, for once, it wasn’t her usual competitive gaze—it was something softer, something… more personal.

The girls slowly drifted back to their pre-game routines. Azzi found herself standing by Geno watching as they started their stretches. Aaliyah and Saylor walked over, her voice barely above a whisper. “By the way, Paige is, like, totally into you, no cap. She won’t stop talking about you.”

Azzi’s eyes widened, but before she could respond, Saylor jumped in with a laugh. “Oh, she’s totally right. Paige is practically in love with you, Azzi. I’m surprised she’s not holding your hand right now, honestly.”

Azzi felt her heart race in a mix of confusion and something that felt almost like excitement. But she couldn’t focus on that right now. She had to keep her cool.

“You guys are terrible,” Azzi said, trying to play it off as casually as possible.

“Nah, we’re just saying it how it is,” Aaliyah grinned, giving her a light shove. “Don’t worry, though. We’re just teasing. But seriously, no pressure.”

Azzi laughed and nodded, but it was hard to ignore the feeling that was spreading through her chest. Something new. Something that wasn’t just about basketball anymore.

The team gathered in a huddle as Coach began giving instructions for the warm-up. Paige moved into the circle, standing across from Azzi with a focused look in her eyes. Azzi caught her looking at her once again, but this time, Paige’s gaze lingered for just a moment too long, and then quickly darted away.

Azzi bit her lip, trying to shake the feeling of her heart racing again. But it was hard to ignore how much this—everything—felt like a beginning.

Maybe it was the game. Maybe it was just the fact that she was finally here, standing beside Paige, surrounded by these incredible women. Or maybe it was the way Paige couldn’t stop glancing her way, her lips pulling into that smile that Azzi had always loved.

Whatever it was, it felt like something important was happening. And Azzi couldn’t quite shake the sense that things were about to change in a way that neither of them were ready for.

But for now, she’d settle for just playing basketball, even if that meant having to navigate the unexpected emotions swirling in her chest.

Because, after all, this was the life she’d dreamed of. And it was finally happening.

The air was thick with the hum of a long practice winding down as the team spilled off the court and into the locker room. Azzi, still a little high from the rush of the scrimmage, quickly excused herself from the group, making her way to the hallway where she’d be meeting Geno and CD for a meeting that would change everything. She could feel the weight of the decision already settling in her chest—this wasn’t just about basketball anymore. This was about her future, about her life at UConn.

But first, the team.

As she passed the locker room entrance, she noticed Paige lingering at the doorway. The sight of her, with her hoodie pulled up and her damp hair falling loosely around her face, made Azzi pause. Paige caught her eye for a second, giving her a soft smile before heading inside.

“See you upstairs, right?” Azzi called out, trying to sound casual, but her voice held that little edge of uncertainty.

Paige nodded, her eyes softening. “Yeah, I’ll catch up. Don’t keep them waiting too long.”

Azzi nodded back, forcing herself to keep it together as she turned to head toward the stairs. But she couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips as she made her way up toward the offices. She’d never been this nervous about a decision in her life. UConn—this place, this team, everything—felt like home already. But still, committing was a huge deal. A permanent one. Especially for an indecisive person like herself. 

Meanwhile, back in the locker room, the tension was almost palpable. The team had just finished showering, and the conversations started up quickly, as always, but today they had a different topic on their minds.

“Yo, Paige,” Nika called out from across the room, leaning against the lockers with a grin plastered on her face. “I see you over there, acting all shy. What’s up with you and Azzi, huh?”

Paige froze mid-motion, her hands still tucked into the sleeves of her hoodie as she tried to dodge the question. “What?” she said, her tone a little too defensive. “Nothing. We’re just—”

“Just what?” Aaliyah interrupted with a smirk, crossing her arms as she leaned against the bench. “Girl, don’t act like we don’t see how you’ve been looking at her all practice. You’ve been practically glowing every time she shoots a three-pointer.”

“She’s got skills,” Paige muttered, brushing off the comment like it was no big deal. “It’s just basketball.”

But the teasing wouldn’t stop. Evina chimed in, her voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Girl, you know we can tell. The way you’re all overprotective about her now, like she’s your little sister or something. Are you sure there’s nothing more going on?”

“You’re seriously acting like a big sister now,” Aubrey said with a laugh. “Is that why you’re suddenly looking after her? Gotta watch out for her, huh?”

Paige was starting to feel the heat, her face flushing despite herself. “Can we not do this right now?”

But it wasn’t going to stop.

“Nah, nah, we’re just saying, Paige,” Nika teased, sliding closer. “If you’re gonna keep looking at Azzi like that, maybe you should stop seeing other girls, huh? Can’t be talking about commitment while you’re out here kissing other girls at parties.”

The words hit harder than Paige wanted them to, and she found herself biting her lip, her gaze shifting away from them. She couldn’t help the tiny flicker of annoyance that swept through her. “I’m not ‘kissing other girls,’ okay?” she snapped. “And don’t act like you all know everything.”

But despite the heat building inside her, there was something else. Something she couldn’t quite deny. A tiny part of her liked this—liked the attention. Even though she hated the feeling of being exposed, of people digging into something she hadn’t even fully figured out herself.

Christyn, always the one to break things up when the teasing went too far, shook her head with a laugh. “Y’all need to lay off her,” she said. “But seriously, Paige. You’re gonna have to stop playing coy. We know you like Azzi.”

Paige crossed her arms, half annoyed, half amused. “I’m not playing coy. I just don’t need all of you in my business.”

Evina, ever the instigator, raised an eyebrow. “No, but for real, Paige, if you like her, then go for it. Don’t leave it all unspoken like we did with Christyn last year.”

Paige gave a dramatic eye-roll. “Stop with the ‘unspoken’ crap. It’s not like that.”

But as she glanced at herself in the mirror, adjusting her hoodie and running a hand through her hair, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander back to Azzi. The way she’d looked at her earlier. The way she’d smiled when they spoke. And the way her heart had skipped when Azzi’s hand brushed against hers.

She wasn’t ready to say it out loud. Not yet. But the teasing, while frustrating, made her think that maybe—just maybe—it was time to figure things out. Because if she really liked Azzi, she couldn’t keep running from it.

Azzi sat in the quiet office, the door to Geno and CD’s office slightly ajar, the hum of conversation from downstairs a distant background noise. Her hands were a little sweaty, her heart thumping louder than she was comfortable with. The papers in front of her were official now—her commitment to UConn. It felt surreal.

“We’re really excited to have you on board, Azzi,” Geno said with a smile, leaning forward on his elbows. “This is a huge decision, and we’re thrilled you’re choosing UConn.”

Azzi nodded, feeling the weight of everything crashing in at once. This wasn’t just about basketball. It wasn’t just about making the right decision for her game or her future. It was about who she wanted to be, where she wanted to go.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice steady but her mind racing. “This is all a little overwhelming.”

“I know it is,” CD added, leaning back in his chair with a grin. “But we’ve seen what you’re capable of. We’ve seen the kind of player you are, and we know you’re going to thrive here. UConn is going to be a perfect fit for you.”

Azzi gave a small smile, feeling a sense of belonging she hadn’t felt anywhere else before. She glanced down at the papers one more time, and then—without overthinking it—signed her name at the bottom.

“Welcome to UConn,” Geno said, his voice sincere.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Azzi felt sure. The decision was made. She was here. And it was exactly where she needed to be.

Back downstairs, Paige was still trying to shake the teasing off, but the truth was, it kept tugging at the back of her mind. Azzi was upstairs right now, making it official, deciding to be a part of this world. And Paige couldn't deny that a part of her felt a little pride swelling in her chest. She was excited for Azzi. She was happy for her. But somewhere deep down, she also wanted to be a part of that future.

Maybe it was time for her to figure out what that future looked like.

Because now, everything was starting to feel real.

The locker room doors swung open, and the buzz of voices from the team filtered out into the hallway. Paige had barely stepped out when she spotted Azzi, her heart skipping at the sight of her. The two made eye contact across the corridor, and without hesitation, Paige pushed her way through the crowd of teammates, heading straight for Azzi.

“You ready to go?” Paige asked, her voice light—but there was something quieter underneath, something softer that only Azzi would catch.

Azzi gave her that grin, the one Paige had learned to expect but still felt like it was just for her. “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s get out of here.”

They slipped out together, into the warm hush of the evening. Behind them, voices still carried from the gym, a fading buzz of teammates and coaches. But out here, it was just them—the sky a muted blue, the air holding the last heat of the day.

Inside the car, the soft hum of the engine filled the silence as Azzi pulled out of the lot. The headlights swept across the dark pavement, and they fell into that easy rhythm only people who knew each other well could manage.

“So… any plans tonight?” Azzi asked, eyes on the road, but she glanced at Paige with a raised brow.

Paige drummed her fingers on the window. “I don’t know. Might go out, might stay in. Depends on how I feel.”

Azzi smirked. “You’ve always got a million options. What’s it gonna be tonight?”

Paige smiled faintly, her voice teasing. “Might hit up a bar. I’ve been in desperate need of a night out. And you,” she added, turning toward Azzi, “could use a little loosening up.”

Azzi chuckled, glancing her way. “You’re not wrong. One night off won’t ruin me.”

Before Paige could say anything more, Azzi pulled into the dorm lot. “Here we are.”

They got out into the crisp night air and walked inside. Paige led the way up the stairs and into her room—clothes on the bed, papers scattered across her desk. Lived-in. Familiar.

Azzi stepped inside and gave the room a once-over. “Alright, what’s the move now?”

Paige collapsed onto her bed with a groan. “I need to figure out what to wear. Can’t show up looking like I just crawled out of practice.”

