#the way if you got in a situation to finally talk he’d surely say something stupid enough to make YOU say

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Across the Ropes.. a Zilla Fatu x Oc fanfic.

Chapter 3: Pink...

Zilla sat on the edge of the bed, the alcohol in his system clouding his thoughts, making everything feel like a distant fog. He could hear the laughter of his cousins in the hallway as they joked and talked, but all he could think about was the weight of what had just happened. The night had spiraled out of control, and now, his mind was reeling from the guilt, the realization of what he’d done, and the distance he had put between himself and Dahlia.

He fumbled for his phone on the bedside table and, without much thought, tapped on Dahlia’s contact. He needed to hear her voice, to try and fix this, even if it was late and he was drunk. The phone rang a few times before Dahlia’s face appeared on the screen, her soft features illuminated by the dim lighting of what looked like a break room at the hospital.

“Hey, honey,” she said, a warm smile on her face despite the exhaustion in her eyes. Her scrubs gave away that she was on her night shift, but she still looked beautiful. Zilla’s heart sank.

“Hey,” Zilla slurred, a small smile forming on his face. “I did a booboo tonight…”

Dahlia’s smile faltered slightly, but she didn’t interrupt. “What’s up, babe?” she asked, her tone steady, though Zilla could sense a hint of concern.

Zilla’s heart pounded as he spoke, the alcohol loosening his tongue, but also muddling his words. “I… Zilla may have danced with Jaida Parker tonight,” he said slowly, trying to find the right words, but still feeling a mix of regret and embarrassment. “But… Isayah was thinking about you the whole time. The whole time, Dahlia.”

He waited for her response, but there was a long pause. Dahlia stayed silent, her face unreadable, and Zilla could tell something had shifted in her demeanor. She let out a long, weary sigh. It was a sigh that told him she was trying to hold it together. The sight of her like that made his chest tighten.

“I have to go back from break,” Dahlia said, her voice now tinged with something he couldn’t quite place. “I’ll just message you in the morning.”

“No, wait, Dahlia…” Zilla’s words were rushed as he reached forward, almost dropping his phone in his desperation. “I miss you. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go like this.”

Dahlia’s eyes softened, but her lips pressed together in a tight line. “I’ll just message you in the morning, okay?” she repeated, her voice calm, but there was a coldness to it now. Something had changed. Something inside her had shifted. Before Zilla could say anything else, she hung up.

The screen went black, and Zilla stared at it, the weight of her words sinking in, even though they were few. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the sharp sting of regret. He had messed up—badly. In his attempt to justify his actions and the distance between them, he’d only made it worse. And now, it felt like the very thing he had been trying to avoid—the emotional disconnect—had finally come to the surface.

He leaned back against the bed, the room spinning slightly. His mind raced with thoughts of Dahlia, of how he had taken her for granted, and how his drunken night had shattered whatever trust they had started to build. He didn’t know how to fix it. All he knew was that he needed her, and somehow, he had pushed her away.

Zilla closed his eyes and sighed, the reality of the situation heavy on his shoulders. It wasn’t just a mistake—this was the start of something much deeper, and he wasn’t sure if he could come back from it. He had to find a way, but first, he had to sober up.

“Damn,” he whispered to himself. “What have I done?”

After Dahlia got off the phone with Zilla, the weight of everything hit her all at once. The hurt, the confusion, the deep questioning of herself, and the growing doubt about whether she was cut out for a long-distance relationship. Her mind raced, the swirling thoughts making it impossible to focus on anything for too long. Her emotions were all over the place—angry, sad, hurt—but above all, she felt a quiet ache in her chest that was hard to ignore.

Before she even knew what had happened, Dr. Patel’s voice echoed through her thoughts. “Dahlia? Dahlia?” He called out her name, but she was so lost in her own head that it sounded distant, muffled. The next thing she knew, the room began to spin violently, and she collapsed, the world around her fading to black.

Dr. Patel rushed to her side as her body crumpled, his voice urgent as he called for a nurse. His hand gently pressed against her shoulder, trying to rouse her as she slipped into unconsciousness. The nurse arrived quickly, assisting him in stabilizing Dahlia as they moved her to a more comfortable position. They monitored her closely, working to keep her calm while they ran a few tests.

A few hours later, Dahlia slowly began to regain consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, and the harsh, bright lights of the hospital room made her squint. She looked around, disoriented, her mind still cloudy from the sudden blackout. She realized she was still in her scrubs, lying in a hospital bed. An IV was hooked up to her, and she could feel the gentle tug of the needle in her arm. The sterile smell of the hospital and the soft beeping of machines filled the air.

She sat up slowly, trying to clear the fog from her head. Just as she was trying to gather her thoughts, a passing nurse noticed her stirring. “Excuse me,” Dahlia said softly, her voice a little shaky. The nurse stopped and looked at her, her expression softening as she saw Dahlia’s concerned face.

“I’ll go get Dr. Patel,” the nurse said before quickly exiting the room.

Dahlia sat back against the pillow, her mind still spinning. She could feel the exhaustion in her body, the physical toll that the last few hours had taken on her. She tried to shake off the haze clouding her thoughts, but it lingered.

Not long after, Dr. Patel entered the room, his usual calm demeanor in place, though there was a flicker of concern in his eyes when he saw how pale Dahlia looked. “Hey, how are you, sleepyhead?” he asked with a warm smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Dahlia let out a small laugh, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, Dr. Patel. I didn’t mean to worry anyone. I just… I don’t know what happened.”

“Don’t apologize,” he replied, dismissing her worries. “It’s more common than you think. Stress, lack of sleep, it all adds up, and sometimes your body needs a reset. But I’m glad to see you awake.” He checked her vitals on the clipboard, then turned back to her, his expression shifting slightly. “So, when were you going to tell me the good news?”

Dahlia blinked, confused. “Good news?” she echoed, not sure where he was going with this.

Dr. Patel glanced down at his clipboard and tapped it with his pen. “According to your latest test results, you’re about 8 to 9 weeks along.” He looked at her intently, watching for her reaction. “And by the way, you never scheduled your ultrasound. You know delivering babies is my specialty, right?”

Dahlia’s heart skipped a beat. The words hit her like a freight train. “Wait, what?” she said, her voice shaky. “I—I’m pregnant?”

Dr. Patel nodded, his tone gentle but matter-of-fact. “Yes, it seems so. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed the symptoms yourself, but your body has been under a lot of stress recently, which could be affecting your energy levels. But congratulations, Dahlia, this is a big step.”

The room felt like it was spinning again, but this time it wasn’t from fainting. Dahlia’s mind raced to catch up. Pregnant? How could this be possible? Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt like the ground beneath her was shifting, as though the entire world was changing with just those few words. She couldn’t process it all at once. It was too much.

“I—I had no idea,” Dahlia whispered, her hands trembling as she touched her stomach, almost as if to confirm the words Dr. Patel had said. “Zilla… he doesn’t know.”

Dr. Patel offered her a reassuring smile. “That’s something you’ll need to talk to him about when you’re ready. But first, let’s make sure you’re physically okay. I’d like to schedule an ultrasound soon, just to be sure everything’s progressing well.” He patted her hand comfortingly. “I’m sure you’ll be a great mom.”

Dahlia nodded, feeling overwhelmed by the news. She didn’t know what the future held now, or how she would even begin to navigate this new chapter. But deep down, she knew that everything had just changed. There were decisions ahead that would shape the rest of her life, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready. But one thing was certain—she had to take it one step at a time… or was it certain?

As Dr. Patel discharged Dahlia, he gently reminded her to take the rest of the week off to rest and recover. “Take it easy, Dahlia,” he said. “No stress. Your body needs time to adjust.”

Dahlia nodded absently, barely processing his words as she made her way out of the hospital. The cool air hit her as she stepped outside, but it didn’t do much to clear the fog in her mind. She barely noticed the shuttle that came to pick her up, her thoughts still tangled from the shock of the morning’s events. She sat in the back, eyes unfocused, staring out of the window as the world passed by in a blur.

The reality of Dr. Patel’s words sank in slowly. She was pregnant. The weight of it pressed on her chest as she tried to make sense of it all. Her mind spiraled back to the last time she and Zilla were together, their time in his hotel room, the soft conversation, the laughter, the intimacy. It had been perfect… at least, that’s what she thought. But now, with the reality of pregnancy looming over her, the tiny details from that night started to gnaw at her.

Did the condom break?

Her stomach churned at the thought. She hadn’t worried about it. Not that much, anyway. She had trusted it, trusted Zilla. But now, she wasn’t so sure. Was it even possible?

“Are you comfortable with me?”

“Yes.. I want to go further..”

“I have a condom in my wallet, gimme’ a sec’..”

The shuttle came to a stop, and Dahlia snapped out of her thoughts. She took a deep breath, standing and adjusting her bag before making her way to the door. She had to get back to her dorm. The anxiety of it all threatened to suffocate her, but she forced herself to focus, to walk slowly up the steps and into the dorm building.

“You never had no one eat you out before?”

“I just don’t get to that part..”

“Well they missing out cause you taste so fucking sweet..”

“Oh my… fuck.. oh god..”

“Keep moaning babygirl… that’s all you..”

Once inside her room, the familiar surroundings offered no comfort. Dahlia dropped her bag beside her desk and collapsed onto her bed. Her mind raced as she stared at the ceiling, trying to calm the storm inside her.

“No way the condom could’ve broken… could it?” she whispered to herself, barely believing the words. It was impossible. Wasn’t it?

“Fuck!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just.. mmph.. you’re so big..”

“I haven’t even got past the tip and you’re already complaining..”

“I just haven’t had that big before..”

“I’ll go slow okay..”

She closed her eyes, replaying the events of that night over and over again, trying to piece things together. It had all started so simply, with the seminar at the university. Zilla had caught her eye with his confidence, his quiet strength. After the talk, they’d ended up at Agora, just two people talking, laughing. The connection had been instant, and it felt like they’d known each other for years. After that, they’d gone to the burger bar and shared a meal, then back to her dorm.

“It’s starting to feel good..”

“You weren’t kidding.. I’m filling you up real good right now..”

“More.. fuck.. more..”

“God you’re so fucking beautiful..”

It had felt right, like a perfect evening, the kind she’d never imagined having with someone like him. But now, with everything that had happened, it felt like a dream. The night had been so much more than she’d anticipated, more than she was prepared for, and now, here she was, in the quiet of her dorm room, dealing with the aftermath.

“Don’t stop..”

“You’re so fucking tight..”

Dahlia sat up, pulling her knees to her chest as the thought circled in her mind. Could it have happened that fast?

The question wouldn’t leave her, no matter how many times she asked it. She thought about how careful they had been, how they’d made sure everything was protected.

She couldn’t shake the unease that now bubbled up inside her. She’d been so certain about everything, about him, about them… and now this.

“Call me daddy..”

“Daddy.. fuck… fuck me harder daddy..”

“A fucking natural.. look at you..”

As she sat there on her bed, the truth settled around her. She was pregnant.

But the other truth, the secret she had never told Zilla, weighed heavily on her heart. The part of her that she had kept hidden, even from him, was now a significant part of the puzzle.

Dahlia had never been with anyone before Zilla.

She was a virgin.

“How are you this tight?”

“Keep going please..”

The thought felt so strange to admit, even to herself. But now it felt like a piece of the puzzle clicking into place. She had kept that part of her identity to herself because she didn’t want anyone to judge her, didn’t want to feel like she was somehow less than others because of it. Zilla had been the first, and now, the consequence of that night was staring her in the face.

What was she going to do?

“I feel .. I fee—.. fuck.. something’s happening..”

“Cum with me babygirl..”

Her mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more overwhelming than the last. She wanted to talk to Zilla, but how? How could she tell him the truth about everything? She didn’t even fully understand it herself yet.

But one thing was certain: Dahlia had never felt more alone in her life.

—

Zilla awoke with a pounding headache, the effects of the alcohol still lingering in his system. His body felt heavy, his thoughts sluggish as he tried to remember what had happened the night before. The faint memories of dancing, the laughter, Jaida’s face, all blurred in a haze. But one thing was clear: the regret.

He rubbed his temples, his mind racing as the weight of his actions hit him all at once. What the hell did I do?

Without thinking, he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and dialed Dahlia’s number, his heart pounding in his chest.

The phone rang, and when she finally picked up, Zilla barely knew what to say.

“Hey… uhh… how are you?” he asked, his voice sounding off, unsure, almost nervous.

“I’m fine,” Dahlia’s voice came through, calm but distant, like she was holding something back.

“I was an asshole,” Zilla said, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “I’m sorry, Dahlia. I messed up.”

There was a long pause on the other end, and Zilla felt his stomach twist. He couldn’t quite figure out how she was taking it, but he could feel the distance between them.

Dahlia finally spoke again, her tone even, but with an edge that cut through the air. “We might have something to discuss.”

Zilla’s pulse quickened. “What do you mean?”

Dahlia sighed softly, her voice tinged with something Zilla couldn’t place. “Well, if I can… would you let me fly to the next city to come see you?”

Zilla sat up, rubbing his forehead as he processed her words. “I’m supposed to be going to France for Backlash on Tuesday after RAW,” he said, a frown forming. “But I mean… is it that serious we need to speak in person?”

There was a brief silence on the other end before Dahlia responded, her voice quieter now. “Yes. It’s serious. I’ll make arrangements, and I’ll see you in Portland.”

Zilla’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, the RAW is in Portland,” he said, the realization hitting him. “Alright… I’ll see you then.”

“I’ll let you know,” Dahlia replied, her words measured.

Zilla could feel the tension hanging in the air, thick and unresolved. “Wait…” he said before she could hang up. “Do you forgive me?”

Dahlia didn’t answer right away. Zilla could hear her breathing, the hesitation in the pause before she spoke again.

“I’ll see you in Portland,” she finally said, her tone a little softer, but the distance still there.

And before Zilla could say anything else, the line went dead.

He stared at the phone for a moment, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. What did that mean?

The quiet of his hotel room seemed deafening, and for the first time in a long while, Zilla felt truly alone. He had made a mistake—no, a series of mistakes—and now it was up to him to fix it. But would Dahlia give him that chance?

He ran a hand through his hair, the weight of the situation starting to settle in. The reality of what he had done, how he had hurt Dahlia, was hitting him hard. But there was nothing he could do now except wait.

He just hoped that when Dahlia did show up in Portland, it wouldn’t be the end of everything.

—

Sunday, May 4th, 2025. 3:14 PM

Zilla stood by the terminal at Portland International Airport, nervously scanning the crowd. His heart pounded as he waited for Dahlia to arrive. The moment he saw her walking through the gates, a mix of relief and anxiety hit him. She looked beautiful, but there was something different about her—something was off. The way she carried her bag, the tightness in her posture, told him that something wasn’t right.

Dahlia spotted him from across the terminal, her eyes locking with his. Zilla smiled, but the smile faltered when she didn’t reciprocate.

As she approached, Zilla held out his arms for a hug, hoping for some kind of warmth between them. But when they embraced, Dahlia’s arms didn’t wrap around him. She simply stood there, stiff, her body tense against his.

