#i would be willing to bet that the answer to this as it is with many irkens living in a loveless-by-design society is yes

[twopoppies]

You can answer in your tags if you want. I don’t want to bring any additional nonsense to your ask box with this reflection. I think folks are struggling with this new girlfriend because - if there was a way to prove beyond a doubt that Louis was into women and this wasn’t all a charade - it would be incredibly disappointing to realize he is just like every other man out there who prefers thin, blonde, white, Botoxed women who don’t need to be decent people or bring anything else to the table because they’re “hot.” I think it creates a lot of cognitive dissonance when you have one idea of who someone is because of how they’ve presented themselves through their art, but then everything you see them doing runs completely counter to that. It’s a bit of a mind fuck really.

I think - especially in this day and age we are currently living in - regular people are sick of seeing women like her being held up as the gold standard of femininity, and given opportunities she wouldn’t have if she didn’t fit this cookie-cutter model of what women need to be - and do - in order to have worth in our world. (Maybe it’s all the Tr*mp Nazi Barbies in our faces 24/7 these days…) But I’m willing to bet there are a lot of talented women documentarians out there who will never get the same opportunities because they’re fat. Or black. Or trans. Or older. And so seeing Louis putting himself out there effectively upholding these standards and ideals by dating someone like her is really rubbing people the wrong way at the moment.

I’ve been trying to wrap my head around why there has been such a knee-jerk reaction to this situation. I think it really comes down to - “if this is really who this man wants me to believe he is, and this is really what he prefers and values, do I really want to support him?”

I don’t know. Maybe I’m not making any sense. Feel free to delete. Thanks for letting me ramble.

I mean, many of us have been saying this for a decade now. If you really believe Louis is a dad and is actually dating the women he's seen with, why tf are you his fan? And the same goes for Harry. I might forgive a lot of things the two of them do, but if I believed the official narratives about them, I would be embarrassed to be a fan.

I don't understand the choice of Zara. I admit I'm paying very little attention to the nonsense, but so far it's making very little sense.

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

Note:this post is a rewrite of a now deleted post made when the OP was very sleepy.

Silent salt's other design

Okay, so I was scrolling down CRK twitter the other day, and stumbled upon leaked eternal sugar cookie beast raid art.

Nothing special, I thought ‘cool’, and moved on with my day before I decided to come back to it and check out silent salt’s design.

Since they are coming out soon, I wanted to see how different the beast raid silhouette was from the anniversary site one.....

AND WELL TURNS OUT THEY LOOK TOTALLY DIFFERENT FROM THE BLACK/PURPLE SILHOUETTE!!!

One of the first things, you may notice is that silent salt’s souljam is on their sword, NOT THEIR CHEST as shown in their black/purple silhouette and their concept art. As you can see here.

But that’s not all, their color pallet is different from the previous design too. The most obvious being that their souljam is a different color, instead of purple, it’s light gray. At the end of the smoke coming out of their helmet, you can see it’s slightly red instead of purple. You can also see the red at the side of their helmet, underneath their arm, & sword.

Keep in mind, we don’t only see this in Eternal Sugar's beast raid art but the others as well!

While the other beasts certainly do effect salt’s color pallete, the red colors and soul placement stay consistent throughout all the beast raid art. At first, I thought this was just a concept design they left in there but after looking at all of silent salt’s previous appearances in both art and the trailer. I am convinced this is intentional.

We can see Silent Salt’s souljam is light gray and on their sword in a page from the anniversary book, shadow milk’s puppets, and even one of the beast yeast trailer. Speaking of that trailer, there is a red tint in silent salt smoke just like in the beast raid art. While I am aware this could be just the lighting,I thought it was worth pointing out.

And that’s all the appearances of this design so far……..... Okay, wow, that was a lot (more than I am used to). Anyway, I do acknowledge that this design could be just concept art, and I am looking way too much into this, however there is one too many instances of this “concept art” being used. While other beast silhouettes are different, they aren't too different from the final design. Now do I think they are gonna use this “design” instead of the one from anniversary site? No, since it’s clear that they aren't going to ditch that design based on the beast gacha art and, more recently, official artwork of the beasts going out for cake.

So what does this mean exactly? As of now, we don't have any solid answers, only theories. So since I am already locked, might as well put my own theory here on what's going on.

My theory

In this theory I shall be referring to the anniversary silhouette as Purple salt while the beast raid silhouette (and all the other instances of them I mentioned) as Red Salt.

Starting off this section, I believe Red salt is possibly the real silent salt as in the actual beast.In the beast yeast trailer, we see that precorrupt silent salt’s souljam color is light gray. While theirs and Red Salt’s soul jams colors are slightly different (mostly due to lighting),I am willing to bet that they are one and the same. Not to mention, It’s commonly theorized that Silent Salt’s souljam wasn’t originally on their chest. It used to be on their sword before it was moved onto their chest, but as we can see with Red Salt, their souljam is back on their sword.

So it would be safe to assume Red salt is Preccorrupt’s beast design....but if that’s the case how does the other one come into play ? We know eventually they did since in the ending scene Silent Salt’s souljam is purple instead of light gray.

I possibly have an explanation for this.It actually relates to one of two theories from an unreleased post theorizing why silent salt souljam looked different from their precorrupt’s.

The relevant theory to this post, being that someone else was possessing salt’s souljam. My reasoning for this being that the souljam color usually drastically changes when they get a new owner. We have seen this with dark cacao and mystic flour, golden cheese & burning spice, etc etc. That’s why salt’s case caught my eyes because their souljam color shifted from light gray to purple. While eternal sugar, shadow milk, & burning spice’s souljam colors(and shapes) do change, they aren’t a dramatic shift from their previous colors. Even in burning spice’s case, where the color went from orange to red.

The reason I didn’t post it because shadow milk’s & pure vanilla’s souljam colors were basically the same, and I thought that pretty much disproved my theory. Keep in mind, this was before the shadow milk update released...kinda wish I released that theory when I came up with it. :/ Anyway, what better time than the present, right?

Now am I saying that purple salt at some point, killed red salt and became a beast themselves? No, that’s not where I am going with this. I believe that Red Salt & Purple Salt are both sharing a soul with the now corrupt virtue of solidarity. Red Salt being the real beast while purple salt is either an alter ego or another soul possessing this body. The latter being possibly hinted at in silent salt’s plushie, having multicolor buttons.

How did this happen? I am not really sure since we haven't gotten many tidbits of lore for Silent Salt (aside from that one cutscene from the shmilk update). All we know for sure, it happened at some point during or after the virtue of solidarity’s corruption.

The best we can do is speculate, so that's what I am going to do in this final part. There is little to no evidence in bullet points. This is just me blabbing even more

Okay, so basically it’s theorized that silent salt is heavily connected to the witches in some way. So what if something relating to them that caused the creation of purple salt side. Just like with DE creation but instead of splitting, the two shared a body.

If it’s true that silent salt did in fact trapped the beasts, it would be kinda ironic. Like imagine red salt/real salt being one who caused the others to corrupt in the first place, while Purple Salt was one to put an end to their terror. To be clear, I don't think purple salt is 100% the good guy, we don't know their motives as of now. So at best, they could be a neutral.

Based on the beast raid art, I think red salt/real silent salt will come back within the story. Possibly being the one who lands the final blow to white lily.

Anyway, sorry for taking so long. This was supposed to be a simple rewrite of a previous post but ended up being a lot more than I expected. Feel free to leave your thoughts and opinions. I would love to hear them!

[irkendogma]

tak programmed her bootleg sir unit to be able to taunt enemies, stare vacantly when idle, and express unhappiness when physically harmed. her self-constructed ship has a fully functional, slightly-modified copy of her own personality and a physical design that gives it not only limbs but actual body language when acting as land transport. what's her problem? is she lonely?

[cannibalcreepers]

I feel like if Saw-Tooth didn’t have a cleft lip, he’d be a beast at pussy eating.

To be honest, if he wasn't a large selfish prick he'd do it regardless of his cleft lip, the man would find a way and if he wasn't selfish he'd definitely be a beast UwU But when he does finally decide it's high time to return the many, many favours someone gives onto him, he makes it work regardless, I'd say he's just got a fat tongue that does most of that work 😂

[szethsmom]

Games to never play with me: the “which animal could you take in a fight” thing. I have OPINIONS and you WILL NOT like them.

[rampant-testiculitis]

i think i know the answer but i wonder how im able to complain complain complain so often in such detail when i barely function at all

[naivety]

well when americans vote they are also voting for people around the world to die fast regardless of who they’re voting for, but people who talk about voting for the “lesser evil” and refuse to understand why that doesn’t sit well with some don’t recognize brown foreigners as real people so </3

yeah..... yeah. usamerica's 'lesser evil' hasn't meant shit for anybody outside the US on a good day, and it's not something any amount of voting blue will undo. it is in fact a participation in the process. people wanna act like they can vote their way to The Revolution™️ as if it's not antithetical to the very thing. myself included, consciously or subconsciously, until this last year. i'm really hoping 2024 is the year the illusion shatters, the whole of it. it feels optimistic, but i've been trying to be. what else is there at this point. we're not going to be able to do anything for the black and brown people usamerica kills and butalizes overseas as long as we pretend it isn't also happening in our own backyard. hell, our front yard, with our very participation. show me a blue vote that dismantles the prison industrial system and maybe a conversation is there. show me a blue vote that even challenges the notion, even starts a conversation. about legitimate landback, about real world reparations, about all the promises we made, legally, on paper, and even then never kept to make things right with those we've hurt systematically since the birth of the nation, let alone an acknowledgment of the white supremacy that built those systems that still stand this very day in the first place. that the birth of the nation itself necessitated violence, and so it's continued existence necessitates it. the shit's like water. whatever shape we mold around it it'll just take up by design. we have to realize the shape itself isn't worth making, it isn't innate, it takes participation. we have to let it go.

[be-xkyy]

Is it bad that I wanna have the yandere men’s babies? 🫣 Cowboys, Sugar Daddy, etc. I’m curious though how some of them would react if reader was enthused to settle down with them and start a family? 🥰

Please don’t stop the breeding/pregnancy kinks

Hi! that's a good question anon and I'll answer it right now.

Yandere reactions to a reader willing and happy to be with them and have their babies.

Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★

Masterlist

Yandere Farmer link

This grumpy man doesn't jump for joy or anything, in his mind he doesn't understand why he would be elated by the simple fact that you know your place and where you belong? You belong beneath him receiving his fat cock in your greedy pussy. End of story.

He already thinks he's old (maybe just a little...) and that he's running out of time to have a family and you accepting your place without making a fuss takes a huge weight off his shoulders, he takes you to live with him that very day and oh... you'll realize that this man has the stamina of a bull and the same softness.

As soon as you arrive he already has you bent over the kitchen table with your cheek pressed against the oak wood while his fat cock abuses your pussy, his fat balls slapping your plush ass with a dirty sound while a large hand holds you tightly by the back of the neck squeezing the little hairs deliciously.

From that day on you will have your poor pussy sore and overstimulated because he will fuck you all the time and at all hours.

He fucks you in the morning when the rooster wakes up and doesn't even crow yet but he's already buried deep in your pussy, he fucks you in the barn on a pile of hay when you go to feed the horses, he fucks you in the afternoon when he takes a break after hours in the field under the sun, he fucks you in the shower when you go to bathe to clean off the dirt from a productive day of work and he fucks you when you go to sleep with his calloused hand squeezing your throat, your eyes are rolled back as he fills your fertile pussy with his thick cum for the eleventh time that day.

That repeats itself every day so it's no surprise when just a month later you find out you're pregnant, did that soften it? No really I keep fucking you mercilessly and squeezing your throat until you see stars but you notice him rubbing your flat belly from time to time.

"The children in my family are big— when the baby grows up you may feel a little uncomfortable at first but don't worry, you will feel better during the seventh or eighth pregnancy."

Yandere Cowboy link

Well, reader actually does like yandere Cowboy (since she doesn't know what a bad person he really is) so from the start she wants to be with him and does what he asks her, she stopped taking birth control when he asked her to, she let him fuck her where he wanted and kept her legs up with a pillow underneath for half an hour so his semen wouldn't leak out because he asked her to.

Besides the fact that he knows how to take advantage of her, she's too young and naive and believes that besides her father he's the only one who loves and values ​​her, so it's normal for her to let him sneak into her room (secretly from her father obviously) to fuck like rabbits, he squeezes her in a tight mating hold that barely lets her breathe keeping her legs pressed down almost touching her ears.

He pumps his fat cock into her pussy frantically as she lets out low mewls, he uses a calloused finger to rub circles on her tiny clit that tightens around his member from the overwhelming pleasure she feels and he lets out a guttural growl as he watches her delicious tits bouncing right in front of his face, with one final thrust he cums deep inside her womb flooding it with his swimmers.