Azzi raised a brow. “You think I need to change? I’m already dressed up.”

Paige rolled her eyes, but her grin softened the gesture. “You’re in joggers and a tank top. Trust me, you’re not stealing any spotlights like that.”

Azzi snorted. “You’re just jealous. But fine.”

She moved to Paige’s closet and pulled out two tops—a low-cut black halter and a white crop that barely covered anything.

“Alright, verdict?” she asked.

Paige studied the tops, her expression unimpressed. “Cute, but way too much for tonight. You’re not wearing either.”

Azzi turned to her, eyes twinkling. “Why not? You gonna stop me?”

Paige crossed her arms. “You’re not my girlfriend, Azzi. But I do have taste. And I refuse to be seen with someone who looks like they belong in a fashion editorial.”

Azzi smirked, but there was something searching in her gaze. “Good thing you’re not my boyfriend, then. You don’t get a say.”

Paige blinked, a little thrown. “Please. You wouldn’t have a boyfriend anyway.”

There was a brief pause. Azzi set the tops down, her voice shifting. “Actually… I’ve been seeing James.”

The words landed harder than Paige expected. “James?” she repeated, trying—and failing—to sound unaffected.

“Yeah,” Azzi said casually. “It’s nothing serious. We’ve been hanging out a bit.”

Paige felt her stomach knot. “Didn’t know that.”

Azzi shrugged, as if she couldn’t quite tell what had changed. “Didn’t think it was a big deal. Casual, you know?” She tilted her head. “Wait… are you jealous?”

“No,” Paige said too fast, too sharply. “It’s whatever.”

Azzi stared for a second, then smiled faintly. “Okay. Just know I’m not tied to anyone. You don’t have to worry.”

“Wasn’t,” Paige said, even though she absolutely was.

The air tightened, tension slipping in like fog. Paige shifted. “Anyway—Nika still wants to stalk that guy from Ted’s tonight. You ready to play backup?”

Azzi laughed, checking her phone. “Oh, she’s got it bad. But I don’t think he’s her type.”

“She doesn’t care,” Paige said with a grin. “She’s just trying to get noticed.”

Azzi tossed her phone onto the bed. “I respect it. But are we spending all night wing-womaning?”

“If we have to,” Paige replied. “But I’m not playing matchmaker. Especially not for James.”

Azzi raised both hands in surrender. “Relax. I’m not the one who needs help.”

She glanced at Paige, her tone light but eyes sharp. “You’ve got your own crush to deal with.”

Paige looked away, busying herself with her clothes. “Whatever. You’re the one with the secret boyfriend. I’m just trying to get dressed.”

Azzi didn’t respond, but the silence said enough. Paige could feel it—something shifting, unsettled.

Azzi stepped back from the mirror, turning to check her outfit. The crop top hugged her frame, black and daring, paired with ripped shorts that showed off legs Paige had absolutely noticed.

From behind, Nika whistled. “You ate.”

Aaliyah grinned. “Top-tier. That outfit is dangerous.”

“Like, illegal,” Aubrey added with a wink. “You’re giving main character.”

Azzi laughed, a little bashful, but pleased. “Y’all are doing too much.”

Paige leaned against her desk, pretending to scroll through her phone. But her eyes kept straying back—to Azzi’s top, to her legs, to the way she smiled.

“Alright, let’s go!” Nika called, already halfway out the door. “I’ve got one tequila sunrise of patience left.”

The group filed out, Azzi and Aubrey up front. Paige fell in step with Aaliyah and Nika in the back.

“You good?” Aaliyah asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Nika smirked. “You’ve been watching Azzi like a movie.”

“It’s a free country.”

Aaliyah grinned. “That top is working overtime.”

Paige sighed. “I need a drink.”

“Bad?” Nika teased.

“Desperately.”

Inside Ted’s, the bass throbbed through the floor. College kids swarmed the bar, the dance floor, everywhere. Azzi led the way, hair bouncing, laughter rising.

And Paige followed, silent, trying not to stare.

“You sure you’re fine?” Aaliyah whispered.

“I’m walking.”

“Mmhmm.” Nika elbowed her. “You’re watching her walk.”

They found a high-top in the back. Azzi slid into a seat next to Aubrey. Paige chose the farthest stool, angled away but not far enough to not still look.

“You want a drink?” Nika asked.

“Please.”

Aaliyah waved at the bartender. “Something strong?”

“Very.”

“Tequila makes you honest,” Nika warned.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t drink.”

But even as she said it, Paige glanced back at Azzi—leaning forward, laughing, her top clinging like a dare.

Paige turned quickly away. “I hate everyone here.”

“Yeah,” Nika said, smiling knowingly. “Especially yourself.”

Paige didn’t argue.

She just knocked back the shot the second it landed.

The music had loosened everyone up. By now, the group had scattered across Ted’s—some at the bar, some dancing, others deep in whatever conversations tequila inspired. Paige stayed anchored to the wall, half-watching, half-sipping a drink that had long since gone warm. Her eyes kept drifting to Azzi.

Azzi was electric tonight. Laughing with Aubrey, swaying to the music, shoulder brushing against Nika’s as they danced. Even in the chaos, she stood out. And Paige noticed. God, she noticed.

“Hey,” a voice cut in, low and knowing. Evina slid in next to her, drink in hand.

Paige blinked. “Hey. Didn’t know you were here.”

Evina grinned. “You’ve been staring at Azzi for the past twenty minutes. I could’ve walked in wearing a mascot suit and you wouldn’t’ve noticed.”

Paige snorted, half-embarrassed. “You’re imagining things.”

Evina raised an eyebrow. “Mmhmm. You gonna make a move or what?”

Paige choked a little on her drink. “What?”

Evina jerked her chin subtly toward the other side of the bar. “Because Jalen from the men’s team is over there. And he’s definitely flirting with her.”

Paige’s eyes snapped over. Sure enough, Jalen stood too close, talking animatedly, that smug, easy grin he wore when he thought he was being charming. Azzi was smiling—politely, Paige noted. Or maybe that was just what she wanted to believe.

Without a word, Paige pushed off the wall and crossed the room.

“Yo!” Jalen grinned when he saw her. “There she is. You brought Azzi, right? She was just telling me…”

“Yeah,” Paige said smoothly, slipping in beside Azzi. “We rolled through together.”

Azzi’s eyes flicked toward her, unreadable.

“Man, she’s a good time,” Jalen said, clearly oblivious. “Y’all must keep things lit.”

“Something like that,” Paige replied, cool and easy, even as her hand brushed Azzi’s arm, casual. Jalen didn’t seem to notice.

A moment later, he got distracted by someone yelling his name from across the bar. “Catch y’all later!”

Azzi turned to Paige as he walked off. “Okay… what was that about?”

Paige gave a lazy shrug. “Nothing. Thought you might want a rescue.”

Azzi smirked. “Are you jealous or something?”

“Nope,” Paige said quickly. “Just didn’t want you suffering through his ‘what gym you go to’ routine.”

Azzi tilted her head, amused. “Mmhmm.”

The night wore on. Nika found her guy, dragged him onto the dance floor with zero shame. Aubrey was locked in some deep conversation with Aaliyah. And Paige found herself at the bar again—Azzi beside her now, close enough that their knees brushed when they shifted.

The song changed—something bass-heavy and hot—and Azzi leaned in, her lips brushing the shell of Paige’s ear.

“Nika’s making moves,” she whispered, voice low and warm. “Think she’ll finally seal the deal?”

The breath on her neck sent a shiver down Paige’s spine. She turned sharply, startled and flushed, caught off guard by how close Azzi’s face was now. Their eyes met, and Paige’s heartbeat kicked up hard.

“She better,” Paige muttered, trying to sound casual. She wasn’t sure it landed.

Azzi smiled, leaning just a little more into her space, fingertips brushing the rim of Paige’s glass. “And us? Are we making moves?”

Paige blinked. Her throat felt dry.

She set her drink down and straightened. “You wanna head out?”

Azzi looked at her for a beat—quiet, unreadable again. Then she nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

And just like that, they slipped out together. 

Aubrey and Aaliyah were still by the bar, casually talking and laughing, but as they caught sight of Azzi and Paige slipping away, their faces changed.

Aubrey glanced toward Aaliyah, eyebrow raised. “Did you see that?”

Aaliyah smirked. “I saw. Think they’re finally making a move?”

Aubrey chuckled, shaking her head. “They’ve been dancing around each other all night. I knew something was gonna happen.”

Aaliyah leaned in, eyes glinting with curiosity. “It’s about damn time.”

Alright, this took me a minute, but I hope y'all enjoy it. The next chapter might contain smut. I do not know yet if I want to write that or not, but let me know if you guys have any ideas.

[heartyluv]

Note: I was so sure I was gonna take a break today, but the thought of Caleb fucking you in another room with your parents in the house has been on my mind and it won’t LEAVE. So, I have to share it with my luvlys.

Creds to @/anitalenia & @/omi-resources for the dividers. ♡︎

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,306

Horny!Caleb/Reader Headcanons

𝜗𝜚 Caleb had absolutely no problem with your parents coming over to stay for a week to visit you two. They don’t get to see you much now, seeing as you’re a married woman who’s moved to a different state.

𝜗𝜚 But you warned him: No sex. You liked being able to be as loud and carefree as you wanted when Caleb was dicking you down, and you couldn’t do that with your mother and father in the house. Absolutely not.

𝜗𝜚 So of course, he respects this. He likes to hear you scream too, so he wouldn’t want to make you have to hold back. And he just knew that when you finally did have sex, it was going to feel so fucking good.

