#he thinks this'll work...

[theirisianprincess]

naive /näˈēv/ (adj)

(of a person or action) showing a lack of experience, wisdom, or judgment.

[juustozzi]

Aphrodi, but old 👉👈

Like so old, he might only have died of old age around Kanon's era (he probably lived longer and better than the rest of the OG cast)

(Yeah it's a bit macabre)

Aphrodi's in the bordering space between mortal and godhood.. meaning he's an old guy who's always there, no one knows how old he is, but somehow he always keeps kicking on.

he could look a lot more like a corpse, but this is what I ended up with! he can be very threatening but mostly I'd think he pulls the "old gods" scare card to prank kids. mostly he's like an elder of the village, telling stories (telltales or true stories, no one really knows) and giving good, although cryptic advice. his hair is extraordinarily healthy and thick for his age.

[5-pp-man]

We (the audience) now know that Leland wasn't actually a mole, and that he was only working with those people so he could make a good case in favor of Lazarus.

But... Doug has just confined in Axel about the possibility of Leland working for the enemy. Hersch only found out that's not the case because she was at the meeting where he had to testify. So from the looks of it, they're not gonna clear this up with the rest of the team... because they have no idea that they're suspecting something.

Now, we know that they're sending an assassin after Axel... so... quite possibly, they could assume that Leland had a hand in that...

[l1ttle-cha0s]

A request?

IDK man I just suddenly wanted to read Og!KRS in a romantic relationship with Bruce Wayne aka Batman. It would be ether HILARIOUS or RAW SHATTERED GLASS (aka hurt, aka angst, aka DRAMA)

[marshmellowtea]

it was me i follow you because aro flag in icon and youre a self proclaimed freak idr how i found u tho. also PLEASE info dump i’m so deeply curious

those are very good reasons to follow me ngl alkadsjflkd :3 BUT okay sorry for the barrage of text you've unleashed i have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this series putting it under a cut so i don't obliterate people's dashes lmao

i'm assuming based on your anon that you're somewhat familiar with the series but in case not (and because i love being annoying <3) the goes wrong show is a british comedy about a drama society who. well. cannot put on a play correctly for the fucking life of them lmao. as of writing this it's free on youtube and tubi (though tubi actually has the season one episodes in order, most places it ends up on don't for some reason?? this does not matter that much cuz there's very little continuity in this series anyway but as someone's who's very autistic about this series it does bother me lmao), and the two specials that come before the show chronologically, peter pan goes wrong and a christmas carol goes wrong in that order, are also on youtube for free :D

in addition to the series and the two specials there's also a christmas audio special you can find on the internet archive (the christmas that goes wrong, not to be confused with a christmas carol goes wrong lol), and the play that goes wrong, which was the original entry in this series/the first in what could loosely be referred to as a timeline (again, there's very little continuity here lol). there isn't a proshot of the play that goes wrong with the og cast as far as i'm aware BUT the script is available online for free and there are plenty of community theater productions available on youtube (and someone on here mayyy have a bootleg of it with the og cast but i'm too intimidated to ask about it lmao). most of these are pretty easy to find but i have links for most of them if anyone needs them!

anyway all that aside. chris.......chris bean the diieeeerectoooor.......my beloved little gay hater who sucks so much aklsjfkldskfljdas.............it's actually really funny to look back on my relationship to this series because when i first watched it my favorite was actually dennis (whom i still love to death don't get me wrong <3) and i didn't give a fuck about chris but as i watched the show more the tides started to change and now he's all i think about :') i think there's a couple reasons for this shift, the main ones being that my love for my blorbos get a bit uhhh violent (i ❤️ whump!) and i'd feel bad putting dennis through all that in a way i don't with chris lmao, and also because when i first watched the series i wasn't paying full attention so i hadn't realized how fucking actually tailor made this freak (affectionate) is for me adkljfsalkdfjKLSJLKF

AND TAILOR MADE FOR ME HE IS he's got mommy issues (the first time i watched the mother's day promo video i instantly lost my mind ghlkadsjf), he's got daddy issues (putting aside the implied emotional distance casting your dad as the villain in a play who's not only a traitor for the nazis but also preys on one of his subordinates is actually insane and i think about it so so much), and anger issues (his perfectionist onstage tantrum throwing ass ough). he also kinda disassociates onstage (the way he sometimes just. watches things go wrong with a blank expression. he's so unwell actually <3), and there's an in character tweet of him that implies disordered eating ("another hungry night" you'll always be famous)........he's got a lot of issues and all of them are designed to scratch My Brain Specifically glkajdsfkl. if characters don't have these issues i Give Them To Them but he just. already has them. gah 🥲💞

outside of all that there's also the fact that the minute he gets the chance to force his castmates to do it with him he puts on a ballet where he plays a caterpillar who "needs to rest" and becomes a beautiful "lord butterfly" and. well. there's so so much to unpack with that play in general but ballet and butterflies are two of my favorite aesthetics so this really was an attack on me lmao. even if his costume was kind of ugly there <3 listen i never said he had good style lmao that's what dressing up in little outfits in my head is for. though in speaking of style he's also always wearing the gayest theater kid scarfs offstage?? he's so cute and annoying and pretentious and i hate him 🥰🥰🥰

these are only a few things that make me feral about him there's a lot more i could ramble about if i wanted to keep us here all day galskdfsjdlf..........he really was the perfect storm to latch onto my psyche lmao. also lbr writer/actor henry shields who plays him in the show is just kinda pretty i do love my skinny brunette men 💗 (see also my recent crushes on adam scott and andrew garfield lmao)

i've been. extremely feral about him on main as you can tell ahlkdgjsaf. people just keep rewarding me for being insane so thank you everyone for that lmao :') also it's my new year's resolution to be more freaky and unhinged on main so i'm on that putting chris through some of the worst things possible grindset 💪but yeah i could ramble about this guy forever rn i love him so much and think he's really fun to chew on like a squeaky toy so galdfjkldf

[dailymewchan]

day 1: hi

[binnybinnychickendinny]

blues mock trial part 1/?

(this came from me mentioning something about snuggy in the blues discord server, and then quinn [shoutout quinn] said snuggy would be good at mock trial and then i realized i could give an opinion on how every single blues player would do at mock trial. SO now here we are)

jordan binnington - plays the expert witness (mostly for the defense) every. single. time. he is so dry and monotone that it works. his character is “sarcastic”. he can’t really do anything else, but that’s fine because he’s the expert. no one expects him to be trying to make jokes or show emotion so it’s a perfect fit. he just has to remember a whole expert report on top of an affidavit but he ends up being good at that. sometimes you think he’s boring on the stand and then he absolutely shines on cross examination and fires off some snappy comeback with no warning that gets his score bumped up a couple points.

joel hofer - great character witness, and actually a decent attorney as well. gets kinda frustrated when making arguments sometimes but if he just relaxes then he’s fine. he likes arguing enough that he enjoys the activity overall. loves to do a dramatic opening statement. has the type of energy that works for directing a more lighthearted or funny witness a lot of the time. 

jake neighbours - definitely got dragged into this by joel, who got dragged into it by jordan, who got dragged into it by schenner. is trying really hard to be a good middle (no statement) attorney and is definitely improving. but at the same time his brain is not completely built for this. would be a hilarious witness if he could focus on remembering his lines. instead has had several mishaps in trial with joel as his attorney where joel asks him a (completely scripted and planned out way ahead of time) question from their direct and he blanks on the answer and just stares at joel from the witness stand and joel nearly kills him because they just went over this on the fucking 8 hour drive up here!

brayden schenn - your classic decently overconfident male attorney. thinks he is incredible at this. is not necessarily, but he sure is loud and a man so many judges will be swayed by him. often insists on being jordan’s attorney bc he thinks they work well together. they do, but jordan would be better suited with a lawyer who can handle expert witnesses better. bc brayden cannot cross a good expert to save his life. so his direct with jordan will always be fine, since they can work on it well ahead of time, but if he’s a lawyer for the plaintiff and then has to cross jordan’s character (played by someone from a different team) then things start falling apart. the same is true if he is a defense lawyer but gets stuck with crossing the plaintiff’s expert. basically, do not trust him with crossing an expert because he doesn’t match their energy. at all. is often the closer, but he probably should not be trusted with a statement as much as he is. 

jimmy snuggerud - an AMAZING defendant. he’s so innocent. he wears a little sweater and a nice little button down shirt underneath and looks at the jury with his big brown eyes and who could convict him? no one. that’s who. when the defendant isn’t a witness that can be called, he plays some character with a similar amount of emotion needed in their role- the kind of emotion that garners sympathy from the judges before they remember none of this is real. he scores very well and remains so believable on cross.

part 1 2 3

[houseofwolvess]

ive been putting off learning the drums for like forever but i think i might start very soon

[antirepurp]

my attempt at portraying silver as a chronic liar is either going to work out fine or it's going to make it seem like im creating offensive plot holes everywhere and ngl the latter option worries me to no end

[strawbuddy-luv]

Trans Tim off handedly mentioning random things that just confuse people more and more because he never told them he was trans (only Bruce and Alfred know)

Tim: "For the mission I'm thinking I'll go undercover, but it'll take some work to hide the bruises I got earlier. They're everywhere"

Dick: "Oh I think Steph is free right now!"

Tim: "...Ok?"