"That was so good baby doll, ugh— ha! I bet after this I'll get you pregnant with twins, and if that's not the case we'll try again and again until it works."

Yandere Dilf link

I'd be over the moon, really. He already believes you're his wife, he's believed it since he first saw you holding his son (very delirious) and for you to accept that fact so happily and willingly to be his, to have his babies, would only increase his already enormous delusions.

You won't be going to college anymore, of course not. You'll stay home to take care of his son and prepare everything for when he comes back from work, as a reward he'll make love to you every night without exception, he'll fuck you fervently with one of his hands covering your mouth, muffling your high-pitched moans while his cock drills your swollen pussy mercilessly.

He'll kiss your tits and neck before licking the salt off your skin as he tells you how much he wants to fill you with his babies, that you'll be the prettiest mother ever, all fat and round with one baby in your belly while you hold the other on your hip, he keeps repeating those things over and over again until he finally reaches the limit by cumming deep inside your swollen pussy just like it should be.

"Darling— let's do it again, what if once isn't enough...? Come on spread your legs."

Yandere Sugar Daddy link

Honestly this man is arrogant as fuck when he sees how happy and willing you are to be his and have his brats, he'll end up gloating while pinching your cheek telling you how proud he is that you came to your senses and are his good little girl.

Obviously he'll take you to live with him in his mansion a big one so his future children can have fun running around all over the place, you'll drop out of your law career after all now you have him and his kids soon so why study? He'll fuck you anywhere, he'll fuck you on his private jet forcing you to ride him while the embarrassed stewardesses serve champagne without making eye contact, he'll fuck you on all fours in front of the fireplace filling you with his cum over and over again scolding you playfully when his cum comes out of your pussy staining his 50 thousand dollar carpet he sticks two fingers in your pussy plugging you.

He doesn’t stop fucking you when he finds out you’re pregnant, he doesn’t stop fucking you when you’re 7 months along and your stomach is all big and swollen, he lays you down on the bed making you ride him you bounce up and down as best you can while his hands rub your ass before moving up to your belly heavy with his child, his child, just the thought of him doing this to you turns him on so much, he ends up cumming inside you every time, without fail.

“Fuck— I wish I could put another one of my babies inside you right now, see you even more swollen with my children. Shit— move again.”

[littlepeach-world]

 Which Boyfriend Calls Back First?

Pairing: Frontman/Hwang In-Ho x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your friends test your boyfriends' responsiveness with a playful TikTok challenge, and naturally, your devoted boyfriend In-ho is the first to call back.

Warnings: Fluff, Cute!inho, Clingy!Inho, Protective!Inho.

Word count: 1k

You and your four friends—Yuri, May, Chaein, and Hayoung—gather around the dining table, each of you armed with your smartphones. The room buzzes with a mix of excitement and nervous laughter as you all prepare to join the latest TikTok trend: determining which of your boyfriends will respond the fastest to a missed call.

"Okay, ladies, are we ready?" Yuri asks, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Ready!" everyone chimes in unison.

You steal a glance at your friends, feeling the collective anticipation building up. "Alright, on the count of three: one, two, three!" you call out.

You all dial your respective partners simultaneously and then quickly hang up, creating what’s known as a "flash" call. The five of you place your phones back on the table, the screens facing up, and exchange amused and curious glances, eager to see which boyfriend will react first.

May leans back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smirk. "I bet Mark will call me back first. He's always so quick to respond."

Chaein laughs, shaking her head. "Oh please, Sunoo is definitely the fastest. Just wait and see."

You feel a familiar flutter of excitement as you look at your phone, fully confident in In-ho’s attentiveness. "Well, let’s just see about that," you say, grinning.

"Honestly, In-ho will probably call back first because he's so obsessed with Y/N. I mean, I'm surprised he even let her come out tonight," Yuri jokes with a knowing smile. 

It was no exaggeration; you and In-ho were practically inseparable. He despised being apart from you and would become upset if you were away for even a few hours. Heading out tonight to spend time with your friends had been an uphill battle, as he did everything he could to persuade you to stay with him instead. His unwavering devotion and the way he always wanted to be near you were endearing, adding a touch of romance to your relationship that made your bond even stronger.

Within moments, your phone lights up and starts ringing. The screen displays In-ho's name, and your heart does a little flip. You catch the surprised looks from your friends and can't help but laugh.

"Damn, In-ho’s fast!" Hayoung exclaims, genuinely impressed.

You pick up your phone, feeling a surge of warmth. "Hello?" you answer, trying to suppress a giggle.

"Is everything okay?" In-ho’s voice comes through, filled with concern.

"Everything's fine, love. It was just a little game we were playing," you say, your voice softening.

In-ho is renowned for his authoritative role and his emotionally guarded demeanor, but in moments like these, the depth of his love for you becomes undeniably clear. Despite the demands of his position as the Front Man, where he commands control and garners respect from everyone around him, you are the exception to his rigid exterior. Even amidst his busy schedule, he always ensures to carve out time for you, willing to drop anything at a moment's notice just to be by your side.

The room fills with light-hearted groans and chuckles as your friends mock-complain about losing the lighthearted competition. "Looks like Y/N's the winner," Yuri concedes with a playful pout.

You walk into another room, still on the phone with your love. In-ho's concern is palpable, yet there's a gentle humor in his voice as he says, "I could hear those groans and laughs—sounds lively over there."

"It's definitely lively," you reply, a soft laugh escaping. "We're just caught up in a silly game right now. But everything's all good, nothing to worry about."

There’s a brief pause, and you can imagine him thoughtfully staring into the distance, just as he often does.

"Are you having fun?" he asks, his tone lightening.

You smile, "Yeah, it's a lot of fun. We're all really into these goofy challenges."

"Good," In-ho replies, a warm undertone in his voice. "Do you need me to pick up anything from the store before you come back home?"

You think for a moment and then smile. "Actually, could you grab some snacks for later? You know, our usuals."

"Consider it done," he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Anything else?"

"No, that should be it. Thanks, love," you say, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. "Just get yourself home safely."

"I will," he promises. "I miss you."

Your heart swells at his simple admission. "I miss you too," you reply softly. "I'll see you soon."

As you hang up, your thoughts wander to the unique dynamic of your relationship with In-ho. You know that most people would probably find having a clingy, overprotective boyfriend suffocating or annoying. They might complain about the constant check-ins or the way he always wants to know you're safe. But for you, it's different. His attentiveness and concern are like a warm blanket on a cold night—they wrap you in a sense of comfort and security that you've come to cherish deeply.

You love how every call, every message from him is a small reminder that you are loved and valued. In a world that often feels chaotic and unpredictable, his protective nature provides a reassuring constant. In-ho has a way of making you feel like you are the most important person in his world, and it's a feeling you wouldn't trade for anything.

Your mind drifts back to a conversation you had with him not long ago. He had confessed that he had never been this way with anyone before. "I've never felt the need to be so protective," he had admitted, his voice soft but sincere. "But with you, I just want to make sure you're always okay."

His words had struck a chord deep within you. Knowing that his behavior wasn't a default setting but something unique to your relationship made you appreciate it even more. It was as if you had unlocked a part of him that had remained hidden until you came into his life.

Rejoining your friends, you can't help but smile, the warmth of In-ho's recent call lingering like a tender embrace. The noise and laughter around you feel a bit more vibrant, the evening a bit more enjoyable, all because of the love and devotion you know is waiting for you at home.

[skullsfiction]

better streamer | max verstappen

pairing; max verstappen x streamer!reader

summary; after getting completely demolished on stream by user; fartsnifer max makes it his life purpose to win a game against her. to bad he never does and they fall in love instead.

— fartsnifer has posted new photos!

liked by, charlesleclerc, and 57,924 others!

fartsnifer: very nice stream tonight! thank you so much to all those who joined 🫶🫶 and thank you to all of my new followers! welcome, you are now all official fartsnifers 🔥

view comments below!

user1: i love your content but i will not be identified as a fartsnifer.

user2: i too did not want to identify as a fartsnifer. i am now proud to be one 😕

user3: being a fartsnifer is a PRIVILEGE. be proud

user4: i’m sorry but i can’t take you guys seriously while you’re calling yourself fartsnifers 😭😭

user5: this is the girl who embarrassed the f1 grid in cod?!?

user6: this is her!!!

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1, @/landonorris, @/georgerussell63, @/oscarpiastri @/logansargent, @/alex_albon, @/danielricciardo

user7: bro tagged the whole family 💀

user8: LMAO CHARLES???

user9: how did he find her so quick 😭

user10: basically all of f1twt is talking about her 😭😭

maxverstappen1: @/fartsnifer check dms.

user11: MAX WHATTT

user12: willing to bet he’s asking her for a rematch

user13: that’s so ominous “check dms.” LIKE DAMN OKAY

user14: max just accept that she is better than you. it’s okay.

georgerussell63: well well well, if it isn’t fartsnifer herself.

fartsnifer: well well well, if it isn’t the guy who scream like a girl

georgerussell63: um actually, that was @/landonorris, NOT me.

landonorris: why are you lying?

user15: y/n replying to george and not max is killing me 😭

maxverstappen1: check dms.

user16: this is embarrassing max, one comment was enough

user17: i think he wants y/n to check her dms?

oscarpiastri: good game tonight! 👊

fartsnifer: thanks piastri!

user18: thank you oscar for showing y/n that f1 drivers do in fact have decorum 🧍

logansargent: don’t fraternize with the enemy Oscar.

maxverstappen1: check dms please.

user19: oh max…

user20: it just got even more embarrassing

user21: the way y/n is very clearly ignoring him is SO FUCKING FUNNY

user22: i love your content pls don’t die

danielricciardo: please answer Max’s messages.

user23: daniel did max make you do this???

danielricciardo: yes.

maxverstappen1: check dms.

user24: OMG MAX WE GET ITTTT

user24: y/n please answer his dms this is getting sad to watch

— y/n l/n and max verstappen have shared a collaborated post!

liked by maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc, landonorris, and 392,839 others!

fartsnifer: join my stream tonight to watch me humiliate this 3x wdc!! 👊👊

view comments below!

user25: omg she actually answered his messages 😭

maxverstappen1: that is not the photo we agreed on.

fartsnifer: but this one was so much funnier!!

user26: oh i WILL be tuning in

user27: this is going to be the funniest thing ever

user28: strangers to lovers…

user29: OH BROTHERRR

landonorris: best buddy’s with the enemy now mate?

maxverstappen1: i must win.

user30: i love that photo of max

user30: the ways he’s just 🧍

charles_leclerc: woohoo!! go y/n 👏👏

georgerussell63: fake.

landonorris: she is the enemy charles!

logansargent: after she humiliated us on stream? i can’t believe this.

maxverstappen1: you sick traitor. after everything we’ve been through?

charles_leclerc: i like her videos guys 😕

user31: charles leclerc a official fartsnifer confirmed!!

user32: i was planning to sleep early today….but this seems more important

user33: oh but if i said enemies to friends to lovers…

user34: i would say you’re delusional!! 😝😝

— y/n has posted new photos!

liked by maxverstappen1, oscarpiastri, and 583,826 others!

fartsnifer: life feels good when you don’t have to pay for your own dinners 🤤 @/maxverstappen1

view comments below!

user35: hasn’t it already been over a month 🤨

user36: i think they played again and if y/n won max had to pay her dinners for ANOTHER month

user37: they just want an excuse to keep in touch 😒😒

user36: oh most definitely LMAOOO

maxverstappen1: when did i get you sushi?

fartsnifer: like three days ago remember????

maxverstappen1: ah yes! i remember now

user37: max is literally traveling the world racing and still finds time to order y/n dinner online EVERY SINGLE DAY.

user38: he wants her so bad and you can’t convince me otherwise 😐

landonorris: can you play today?

fartsnifer: don’t you have quali today???!?!

landonorris: i mean after 😒

fartsnifer: yeah just tell me when

maxverstappen1: can i join?

user39: omg max no

user40: oh i just got the worst second hand embarrassment jesus christ

user41: that was the saddest sentence ever written

fartsnifer: ofc you can maximilian!!

charles_leclerc: you shouldn’t try this delicious italian restaurant! i’ll send max the address!!

fartsnifer: thank you charles 🫶🫶

maxverstappen1; don’t thank him 🙄 I’m the one buying it.

user42: don’t be jealous max…

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fartsniferupdates: queen fartsnifer herself was seen at the f1 austrian race today!! i think we ALL know who she was there for… 😉😉

view comments below!

user43: she flew to austria for a MAN ?? 🤨

user44: to be fairrrrr that man is MAX VERSTAPPEN so…

user45: they are so dating!! they literally left together and looked so happy

user46: i fucking knew it

user47: okay enemy’s to lovers…get it ig

user48: maybe y/n can let max win at COD now that they’re a…thing?

user49: y/n looks so good

user50: IKR!!! her hair is chefs kiss

liked by, landonorris, charles_leclerc, fartsnifer, and 763,825 others!