𝜗𝜚 Unfortunately, the idea was thrown out the window when your parents asked if they could stay for another week. It felt like he was slapped across the face when you so sweetly said, “of course!”

𝜗𝜚 Now, Caleb respects your parents. He thanks them for creating such a precious thing like you. But he wants to fuck his wife, and he can’t do that unless they leave.

𝜗𝜚 Honestly, he could, but it was you who couldn’t deal with the idea of your husband fucking you with your parents in the house. So, he tried to get them to leave without you two. Giving them money to go to a diner, directions to some nice walkable parks, and even locations to local flea markets that were set up not too far from your home, just wasn’t working. They refused to go without you, saying they were here to spend time with family.

𝜗𝜚 At that point, his cock was getting just as frustrated as he was.

𝜗𝜚 You weren’t going to lie, you wanted to have sex too, but you firmly believed you and your husband could stick it out. You were completely wrong.

𝜗𝜚 I feel like Caleb comes up with the idea to have your parents start watching a movie while you work on the laundry downstairs.

𝜗𝜚 “I have to get something in the basement and she wants to get the laundry done before we head out for dinner tonight. You guys can just watch whatever you want and once I find what I’m looking for, I’ll come back up to finish the movie with you until she’s done.”

𝜗𝜚 He felt like he hit the jackpot when they agreed and plopped down on the couch and searched for something to look at. What made it even better? Your parents loved to watch the TV with the volume obnoxiously loud.

𝜗𝜚 Yeah, he was about to fuck the shit out of you.

𝜗𝜚 You were really folding laundry when he came downstairs, but after he closed the basement door behind him, he couldn’t give two shits about the clean clothes in your hands.

𝜗𝜚 He was on you so fast that it took you a second to catch up with his hard and rough kisses. You reciprocated though, just for a moment before you pushed him back, looking at him like a deer in headlights because you swore you told him. No. Sex.

𝜗𝜚 “They’re distracted and we have maybe five minutes tops before your mother comes down here, wondering what’s taking so long. Get on the table pretty, before I bend you over it.”

𝜗𝜚 Caleb is terribly gifted in making your pussy wet just by telling you what he was going to do to you, and it was no different now. The clean clothes were long forgotten when he lifted you on top of the table and quickly tugged your shorts down once he brought you to the edge to get that good angle to get where he’s been needing to be.

𝜗𝜚 You don’t need to be told twice to make this quick, and you’re grabbing all on him. I’m talking you’re so needy you can’t even think straight. Pussy is throbbing, your head is spinning, and you need to feel that dick inside of you before you start crying because fuck it, a week and a half without him is too damn long.

𝜗𝜚 When he pulls that cock out, it’s no teasing, rubbing your slit with his tip or toying with your clit. No, he’s going inside, full throttle. He damn near comes before he can get a proper thrust in and you’re actually on the verge of tears because you still don’t want to be too loud, but you want to be, so bad.

𝜗𝜚 He’s fucking you fast. Like oh my gosh, you can barely catch your breath. You start to moan, but you cover your mouth and he kisses down your neck while his hips snap into you at an unforgiving pace.

𝜗𝜚 Table is rocking and hitting the wallll omg LOLLL. Like you two are like rabbits right now and even with him inside of you, it’s not enough. He wants you naked, skin to skin, but he’s gotta take what he can get. That whole nice son-in-law act was about to disappear if he had to go another day without you.

𝜗𝜚 “I’m never going this long without your pussy again. Fucking kidding me?”

𝜗𝜚 The way he grinds against your clit makes you have to kiss him so that you don’t start sounding like someone’s killing you. The sensation of him sliding against your walls and the wet noises your pussy and his cock are creating? Erotic art.

𝜗𝜚 “You gotta come now, pretty baby. I feel you, you’re almost there.”

𝜗𝜚 Your high pitched moans are cut off when he places his large hand over your mouth as he presses his forehead against yours, cursing under his breath when the both of you finally come. His hips are rocking slowly as his load spills deep inside of you. It’s so much that it’s literally going down your thigh.

𝜗𝜚 Your eyes roll back, your chest is heaving, and your pussy is soaking his cock at the same time that his cum floods your cunt.

𝜗𝜚 Just like he thought, he could hear footsteps upstairs. Somebody was coming to the door. He’s still inside you when you two hear the door open and your mother yells down, “Does she need any help with the laundry?! Or do you need help finding what you’re looking for because we can come down!”

𝜗𝜚 Caleb licks his lips and smiles at you, trying to get his voice together. The way you clench around his cock that was honestly prepared to fuck you one more time, makes him hiss before he can finally speak.

𝜗𝜚 “She’s good ma’am! And I found what I needed. On my way up now!”

𝜗𝜚 You relax when she shuts the door and Caleb removes his hand from your mouth, gently kissing them before he slides out of your slick hole. His cock is semi hard again, but he can wait. For now.

𝜗𝜚 “I felt how you squeezed me. You like the idea of getting caught with my cock inside that pussy, don’t you?”

𝜗𝜚 You just his chest because even though you’re almost certain no one but you heard him, he still should’ve whispered it or something. And fuck him for being right.

𝜗𝜚 After he uses a clean cloth to wipe you down, he tucks himself back into his pants and slides your shorts and panties back up.

𝜗𝜚 “Take your time and feel how slick it is in between your legs. Maybe I’ll get the chance to dirty you more before we go out for dinner tonight.”

𝜗𝜚 He grabs something random to bring upstairs so your parents don’t ask any questions. Like he takes a single roll of toilet paper or something LOLL.

𝜗𝜚 He smacks your ass before he heads back upstairs and you stand there with the biggest smile on your face, feeling his sticky cum inside of you mixing with your own.

𝜗𝜚 You really do hope he gets to fuck you one more time before you leave tonight because that quickie ruined you. So now, waiting until your parents actually leave before it happens again feels impossible.

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do one where the triplets are filming a baking video and Chris two year old, innocently picks up a knife not knowing any better and cuts her finger and the video ends with them in the hospital sitting in Chris’s lap crying while she gets stitches, while matt and Nick try to make her laugh or make light of the situation

“Just a Little Cut”

The kitchen was full of flour, laughter, and the chaotic energy of a Sturniolo baking video.

Chris’s two-year-old daughter sat perched on a stool by the counter, giggling at the mess her dad and uncles were making. Her tiny apron said “Official Taste Tester,” and she was mostly just there to steal spoonfuls of frosting.

“Alright, you mix that—” Chris pointed at Matt.

“Why me?” Matt groaned. “I’m the worst at mixing!”

Nick laughed behind the camera. “And yet, you never stop volunteering.”

Chris leaned over his daughter. “Alright, peanut, what do you think? More chocolate chips?”

She nodded enthusiastically, smearing frosting on her nose.

It was perfect chaos—until it wasn’t.

The camera was still rolling when Chris turned to grab something from the fridge, and Matt and Nick started bickering over the amount of baking powder.

In those ten seconds, Chris’s daughter climbed down from her stool—curious eyes locking on a shiny paring knife left too close to the edge of the counter.

She reached for it.

“Hey—” Nick caught it just as she grabbed the handle, but it was too late.

A sudden, sharp cry rang out.

Chris turned in a split second. “What happened?!”

She was crying—sobbing, actually—clutching her tiny hand as blood welled up from a shallow cut on her finger.

Chris’s heart stopped.

“Oh my God—baby—” he scooped her into his arms immediately, voice trembling. “It’s okay. Daddy’s got you. You’re okay.”

Matt’s face had gone pale. “Shit—shit, I didn’t see—”

“Turn off the camera!” Nick barked, already grabbing a towel and pressing it gently against her hand.

Chris held her close, trying to stay calm even as panic pulsed through him. “We’re going to the hospital. Now.”

⸻

At the ER

She wouldn’t stop crying.

She was tired, scared, confused, and in pain—and the bright white lights of the emergency room didn’t help.

Chris sat with her in his lap, rocking her gently as her small body trembled against his chest. His hoodie was soaked with tears.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered over and over, kissing the top of her head. “You’re okay now. Daddy’s here.”

Matt sat across from them, head in his hands. “I shouldn’t’ve put that knife there.”

“It was all of us,” Nick said quietly. “She’s two. She doesn’t know what’s dangerous. We should’ve been more careful.”

Chris didn’t say anything—just stared down at his daughter, brushing her curls back while the nurse cleaned her hand.

She whimpered when the doctor mentioned stitches.

“No stitches,” she cried. “No, no, Daddy, no!”

Chris hugged her tighter. “I know, baby, I know. It’s just one, okay? Just a little stitch, like a Band-Aid. I’ll hold your hand the whole time. Promise.”

Matt, trying not to tear up himself, knelt beside the chair and gently poked her nose. “Hey. You’re braver than your dad, you know that?”

Nick grinned. “Yeah, he almost passed out when he got stitches once.”

Chris let out a shaky laugh. “Thanks, guys.”

His daughter blinked through her tears, a small smile breaking through. “Really?”

“Really,” Matt nodded. “He cried like a baby.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

By the time the stitches were done, she was still sniffling—but her eyes were drowsy, and she clung to Chris’s shirt like it was the only thing tethering her to safety.

“You did so good,” Chris whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “So, so good.”

Nick grabbed a sticker from the nurse’s station. “You want the sparkly unicorn or the space rocket?”

She pointed sleepily at the unicorn, tucking it in her hand.

And on the way home, as she slept against Chris’s shoulder, her hand wrapped in gauze and her favorite blanket over her legs, the triplets didn’t say much.