Dick: "Don't worry I'm sure she'll help you out with this! "

Tim: "That's awesome but I don't think I'll need help. I know how to use makeup."

Dick: "Really-? Ohhh, yeah your public image is like, way more public than ours. That must be tiring, having to hide the bruises all the time."

Tim: "Well yeah but I knew how to use makeup before that. For like, galas as a kid and stuff"

Dick: "...yeah..."

-----

Steph: -Complaining about a man- "And then he said "Oh you should smile more" like "you look like you don't want to be here" like what- what the fuck-??? Maybe I fucking don't dude."

Tim: "Oh yeah I hate when they do that. Like you've spent the entire time bitching about the consistency of snails, I can close my mouth for a few seconds."

Steph: "..."

Tim: "...What-?"

Steph: "Well- I mean yeah but- you know I have to deal with it like...way more, and it's just a bit weird that like, you as a guy are, I dunno, trying to relate? I mean you don't have to deal with it litreally everyday"

Tim: "Well yeah not anymore, but, you know...I still did."

Steph: :...What-"

-----

Tim: -Resting against one of the rooftop ledges-

Jason: "Woah, I can't believe it, Red Robin, slacking. What would Bruce do if he saw this!"

Tim: "Fuck off, it's just period cramps." -Jumps off the edge of the building-

Jason: "Yeah whatever Timblina...

Your fucking what-"

-----

Bruce: "And for this mission, we'll be needing someone for the Caroline disguise, but we already know who that is so-"

Dick: "Wait does Steph actually know how to fight in heels-??"

Bruce: "...N-"

Steph: "Yeah Bruce, I mean, you could at least actually ask me before volunteering me to go fight crime in that dress."

Bruce: "You-"

Jason: "I mean no offense, but literally who else would do it? Cass isn't here right now and I don't think any of us are willing to get a boob job for the mission"

Bruce: "No one's getting a boob job-"

Steph: "Yeah! This is bat tech, Bruce probably has ultra realistic titties in everyone's color and size! Jason you wouldn't even need an attachment."

Jason: "I don't think Caroline Hills has fifty gun shot wounds and muscles the size of most those guys heads."

Steph: "Yeah bu-"

Bruce: "None of that will be necessary because none of you" -Pointing at the right side of the table- "Will be going. No one at this table will be needing any prosthetics...Or boob jobs."

Steph: "...Ok but who the fuck is going then-"

Bruce: "Tim."

The entire table: "..."

Steph: "Tim are you really willing to put on boobs for this-"

Dick: "I don't think that's the best idea-"

Jason: "You just said no prosthetics- Oh this'll be fucking rich"

Tim: "...

I...wouldn't need a boob job?? Or prosthetics?"

Jason: "Timbo, that dress is a pretty low cut, and, no offense, your training hasn't given you that many enhancements."

Tim: "...Thank you for the binding compliment?"

Dick: "The what-"

Tim: "Guys I- I already have boobs-"

The Table: "..."

Steph: "WHAT-"

Dick: "You do-?!"

Jason: "Bruce if you made Tim get boobs for some weird mission-"

Tim: "What- No! No one made me get boobs??? Besides, I don't know, biology I guess??? Genetics maybe???"

Dick: "...I'm extremely confused"

Steph: "WHO GAVE YOU BOOBS-???"

Tim: "I'm not really sure seeing as I was born with them"

Dick: "...

OHHHHHH-"

Steph: "What- is this like a birth defect or something???"

Dick: "Tim- Tim I think you're just gonna have to-"

Tim: "I'm trans."

Jason: "...That's-

Yeah

Ok yeah no that- that explains...a lot."

Steph: "..." -Head in hands- "I am such a fucking idiot"

[pillowspace]

HOLLYBERRY: Pure Vanilla Cookie, wha...! / What happened to you??

TRUTHLESS RECLUSE: Hollyberry... Cookie...? // LADY IN AZURE: Okay, be quick you two, I'm only here for a friendly little visit with Sugar~! / (Truthless has been so cranky lately, maybe this'll get him to quiet down.)

LADY IN AZURE: (Plus, it's about time he learn he's not the only mouse to have been caught for the past few years.) // HOLLYBERRY: Oh it's been so long!! You look dreadful! When have you last slept?? Come on, let's get you tended to. Have you been well? // TRUTHLESS RECLUSE: Nh...?! // ~DRAG~

HOLLYBERRY: Don't you know where you are? Loosen up! You know, you used to smile so much more often... // TRUTHLESS RECLUSE: ... / (And it used to meet your eyes when you did.) // BOTH: (Talking to you used to be easy. Now I can't recognize either of us.)

why dis [Pure Vanilla Cookie] look so mad 😭😭😭

ETERNAL SUGAR: Your other half is just so gloomy. Are you sure there's nothing you want me to do...? // LADY IN AZURE: Don't, I worked hard on him.

I couldn't stop thinking about what implications the Eternity in the Embrace of Sloth story taking place years into the future had regarding the other ancients. Which led to the thought of Pure Vanilla Cookie. Then one thought led to another and I suddenly could not rest until I saw Truthless Recluse and Protector of Paradise interacting.

[mcrdvcks]

— sex concept

summary: You and Matt have wanted to take things to the next level, but every time you try to get intimate, something, or someone, interrupts.

word count: 4.1k+

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

notes: at this point, i think i need to make a series masterlist for these two, lol. here's the third installment - and here are the first two: goodnight n go and love language

also, sex concept is one of my favorite songs, and it's by sofia isella. i recommend you go check her out!

warnings/tags: after endgame but date is not specified, best friends to lovers, reader works at stark industries, making out, peter parker, mention of other marvel characters, matt's a little shit, smut, oral (f!receiving), brief handjob, unprotected piv, creampie

matt murdock masterlist

It wasn’t like you and Matt hadn’t been alone since you started dating. But somehow, every single attempt at finally taking things further kept getting inconveniently interrupted.

Like now, for instance.

Matt’s lips skimmed along your neck, his fingers tracing patterns along your waist. You sighed softly, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"Matty," you whispered.

He hummed against your skin, nudging your jaw with his nose. "Yeah?"

"Can we—"

Your sentence was abruptly cut short by the shrill ringing of your phone.

Matt paused, a quiet groan muffled against your collarbone. "Ignore it."

You hesitated. "But what if—"

"It’s probably nothing," he murmured, lips brushing your pulse. "Leave it."

It kept ringing. You sighed, gently pushing at his shoulders. "It’ll only take a second. Just let me silence it."

Matt exhaled sharply, moving back slightly as you reached over and grabbed your phone off the bedside table. Glancing at the screen, you rolled your eyes.

"Work," you muttered, annoyed. You answered quickly. "This better be an emergency."

"Y/N," Levi’s voice crackled through the line, anxious. "I’m so sorry—"

"What happened?"

"Uh... you know how we were testing the new phase-array sensors tonight?"

"Levi."

"Well, it shorted. Everything’s offline. And the readings are… weird."

You groaned softly, pressing your fingers to your forehead. "I’ll be there in half an hour." You hung up, sighing again as you tossed your phone onto the bed.

Matt shifted beside you. "You’re leaving?"

"I’m sorry," you muttered. "It’s—"

"Work," Matt finished gently. He tilted his head, clearly amused. "You know, I think Stark Industries has a personal vendetta against us."

You huffed, tugging your shirt back into place. "I’ll make it up to you. I promise."

Matt leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours quickly. "You better."

You rolled your eyes, reluctantly climbing off the bed. "Don't move. I'll be back as soon as possible."

Matt fell back onto the pillows with a sigh, his smirk unmistakable. "I'll hold you to that, angel."

---

A few days later, Matt had just managed to maneuver you against the kitchen counter, lips claiming yours fiercely. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

Then, abruptly, a loud knock at his apartment door broke the silence. Matt froze, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder with a frustrated exhale.

"You've got to be kidding me," you muttered.

"Ignore it," he whispered, kissing your neck gently.

The knocking grew louder.

"Murdock!" Foggy's muffled voice echoed through the wood. "Come on, man, open up! I know you're home!"

Matt sighed heavily, pulling away. "He'll keep going until I answer."

You slumped against the counter dramatically. "I swear he has a sixth sense."

Matt smiled apologetically. "This'll be quick."

You folded your arms, watching as Matt made his way to the door, cracking it open just enough to speak. "Foggy. Bad timing."

"Yeah, sorry, I lost the deposition file," Foggy admitted sheepishly. "I need your copy."

Matt sighed, turning his head toward you slightly. "Give me a minute."

You threw your hands up, shooting him a pointed glare. Matt smiled, mouthing sorry before slipping out the door.

---

It had almost become a joke at this point. Every single time the two of you finally got a moment alone, something managed to interrupt.

You and Karen were at Josie’s, waiting for Matt and Foggy to arrive.

“Wanna tell me why you seem so pent up?” Karen asked, taking a drink of her beer.

You sighed, swirling your drink in the glass. "Because apparently, the universe hates me."

Karen raised a brow, amused. "That's dramatic, even for you."

"No, I'm serious," you insisted, leaning closer. "Every single time Matt and I are about to—" You paused, realizing you'd almost said too much. "Spend any sort of actual alone time together, something always interrupts."

Karen smirked knowingly, taking another sip. "Oh. That kind of pent up."

You glared at her. "Shut up."

She laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Sorry, it's just funny. You two spend practically all your time together. I'm surprised you even have that problem."