Zilla pulled back slightly, trying to gauge her mood. “There’s a bunch of taxis waiting,” he said, his voice laced with nervous energy. “We should probably get going.”

Dahlia nodded silently, not offering anything else. The ride to the hotel was awkward and heavy with silence. Zilla tried to make small talk, but Dahlia’s responses were brief and emotionless. The minutes stretched on endlessly, each one more excruciating than the last.

When they arrived at the Ritz Carlton, the silence continued. They walked into the hotel, and the check-in process felt just as tense. Zilla’s attempts at casual conversation went ignored as Dahlia stayed silent, her gaze fixed ahead, never meeting his eyes.

Once they were in the room, Zilla sat down on the bed, his mind racing with all the things he wanted to say, but unsure of how to start. He glanced at Dahlia, who was standing near the window, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She looked distant, cold, and it made Zilla’s heart drop into his stomach.

“So,” Dahlia finally spoke, her voice quiet and measured, “why are you on RAW? I thought you wrestled for Smackdown.”

Zilla blinked, caught off guard by the question. He ran a hand through his hair before answering. “We have brand invasion. I’m leading team Smackdown.”

Dahlia barely reacted, her eyes still trained on the window. “Oh,” she said, her tone flat, as though it didn’t matter.

The silence returned, and Zilla felt the weight of the room press down on him. This wasn’t how he imagined this meeting going. He had hoped for a chance to explain himself, to apologize properly, but instead, Dahlia seemed miles away—both physically and emotionally.

Zilla shifted uncomfortably on the bed, trying to think of something else to say, but the words didn’t come. He knew he had messed up, but right now, all he could do was wait for her to speak, hoping she would say something that would open the door for them to start fixing what was broken.

The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating. Dahlia sat across from him, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap as the silence grew longer. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but no words came. He didn’t know how to break the ice, how to make things better. All he knew was that things had already changed, and there was no turning back.

He tried to think of something—anything—to spark a conversation, but his mind was clouded, his emotions too jumbled to form a coherent thought. Finally, he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind, desperate to fill the uncomfortable silence.

“My cousin’s wife is a writer,” Zilla said. “She’s really putting my whole Samoan King gimmick out there.” He watched Dahlia’s reaction, hoping it would lead to something—some kind of interaction to break the tension.

Dahlia’s eyes flickered with recognition. “Yeah, the Rhea Ripley girl?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Zilla replied, nodding. “My cousin Jey married her in Vegas just before Wrestlemania 41.”

Dahlia’s face softened slightly as she nodded. “Yeah, I heard about that. Apparently, someone went into labor at the Hall of Fame ceremony.”

Zilla chuckled. “Yeah, my other cousin Jon and his wife, Trinity, welcomed twins that night.”

Dahlia gave a small smile. “That’s cool.”

The silence settled in again, an uncomfortable weight hanging between them. Zilla glanced at her, but she seemed lost in thought, her eyes downcast. The quiet seemed to stretch on for ages, neither of them sure what to say next.

Finally, Dahlia broke the silence, her voice hesitant but firm. “I heard that Rhea person is also pregnant?”

Zilla nodded slowly. “Yeah… my cousin Jey is about to be a father again at 40.”

Dahlia’s lips twisted in thought, and then she spoke again, her tone almost distant. “It’s weird… pregnancy… how it can change things.”

Zilla’s gaze met hers, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “My cousin Jey said it brought him and Rhea closer.”

Dahlia’s expression shifted slightly, a hint of cynicism creeping into her voice. “Yeah, but that’s once in a lifetime. Babies don’t always fix relationships.”

Zilla hesitated, sensing the weight behind her words, the layers of complexity in her tone. He shifted on the bed, his mind racing for something to say that might break the distance between them.

“What did you want to tell me?” he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dahlia didn’t answer right away. Instead, she opened her carry-on bag, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled out a stack of papers. Zilla’s heart rate quickened as she handed them to him, and he took them, glancing down at the top sheet. He saw the word Pregnant written across the top in bold letters.

Zilla’s breath caught in his throat. His eyes shot up to meet Dahlia’s, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing.

“How did this happen?” he asked, his voice tight with a mix of confusion and concern.

Dahlia took a deep breath, her face flushed with a mix of anger and shame. “I think the condom broke that night,” she said, her voice low, almost apologetic.

Zilla stared at her, his brow furrowing. He wasn’t sure how to react. His mind raced with a thousand questions, but one stuck out more than the others.

“I’m meaning no disrespect,” he said, his voice uncertain. “But are you sure it’s mine?”

Dahlia scoffed, a sharp laugh escaping her lips as she shook her head. “For your fucking information, I was a virgin.”

Zilla froze, his eyes wide in shock. He had no words. This wasn’t the direction he’d expected the conversation to go, and it left him speechless.

Then, as if trying to deflect the awkwardness, Zilla shifted slightly on the bed, trying to make light of the situation. “Well, I guess that explains the tightness,” he said, attempting a weak joke.

Dahlia rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. The silence returned, heavier than before. Neither of them spoke. Zilla didn’t know how to move forward. His mind was racing, but he couldn’t find the right words, and the weight of the situation felt like it was slowly suffocating him. What was he supposed to say? What could he say to make this better? To make it right?

Dahlia’s gaze never left him, but she didn’t speak either. The room was silent, filled only with the unspoken tension between them. Zilla remained motionless, the papers still in his hands, his thoughts scattered and fragmented.

Finally, Dahlia broke the silence once more, her voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t know how to tell you, Isayah. I didn’t know what to do.”

Zilla swallowed hard, still at a loss for words. What could he say? Everything felt so overwhelming, so sudden. He glanced down at the papers in his hands, at the undeniable reality of what was happening.

But still, there was nothing he could say. Nothing that felt right.

Before they knew it, the day had slipped away, and the sun had long since set. The room, once filled with the tension of unspoken words, had now grown quiet and heavy with the weight of what was to come.

Zilla sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the door as if expecting something—anything—to happen. Anything to break the silence, to break the unbearable stillness that stretched between them. Dahlia, sitting on the opposite side of the room, seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. Her hands were clasped together tightly, her eyes downcast, and her shoulders slightly hunched, as if she were trying to shrink into herself.

Time seemed to slow. Zilla’s mind was racing, but no matter how much he tried to focus, he couldn’t quiet the storm inside. The silence was suffocating. It was so thick, it felt like it was closing in on him.

Then, the quiet was broken—not by words, but by the soft sound of Dahlia’s breath hitching. Zilla glanced over at her, his gaze drawn to the way her shoulders trembled ever so slightly, and that’s when he saw the first tear slip down her cheek. It was the smallest of movements, but it hit Zilla like a punch to the gut.

Before he could even think, he was up and across the room, kneeling beside her, pulling her into his arms.

Dahlia didn’t resist. She melted against him, burying her face in his chest as her sobs grew louder. Her body shook with the force of it, and Zilla’s heart ached for her. He held her tightly, trying to provide whatever comfort he could, though he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure what either of them needed right now.

“I’m being honest when I say this,” Dahlia managed to choke out between sobs, her voice breaking. “I’m so fucking scared.”

Zilla didn’t know what to say at first. He felt the fear creeping up on him too, the gnawing uncertainty about everything—the baby, their future, how to fix the mess they had found themselves in. But all he could do was hold her tighter, his own chest tightening with a mix of emotions he couldn’t even begin to untangle.

“I am too,” he whispered, his voice low and raw.

The truth of his words hung in the air between them, unspoken fears now shared, no longer isolated.

Zilla’s thoughts drifted for a moment, and he couldn’t help but think of his family—his mother, his brothers—what they would say. His mom, the woman who had raised him, had always been the strong one, the one who knew exactly what to do, even when things seemed impossible. What would she say about this situation? Would she be disappointed in him? Would she think he was messing up his life in ways he couldn’t undo?

Zilla’s chest tightened at the thought. He never wanted to disappoint them, but what about Dahlia? What about the situation they were facing now? Would they ever understand how it felt to be in his shoes, to be so lost in the unknown? To have no clue how to make it all right?

He pulled Dahlia back slightly, just enough to see her face, his hand gently wiping away the tears on her cheeks. She met his eyes, her gaze filled with vulnerability and fear—so much fear.

“You don’t have to be scared, Dahlia,” Zilla said softly, his voice steadying, even though his own heart was a mess. “I’m here. Whatever happens, I’ll be here.”

She shook her head, but there was no defiance in it. Just a weariness that Zilla recognized all too well. He cupped her face gently, as if trying to hold her together with the touch.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “But we can try..”

Dahlia closed her eyes, taking a shaky breath, as if trying to absorb his words. But even as she nodded, Zilla could see the uncertainty still lingering in her eyes.

The room was quiet again, the weight of the situation pressing in on both of them. But for a moment, at least, they had each other. The fear didn’t disappear, but it was a little less daunting now that they had both spoken it aloud. The shared vulnerability was a strange comfort.

Zilla sat back against the bed, pulling Dahlia with him. He kept his arm around her shoulders as they both stared at the wall, each lost in their own thoughts.

The silence was no longer oppressive, but it was still heavy. And neither of them knew what the future held. But for now, that was okay. They didn’t need answers right this second. They just needed to survive the night, to take one step at a time.

And for the first time in a long while, Zilla felt like he wasn’t alone in that fear.

9:12 PM

Zilla leaned back in the lounger, his gaze locked on the sprawling Portland skyline. The lights blurred together, and his mind raced. Dahlia’s soft breathing in the room behind him was a reminder of how delicate everything felt right now. She had cried herself to sleep, her shoulders trembling even in her dreams. He couldn’t shake the image of her face, the fear in her eyes. And now, he was left to figure out what came next.

He had never pictured himself as a father, not like this—not now. Not with Dahlia. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about her, but the timing was off. A date, a week together, and now this. A pregnancy. Their connection had been undeniable, sure, but the reality of a child? That was a whole different ballgame. They were barely transitioning into a relationship. Was he ready to be someone’s father? Was he ready to bring a child into the world with someone he barely knew?

The weight of it all felt too heavy. Zilla needed advice, and he knew exactly who to turn to—the one person who had been through his own share of messes. Jey. The older cousin who had always been there for him, even when the stakes were high. He dialed Jey’s number, the phone ringing as his thoughts spun out of control.

After a few rings, Jey picked up.

“What up, Uce?” Jey’s voice was warm, familiar, even through the phone.

Zilla took a deep breath, feeling the pressure building in his chest. “Hey, man… I need your… advice.”

“Go for it, man,” Jey said, his tone steady, like he was ready to listen.

Zilla hesitated for a moment, unsure how to even frame what was on his mind. “I know about Rhea’s first miscarriage and all that, and I know it’s a touchy subject, but what did you do when you found out? ‘Cause I know you were still with Takecia back then.”

Jey sighed, the sound laced with a heaviness that spoke volumes. “Yeah… I normally don’t get all open with my business,” he said after a beat. “But I guess you’ve got a good reason for asking.”

Zilla let out a quiet laugh, trying to ease some of the tension. “I know, man. I wouldn’t ask unless I had a damn good reason.”

“Dahlia’s pregnant, isn’t she?” Jey’s voice softened as if he already knew the answer, the familiarity in his tone making Zilla’s stomach tighten.

“Fucking one condoms, don’t work,” Zilla muttered, frustration and disbelief seeping into his voice.

“Yeah, well… I was in love with Rhea way before that,” Jey replied, his voice quieter now, as if he were revisiting old memories. “And I didn’t even know it at first.”

Zilla furrowed his brow. “Whatcha mean, Uce?”

Jey took a deep breath, a pause lingering on the line before he spoke again. “Well, we had an affair, you know that, right?”

Zilla nodded, even though Jey couldn’t see it. “Yeah.”

“Well…” Jey’s voice took on a more reflective tone. “We just didn’t use condoms at all. We were stupid, man. We thought we were invincible, I guess.”

Zilla’s mouth went dry. The idea of Rhea and Jey being that reckless… it hit harder than he expected. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, a voice interrupted him.

“But he was all in!” Rhea’s voice rang out in the background, loud enough for Zilla to hear it clearly.

Zilla couldn’t help but chuckle, imagining the chaos that Rhea was undoubtedly causing. Jey sighed, but it was affectionate, as if he had grown used to the dynamic.

“Babe, let me handle this…” Jey’s voice softened as he tried to reign it in. Then, back to Zilla. “Anyways… yeah, man. I just confessed to her that I loved her. And the rest was history.”

Zilla sat back, processing the weight of Jey’s words. “You just told her you loved her?” he asked, his voice quiet, contemplative. He had always thought of Jey as this rock, someone who had it together. But hearing this? It made everything feel so much more real.

Jey’s laugh on the other end of the line was a little strained but genuine. “Yeah, man. I didn’t have all the answers, but I knew what was in my heart. And I wasn’t about to let her go, no matter how complicated everything got. I don’t have a perfect answer for you, Uce. I’m just telling you that sometimes you just gotta go with your gut. Things get messy, but if you care about someone, you figure it out.”

Zilla leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as he stared at the night sky again. “I don’t know, Jey. It feels like everything’s happening too fast. Dahlia and me—we barely even know each other.”

Jey’s voice came through, calm and reassuring. “You’d be surprised how quickly you can learn about someone when life throws you curveballs. You’ve got a decision to make, Uce. But know this—you don’t have to make it alone. You’ve got family. You’ve got me. You’re not in this by yourself.”

Zilla let Jey’s words sink in. Family. Support. Maybe he wasn’t as alone as he thought.

“Thanks, Uce,” Zilla said, his voice quieter now, a weight lifting off his shoulders. “I’ll figure it out. One step at a time.”

Jey’s laughter came again, this time lighter. “That’s the way, Uce. Take it one step at a time.”

As Zilla ended the call, he felt a little lighter, like the road ahead wasn’t so overwhelming. He wasn’t sure what was coming, but he had a clearer sense of what to do. Maybe he didn’t have all the answers, but he was starting to see a path forward.

this was suppose to be apart of chapter 2 but I didn’t realize it was attached until I posted it 😂😂😂😂

[ghost-proofbaby]

so who’s gonna write a quiet place au with eddie

[2amriize]

.ᐟ friend!RIIZE flirting with you ༉‧₊˚.

req: I js discovered your blog and im obssesedddd😭 could you do riize as friends flirting with you on party and being very bold? thank youuu

pairing: friend!riize x reader —masterlist

⭑.ᐟ shotaro

Your group of friends had decided to throw a party to celebrate the end of your first year at university. The party was pretty crowded, and although you didn’t usually enjoy these events, you were having a good time. At one point, Shotaro, one of your closest friends, came over to talk to you, and the two of you spent a long time chatting while sipping your drinks. You weren’t sure if it was because the music was so loud or because Shotaro had had a bit too much to drink, but he kept moving closer to you, leaning in to your ear every time he wanted to say something. You didn’t expect him to place his hand on your hip and whisper:

"You look too good tonight, and you smell amazing... Should we find somewhere more private?"

.ᐟ eunseok

Since you arrived at the party, you’d been hanging out with your friend, dancing and having some drinks. The moment you noticed Eunseok watching you, you couldn’t stop wondering why he was staring. When your friend stepped away, Eunseok wasted no time approaching you to start a conversation, offering you a drink while his eyes swept up and down your figure. After a few seconds of silence, he brought his hand near his lips and said:

"Wow... I've been waiting all night to come up to you, and I don’t know if I can wait any longer to get even closer."