But every now and then, Chris would tighten his hold just a little — like he was making sure she was still there.

Because accidents happen. Life gets messy.

But she was safe. She was okay.

And that was all that mattered.

⸻

[beom-s-author]

txt reactions- they are seeing you with children/baby

choi soobin

Soobin had actually been imagining you secretly with a baby. But seeing you for real was really different. That day, when you went to visit Soobin, you ran into your manager’s little daughter. You actually bumped into her while walking down the stairs. The little girl was walking around with a box of fruit juice in her hand. When you bumped into her, she dropped it on the ground. You quickly ran to get her a new one so that she wouldn’t cry. When you entered the practice room with a little girl in your arms, Soobin looked at you in surprise. “Where did you see Soonmin?” You smiled at Soobin, “We ran into her on the street. She loves cherry juice just like me.” Soobin laughed at what you said and turned to you. “You look so beautiful.”

choi yeonjun

Yeonjun hadn’t expected this sight when he came home from practice. Despite that, you had promised to do it and take a nice shower. However, Yeonjun had found you at home, playing with 3 little kids on the couch and tickling them. Your hair was messy, and you were playing with 2 boys and 1 girl, wearing baggy sweatpants. Small toys were on the floor. Yeonjun turned to you and said, “Baby, who are these and why are they playing with you? What’s their secret?” You laughed when Yeonjun said that. “My cousin dropped off her kids. She’ll be back in a few hours. I couldn’t say no.” Yeonjun smiled at you. “Then I’ll join in on the little game.” You nodded and when you came back in 10 minutes, you saw Yeonjun following the princess crown and sipping tea. You couldn’t hold back your laughter.

choi beomgyu

Beomgyu had been texting you for the past hour. But somehow you weren’t returning his texts. You answered when he called you back worriedly. “Honey, finally. You scared me so much.” However, the person who answered was your 4-year-old nephew. “My aunt is sleeping.” Beomgyu chuckled at the answer he got. You had come from work and you were pretty tired and taking care of a 4-year-old hyperactive boy had really tired you out. After Beomgyu hung up the phone, he went back home. Your nephew was lying down next to you sleeping. You woke up with the sound of keys and looked at Beomgyu. “Beomie?” Beomgyu smiled. “Yes, I’m here. Go back to sleep. I’ll fix something for you.”

kang taehyun

Your boyfriend knew that you were going to take care of your sister's baby today. Your sister had been dealing with the divorce case for about a month and the case was finally coming to an end and you were taking care of your little boy to support her. The baby was very quiet and it seemed perfect to you that he wasn't naughty. Taehyun was buying small toys to distract the baby. You were feeding the baby. When you lifted him onto your shoulders to relieve him, Taehyun turned to you. "I know it's too early for these but if one day we're still together, I'd like to start a family with you because you already seem like you're ready for it. If you want it too, of course..I guess I was being ridiculous." You laughed at Taehyun's words and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

Hueningkai

You were going to make a home visit with Lea and Hiyyih. However, at the last minute, you decided to take care of your daughter upon your friend's request. Hueningkai came home from the market after receiving your requests. There was a lollipop and a candy bracelet in the small bag. You smiled and gave one to the girl. When the little girl silently took it and started licking the lollipop, Hueningkai asked the quiet and shy girl what she wanted to do. The three of you played hide-and-seek, dodgeball and all the other games for an hour and the little girl fell asleep in Hueningkai's arms due to exhaustion. "You're so natural. She fell asleep right away. She didn't whine at all." Hueningkai touched the back of her neck in embarrassment. "Yeah, I guess."

[havocskies]

hhihi i love the ur headcanons sm and i was wondering if u could also write girlfriend reader x brian headcanons 💗

tags : romantic , he’s still pretty evil sorry , brian is mostly rudy here , so i guess you’re probably fine

honestly brian would have to REALLY like someone to truly date them i feel like

like, his main concern is getting to dexter

BUT he did seem to like monique a bit, so it’s at least not impossible

even though he did still kill her….

i feel like brian, if he TRULY loved someone, would be very protective

of course, he knows how to not make it seem overbearing

he’s very good at playing ‘rudy,’ and he’ll never let it slip around you

you’re the last person he wants to find out about his little taboo hobby

sometimes he fantasizes about showing you the freezer room, about taking you on kills and having you help out with the prep

but he knows realistically that’s just wishful thinking

it’d be too big of a risk, one he doesn’t really want to take

so, he’ll continue to play the loving and innocent boyfriend who’s only motive in life is to help the needy

brian would absolutely be very touchy, both in a possessive way and in a casual, subconscious way

he loves to let people know you’re his, but at the same time he also just loves the reassurance that you’re there, with him

even if he doesn’t show it he does inwardly get insecure, worried that you’d somehow find out about his tendencies and leave him

once he has something he likes in his grasp he isn’t very keen on letting it go

brian would heavily enjoy painting your nails, wanting to keep them colored the way he loves close to constantly

the moment they begin to chip he’s commenting on it, already wanting to fix it

brian also clearly seems to enjoy putting his attractions on display

he has a large drawing of a naked woman on his living room wall, and limb sculptures all around his apartment

with that being said, brian absolutely would enjoy taking pictures of you (both compromising and not 😇)

like, he’s clearly a freak

i don’t, however, think he’d be too possessive in public

of course, he loves physical contact and being near you

however, making it known you two are dating isn’t exactly being possessive

i don’t believe brian would get jealous very easily

he wouldn’t dictate what you wear, instead finding it more enjoyable to show you off in a way

i do think, however, that if you wanted him to give suggestions towards your outfits he would absolutely love it.

while not very possessive, he does love having control

brian would strongly enjoy picking out minor things, such as your jewelry or a specific shirt

if you wanted him to pick out an entire outfit, however, he wouldn’t complain

since brian would be playing as rudy around you i don’t think he’d have too many red flags

of course, he’s still the ice truck killer, but he’d be more careful around you

if you weren’t a killer, that is

if you were that’s an entirely different story

regardless, if you’re a moral and true citizen of society, brian is careful around you

he doesn’t drop many hints, and the ones he does are only small comments you couldn’t possibly catch on to

(both brian and dexter do this in the show and i think it’s so funny it kills me)

brian in general is also very touchy

we see this in the show when he’s with deb

listen, if he could be that touchy and needy with a woman he hates with every fiber of his being and piece of his soul imagine how he is with someone he loves

yeah he’d never be leaving you alone

brian does (assumingely) hook up with hookers somewhat often

unless he’s just killing most of them i guess, obviously

regardless, since brian’s life is centered mostly around dexter, i don’t think he’s had many partners if any at all

i don’t even think monique really counts, as they seemed to be portrayed more as just sex partners than actual partners

they don’t really have anything romantic to say about each other so 😭

with that being said, that would mean his entire focus would be on you

also, if his apartment decor is so shameless i would not be surprised if his drive was high

considering how he was acting with deb, he would be beyond needy with an actual partner

he’d absolutely insist on keeping control in every situation

but he’d without a doubt be wanting your attention fairly often

now, i do think he’d still have cold spells where he’s distant, but i don’t think they’d truly last that long

all in all, as long as you’re dating rudy, you’re pretty safe

[sweetpumpkinpieinwithcoffee]

Beginning, Middle and Everything Else (Part.2)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Domestic life at the Stark Tower has always been something. Things seems to be back to normal between Y/A and Bucky even if she can't help but remark some new little attentions he has for her. And then, there is this night... and maybe not everything is that casual? Basically, it's just a lot of fluff and pining.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: humor, fluff, light language, idiot in love A/N: Hello, I'm back with the following chapter. You kind the first one here. I do believe you can read them separatly though as a one shot. Again, English isn't my first language and truth be told I didn't proof read this before posting. Anyway, I hope you will like this new installement. Enjoy 🥹

Have you ever had to go grocery shopping for an Avenger? No. Well, imagine having to go for an athlete doubled with an eight year old. Now multiply this by the number of people residing in the Stark Tower at the current time. You already have your head spinning? Well that was basically what was happening to Y/A. Left alone with Clint and Natasha, the girl was basically fighting for her life and a box of chocolate. 

If she had listened to Clint, her cart would have been filled with only pizza and the occasional macaroni and cheese (those were always a hit on wednesday nights, especially if Yelena was making it her way). If she had listened to Nat, true the cart would have been a little bit healthier BUT the number of vodka bottles would have been astronomical. Not that the former Russian agent was alcoholic, rather the team liked to party way too hard sometimes. And vodka was always easy to sneak into any glass or cup. 

“Can we take gummies?” Asked Clint while they were waiting at the register. 

“For the hundrest times, no. We still have some in the kitchen.”

“No, we have the strawberry kind, not the blueberry ones.”

“Do you want the blueberries just because it is purple and it matches yours and Kat’s signature?” Nat asked. 

“Maybe.”

“Then no. Don’t need it.”

“I knew I picked the wrong team to go grocery shopping.” 

“Believe me when I say I thought the same thing ten minutes ago when you two were bickery around ham.” Y/A said while paying. “Can’t you behave for more than an hour?”

“You wouldn’t either if you had to stay stuck for days with this one in a vent.” 

“It was years ago!” Bite back Natasha. 

“Children, mommy would like some peace.” 

“You do know we are heading back to the Tower, right?” Asked Clint. 

“Killjoy.”

“My pleasure.” 

Truth be told, while grocery shopping was a pain in the ass, getting back to the Tower was even more painful. You adored your new teammates and roomates but really they could be loud. Especially when food was involved. “Do you have my lemon pie?” Would ask Steve who had developed such a sweet tooth since he had left ice. “Where is my Coca?” Would ask Tony before being reprimanded by Pepper for not asking politely. “And my beer?” Would half shoot Thor if he was there. It was all fun and game until they were digging into the bags, making a mess of everything. Children, those super-heros were just children with super powers or capacities. 