"Yeah, well, apparently work, Foggy, and fate itself have formed an alliance against us," you muttered bitterly.

"Have you tried just… telling people not to bother you?" Karen teased.

You scoffed. "We tried that. Believe me, it doesn't work."

Karen hummed sympathetically. "Well, if it's any consolation, I promise to never intentionally interrupt your... alone time."

"Thanks," you replied dryly, "that’s very generous."

She grinned. "Hey, I do what I can."

Just then, the bar door swung open, and Foggy walked in, Matt close behind him. You caught Matt’s slight smile as he tilted his head toward you, making his way through the crowd.

Karen nudged you playfully. "Better luck tonight?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop a small smile. "I doubt it, but thanks for the optimism."

Matt stepped up beside you, his hand automatically finding your waist. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmured, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "Sorry we're late."

You sighed dramatically. "Don't worry about it. At this point, I'm used to it."

Matt chuckled softly, squeezing your side. "Tonight'll be different. Promise."

Karen snorted into her drink. "Good luck with that."

You glared at her again, and she raised her hands innocently.

Matt's brow furrowed, sensing the tension. "Did I miss something?"

"Nothing at all," Karen said, grinning widely. "Y/N was just filling me in on your streak of bad luck."

Matt’s lips quirked upward. "Oh. That."

Foggy looked between the three of you, utterly lost. "Am I missing something here?"

You shook your head, patting Foggy on the shoulder. "Trust me, Fog. You're better off not knowing."

---

Matt’s apartment was quiet when you stepped inside, locking the door behind you. The blinds were drawn shut, the place cloaked in comfortable darkness. You dropped your keys onto the entry table, taking off your jacket and hanging it beside Matt’s familiar black coat.

"Matty?" you called softly, stepping further into the apartment.

"Bedroom," came his muffled reply.

You kicked off your shoes, padding down the hall until you reached his room. Matt was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on a clean shirt. He looked relaxed, freshly showered, hair still damp and slightly messy. He tilted his head in your direction, lips curving into a gentle smile.

"Hey," he said softly.

You smiled, stepping toward him. "Hi."

Matt reached for you, fingers easily catching your wrist and tugging you closer, his hands settling comfortably at your hips. "How was work?"

You sighed, brushing your fingers through his damp hair. "The usual Stark chaos. Nothing new."

His lips twitched. "So no interruptions planned tonight?"

You laughed quietly, your fingers trailing down the side of his face. "Not that I know of. Unless Foggy’s about to burst through the door."

Matt smiled, tilting his head slightly into your palm. "Not tonight. He and Karen have dinner plans."

"Thank God," you muttered.

Matt chuckled softly, pulling you gently closer so you were standing between his legs. His thumbs brushed lightly against your sides. "You hungry?"

You shook your head slightly, leaning down until your forehead rested against his. "Not really."

"Good," Matt whispered, voice low and warm. "Me either."

You smiled softly, tracing your fingertips over the curve of his jaw. His hands slid beneath your shirt, settling warmly against your lower back. You inhaled slowly, eyes fluttering shut as he guided your lips down to his own.

The kiss was gentle at first, soft and unhurried. Matt’s lips brushed yours slowly, carefully, as if savoring every moment. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pressing closer.

Matt sighed against your lips, deepening the kiss. His hands tightened slightly on your waist, guiding you down until you settled comfortably across his lap. Your arms looped around his shoulders, your bodies pressed close enough that you could feel the steady beat of his heart.

"Matt," you whispered breathlessly against his lips, smiling faintly. "If my phone rings, I swear—"

Matt’s quiet laughter cut you off, his mouth skimming along your jaw. "I’ll throw it out the window myself."

You huffed softly, tilting your head back to give him better access. "Promises, promises, Murdock."

Matt smirked against your skin, his voice low and teasing. "Careful, sweetheart. I might hold you to that."

You laughed quietly, tangling your fingers in his hair again and pulling him back to your lips. For the first time in weeks, there were no interruptions—just you, Matt, and the steady, comforting quiet of his apartment.

But, of course, it could never be that easy.

A knock rattled on a window in the living room.

Matt froze, forehead dropping heavily against your shoulder. "You've got to be kidding me."

You groaned, your fingers tangling into his hair. "I swear, this is a cosmic joke at this point."

The knocking grew louder, quicker, more urgent. Matt sighed, lifting his head reluctantly. "Who even—"

A muffled voice called from outside, high-pitched and apologetic. "Uh... Mister Murdock? It’s—it's me, Peter. Spider-Man? Sorry, I just—I kinda need help."

You raised a brow. "Spider-Man knocks now?"

Matt sighed deeply. "Apparently."

You stood up from Matt’s lap, fixing your shirt as Matt slowly stood beside you, annoyance radiating off him.

Peter tapped again, more sheepishly this time. "Hello? Uh—Matt?"

"Coming," Matt called, moving toward the window with a heavy sigh.

You followed behind, crossing your arms as Matt slid the window open. Peter awkwardly crawled inside, tugging off his mask with a nervous grimace.

"Hey, Mr. Murdock," he mumbled, turning to you. "Hey, Y/N. Sorry if this is a bad time, but—"

"Is the city actively on fire?" Matt cut in, voice flat.

Peter hesitated. "Well, no, but—"

"Is anyone dying?" Matt continued.

Peter shifted nervously. "No, but I—"

Matt folded his arms, visibly unimpressed. "Is Stark Tower currently collapsing into a giant sinkhole?"

Peter blinked. "What? No."

Matt nodded slowly. "Then this probably could’ve waited."

Peter flushed, rubbing his neck sheepishly. "Oh. Yeah, I guess it could’ve. But I, uh... I kinda panicked.”

You sighed, stepping toward Peter. "What happened, Pete?"

Peter winced, holding up his web-shooter. "It, um... jammed. And I can’t get it off."

Matt tilted his head, incredulous. "You came to me—at my apartment—at night—because your web-shooter jammed?"

Peter swallowed nervously. "I tried everyone else, Mr. Murdock. Literally everyone else."

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Everyone?"

"Doctor Strange yelled at me for disturbing his 'cosmic meditation,' Happy sent me straight to voicemail, Mr. Wilson laughed for a full two minutes before hanging up, and Pepper’s voicemail said she’s out of town." Peter said quickly. "You two were my last option."

You glanced at Matt, suppressing a smile at his annoyed expression. "Alright, fine," you sighed. "Let me see it."

Peter held his arm out gratefully, relaxing as you started examining the device. Matt leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "You realize I’m blind, right?"

Peter flushed deeper. "Well, yeah, but you're like... you're Daredevil."

Matt’s jaw ticked slightly. "And?"

"And," Peter swallowed, voice small, "and I’m really, really sorry for interrupting your night. Again."

Matt sighed heavily, shaking his head as you fiddled with the shooter.

"Got it," you finally announced, popping the jammed cartridge free and handing it back to him. "All fixed."

Peter sighed dramatically. "Thank you so much. Really, I—"

"Pete," Matt interrupted gently. "Go home."

Peter nodded quickly, already halfway back out the window. "Yeah. Right. Okay. Goodnight Mr. Murdock, Y/N."

He vanished just as fast as he’d appeared, leaving silence behind him.

Matt tilted his head back toward you, annoyance fading into amusement. "How much do you think it'd cost to soundproof these windows?"

You smirked, stepping closer to him again. "Worth every penny, honestly."

Matt smiled, tugging you back toward him, fingertips brushing your waist. "Where were we?"

You grimaced. “Actually… Peter’s webshooter’s reminded me of—”

“—Ramen.” Matt cut in.

Your eyebrows raised, “how’d you know?”

Matt chuckled softly, his fingertips brushing your hip gently. "Because anytime Peter shows up, it means your brain starts spinning with work and you always end up craving ramen afterward."

You huffed, poking his chest lightly. "You make me sound predictable."

He tilted his head, amused. "Am I wrong?"

"No," you muttered begrudgingly. "But you don't have to sound so smug about it."

Matt's lips twitched into a smirk. "Can't help it."

You sighed, stepping back slightly. "Come on, let's go get ramen before they close."

"Alright," Matt conceded, grabbing his coat. "But you're buying, since it's your fault."

"My fault?" you repeated incredulously as you slipped on your shoes.

"Your spider-friend, your problem," Matt teased lightly, holding the door open for you.

You rolled your eyes fondly. "He's everyone's spider-friend, Matty."

"Well, everyone doesn't get their evening interrupted like we do."

You linked your arm through his as you stepped outside. "Sounds like someone's still bitter."

Matt hummed softly. "Just hungry."

"Whatever you say, devil boy," you said with a smirk.

He laughed quietly, squeezing your arm lightly. "Lead the way, sweetheart."

---

It had taken another two weeks, three false alarms, and one very apologetic Spider-Man before you and Matt finally managed to find yourselves completely alone, no distractions in sight.

"Door?" Matt asked, murmuring against your lips, his voice husky and quiet.

"Locked," you whispered back.

"Phone?"

"On silent."

Matt smiled against your mouth. "Windows?"

You sighed, pulling back slightly. "Closed. Matt, relax. Everything’s handled."

He chuckled softly, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you back in. "Just making sure."

You smiled, sliding your arms around his neck and playing with the soft hair at his nape. "At this point, I think we've earned tonight."

Matt hummed quietly, brushing his lips gently along your jaw. "I’m not letting anyone interrupt us tonight, sweetheart."