maxverstappen1: finally payed for her dinner in person 💪

view comments below!

user51: oh HE posted her?? yeah he’s in love

user52: he ruined his entire feed aesthetic to post a picture of her 🥹🥹🥹

fartsnifer: i don’t like that picture🧍delete please!

maxverstappen1: karma!

maxverstappen1: and you look cute 🙄

user53: OH!!!

user54: yeah they are definitely dating

landonorris: finally!! God you were getting to annoying with your “she’s so pretty.” “and she’s good at games.” “do you think if we started dating she’d let me win.”

maxverstappen1: delete this.

fartsnifer: too late!! i’ve seen it. no max just because we’re dating doesn’t mean i will let you win

maxverstappen1: 😕

user55: OMG SHE JUST CONFIRMED IT?? THEY ARE ACTUALLY DATING?? HOLY SHIT

user56: girl he literally flew her out to watch him race. ofc they were dating 😭😭

user33: I FUCKING KNEW IT!! FUCK YOU ALL WHO SAID I WAS DELUSIONAL!! WHAT NOW HUH??? YOU SEE THIS?? I WAS RIGHT!! AHAHAHAH

charles_leclerc: ❤️❤️

charles_leclerc: that was for y/n, not max.

maxverstappen1: geez thanks mate!

fartsnifer: love you charles ‼️‼️

user57: LMAOOO

user58: the way charles became a full on fartsnifer fan is so crazy

user59: he literally talks about her all the time too 😭😭 when he was asked what he’s been watching recently he answered “i’ve been watching a streamer named fartsnifer! she’s funny.” he’s so proud about it

georgerussell63: you are all traitors!! after what she did to us that fateful day? i can’t believe this!

fartsnifer: you literally invited me for drinks tomorrow?? 🧍

georgerussell63: SHHHH 🤫🤫

user60: max is dating someone who gos by the name fartsnifer….yeah i didn’t see this coming

. . .

notes: thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed :))

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

A/N: this is a kofi request, about a naga that gives you a massage to help with your chronic pain… and that leads to spicy things~

You let out a sigh as you rubbed your sore body, unsatisfied with your doctor’s current diagnosis… or well, lack of one.

It had been a long time since you last brought up your chronic pain, no one ever listened to you before so why keep asking for help when nothing seemed to change? You had found ways to… somewhat manage, so was it really all that bad?

Well, that’s what you thought before yet another doctor dismissed your pain and sent you home with a smile and tip to take ibuprofen before bed.

“Ibuprofen? Does she seriously think I haven’t tried that already?” you murmured to yourself, wincing as you laid on your side. “All that money for an appointment, just to come home empty handed.”

You didn’t react when your phone buzzed on your nightstand, it was late and you didn’t feel like answering anyone’s messages after the day you had.

In the morning when you had some caffeine and could think clearly, you read the message you had been sent the night before.

“Hey, I know you’ve been having some pretty bad flare ups lately. I went to this masseuse and I’ve never felt better! Here’s the address, he said he’s free tomorrow, you should go after work!”

You let out an annoyed huff. Although you loved your friend, you disliked when people recommended random treatments to you.

As if you haven’t visited a masseuse before! Every chiropractor in the area knew your name!

“Well… guess it can’t hurt. I’ve got nothing to do tonight anyways.”

After another work day full of pain and a double dose of anxiety, you put the address into your phone. Luckily, it was close enough to your house that you could justify going home to change out of your work clothes first.

“First impressions are important after all…” you muttered to yourself, brushing off your skirt.

The address led you to a small cottage. It looked more cozy than professional, which you didn’t mind. After all, you wanted to be comfortable and had been through this song and dance so many times you didn’t care anymore.

“Hello!”

You jumped, turning to see a naga slithering up the driveway. It wasn’t often a human like you encountered a magical being, the last time you came face to face with one was in kindergarten when one of your classmates was a troll.

“O-oh, hello. Are you..?”

He smiled, flashing his fangs. “The masseuse? Yes! You must be (Name), your friend said you’d be here early.”

While you walked in, you didn’t notice the way his eyes wandered downwards, taking note of how nice you looked in that skirt.

You did the usual, undressing and laying down on the premade cot before calling him back into the room. For some reason, even though you had been through this multiple times, you almost felt… shy.

“Alright, where are you feeling the most pain?”

You pointed out your sore spots, wincing as his hands went to work. After a few minutes, he frowned and pulled back a bit. “And this isn’t helping, is it?”

“No… it seems nothing really seems to work. Thanks for-“

He stopped you from getting up, helping you relax back into the cot before his hands moved down your body. “I see your friend didn’t mention what I specialize in.”

You saw his fangs again, the way the light glinted off of them making you wince.

“You see, my venom can act as a muscle relaxer. It’s more potent and effective than anything you’ve ever tried, I bet.”

Before you would have hesitated, but you were so tired of the pain and were willing to try anything. “That… sounds nice.”

The naga hovered over you, sniffing your neck before giving it a lick. He was quite handsome, and it had been so long since a man had been this close with you. It felt intimate…

His neck sunk into your neck, and he stayed on top of you as the venom kicked in. He worked his hands into your muscles, humming softly as you let out satisfied moans and sighs.

“Mmm…”

His hands wandered, stopping right at your hips. You were plump, the towel barely covering your fat ass and pretty pussy. Although he tried his best to stay professional, he could feel his cocks beginning to peek through his slit.

“Feeling good?” he asked. You noticed his voice had a slight huskiness to it, and you decided to take your chance.

“Yeah… what about you?”

You couldn’t move much, but the slight shift of your hips into his was enough to have him hissing through his teeth. His cocks settled on your ass as he continued to massage you.

“Mmm… me too. In fact, I can make sure we feel even better… together.”

By the time you got home, your pain and sexual tension was fully relieved, and you already had your next appointment scheduled.

The naga was almost more excited for it than you were.

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[smutoperator]

Barbie Doll

Kim Jiwon (Liz) x Male Reader

Tags: armpit play, bed-breaking sex, (lots of) blowjob, casting couch, facefucking, facial, good smell, magazine cover, neck play, passionate sex, (lots of) sniffing, tall blonde and gorgeous

Word count: 4542

Seoul, South Korea, January 7th, 2025

You are an editor for a fashion magazine who went to watch Ive at the Golden Disk Awards. You initially intended to follow Wonyoung, as they were eager to get a photoshoot with Korea's It Girl. As Ive started performing, you did what they asked you to.

However, as the performance progressed, a tall, blonde, and gorgeous Barbie-esque girl quickly caught your attention as well.

"I have to get her too," you said to yourself. Wonyoung is amazing, but your heart now wanted Liz. She truly looked like a human Barbie doll, so you rushed backstage to talk to her.

"Let me introduce myself, I work for a magazine brand and we are interested in getting you for the cover, but we have to conduct some tests before you get the contract, do you want this?" you asked Liz. "Sure," the blonde answered. "Then meet me there tomorrow," you said, giving her your house's address.

Liz knew this could be her big breakout, so she arrived at your spacious house the next day in an angelic white dress. "Good morning," she greeted you. "Better now that you arrived," you answered and she smiled to you. Her looks were truly striking. The blonde hair, her long legs, her tall stature, her cute smile, everything made her look like a Barbie doll.

"Sit here," you told Liz, directing her to the couch. You were meeting a pair of people from the brand who were giving you suggestions about outfits. However, you didn't seem interested in it, declining their suggestions one after another. Your eyes were all on Liz and more time wasted with them meant less time to look at your Barbie doll.

Liz watched on the couch as you told them the meeting was over. "My apologies, those meetings are really stressful, The fashion business can be a fruitless grind sometimes, but I'm glad you're here, you ask something but people a lot of times do the opposite of what you say," you said.

"I'll do anything you ask," Liz replied. "But first you have to give me a chance," she continued. You decided to toughen things up with her and gave her a test. "I knew you wouldn't show up this early if you didn't have an ulterior motive," you said. "Well, it was you who decided to scout me and invited me to your house," she answered.

"Liz, you're beautiful, but our brand wants something extra from you, they want…," you started to say. "Sex appeal?" she asked, interrupting you. "Exactly," you answered her. "They also want the popular thing many times, the safest route, if it depended just on the higher-ups, they would have signed Wonyoung and be done with it, it's the easy route, she's got a huge brand, everybody knows her appeal," you said. "But Liz, I know you've got some great potential and want to sign you as well, you're tall, the perfect Barbie doll with that blonde hair, but they want you to prove yourself," you continued.

"Yes, my friend is amazing, I can't deny it, but I want to secure this opportunity for myself," Liz said. "I'm willing to bet on your potential, Lizzie, but you have to show me why you're so special and alluring, show me what you have," you told her.

Liz knew she had to grab that opportunity like her life depended on it. And she took grabbing it quite literally, as she reached her hands to touch your covered erection. "Does this make me special?" Liz asked, noticing your cock was very hard for her already.

"You're almost there," you told Liz, who took the steps to get there as she started unzipping your pants, unveiling your throbbing cock and softly touching it. Liz dove her head onto your shaft while you caressed her back, her bending over providing you the perfect opportunity to check her white panties just like her dress.

"Now we're getting closer, if you keep moving like that I can grant you a magazine cover," you said as her mouth was very soft sucking your cock. Liz just nodded positively, keeping her focus on pleasing your shaft. "You're truly not leaving any doubts about your sex appeal," you continued, caressing her again.

"You're so good at sucking cock, fuck yeah" you praise Liz's blowjob skills as she sucks it very slowly, making sure to stimulate every inch of that throbbing shaft, just admiring as she moves her head up and down it and already puts you on the edge. You give her ass a little spank. "You're so good at following instructions, today, you're gonna do exactly what I want you to do, barbie doll," you say to her.

"Keep sucking it, your mouth is so warm," you tell Liz as she remains super focused. You test her a bit further, moving your hips up to softly pound her face. "You like when I fuck your face like that?" you ask her. "Hmm," she answers, muffled by your cock in her mouth.

"God, that's perfect, I feel like such a lucky guy, let me kiss you," you tell Liz as she pulls her face out of your cock and lets your lips touch hers. "Look how good your cock tastes on my lips," she says.

"Show me your body, stand up," you tell Liz as she takes her dress off, leaving herself wearing just her bra and panties. "Turn around," you tell her, admiring her sexy back as well, grabbing her ass and kissing her butt, before giving it a couple of spankings.

"On your knees," you tell Liz as she goes back to suck your cock, impressing you with a no-hands blowjob. "Keep sucking like that, you're amazing," you tell her. Liz truly gives you an amazing blowjob, her warm mouth wrapping all over your cock. You tease her, popping your cock in and out of it, before grabbing her head and fucking her face. Liz looks upwards but takes it like a champion. "That's amazing," you say to her.

Liz grabs your shaft and continues to suck it off like her life depended on it. She truly wants that opportunity for herself, making sure to suck the soul out of that cock. "You have such a great mouth, I can see a big future for you, I made a great choice," you say, enjoying the sounds of your cock popping out of her mouth and pounding her face as Liz tightens her mouth. "Perfect, so beautiful," you say.

"You are not going to regret giving me a chance," Liz says, smiling at you as she keeps giving you a sexy blowjob, now adding rapid strokes to match your thrusts in her face. You groan as the young vixen works her mouth around your shaft perfectly, nearly making you bust already, but you manage to save yourself by asking her the perfect question.

"You want more?" you ask Liz. "Yes," she emphatically answers. "Then come here, let's go to my bedroom," you say as you grab Liz's arm and guide her. Liz rises to the occasion, kissing you passionately while taking your clothes off, your cock pointing right between her long legs. She grabs your shaft and strokes it while you passionately kiss her, rubbing the tip of your cock against her soft skin while you reach under her panties.

You remove Liz's bra and start sniffing her body from top to bottom. You pay lots of attention to her armpits, amazing at how good they smell. You slowly move down her body, sniffing her tits and then her tummy, amazed at the incredible scent of her body the more you worship it.

You kiss Liz's belly button, which she enjoys. "You seem to like my tummy," she says. "I fell in love the moment I saw it on yesterday's show," you say to her. You then finally pull her panties down, unveiling her cute pink pussy. "Oh my God, you're beautiful," you say, amazed as you look at her Barbie-esque body.

You can't contain your instincts, quickly diving to worship Liz's cute pussy, diving between her legs and licking her folds. "Ahhhhhh," she softly moans as your tongue is already all over her soft vaginal lips, putting her long legs over her head as she invites you to eat her out.

Liz rolls her eyes as she enjoys your tongue all over her folds. "Ohhhh yeah," she says as you blow some air in her pussy and sniff her entrance, before moving sideways to lick her clit. "Ahhhh, yes" she moans again as you stay concentrated on pleasing her pussy, making her legs shake a little.