“Or too much money.” Would complet Yelena when you finally found the time to rest. “Practically sure Tony wouldn’t have done half the stuff he did without all his money.” 

“I’m not sure. He is a good guy deep down. And also, he has his brain.” 

“Yeah, yeah… that is true.” 

You had found yourself on the roof of the tower, enjoying the summer sun and a little bit of peace. Truth be told, you were quite content to not have been sent on a mission in some time. You could actually take the time to rest and fix some old injuries you had never really looked for. Plus, one of the upside of not being on duty call meant spending more time with the girls. 

“Want to go clubbing tonight?” You asked. 

“Always down. Think about anywhere in particular?” 

“No. Probably to the Pachamama. To remind me of France.” 

“You've been missing it a lot lately, aren’t you?” 

“Well… I had really good memories there and I haven’t been in years.” 

“So the Pachamama it is!”

But by the end of the day, you never made it. 

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“So you are telling me you just got your periods?” Asked Yelena right behind you as she was holding your hair.

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help but throw up again. The pain was excruciating. Why was it that doctors and searchers had found a cure for men who couldn’t get their penis up but none of them had found the time for a cure for difficult periods? 

“I guess our little trip out is cancelled then?” 

“What is cancelled?” 

His deep voice filled the room in an instant and you couldn’t be more mortified. Not because your head was presently in the toilet, even if that was already a bad situation, but more because of your outfit. A night out at the club meant little clothes and involved a lot of glitter. You were young and you wanted to have some fun, some intent of a normal twenty-something years old life. Tonight, you had opted for a really short black short and a “dress” made in chane and glitter. High heels boots complemented the outfit and you were feeling badass. Well, up until you felt the first sign of your cycle and had to bolt to the toilet. 

“Sure it is just your period honey?” Asked Wanda while rubbing your back. “You look pretty pale too.” 

“Losing blood can have that effect.” You mumble. 

“So what is cancelled?” He asked again. 

Your situation with Bucky had kinda shift after the cookies a month or so ago. You had started to notice weird signs from him. Now it was almost impossible for you to seat near anyone but him at any debrief, somehow he had clocked your favourite mug and made always a priority of keeping it warm if you need tea or coffee. He had, regarding that matter, also clocked your preference: coffee in the morning or later in the day only if you had stayed up too late, past 10a.m and until the end of the day it was tea and infusion. Bucky was also the first to spot now when you were feeling down and the first to help you work through the high and low of being a public figure. He also magically always had your favourite chocolate ready after a particular rough mission. The shift was weird. 

“We were supposed to go out tonight but Y/A isn’t feeling good.” 

“Shit. Something you ate maybe?”

“Not that kind of sick.” You mumble while resting your head on the toilet (gross, you thought but it was cool and you thought maybe Wanda was right and you had a little bit of a fever). 

“Oh… got everything you need? Pad, tampon ?”

“BARNES.” Almost screamed Wanda.

“What?”

“I’m just surprised.” 

“Of me knowing about this? Hon, it’s not the 1950’s anymore.” 

“Remind me your age again?”

“Do shut up. Hey, Y/L/N, how are you doing?’ 

Instead of responding directly, you started throwing up again while hot tears ran down your cheeks. Wanda calming rub in your back stopped for a millisecond before being replaced by a stronger and wider hand. 

“Ok. Girls, go to your night out, I got her.”

“But…” Started Yelena, your ponytail still in her hand.

“No but, have your fair of fun and I’ll make sure she survives the night.”

“Go girl, don’t make me waste your night.” You said while you can. “Take pictures and I want to know everything in the morning.” 

“Ok honey…” Said Kate. “Buck, be nice to her and make sure she has her hot-water bottle with her.”

“Will do. Now go.” 

It was a matter of minutes before the sounds of their feet stopped echoing in the hallway and you could hear the door closing. Such a fun night in perspective. 

“You can go Barnes… I’ll be fine. I think the worst is over.” You said while attempting to stand up. That wasn’t your best idea since your head start spinning and you had to regain control by putting an hand on the sink. “Shit.” 

“Like you said. I’m not going anywhere until you don’t feel better. Or at least until you are sleeping.”

“So what? You are playing my daddy tonight?” 

At his loss of words, you looked up and found him as red as a tomato. His pupils were dilated and fixed on your mouth. Shit, had you said something that would bring back his old Winter Soldier self? 

“You alright there?”

“Yeh. Yup. Sorry, my brain froze for a moment.” 

“Could see that.” 

“Let me help you to go to bed.” 

“Can do myself.” 

Well, that you thought. You made two steps before needing the wall to stay up. 

“Shit.” 

“Ok. You tried your way, let’s try mine now.” 

You couldn’t say anything before being picked-up, bridal style, and being kinda crushed against his chest. He smelled good. You had never really paid attention to this but Bucky did smell good. A mix of soap and his aftershave that subtle but very pleasant. 

“I can walk.” You suggested. 

“That you demonstrated very well not two minutes ago.” 

“Do shut up. I’m ill, and you don’t make fun of ill people.” 

“No Doll. I won’t.”

It was your turn to be silent for a moment and you could feel the heat in your cheek. But if it was the heat of your fever or something in reaction of what he had said you weren’t able to tell. 

“Lead the way to your room.” He spoke softly and for one moment, you completely forgot what was the point of your evening anymore. You could only focus on his arms around you and the smell of his clothes. 

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Y/A’s room was two stories above where he had found her. Just like all the other rooms, it was very large. Nothing Bucky had ever known back in the 50’s when he and Steve had first shared a living-room while keeping an eye on his mother and then in their tiny studio right before the war. 

And just like all the others it was such a personal space. Nothing the others would have chosen for themselves. This room was clearly yours. The colour, the furniture, the decor, everything seemed to scream “Y/A lives here”. Bucky smiled to himself. It was funny to be here. 

“You can drop me on the bed and I’ll be fine. For real.” Said the girl when he stepped inside. 

“Dropping you on the bed, I can. Leaving you alone? No.”

“Bucky, I’m fine, really.” 

He put her gently on the bed and then started to look around. He was positive that if this was a recurrent pattern for you you would have your hot-water bottle on the ready. Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he went straight for what looked like a pyjama you had left thrown on a chair and grabbed it. 

“You have to put this on.” He said gently to her. “And you also have to tell me where you put your hot-water bottle.” 

“You really don’t need to do this.” Y/A said while trying to leave the bed and joined her private bathroom. Unfortunately, while you were very not drunk, you were struggling and fell by tripping on your own feet. 

“Ouch.” 

“And she said she doesn’t need help.” In a matter of seconds he was scooting you up in his arms and taking you to the bathroom. “Do you also need my help to get out of this… dress?” 

You flushed a little. “Be careful soldier. One could think you are flirting with me.” 

He flushed back a little. He hadn’t thought about the undermeaning of his words before it had been too late. Not that he would mind taking off your clothes in another context but… “Or one could think I’m just being helpful and considerate to my… friend?” 

“Oh! Is that what we are now?” Y/N asked while battling with the fastening of her dress. 

“If you want too.” He said, considering he might have put more hope than it was needed in his tone. 

“I don’t know Bucky, only two weeks ago you could barely look me in the eyes.” 

“You are very small.” 

Y/A smiled back. “Touché. But still, is that what we are?” 

“It’s what we could be.”

“Then ok. You are helping a friend take off her dress.” She said while offering her back to him. The zipper was clearly stuck. 

Putting a gentle hand on her right shoulder he unzipped slowly the delicate material, past her shoulder blades, her mid back, until the top of her ass. He had to hold his breath and his gaze. She was clearly following his movement in the mirror right in front of them in the bathroom. 

“Thank you friend. That was very helpful.” 

“No problem, friend.” 

He couldn’t help but notice the light pink spreading on her cheek and the way her eyes were stuck on his in their reflection. 

“I should… yeah.” She gestured to her dress, the pyjama in her hands and the bathroom. 

“I’ll be waiting here.” He said softly. 

“Again, you don’t have to do all that. I’ll be fine and it isn’t in your job description to take care of me.” 

“Yeah, I know. But you also are more important than just a job description.” 

This time she was bright red and he considered if he hadn’t gone too far with his observation. She disappeared quickly into the bathroom and closed the door without another word for him. 

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The rain had started outside the Tower and Bucky was pacing inside your room. Y/A had been taking an unusually long time to change out of her dress to her pajama. He figured maybe you were doing your nightly skincare routine, something he had seen Nat do more times than he could count when she wasn’t out on the job. 

Nevertheless, the minutes dragged on and a tight knot of concern began to form in his chest. That’s when the sound came, a dull thud, as if something had fell in the room were you were. He felt his heart stop in the moment. 

“Shit. Y/N? Is everything alright?” He called out. 

Silence. 

“Y/A” He tried again, closing the small space between him and the closed door. “Y/A? I’m coming in.” 

He pushed the door open forcefully to find you on the floor, your pajama rightfully on but you were struggling to brace yourself as you tried to sit up. 

“Shit, Doll, what happened?” As he was saying so he move to your side in a flash, crouching next to you, scanning for injury with frantic eyes. 

Y/A blinked up at him, sweat beading on her forehead. “Think it might be more than just my period.” She said weakly, her voice not much more than a whisper. “I just felt dizzy and then…”

“You are burning up.” He muttered, gently lifting you in his arms again. This time he noticed how you didn’t protest, simply letting your head fall against his shoulder. 