Your breath hitched slightly, your fingers tightening gently in his hair. "Good. Because I might actually murder whoever tries."

He laughed softly, nudging your nose lightly with his own. "Noted."

You tugged gently at his shirt, pulling him backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed. You sat down slowly, smiling as Matt followed you without hesitation, settling himself carefully above you.

"You’re sure no spider-kid’s gonna come tapping at the window tonight?" you teased softly, brushing your fingers along his jaw.

He tilted his head slightly, smiling down at you. "I might actually lose my patience with him if he does."

You laughed quietly, hooking your legs around his hips and tugging him closer. "So fierce, devil boy."

Matt leaned down, lips brushing your ear. "Only for you."

Warmth pooled in your stomach at the softness in his voice, your heart thudding in your chest as you pulled him into a slow, deep kiss.

His lips moved carefully, tenderly, hands slipping beneath your shirt to rest against your bare skin, tracing gentle circles along your waist. You sighed softly against his lips, your fingertips trailing down his chest to find the hem of his shirt.

Matt pulled back slightly, just enough to let you pull his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. His lips found yours again immediately, kissing you with renewed urgency, his skin warm under your hands.

"Still good?" he murmured against your mouth.

You nodded, breath catching. "Better than."

His hands slid slowly up your sides, under your shirt, fingertips grazing bare skin until he reached the hem and pulled it up and off you. The second it hit the floor, he was kissing you again, deeper this time. Tongue slow and sure, like he had all the time in the world.

Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging gently. He groaned into your mouth, then pulled back just enough to speak.

"Lie back for me, angel."

You obeyed without hesitation, stretching across the bed, propped up slightly on your elbows as Matt’s hands found your thighs. He knelt between them, head tilted, his expression unreadable but focused. You could feel the weight of his attention even without his eyes.

"You're beautiful," he murmured. "I can feel every little shift in your breathing, hear your heartbeat changing every time I touch you. You're driving me insane."

Your breath caught as his palms slid up your thighs, thumbs pressing gently into the muscle. He leaned in slowly, trailing soft kisses along the inside of your knee, up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You gasped quietly when he nuzzled higher, the stubble on his jaw catching against your skin. One of his hands gripped your thigh, the other pressing a warm palm flat against your stomach, grounding.

"You want this?" he asked softly, mouth brushing right against the waistband of your underwear.

"Yes," you breathed, eyes fluttering. "Matty, please."

That was all it took. He hooked his fingers in the waistband, dragging the fabric down your legs with excruciating slowness, kissing each new inch of skin he exposed. Once they were gone, he settled between your legs like he belonged there.

You squirmed, breathless already. Matt’s hands eased your thighs wider, lips brushing the softest kisses down the crease of your hip. Then lower.

His tongue flicked out, teasing, and you gasped, head dropping back against the pillow.

"Fuck," you whispered.

Matt exhaled a soft laugh, the sound warm against your skin. "That good already, sweetheart?"

Then he buried his mouth between your thighs. No warning, no hesitation. Just heat and tongue and pressure that had your back arching off the bed.

"Ah—Matty," you choked out, hands scrambling for his hair, needing something to hold onto as his tongue licked a slow, devastating stripe up your center.

He groaned like he tasted the sound you made, hands anchoring you, thumbs rubbing slow circles into your thighs as he worked.

You were already dripping for him, and he didn’t let up, tongue pressing and curling in ways that made your entire body tremble. He knew exactly how to read you—the way your hips twitched, the way your moans caught, the way your breath stuttered when he sucked just right.

Your thighs started to shake.

"Matty—oh god—please don’t stop," you gasped, one hand flying to muffle your mouth, the other tangled in his messy hair.

He didn't stop.

He doubled down.

His mouth moved faster, tongue fucking into you before flattening and dragging slow, greedy circles over your clit, sucking just hard enough to make you cry out.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna—" Your whole body tensed, thighs clamping, and Matt growled against you, holding you open, not letting you go anywhere.

"Let go," he murmured against your soaked skin. "Come on, angel. Come for me."

You shattered.

It hit hard, sharp and overwhelming, your hips jerking as the orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, hands fisting in the sheets, breath breaking as your body shook.

Matt held you through every second of it, mouth softening but never leaving you, licking you through the aftershocks with slow, lazy strokes until you finally whimpered, pushing weakly at his head.

He kissed your inner thigh one last time before crawling back up, settling his weight gently over you, mouth slick and smile smug.

"Hi," he murmured.

You huffed a laugh, dazed and breathless. "You’re such a menace."

"You love it," he said, kissing your cheek, your jaw, the tip of your nose.

"Maybe," you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "Come here."

He kissed you slowly, deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. His body pressed heavy and warm against yours, one hand slipping down to cradle your thigh, the other bracing next to your head.

You wrapped your legs around him, tugging him closer.

"Your turn, devil boy."

Matt's breath caught. His body stilled above yours, tension rolling through his shoulders like a current. He tilted his head slightly, and you could feel him—feel the way he honed in on every shift of your breath, the thump of your pulse, the way your thighs clenched around his hips.

"Say it again," he murmured.

You smirked, dragging your nails lightly down his spine. "Your turn."

Matt groaned softly, low and wrecked, like the words hit somewhere primal. One of his hands cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip as he leaned in, voice rough. "Tell me if anything's too much."

"Matty," you whispered, hips rolling up against the bulge still trapped in his pants, "I want all of it."

His mouth crashed back onto yours—hot, open, desperate. You tasted yourself on his lips, still slick and wet from where he’d had his mouth on you, and it made something in your gut twist up tight.

His hands were everywhere—your ribs, your thighs, your throat. Always so fucking careful, even when he was losing control. Even now, his fingers trembled where they gripped your hip.

"Take 'em off," you whispered against his mouth, tugging at the waistband of his pants.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He sat back on his knees, hands fumbling at his belt. You watched him—bare chest rising with each shaky breath, flushed, lips red from kissing you senseless, hair sticking up like you’d dragged your fingers through it one too many times. The second he shoved his pants low, you saw the outline of him, thick and hard, the head already leaking.

You bit your lip. "God, Matty."

He huffed a breathless laugh, cocky but a little shaky. "You looking at me like that isn’t helping."

"I like what I see."

Matt didn’t answer—just leaned in again, reaching down to wrap a hand around himself. He stroked slow, base to tip, teasing himself while he hovered over you, breath hot against your cheek.

You reached down, fingertips grazing his wrist. "Let me."

He let you take over, groaning softly when your hand wrapped around him. You stroked him slowly, dragging your thumb over the head, spreading the precum, watching the way his jaw flexed.

"You feel so fucking good," you whispered.

Matt's voice was strangled. "You keep doing that and this is gonna be over before it starts."

You laughed softly, but let go, guiding him instead—his hips nudging between your legs, cock heavy and hot, head sliding wet over your slit. He sucked in a sharp breath.

"You sure?"

"Yes," you whispered, fingers curling in his hair. "Matty, please."

He pushed in slow. The stretch was deep, thick, dragging your walls open inch by inch until he bottomed out with a shaky groan.

"F-fuck," he whispered against your throat. "You feel... Jesus."

You were gasping, clinging to his shoulders, your body trying to adjust around him. It wasn’t your first time. Wasn’t his either. But it was your first time together. And it was already better than anything you'd felt before.

Matt didn’t move right away. He just held there, forehead pressed to your shoulder, one hand braced by your head and the other gripping your thigh like it grounded him.

"Matty," you whispered. "Move. Please."

He did.

A slow pull, then a push, dragging back in with a rhythm that felt like it was made just for you. He moaned into your neck, his voice thick with want. "So fucking tight—"

Your nails bit into his skin as he picked up pace, shallow thrusts turning deeper, faster. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, slick and wet and obscene. You couldn't stop the noises leaving your mouth, couldn't quiet the little cries every time he hit that spot inside you that made your legs tremble.

"You’re perfect," he panted. "Every sound you make—fuck, I can feel them. Hear 'em in your throat, in your chest—"

"Matt—"

"I’ve wanted this," he groaned, fucking into you harder now, the bed creaking beneath both of you. "You. For years. Always thought about you. Touching you. Making you come on my cock."

Your breath stuttered. "Holy fuck, Matty—"

"Come for me," he growled, his thumb finding your clit and circling, firm and fast. "Right now. Wanna feel you squeeze me. Wanna hear how you sound when you fall apart."

You didn’t stand a chance. Your orgasm hit hard, sudden, crashing through you with a strangled cry, your legs tightening around his waist.

Matt cursed, fucking you through it, hips stuttering as he groaned, low and wrecked. "Shit—gonna come—fuck—"

He slammed in deep and came with a gasp, cock pulsing inside you, heat spilling as his whole body trembled above you. He collapsed onto his forearms, forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing like you’d run a marathon.

"Jesus," you whispered, still shaking.

Matt laughed, soft and breathless. "Yeah. That about covers it."

You grinned, brushing sweaty hair from his forehead. "Worth the wait."

His lips found yours again, soft now, lingering.

"Every second."

And for once, nothing interrupted.

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[murmeloni]

I need more fanboy Clark Kent in my life.

Like, he's seen Bruce Wayne interact with a child once and immediately fell in love with the guy. Now his bedroom walls are plastered with posters and he follows several social media accounts focused on capturing pictures of Bruce with kids and/or animals etc. He defends Bruce to anyone, no matter the antics he gets up to and it has become a bit of a running gag around the office.