⭑.ᐟ sungchan

One of your friends suggested playing truth or dare during a small party your group had planned. After some time drinking, you all decided to make things more exciting with the game. The questions and dares grew increasingly bold, which made the situation even more interesting. You didn’t expect that one of the dares would result in you spending five minutes alone in a closet with Sungchan. It felt strange being so close to him, and you couldn’t help but notice how he was looking down at you.

"People will probably think we’re doing something in here..."

"I mean... I wouldn’t mind giving them something to talk about if it’s with you."

⭑.ᐟ wonbin

Although you’d known Wonbin for years and were part of the same friend group, the two of you had never really talked alone, so you didn’t know much about him. One night, your group decided to go to a nightclub together. You spent a long time dancing and drinking with your friends, but gradually, they began pairing off with others or heading off with their significant others. At one point, you stepped outside for some fresh air and ran into Wonbin. You ended up talking for a while about how it seemed like everyone had someone except for the two of you. After a moment of silence, he surprised you by saying:

"If we were together, everyone would be jealous of us... Don’t you think? I think we’d make a great couple."

⭑.ᐟ seunghan

You weren’t a big fan of parties, but Seunghan had spent weeks convincing you to attend one that a classmate was hosting, so you finally agreed. You didn’t plan to stay long, but at least you could keep Seunghan company for a while. When you arrived, you went over to him, and he offered you a drink. The two of you ended up talking for a long time. You were good friends and got along really well, but something about the way he was looking at you that night felt different. Every chance he got, he’d touch your cheek or your shoulder. When Seunghan stepped away to grab some snacks, a guy approached you to ask for your number. As soon as Seunghan returned and saw what was happening, he placed his hand on your arm and said:

"Hey, back off. I saw her first, she’s mine."

⭑.ᐟ sohee

It always surprised you how much Sohee’s personality changed after a few drinks. You were at a party he’d organized at his house, and although he was usually calm and adorable, just one drink made him outgoing and energetic, chatting with everyone. But for some reason, Sohee had stuck by your side all night. At one point, you stepped out into his garden to get some fresh air, and the two of you sat on the grass. After a few seconds, you noticed Sohee was staring at you.

"Mgh? Is something wrong Sohee?"

"I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or you, but my heart’s been pounding all night when I’m around you. I can’t stop looking at you, y/n."

⭑.ᐟ anton

Your friends had decided to celebrate the end of exams with a night out at a nightclub. You were with a big group, and you’d spent hours dancing and drinking with your friends. At one point, when you went to the bar for a drink, you ran into Anton, one of your friends. You chatted for a few moments while waiting for your drinks. Once they arrived, you turned to leave, but you felt Anton grab your hand. Confused, you turned back to face him. Pulling you closer and placing his hand on your arm, he leaned in and whispered:

"I’ve been watching you all night, y/n, and I need to know if I have a chance with you or if I should just pretend I’m not obsessed with you."

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Oh my gosh! HELLOO!

Anywho~

I had a request for Alastor with a reader who’s contract with Valentino just ended and Angel brings them to the hotel to help them get on their feet, they have lots of trauma from what the endured, maybe they stay close to Alastor because he’s very much a gentleman and never treats them like Val did?

Thank you!!

Oooh! I like this one a lot! We got a second Angel but unlike Angel, we’re probably better and less snarky and bitchy. Sorry, Angel. Anyway! Idk if it’s meant to be romantic or not so I am gonna guess—

Alastor- Redemption Path

Alastor can’t help but feel sorry and feel pity for you. You’re just like Angel but you aren’t as bad as Angel. A ex-pornstar that has finally been free from the pimp Overlord, Valentino and your dear friend Angel Dust is so relieved that you’re safe from him, now, he’ll take even more measures to make sure you’ll do better than him

Bringing you to the Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust introduced you to the Hotel Staff. Hoping they could help get you back into Hell more stably. Out of Charlie feeling immense sorry for your sexual abuse trauma, Vaggie considering to sign you up for counselling and Angel Dust barking at Husk to be nicer to you. Alastor is the one who is the most interested in you

Alastor is the one who escorted you around the Hotel. He is the only one who treated you so perfectly, he is a true sweet gentleman and he is doing much for you that it’s unbelievable. He doesn’t want anything from you? How is that possible

Throughout the days since you first checked in as a client, Alastor notices the way you follow him around and he finds it adorable. You’re such a lost lonely little puppy needing somewhere to feel safer and he doesn’t mind playing that little safety spot for you. It’s quite amusing

“Oh. My dear, is something bugging you?” Alastor asked curiously as he finally turns around to face the cute eager shorter sinner that has been clinging onto him and following him around ever since he was polite and ‘respectful’ to them. Treating them like a person and not like an object. Unlike the first and only Overlord they knew at the time, he doesn’t even notice their curvy attractive body or make creepy sexual remarks in the slightest

He just compliments the cozy colourful classy outfits they’d wear, calling each and every one ‘adorable’. He finds you adorable as a whole and he is entertained that you’re so enamoured by his kindness, that you act like a baby fawn following his mother around

The sinner that has been following him around all day, takes a few seconds to even blink. You’re shyer around Alastor since he actually gives you a voice and a say-so, something you’re unfamiliar with. Having that… you never did back with Valentino and it’s almost overwhelming that such a friendly treatment is addictive to have, the way he handles you with delicacy. He isn’t usually a man to sympathise with an awful situation but for some reason, he sympathised with you in his own special little way. You’re thankful that he is even more polite and caring than anybody you’ve ever met, even Angel!

“Oh. My, you’re shivering. Are you cold?” You didn’t actually answer Alastor with words but instead with actions, approaching him and shyly reaching out for a handhold but you didn’t actually touch him, reminding yourself of his no touching clause. You hoped he’d let you slide this once. You don’t really have anybody to talk to after you were jolted awake from night terrors over what that awful squeaking sex-obsessed freak of a moth did to you throughout your contract with him

Angel is there as a friend but he’s busy still suffering under Valentino’s maniac rule right now, you don’t want to bother any of the staff nor Charlie about your problems whilst they are busy. Sooooo

You figured your emotional support, the one who has been very patient and understanding with you. He hasn’t let you down once just of yet

Alastor willingly takes your hand when he recognises your reach out attempt and brings you up to his side in a lone but strong tug. Not minding the sweater you wore being your only coverage for your bottom half. Just a cute off-the-shoulder sweater and thigh highs. Whilst your style mirrored Angel’s in an odd way, you didn’t gross the Radio Demon out like the current top pornstar did. You’re more innocent, more sophisticated

You’re nothing like Angel, despite escaping from the same ugly world as that spider sinner is still trapped in. You’re a recovering traumatised, overexploited pornstar in need of help to gain a new life within Hell and Alastor actually likes the idea of playing that knight in shining armour you clearly view him as. He can’t tell why but he likes it

Leading you down the empty, slightly dark hallway with one arm around your body to keep you close, pressing your face against the side edge of his broad chest and the other slightly stylishly twirling his signature staff-like microphone cane, the Radio Host plans to take care of you in other ways then just hand you some blankets and set you out to your own Hotel room. He’d prefer to personally put you to sleep and the process would be begin with a picture show, a talk and a darker warmer room

You didn’t know why but your face was beet red, your heart was pounding in your chest and your eyes sparkled as you tilted your slightly fuzzy head up to look at Alastor. In, what felt like a blink, his crimson red eyes flashed a sense of genuine affection before returning to the usual half-emotionless bloody haze as the radio effect on his rather mighty voice kicks in with the overlap of both sincerely caring and classic semi-mocking Alastor style caring

It doesn’t help that you swear you can feel his heartbeat grow faster…

Is Alastor feeling the same you are?!

“Come now, darling. You’re clearly having bad sleeping patterns. How about me and you watch that picture show you’ve been holding off? Yes. Yes, I know. I don’t like your technology but I wouldn’t be a help provider if I didn’t provide you help, now would I?”

[chilschuck]

hi there!!! I love your blog!!! I know you’re mainly a Chilchuck girlie, but I saw that you occasionally do Laios headcanons/drabbles, and I’m a massive Laios simp. if you have the time and inclination, would you maybe write about Laios realizing he’s falling for a reader who is also autistic like he is? and they’re both so in love with each other, but they don’t realize it bc they’re both idiots, so the party has to set them up lmao

OBLIVIOUS (IN MY LOVE FOR YOU).

꒰ warnings: ꒱ mutual pining, hopelessly in love silly guys, gn!reader. sfw as always!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.3k

✦ i hope this turned out how you wanted it!!! i felt bad that i’ve been doing so much chil and nothing for the others, so i was happy that you sent this request!! i’m not sure how to feel about this, but i’m happy to get something out for you!!! <333 honestly i’m worried this turned out badly, but alas, i feel that way about everything asdfdhgjhk. enjoy lovely!!!!

It was more than obvious to anyone but the two of you, much to the party’s displeasure. The mutual pining between you had been a constant back and forth for what felt like ages, and it was almost humorous how in denial it seemed you were.

Laios always spent time chatting with you before bed, his soft voice carrying so much warmth. You always noted how fuzzy your head felt whenever he’d talk about something he was especially interested in. It was almost heartbreaking to part with him to finally rest, longing to continue the conversation for as long as you could.

Little did the two of you know that the rest of the party had their eyes on you, tired sighs leaving each of them. This was every night now, and the fact neither of you were making an effort to come to terms and admit what you were feeling was beginning to become tiresome.

Chilchuck huffed, head in the palm of his hand. “I can’t believe that this is still going on. I’m tired of it.”

Marcille tutted, but the frustration at both of your ignorances was seeping through. “There’s got to be something we can do. They’re obviously so in love with each other...”

And right she was, with how absolutely enamored Laios had become. He’d never felt this way about anyone, the feeling seeping into his bones slowly but surely. With every smile you gave him, words of encouragement, or even reassuring touches, you made yourself at home in his mind and heart. Laios was content with just the whispered conversations and adventures together, not quite piecing together the entire situation just yet.

Marcille was not so sure that was something to be content with. Izutsumi was also getting fed up with the constant beating around the bush, and Chilchuck was sick and tired of watching this ordeal occur. The three of them had decided that enough was enough, and through gossip-like whispers, they decided on a course of action.

“I’ll try and talk to Laios,” Chilchuck settled, although he wasn’t entirely happy with the idea of helping an inner party relationship unfold. It was even harder to watch the two of you continuously pine after each other blindly, so he chose what he believed was the lesser of two evils. “You two convince you-know-who to get some one on one time with him somehow.”

Marcille hummed, finger tapping her chin. “Maybe we could get Senshi to cook something up just for the two of them, get them on a date of some sort.”

Izutsumi flicked her tail in annoyance at this entire scenario, before giving her own opinion. “Let’s just get them stuck in a trap or something.” At that, the elf across from her shook her head adamantly.

“Although that might work another time, I think setting them up would work best. We’ll all conveniently go off somewhere and leave the two of them to talk it out. Somehow…”

Thankfully, it wasn’t hard to get the two of you alone together. Laios would explain something about a monster your party had encountered earlier, delighted at your interest in anything he had to say. Before he knew it, the rest of the party had excused themselves after dinner, leaving just you and him with a cooked meal and unsaid words hanging in the air.

Even earlier, Chilchuck had decided to try and drill it into Laios’ skull that perhaps coming to terms and admitting what he was feeling wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Grasping for straws, Laios tried to create excuses that what he felt for you was just that of a close friend. There was no way he was falling in love, right? Yet, the look Chilchuck had given him shut him up quickly.

“You think friends just look at each other with that lovesick face you’re always making? And it’s not exactly hard to see just how much you care about them. It’s actually pretty obvious.” The half-foot grit out, floored that Laios still hadn’t figured out just how deeply he had fallen.

Marcille and Izutsumi had a similar problem with you, finding that you were convinced what you felt was just that of a deep friendship, of course you weren’t actually absolutely smitten with the man. Giving each other a knowing look, Marcille continued her prodding.

“I think there’s more to this,” the way she said your name so softly held your attention. “You need to talk with him. Maybe talk through just what you’re feeling.”

So now, as you took another bite of your dinner, you tried to figure out just what you were feeling. Laios was doing the same, and the silence, which was never a problem before, now hung with tension.

Both of you tried to speak, before signaling the other to continue, before giving a light laugh at the awkwardness. It wasn’t that just being in each other’s company was the problem, but more so that there was so much left unsaid.

Laios ran his hand through his hair, giving you that tender smile you had come to love so much. “You first.”

Another laugh left you, before your current train of thought followed through your words. “So I was wondering… Have you ever been in love before, Laios?”

That caught him off guard, swallowing hard before thinking of the right thing to say. “Well… I, uh…” A beat of silence followed as you let him find his words. “I wasn’t sure before today. What about you?”

Trying not to get your hopes up, or have the flame within you extinguished so easily, you smiled. “Same here, actually. I think…” You trailed off, just staring at his rosy cheeks and intent gaze making your heartbeat a little faster. Setting your plate to the side, you bit your tongue for a moment. Talk through what you’re feeling… You can do that.

“I guess I didn’t really realize, but… Lately, I’ve been really eager to be around you.” Your voice tried to fight back the tremors rising within you. Before you could continue, Laios grabbed your hand and gave you that intent expression again.

“Me too! I mean, I always really enjoy our talks. I look forward to them a lot.” He spoke a tad out of breath, trying to reign in how he was feeling. Another beat of silence, followed by the clearing of his throat.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You both muttered at the same time, before the feeling of both shock and excitement coursed through you. There was… no possible way, right? But with that doting smile and lovesick gaze he was sending your way, you began to think he did feel the same.

“Thank the gods,” you whispered, a huff of relief leaving your lips. “I had to have Marcille and Izutsumi make me realize.”

Laios laughed, cheeks flushed with delight. “Yeah, Chilchuck definitely gave me a talking to. I think Senshi tried to help me realize, too. It was definitely interesting.”

Both of you shared light giggles before Laios gently pulled you into an embrace. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, nuzzling into his neck.

“Sorry it took me so long.” He whispered, inhaling deeply, the air leaving him in a content sigh. Your eyes fluttered shut, shaking your head slightly in reply. “No need. That’d mean I’d need to apologize too.”

You pressed sweet kisses to his cheek, to his nose, to his forehead. Laios beamed, intertwining your fingers as he spoke from the heart just what he had been trying to come to terms with. You did your best to do so, too.

Chilchuck, Marcille, Senshi, and Izutsumi all let out sounds of relief at watching the two of you around the corner. Getting both of you to finally realize the extent of your feelings was difficult, but oh so worth it in the end.

“Finally,” Chilchuck grumbled, before scratching the back of his neck. “That only took, what? Forever?”

Senshi grunted, trying to recall just how long it had been. Izutsumi even watched as Marcille rocked back and forth on her feet, a certain sparkle in her eye.