Carrying Y/A to her bed, he laid her down with care before going back to the bathroom where he found a bottle of water he filled before coming back. 

“Drink a little. I’ll look for some meds and I’ll be back.” 

“I must have some Advil under the sink.” She said. 

He went again and laid the little box on her bedside table after giving her the medicine. Silently, he vowed to stay by your side as long as you would allow it. Soon enough Y/A was sound asleep. Outside, the rain was still pouring, the others would probably cut short their plans if the weather kept being that awful. The room was in the dim light of the bedside’s lamp, warm in the rich colour you had chosen. 

Time passed. Y/A’s sleep was difficult. Turning and trashing, fighting against the fever and something else. Bucky couldn’t only stay and watch. His only movement was to put a cool cloth on your forehead or stroking your wet hair back from your face with trembling fingers. For all the time he had to tend to others he hadn’t felt this anxious. He couldn’t and wouldn’t leave your side. 

At some point he thought he heard the other coming in but no one made its way to your room. Probably they thought you were sleeping and didn’t want to disturbed you. He was glad they didn’t though, he could stay with you and wouldn”t have to explain to anyone the state of worry he was in. Besides, he also thought the fever was coming down, meaning it was nothing that serious. A difficult virus you would have caught after pushing yourself yet again. 

He didn’t sleep that night. Just stay close, your hand in his, eyes on your face. When dawn find its way in the room, you started stirring, showing some signs that you were trying to wake up. He took back his hand and straightened in his chair. Slowly, your eyes opened, meeting his tired, worried ones. 

“You stayed?” Y/A croaked, voice still light. 

He couldn’t help but give a weak smile. “Of course I did. You don’t leave a friend in such a bad state.” 

She smiled faintly but it felt real. Bucky couldn’t believe it was addressed to him. Y/A then extended a febrile hand toward him. Gently, he took it with his hand of flesh. 

Maybe he would be fine, as long as he could keep you by his side. 

[ohnoitsjesster]

Ok i said i was gonna talk about Mushnik so im gonna talk about Mushnik

The general consensus in the fandom seems to be that he’s a shitty dad and a Jewish stereotype. But I think that is a gross oversimplification. He isn’t greedy and money grubbing, he’s a poor business owner trying to survive on Skid Row. Yes Mushnik was being deliberately emotionally manipulative by offering to adopt Seymour just for the money, but he needed that money to survive, before the plant he had just officially announced he was closing the shop. The line before Mushnik & Son isn’t “man i really love money so i guess ill adopt him cause thats how much i love money” the line is “If Seymour left me, why then I’d be right back where i started which was broke and starving, close to bankrupt. Beset befuddled and bereft, thats what I’d be if Seymour left.” I actually equate his decision in that scene more to how Audrey acts towards Orin. He’s fawning to appease someone who he is now financially dependent on. In fact it’s also how Seymour acted towards Mushnik back when he was dependent on Mushnik.

It’s true that he doesn’t treat Seymour as well as he could, but it’s not because he’s an inherently bad person. His relationship with Seymour is complicated. As Seymour says: “he took me in gave me shelter a bed crust of bread and a job, treats me like dirt, calls me a slob which I am.” The first half of this line could be written off as Seymour making excuses for Mushnik, but taking in a kid and providing for him is not easy or cheap, even if he took the path of least resistance. And the meager living he provides can be attributed to his financial situation. He probably only gives Seymour “meatloaf and water” because thats what he can afford. Seymour refers to those as “nice things” because he wouldn’t be able to get them anywhere else. One could easily argue that Mushnik only took him in for cheap labor, but once again, everyone on skid row is in pretty extreme poverty, I wouldn’t expect that Mushnik had much of a choice.

The only problem here is the fact that Mushnik is mean to Seymour and yells at him. And yeah that sucks, but I don’t think it’s grounds to hate him altogether. I wouldn’t even consider him cruel, just strict and… kinda grumpy. Understandable traits for a man desperately trying to manage a failing business that’s his only source of income. Scolding Seymour for doing something like breaking a ton of pots is pretty understandable for someone who probably has to manage his finances extremely carefully, especially when not only Mushnik’s livelihood depends on the shop, but Seymour’s and Audrey’s as well. Im not saying its a stellar parenting technique, but it’s likely that Mushnik’s attitude comes from the frustration of struggling to provide for his employees as well as himself.

If Mushnik is really just greedy and mean, we would have to see him acting this way when he isn’t under extreme financial stress, luckily he gets some money so we can see how he responds. And the MINUTE they get a customer in the shop, the first thing Mushnik does is offer to buy Seymour and Audrey dinner. Not only does he suddenly become generous, but he calls them his “children.” Clearly his attitude is also based on his financial strain. Also when the shop isn’t on the line, Mushnik is consistently caring towards his employees. He goes out of his way to look out for Audrey’s safety even when she tries to avoid the conversation.

Also the movie did him dirty and portrayed him as greedy by having him try to take the plant from Seymour, where in the original he’s trying to help him and Twoey drives Seymour to paranoia.

Basically yeah I am a proud Mushnik apologist, if Mushnik has no fans, im in the plant.

[sushirrrry]

anything frattrry or hockey player please 😩

word count: 1,449 cw: flirty & steamy & frattry oh my! a hockey player!harry x you one-shot ******** this week, I'm doing a little writing spree in honor of hitting 1,000 followers! send me your requests for 1,000 word blurbs here & I will be writing them all week! here is a template, if you'd like to fill it out

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1994

The ice rink was empty except for him – the one that you need, the one you’ve been assigned. The one you are continuously assigned.

Harry Styles, center for the Earl University Warriors, leaned against the boards like he owned the place; in some instance, he did.

This was his arena, this was his castle, and he wasn’t going to let anyone forget that. His jersey was peeled halfway off, clinging to his sweaty torso. One or two blonde highlights in his curls stood out to you, a cherry Tootsie Pop between his teeth, and that same cocky grin he always wore like a letterman jacket.

“You’re late, Press Pass,” he drawled, voice thick with amusement and just a hint of exhaustion from the scrimmage that you had just had the pleasure of watching. “Or were you just hoping to build some suspense in keeping me waiting?”

You didn’t look up from your notepad as you adjusted the press pass around your neck. “Or maybe I was hoping you’d be gone, and I’d have to forego the assignment.”

He chuckled—low and throaty; he chewed around the lollipop; you noticeably noticed the bright red of his lips from the lolly. “You always say the meanest things. It’s kinda hot.”

You rolled your eyes. “Can we just get this interview over with?”

This wasn’t your first rodeo with Harry Styles – this was always the most wanted interview, and the head of the paper always wanted his opinions on how the games were going. He was, of course, the captain of the team. Harry hopped over the rink boards like it was nothing and strutted toward you, skates clacking against the rubber mats. “That a Walkman in your coat? What are we listening to? Don’t say Pearl Jam again, I’ll cry.”

“Alanis Morissette,” you muttered.

He nodded slowly as he flips a hand through his hair to push it away from his forehead. “Figures. You’ve got ‘You Oughta Know’ energy.”

You stared at him with a blankness, fighting to not roll your eyes. “And you’ve got ‘banned from frat parties’ energy.”

That made him grin wider; you knew he liked when you talked back, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. He tilted his head toward the penalty box. “Let’s talk in there. Feels appropriate for me, don’t you think? Bad to the bone, and all that.”

You shouldn’t have followed him in. But you did. It was much easier to just follow along than anything else.

You took the bench while he sprawled out like he had no bones in his body—spreading his legs, arms stretched over the backrest, like some denim-and-sweat Adonis. His sweatpants were rolled down just enough to reveal his hip bones and the Calvin Klines that graced them, and he was still sucking on that damn Tootsie Pop.

“So,” you began, clicking your pen as you crossed your legs, “how’d you end up with the highest penalty minutes on the team?”

“Can’t help it if I play hard,” he said, winking. “Plus, refs love to call me for unsportsmanlike. Probably 'cause I’m too pretty.”

You snort at his answer, unbelievably writing it down. “Wouldn’t you call that a bit of delusion? Maybe a bit of clarity is needed here,” You pulled out your notes from the game, “Let’s see… tonight alone you racked up three penalties in under ten minutes.”

Harry stretched like a cat, lacing his fingers behind his head – the goddamn lollipop protruding from his cheek. “You say that like it’s a bad thing – we won, didn’t we?”

You ignored him. “First one—cross-checking.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “Yeah, the guy had it coming.”

“Second—unsportsmanlike conduct.” You looked up to see his brows arched, waiting for you to say what you needed to say. “Did you really blow a kiss to the ref?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “It’s called being fuckin’ charming, Scoop. And seems like you like looking at my lips. Wanna’ kiss ‘em or quote ‘em?”

You arched a brow, writing down his meticulously thought-out answers and completely ignoring his remarks. If you bought into them, then he won. “And then the grand finale—roughing.”

“Mm.” He leaned in then, grinning as he showed you the way that his eyes shown in the arena lights. “Guilty as sin. Wanna see how rough I can really be?”

You shook your head, biting back a smile – he was way too goddamn charming. “You’re like the human version of a warning label.”

He shrugged, biting on the candy until it cracked. “Dangerous, but addictive? You keep on comin’ back, don’t ‘ya?”

It’s your turn to lean in now: “More like: ‘Do not engage unless supervised.’”

He leaned forward to meet your energy, elbows on his knees. This time, his voice was much lower – like he had wanted to keep it between the two of you.  “Come on. You’ve thought about it.”

“About what?”