You climb towards Liz, kissing her and feeding your cock for her to suck as she lies on your bed with her ass up. "Oh my God, you're so good," you say as Liz takes your cock in her mouth in a very obedient manner while you look at her pale ass and long legs. "Such a hungry kitty," you tell her as she sticks her tongue out, noticing her hair is arranged like cat ears are popping out of it.

You keep fucking Liz's face as she gets your shaft wet for her pussy. "God I love your cock," she says after it pops out and she licks your tip. "Keep sucking it and you'll get the cover," you tell her, motivating Liz as she increases the pace, bobbing her head on your cock without using her hands.

"I'll do anything you ask," Liz says, fully submitting herself to your will as you continue to pound her face. "Oh my God your mouth is so beautiful," you say as you can't stop getting addicted to it. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," you groan as you keep fucking Liz's face.

As you finish the blowjob session, you get on your knees and worship's Liz tall body. "So beautiful," you say as you kiss her while your hands touch her bare and fully shaved pussy.

Liz teases you as she rubs your cock towards her entrance. "You're fantastic," you praise her. "I'm so glad I chose you," you continue. Liz then pushes you against the bed and gets back to suck your cock, deepthroating it harder than ever and running her mouth all over your shaft and tip, showing how hungry she is for that gig. "You're so perfect, my sexy Barbie girl," you tell her as she continues to worship your dick.

"Now I want you to fuck me," Liz says. "You get what it takes to be a cover star in our magazine, giving everything I want," you tell her, kissing Liz. "Come here, sit on my cock," you instruct her.

"Ahhhhh," Liz softly moans as she slowly descends your cock, taking it all the way deep in her pussy. She opens her long legs and takes a slow ride, getting herself accustomed to the sheer size of it inside her walls. "God that feels so good," she says as the sunlight hits her beautiful face while you push your cock up to hit the depths of her pussy.

You let Liz take her time with your cock, as the bounces on it with very long strides. "Oh my God your cock feels so good inside of me," she says, moving a little faster as she gets more and more familiar with it. Watching her softly moan as she rides your dick is a thing of beauty, as the only noises coming from that room now are your groans, her moans, and the creaking in the bed.

Liz moves faster and faster, the creaking sounds in your bed getting louder and louder as she does it. You run your hands over her waist, which makes her pick up the pace. "Yes, yes, yes, bounce on that dick," you command to her. Before hitting her with a surprise test.

Liz reacts well as she opens her legs for you to thrust hard up her pussy, as you can no longer resist the urge to pound her tight pink hole to the fullest. She stood her ground perfectly as your balls smash against her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, holy shit" she moans, her little tits bouncing as you pump her pussy at full speed.

"OH MY GOD," Liz closes her eyes and moans without letting her voice crack, her mouth opening to the fullest as she lets her feelings be known while your cock heats her pussy with fast thrusts. You pump her so fast now she almost falls on your body, but she quickly keeps her balance and just lets you turn her into a perfect cocksleeve as she is vying for that coveted magazine cover.

"Wow, you passed with flying colors," you tell Liz as she enjoys her victory, grinding herself against your shaft and then bouncing on it with a perfect rhythm. "Good lord, you're so good at everything, sucking my cock and now riding on it," you tell her as you get impressed by Liz's riding skills, especially knowing she just turned 20, yet takes on your cock in a way many girls older than she can't.

"Let's see if you can take this," you say to Liz as you hammer her pussy at maximum speed. She moans beautifully as your cock hits her cervix repeatedly, but once again survives the barrage of thrusts you give her pussy with ease. "YEAH," she screams as she pushes you to the limit, her tits bouncing like crazy as you can't stop using her pussy. "So good, so good, so good," you say to her.

Liz brings you to exhaustion as you start panting. "Wow, you young girls have so much energy, maybe I'm getting too old for this," you tell her. "Wait until I cum in your cock, can you do that to me?" Liz asks. You bring your top game to make her cum and quickly deliver the results. "I'M CUMMING," Liz moans as your cock hits her pussy nonstop, the bed creaking more than ever as she creams your cock full of juices.

Liz climbs out of your cock as she thanks you for her orgasm with torrid kisses and soft strokes. She slowly runs your hand over your cock while you run yours over her tits. "Suck my cock," you whisper in her ear as Liz follows your instructions perfectly, slowly moving her mouth from top to bottom of your shaft. "I love tasting me on you," she says.

"I can see why, your scent is so amazing," you praise her once again for her good smell. "You look so beautiful sucking my cock, oh yes," you say in between groans as you admire the way Liz worships it until a full deepthroat.

"Sit back on my cock," you tell Liz as flips sides, this time ready to ride on your cock while facing you forward. Passionately kissing you, Liz softly mounts on your cock, letting you grab her ass and kiss her cute tits as she moves very patiently up and down your shaft.

"Oh yeah, fuck me," Liz begs as you start pushing your cock back up her pussy. "God your cock is so amazing," she says as you fuck her. Liz tilts her body and looks behind to watch you pump her pussy, moaning louder and louder as the speed of your thrusts increases. "YES," she screams as you spank her cute ass and move faster and faster, closing her eyes as her pussy keeps getting stuffed full of cock.

You tease Liz a bit, spreading her ass and slowing down as you push your cock in and out of her pussy multiple times, before resuming the pounding. "OHHHH YEAH, FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD," she screams as she gets drilled harder and harder, you testing her to the maximum once again, but Liz can resist. You put a thumb in her asshole and keep thrusting nonstop. "YEAH, YEAH, MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER THAT COCK," she begs, handling your hard thrusts like a champion as her cheeks get clapped and you suck her bouncy little tits.

Liz cums all over your cock and kisses you tenderly as she loves the way you use her pussy. "God, this is such a good fuck, I've never been pounded like that," she says. You pause a bit and admire her cute sexy body, letting Liz kiss you while you give slow pumps to her pussy.

You put Liz on all fours and worship both her fuckholes, circling her clit while you eat her ass, running your hands all over her legs while you eat her out. "Give me more," Liz begs, moving her body in your direction and sliding her pussy right back into your cock.

"That's amazing," you say as Liz's tight pussy clenches its walls all over your cock. "Bend it forward," you tell her, grabbing Liz's waist and putting her in the perfect position for a doggy pounding. But you are rather kind to her, letting her move her hips up and down your shaft, loving her smile while she does so. "I don't think I can have enough of you," she says.

You fuck Liz's pussy very nicely, grabbing her cute butt as your cock pushes in and out of her pussy. "Yes, keep going, that's so good," she moans as you tease her. "I want you to fuck me all day long," Liz begs. You hear those words and go feral, pushing hard in her pussy and making her little tits jiggle as you clap her cheeks. "AHHHHH, OHHHHH, FUCKKKK, YEAHHHH," is all she can scream, turned into a cocksleeve once again as she creams all over your cock.

You reach to finger Liz's wet pussy as you fuck it hard. "OHHHHH YEAHHHH," she moans, completely overwhelmed by your fast-paced thrusts. You are so addicted you don't know how to stop, bringing Liz's body in your direction as you run your hands all over it while pounding her from behind. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," you groan as you pound her harder than ever. "AHHHHHH," she screams, you wrapping your hands around Liz's belly as your cock bulges under it.

Liz smiles as she cums again while you sniff her neck. "I love your smell, it's so amazing," you tell her. "Thank you," she kindly answers as you get on top of her and sniff her back, before putting your cock inside her in a prone bone position.

"OHHHH, OHHHH, OHHHH," Liz moans hard as you plow her pussy hard and deep, watching as she rolls her eyes and her cute ass absorbs the shocks of your hard thrusts. "AH, FUCK, FUCK FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD" she screams, closing her eyes as her pussy gets turned into your fleshlight, closing hard around your cock. "You're so beautiful and sexy stuffed full of my dick, that's why you're gonna get the cover," you tell her.

You keep pounding Liz from behind as the noises from the bed moving get louder and louder, you are ready to break it as long as you get to keep fucking her pussy. You get very out of breath, using all your might to fuck Liz's pussy until you get exhausted. "Such a sexy girl," you tell her before resuming fucking in a classic bed-breaking manner.

You passionately kiss Liz as you stay with your cock buried deep in her pussy, giving her shoulders a little biting before bringing her sideways bring her sideways, wrapping your hands around her chest, and fucking her a slowly few times before flipping her around and putting her body on top of yours. "YESSS, FUCKKKK," she moans as you position your hands right on her soft tits and run them over her tall body, kissing her neck and sniffing it while you finger her pink pussy and give it some taps that make her moan. "HMMMMMM," she screams as you start pushing her body against your cock, before pounding her in a pearly gates position. "OH MY GOD," Liz moans hard as you turn her into a fucktoy, just hitting her pussy time after time while you pinch her tits and play with her neck.

"HAHAHAHA," Liz laughs as you keep fucking her, clapping her whole body against your crotch and wrapping your hands all over it. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she screams as you pause to play with her pussy, both of you loving it and laughing a lot. Liz's long legs twist hard as you can't keep your hands off her clit. "AHHHHHH," she screams.

You put Liz back laying in bed as you massage her beautiful pussy, ready to make her squirt. She closes her eyes and prepares herself for a blissful orgasm as your hands attack her pink cunt. "UH FUCKKKK," Liz screams as she cums, you rapidly muffling her moans with kisses.

Liz gets on the edge of the bed, offering you her creamy pussy for you to savor, feeling in heaven as your mouth kisses her folds and you breathe some air into her vagina. You grab her ass and worship her perfect pussy, kissing and eating it out for a few minutes.

Liz's body gets flipped once again as you share kisses with her and get her back on top of the bed, attacking the erogenous zones of her neck with more kisses and licks, making her get sent to the moon. You slowly position your cock back in a missionary position as she wraps her long legs between your head, you bringing the pillow for her to rest her head as you get ready for another round. "I love the way you fuck me," she says.

"So good," you softly say as you give slow pumps into her pussy. "God your pussy feels so amazing," you tell her as Liz is in heaven now, taking a big cock up her tight holes that make her cum endlessly while getting passionately praised and used like that.

You pick up the speed once again, watching Liz close her eyes as you attack her pussy one more time. You love the moans coming out of her mouth, pushing you to go harder and harder. "Oh my God, you're the best," Liz tells you in between her mess of moans. "OHHHH YES, YES, YES, GIVE ME THAT COCK," she screams as you once again push her to the limit, and yourself as well. "AHHHHHHH," Liz screams, her holes very sensible after half an hour of fucking, but you only keep pushing. "AH, AH, AH, AH, AH," she screams, her cute tits bouncing as you grab them and gave them a little spank.

You get fully on top of Liz, penetrating her at a straight angle while you choke her. "FUCK, YEAH," she screams, almost losing her voice at this point as you can't stop drilling her pussy. You put her upside down, sniffing her good-smelling fuckhole as she keeps moaning, pinching her tits as you spread her legs, before going back to plowing that young yummy pussy. "Oh my fucking god, that pussy is so good," you say as you put Liz at your total submission, kissing her as her pussy keeps getting plowed harder and harder.

You touch every inch of Liz's body as you fuck her. You kiss her neck, you lick her beautiful armpits, you take pleasure in watching her moan like a slut as you freely use her tall, slim body for your pleasure, sending Liz to the stratosphere with strong thrusts in her pussy that make loud sounds when your hips clash against hers. You then go back to sniff and lick her beautiful armpits once more. "God damn it, you smell so good," you tell Liz, who laughs and love the way you praise her, as you now slowly move around her entire arm, licking up to her elbow, paying special attention to her armpits and ending sucking her tits before you give her more kisses and fuck her pussy very slowly while she hugs you;

After 40 minutes of passionate hot fucking, you're completely exhausted. But you have a little more to give to Liz, as you put her sideways and slide your cock in a spooning position inside her. You can tell Liz is very drained to as she is completely out of breath. You play with her pussy a little before you resume penetrating her, but this time going back to your typical high intensity. "OH GOD, YEAH," she moans. You get to her side and press her tits and caress her belly. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, DON'T STOP," she begs.

Indeed, you don't want to stop, attacking Liz's pussy as if it was your first time fucking it. Her little tits jiggle more than ever while your hands are all over her clit, fingering it at full speed and matching the pace of your thrusts. "OH FUCK YES," Liz screams, barely able to breathe at this point. You give her a little break, before attacking her pussy hard once again, your balls hitting hard on her clit and your cock reaching deep into her cervix. "You're so beautiful, so perfect, my Barbie doll," you tell her, never stop pounding Liz for a single second. "AHHHHHHH," she screams hard as you look her in the eye, both of you using every last drop of energy you have left for this intense fucking.

"FUCK YES," Liz screams as her walls tighten hard against your cock. If it depended just on you, you would have blasted your load right in her pink pussy, but you quickly remember this is still a professional casting couch, pulling out just in time and delivering a massive blast of cum in Liz's face that she loves it, kissing the tip of your cock and cleaning it afterward. "So good, covering my Barbie doll and next magazine cover girl with my load, so nice," you say, feeding your cock for Liz to suck one final time, enjoying slowly putting it in and out of her mouth until someone opens the door and interrupts you.