She’d have to get the two of you to be open more often.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <33

[happy74827]

if you take requests! i love your writing! maybe a fic about harvey and it’s a little angsty bc of his pride or a miscommunication but then it becomes really fluffy

Regrets and Resolutions

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis Sometimes it takes a fight to know what you want, and sometimes what you want is what you need.

WC: 2459

Category: Angst to Fluff, Happy Ending

Angst to fluff is my specialty, so when I saw this request, I got all giddy. However, I do want to apologize for how long it took because it's been like two months and I feel really bad about it 😅🙏

Also miscommunication? Haha more like no communication

『••✎••』

Harvey Specter rarely messes up. For him, it’s always a perfect mix of confidence, arrogance, and planning. It was the one thing you always loved about him. Sure, he could be an ass at times, but the man knew how to work the courtroom, and as he always says, he plays the man, not the role.

You can still remember how it all started. It was a slow summer night, and you both happened to be at the bar that evening. For different reasons, of course.

For him, it was a celebration of a win for his client. Usually, he’d celebrate alone in the office with a bottle of wine, but the world worked in mysterious ways.

For you, it wasn’t a celebration or a happy event for work at all. You were there for a break. It had been an extremely stressful day, and all you wanted to do was drink and think about something other than work.

That was until a drunk man ruined your night.

He had approached you with some words that made your skin crawl and a touch that made you nauseous. You quickly got up to leave, but before you could, he held you down. You tried to push away, but he had a firm grip on your arm, and you couldn't get away from him.

That’s when you felt a set of strong arms pull him off you and into a chair. Your eyes widened, and that feeling in your chest fluttered when you were met with the kindest brown eyes you've ever seen.

They were warm, and even though he was mad, he still looked like he had just woken up from a dream. He looked like a male model. You were completely infatuated.

“You alright, hunny?” His voice was gentle and quiet. His voice was like a lullaby and the only thing you could focus on in the noisy bar.

You didn’t even register the nickname.

It was only when he referred to you as “his wife" that you finally snapped out of it.

You were about to argue back, but he took your hand in his and leaned forward to your ear. His breath was warm, and your body reacted on its own.

To some, it would look like an endearing kiss on the cheek, but in reality, he was only whispering.

“Just play along. Marriage will scare him off faster than anything.” There was humor in his tone, and you could feel the smile in his voice.

You nodded in agreement, not wanting to deal with an uncomfortable situation, and as it turns out, Harvey Specter knows exactly how to get someone to back down.

It took all but a few minutes, and he was able to scare the man away. Afterward, you offered your hand to shake his in thanks, and even though he gave you a charming smile, it was his eyes you were most drawn to.

That night, you were sure you were in love.

Since that night, you found yourself frequently going to that bar and talking to the handsome stranger. You fell in love with the way he always paid attention and asked questions about your life and your work. His words were like a breeze in the summer, making you feel alive and warm. He was so easy to talk to, and you were surprised at how quickly you became comfortable around him.

You would ask each other questions, flirt, and even laugh. Sometimes, you would go out to dinner. Nothing too formal, usually just for sushi and wine, but the night would be perfect.

As the months rolled by, he began to be the best part of your day. Whenever you saw him, it would brighten your day, and whenever he'd smile, it would warm your soul.

But one day, that all changed.

Harvey became colder towards you, and you began to wonder if you had done something wrong. But it was never you. It was always Harvey who started the arguments. It was always Harvey who pushed you away, but never you.

It was a Tuesday evening, and you had just returned from work. You expected the day to be stressful as usual, but nothing could prepare you for what came that evening.

You were about to get a glass of water when Harvey stormed in, tie in hand with a pissed-off look in his eye.

“Hey Harv…” You started, but Harvey cut you off.

"Don’t.” He didn’t even look at you, only shrugging off his coat and tossing it on the hook. “I’m not in the mood.”

He didn't even glance your way before he walked over to the fridge and opened it. He rummaged through the fridge for a few minutes before taking out a beer. He opened the bottle, took a swig, and let out a loud sigh. You stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. You wanted to comfort him, but your legs were glued to the floor, unable to move.

"What do you want for dinner? I'm going to order takeout," He said, not even looking at you.

You remained quiet, unsure if you should speak or not.

Harvey didn't speak much more that night. The only words he spoke were asking you what you wanted and when it would be there. But other than that, it was quiet. You ate your takeout in silence and took your bath without saying a word.

In the morning, he was gone before you woke. You assumed he went to work, and when you checked your phone, you were right. He texted you to say that he would be at work all day. It wasn't until that evening that you found out what was going on.

And you didn’t figure it out from him.

Donna. She had told you after you called her for help, asking her why he was acting so strangely.

And thus, the big fight that made Harvey mess up for once. You didn’t mean to blow up at him, but with his constant avoiding and refusal to speak, you got mad.

He thought you were pissed about the dishes and didn't take it seriously at first, but when you began to yell, he realized that wasn't the issue.

"I can’t keep doing this. I know it’s hard for you given how it is at work, but… God, Harvey, I feel like I don't even know you anymore!"

He scoffed and gave you a look you knew too well.

"You can't even spend five seconds with me without snapping or accusing me of something, and that’s not even the worst part," You shook your head and clenched your fists.

Harvey didn’t say anything, only folding his arms and watching you closely.

"You don't talk to me anymore, you don't pay attention, you're just cold." Your eyes stung as you said those words. The reality of it all was just hitting you, and the longer it went on, the worse you felt. "You used to be so sweet, and I used to feel like we were the best team."

“What’re you saying?” Harvey asked, taking a step closer to you.

"I’m saying how I hate that I always have to call Donna and tell her that, 'Harvey’s lashing out again, what happened this time?' when I should be hearing about what's going on from you. But you never open up. You don't tell me how your day is going; you don't tell me how your firm is. I don't know what's wrong. I never know what’s wrong. And when I ask, you either tell me it's nothing or say nothing at all.”

Your voice broke slightly, and you looked away. You couldn't bear to look at Harvey right then. It felt like everything you were saying was a slap in the face to him, and you couldn't stand it. You didn't want to hurt him. You didn't want to be a bad person. You wanted to be good for Harvey. You loved him more than anything, but you couldn't take the pain any longer.

"And now, I just feel like you don't care about me, that you don't love me, that you don't love anything at all. It's like you don't care about anything that I've done for you, that you're just walking away from it all like it doesn't mean anything to you. I can't keep living like this."

You held your tears back, but you didn't say anything else.

You started heading toward the door, not wanting to look at him, but he quickly grabbed your arm and turned you around. He looked like he was going to say something, but before he could, you spoke.

"Just let go.” Your voice was quiet. You couldn't bear to look at him anymore. You tried to pull your arm back, but Harvey wouldn't let go.

"Where are you going?" He asked, and you could hear the pain in his voice. You could tell he wanted to say more, but he couldn't find the words. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I'm going to think. So, why don’t you do the same and then call Donna and ask her what you should do because she seems to be the only one who knows what's going on with you."

You started heading for the door once again, and when he didn't stop you this time, you pulled your arm out of his grasp.

You could still feel the sting when you woke up the next day, but you were glad it was gone.

After that day, Harvey called you, and you ignored him. Seeing his name pop up on the screen only made you sad, and you didn't know how to deal with that, so you put your phone away, unanswered, and shut him out.

Your parents' house was always open to you, so you spent a few nights there to clear your mind.

As you sat there, watching some crappy romance movie with your family, you only thought about him. The good times. The happy times. The laughs. The smiles. The love.

Harvey always had problems with committing to anything. You knew that before you got together.

You remember all the arguments you had about it. How he would always say everything but the word "love” because he was too scared that you would leave once it was out in the open.

And now, with everything you just went through, you didn't think you would ever forgive yourself if you left. You would never be able to forgive yourself if you abandoned the man you loved, who you knew loved you just as much.

You spent hours debating in your head on if it was worth it. Suppose it was worth fighting for.

And that's when it hit you.

The realization of it all.

He was a lawyer. It's his nature to fight. His nature is to argue and argue until the end. He would never admit defeat or admit defeat was even possible. And you were the person he was willing to fight for and fight for you he would.

The night you decided to go home and face him came faster than you thought. And you didn’t even make it out of your parent's house because he was waiting for you at the front door.

Regret was in those beautiful eyes. He wasn’t in a suit, either. He was in jeans and a T-shirt with a sweater, and he looked so casual but, at the same time, so handsome. You wanted to reach out and touch him, just to see if he was real, but you held yourself back.

You stood there and looked at him, and he looked right back at you. He didn't move, didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke volumes.

And then he finally spoke.

"I messed up," Harvey said quietly, stepping closer to you.

You nodded.

"I should've talked to you sooner, but I was afraid that if I did, you wouldn't understand. I was afraid that you'd look at me the same way as everyone else. I was afraid that you wouldn't love me anymore."

"I never stopped loving you, Harvey," You said quietly, looking up at him. "I just stopped thinking you loved me back."

He took another step closer to you, and before he could say another word, you had your arms wrapped around him. Your body fit against his like it was supposed to be there, and he did the same.

Your foreheads touched, and you looked into his eyes. He looked into yours.

"I love you.”

Your eyes met, and you practically almost burst into tears. You had waited for him to say it for so long.

"I love you so much." He whispered, “And I’m sorry I didn’t show it. I’m sorry I made you doubt that."

You sniffled and nodded. “You know you’re being the most Hallmark cliche ever right now, right?" You let out a small laugh, wiping away a few tears that were escaping you. "Hot lawyer and a tearful confession. All we need now is a dog."

Harvey laughed and looked away for a second. "Don’t forget about the townspeople watching us from their windows and cheering."

“Like who? Donna?”

"Well, I was going to say your parents, but sure. Let's just add Donna." He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose.

"You really do love me, right? And you aren't just saying it for a townsperson's sake?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

Harvey put his hands on your waist and looked at you, still smiling.

“I’m saying it for the dog.”

“Harvey.” You gave him a look.

"Alright, alright. I'm saying it for the townspeople. For Donna, if she were here."

“Mhmm... and for yourself?"

Harvey stared into your eyes and gave you the most gentle smile you had ever seen.

"And for you." He whispered.

That was it. That was the moment you knew it was real. You could feel it in your heart, in your bones, and in your very soul.

You kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulled you closer to him, and you pressed your body against him.

It felt like time had stopped as the kiss lingered on for what felt like years. His lips moved with yours, and you felt like your soul was leaving your body and going to heaven. It felt like a dream. It was a dream.

And for you, that would be your happy ending.

The world worked in mysterious ways, and so did Harvey Specter. But one thing you learned about Harvey is that he knows exactly how to work the world.

And after that night? He definitely worked it for you.

[n0vazsq]

Anything for you | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x gf!reader

summary . . . Asking Hector if he would kiss his ex to save your life turns into something much more heated than what you expected

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.6k+

warnings . . . kissing so fucking much

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . DIED writing this. literally started blushing anf got butterflies. ITS MY OWN WRTIING??? talk about narcissus no.2

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @ann6ella ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . You leaned back against the couch, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. You had to know, just had to know, what Hector would say to a question like this.

You casually tossed the question his way, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Would you kiss your ex to save my life?"

Hector froze, his brows furrowing as his gaze shifted to the side, clearly trying to process the question. He blinked a few times, almost like he was testing the words in his mind, as if trying to figure out if he’d heard you right.

"What kind of question is that?" Hector finally said, his voice thick with confusion and a hint of concern. "Why would you even ask me that?"

You couldn’t help but smile, watching his reaction as he mentally scrambled to find an answer. He leaned forward, eyes flicking back to you, but there was an almost comically anxious expression on his face.

You could practically see the wheels turning in his head, as though he was trying to figure out the best possible response to avoid any kind of disaster.

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly not sure how to respond to such an odd question.

"What question is that?" Hector scoffed, leaning back into the couch with a raised eyebrow. He shot you a playful look, but there was a slight edge of frustration in his voice. "You want me to kiss my ex? To save you? What, do I have to give up my dignity along with my kisses now?"

"It’s a hypothetical," you teased, resting your chin in your hand, genuinely curious about how he’d answer. "I mean, if it was really a life or death situation, would you do it? Kiss your ex to save me?"

You couldn’t help but laugh at how flustered he was. This was Hector, usually so confident, so cocky, yet here he was, stumbling over a simple hypothetical question.

"It’s just a what if," you teased, not letting up. "I mean, you would do it, right? If it meant saving my life?"

Hector’s face grew even more serious, as though you were asking him to solve a complex riddle instead of just throwing out a teasing question. His eyes flickered to the ceiling and back to you, and he let out a frustrated sigh.

"I don’t know! This is a loaded question, tesoro," he said, his voice sounding almost defeated, like he’d been given an impossible task. "I mean, it’s not like I want to kiss my ex. But you’re my girlfriend… I’d do anything for you. But it’s my ex, you know?"

You could barely hold back your laughter. Watching Hector struggle with the answer was honestly too entertaining. He was a man who always had an answer, a response, an opinion on everything, yet here he was, completely thrown off by a simple hypothetical.

"But you love me, right?" you pressed, smiling even wider now, enjoying the way he squirmed under your teasing gaze.

"Of course I do!" he shot back, raising his hands in exasperation. "I’d do anything for you! But kissing my ex…" He trailed off, visibly flustered. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed by the thought. "I don’t know how to answer this without it sounding like I actually want to kiss her."

You laughed, feeling a little guilty for tormenting him, but honestly, his reactions were just too priceless. Hector was usually the one in control, always calm, collected, but here he was, as flustered as anyone could be.

"Okay, okay," you said, softening your tone. "What if you had to? Like, no other choice but to kiss her to save my life. No hesitation. Would you do it?"

Hector’s jaw clenched, and he looked like he was about to explode, torn between the two things he loved. You or the weird necessity of kissing his ex.

Finally, he let out a dramatic sigh. "I guess if it really was life or death… I'd kiss her. But that doesn’t mean I’d like it!" he said, his face scrunching up in distaste. "I’d probably feel like I need a shower afterward."

You leaned in, pecking him lightly on the lips. "That’s all I needed to hear," you said, your voice soft and teasing.

Hector’s eyes widened. "Wait what? You’re okay with that? I mean, I didn’t even-" He froze as realization dawned on him. "You just… you really threw me off with that question."

You laughed againn, shaking your head. "I was just messing with you. You’re so cute when you struggle with things like this."

Hector slouched back on the couch, looking both defeated and amused at the same time. "You’re evil," he muttered. "But I’d still kiss you a million times over, even if it meant facing my ex for the rest of my life."

You smiled, feeling a warm rush in your chest at his sincerity, despite the chaos of his answer. "I know you would. And I love you for it."

He sighed in relief. "Good. Because that was way more complicated than it should've been."

And as you nestled into his side, resting your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but think that Hector's struggle to answer might just have been the most entertaining thing you'd ever seen.

"Hey." Hector said, voice breaking through the quiteness of the room.

"Yeah?"

"Do you what another answer would be?" You sat, now looking at him with full interest in your eyes.

His expression shifted, and suddenly, you could see the gears turning in his head. A smug grin began to spread across his face, his confidence coming back rapidly. He leaned in closer, eyes locking onto yours, and there was something dangerously playful in his gaze.

"Well, hermosa," he started, voice low and teasing, "I’m gonna show you who I would kiss to save your life."