Then, one day, Cat is out sick and someone jokingly suggests Clark should cover the gala in her stead, seeing as Bruce Wayne will be there and maybe this'll be Clark's shot to finally get his man? To everyone's surprise, Perry really does assign the gala coverage to Clark, who spends the days leading up to the event in a state somewhere between absolute panic and ultimate bliss.

But when the day finally arrives, Bruce doesn't show.

Of course Clark does his job and interviews everyone there (yes, even Lex Luthor) but a part of him spends all night waiting for Bruce to crash the party late, like he so often does.

Eventually, Clark gives up hope and it's shortly after that, that he stumbles upon one of the children dragged along to the event by their parents. Because apparently someone thought a charity gala was a good environment for an eight year old. The parents are nowhere in sight and the child is close to tears, so Clark makes it his mission to cheer the little girl up, regaling her with stories from his upbringing on a Kansas farm while he searches the crowd for her family.

With Clark thus occupied, he doesn't notice Bruce Wayne finally making his appearance for the night. But Bruce definitely notices him. The gentle giant who's all kind smiles and corny jokes... Until he finds the girl's parents. Uncaring of the fact that he's here on a job and that these people are richer than any one person should be and could easily sue him into oblivion, he takes them aside, fire in his eyes, and tears them a new one for losing track of their kid like this. Anything could have happened to her and maybe the readers of the Daily Planet would like to know about that? After all, how reliable and trustworthy could a company whose CEOs won't even look after their own daughter really be?

Bruce is immediately smitten. The passive-aggressive lecture and subtle threats - not to mention the broad shoulders and handsome face - are incredibly attractive to him and he wastes no time cornering the man afterwards.

Clark, who is so starstruck by the mere sight of Bruce coming towards him that he loses the ability to speak, nearly faints when Bruce just straight up shoves his tongue into his mouth. They end up in one of the coat rooms and Clark thinks that's it, just a one night stand. It sucks that he won't see Bruce again, but the night was amazing and at least he has the memory to treasure, right?

He thinks that right up until he gets to work the next day and two dozen red roses are waiting for him on his desk. There's a handwritten card nestled inbetween the petals and on it is the name of a restaurant along with a date and time. It's signed by Bruce.

And that is how Clark gets together with his celebrity crush.

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Can I see your d*ck? (pt 4)

pairing: lee felix x afab!reader

synopsis: you finally get what you wanted... and it turns out to be more than you expected.

wc: 2.0k

warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, loss of virginity

a/n: enjoy the final part, lovelies!❤️ and look forward for channie dolly and other bigger projects i'm working on *wink wink*

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"I guess I'll give you exactly what you need." Felix smirked at you, pulling you down and swiftly turning you over so he was on top.

You let out a little gasp as you grabbed onto his shoulders and looked up at him, seeing something soft flashing in his eyes before he leaned down to capture your lips in his. He kissed you softly at first, savoring the moment, your taste and the hint of him on your tongue.

He pushed his tongue deeper in your mouth, swirling it around yours as his hands slowly ran over your body, his touch gentle before he kissed you harder, lightly groping your hips. He stopped himself before he started losing more control.

"Are you sure about this?" Felix asked breathlessly while his eyes searched yours.

"Yes." you nodded, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer, you yearned to have him as close to you as you could.

"This'll change everything between us." he whispered as he looked at you, something akin to longing appearing in his eyes.

"We already stepped over the boundaries." you let out a chuckle. "I wanna go all the way, with you. I'm sure."

"Okay." he smiled and kissed you again, pressing his warm body against yours. You felt his dick twitching as soon as it pressed against your wet core, the mere touch was already making him become hard once more.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he spread your legs, gripping at your thighs and dragging his length against your wet pussy. You whimpered into his mouth as excitement started building inside you.

Nervousness washed over you as well, knowing it was your first time and you still couldn't believe that it would belong to your best friend who you've been pining over for years. It was a matter of time for the two of you to end up like this. You noticed the way he looked at you, the way his touch always lingered, the way he always searched for you first when he needed to share good news or ask for advice or just someone to vent with. You were hoping it meant more than just best friends, for years you had imagined different scenarios of your first kiss with him.

Never in a million years would you think it would happen like this, out of a silly question; now you giving yourself to him, the two of you going all the way.

"You okay?" Felix whispered as he leaned back, noticing that you were deep in your thoughts.

"Yeah, just a little tense. You know... First time and all." you giggled nervously, your face becoming red and Felix smirked at your cuteness.

"I'll be gentle, sweetheart. Don't worry. You're in good hands." he assured you as his palms ran up and down your waist.

"I trust you." you whispered as you looked at him.

He smiled and then groaned when he remembered, "I don't have a condom. It's not like I expected for this to happen like this, on a random Thursday afternoon." Felix laughed awkwardly and you chuckled.

"I don't have any either. It's okay, we don't have to use them, I mean... I've never been with anyone." you gulped as your stomach twisted a little. "W-what about you?"

Felix looked taken aback for a moment, his freckled cheeks becoming more red the more he avoided to look into your eyes.

"Actually, I never went all the way with anyone either." he confessed and you gasped.

"You? Really? Never?" you chuckled in disbelief.

"Yeah, why are you so shocked?" Felix finally looked at you, his face almost as red as a tomato.

"Because you're you... You know." you groaned in frustration.

"Elaborate." he lifted one brow as he kept looking at you.

"Have you seen yourself? It's just impossible to me that no one wanted to fuck you, you know. You never even told me about going out with anyone."

"I didn't say that no one wanted me. I just didn't want them." Felix leaned in closer, his eyes dark and intense as he stared into yours.

"But you want me?" you whispered as your voice became shaky, you were falling under his spell even more.

"I want you so much." Felix said, the rawness and honesty in his voice made a shiver run down your spine and your pussy clenched in anticipation.

"P-please, Felix." you whimpered, getting more and more impatient as you felt his hardness pressing against you. It was well into the evening hours and the sun went down since the time you asked that faithful question and you didn't have it in you to take any more of his teasing.

"Shh, I got you baby." Felix kissed your jaw as he grabbed his dick, running the tip over your folds before gently pressing it between and you gasped, arching your back off the mattress and gripping at his upper back. Felix attached his lips on your exposed neck as he slowly started pushing in, feeling the way you were stretching around him, taking him in like you were made for him. His eyes almost rolled back but he leaned up and looked at you, he wanted to see your face as he pushed the rest of his length in very slowly, making you feel every inch of him.

Your eyes glazed over and your lips fell open, small gasps and whimpers leaving them as Felix stretched you open.

"F-Felix." you gasped and he groaned lowly as he bottomed out.

"A-are you okay?" he asked, his grip on your hips bruising as he held back.

"Mhm." you moaned, gripping the back of his head and pulling him down in a kiss. You could feel the way he shuddered against you, it was taking everything in him not to thrust hard into you.

"You can move." you whispered and Felix held onto your hips as he started dragging his dick against your folds languidly, making you feel everything, all of it, his tip pressing into a spot that made you tremble and whimper.

"Fuck. You feel so good, baby." he buried his face in your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on your soft skin, nipping at it as his hands ran all over your body, everywhere he could reach like he had no idea where to start first.

"You feel so good too, Lixie." you moaned as you wrapped your legs around him, bringing him even closer and making him push in deeper.

"C-careful, sweetheart." Felix was losing his mind, it was all too much. He always imagined having you all to himself, making you completely his, being close to you like this but none of his fantasies could ever compare to the real feel of you. Your warmth, your wetness, your smell, your taste. Your everything was driving him crazy with need.

You smirked a little as you clenched around him, pulling him in even closer to your body so you were pressed together.

"Or what?" you taunted and he looked at you so darkly that you shivered against him.

"Or I won't be able to hold back anymore." he said as he continued slowly moving inside you and you needed more. The little bit of nervousness you felt disappeared the moment he slotted himself inside you, like he belonged right there, connected with you. It was Felix, your Felix and you trusted him completely.

"Don't hold back." you whispered and he groaned, gripping at your breasts and making you whimper and arch into him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, yes I'm sure. Please, faster." you whined and held onto him as he leaned in and kissed you passionately and sloppily, his hands massaging your breasts and pinching your sensitive nipples while he slowly started increasing the movement of his hips against yours.

"Felix, ah Felix, more!" you moaned against his lips as your nails dug in his his skin and he groaned deeply into your ear, hips snapping against yours deliciously as he fucked you harder and faster.

Your eyes rolled back and closed as you got completely lost in the feeling of him inside you and Felix couldn't take his eyes off of you, watching you claw at him desperately as you kept moaning and begging, his name leaving your lips constantly as you clenched around him painfully tightly. He knew he wouldn't last long, not when he was the one making you fall apart like this, making you look so beautiful, making you only his.

"Look at me." Felix growled, needing that connection, wanting you to be present in the moment with him. You gasped and locked eyes with him as he grabbed your hands and pinned them on either sides of your head before intertwining your fingers together and fucking into you harder, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

"I'm- I'm gonna-" you couldn't even finish your sentence as you held onto Felix's hands, your legs gripping around him and your thighs trembling while you exploded around his length.

"Fuck." his eyes widened as he looked at you and he couldn't hold back, following right after you and finishing inside you, making you gasp when you felt his warm cum filling you up.