It was Wonyoung.

"I see she followed my instructions perfectly," Wonyoung says as she spots Liz's face full of cum with your cock in her mouth, before grabbing your cock and licking it herself. "Hmm, she tastes so good in it," she says.

"No wonder she is so good, she learned from one of the best," you praise her friend. "Are you gonna give her a magazine cover?" Wonyoung asks you. "That and much more," you tell her.

"See, Jiwon, that's how you get magazine covers, you gotta suck some big fat cock and let them cum all over your beautiful face," Wonyoung tells her. "You thought I got them because I was popular? No, that's how I get them," she continues.

"Thanks for teaching me," Liz tells her best friend. "I can see he really enjoyed you, how about we come here tomorrow and land another photoshoot after we have a threesome with him?" Wonyoung asks.

"That sounds like a great idea," Liz answers.

And no one thinks it's a great idea more than you do. You certainly won't complain about adding another Barbie doll to your collection.

[eureka-its-zico]

Residuals Pt.2

Ongoing Series

Synopsis: You and Robby spent seven long years together until the day it ended. You’ve done your best to create space; to become invisible. You can’t miss what you don’t see. Unfortunately, the universe (Gloria and the Board of Directors) seemed to have missed the memo.

Pairing: Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch x Reader

Genre: Established previous relationship, slight age gap (by about 15 years give or take), a little bit of tension mixed in with a little bit of hate yearning, cause she’s a saucy angsty fic ok

Warnings: Language, sexual themes (it's the patient)

A/N: So, this chapter is much beefier than the last. To anyone new here and my writing - I'm a long-winded bitch, so I apologize in advance 🤣. This chapter also uses slight dialogue from the show. There is a scene in this I took from my time working in the ER during the 2020/2021 pandemic. 100% this actually happened. It was traumatizing lol. Thank you, guys, so much for taking such an interest in this fic! For showing so much love and loving on this show along with me (and Dr. Robby lol) because it's fantastic and deserves all the fics and all the love! I truly am grateful and hope that you enjoy this chapter. Much Love, Jenn 🖤

Shout out to @viridian-dagger for looking this over for me. Thank you for putting up with me lol. I Love you. Also, thanks to @strangergraphics for the cute little divider.

Word count: 7524

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7:00 AM - 8:00 AM

You’d been staring at the screen for what accumulated into an eternity in the ED. The longer you kept staring, kept from just choosing one of the damn patients on the board, the bigger the risk grew that Dana would notice.

Or worse - Robby. 

If Dana took notice of you willfully choosing to stare off into premeditated space, you were willing to bet your firstborn she’d reprimand you first and tell Robby second. She'd shoo you away from her desk with a fervor usually saved for psych patients, as if you had cooties. With your current calculations on how this morning started, either option would be unpleasant. 

Whether any of you liked it or not, you were here, and that meant one glaringly - neon sign bright - reality. Robby was going to be your fucking boss for the next twenty-four hours. And not in a kinky way. At least, not the way either of you used to enjoy.  

From the moment the briefing ended, the disdain at your presence made it painfully clear that you were not welcome. Everyone dispersed in true manic speed to meet the batshit energy that constantly swirled inside the Pitt. It was the place that kept on giving even when you politely asked to be put in time out - because damn you needed just a moment to get your shit together. But the ER was in its own solar system, and it required everyone who walked inside to be ready for whatever was thrown their way. You didn’t get a say - weren’t allowed to say no or ‘hard pass’, on cases that came flowing in and what dictated an emergency. You were either ready or you weren’t. You either made it or you cracked.

There wasn’t any damn structure here. Just spontaneity with a dash of madness but, in that madness, greatness could be born. Adamson always said you never knew what kind of doctor you were - the depths of your compassion - until it was tested in the blood, sweat, and fire of the Pitt. 

You’d been tried, tested, and by the end knew exactly what kind of doctor you were. What kind of doctor you strived to be - like Adamson. Just like Robby. But it’d been two very long years since you’d been able to call this madhouse home. The ease of set-timed patients with a patient history readily at your fingertips had spoiled you. Every question that needed to be asked without actually asking was answered and waiting just for you to see. Pre-existing conditions or possible new ones with known side effects were readily available for you to view.

So, yeah, you were panicky - terrified - about heading out onto the floor with a thousand unknowns. It wasn’t helping that Perlah and Princess hadn’t greeted you with more than a sneer and an eye roll that’d impress your fifteen-year-old niece. Robby and his flock of med students bounded off to make rounds that lasted less than three minutes before rapids began flowing through the ambulance bay. With any luck, you’d have one solid minute to look over the board, dissect what room held the most viable case to close, and head there. 

Just jump right back in and pray you didn’t fall flat on your face. 

The numbing sensation that resonated earlier in your chest returned with a vengeance. It didn’t start gradually, but collided against your nerves; exploding like a colony of ants that bit and tore leaving behind flashes of panic. You tried to lead the sensation out through your hands with a subtle shake. If you allowed the anxiety to fester itself it would no doubt become housed to you the entire shift.

You were better than this. You interned in the Pitt. You chose to stay after you’d obtained a full-time position. Two years away from this damn madhouse shouldn’t have affected you this strongly but that wasn’t accounting for outside stimuli…

But looking up at the large TV monitor, new names being added to the FirstNet system with brightly colored labels, it made you want to scream. It made you feel hopeless.

Fuck. You were better than this. 

The background erupted with shouts from an incoming trauma. Two severe traumas from the sound of rushing feet and Robby’s directions. You didn’t hear most of what the paramedics relayed to Robby and the med students. You did, however, catch the word degloving as they rolled into trauma rooms one and two. You did not envy the med students.

You gave your hands one last shake as your eyes combed over the patient list one more time. You’d found a possible ingestion of a foreign object by a child in triage room eleven. Simple. Easy. You were already going over possible orders to give. An x-ray was to get a better picture if the obstruction was heading downward or if an endoscopy would be necessary for removal. What signs to look for as you assessed the child while making sure they were still alert and swallowing normally. You thought of how to introduce yourself when a familiar voice thrust you back into the present. 

“Forget how to read a patient board, Fullerton?”

Dana’s words were pure ice. The years of friendship and playful jokes appeared to be burned to a pile of ash. You didn’t need to look at her to know she wasn’t regarding you with a friendlier expression than Perlah had moments before. 

“No,” you sighed, your eyes finally dragged from the screen to her. “Just taking in the options.”

“This isn’t a buffet, in case you forgot. I know it runs easier and less dirty for you guys upstairs, but down here time is a precious commodity.”

“I am well aware of how simple consultations can turn serious, Dana.”

“Oh, you do,” she gasped in mock surprise. She’d removed her glasses from her nose and held them against her chest. “I guess that means you should stop wasting time and do your job. Don’t want your Press Ganey scores droppin’.”

“Not that I don’t love the pep talk, Dana. I’m just curious, are you going to be riding my ass this hard the whole shift?”

The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it. The ears of every available RN and technician who sat around Dana’s nursing station no doubt heard. The verbal back and forth so early in the morning was beginning to give you whiplash.

“I don’t know, sunshine is there a reason you think I shouldn’t? You know,” she began, her body involuntarily inching closer. Her shoulder leaned in closer so her barbed words could sink deep enough to wound. “What a surprise to learn that this whole time - the entire fucking two years you were gone - you’d simply been up-fucking-stairs.”

It was in those last few words you saw it. It was so quick you might’ve missed it if you weren’t dialed in. No matter what Dana, or anyone else, said to you today, it would never compare to the carnage you’d left behind with your silence. The pain of seeing the hurt you’d left behind, sharp and unforgiving, was like a lancet; slicing through the tough hide you’d prepared for the day. 

“Dana -” 

Shit, you did not need your voice to crack. You did not need to crack. 

Unluckily for you, she wasn’t in the mood to hear from you. A hand rushed up to brush off whatever weak attempt at placating her she knew you would try and send her way.

“I don’t want to hear it, kid. Months I was worried sick about you. Just to find out you chose to forget we even existed down here. A literal ghost walking back into our lives right when we’ve just about healed. You’re a real asshole, Fullerton.”

She lifted the glasses back to rest on the bridge of her nose. The coolness of her stare reminded you - if her final words didn’t - that you weren’t a welcome sight in the Pitt. Your presence threw off what little harmony they coveted, the family dynamics, and you knew she would fight to preserve it - to protect Robby -  and everyone else in the process.

Your tongue pressed against the side of your cheek. A weak balm to cool the warring wave of emotions that rapidly replaced the anxiety that moments ago threatened to shatter you into embarrassing little pieces. Now you only felt like shattering for an entirely different reason. 

Dana tore her gaze away from you and answered an incoming phone call. Whatever emotions she contended with were conveniently pushed down because she had a job to do. So did you. You found yourself wanting to say to hell with today; with Gloria and all her standards. You hadn’t agreed to be fucking public enemy number one. 

It didn’t matter how anyone else saw you. What mattered right now was the glaringly obvious pain you’d caused to someone who was the Pitt’s raining surrogate mother. Who’d checked in on you, and brought extra food from home because she miraculously knew you’d forgotten yours. A friend that invited you to her family’s Christmas Eve dinner your first year as an intern because you didn’t have family to celebrate with. The woman who’d held you when you’d lost your first patient and scolded you about smoking cigarettes even though she smoked herself. 

You wanted to be stubborn. To wait for her to get off that damn phone so you could try and explain, but really what could you say? It wasn’t just Robby you left. You’d chosen to abandon ship with all of them aboard a sinking ship. They never even knew they needed life jackets in the first place. 

The cool stare of the nursing staff made your back itch. You needed to get away and get back to why you were here. What you were damn good at doing. Clearing your throat, you made your way around the nurses' station. The stride of your steps was suspiciously close to turning into a jog. Although, you’d never admit that out loud.  The sooner you could get to the patient's room the more normal this day would be.

“Holy shit, Fullerton? Is that you?”

The chipper tone and the laughter behind it had warning bells going off in your head in a matter of minutes. You only knew one surgeon who took glee in other people’s discomfort. 

Yolanda Garcia, the resident pain in the ass at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, beamed at you like the cat who was dangerously close to eating a new canary. You had a not-so-sneaking suspicion you were the canary in this scenario. 

“I don’t know, Garcia does it look like me? It’s too early for you to be hallucinating.”

“Does Robby know you’re here?”

Oh, she had to be eating this up. The sheer mayhem she knew this would cause - psychologically speaking - must have been making her toes curl. She was beaming, practically euphoric from the very thought.  Her feet were no doubt burning to run and tell him as if he didn’t already know. 

You tried to sidestep around her obnoxiously grinning form only for her to shadow your movement. 

“It’s great to see you haven’t lost that dream of auditioning for the Wicked Witch of the East, Yolanda.”

“Robby is going to flip when he hears about this.”

“Great. Why don’t you run along now and tell him,” you quipped while patting her arm. “I have patients to attend to.” 

“I bet you do.”

This time when you moved to sidestep her, Garcia didn’t make any move to follow. No doubt too busy riding her broom to be the harbinger of doom all over again for one specific unfortunate soul. 

“Are you aware that Fullerton is here? Just walking around the Pitt attending to patients?”

It shouldn’t have come as a shock that once Garcia saw you, she’d use you in any capacity to rile him up. Hell, Robby was willing to bet the minute she’d noticed you - whether walking or inside a patient room - Garcia would’ve encroached on your space. The two of you historically had one of the worst feuds Adamson said he’d seen between interns in years. It didn’t surprise him that even after you’d both secured your jobs within the hospital it never ended.

What did surprise him was how breezily she asked her questions. She hadn’t even taken five steps into trauma one before she fired each one off in his direction. His hands crossed his body to grip his shoulders. He needed something to steady himself and each finger that dug into the meat of his biceps was all he needed to help keep him centered. Keep his head in this room with this patient and not somewhere else.

“Yes, Dr. Garcia I am well aware she is here.”

He watched the exchange between Collins and Garcia and nodded his approval at Collin’s when she stood her ground and called for a popliteal block instead of morphine. 

“Where’s the next guy?”

“Next door. He’s a bit worse.”

This was something he could do. Something his mind could piece together and work around. Robby knew medicine. Saving lives wasn’t the hardest part of his day - it was having to try and make sense of his own that held that prize.

Garcia was in the middle of giving one last instruction of what she wanted before she fully followed him into the room. Dr. Mohan and a med student, Santos, were in the process of intubating Mr. Wallace. 

“How do you feel about that?”

Robby had been so laser-focused watching them place the tube that he hadn’t heard Dr. Garcia the first time. So, of course, she asked again. 

“Feel about what?”