Before you could respond, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing lightly over your cheeks, and then he leaned in, just a little too close. His lips were on yours before you could process what was happening.

This wasn’t a quick, innocent, simple kiss. No. It was deep, heated, and far more than what you had been expecting. His lips moved against yours with a sort of intensity that sent heat rushing to your cheeks.

His body leaned into yours, pressing you further into the couch, his kiss becoming more demanding, more urgent. The teasing grin that had been on his face only moments ago was now replaced by a focused determination, as if he was trying to prove a point.

You gasped when he pulled back slightly, but just enough to catch your breath, and your cheeks flared with heat. You were flushed from the kiss, completely breathless.

He smirked down at you, eyes glinting with mischief. "That’s what I’d do, mi amor," he said softly, his lips hovering just above yours, as though daring you to ask him to go further. "I’d kiss you like that and more… to save your life."

Your face burned with embarrassment, but there was no denying how good that kiss had felt. You couldn't even bring yourself to meet his eyes, suddenly feeling way too shy under his intense gaze.

His cocky, confident smirk only made it worse, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

"Now, don’t go thinking I’d kiss just anyone like that," Hector teased, his voice playful but with a hint of sincerity behind it. "But for you? I’d go to any length, carino."

You tried to hide your smile, your heart pounding from the depth of the kiss and his words. The way he said it, so effortlessly cocky, yet so full of love for you, was enough to make your insides melt.

"Okay, okay," you muttered, still blushing furiously. "I get it. You’d kiss me to save me. But you didn’t have to go all out like that."

Hector laughed, leaning down to kiss your forehead gently, his hands still resting on your cheeks. "I’m not one for half measures, carino. You’re worth every bit of it. Anyting for you."

You couldn’t help but smile at him, your heart swelling with affection despite the embarrassment he’d caused. Hector might be cocky, but when it came down to it, you knew he’d always have your back, and your heart.

Then, he leans down again, his nose almost touching yours. You can feel his breath, hot against your ear, as his hands wrap around your waist.

You start blushing furiously, your heart racing, as Hector cups your cheeks with his hands, his smirk growing wider.

His thumb gently strokes your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His lips hover just inches from yours, eyes glinting with playful mischief.

You try to look away, but his gaze locks onto yours with such intensity that you can't help but melt.

"What, you think I'm done?" he teases softly, and before you can respond, his lips lean down to meet yours again, this time with even more hunger, his kiss claiming you as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

The heat of his kiss, his teasing touch, and the way he made you feel completely lost in him made it impossible to care about anything else in that moment.

God, you'd do anything for him.

[wandering-winchesters]

The Weight of Words

Summary: When you reveal a deeply personal truth, Dean's unwavering support proves that no burden is too heavy for him to share. Trigger Warnings: self-harm, mental health struggles, intense emotional conversations, and protective behavior. Requested: Yes, by anon --

Dean hadn’t expected the day to take this kind of turn. One moment, you were sitting side by side on the worn couch in the bunker’s library, sharing stories about your teenage years. Then, you let it slip—a quiet confession you hadn’t intended to share.

“I used to self-harm,” you said, the words barely above a whisper, as though saying them too loudly might bring the memories back to life.

For a moment, Dean froze. The magazine he’d been flipping through slid from his hands and landed on the coffee table with a soft thud. He turned to you, his brows knitting together in that familiar way, his face a mixture of confusion, hurt, and worry.

“Wait… what?” His voice was cautious, like he wasn’t sure if he’d heard you right—or maybe he didn’t want to believe that he had.

You took a deep breath, your gaze fixed firmly on your hands in your lap. “It was a long time ago. Before I met you. I was going through some… stuff, and that’s how I dealt with it.”

Dean was quiet for a beat too long, and it made you glance up at him nervously. His jaw was tight, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was the kind of look you’d seen on him before—when he was barely holding himself together.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked finally, his voice low but tinged with an urgency that made your chest tighten.

You shrugged, unable to meet his gaze. “Because it’s not something I like to talk about. And I’m fine now, Dean. Really. It’s in the past.”

His scoff surprised you, a sharp exhale of disbelief. “Fine now? Come on, Y/N, you don’t just… just drop something like that and then tell me you’re fine now.”

“I am fine,” you insisted, your voice firmer this time. “I don’t do it anymore. I haven’t in years.”

“But you did,” he shot back, his voice rising slightly before he caught himself and softened his tone. “You did, and I didn’t know. You went through that alone, and I… I didn’t—dammit.” He stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair as he began to pace.

You watched him, unsure if you should say something or just let him process. This was why you hadn’t wanted to tell him—because you knew he’d take it harder than you did. Dean had a way of carrying other people’s pain like it was his own, even when you didn’t ask him to.

“I didn’t want to burden anyone,” you said quietly, breaking the silence.

Dean stopped pacing and turned to you, his expression somewhere between disbelief and anger—not at you, but at the situation. “Y/N, you could never be a burden. Do you hear me? Not to me, not to Sam, not to anyone who gives a damn about you.”

His words hit you harder than you expected, and you felt the sting of tears threatening to fall. You blinked quickly, shaking your head. “It didn’t feel that way back then. I didn’t think anyone would understand.”

Dean’s face softened, and he came back to sit beside you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, and you could feel the weight of his emotions hanging in the air. Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter but no less intense.

“I’ve been through some dark stuff too,” he admitted, his eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. “Hell, there were times I didn’t think I’d make it out. And yeah, I’ve got my ways of coping—most of ’em aren’t healthy, I’ll admit. But I had people. I had Sam. I had Bobby. You didn’t have anyone, did you?”

You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. “Not really. I didn’t let anyone in.”

He looked at you then, his green eyes filled with a sadness that made your chest ache. “Well, you’ve got me now. And you’ve got Sam, and Cas, and everyone else in this crazy life we’ve built. You don’t ever have to go through that crap alone again. You hear me?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. I hear you.”

But Dean wasn’t done. He reached out and gently took your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I’m serious, Y/N. You don’t ever let yourself get to that place again without coming to me first. I don’t care what time it is, what’s going on—you come to me, okay? Promise me.”

You hesitated for a moment, the intensity in his eyes almost overwhelming. But you could see how much this meant to him, how much he cared. “I promise.”

“Good.” He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. “Now, do me a favor and don’t keep stuff like this from me anymore. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Okay,” you said, managing a small smile. “I’ll try.”

He smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You better do more than try. You think I don’t notice when something’s off with you? I notice, Y/N. I just don’t always know how to ask.”

For the rest of the day, Dean didn’t leave you alone for long. He insisted on making dinner—though his idea of “making dinner” was ordering takeout—and suggested a movie marathon to take your mind off things.

As you sat together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and watching one of his favorite cheesy action flicks, you felt the tension in your chest start to ease. Every so often, you’d catch him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, as if he were checking to make sure you were still there, still okay.

It wasn’t just the words he’d said earlier that comforted you—it was everything he did afterward. The way he made you laugh with his over-the-top commentary on the movie. The way he reached for your hand absentmindedly, as if to remind you he was there. The way he didn’t push you to talk about anything you weren’t ready to share but made it clear he was there if you needed him.

By the time the credits rolled, you felt lighter than you had in a long time. You leaned your head against his shoulder, and he didn’t move away—just shifted slightly so you’d be more comfortable.

“Thanks, Dean,” you said softly.

“For what?” he asked, his tone casual but his expression anything but.

“For being you.”

He smirked, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “Damn right.”

But as you drifted off to sleep beside him, you knew he’d take those words to heart—and that he’d do whatever it took to keep you safe, both from the world and from yourself. Tag List: @roseblue373 @hobby27 @jc-winchester @whump-loverz @pizzagirlxnsfwx @king-of-milf-lovers

[barbiiecams]

baby trapping bfb!rafe omg 😖. it would most definitely be an accident, but now you could finally claim him. you weren’t so opposed to the fact of getting pregnant with his baby beforehand, but because sarah was genuinely your friend, you made sure not to for the time being.

now rafe? he’d be so mad yet happy at the same time. he was very reluctant to even take off the condom off with you, and this seemed like the consequence to his actions.

“right there!” you moaned out as he hit the perfect spot inside of you.

“yea? right there?” he’d taunt, smirking down at the position he had you in. he pulled out for a second which almost made you cuss him out, but then lifted one of your legs in the air and held it by the back of your thigh, plowing his way back in again.

this made your eyes roll so far back you were almost positive they got stuck for a hot minute.

“that’s the spot, huh baby?” he’d lean over and say into your ear. not being able to form words, all you could do was nod. but there was something you desperately wanted from all this.

he’d been folding you up, throwing you around and switching positions all night. and he knew exactly how you liked it. it’s like he could seriously do no wrong. all though this whole situation was wrong, you still seemed to forget that this was your friends brother. someone who’s supposed to be off limits.

but we can’t help who we like, right?

he definitely didn’t care though, matter of fact, his dirty talk never stopped about it. “yea? that feel good being fucked by your friend’s brother? imagine if she saw us now. shit, i finally wouldn’t have to hide my girl.”

and he just continues.

“yea rub that clit baby. soak this cock.”

“keep taking it baby, know you can.”

“let go baby, cum all over it.”

as soon as he felt your release, his came up not too long after.

“shit, you feel too good. gonna make me blow mine soon.” this right here is when you ask for whatever, knowing how easy it is for them to say yes when they’re balls deep, seconds away from nutting.

“inside me? please!” you’d grab onto his shoulders, while his arms were now pressing your hip down into the bed.

his movement doesn’t slow, but his face says the answer as well as his words. “you know we can’t. convincing me to go raw wasn’t enough?”

“i just wanna feel you… all full inside me.” you’d say, almost choking on your words the way he’s still milking out your orgasm.

“i’ll cum in your ass. how about that?”

“s’not the same! please, rafe. just once?”

he doesn’t answer for a little bit, but the way his face starts to scrunch up, he was bound to cum in a few seconds.

“fine,” he finally says. “better fuckin take it all.”

right after that, his hot and heavy flow streams right into you, making your brain feel like complete mush.

after a few moments of just laying there, he pulls out and lays down next to you, pulling your head into his chest. “won’t be leaving you alone anytime soon with a pussy like that.” he chuckles, & you playfully hitting his chest.

—

the only thing that brought you was a world full of trouble. because here you are now, sitting on the toilet with a nauseous stomach, and positive stick in your hand to top it off. this most definitely was not supposed to happen, but you didn’t feel that bad about it either.

taking a picture of it in your hands, you sent it to rafe then put your phone down and held your stomach again. you didn’t even need that pregnancy test. the way you were throwing up buckets confirmed it by itself.

not even 5 minutes later, he texts you back.

“didn’t i tell you it was a bad idea? now how are you gonna tell sarah, cus im not.”

now that was definitely something you weren’t thinking about in the heat of the moment.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

What if Platonic!Damien actually managed to run away with the reader. How would everyone else react???

Alfred is completely and utterly relieved to hear the news that Damian finally got the Reader out and away from this deplorable situation. Whether he helped make it happen or not, Alfred would be so happy just imagining Damian and the Reader running off into the sunset, far, far away from Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim and the manor. He’d have to hold his true thoughts and feelings on the matter close to his chest but he is truly grateful that the two of them got out. Alfred knows damn well that Bruce and the others won’t give up on finding and bringing Damian and the Reader home but he’ll do as much as he can to make it as difficult as possible for them to be found. Even if he has to betray Bruce’s trust to the maximum, he’ll do it. He has to.

Bruce would be livid, but not at first. I could see him (and the others) thinking that this is all just Damian being dramatic and trying to have the Reader’s attention all to himself like per usual but this time Damian isn’t cooping the Reader up in his room or locking him and the Reader up in the Reader’s room and keeping everyone else out, this time Damian’s taken them completely out of the manor and out of Gotham for that matter. It isn’t until it’s been made more than apparent that Damian has no intention of coming back with the Reader (or at all) or even letting them see the Reader that Bruce becomes much more serious and intense about the situation at hand. Not to mention finding out that Alfred has been aiding in the efforts of keeping Damian and the Reader in the wind adds even more to the feelings of hurt and betrayal running rampant in Bruce. But he won’t give. Even if he can’t ever truly trust Alfred ever again, or the fact that he will surely have to severely punish both Damian and the Reader when he finds them, Bruce won’t stop for anything.

Dick would be pretty upset but even then I don’t think he would take it too seriously or at the very least wouldn’t want to believe that Damian would do that to them until it became glaringly obvious that yes he did do just that. Dick would wholeheartedly believe that he could convince both Damian and the Reader to come back home, whether they actually do is another thing. But he would try, and I mean by any means. Dick is extremely manipulative and especially desperate in this situation making his manipulation know no bounds. He’ll say whatever and do whatever if it means his darling is coming home.

Jason would be absolutely livid right off the bat. He’s ready to go kick Damian’s ass and bring their darling home the second he gets word of what’s happened, whether he comes back with Damian in tow is something else. To say Jason is pissed would be an understatement, he can’t say he’s actually surprised about any of this but he’s certainly annoyed by it. Who the hell even gave the brat the idea that he could just steal their darling away from them like that? Jason already wasn’t too happy to have to share to begin with but this, this isn’t gonna happen. Not on his watch. And the moment when Bruce gives him the go ahead to be rough with Damian when they find out where exactly the two of you have been hiding, Jason couldn’t be more thrilled.

Tim would immediately be set on trying to find where in the hell the two of you could be hiding out. Talk about losing sleep, he wouldn’t so much as allow himself to blink until he found the exact coordinates to their darling’s location. This boy is pulling out all the tricks. The only way he’ll finally be able to rest is when he has his darling in his arms again and so help him he fucking will. As much as he’d love to get a few hits in on Damian when they finally find the two of them, Tim would much rather just get to feel their darling again. Make sure they’re okay before he takes them out of the hideout they’ve surely been cooped up in to leave Bruce, Dick, and Jason to deal with Damian while he finally gets that long awaited nap he so deserves and getting to cuddle up with his darling too.

[fictionismyreality3]

Finally Home

Price x Reader

Tags: possessive!price if you squint

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it

Notes: I didn’t mean for this to get so emotional but I’m pms-ing 😭

After packing up his boots, still coated in the dust of a foreign country, Price slung his well-travelled gear bag over his shoulders. Giving a quick goodbye to Laswell and the rest of those he knew on base, he clambered in his truck, the engine roaring to life as he began the drive back to his little piece of sanctuary.

To you.

The small townhouse was the most you’d allowed Price to buy. Despite his insistence on wanting to get you a massive farm house, you had to remind him that you didn’t know the first thing about horses, let alone sheep.

He remembered that day well. The giggles you gave him while you teased him endlessly, how you eventually signed the papers to the townhouse while sitting on his lap.

His baby.

None of the team knew you personally except Laswell, who you’d met a few times when you were wading through the endless paperwork of trying to marry a man who didn’t exist. The rest of the 141 knew Price had a girl, but to his content possessiveness, none of them knew you were his wife.

Soap had jeered him about you till he landed him self on cleaning duty, Gaz had tried to sweet talk him into divulging the depth of your relationship, and Ghost had even noticed the ring on the chain he wore before he had the chance to tuck it under his shirt.