"Lix-Lixie!" you whimpered as he gripped your hands harder and looked at you like you weren't even real in that moment, like he was dreaming that he finally had you like this, that you finally belonged to him.

"I love you." he said while you still clenched around him, your body trembling and your ears ringing that you almost missed it.

"What?" you gasped, you didn't mean to react like that but you didn't even think of what would happen after everything you did with Felix this afternoon, after you fell into such an intimate atmosphere with your best friend.

Felix froze at your reaction and quickly pulled out, rolling away from you to lay on his back. "Forget it, forget I said anything please." he covered his eyes with his arm and you stared at him for a moment, still not completely back to Earth after the orgasm he gave you.

"You really love me? As in more than best friends?" you asked quietly after you scooted closer to him and leaned over him, trying to pry his arm away from his face. It was a struggle as he didn't want to let go and your giggles made him laugh too before he let his arm fall to the side.

"Yeah, I love you more than best friends." Felix whispered and looked at you with those big, sweet and innocent eyes like he didn't just ruin your insides moments ago. "It's okay if you don't-"

"Shut up, Lix. Don't even finish that sentence. I love you too." you smiled and grabbed his hand gently.

"Y-you do?" his eyes widened as he sat up.

"Was it not obvious?" you chuckled, your cheeks becoming rosy.

"I was hoping but honestly, I thought I was just imagining things because I wanted them to be that way, you know? I wanted you to love me like I love you." Felix sat up and gently caressed your cheek, making you melt into his touch.

"I felt the same." you chuckled and Felix started laughing. Both of you were idiots in love and hadn't noticed it in years of being friends. At any other moment it would be tragic but right now you were more than estatic and you couldn't help it as you wrapped your arms around Felix and practically pushed him down on the bed with the force of your hug. Felix laughed so happily as he held you tightly against him.

"I'm glad you let your intrusive thoughts win and asked to see my dick." Felix teased and you smacked his arm playfully.

"I don't have to ask to see it anymore, it's mine now, hm?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

"Is that your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?" Felix snickered in amusement. "Cause the answer is yes."

"Of course it is." you giggled and kissed him.

"Wanna go for round two?" he whispered and you gasped as you looked at him.

"Are we gonna skip the torture and teasing and just get to the main course?"

"If you wish so, sweetheart." Felix smirked and rolled on top of you once again.

The night was just beginning and you didn't wanna spend even a second away from Felix, not after you became completely his.

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[yoiisa]

Hi!!!! I just wanna say i adore how you write for the wb boys, can i request them ( suo, sakura, nirei n sugishita ) courting the reader? headcannons if you may:3 thank you!!

ofc ofc! ( っ˶´ ˘ `)っ

➜ suo hayato is the gentleman of the year ➜ he knows flowers, as seen when he visits that old man with tsubaki, so pictures this: a tiny bouquet ➜ EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. ➜ roses, lilies, tulips, whatever you could possibly picture he delivers ➜ he also writes notes to go with them ➜ when you ask him what it means, he just pats your head and ignores the question. after all, what's the harm in a little tease?

"Oh, she's back!" you hear someone shout as you open the door to the classroom. "[name]! There's a present for you~" Present? You rip open the wrapper for your red bean bun and take a bite as you walk towards your desk. As you swallow your food you ask, "Present?" "Someone from bofurin came by today! He had an eyepatch!" your friend explains, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She and a few other girls start pushing you towards your desk, trying to get you to see the gift quicker. "Hurry up! Go look!" As your eyes finally fall on your desk, you can't help the slight blush that creeps onto your face, as well as the small smile. A small bouquet of three red tulips and two white ones rests on your desk, as well as a small notecard folded up. On the front, all there said was Hayato ♡. As you pick up the tulips, running your fingers along the edges of the petals, you hear someone behind you go, "I want a boyfriend so bad~" "Well," you say with a soft giggle, turning around to look at the small group of girls crowding you, "he's not my boyfriend. Not yet at least." They stare at you dumbfounded before one of them practically shouts, "The fuck you mean he's not your boyfriend! Girl get him before someone else swoops in, what are you doing?!" You nod absentmindedly as you open the notecard. You smile falls and your eyes widened as you read over Suo's scrawls. You feel your cheeks warm as you look up and out of the window. Nirei and Sakura stand at the edge of the courtyard arguing, while Suo stares up you, hope glowing in his soft gaze. When you nod, gifting him with an elated grin, his mouth parts in a relieved smile and all he can think is one glorious thought: Finally. You're mine.

➜ sakura haruka is lost. completely and totally lost ➜ he considers going to suo or nirei, or even hiragi for advice, but decides that doing so would result in him dying of embarrassment ➜ as a result, he goes to kaji for help instead ➜ but it's like dumb and dumber of romance with the two of them, so it just ends up turning into a big mess when he finally makes a move on you ➜ but the whole situation is so uniquely sakura you can't help but find it endearing in the end, and ultimately, it ends up with you two getting together anyways

"Are you sure this'll work?" Sakura asks as Kaji drapes an acoustic guitar over Sakura's shoulders "You've been practicing, haven't you?" Kaji asks. When Sakura nods, Suo snickers from the corner of the room. Nirei swats his arm as Sakura shoots him a withering glare, but Kaji grabs Sakura's face and redirects his attention. "Ignore them, just focus on her," he commands, and Sakura nods seriously. It's six o'clock, and the entire first year classroom is decorated with electronic candles and rose petals. Suo, Kiryu, Nirei, and Tsuguera helped kick everyone out and decorated the place while Kaji helped Sakura practice the guitar. The entire time, Suo kept trying to hint at Sakura that this was too much, but the other boy kept brushing it off. If he wanted Suo's advice he would've just gone to Suo. This crush had been going on for too long and finally Sakura had managed to muster up the courage to deal with it. If you rejected him . . . he didn't know how he'd manage. When you walk in, Sakura short circuits. He bumbles his way through the song, his voice occasionally going pitchy and his fingers clumsy on the guitar strings. As you blink at him, walking down the pathway of rose petals, he can feel his heart aching more and more. This was stupid. This was the stupidest way for him to confess to you. What the fuck had Kaji been thinking? What the fuck was he thinking?! This wasn't going to work, this was going horribly, he fucked it all up, why would you ever- Suddenly, your hand lands on his, stilling his strumming, his heart actually breaks. He thinks he might cry, but from the way you're looking at him, a loving smile, eyes shimmering with happy tears, he stalls. "I'll go out with you Haru," you say. "Please stop singing now." The boys watch from the hallway windows, their eyes worried and anxious to see your reaction. But then, they see you taking the guitar off of Sakura, and hugging him, and they all breathe out a sigh of relief, Kaji especially. "Why are you so surprised that this worked?" Nirei admonishes. "You almost killed him in there!"

➜ nirei akihiko spends a solid month writing out plans in his notebook before he makes any move on you ➜ that and he goes to kiryu for advice almost religiously ➜ kiryu becomes like the pope of romance to nirei, and he takes his word as gospel ➜ when he tries to confess to you the way kiryu suggests though, it puts you off because it's so disingenuous to nirei's true nature ➜ it's a little messy, but eventually the two of you work it out

Nirei nods emphatically. "Okay, got it. Plushes. What else?" He's like a duckling, trailing after Kiryu. Suo and Sakura stare at him pitying, and Kiryu feels like sponge drained of all information he can give. Tsuguera takes a sip of his protein shake and claps Nirei on the back. "You got this man, just be yourself." "No! Kiryu, please I need more help-" "Nirei," Kiryu says, his smile tight and his voice clipped. "I told you everything I could've possibly told you. There's nothing more. Now, go confess to her already. I need a break." Kiryu slumps against Sakura, who blushes bright red and shoves Kiryu onto Suo. Nirei looks down at his notebook and sighs. His notes are messy black ink scribbles. They take up two whole pages, but he still feels like it isn't enough. Never mind that though, it's now or never. The next day, Nirei invited you to go to the park. The sight that meets you is . . . a one to behold for sure. Nirei has clip on piercings, his hair tied back, silver gothic chains around his neck, eyeliner on his waterline, and is sitting on a picnic blanket with food from Pothos. But that's not even it. Along one of the sides of the picnic blanket is a stuffie of literally every single Sanrio character that possibly could exist. Hello Kitty, Keroppi, Pochacco, Pompompurin- "Sit down, please," Nirei invites, gesturing across from him. You sit and fold your hands in your lap, feeling out of place to say the least. Nirei serves you some food and you eat in mostly silence, before he starts his speech. It's pretty . . . and sounds nothing like Nirei at all. It's like he had Kiryu as a ghost writer or something. When he finally finishes and asks if you'll be his girlfriend, you disappointedly ask, "Am I going to be Kiryu's girlfriend, or your's, Akihiko?" When Nirei stares at you blankly, looking a bit like a kicked puppy, you sigh. You take his hand in yours and squeeze. "I'd love to date Nirei Akihiko . . . not this weird thing he's acting like. So next time ask me like my Akihiko, okay?" The next day, he does the confession right: after he walks you home, he asks shyly, but it's a hundred percent him. You hug him and nod, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you tight against him.