He was under the impression they were focused on the patient. He should've known better when it came to Garcia. She was relentless until she got what she wanted.

“Come on, Robby, let’s not be coy. You expect me to believe you don’t have big feelings about her being down here? You guys were engaged - ”

A split second. That was all it took for him to become glaringly aware of the room. Of all the people in it, they no longer were singularly focused on the patient but split down the middle. While Garcia effortlessly watched over the med students and their progress, she equally watched him for any sign of a reaction. 

He needed to put an end to her question before she overshared information that first-day interns had no business knowing. Robby found himself itching under the watchful gazes of staff. Princess in particular he caught glancing up from where she was handing over instruments. 

“I don’t see how that information pertains to anything dealing with our patients, Dr. Garcia. How about we stay focused on the task at hand.”

Robby saw the smirk on her face. A dog with a bone. That’s what Garcia was going to be like all fucking day because she was just eating this up. 

He put himself back in motion - being the watchful attendee as Dr. Mohan successfully placed the intubation tube. 

“I’m in!”

“Good! Well done.”

Robby could do this. He could be a doctor. He could be the attendee overseeing and teaching others. He could do this. He could do this. He listened closely as Dr. King checked for the patient’s medical history - there was none. He listened to Yolanda give off medication to administer before shipping Mr. Wallace up to CT for a scan. Once Robby was sure everything was moving smoothly, he moved around the foot of the patient’s bed to stand next to Princess. 

“Do me a favor,” he asked gently, “Swap out with Jessie for me, would you?”

Their degloving patient screamed in a language no one knew but - Robby was hoping - Princess would know. He was following behind her when a familiar - and unwelcome voice - called out behind him. 

“Dr. Robinavitch. Do you have a moment?”

No. He would never have another fucking moment for Gloria. She effectively used up every last moment he had left to spare when she dragged you down here. Robby was barely holding on to what small pieces of sanity he had left. He didn’t need any more shit to deal with before 7:30 am. 

“Ugh, I’m a little busy right now, Gloria. One sec.”

He meant no fucking seconds but he still had to play nice, right. Robby was never good at playing politics. Adamson told him countless times it was the unseen added responsibility of an attending. The constant hounding from the administration staff and CEOs demanding doctors and nurses carried more than just keeping people alive. 

Gloria followed him through the rooms and stood at the side. Her presence was a constant reminder to him that she wasn’t going to leave empty-handed. 

Robby did all he could to monitor the med students’ and his residents as they made their assessments. When Princess notified him she couldn’t figure out the language, Robby took it as a small win to allow him to grab language services, giving him a few seconds to breathe. 

It was short-lived. 

By the time the officer walked in, Gloria had her fill of being on the back burner. She wouldn’t be ignored any longer and they both knew Robby was no longer needed. His residents’ had both patients stabilized and were finishing up preparing them to begin proper treatments. It left him the odd man out. It left him having to take a walk with Gloria. 

The walking and talking was about metrics - Press Ganey scores. The endless bitching about low numbers that couldn’t be fixed without proper staffing was affecting patient satisfaction. It was easy for Gloria to pin the poor numbers on Robby, Abbot, and the entire Pitt staff. Easier to claim they just weren’t already busting their ass hard enough instead of admitting they were short-staffed in every department. That their metrics and data issues of force-fed shitty scores could be solved simply by hiring more nurses - paying better wages. 

But everything Robby ever said - tried to tell Gloria until his vision reddened - fell on uncaring ears. 

After everything he tried to tell her again all she latched onto was when he used the word “Pitt” instead of the official term of an emergency department. Derogatory. That was what she called it. Incompatible with institutional images.

Robby wanted to scream. 

“You know what's incompatible with the institution's image? Me speaking to the media about people who code in our waiting rooms and people who get shitty care in our hallways waiting for an ICU bed for days.” 

“I’ve heard about doctors who tried that and found themselves out of work.” 

The thinly veiled threat wasn’t lost on him. The next words he would’ve liked to have said to Gloria in response, he was forced to cover up under a mirthless laugh. 

“I know today is difficult for you - “

Fuuuck no. No. He was not doing this, especially not with Gloria. No matter what was said after this, Robby could feel the cusp of a storm riding at the frayed edges of his psyche. Knew it was there with each passing millisecond as he waited for it to implode. 

“Everyday is difficult down here,” he bit in. 

“Boarding is a nationwide problem. Your predecessor, Adamson, sure as hell knew that. Or wasn’t that something he taught you?”

And there it fucking was. His eyes snapped shut as he tried to rain in the tidal wave that roared in his ears. The cautionary warnings of a catastrophe brewing beneath the surface only grew louder. 

It wasn’t even fucking 7:30 yet. 

“Fuuuuck. Wow. Really?”

“Yes. Really.”

Gloria would never back down. She was as strong and determined as anyone Robby ever met. Under different circumstances, he would’ve found her impressive, but this wasn’t any other circumstance than her riding his ass like she usually did. 

Robby shook his head again to try and clear the black dots from his vision. It was just a brief shake. His eyes skimmed across each full bed that held a waiting patient. The universe must have perfect timing with fucking with him today. In that brief look, Robby watched you appear from behind a patient curtain. A reassuring smile on your face as you spoke one final time to the family of three inside before you closed it shut behind you. 

You weren’t aware he’d seen you - that he was watching. It was a split second but live wires only needed one second to find a conduit to create sparks that burned down everything around it. He shook his head to try and clear it. His gaze landing back on Gloria with a new bone to pick. 

“Don’t you think you should’ve cleared it with me before you brought Dr. Fullerton down?”

Before his sentence finished, Robby could tell by Gloria’s response she found his question idiotic. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was unaware the board needed to clear every decision with you first, Dr. Robby. Also, weren’t you just complaining about the lack of staffing?”

“I was saying to hire more nurses - not to bring down a doctor from a whole other floor.”

“A doctor who has been with this hospital for close to a decade, trained by Adamson, and you, might I add. Look, I get it. You two have…history. Which is one of the main reasons we frown upon fraternization.”

“Please, spare me the HR talk, Gloria.”

“You need to put your big boy pants on, Dr. Robby. Fullerton is staying down here whether you like it or not. Don’t like it, can’t manage the crisis or who the hospital chooses to staff down in the ER, you can either step up or step aside.”

Gloria didn’t give him a chance to respond. She gave him one last condescending look, one Robby hoped he mirrored back to her, before turning on her heels and walking away. His eyes followed her for a few seconds, debating if he wanted to chase after her. Just hand over his badge and call it quits because the feeling of defeat weighed so damn heavy on his shoulders that he thought there might be a chance he’d never get back up. 

Instead, he turned to look at the nursing station where Dana was casually walking. He knew she heard the entire conversation. He just didn’t want to have to repeat what just occurred or discuss it in the slightest. 

He stuck his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and was ready to return into the fray because he could handle that. He could help patients. He could be the doctor they needed. Before he even moved a step Dana motioned for him to come towards the desk. 

The little devil on his shoulder warned him that he might end up regretting it. 

“You know, Robby, I’ve been thinking - “

“Why do I feel like this isn’t going to go well,” he sighed. 

Dana simply waved him off before she continued. 

“You aren’t being very realistic on the whole, ‘stay in the triage only’ demand. You want her to just waste her skills by only helping out in the front?”

“She won’t be wasting them,” he huffed. 

His hands reached out to grip the edge of the counter. He didn’t want to have this conversation. He did not want to have this conver -

“I think you’re just hoping that’s where she stays so you don’t have to see her.”

“One can dream, Dana.”

Robby did not trust - nor like - the coy look he received in response to his words. 

“Who am I to get in the way of a man’s dream?” She replied, her eyes examining him in a way he hated. No one could hide anything from Dana.  “Although, if I know you -“

“Dana -“ he warned. 

“ - I would be willing to bet -“

“Dana, I’m being serious -“

“ - that you want to see her.”

“Now why would I want that?”

“You’ve been scanning the halls every few seconds since we’ve been talking, Robby. I don’t think you’re admiring the wonderful view of bodily fluids and stale piss scent.”

“Alright I’ve had enough of your idea of what I’m assuming is a half-assed pep talk.”

“Just…be honest with yourself, Robby. You both got a lot of unresolved tension with a dash of a shit ton of issues. Probably be better to hash it out when you can, and in private, instead of exploding in front of interns or patients.”

Robby wanted to question if she was willing to do the same. Would Dana be able to have you come to the desk for patient transfer information, for updates, calls; and for everything and not be as affected as he was? Robby remembered he wasn’t the only one who’d lost you - felt lost without you. 

Robby wasn’t ready to confront you. Hell, he wasn’t ready to be alone with you and try to talk like civil adults. He wasn’t there yet and maybe he wouldn’t be. What he could be was an attending physician. He was great at that. 

He could do that.  Everything else would just have to wait. 

Upon further examination of the little penny swallower in 7 North, he showed no signs of abnormal drooling or trouble swallowing. Palpitating the stomach didn’t have any response of abdominal pain or tenderness. With a few more questions about possible fever or trouble breathing, you felt confident in informing the family an x-ray would be needed just to verify the penny was making safe travels down to be…expelled. Easier and less invasive to exit that way. 

You told them once you were notified the x-ray results were ready, you’d come to speak to them about the next steps. Hopefully, it meant they could be discharged in an hour or less. Which meant you had an hour to kill between waiting for the results. After reading the chief complaint on the board for 12 South, you thought it was a solid contender for a quickie. 

As it turned out, it was the worst idea you’d had that morning. 

When you pulled back the curtain and began the examination, what you’d found waiting for you under the dressing gown wasn’t on your bingo card. Actually, it should never be on anyone’s bingo card. Not ever. 

You’d tried to come up with any other option than needing to consult Robby. He didn’t want to see you throughout the day - ever. It was a sentiment you equally shared with him and one you happily would’ve avoided except…you need the advice. 

You need to present the case and get some solid, solid advice and, quite possibly, traumatize him in the process. You couldn’t be the only one subjected to seeing what you saw at freaking 7:37 in the morning. The only issue: you had no fucking clue where he was. 

In true Pitt fashion, doctors were bouncing from one room to another. Already you’d heard McKay call earlier about needing a crash cart. When you’d run out to assist, Mateo, a newer RN you’d yet to meet let you know they had it - if you were needed they’d call. 

You also knew that after 7:30, rigs would be bringing in elderly patients from the nursing homes. Another thing that would keep Robby busy and make it near impossible for you to try and consult with him. It was already going to be a battle just to keep him from turning and bolting in the other direction when he saw you. 

This limbo of time left you a few minutes to run to the break room and take a blissful sip of your more than likely room-temperature coffee. It didn’t matter: caffeine was caffeine and you would take it any way you could get it. You just had to make one last pit stop before you disappeared. 

You circled the nurses' station and found the exact nurse you were looking for sitting at one of the station’s computers. You had to hand it to Perlah, whether she saw you coming or sensed your presence like a disturbance in the force, she refused to glance up from the screen. Her eyes scan over something repeatedly as her fingers pound into the keyboard. 

“Perlah, have you seen Robby?”

She still wasn’t looking up.

“Nope,” she replied, popping her P heavily. 

“If you do see him, can you let him know I’m looking for him?”

“Nope.”

Your lips tucked into a grimace as your gaze peered over the edge of the computer. Perlah’s eyes didn’t lift once. 

“Okay. Great talk.”

“Mhmm.”

Yeah, today was off to a really fantastic start. 

There wasn’t any point hanging around the nurses' station for longer than was embarrassingly needed. You took the loss in stride, and by stride, it meant with a heavy sigh of defeat that had your feet dragging that defeatist attitude into the breakroom. Where you found one of Robby’s newest med students sitting at the break room’s table. 

If you felt defeated, you weren’t sure what the proper word for her would be. She looked like a reprimanded child instead of a doctor. Her small frame was tucked in tight, like a fetal position with her forehead almost completely collapsing onto the table. 

You weren’t able to catch any of their names earlier because you all but missed morning rounds. All you knew was she was one of Robby’s four interns and by far the youngest from the looks of it. 

You eyed her warily as you moved towards the side counter. You’d stashed your coffee on top of the microwave and, once in hand, immediately brought it to your lips for a long pull. 

Yep. It tasted as good as you thought it would. 

The girl brightened once she realized you’d entered. Her nerves had her eyes darting down and back up again seemingly unable, or just not comfortable enough, to keep them trained on you. 

“You’re one of Robby’s new med students today, right?” A timid smile rose and fell on her lips. You watched while she tried to make out if you were friend or foe. In an attempt to prove the former, you offered up a warm smile as you introduced yourself. 

“Victoria Javadi - MS3.”

“It’s a pleasure, Dr. Javadi. May I ask what you’re doing in the breakroom instead of out in the Pitt?”

Your question was meant to be that: a simple question. No ulterior motives were waiting in the wings especially not the lecture Adamson gave you your first year when he caught you napping in here. But your simple question extinguished what little bit of life had lit up in the young girls’ eyes. 