There was nothing he wanted more than to make sure your life stayed as far removed as possible from his work. Price had lost many nights of sleep when you first started dating, heavy hearted as he weighed the outcomes of you getting involved with him.

So he kept you tucked away, safe from all the dangers he could possibly prevent.

It wasn’t the best situation, especially for a marriage, but somehow after everything he’d done, all the days he’d missed, you were always there, waiting with open arms to welcome him home.

His last deployment had been the toughest in a while. Nothing he couldn’t handle in terms of the mission, but it had been 3 months since he saw you, and 1 since he had to cut contact for the missions sake.

You always understood somehow. The little clues he’d leave you in his messages let you know when he had to go dark for a while.

Love you more than the stars.

A phrase you’d both decided on. Inconspicuous enough that no one with cruel intentions would think much of it, but special for you. It was just something he did to settle your mind on long deployments, let you know he was safe even when he couldn’t talk.

Even though he was back stateside, Price didn’t want to risk sending you a message to let you know he was home, not at least until he could switch out his phone.

Pulling up to your house, he cut the engine to his truck with a little grin, knowing you’d be surprised when he walked in.

The key was still under the pot on the porch, and the house smelled just like it always did, the scent of cinnamon candles you kept constantly burning, even though he told you you needed fresh air, hit his nose instantly. You must have went to those pottery classes he got you, because he could see two new vases on the entryway table. A little lopsided but full of heart.

Just like you.

Price could pick up the faint sound of the tv, knowing you were no doubt on the couch, watching one of your favourite shows. Putting down his bags, he crept his way through the house, avoiding the creaks in the floor, a route he’d memorized a long time ago.

His heart swelled in his chest as he stood in the living room archway, his eyes falling on you instantly. You had a shocked expression on your face and were saying something, probably his name, but he could only hear his blood rushing through his head, could only focus on your pretty face and your pretty everything. How you’d look as you ran towards him, flinging yourself into his arms, your body shaking with your happy cries.

“John..” Your voice broke home out of his reverie.

His arms wrapped around you, tucking you against his chest liked you’d always belonged there. “I’m here now, luvie.” He hushed you, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m home.”

[domoriu]

take a peek ೀ⋆ k.lh & h.ts

perv!taesan who has a secret crush on his bestriends girlfriend. he knows its wrong, but you were just so pretty.

leehan x f!reader x taesan wc. 1.9k warnings. smut 18+ MDNI , voyeurism , exhibitionism , there’s not any talk about protection so that can be up to you , rough sex , pussy slapping , squirting , this is a gongfourz version of the fic i made for riize 03z on my other blog !!

leehan knew about taesans little crush on you, but he knew his friend wouldn’t try to do anything with you. and leehan knew that you wouldn’t go after taesan, even if the boy was cute. you were a loyal girl, and he concluded that taesan wasn’t even your type after seeing the guys you dated before him.

another reason why leehan wasn’t worried, was because he fucked you like no other man has. and that's how taesan found himself in the situation he was in now.

he had gotten off work a bit earlier than usual, and he was on his way back to his apartment. he texted leehan to see if he was home, but no response. he didn’t think too much of it though, he usually had his phone on dnd and it wasn’t a big deal if he didn’t get a text back.

stepping inside of his shared apartment, his ears were instantly filled with the sound of moans filling the unit. he stopped dead in his tracks, scanning his surroundings to make sure he wouldn’t walk into anything in the common areas. after taking his shoes off and quietly walking further into the apartment, he concluded that it was coming from leehans room.

he took small steps down the hallway, not wanting the two of you to hear him. it wasn’t a surprise that you two were having sex, it would be a surprise if you two weren’t having sex. every time you came over, taesan would be able to hear your moans through the apartment. even if you were being ‘quiet’ , the way his room was just the door next to leehans so he could hear you even if it was muffled. he would never bring it up though, and if you or leehan asked if it was an issue taesan would just say he couldn’t hear or that he had his headphones in.

but that was never the case. he always listened. sometimes he would listen from his room, sometimes he would lean on the door to be able to hear you clearly.

and since you were under the impression that taesan wasn’t home, there was no holding back. when he got closer to the door, he realized that it wasn’t fully closed. it was just enough for him to be able to see through without being noticed at a first glance. he might have listened into you guys fucking, but he’s never seen you two in action. he should just turn around, go into his room as quiet as he can and listen in like usual, but he doesn’t.

he gets a bit closer to the crack in the door, and he can get a full view of you both on the bed. leehan was behind you, both of your bodies facing the door while he fucked you from behind.

taesan could feel his cock throb in his pants while he watched, knowing he should be looking away. but he couldn’t, he’s always wanted to see you like this. his hand reaches into his pants, palming himself through his boxers. he sighs, the straining in his groin starting to subside.

you were a blubbering mess. leehan had one hand holding your arms behind your back while his other hand held your head against the bed. the makeup you had on running down your face and staining the sheets, and every word you tried to get out was incoherent.

it was something he’d never seen before. the way he manhandled you was something out of a porno. taesan wasn't a virgin, but he wasn’t very experienced, and he definitely wasn’t having sex like this.

“l-leehan” strings of his name and various profanities leave your lips, the sound of his hips colliding with your ass repeatedly.

taesan finally reached through his boxers now to grab his cock, a whimper leaving his lips before he could catch himself. he was praying that it wasn't loud, but the fear of getting caught wasn’t enough for him to hide.

little did taesan know, he was caught. before taesan made his quiet trail down the hall, leehan knew the slight sounds of the front door opening and closing. leehan didn’t care about getting caught fucking you, taking pride in making you feel good and he thought taesan would just go in to his room and act like normal. but then he remembered he hadn’t fully closed the door. so while he was flipping your position, his eyes peered to the door that was 3/4 closed and he could see the figure of taesan standing there. not like you would have noticed, leehan pressing your face into the bed and fucking you to the point you could barely keep your eyes open.

leehan would be lying if he said this didn’t spur him on more, giving him the stamina to fuck you harder and put on a show for his unexpected audience. if taesan wanted to watch you two fuck, then that’s what he’s going to get.

taesan had to be in a dream. there was no way that this was how you got fucked, so helpless and dumbed down. you carried yourself pretty strongly outside of the bedroom, so he would never guess that you could be so submissive. his hand was moving to the pace of leehans hips, occasionally squeezing himself to mimic the feeling of a pussy clenching around him. he imagined it was yours, imagined that he was the one in place of leehan. he wished he was the one who got to have you like that, to give you pleasure and to use your body for his own. he tucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down onto the flesh to keep himself from moaning out loud.

“you’re taking my cock so well, princess. you like it when i fuck you like this huh?” he leans over you, hand letting go of your arms so he could hold himself up. he was right in your ear now, his tone letting you know the question wasn’t rhetorical and he expected your response.

“mhm-! love it so much hannie” you whine, pressing your hips back. his cock pressing deep inside you creating a delicious amount of pressure.

taesans vision was getting blurry, even if he was pumping his cock at the same unforgiving pace leehan was hammering his own into your cunt, he still felt that painful ache even if he felt like he could just cum from looking at the scene in front of him.

leehan lifts himself back up, hand that held himself up moving to your bicep, pulling your body up with his. he held you up by the base of your throat, other hand on your waist while he pressed his chest into your back. your skin ran cold from the new position despite the absolute fire you felt between your legs.

the hand that was sinking into your hip was now traveling down to find your clit, and you let out a choked out sob at the contact to the throbbing bud.

“fuck, h-hannie,” your hand struggling to grasp onto the boys wrist to stop the abuse to your clit. he takes his fingers off you for a second, just to swat your hand away and then he’s giving a sharp slap to your clit which forces another choked sob to come out of you.

“stop fighting and take it, princess” the words he spoke in your ear were like venom, laced with that sweet voice of his. you opened your eyes as much as you could, struggling to keep up with the way leehan was handling you. your eyes scanned the room through hooded eyes, and that’s when you saw the figure of taesan staring through the door with his hand in his pants.

eyes now fully open, you squeeze hard on the hand leehan had on your neck, trying to get his attention. “leehan, the door” you hold onto him, words coming out so quiet you wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t hear you.

“mhm, what about it?” he doesn’t even care, continuing to fuck you while he talks for only you to hear.

you squeeze his hand. “t- ngh- taesans home. the door-”

“don’t let him stop you baby. let him see how good i fuck you” his hand moves up further up your throat, squeezing slightly making your eyes roll back “bet it’s turning you on being watched,” your eyes move back to the door, taesan was still there. his lips parted slightly while he jerks himself off. how long has he been there for? how long did leehan know?

“feel you clenching around me, you like being watched, huh?” he teases in your ear, biting down on the lobe slightly before he squeezes his fingers around your throat again. “shit, im gonna cum baby” with a few more hard thrusts, he cums, hips stilling as he groans in your ear. he holds you in place for a moment, catching his breath.

he lets go of your throat and removes his fingers from your clit, pushing your body back onto the bed and you immediately grab the sheets under you, trembling as he slides out of you and flips you over. you can see him now, and he has a new look in his eye that he doesn’t have normally, it’s darker, like he was plotting something.

taesan was frozen, not even touching himself anymore but just watching. he has his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it tightly as he took in everything in front of him. leehan opened your legs, trailing his fingers all across your body but not giving you anything, just watching as your body melts into his touch.

his fingers are back on your clit, and you writhe under his touch. he spreads your folds open with his other hand, the feeling making you bite back a scream. your hand reaches for his again, and he shoves your hand away, and then another slap to your clit. “you’re doing taesan a favor, you know. poor boy never gets to fuck, he just jerks off in his room every night wishing he could fuck this pretty pussy, he doesn’t even know how much of a slut you are,”

taesan whimpers, humiliated by the fact that leehan had caught on to his little secret crush on you, and how he just exposed said secret to you.

“oh my god” you whine, you want to cum so bad, the release you craved so close but so far, leehan making sure he gave you enough to keep you on edge but not enough for you to tip over. you didn’t even care about who was watching anymore, you just wanted to cum. he slaps your clit again, and again, and again, until you're shaking and begging him to stop. it was too much, your clit was numb and throbbing and your cunt was aching with need.

“show taesan how you cum for me, baby.” two fingers plunging into you, curling to hit that sensitive spot to get you to your peak. his palm grazing your clit with each thrust, and you were grabbing onto his forearm, fingernails digging into the skin as you finally reached your peak.

you covered your mouth as a strangled sob was ripped from your throat, gushing around leehans hand while he praised you, strings of good girl and there you go coming out as he brought you down from your high.

the both of you turned to the door, only to see that it had been shut. taesan had went back to his room quietly, humping his hand until he came all over his shirt.

there was no way he would be able to face you again after this.

[prodbyton]

take a peek ☆ h.sh & l.sh

hong seunghan x reader ft.sohee

perv!sohee who has a secret crush on his bestriends girlfriend. he knows its wrong, but you were just so pretty.

🎀 cw. smut 18+ MDNI , fem!reader , voyeurism , exhibitionism , there’s not any talk about protection so that can be up to you , rough sex , pussy slapping , squirting (?? its hinted) , sohee just watches y/n get fucked lol. real nasty stuff

⭐️ wc.1.9k

seunghan knew about sohees little crush on you, but he knew his friend wouldn’t try to do anything with you. and seunghan knew that you wouldn’t go after sohee, even if the boy was cute. you were a loyal girl, and he concluded that sohee wasn’t even your type after seeing the guys you dated before him.

another reason why seunghan wasn’t worried, was because he fucked you like no other man has. and that's how sohee found himself in the situation he was in now.

he had gotten off work a bit earlier than usual, and he was on his way back to his apartment. he texted seunghan to see if he was home, but no response. he didn’t think too much of it though, he usually had his phone on dnd and it wasn’t a big deal if he didn’t get a text back.

stepping inside of his shared apartment, his ears were instantly filled with the sound of moans filling the unit. he stopped dead in his tracks, scanning his surroundings to make sure he wouldn’t walk into anything in the common areas. after taking his shoes off and quietly walking further into the apartment, he concluded that it was coming from seunghans room.

he took small steps down the hallway, not wanting the two of you to hear him. it wasn’t a surprise that you two were having sex, it would be a surprise if you two weren’t having sex. every time you came over, sohee would be able to hear your moans through the apartment. even if you were being ‘quiet’ , the way his room was just the door next to seunghans so he could hear you even if it was muffled. he would never bring it up though, and if you or seunghan asked if it was an issue sohee would just say he couldn’t hear or that he had his headphones in.

but that was never the case. he always listened. sometimes he would listen from his room, sometimes he would lean on the door to be able to hear you clearly.

and since you were under the impression that sohee wasn’t home, there was no holding back. when he got closer to the door, he realized that it wasn’t fully closed. it was just enough for him to be able to see through without being noticed at a first glance. he might have listened into you guys fucking, but he’s never seen you two in action. he should just turn around, go into his room as quiet as he can and listen in like usual, but he doesn’t.

he gets a bit closer to the crack in the door, and he can get a full view of you both on the bed. seunghan was behind you, both of your bodies facing the door while he fucked you from behind.

sohee could feel his cock throb in his pants while he watched, knowing he should be looking away. but he couldn’t, he’s always wanted to see you like this. his hand reaches into his pants, palming himself through his boxers. he sighs, the straining in his groin starting to subside.

you were a blubbering mess. seunghan had one hand holding your arms behind your back while his other hand held your head against the bed. the makeup you had on running down your face and staining the sheets, and every word you tried to get out was incoherent.

it was something he’d never seen before. the way he manhandled you was something out of a porno. sohee wasn't a virgin, but he wasn’t very experienced, and he definitely wasn’t having sex like this.

“s-seunghan” strings of his name and various profanities leave your lips, the sound of his hips colliding with your ass repeatedly.

sohee finally reached through his boxers now to grab his cock, a whimper leaving his lips before he could catch himself. he was praying that it wasn't loud, but the fear of getting caught wasn’t enough for him to hide.

little did sohee know, he was caught. before sohee made his quiet trail down the hall, seunghan knew the slight sounds of the front door opening and closing. seunghan didn’t care about getting caught fucking you, taking pride in making you feel good and he thought sohee would just go in to his room and act like normal. but then he remembered he hadn’t fully closed the door. so while he was flipping your position, his eyes peered to the door that was ¾ closed and he could see the figure of sohee standing there. not like you would have noticed, seunghan pressing your face into the bed and fucking you to the point you could barely keep your eyes open.

seunghan would be lying if he said this didn’t spur him on more, giving him the stamina to fuck you harder and put on a show for his unexpected audience. if sohee wanted to watch you two fuck, then that’s what he’s going to get.

sohee had to be in a dream. there was no way that this was how you got fucked, so helpless and dumbed down. you carried yourself pretty strongly outside of the bedroom, so he would never guess that you could be so submissive. his hand was moving to the pace of seunghans hips, occasionally squeezing himself to mimic the feeling of a pussy clenching around him. he imagined it was yours, imagined that he was the one in place of seunghan. he wished he was the one who got to have you like that, to give you pleasure and to use your body for his own. he tucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down onto the flesh to keep himself from moaning out loud.