➜ sugishita kyotaro is the same as nirei, but instead of kiryu, he turns to umemiya ➜ but umemiya actually kinda sucks at romantic advice though . . . so sugishita is promptly redirected to tsubaki ➜ tsubaki . . . who has been waiting for a chance like this ➜ he had full on board meetings with sugishita, umemiya and the other devas ➜ sugishita is immensely uncomfortable sharing this much of his personal life with all of these other people, but at least he's getting advice, so he just shuts up and deals with it

"And then-" Tsubaki starts, but Takumi cuts him off with a "Oh, but wouldn't it be nice if Sugishita gave her a portrait? Really capture [name]'s beauty like that?" Tsubaki considers this before Saku reminds Sugishita, "Make sure it's not too flashy. Generally that doesn't go very well in the first move. Wait until the fourth or fifth month anniversary for that." Hiragi grumbles and says, "You guys are assuming he'll make it to the five month mark? Aren't you getting too ahead of yourselves? He hasn't even confe-" "Don't say such things Hiragi!" Umemiya admonishes. "He needs encouragement right now, not to be put down!" "I'm not putting him down, I'm being realistic!" "Guys, please stop fighting-" Tsubaki cuts in, but Umemiya and Hiragi just keep on. Sugishita sighs as he watches his upperclassmen go at it. He knew he shouldn't have told anyone about his crush. Dragging other people into his business was only going to make things more complicated. He'll just keep his emotions buried deep inside his chest forever and ever, and one day he'll die and none of it will even matter anymore. He stands to leave, but just as he starts walking to the door to the roof, it swings open and you step out. You look up at him and smile. "There you are. I got excused from school for a doctor's appointment, but I finished it a little bit ago. I figured I'd come see you." You peak over his shoulder to see all the devas and Umemiya staring you down, with an intense look. As if they're expecting something to happen? "Are they okay?" you ask, pointing at the older boys. Your eyes widen as you see Sugishita's eyes boring into yours and his face turning red. "Go out with me," he chokes out through his embarrassment. "I like you. Go out with me." You blink up at him blankly, taken aback completely by his sudden confession. You hear Tsubaki add in a tiny, "Please," before you giggle and take Sugishita's hand in yours. "Okay, Kyo, where should we go?" You lead him off the roof. As he's closing the door behind him, Sugishita sees Umemiya wiping a happy tear of his face, looking like the proudest parent in the world. "Ahh, they grow up so fast," he says as he turns away from the door. "No thanks to you," Hiragi scoffs.

A/N: oof idk why but Nirei's took forever to write lmao. Anyways, good news! exams are all done, so we're gonna be back to regularly scheduled fics!

[ilyasorokinn]

expect the unexpected , michael robinavitch

note, i've hopped on the pitt train. someone send help because i now am in love with noah wyle and everything to do with him. that's my husband fr. also, if you have requests, please send them in!! pair, michael "robby" robinavitch x reader summary, y/n and robby were something so long ago that gray hair wasn’t even a worry in his head. now, with a head full of gray hair, y/n and robby, by some miracle, find each other again. this time, he isn’t letting go. warnings, probably medical inaccuracies, heartbreak word count, 3577 words

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Robby felt the ache of exhaustion deep in his bones. It was a sort of feeling that never really went away, especially in his profession. He was lucky if he got a few hours of sleep, hell, even a half hour. Today wasn't one of those days.

As he approached the nurse's station, he plastered on a look that aimed to convince his co-workers everything was fine. Just his luck, Dana was someone who could see right through him and his fake smiles.

"You look awful," She commented as soon as she saw him.

"Gee, thanks." He spoke sarcastically.

"Maybe this'll wake you up. Kid with a stomach ache or woman with a broken foot." She held up both of the files, letting him decide. He wordlessly took the file in her right hand and walked off to the room where the woman was waiting.

"All right, let's see what we go." He pulled open the curtain and froze. The woman who was typing something on her phone also looked up and froze.

Both adults just stared at each other, not saying a word as they looked at each other. Words seemed to escape Robby as he stared back at the woman Years and years of memories flooded back like waves.

“Michael?” The woman asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Excuse me.” He spoke professionally, grabbing the edge of the curtain and gently pulling it shut. He walked away, ignoring the concerned looks of everyone around him.

He set the file of whatever was handed him and made his way away. The direction was still unclear, but his main goal was away. He ended up in a random storage closet somewhere in the furthest corner of the hospital, closing his eyes and catching his breath.

He felt like the walls were closing in on him and like everything around him was getting smaller. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe.

After a few minutes, he managed to gather himself and stop his racing heart. He stretched his back before he reached for the doorknob and stepped back out into the chaos of the hospital.

When he returned to your room, he found someone else already checking out your foot. When you saw him and locked eyes with him again, you tensed up.

"Dr. Robby." Whitaker greeted, a shaky smile on his face as he snapped on a pair of gloves, "I just started, but I've got everything."

"I can take it from here," Robby stated, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Are you sure? I'm almost-"

"I got it," Robby repeated, cutting the man off and offering him a smile, taking the tools from his hands, and taking over. They switched spots, and Whitaker gave you a smile and a brief wave before he was out of the room, leaving you and Robby in a thick, uncomfortable silence.

Robby worked in silence, and you watched him. You watched every cut, every stitch, everything. You analyzed his face, memorizing every line, every wrinkle, every crease, every gray hair.

"Are you gonna say anything?" You finally broke the silence, feeling like you were going to combust at any point.

"Was waiting for you to." He offered you a smile.

You took a breath, carefully thinking of your next move. You weren't expecting this, that's for sure. When you showed up at the urgent care earlier, you were expecting to be in and out. But they had referred you to the ER after your injury had proved to be more severe.

"This isn't how I was expecting my Friday night to go," You laughed nervously.

"I bet." Robby laughed, helping ease your nerves, "What'd you do? This is a pretty severe break." He commented.

"Was trying to put a light bulb in, fell down the ladder." You explained, wincing when he pressed into your foot.

"Sorry." He winced, "Well, my prognosis is it's definitely broken. Not enough to need surgery, but you'll be here for a few hours."

"For real?" Your eyes widened.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." He smiled sadly, "I know you hate hospitals, but it's protocol."

You tilted your head to the side. "You remember that?"

"I remember everything." He responded quickly, his eyes never leaving your face. The intensity in his eyes made you look away.

He could read you like a book; it was something you had learned early on. Every little thing you did, the faces you made, your movements, when you spoke, your tone.

"Can I get you anything while you wait?" He asked, looking down at the file in his hand, trying to find a distraction.

"I could go for some apple juice?" You admitted shyly.

"I should've known." He chuckled, grabbing the curtain again and leaving the room.

-

"All right, Mrs. Y/L/N, you're all ready to go." The nurse, whom you learned was named Princess, smiled at you. After waiting hours, someone bandaged up your leg (In a pink cast) you were given a pair of crutches.

It took another hour for your release papers to finally be given to you, and another half hour to finally be given the all clear.

"You're not kidding? I'm allowed to go home?" You were almost afraid she was gonna say no.

"I'm serious." She smiled again. "How are you getting home?"

"I'll probably just call an Uber or something." You shrugged, slipping your jacket on.

"We can call you a taxi, if you prefer." Princess offered.

"Are you sure? I don't want to bother anymore."

"No worries," She shook her head, opening the curtain and letting you exit first before making her way back over to the nurse's station and grabbing the phone.

You waited around, taking in the sights around you. Everything seemed hectic, but it seemed to be running on controlled chaos. Or maybe that's just how they wanted it to seem to patients.

"What are you still doing here?" Robby asked, approaching you, his bag slung over his shoulder as he stopped next to you.

"Was gonna call an Uber, but they offered to call a taxi for me." You explained, smiling over to Princess, who gave you a thumbs up, then set the phone back on the receiver.

"I could give you a ride." Robby offered. You quickly turned to look at him. "What?"

"No." You stated.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, no. Do you want to hear it in another language?" You joked, rolling your eyes.

"Don't waste your money on a taxi, I can give you a ride." He offered with a shrug.

"I'm good, thanks though." You brushed him off, making your way out to the front. of the hospital, the best you could with your new crutches.

"Y/N, I'm offering, come on." He was pleading with you at this point as he followed you out.

"Why?" You raised a brow, "You do this with your other patients?"

"Just the ones who break their legs putting lightbulbs in." He joked.

You stared at him, pursing your lips and weighing your options. After this hospital bill you were about to get, you knew things were going to be tight, and you knew that he was just being nice.

But another part of you wanted to ignore him, forget this ever happened, and go on with your life like you hadn't run into him at all.

Against your better judgment, "Fine."

-

Weeks later, Robby was still checking in on you. You wanted him to leave you alone; you had told him that on numerous occasions, but Robby, being Robby, he couldn't do that.

Being a healer was in his bones, and he couldn't, in good conscious, leave you to fend for yourself.

Every Friday morning, there would be a knock on your door, and on your doorstep, there would be a small to-go cup of your favorite tea and a blueberry bagel with cream cheese, your favorite.

There wasn't a note, but you knew who it was from. Of course you did, who else would remember you liked raspberry tea and blueberry bagels?

On Monday night, he would come over and drop off a few containers of food he had made. He brushed it off as "meal prepping", but you knew it was a lie. He barely had enough time in the day to find something to eat, let alone plan his meals.

There was a knock on your door, and you checked the time. "Right on time." You muttered, hobbling over to the front door.

You made your way over and opened the door. Before you could greet him, your cat Pepper greeted him. Snuggling his legs and weaving between his legs, purring when Robby bent down and scratched his ears.