“I - I - my foot hit a gurney during Dr. Collin’s and Dr. Langdon’s demonstration on the degloving patient. It was nothing.” 

It wasn’t nothing. Whatever happened was everything to her and not in the best of ways. 

“That’s okay. It happens,” you shrugged. “I stuck myself with a needle once.”

“Really?” She asked, her voice timid and eyes unbelieving. 

“Oh, yeah. My second year of residency too. The patient became combative while I was trying to administer the medication. The needle got jammed in my clavicle.” 

You couldn’t believe it - it earned you a laugh. A nervous one, but it was still a laugh. You watched her as she brightened and dimmed; a constant flux of warring thoughts that you weren’t sure which side was winning. 

“Whatever happens out there, don't let it get you down. We never stop learning as human beings or as doctors. Everyone out there has made a mistake in some capacity. Hell,” you snorted as you pushed off from the kitchenette’s counter, “Michael got hit with a bedpan once.”

“Michael?”

God, you’d gotten too familiar. Your memory of that day makes you have a Freudian slip into the days you called him more by his first name instead of his nickname. 

“Oh, uhm, Dr. Robby. I’m going to head out but if you want, once you’re done here, you can come find me. I’d be more than happy to teach you.”

“Thank you, but I’m sure Dr. Robby is just having me take a break. It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.” 

You were tempted to tell her to come find you anyway, just in case. In case it didn’t go how she thought when she did finally check back in with Robby. Whether she verbally agreed to the offer or not, you hoped she knew it was still there. This was a teaching hospital after all. 

Dana and Robby were walking back to the nurses' station. He’d just gotten one major surprise of finding out Javadi was Eileen Shamsi’s daughter and while he was all for surprises, that was one he'd like to have been prepared for. 

Just like Dana had warned him, via Perlah, that you were looking for him he saw you standing there waiting. For him. He’d had all of five seconds to come to terms with the fact you were both about to have your first direct conversation in over two years. After two long years of no contact, it was about work. 

He should’ve been happy it was just about work and not all the other bullshit that’d accumulated over those two years. He should’ve been fucking thrilled, but he wasn’t. Robby had so many questions - so many things he wanted to say. There was so much to say - to ask - and instead here he was preparing to discuss something easy. 

Robby and Dana split up at the middle entrance. She returned to man her station in the center of this circus, while he came up to stand beside you leaning against the nurses' station. Your fingers tapped on the counter while your chin rested in your other hand. 

“Something’s got you deep in thought.”

Robby knew the answer - knew it because outside of himself, outside of Jake, you were the only other person he knew inside out. Your fidgeting fingers, a tick he knew well, would tap out a Morse Code of a problem you were trying to solve. The faster the tapping, the closer Robby knew you were coming closer to asking for his opinion. You’d done this all the years you’d worked together and at home when you couldn’t decide if oregano was an okay substitution for Italian seasoning. 

“Cock rings.”

“Excuse me?”

Robby could feel his eyebrows skyrocketing towards the ceiling. He rocked forward and back on his feet while the fists he’d buried inside his hoodie pushed against the fabric. His body subconsciously leaned towards you because, well hell, he couldn’t believe those two words just left your mouth. 

He hated that his eyes caught the slight uptick in the corner of your mouth. The same corner where all your sarcastic ass smirks originated before they blackmailed their way to full-blown smiles. What Robby hated the most was how that small bit of familiarity took a sledgehammer to the carefully constructed walls he’d built. Fucking hated how his lips betrayed him by beginning to match the playfulness in your eyes. Loathed entirely how his heart did somersaults like he was a teenager again and the girl he’d crushed on just looked at him like he hung the stars. 

“Cock rings.” You said it like it wasn’t the lewdest thing he’d heard all day. Simple. Matter-of-fact. “What do you know about them?”

This was fucking absurd, was all he could think. 

“Uhm, why exactly is this your question?” 

“Jesus, Robby, I’m not asking if you’ve used them. My patient in 12 South - was brought in by his mother for supposed swelling and pain in the inguinal region. Upon examination, found he attached sixteen key rings as makeshift cock rings along the length of his penis.”

His brain was still in the process of trying to comprehend the scenario you’d just fed him. That was his excuse for his eloquent reply, “You’re fucking kidding me.” 

“I sincerely, with my full chest, wish I was. He’s traumatized. Mom’s traumatized. Shit, I’m traumatized, but I can’t figure out a safe alternative to removing the rings without causing damage.”

“What are you two discussing?” 

Dana seemed to arrive at the best and worst possible moment because Robby didn’t know how to answer that question. Apparently, you had no problem informing her it was - 

“Cock rings.”

Robby wondered if Dana’s stunned-to-silence expression was how he’d looked earlier.

“Well, shit, Fullerton this is the wrong department for that - “

“It’s my patient in 12 South. He decided to MacGyver himself some cock rings out of key rings.”

“What about MacGyver?” 

Langdon slid a tablet back on the charging station - gaze laser focused between you and him. One of Langdon’s brows rose in silent question that Robby could only answer with a shrug. 

“I’m sorry but who is MacGyver?” Dr. King asked, eyes shifting with expectation between the four of them for whoever would give up the answer. 

“MacGyver’s an old 80’s TV show where the detective guy gets himself out of sticky situations by using random stuff.”

“Random stuff?”

“Anything eye level,” you quipped. 

“Okay, anyways, Fullerton,” Langdon butted in, “What’s with your MacGyver patient.”

“Cock rings.”

Robby swore if he heard the words “cock” and “ring” come out of your mouth one more time he was going to fucking combust.

“Cock…rings?”

From how green Mel looked after stuttering out those words, Robby was sure he wasn’t alone in his earlier sentiment. 

“They say it’s meant to enhance stimulation by restricting blood flow to the penis. I’m pretty sure men buy them because it enlarges the penis making it thicker with the possibility they’ll last longer in bed. You can currently pick one up on Amazon.”

“Jesus,” Dana mumbled. 

“Really?” 

Mel took a giant step closer to the edge of the desk. Her earlier discomfort was removed by the idea of garnering new information. The warning signs were blaring loudly when you whipped your phone from your scrub's back pocket. 

“Oh, yeah and they come in different styles of materials - “  

“Oookay.” Robby heard more than enough. If he was being honest with himself, fuck he hated how it bothered him hearing you talk so casually about sex toys. Toys he knew, for a fact, the two of you never used because he never needed the extra help. He knew every inch of your skin; how you liked to be handled and touched. Could recall with crystal clarity the plains of your body, mapped out to memory by his hands, by his mouth, and the way your breath would hitch just before a moan slid past your lips. If any asshole was touching you now - he wasn’t fucking doing it right. Clearing his throat - and his fucking head because Jesus H. Christ - he rested his forearms on the counter as he leaned closer to you. “Can we please move past showing my med students unnecessary sex toys?” 

Robby was leaned down enough that the next time you looked at him it was direct. Direct and ready to challenge him every step of the way. A spark of some hidden remark you were burying back under your tongue brightened his favorite color of iris. 

“Squeamish, Michael?”

And there it was again. That fucking smirk. 

The use of his name falling so casually from your lips was a gut punch that stole the air from his lungs. He couldn’t stop the pinch of his eyes that narrowed in on you. 

Did you just lean closer?

“Not particularly, no. I am, however, making sure we aren’t having an unnecessary conversation that doesn’t pertain to the care and wellbeing of our patients.”

“Sex education is fundamental education. Dr. King asked a question and I was teaching. This form of teaching does pertain to my specific patient who used a similar style of material usually made for this particular toy and, because of lack of education, thought key rings would be a supplementary alternative rather than a safer one. In showing Dr. King the types of materials safely used, and how obtainable and discrete it is to get one, she could educate someone else if she finds herself in a similar situation. Also, it’s 2025, Dr. Robby - we don’t kink shame here. We educate on safe sex practices.”

“Here, here!”

Robby shot a look in Dana’s direction and caught the wisp of a smile before she turned away. 

“What a great speech just to cover up your kinks, Fullerton.”

Robby couldn’t tell if Langdon was trying to bait you on purpose just to rile you up or to get you to slip up. He got neither in return. 

“You found me out, Frank.”

“Alright, enough.” He needed to cut in before you both went back and forth in an endless loop of who could irritate who the most. It was just a little over half an hour into the shift. “Dr. Fullerton, is there anything else?”

“Ugh, yeah. You still haven’t given me your opinion.”

“Because you never asked a specific question,” he reminded you. 

He watched you consider his words; your lips rising into that small pucker. It was your tell that always let him know the debating was over and you were ready to listen to what he had to say. 

A part of him hated the familiarity that rested between the two of you. Fuck, you hadn’t changed. Not in any way Robby was able to notice. It was barbaric; and painfully unfair that every mannerism and every glance housed years’ worth of memories. The most painful part of being reminded was the remembrance of loss. 

Loving you had been as easy as breathing for him. Until it wasn’t. 

The communication the two of you held so easily for years was torn apart during the pandemic. There was too much happening and not enough support mentally when the PTSD started. When the sleeplessness and hopeless feeling began to press a weight down on his chest - his existential crisis bloomed red and bright. Robby didn’t know how to stop the bleeding. 

And then you…you’d…

“You’re right, I didn’t.” Your words cut through the fog in his mind, bringing him roaring back to the surface. “If you have a few moments, I would like to get your opinion on my patient and what you think will be best for this particular…situation.”

Robby pushed his arms off the counter. An arm swept out in the direction of the hallway south to indicate you could lead. 

“Alright. Let’s see what you got.”

You clapped your hands together before you took a step forward. You hadn’t expected him to agree and the giddiness at winning a battle - or not having to fight one? - intoxicated him. A ghost of a smile tilting the edges of his lips unwillingly up. 

The two of you’d made it about five feet before Myrna rolled herself from beside her latest haunt. 

“Hey Sugar Tits, where are you skipping off to?”

“Myrna, I’ve expressly told you, my name is Dr. Robby.”

“I’m not talking to you, Fruitcake.” 

“It’s me,” you whisper to him before returning your attention to Myrna. Never stopping. Always moving. “I can’t talk now, Myrna. I have a patient.”

“You always say you have a patient,” came her gruff reply.

It was the first hint her chipper demeanor was about to expire. 

“Yes, because this is the ER; where I work.”

“Fuck you.”

“Nice talking to you again too, Myrna.”

The walk to 12 South wasn’t quick enough. Every step and moment he spent walking beside you sent a flood of memories rushing to the surface. Robby didn’t know how to do this. He didn’t know how to pretend you hadn’t shared a life - that he hadn’t spent time loving you in every way he could. 

“Fruitcake, huh?”

Your words cut through his thoughts and, at first, he’d been grateful for the interruption. Grateful until Robby noticed the teasing gleam in your eyes. How he could spot the mischief that darkened your eyes and didn’t have enough time to prepare. 

“Don’t want to talk about it,” he grumbled.

He didn’t need to look to know you were side-eyeing him.

“It could be worse.”

“Oh, no I doubt that.”

“She could call you something less delicious.”

His hand was mid-reach to pull back the curtain. Your sentence pulled him short and forced him to look down at you like you’d just grown a second head. 

“You think fruitcake is delicious? Nobody thinks fruitcake is delicious.”

“True, but it’s arguably better to be called a shitty holiday dessert than, say, something like cocksucker,” you shrugged, moving yourself around him to push behind the curtain. 

He was supposed to be angry with you - and he was. He fucking was but…it was easy, almost too fucking easy, to forget the last few months that led up to what dissolved your relationship. It was easy to forget you’d both broken each other in different ways. Robby should’ve hated you, but he couldn’t, and, because of that, he was grateful you couldn’t hear the chuckle he tried to shake away before he followed in after you.

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As always thank you so much for your support and for reading! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Much Love,

[babyy-blossom]

Jason Todd with s/o who loves to bake

Masterlist

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

Jason swears you took that saying and ran with it.

He’s afraid of gaining 50 pounds just by looking at all the delicious desserts you make.

“Some are from (insert what you call your grandma) and some are from Pinterest.” You’d say with a proud smile when he asked where you get your recipes from.

He absolutely devours everything you make him. If the others are lucky he MIGHT MIGHT share.

Alfred absolutely loves your baking skills. “One can always tell when something is made with love and pride.”

Bruce hides away in the Bat Cave as he eats the apple crisp pie you made. He couldn’t help himself.

Jason is a fiend for berries. No one can convince me otherwise.

He might enjoy the classic apple pie or chocolate cake here and there,

but make him a blackberry cobbler and he’s forever yours. Bake him up a special cherry pie, OOooOoo, he eats it like a starved man.

Now when you start to cook, that’s a game changer. Soups, pastas, oven specials, steaks (“I’m a growing boy” he’d claim)

Will cry like a boy coming home from after school sports if he comes home and sees that crockpot is out.