“you’re taking my cock so well, princess. you like it when i fuck you like this huh?” he leans over you, hand letting go of your arms so he could hold himself up. he was right in your ear now, his tone letting you know the question wasn’t rhetorical and he expected your response.

“mhm! love it so much hannie” you whine, pressing your hips back. his cock pressing deep inside you creating a delicious amount of pressure.

sohees vision was getting blurry, even if he was pumping his cock at the same unforgiving pace seunghan was hammering his own into your cunt, he still felt that painful ache ven if he felt like he could just cum from looking at the scene in front of him.

seunghan lifts himself back up, hand that held himself up moving to your bicep, pulling your body up with his. he held you up by the base of your throat, other hand on your waist while he pressed his chest into your back. your skin ran cold from the new position despite the absolute fire you felt between your legs.

the hand that was sinking into your hip was now traveling down to find your clit, and you let out a choked out sob at the contact to the throbbing bud.

“fuck, h-hannie,” your hand struggling to grasp onto the boys wrist to stop the abuse to your clit. he takes his fingers off you for a second, just to swat your hand away and then he’s giving a sharp slap to your clit which forces another choked sob to come out of you.

“stop fighting and take it, princess” the words he spoke in your ear were like venom, laced with that sweet voice of his. you opened your eyes as much as you could, struggling to keep up with the way seunghan was handling you. your eyes scanned the room through hooded eyes, and that’s when you saw the figure of sohee staring through the door with his hand in his pants.

eyes now fully open, you squeeze hard on the hand seunghan had on your neck, trying to get his attention. “seunghan, the door” you hold onto him, words coming out so quiet you wouldn’t be surprised if he couldn’t hear you.

“mhm, what about it?” he doesn’t even care, continuing to fuck you while he talks for only you to hear.

you squeeze his hand. “s- ngh- sohees home. the door-”

“don’t let him stop you baby. let him see how good i fuck you” his hand moves up further up your throat, squeezing slightly making your eyes roll back “bet it’s turning you on being watched,” your eyes move back to the door, sohee was still there. his lips parted slightly while he jerks himself off. how long has he been there for? how long did seunghan know?

“feel you clenching around me, you like being watched, huh?” he teases in your ear, biting down on the lobe slightly before he squeezes his fingers around your throat again. “shit, im gonna cum baby” with a few more hard thrusts, he cums, hips stilling as he groans in your ear. he holds you in place for a moment, catching his breath.

he lets go of your throat and removes his fingers from your clit, pushing your body back onto the bed and you immediately grab the sheets under you, trembling as he slides out of you and flips you over. you can see him now, and he has a new look in his eye that he doesn’t have normally, it’s darker, like he was plotting something.

sohee was frozen, not even touching himself anymore but just watching. he has his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, holding it tightly as he took in everything in front of him. seunghan opened your legs, trailing his fingers all across your body but not giving you anything, just watching as your body melts into his touch.

his fingers are back on your clit, and you writhe under his touch. he spreads your folds open with his other hand, the feeling making you bite back a scream. your hand reaches for his again, and he shoves your hand away, and then another slap to your clit. “you’re doing sohee a favor, you know. poor boy never gets to fuck, he just jerks off in his room every night wishing he could fuck this pretty pussy, he doesn’t even know how much of a slut you are,”

sohee whimpers, humiliated by the fact that seunghan had caught on to his little secret crush on you, and how he just exposed said secret to you.

“oh my god” you whine, you want to cum so bad, the release you craved so close but so far, seunghan making sure he gave you enough to keep you on edge but not enough for you to tip over. you didn’t even care about who was watching anymore, you just wanted to cum. he slaps your clit again, and again, and again, until you're shaking and begging him to stop. it was too much, your clit was numb and throbbing and your cunt was aching with need.

“show sohee how you cum for me, baby.” two fingers plunging into you, curling to hit that sensitive spot to get you to your peak. his palm grazing your clit with each thrust, and you were grabbing onto his forearm, fingernails digging into the skin as you finally reached your peak.

you covered your mouth as a strangled sob was ripped from your throat, gushing around seunghans hand while he praised you, strings of good girl and there you go coming out as he brought you down from your high.

the both of you turned to the door, only to see that it had been shut. sohee had went back to his room quietly, humping his hand until he came all over his shirt.

there was no way he would be able to face you again after this.

A/N: i hope you guys liked this one! i’ve been procrastinating finishing this for a week lol but i’m glad i finally finished it. more coming soon! thank you guys so much for 200 followers btw 🥹 i appreciate it so much

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Worst Case Scenario

Summary- Gareth wants the chance to talk to you so badly, but seeing how you react to other guys approaching you only makes him more and more nervous…

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None c:

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @aidansloth @esme-viridian @morganwrites12672

(tag list is always open, please let me know if you’d like to be added 💋)

Word Count- 3.7k

“Just go up and ask!” Jeff urged Gareth as the four of them sat at a table a few rows in front of you at the library.

“I can’t!” Gareth whispered, “What if she says no?”

“What if she says yes?” Grant said, trying to push Gareth into finally being able to ask you out.

It had been months since he gained this little crush on you, and it was growing to the point of agony for him. Sneaking glances at you from across the classroom, tripping himself up in the halls from watching you walk past, and your sweet demeanor definitely wasn’t helping much.

You were so smart, so kind, and though you had barely spoken to one another aside from an occasional ‘hi’ in the halls he could tell that you were someone genuine. But seeing all the other guys get rejected day after day didn’t make him feel any better about his crush on you.

He’d seen guys approach you in class, in the halls, during lunch. At least one guy a week had the balls to ask you out on a date, and though you had always appreciated their offers, you turned down every single one. And Gareth knew he would probably just be another one of those guys you rejected.

“Stop overthinking it.” Eddie said, “If she says yes, good. If she says no, then you have your answer. Simple as that.”

Gareth knew Eddie was right. He shouldn’t pry you with things like this, and he knew that if he got another rejection he could take it well. Sure, it may hurt at first, but he’s been through it before and he can do it again. He was about to stand up and finally do it, but he stopped as he watched one of the seniors approach your table.

The boys kept themselves quiet, trying their best to hear the interaction that was about to take place. And it seemed like a few of the boys at the tables around you were doing the same thing.

Daniel McNeal was a senior, decently attractive, smart, and was quite gifted when it came to managing a schedule filled with work, school, sports, and a handful of extracurriculars to really spice up his college applications. Gareth knew now he wouldn’t stand a chance after him.

He and the boys sat back and carefully watched your interaction.

As Daniel approached your table, your head tilted up from your notebook and gave him a polite smile as he looked down to you, moving your attention quickly back into your notes.

“Hey.” He said with a smile, getting your attention once more.

You looked up once again and gave him another smile,

“Hi.”

“You’re (y/n), right?”

“Yep.” You’re went back to scribbling down a few points from your textbook, “That’s me. Why?”

“You know, i always saw glances of you in the halls,” He helped himself to the seat across from you at your table, “I just never expected you to be this pretty up close.”

You kept a kind smile on your face and let out a slow sigh, knowing exactly what was about to play out. It’s happened too many times before. You set your pencil down onto your notebook and closed it, folding your arms over it and looking up to him,

“Go on.” What you were saying would normally sound so shallow, and yet there was something about the way you said it that made it sound so syrupy sweet. No matter how humiliated all those rejected boys felt beforehand, you never made them feel bad for asking.

Daniel shot you a strange look,

“What do you mean?”

“Ask me out. I assume that’s what you came over here to talk to me about, but if it’s not then i apologize. I think i’ve been in this situation so many times things like this just come natural to me.” You giggled, making him smile.

“Pretty and smart. You’re the whole package, aren’t you?”

“I suppose so.” You shrugged.

Daniel leaned forward into the table, talking softly to you with a cocky smile on his face, thinking he’s already got you wrapped around his finger,

“Well, what do you say? You, me, saturday night, i was thinking the drive in but if that’s not your style i’d be happy to take you to dinner.”

“No thanks.” You smiled still, pulling your arms away from over your notebook before opening it back up and moving your attention back to your textbook.

Daniel gave you another confused look,

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean ‘no’ as in, ‘no, i don’t want to go out with you’. But i appreciate the offer!”

Your sweet demeanor was confusing given your answer, and Daniel was at a loss for words. He had never been rejected by a girl before, and he certainly didn’t expect you to be the first to do it. He figured with his good looks and charm he would be the one to finally break your streak of rejections, but you proved him wrong.

He watched as you happily went back to your notes, and leaned across the table to get a bit closer to you, talking in a whisper,

“Did i do something wrong?” He asked with a nervous chuckle.

“No.” You looked up to him from your notes, “It’s nothing you did. I’m not denying that you’re an attractive guy, and you seem very nice, but i’m just not interested.” You flashed him a smile and looked down back to your notes, scribbling away and leaving Daniel confused as he sat across from you.

After a few moments of silence, Daniel stood up from the chair across from you, and as he stepped away from the table you gave him one last smile before moving back to your notes. The boys were sat at their table, slack jawed after watching that scene unfold in front of them and the handful of other students sat at the tables around you.

“So she’s never going to say yes to me.” Gareth shrugged, giving up any attempts he had thought of to try and get your attention, but after watching you reject yet another guy he had no intentions of letting himself risk getting rejected.

“Stop being a pussy!” Jeff whispered through his teeth.

“Enough with that!” Gareth whispered back, quickly glancing back at you once more, watching as you continued on with your note taking, looking so peaceful as you did so, “I’ll ask… I just don’t know if i should do it now.”

“Fine then, that means she’s up for grabs.” Eddie shrugged as he sat back in his seat.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you can’t get all pissy if some other guy asks her out and she says yes. Just rip the bandaid off and do it!”

Gareth put his head in his hands and sighed, knowing that Eddie was right,

“You’re right. Fuck it.”

Gareth took one last deep breath and glanced over his shoulder at you, deeply focused on your textbook, tapping the eraser at the end of your pencil on the pages of your notebook. It was now or never.

Without another word he stood up and slowly stepped toward your table, his palms already feeling damp just from taking a few steps closer to you. He kept his breathing slow, the constant reminder in the back of his head telling himself that the worst thing that could come of this would be you saying ‘no’. Rejection wouldn’t be anything new for him, so why did it feel so different with you.

When you glanced up and met his gaze with a little smile his heart stopped, along with his feet.

You quickly looked him over, a smile still on your lips as you noticed he stopped before you,

“Hi?” You said with a little giggle.

“Hi.” Gareth said as he snapped out of his little trance, still doing his best to stay calm. But you could see that he was still a bit nervous.

“Your name’s Gareth, right?” You asked him as he stood before you, holding back a little giggle as he nodded, still standing before you. “Do you want to sit down?” You asked him, motioning your pencil to the chair across from you.

“Yeah,” He laughed to himself, clearing his throat and pulling out the chair across from you, “thanks.”

You kept a sweet smile on your lips as you went back to your notes, Gareth watching you happily scribble along the pale blue lines in your notebook. He couldn’t just sit across from you in silence.

“What class is that for?” He asked as he tried to glance into the textbook you were writing from.

“History.” You set your pencil down onto your notebook and closed it, your arms crossed over the notebook as you looked at Gareth with bright eyes, “I’ve never been that great at History so i always like to study up on it a bit more.”

“Makes sense,” Gareth smiled and shrugged, “I’m the same way with Algebra, i just can’t get that stuff down.”

You giggled as you saw him smile, and you noticed a little bit of pink on his cheeks as he heard it. It was quite cute.

“So what brought you over here to me? Aren’t you sitting over there with your friends?” You asked him, making him blush deeper with embarrassment, not knowing you had noticed he and the guys had been sitting there.

“I was.” He started, clearing his throat and doing his best to not make direct eye contact. He knew that would only make him blush worse.

“But, i saw you were sitting alone and thought maybe you’d like some company? I know you’re probably studying or something but I’m pretty good at history, i’d be glad to help if you need any.”

“You know, now that you mentioned it,” You smiled, sliding the textbook you were reading from over between the two of you, “I am having a little trouble remembering some of these dates, do you think you can help me?”

Gareth looked up with bright eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips,

“Yeah!” He quickly hushed himself, clearing his throat as he remembered you were sitting in the library, “Which ones did you need help with?”

“Um, the ones on…” You sat up slightly flipping a few pages back to find the timeline, “this page. I don’t know why, i just can’t seem to get all these dates correctly, i think because everything happened so quickly in World War 1 that i can’t seem to remember which event happened on which day.”

Gareth nodded as you explained your trouble to him, but he tended up once more as he saw you shift in your seat.

“Here, i think it’ll be easier if i came over there.”

You slid the book over to him and stood up from your chair, walking around behind him and sitting in the seat next to his. You could still see a little pink on his cheeks as you smiled to him, moving your chair a bit closer to his.

The boys tried to keep their glances over at the two of you hidden, but as soon as they saw you move closer to Gareth they couldn’t help but stare.

“She got closer to him…” Jeff whispered.

“No, i can see that, but why?” Grant whispered back.

“I can’t tell what they’re talking about,” Eddie started, watching the two of you from across the room, seeing your eyes light up a little as Gareth was pointing out something on the pages of the textbook you’d been reading from, “I mean it looks like they’re just talking about school stuff but who knows…”

They saw a few giggles from you and a nervous laugh from Gareth and only got more excited for him. Giggles were always a good sign.

“You really make all this seem so easy.” You said to Gareth as you looked up from the textbook.

“Really? I don’t know, i guess this stuff always just made sense to me.” He flashed a smile as he looked to you too, and he has finally felt himself comfortable enough to ask you what he’d been dying to ask all this time.

Unfortunately he didn’t plan for the bell to ring as soon as he parted his lips to speak.

“I should get to class,” You said apologetically, carefully shutting the text book in front of you, standing up from your chair, “I want to make sure all that stuff stays fresh in my brain for this quiz. Thanks again for your help,” You placed your hand onto his forearm and gave it a little squeeze, “i really do appreciate it. Now i know exactly who to come to when i’m having a little trouble with history.”

Gareth couldn’t help but smile as he stood with you, mustering out a quiet, “No Problem, anytime.” As he saw you walk to the other side of the table and pack up your backpack.

He glanced back at the guys, who were urging him to grow a pair and ask, not even noticing that you had stepped around him to make your way to your class.

“(y/n).” He said suddenly, even catching himself off guard as you turned back to him.

“Yeah?” You asked, a sweet smile on your lips as you took a few steps back towards him.

“Um…” He cleared his throat, not sure how to start as his eyes darted all over the room, “You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, but i think you’re a really interesting person, and if you weren’t doing anything this weekend i wanted to know if maybe you’d like to do something with me?”

“You mean like a date?”

He felt a blush rise to his cheeks again as he nodded.

“I’d love to!”

His eyes went wide, and he could tell that the other students around you turned in shock.

Out of everyone that had asked to take you out in school you had never taken anyone up on their offer, no matter who was asking or where they were taking you. Just to see that Gareth was the one who had somehow gotten you to say yes was a shock to everyone around you, including himself. This would no doubt be the gossip that ran through all the cliques at school for the next week.

“Really?” He asked quietly, still in shock.