“Me. This. You and me in here.” He gestured around the penalty box like it was some sacred chapel that they had been meeting in. “Don’t pretend you don’t think about me when you’re rewinding your cassette tapes.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes this time. “You’re so full of yourself, Styles.”

“Baby, I’m full of you. In my head, anyway.”

You stood to leave, almost repulsed by his charisma. “Alright, interview’s over.”

But he reached out, tugging gently on the sleeve of your flannel before you’re able to turn around fully. “C’mon, Scoop. Don’t be mad. You’ve been giving me the look since week one. And I’ve been real patient.”

You turned slowly, looking down at him and where his fingers had inched their way around your wrist. “What look?”

“That ‘I’d rather die than admit I want you’ look,” He bit his lip, “You give it pretty often, and I have to admit it’s one of your cuter looks.”

You should’ve left. Should’ve told him off and walked out like the independent, Nirvana-loving, emotionally detached girl you prided yourself on being.

Instead, you dropped your notebook, grabbed him by the collar of his jersey, and kissed him so hard he gasped. There was something about always doing the unexpected that you prided yourself on, and this move was no different. It was a move that had shocked even you, but you couldn’t help but feel the satisfaction in just shutting up his goddamn, filthy, cocky mouth.

It was hot. Messy. Pure attitude.

He tasted like cherry and sweat and the kind of trouble your RA warned you about in all of those freshman classes.

But it was when he really kissed you back, it was with greedy, open-mouthed intensity. His hands found your waist, your thighs, and then he was pulling you into his lap like he’d been waiting a lifetime for it. You couldn’t have expected him to pull you back – to actually grab ahold of you, because now you couldn’t get back out of it.

When you started to push away, he pulled back; the game of it was his favorite, you could tell.

“God, you’re so—” he started, but you cut him off by tugging his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Shut up, Styles.”

He grinned beneath you, breathless. “Yes, ma’am.”

His hands pushed under your shirt, all calluses and warmth, and you moaned against his mouth as his thumb skimmed the underside of your bra. You breathed out heavily in annoyance at yourself for giving him the satisfaction he had been looking for.

“Still think I’m a poser, newspaper babe?” he whispered, biting at your lip as you started to pull away then.

You laughed against his jaw. “Totally.”

He pulled back, eyes blazing. “Then let me prove you wrong, babe. Right here in the –“

You straddled him harder. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence unless you mean it.”

“I always mean it.” Harry pulled your waist, letting you rub against his crotch as you try to push yourself away. In another attempt, he lets you go as he can feel you really mean it; his face distorting in confusion as you started to recompose yourself. You grab your notepad and pen that had fallen.

Harry blinked up at you, lips red, pupils blown, breath uneven, hair even a bit unkept. “Wait—what?”

You smirked. “Thanks for the quotes, Styles. You’re always appreciated.”

“Scoop—come on! What was that?”

You paused at the edge of the box, fingers on the door. “A warning,” You looked him up and down, “No more penalties – stop embarrassing us with your cocky ass. Someone had to shut you up, didn't they?”

And then you walked out—your Walkman humming “You Learn” as you disappeared down the corridor, leaving the star player stunned, aching, and utterly wrecked in the penalty box.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Storm-Part 4

Antonio Dawson x Reader (nicknamed Storm)

You and Antonio push your relationship further

Warnings: sexual happenings

You were doing inventory of the rig with Gabby, both of you moving around each other. You laughed when you had to climb on the side step to reach the back of one of the shelves “I think we need to refill this one, it would be really bad if I had to climb to reach gauze while you’re driving”

She grinned “Yeah, that wouldn’t go over too well, now would it?” the two of you were doing final items to check off before the next shift took over but considering you and her were coming off a thirty six hour shift? You were looking forward to getting home.

“Wanna go grab em and I’ll finish up?” you offered and she nodded, passing you her clipboard as she hopped out of the rig. You walked around the back of the ambulance, counting down everything else and was nearly done by the time she hopped back in and replaced the deplenished shelf. “Is that it?” she asked and you nodded “That’s it”

The two of you hopped out, closing the doors and headed inside to grab everything out of your lockers so as soon as your relief got there you could head for the hills. “So, any plans for the next few days you’re off?” She asked and you shrugged “I am going to sleep for the next twelve hours or so” 

She shook her head “Unless my brother calls you” a grin slipped onto your face “Unless your brother calls me, I haven’t gotten to see him in a few days since we’ve been pulling back to backs and intelligence has been working that case” “You two are cute, really” she teased and you sighed “I’d like to be a little less cute” and it was only when she froze, eyes wide that you realized you’d said that outloud.

“Can I blame that on poor sleep, a lot of calls and high amounts of caffeine?” she shook her head “I don’t think I can erase the fact that my best friend just insinuated that she wants to bed my brother!” you felt your face warm “Sorry! It slipped?” 

She shook her head and waved a hand “Screw it, it’s out. What’s going on?” you flopped down on the bench “We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks. The kids know me, I really like him but beyond a little heavy petting nothing else happens” she nodded slowly, running a hand down her face “I can’t believe I have to talk like this about my big brother but…have you considered that he’s leaving the ball in your court? If you want to do more, maybe you need to make sure the message is coming through loud and clear?” 

You laughed “Ok, point taken. You know, I think you like me a little Gabs. Considering how much you’ve put into this relationship” she shrugged “I want him with someone good, I want you with someone good. It’s a win win. Plus I know I don’t have to worry about you trying to get in your head to leave fifty one if you’re head over heels for my brother” you shook your head “Aww honey, I’m already head over heels for you! I’m not going anywhere” she grinned and pulled you into a hug “Good to know, now let's get the hell out of here before they decide to keep us for another thirty six”

You were laid across your bed, fast asleep when your phone ringing cut through the haze of sleep. You fumbled for it on the stand next to your bed before your hand finally wrapped around it and you brought it to your ear “Hello?” “I’m sorry Storm, were you asleep?” Antonio’s voice hit your ears and you perked up “It’s ok Toni, this last shift was just a kick”

He laughed lightly “Well, I just got off and was wondering if you wanted to get some dinner?” “You’re off?” you asked and looked at the clock. Christ, you’d gotten home at eleven. Did you go into a coma? “That sounds good but be warned I’ve been unconscious most of the day so I will more than likely have a worse appetite than usual” he laughed “Fine by me querida, I’ll be by in an hour?” “I’ll be waiting”

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You were dressed and ready when Antonio knocked on the door. You opened it and he smiled the moment he saw you “How bad was the shift?” you grimaced “A baby, two stabbings, three car wrecks and a heart attack” he whistled low “Damn” 

You nodded “I’m glad to be off for a couple days. I need to decompress” “Sounds like it” he pulled you into his arms and brushed a soft kiss against your lips that gradually deepened, especially when you hooked your arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to you. He grinned against your mouth “Did you miss me?” “A lot” you laughed and pressed another quick kiss to his lips as your stomach growled and you felt your face warm.

He laughed and ran his hand along your stomach, not noticing the light shiver that such innocent of a touch caused. “Let’s feed you” you nodded “The joys of sleep taking president over food after a long shift” 

You sat across from Antonio, telling him the less gruesome details of some of the calls. “I honestly don’t know what I’d do without Gabby as a partner. She’s really the best one I’ve ever had. Our personalities match well” “Hurricane and hell?” he teased and you waved your fork at him “Easy sir, you share blood with one of us and are choosing to date the other”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way cariño” he replied with a wink. You shook your head, feeling your face warm “Um how are the kids?” he laughed “Wanting to see you. I swear when I talk to them they ask more about you and Gabby than they actually talk to me” you smiled proudly “I love those two, they are awesome I swear” 

He gave you a smile “I know, that means a lot to me too” you smiled “Well, if it’s ok with Laura you can always give them my number? I don’t mind. I’d love to talk to them anytime they wanna call me. If I’m on shift I’ll call them back as soon as I can” he stared at you for a second and you had to resist the urge to squirm under the weight of his stare “Where the hell did Boden find you?”

“What?” you asked with a nervous laugh. He laid his own fork down and reached for his drink, taking a sip before saying “My sister was so far gone from losing Shay, the entire house was. I didn’t think they’d ever find someone they’d accept. Next thing I know you and Gabby are giggling on my doorstep” you shrugged “I was just myself. I never tried to win anyone over”

“That’s my point, you don’t have to try. You’re just you and people are drawn to you. Eva talks to you, Diego thinks it's so amazing that you’ll play video games with him. You won Gabby over to the point you’re her best friend and honestly? You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger” 

“Is that a good thing?” you asked and he nodded “I’m just trying to wrap my head around the fact that someone came rolling in like you” you smiled and rolled your bottom lip between your teeth “I really like you Toni, your family means a lot to me” “I really like you too” he reached his hand across the table for yours, thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. You swallowed hard, Gabby’s words about the ball being firmly in your court playing through your head yet again.

After dinner Antonio drove you back to your place and when he pulled up next to your car you turned to look at him “Do you want to come in for a few minutes?” he smiled “Sure”

You climbed out of the passenger side and walked around to meet him at the front of the suv and he slipped his arm around your waist. The two of you walked up to the door and you slipped your key in, pushing it open. He dropped his arm to let you cross over the threshold. Once you were inside you kicked your shoes off and he laughed “Getting comfy Querida?” you shrugged “Can you blame me?” he shook his head “Not at all”

You turned to face him and smiled “Toni?” he raised an eyebrow and you took a deep breath “Fuck it, are you hesitating because you don’t want to have sex with me or because you want me to make the first move?” surprise flashed through his eyes before a smirk slipped onto it “Why are you asking Storm?”