Absolutely loves cookies. However he likes his basic. Chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, sugar cookie.

Jason Todd would attend a one day cookie decorating class. He wouldn’t be great at it. But he would try for you.

For your birthday the first year you started dating he gifted you different shaped cookie cutters.

For the next birthday or Christmas he may or may not have dug into Bruce’s pockets to buy you a kitchenaid.

Bruce didn’t mind much though when he found out. He gets to also reap the rewards of you having a kitchen helper.

Jason one time bet that you couldn’t use a measuring cup as a weapon after you threaten him with one if he wouldn’t get out of the kitchen. He was proved wrong when you used the handle as a makeshift shank.

You love Jason but there is such a thing as too many cooks in the kitchen.

If there is ever an ingredient that you do not have, Dick is willing to go to the store for you. However you have to promise to share what you are making.

“Jay? How do I make 3/4? And how many of those tablespoons do I need to make 1 3/4 cup?”

His honest reaction:

“Do I look like a math teacher? Ask google.”

He’s no help I feel when it comes to anything math related. Especially factions. He knows how to take a car apart and put it back together. Don’t ask him to do anything else.

Don’t ask Dick either. Unless you want to make a disaster. And Tim would probably give the wrong answer on purpose.

Jason loves to watch you decorate your cakes. Sometimes you make birthday cakes for your friends and your steady hands piping the icing is so impressive to him, he could watch you for hours.

He loves watching you get excited about your hobby.

Jason really is a great supporter of your work and hobby. Sometimes he refuses to eat a cookie or cake because “it’s too pretty and you made that with your own hands.”

“MORE FOR ME!”- Dick

[orcboxer]

Okay let me try this one again. The Trolley Problem sets up a scenario that sucks to be in. You either kill one guy, or you kill five guys. Nobody likes these options. We all don't want this be happening. That's kind of the point. It's a moral quandary. It's supposed to feel bad.

Now, according to a recent post floating around on tumblr, choosing either of the two options demonstrates "learned helplessness" and makes you a neolib sheep. The only correct answer, the post states, is to reject the question altogether. (Or to change the parameters of the question to include an option that saves everyone, thus eliminating the moral quandary.)

It sounds nice, doesn't it? Fuck this bad situation, we control our imaginations, so let's imagine a situation that doesn't suck. Hah! Bet you didn't think of that!

Here's the problem. Even though I think most situations generally have at least one solution that is both Feasible and Not Terrible, I have to admit that there are some situations (as in, not zero of them) where all the feasible options are unpleasant. This is a natural consequence of living in a world where A Lot Of Things Suck.

But if shitty situations do exist, even if it's super super rare, then it's not unreasonable to ask, "How should we make decisions when we find ourselves in a shitty situation?"

This is the beginning premise of the Trolley Problem. It says, "Hey what if you were in an unambiguously shitty situation? There are many shitty situations, so let's imagine one that is contrived enough to get everyone on the same page regardless of political affiliation, AND really emphasizes the key parts that I want to discuss."

Tumblr says "let me stop you right there. What if instead...we imagined a different scenario that wasn't as shitty?"

Well, okay, but then we're not talking about the same thing anymore. That doesn't actually count as an answer to the problem, you're just changing the subject to a completely different thing.

Tumblr goes on to say, "Exactly. That's the only thing you should ever do when confronted with an ethical quandary. Frankly the fact that you are willing to even consider a scenario that sucks suggests that you are fundamentally incapable of considering less shitty scenarios."

I just want to say I think that's bullshit. I don't think every problem is a trolley problem, but I do think that some problems are a trolley problem. And I think that those problems are worth discussing, even though they don't feel good. The trolley problem exists as a framework to discuss those problems.

Maybe our aversion to difficult decisions has an impact on our ethical reasoning, and maybe we should actually question how our ethical standards hold up under the weight of that aversion. So maybe moral quandaries like the trolley problem are worth discussing. And if you don't want to engage with the quandary, then don't - you don't have to concoct a whole essay about how the quandary is inherently morally bad.

It's possible that what you really want to say is that it sucks when people treat certain situations as trolley problems, when those specific situations actually do contain unambiguously feasible and unambiguously perfect solutions. I would agree with that.

But like. Let's not pretend that you can reduce all of ethics down to unchallenging black and white moralism.

[leashybebes]

8x15 coda redux

after that, there's this. this is rough as hell, gang, and i don't know if i'll ever polish it up. i mostly wrote this on my phone in between pulling up weeds in the garden.

Evan cries on him for several minutes. His whole body shakes with it, and the sound of it tattoos itself indelibly on Tommy's eardrums, overwriting every other horror that's ever jolted him awake from a nightmare before. And then something happens that Tommy's only ever seen happen before in warzones and in the mirror, when he's had a white-knuckled grip on a hand basin, and an even tighter grip on the remnants of who he is as a person.

Evan pushes away from him, sits up, scrubs his hands over his face. His shoulders straighten, his back stiffens, his jaw tightens. He clears his throat and a different person looks at him out of Evan's eyes, made dull by the low light and the things that have happened. They've never knowingly worked a sanctioned scene together before, but he thinks this is what Evan must look like when he takes charge in the field.

In a croaky but remarkably steady voice he says, "I need you to go."

"Evan - " Tommy tries to protest and Evan holds out a hand.

"I need you to go check on Ravi and the others. Ravi first. Then Karen. If I'm not out in ten minutes, I need you to call Eddie."

"I - "

"Tommy." Evan's voice is flat, worryingly steady for a man who was so thoroughly falling apart a couple of breaths ago. "I'm telling you what I need from you. Do it, please."

Tommy does as he's told. 

He finds Ravi and Karen together, isn't sure what he says past Evan sent me. He borrows Karen's phone, his own having been confiscated somewhere along the way, and he counts down the minutes carefully while he keeps one eye on Ravi.

Once ten minutes have elapsed with no sign of Evan or Athena, he scrolls through Karen's contacts until he finds Eddie's number. He doesn't bother to calculate the time difference to El Paso. This isn't a 'wait until a civilized hour' kind of call, and he hates that he's the one making it. Not for himself, but for Eddie, for Evan. He doesn't think he's what either of them need right now.

There isn't enough time for it to be awkward between Eddie answering a call from Karen's number and hearing Tommy's voice.

"Fuck," Eddie says. "Who?"

"Bobby," Tommy tells him.

"Shit. How - how bad?"

"Eddie…"

"You're - you're kidding."

It's a reflex, Tommy knows that. Eddie doesn't think that poorly of him, whatever else he might think.

"I'm really sorry."

Eddie's voice is tinny when it comes next, like Tommy's abruptly been put on speaker. "I'm finding a flight. Everyone else?"

"Physically, yeah. They'll be fine. I think Karen's going to start laying out FBI agents if we don't get to a hospital soon."

"FB - Man, what the fuck happened?"

Tommy gives him as much of an overview as he can, then stops abruptly. There's activity at the main doors.

"Eddie, I gotta go. I'll get Evan to call you from the hospital."

"Okay. I'll be there late evening."

"I'll let them know."

Tommy sees - jesus christ - the body bag, Athena swept away in a huddle of uniformed figures and then catches sight of Evan. He's ramrod straight, phone in his hand, pointing at the screen as he goes toe to toe with someone Tommy's willing to bet has the authority to ruin all their lives. Well. Relatively speaking.

"One button, Major," he hears Evan say as he gets close enough. "You can throw me in whatever black hole you want after, but unless my people are released into medical care right now, one button is all it takes to send all this to the best, meanest investigative journalist on this coast."

"Firefighter - "

"Look at me," Evan says, quiet. "Look at my face and tell me I'm bluffing."

Under any other circumstances, it would be wildly attractive.

The Major turns, already radioing orders, and Evan's left alone for a second. The rigidity in every bone of Evan's body doesn't ease even a little, and Tommy walks up to him with the strange sense that Evan's not there, not in the ways that matter. Not that he's insubstantial, but in that he's too solid to be really real.

"What do you need me to do?" Tommy asks.

Evan, hands on his hips, looking over Tommy's shoulder, eyes moving like he's doing a headcount, so solid he might as well be carved of marble, says, "Come to the hospital."

Tommy goes to the hospital. 

Time passes in the strange expanding and contracting way it does after a loss. Tommy fetches coffees, hands out a vending machine's worth of snacks, keeps himself on the periphery. Once it's confirmed that Hen and Chimney are pulling through okay, once Evan is occupied with Athena's kids, he slips away to the bathroom, locks himself in a cubicle and sobs for five minutes. He can't believe - he can't believe - 

When he gets back to the waiting room, Evan's gaze zeroes in on him immediately, but it's a minute before he crosses the room to Tommy and looks at him intently.

"Where'd you go?" he asks, and for a second, the hardness in his voice makes Tommy think he's mad. But it's not that. It's concern. Concern for Tommy, right now, of all times.

"Bathroom," Tommy manages. "What do you - "

What do you need, what can I do, please please please just tell me how to help you.

Evan reaches out and squeezes his shoulder.

"It's okay," he says. "I know he meant a lot to you too. You should sit down."

"Evan."

"Sit down," Evan says again. "Drink some water. Eat some terrible vending machine snacks. I need to go check on Athena."

Tommy does as he's told.

It takes a long time, but finally, Evan's ready to leave the hospital. Not before he's sent Ravi off with Maddie's house keys to get stuff for Jee Yun and take it to the Lees' place, not before he's had a long phone conversation with Hen's mom, not before he's organized rides for everyone else in their rag-tag group who wound up at the hospital, not before he's worn himself to the bone. But eventually.

"I'll drive you home," Tommy says.

Evan nods, eyes on his phone screen. "Eddie's going to take an Uber from the airport. I can't get hold of Bobby's brother, but I'll keep trying while you drive."

"Okay," Tommy agrees. He doesn't know this guy. He doesn't know this version of Evan - he knew there was steel at the core of him, but he doesn't know this version where everything else has been stripped away.

When they get to Evan's house, he still hasn't managed to get Bobby's brother on the phone, but he's left a calm, even-toned message asking him to call. 

The house is almost unrecognizable from the last time Tommy was here - fully unpacked, fully Evan's in a way that feels startlingly strange. Evan unlocks the door and heads straight for the linen closet, starts putting covers on spare duvets and pillows. Tommy trails after him, helps him make up the bed in the spare room, feeling like he's on the other end of a string tied to the pin in a hand grenade.

"Evan," he says, when the room is done.

"I need to - " Evan starts.

"I think you need to sit down," Tommy interjects.

"No," Evan says, not mad or even loud, but unquestionable. "No, I don't need that."

Tommy feels like he's being turned inside out, like all the things Evan must be feeling are being transferred over to him for want of anywhere else to go.

"Evan," he says again, like it's the only word he knows.

"No. B-Bobby said they would need me. And they do. So I don't need to sit down. I need to - I need - "

"Did he say anything else?" Tommy asks.

It's a risk, but not a huge one, he thinks. In the unlikely event it's a no, Tommy gets an unexpected addition to the list of authority figures he wants to fistfight in an afterlife he doesn't think exists. 

Evan blinks at him for a moment, then looks away. 

"I'm going to do some batch cooking for Athena and the kids. You can help, or you can go to the store, or you can just go."

"Evan - "

"What, Tommy?" The snap in Evan's voice sounds like it hurts. "What do you want me to say? This isn't about me."

And that's just - that's just the wrongest thing Tommy's ever heard.

"Of course it's about you."

"No - " Evan says, pulling out his phone again and scrolling like a message from Bobby's brother will have appeared, despite the fact that he's cranked the ringtone up, and the house is a silent as - well.

"It's about you too. Evan, just stop. What else did Bobby say?"

He's prepared for that's none of your business, he's prepared to be shoved aside, he's prepared even for Evan to throw a punch, although that seems vanishingly unlikely. Whatever else Evan is right now, whatever emotions are running the show, he's Evan.

He's not prepared for the way Evan's face crumples, for the way the phone drops from fingers that seem to have gone nerveless. They were already close enough that when Evan pitches forward, it's directly into Tommy's waiting arms.

"He said - he said - he said he loved me," Evan says, and, well. Tommy feels like that probably went without saying for a lot of years, and he can't imagine how it must have felt to have it said right there, like that. Evan's not crying, but he is shaking, like everything is catching up to him all at once.

"He did," Tommy says. "Of course he did."

"No - Tommy - he said I'd be okay. But I'm not - I'm not - I'm not okay."

"Of course you're not."

"But they need me."

Tommy takes a breath, feels like he's inhaling broken glass. "They're not here. You can be not okay with me."

Evan shakes his head against Tommy's shoulder, tries to pull away. Tommy doesn't let him.

"E-Eddie'll be here soon."

"Yeah," Tommy says. "So let's be not okay until then."

Evan takes a shuddering breath in. Lets out a single sob that shakes his whole body. Weeps.