You giggled and nodded,

“Really. It sounds like fun! Here,” You reached into your bag, grabbing a piece of stray paper and a pen from the side pocket, scribbling your name and number down onto it for him with a little heart in the corner, “call me later tonight and we’ll plan something.”

He was speechless.

He stood there for a moment, looking down at the little piece of paper in his hands, and he was hoping to god that this wasn’t just some joke. He snapped from his trance as he felt a hand slap down onto his shoulder, and as he looked up he saw the guys in front of him, wide eyed and just as shocked as he was.

“Is that her number?” Jeff asked him, snatching the piece of paper from Gareths hands as he continued watching you slowly step away.

“It is!” Grant exclaimed as he saw your handwriting, “Damn, i think this is the only time i’ve heard of her giving anyone her number, let alone say ‘yes’ to a date with anyone.”

“Yeah, and that ‘anyone’ is you!” Eddie smiled and patted him on the shoulder, “Good for you bud.”

Gareth felt like he should’ve been basking in his glory. He was the only guy that had ever gotten further than just a conversation and then a rejection with you. Out of every other guy that had tried their chance with you, soccer and basketball players, some of the smartest guys in school, even the class president tried his hand at you at one point or another and yet you chose him. He needed to know why.

Without saying a word to the guys he pushed past them, following behind you to try and catch you before you had made it to your next class. Thank god he could see your hair swaying behind you in the halls. He picked up his pace, dodging past the other students making their way to their classes before finally catching up and giving you a quick tap on the arm. You turned to him with a smile and a confused look,

“Hey, is everything ok?”

“Why did you say yes?” Gareth asked quickly as he tried to catch his breath, his nerves had left him entirely and were replaced with confusion.

“What do you mean?” You asked, quickly moving yourselves against the lockers to keep out of the way of the traffic of the other students.

“I’ve seen guys come up to you and ask you out countless times, not once have you ever said yes to any of them. But you said yes to me when i asked you.”

“I did.” You confirmed for him with a giggle, “So what’s all the confusion about?”

“I just…” He sighed and looked at the tile floor between the two of you, trying hard to not let himself get embarrassed and red faced again, “I’ve seen the kind of guys that have approached you before. You know, the smart guys and the popular guys, people that actually seem to mean something to the other people that go to this school. Im a nobody…”

Your lips curled into a sweet smile once again and you placed your hand to his cheek, gently guiding his eyes back to look into yours,

“You’re not a nobody. Just because you’re not super smart or popular doesn’t mean you’re a nobody. I think you’re a really cool person actually.”

Gareths eyes lit up and a small smile was brought to his lips.

“I think you’re very sweet, and you’re smart, and funny, and i think compared to most of the other guys that’ve asked me out you’re the one with the most personality.”

You shared a chuckle with him and saw a light pink on his cheeks once again as he tried to look away.

“You really want to know why i said yes?”

Gareth nodded slowly.

You giggled again and did your best to hide your own blush,

“Because you were nervous to talk to me. All the other guys had this arrogance to them, and i know the only reason most of them asked me was so they could add on another thing to their list of trophies. They asked me just because they wanted to see if i would actually say yes, but you asked me because you liked me. i could tell that you liked me.”

The other students had started to disappear from the halls into their classes, leaving the two of you almost entirely alone.

“Really?” He asked you quietly, “I thought girls didn’t like guys that got nervous like that.”

Another quick giggle left your lips,

“Well, i like guys that get nervous around me.” You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek, “Remember to call me later, ok? And tell your friends i said ‘hi’.” You motioned behind him and started to step away, and as Gareth turned he could see the guys standing slack jawed behind him.

He turned back but saw that you had already began your walk to class, giving him a little wave as you entered your classroom.

The boys quickly caught up to Gareth and did their best to walk through the halls to get to their own classes, but what they just witnessed would be on their minds for the rest of the day.

“What was that?” Grant asked him as they made their way down the opposite end of the hall, “Did she just kiss you?”

“On the cheek.” Gareth shrugged.

“So she did?” Jeff smiled, “Do you know what this means for you?”

“No?…” He thought to himself for a moment, “Should i?”

“It means that you hold more power than any other guy here. You not only got (y/n) to go out with you but you also got her number-“

“Oh yeah,” Gareth remembered leaving before grabbing that little slip of paper they took from him, “which one of you still has that?”

Grant reached into his jacket pocket and handed it over to Gareth,

“We didn’t copy it down or anything, this is all yours. We wouldn’t want to ruin your chances or anything.”

“Thanks.” Gareth looked down at the little scribble of your name and number on the little piece of paper in his hands, “And i didn’t make her do anything.” He said to Jeff, “I guess things just worked out right and she decided to say yes.”

“Well, how do you feel? You just got the most sought after girl in school to go out with you, you don’t seem too excited about it.” Eddie asked him with a chuckle.

“Good!” Gareth said with a big smile on his face, “Trust me, i’m over the moon about this, it just feels… strange? But i don’t know if that’s the right word.”

The class bell rung through the halls, and the boys said their quick goodbyes before running off to their classes.

“Tell us how it goes later!” Grant said as he ran down the opposite end of the hall.

“Don’t fuck this up!” Jeff laughed as he quickly stepped down the hall.

“Good job Romeo, but he’s right, don’t fuck this up.” Eddie gave him one last pat on the shoulder before slowly moving down the hall, and as Gareth watched the guys slowly disappear down the halls, he took one last look at the piece of paper in his hand.

He smiled to himself as he neatly folded the paper and carefully slipped it into his pocket, strolling slowly towards his classroom.

He didn’t care if he was late or not. Knowing that him just being him was enough for you to like him made him feel like nothing else that day could drag him down.

He couldn’t wait to get home.

[gotorux]

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Author note: This is my first time writing anything. If there is any mistakes bear with me. I had asked for requests and got an anon asking for a fight with Gojo that ends in comfort. 1.2k words

"How many late nights has this been?" you asked, as your boyfriend got yet another call from the higher ups for a mission only the great Satoru Gojo could handle. He just grinned, that infuriatingly charming grin that could melt the toughest of glaciers, but right now, felt like a slap in the face. "Just a little field trip," he said, waving a hand dismissively. “Couple of energy drinks and I’ll be fine.” 

His casualness always grates you, he never seemed to take any of your concerns seriously. This wasn't "a couple of energy drinks" kind of situation. This was another cursed spirit, another scary experience that he brushed off like a stray piece of lint on his pristine white shirt. You'd seen the exhaustion etched onto his face, the way his usually vibrant blue eyes held a dull, weary glimmer. He’d been pushing himself too hard, running on fumes for months. The casual jokes, the lighthearted dismissals of his lack of sleep…it wasn't funny anymore.

"Gojo, this isn't funny," your voice finally cracked, holding a sharpness to it that you hadn’t intended to leak through. His carefree attitude crumbled a fraction at your words, a flicker of something akin to guilt crossing his features before he replaced it with his usual arrogance.

"Relax, sweetheart," he said, his tone dismissive, making your blood boil and that tiny little vein on your forehead pop. "I'm invincible. Worrying about me is a waste of your time."

That was it. He brushed your concerns off again and the dam broke. “A waste of my time?" Your voice rose, not something that was common with you. You were usually so chill, so relaxed and Gojo loved that about you. But right now you were anything but. 

“You're talking about your life, Gojo! Your life! And you treat it like a child's game! I'm worried sick about you all the time, and you're making jokes! You're pushing yourself to the brink, and if something happens—"

"Something's not going to happen," he cut you off, his voice rising in irritation. "I told you, I'm fine. You don’t need to baby me."

He didn't mean to worry you. He never meant to. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t trust in his capabilities. He’d never been hurt before, sure he was tired from time to time but he was the strongest for a reason. The world needed him. 

"Then don’t act like a child!“ You immediately regret the words as they leave your lips, you didn’t mean it. Of course you didn’t mean it, it was just words spilling out from frustration. You could see his usual playful smile harden into a thin line that you don’t think you’d ever seen. Your heart pounded against your rib cage and the silence in the air was palpable. 

He didn't say anything. He just turned, his back stiff, his shoulders tense, the tell-tale signs of barely contained fury you don’t think you’d ever seen on your lover. He didn't look back. He just left, the slam of the door echoing the shattering of your heart.

The silence that followed was deafening. The apartment, usually vibrant with laughter and love, felt empty, hollow. A heavy blanket of dread settled over you, suffocating you with its weight. You sank onto the sofa, staring blankly at the empty space where he’d been standing just moments ago. Where did he go? Did he just…leave? Was that it? Was this the end?

Hours blurred into a nightmarish haze of worry as you silently cried into a couch pillow. Your phone remained stubbornly silent as the worst thoughts clawed at your mind. He hadn't even tried to call. He just left. The irrational fear of losing him gnawed at you, an ache that threatened to consume you whole.

You tried to sleep but you couldn’t. You just lay there, awake, tears dried up and unable to fall anymore. The thought of a world without him was pretty unbearable, but it was the only thought ticking away inside your head. 

——

The first hint of dawn painted the sky a pale, washed-out grey. You hadn’t been able to force yourself to move or function for what seemed like forever. You’d barely got any sleep, the knawing thought just clawing at your mind over and over. 

Then, suddenly, you hear a soft knock on the door. Your breath caught in your throat. Your heart pounded a frantically against your ribs. You tiptoed to the door, your hand trembling as you reached for the knob. You braced yourself for anything, except what you found. It was him.

He stood there, his usual bright blue eyes shadowed with fatigue and what was it, maybe guilt? He looked…smaller somehow. Which was seemingly impossible given his tall stature. But here he was, the invincible Satoru Gojo was gone, replaced by a weary young man burdened by something more than cursed spirits.

He said nothing, just stood there, his shoulders slumped, his usual radiant smile replaced by a frown. You opened the door, letting him in.

"Gojo," you whispered, your voice choked with sadness.

He walked towards you, his movements almost hesitant. He reached for you, tentative at first before his long arms wrapped around you and held you against his chest. 

"Look, ” He finally spoke, voice softening in apology, “I’m sorry," he said, and you could hear all the regret laced in his apology. "I was being an idiot."

You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping you afloat. The scent of his cologne bringing the slightest comfort to you.

"I was so scared," you admitted, your voice trembling against his chest. "I thought…I thought you were like…leaving me. I don’t wanna break up.” 

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his big hands, his thumbs gently wiping away tears that had escaped your eyes without you even realizing. "Never," he said, a crinkle in the lines of his forehead showing his absolute seriousness. "Never." He repeated. 

"But…" you started, though he cut you off.

"I know," he started, lifting a hand from your cheek to run it through his tousled white hair. "I know I‘ve been pushing myself. You’re right. I just don’t know what else I’m supposed to do? I’m all the way at the top and there’s nobody else here to take any of the burden ya know?” 

“It’s not just the missions,” you replied softly, "It's everything. It’s your disregard for your own well-being, your tendency to brush off things that hurt you. I know they need you, I know you’re the strongest I just…I don't want you to be invincible, Gojo. I want you to be…safe. I want you to be happy."

He smiled. “I am happy,” he said, running a thumb over your bottom lip. “As long as I’m with you.” 

You looked up at him, pouting slightly. He was always so god damn charming even in the most serious of moments. "Okay," you whispered, "Just promise me you'll take care of yourself. I know okay? I know there’s nothing I can do about the missions, but- just…I don’t know, let me help you. Let me take care of you okay?” 

He looked down at you, your adorable pouty expression making it impossible for him not to lean down and press his lips to yours, which he does. He kisses you, and in that kiss lays bare a promise to do better, be better; because frankly he couldn’t lose the best thing that’s ever happened to him. You.

[disneyprincemuke]

i'm not pregnant

“wait,” you blink. “lando, what did you just say?”

lando stares at you, gaping wordlessly as he tries to find his words for a response. he presses his lips together into a thin line as he sighs. “you heard me. don’t make me say it again.”

you tilt your head and scrunch your nose. “okay… but why?”

surely lando isn’t the type of guy to say he loves you after spending a night together, right? a night in bed doing things that would ruin both of you if it ever got out. it would surely ruin your reputation, your relationship with your brother, and then lando’s friendship with said brother.

“um,” lando hums. he scrunches his nose and looks up at the ceiling. frankly, he’s got no idea where that came from either. “you know…”

“i actually don’t.”

you try and figure out where he’s coming from. prior to hooking up that night you spent in the club, you didn’t really talk much. it was all friendly, smiling at him when you would pass him, but never much actual conversation that would make you consider him a friend.

to you, he’s just your brother’s teammate.

and you know that he feels the same way. because the morning after you spent the night together, he woke up groggy and started rambling about how oscar should never find out about this.

despite being his older sister, oscar is oddly protective of you. perhaps it’s the close relationship you’ve got that made him feel like it’s his duty to make sure your life is never hard. and lando knows that the day would finally come that oscar flips shit if he ever finds out that he’d slept with his sister.

lando always thought you were cute, sure, but he was well aware of the fact that you’ll always be oscar’s older sister to him. the older sister that he desperately always wanted to be friends with but could never muster up the courage to hold a proper conversation with. but he doesn’t like you like that.

when he did eventually muster up the courage, it was only unfortunate that it happened when you were all in the club together. he had flown too close to the sun, unexpectedly dragging you into bed with him. that’s not what he had planned, for the record. he just wanted a kickstart to your friendship.

“i overheard you when you were on the phone the other day,” lando starts softly, swaying side to side as he sighs. “something about missing your period and throwing up this morning.”

your eyebrows remain furrowed, still in confusion with where he’s going at. “you were eavesdropping on my phone call?”

“no! absolutely not!” lando flails his arms in the air to clear your accusations. “no! i happened to be walking by oscar’s driver’s room at the time. and, well, i was just worried, you know? that is, assuming i’m the last guy you’ve been with in the past month.”

“so you’re saying that i sleep around?”

“no!” lando cries, hands going into his hair to tug at the roots. “that’s not what i meant at all! i-”

“then what do you mean?”

you almost want to laugh at the panic that’s taking over lando. and you would, if there isn’t some point of contention with the miscommunication you’re currently having. if you were more sure about the point he’s trying to get at, you’d be more receptive of the funniness of the situation.

lando looks at you, waiting for you to connect the dots yourself. he hums after a couple seconds of silence. “you could be pregnant?”

“oh!” you feel stupid for not noticing sooner. you throw your head back with a soft laugh and shake your head. “no. no, i’m not. i missed my period because i suddenly started exercising more, and i threw up because i was genuinely sick the other night.”

“oh,” lando sighs in relief, hunching over with a hand on his chest. “oh, thank god. really? you’re not pregnant?”

you nod as you feel a laugh bubbling from your stomach. you’ve finally caught up to lando’s agenda. “yes. i’m for sure not pregnant. is that– is that why you said what you said?”

he drops to his knees, nodding his head. “i didn’t know what to do. it just came out before i could ask you the question,” he laughs, shaking his head. “how chaotic would that have been, right? imagine if you really were?”

you put a hand on his shoulder. “let’s not dwell on things that shouldn’t happen.”

his panic is absolutely understandable, and saying that he loves you is mild compared to what else he could have done. and you’re glad. “you look kinda shaken up — do you wanna go and grab some coffee?”

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