Traitor, you thought in your head. Robby finally stood to his full height and looked at you, "You know, you don't have to keep doing this, right?" It had been well over a month now.

"I know." He nodded, moving around you and into your kitchen, grabbing silverware and a plate like he owned the place, "I want to. I have the time."

"No, you don't." You crossed your arms.

"Okay, well, I enjoy doing it." He shrugged, taking the containers of food out of the bag he had brought.

"No, you don't." You repeated, "You hate cooking."

"No, I don't." He stopped, raising a brow at you.

"Yes, you do, Robby." You rolled your eyes, "You could literally burn water, how that's possible if still a mystery."

"Okay, fine. I hate cooking, I don't have time to cook, anything else to add?" He asked, crossing his arms and pausing his plating of the food.

"No, I think that sounds about right." You smiled.

"Are you gonna sit there a taunt me? Or are you gonna eat?" He rolled his eyes at you, pushing a plate to the opposite side of the island, closer to where you were standing.

"I'll eat, I guess." You made your way over to the seat, carefully getting onto the stool and grabbing the fork. As you ate, Robby watched you. He ate too, but he watched you, examining your every movement.

He smiled. You ate. Life was good.

-

You and Robby were... something.

It had happened a long time ago, before all the stress and all the long nights, all the sleep deprivation, and long before the bags under his eyes became permanent.

It was the early days of medical school. Sleep was still something he could still get every night, and you were someone he could come home to and vent to about his hard day.

You heard him before you saw him. The walls of the apartment you called home were thin, and the hallway from the stairs to your apartment wasn't very long. He couldn't even put his key in the lock before you were ripping the door open and pulling him in for a hug.

It took him a few seconds to comprehend what was happening, but when his brain caught up with his arms, he wrapped his arms around you and exhaled a deep sigh of relief, one he hadn't known he had been holding in.

"How was your day?" You managed to ask, pulling away just to look him in the eyes. He simply shook his head, hugging you again.

You stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms in the entryway of your small apartment, neither of you saying anything, just basking in each other's presence.

You eventually pulled away, and Robby made his way into the bedroom, changing into more comfortable clothes while you warmed up a plate of dinner for him. He made his way back out, his shoulders hunched and a look on his face that had you raising a brow.

"What's wrong?" You asked, putting the plate in front of him.

"We need to talk." The tone of his voice made your heart stop, and you stood up a little straighter.

You gulped, "About what?"

He couldn't even look you in the eyes as he began speaking, "I think we should break up." You could already feel tears forming behind your eyes as you waited anxiously for him to continue.

"I just-I think you deserve someone better, someone who can make you happier. I can't, I know I can't, and I know I'm not. I'm barely here, I know I'm barely going to be here if I keep going down the road I'm going down. You deserve someone better." He finally looked you in the eyes.

You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, and you could see that it went deeper than just his eyes. You could finally see it in his body. How you didn't notice it before was another story.

"Why are you saying this?" You finally asked.

"I can't make you happy, Y/N." He stated, tears in his own eyes.

"I can't say anything that'll change your mind?" You asked, swallowing harshly again when he shook his head. You nodded, "I'll grab some stuff, find somewhere else to stay tonight."

"Where are you gonna go?" He asked, suddenly aware of how late it was.

"That's not your problem anymore." You stated.

This was not how you expected your night to go.

-

You were twiddling your thumbs, trying not to think about the fact that you were in a hospital again. Although this time, you were there for a happier reason.

The pink cast on your leg was finally coming off, and while you had enjoyed it, you were excited to be able to shower without a bag over your leg and walk normally and not have to hobble.

"Mrs. Y/L/N," A woman you didn't recognize, walked into your room, "I am Dr. King."

"Nice to meet you." You smiled, shaking her hand.

"I'll be the one to remove your cast." She grabbed a pair of gloves. "I also heard you liked apple juice." You raised a brow, "Dr. Robby let it slip. I'll be sure to get you some."

"Thank you." You nodded, fiddling with your fingers again. She noticed that.

"So, how do you and Dr. Robby know each other?" She asked, breaking the silence as she slipped a pair of protective glasses on.

"Oh..." You blew out a breath, "We have some history, you could say." You nodded, not wanting to disclose too much.

"I understand." She nodded. She looked like she was thinking hard. "Have you always lived in Pittsburgh?"

You smiled. She was trying to distract you, "Moved here for school, loved it too much to leave." You answered.

"What do you do for work, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I work in real estate." You responded, "So if you ever need to sell a house or buy one, let me know." You winked.

"I'll let you know." She smiled.

After many distractions and a few bottles of apple juice, the cast was finally off, and a whole talk on safety from Dr. King, you were on your way home. Once again, you were signing more release papers and waiting for a taxi.

"Look at you. Back on two feet." Robby joked, making his way over to you again, his bag slung over his shoulder. It felt very familiar.

"Couldn't be happier." You nodded, handing the clipboard back to the nurse behind the desk and gathering your stuff up.

"You taking another taxi?" He straightened up, gripping the strap of his backpack.

"You know it." You nodded, turning on your heel and weaving through the people, making your way to the exit.

You finally made it outside, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes. You didn't have to open them to know Robby had followed you and was standing right next to you.

"Can I take you out?" He blurted out.

"Out where?" Your eyes opened, and you stared at him.

"Lunch? Dinner? Brunch?" He suggested with a shrug.

"You asking me out, Robinavitch?" You raised a brow.

"I am." He nodded.

"Right." You nodded, laughing and looking away. "Oh, you were serious." You stopped laughing.

"I was." He nodded again.

"Why?' You asked curiously.

"Why not?" He shrugged.

You stared at him, pursing your lips and crossing your arms, examining him, "If I say yes, I get to pick the place." You stated.

"Deal." He nodded.

"And I can drive myself home."

"We'll see about that." He made a face of disagreement.

"And lastly, I pay for myself."

"Absolutely not." He shook his head firmly.

You smiled, "You've got yourself a deal."

-

One date turned into two turned into four, and next thing you knew, you were seeing Robby more and more often. Things weren't official, but things were good, and that was that.

You were also scared.

You still hadn't talked about that night, the night that he had decided seemingly in five minutes that he wanted to end things. It wasn't something you liked to think about, but it was also something you needed answers for.

A knock on your door shook you from your thoughts. You got up slowly and unlocked the door. "Hey! I got your favorite." Robby smiled, holding up the bag. He leaned down and kissed your cheek before moving past you and into your kitchen.

You followed him, your movements slow, which he caught onto, "You okay?" He raised a brow at you.

"Can we talk?" He stopped, his hands freezing what they were doing, and his pulse quickening so fast and loud he could hear it in his ears.

"Of course." He nodded, wiping his hands on the towel on your oven, giving you his full attention, "What about?"

"That night." Was all you said, and he understood.

"Yeah." He nodded, "We can talk about it." He had been waiting for this moment.

He didn't want to bring it up. After all, he was the one who did the breaking up. So, he waited for you to bring it up. But just because he had been waiting, didn't mean he wanted it to happen.

It wasn't a moment he was proud of, nor was it a moment he enjoyed thinking about.

"I have so many questions, questions I've had for years that never got answered." You closed your eyes, running a hand down your face.

"I understand." He nodded again. In that moment, he didn't know what to say or how to say it.

"You broke up with me, you remember that?" You were angry now. His short answers were pissing you off, and his lack of emotion was making you mad.

"I do." He nodded, his eyes filling with tears.

"You said because you wanted me to be happier, and you knew you weren't making me happy." You repeated the very same words he had told you on that fateful night, words you had repeated in your head for years, words that were so ingrained in your brain, you could see them when you closed your eyes.

"I know." He nodded yet again, dropping his head shamefully.

"Well, you were wrong." You swallowed hard, "You're such a smart man, you're the smartest person I've ever known, yet you're so stupid!" He looked up at that, "You made me happy, you make me happy."

"You being back in my life these past few months has made me so unbelievably happy, the happiest I've been in years. Don't you see that? I don't need someone else, Michael, I need you." His eyes filled with tears as he took in what you were saying.

"I'm so angry at you, you know that? You left me because you-you thought you knew what was right. But you didn't. You didn't even ask me, come to me with your problems. That's what you're supposed to do. Come to me and talk to me. We could've talked it out, and we wouldn't be here, starting over." There were now tears streaming down both of your faces.

"I didn't need to be happier or to have someone else, I just wanted you. I wanted to have that life with you, and I didn't care if it meant losing. I just wanted to be with you." His feet finally started moving, and he walked over to you, hesitantly holding out his arms, wanting so badly to go in for a hug.

"I thought I was doing the right thing." He said, "I thought I knew what was best. You were successful, you were doing so good in school, and I was just some kid who didn't know what he was doing. Dreamed of being a doctor, but barely passed by. I thought you needed better." He admitted shamefully.

"I know now that I was wrong. I've spent so many years knowing I was wrong. Spent so much time thinking about you, thinking about how things could've been different. But I can't go back now. I can try my damndest to do better now, if you'll let me."

Instead of responding, you wrapped your arms around him, catching him by surprise. He let out a shaky breath as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you there. He didn't plan on letting go anytime soon. Neither did you.

You weren't done talking about it, but for now, things were good. You had no idea what was going to happen next, but you did know Robby wasn't letting go anytime soon.

One thing you did know was that this was not how you expected life to go.

-

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