Your gaze dropped down to your hands “Because I want you, but I don’t want it to be weird if you don’t want me?” after a moment of silence you were sure you could hear your heart hitting the floor you felt him move and looked up to see he was right in front of you “All you had to say” “What?” he pulled you into his arms, lips crashing against yours “I’ve been wanting you” he whispered against your lips as his hands went down to the back of your thighs, when he used his grip to lift you into his arms you had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist and considering you were in a dress it caused a gasp to leave you when you felt the proof of how much he did want you.

“Um that door” you pointed to your bedroom and he laughed “I’ll figure it out amor” as he carried you towards it.

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Somewhere between your living room and bed, a trail of clothing had been left. It started with Antonio’s shirt and ended with his jeans and your dress crumpled at the foot of the bed. He laid you gently down onto the bed, slowly crawling up your body, lips teasing every inch of skin he could reach.

You were a squirming mess under him and he’d barely done anything. When he got to your lips you felt his fingers dip between your thighs, teasing at your dripping core. “You’re soaked cariño, that for me?” you nodded as a moan escaped you when he buried two fingers into you. He curled his fingers up to find that spot deep inside of you, your back arching off the bed as he turned his hand to let the heel of it add pressure to your clit. He broke away from your lips to kiss across your jaw then down your neck.

You could feel your orgasm building and when he nipped at your pulse point about the same time as he added just the right amount of pressure, pleasure washed over you. A low whine of his name left your lips. “Feel good?” he asked and you nodded “Feel amazing” he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them into his mouth, a low noise in the back of his throat “fuck you taste good” 

He crashed another hard kiss against your lips, tongue flicking into your mouth to let you taste yourself on him. You whined again and could feel him grin as he broke away from your lips to kiss down your jaw, he nipped at the sensitive flesh of your collarbone, causing your hands to ball into the comforter. When he got to your chest he rolled one nipple between his teeth, teasing it while he used his fingers on the other. Your breath was coming in hard pants and the only coherent word you could get out was his name. He broke away from your nipple with a wet pop and winked at you before continuing his way down your body.

When he settled his shoulders between your legs, your breathing quickened as he flicked his tongue out, teasing your clit. You could feel your eyes roll back when he plunged his tongue deep inside of you, two fingers sliding in with it. It wasn’t long and he had you practically humping his face as you chased the high of another orgasm. When that one hit you it was so damn intense from you still being sensitive you shook under him.

You finally had to push his head away “Too much” he pressed a kiss there then looked up “Are you ok?” you nodded “Get up here?” he smiled and crawled up your body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. When he got to your lips he left a lingering kiss on them that let you taste yourself on him. You reached a hand between you and when you wrapped it around his cock you whimpered “Be careful?” he grinned “I won’t hurt you”

He lined his cock up with your entrance then froze “Um Storm? I don’t have a condom on?” you laughed “IUD Toni” he nodded and stared at you for a moment “Are you sure?” “Please” he groaned “Fuck don’t beg baby. That kills me” he leaned closer to press a kiss to your lips as he pushed into you, a moan leaving you both as he stretched you around him.

He went from your lips to your neck, leaving kisses and giving you time to adjust to him. After the stretch gave way from pleasure to pain you ran your fingers down his back “You can move” he gave a tentative thrust and when your answer was to wrap your legs around his waist, fingers digging into his shoulders you could feel him smile into the flesh of your neck “Feels so good Storm” you gasped when he gave a sharp snap of his hips “Fuck like that Toni, please”

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You’d already come so many times, your body was spent. He was close, he had to be. He pulled your legs up, hooking them over his shoulders as his hips slammed into yours. You were a moaning mess under him. You could feel his thrusts start to falter, get sharper and messier. “Can I feel you, please let me feel you” you begged and he slipped a hand between you, fingers finding your clit with ease “One more from you”

When your orgasm slammed into you, you clenched down around him and drug him over the edge with you. You could feel when he found his release, hot cum spilling inside of you. A low groan of your name leaving his lips. He dropped his head over to your chest, pressing kisses to the skin.

You both laid like that until you finally said “That was amazing” he laughed lightly “Took the words out of my mouth, um can I stay tonight?” you looked up at him with an almost shy smile despite the fact that he was still inside of you “You want to stay?” he nodded “I don’t want to leave after that, let’s just shower and go to bed. I want to go to sleep with you and wake up with you after that” you felt your heart flip “Ok, I’d like that” he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips. 

You laughed “Now, we can talk about making it where I’ve been handcuffed sexually by law enforcement!” he shook his head and gently pulled out, apologizing when you made a light noise “You’re horrible” “But you really like it” you replied and he grinned “Damn right I do” 

Part 5

@agentafter

@elvenpirate51

[ofrunsfromtrauma]

Tara was someone who was used to carrying her own weight she was feisty, she’ll call you out for your shit. But when it came to feeling that guilt, if she hasn’t let Amber through her walls, the deaths, the opportunity to hurt Mindy, to hurt Chad herself would’ve passed. Tara could tell Chad was attempting to be polite and tell her to shut if unless she was going to stop apologizing to him. Her lips folded together with a glance of shame as she nodded. “ Fine.” A mutter on her lips. Tara knew no one saw those signs, she felt like an idiot. Because that night; the very attack, the person on the other line said her name, it was Amber, threated Amber and it was hidden in blind sight. 

Why Amber was jumpy when my sister came back to town, the insults she handed to Sam, and yeah Sam was far from clean, she left, she was a coward when she found out about Billy, but I also felt for her; a new identity, not knowing what felt right in your own skin. Tara forgave, we’re family, but can she hold the courage to forgive herself? Limping leg and all, her cast was colorfully designed now, as she offered a friendly smile now to the male who was only trying to be smart, and add the evidence that this wasn’t my fault. And the dots were connecting for his own benefit here. “ Now your mother is a blind fish okay, she wouldn’t know if she was wearing two left shoes.” Okay awful comment not my brightest move, but for the female it was her wanting to get her point across. His mother was a horious example for this. We’re smart, we’re teens and out lives were just uprooted, torment had followed our every move. And guilt it mattered, wondering if we hadn’t gone back to the house; the party and kept driving, or was taking my inhaler a way of luring me there. As if my death was the game. Amber was dirty, did the work to be titled a killer, as for Richie he was a classic whim. “ Sam truly knows how to pick them, not only was he in plain sight, he was a whim this is why you never count on the men..” Tara added in a joking manner, she was hoping Chad might laugh as she used her hand to slap his arm playfully. “ You know making it obvious the flirting pointing it out makes it not cute anymore, I might have to find another boy to flirt with..” A playful nod of her head’ as she laughed to herself. Chad was cute, and his game normally strong and maybe he was saving the lines were when neither of us were stuck to this hospital wing.

@ofrunsfromtrauma

[The return of Ghost Face... What the hell?! How many Ghost Face posers was this now? Eight? Ten? Fuck this Ghost Face shit. Honestly, I had lost count, at this point in time, but regardless, I was beyond tired of this bullshit. It was old and overdone. Been there, done that. Time to move the fuck on. I thought in building anger as I laid on the ground outside of Amber's house; feeling a coldness moving through my body as the blood continued to drain from my wounds. For my part, I wasn't a pussy, nor was I quitter, so I did try to move from the ground to get myself some help. Hell, for that matter, to help my sister and friends, who I assumed were still inside dealing with this psychotic fucker terrorizing all of us. Considering the asshole had stabbed me in the leg to start their attack on me, apparently hitting an artery in my leg as they did, considering the blood was pooling out of me like a fucking fountain, as we speak, I couldn't walk. Not to mention I had also been repeatedly stabbed in my side, my stomach, my arm, and God only knows where else too. My point was, the loss of blood was making it near impossible for me to move from this ground. For a hot second, I wondered if I was going to die right here, but I quickly pushed that pussy mindset to the back of my mind; refusing to give in so easily. Hell no! The fuck if I was going to die here in the grass like some wounded animal] Fuck that... [I muttered out in weak determination as I used every bit of strength I could muster up to crawl across the ground toward some ounce of civilization. Fortunately, I managed to find my phone on the ground where I had tossed it just before the first... Or maybe the second... Eh, third stabbing... Regardless, I found my phone, which was the point. I fussed with the keys enough to dial 911. The call was short, but it was enough to alert the 911 operator of the murders here at...] What the fuck is the address? [I muttered out weakly. More so to myself before managing to weakly blurt out] I don't fucking know. Turner Lane... Big house. Stop when you see the party turned blood bath. [I got out before the loss of blood got the better of me, and I dropped my phone onto the ground, before passing out. Apparently it was enough... Or maybe it wasn't and somebody else called about the live action scene from some Nightmare On Elm Street type movie, or whatever. Either way, sirens alerted me that help was on the way. I just hoped I could hang on long enough for someone to find me in this damn grass. I thought as I found my eyes closing once more...

I didn't know how much time was passing before I felt the sensation of throbbing pain moving through my body again as the EMTs packed my knife wounds, then moved me from the ground, onto a gurney, and ultimately into the back of an ambo. As I did, I caught a brief glimpse of my sister, Tara, and Sam grouped at the back of another ambulance. Relieved to know they were alive. As far as anyone else who lived or died, or for that matter, who the fucktard was playing the overly done Ghost Face part this time around, I'd just have to wait until I was conscious again to have someone fill me in on the parts and pieces I missed while I laid in the ground bleeding like some chump. I silently told myself as my eyes closed once more; lulled off to sleep as the ambo doors closed, a siren rang out around me, and I knew I was on route to the hospital]

[shinhyunjin]

i was the happiest these past two nights ♡