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[icrytearsofsadness]

Blind marriage au pretty please!🥺

thank you anon!! I’ve had so many comments and tags asking for more so here we go with part 2!!

part 1 of this

“So… there’s a slight problem.”

Steve lay on his side in bed, all curled up, holding his phone. Watching as a still-exhausted Billy addressed the camera. Billy looked… annoyed, amused? Something, with a bit of spark in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

On screen, Billy turned his laptop around to face the camera. Showing off the Google form in its basic purple hue, clicking over to the results tab, which had –

“Two hundred people,” Billy deadpanned. “Two. Hundred of the two million people who saw that dumb thing. Two hundred of you apparently live in my area — or are willing to move here, which is insane.”

Billy was doing that thing where he waved his hands around while he talked. It was endearing. Steve giggled a little, watching him.

“ – check all the other boxes as well,” Billy was saying. “I just, what the fuck, guys. The majority of you all are college students in the area. Uh, that makes me a little nervous to be honest, just because… my apartment is closest to my school, and either you’d have an obnoxious commute to get anywhere else or I’d have to move, which… is not happening.”

Steve watched as he tousled his hair with one hand. Pretty golden curls tumbling down around his face.

“Anyway, I’ve been… going through everything and I realized I forgot to ask you for your Instagram handle if you applied. Which means I can’t just DM people I think would be a good fit.” Billy gave the camera a stare and a slow head shake, eyes slightly widened, like he couldn’t even believe himself. “So if you’re watching this and I read your name right now, send me a message. Hopefully this reaches you. I mean, it would be weird to apply to marry me and then not follow my… but whatever.”

Oh shit, so this was it. Billy was listing the final round of applicants. He was rambling a little about his reasoning — the whole proximity thing, age gaps, people already in college and the conflicts. Steve was only half paying attention to any of that, mostly just enjoying watching Billy’s pretty face.

“ – be great, but. Okay, next… Steve Harrington.”

Steve immediately bluescreened so hard he didn’t catch anything else Billy said.

He frantically scrambled to scroll back.

“Steve Harrington. I know you’re not in LA but you said you’d been wanting to move, so there we go. DM me, you know the spiel at this point.”

And then he went on to talk about someone else, and then he was giving a little closer, and Steve just couldn’t be bothered to watch the rest. He was already clicking over to Billy’s profile for the weirdest DM slide he’d ever sent in his life.

Stevie.Harrington << so I know this is forward, but… wanna get married?

Billy wasn’t sure what to expect when he read out the names. How many people would see it, how many would actually DM him. Retention and all that. It felt like each round of this whole hellish game-show he’d created for himself just got smaller and smaller. But maybe it would be fine.

Hours after the video is out, he had three messages.

One from Hannah, a girl from LA, who sent a very polite “hey, you read my name, just reaching out” sort of message. Simple, easy to deal with, thank god.

Another girl named Brooke sent a message starting with a winky face. Cute. “Still got it,” Billy muttered to himself, unable to keep the smile from his face. Even desperate and exhausted, apparently.

And lastly — “so I know this is forward, but… wanna get married?”

Which dragged an honest snort of a laugh from Billy’s throat.

Not many guys had applied, and even fewer had made the cut, so Billy hadn’t really been expecting any of them to text. And he remembered Steve’s application, a little. He clicked on Steve’s profile for the fun of it.

Well.

Alright, Steve Harrington was definitely getting a message back.

Steve was on facetime with Robin when it happened.

billyhargrove >> hey pretty boy

billyhargrove >> moving a little fast, don’t you think?

The squealing sort of sound Steve made was mortifying. Girly, even.

“Woah, what happened?” Robin asked, her eyes wide. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve managed, quickly switching over to Instagram. “Remember that stupid thing I did with that hot guy and the form and – ”

“Steve, tell me you didn’t actually fill it out,” Robin groaned. “I thought that was a joke, I didn’t realize you were actually that stupid!”

“Your mistake.” Steve rolled over onto his front, his phone propped against his pillow, feet in the air. “Robs you don’t get it, he’s so hot, and I made it to the final round – ”

“This is like, the worst season of The Bachelor I’ve ever seen,” Robin said. “Little Stevie fawning because the guy everyone’s competing for gave him a rose. Aww.”

“Shut up, I have to think of a good response.”

“Oh, yeah, get your lady-killing pants on. Because your success rate is soooo high these days.”

“I can’t believe my best friend hates me,” Steve dead-panned back. “My best friend in the whole world wants me to suffer and die alone. Wow.”

“I hope this guy likes drama queens.”

Stevie.Harrington << isn’t your deadline in like a month? thought you’d like a guy who doesn’t drag his feet

“You know what we need? A zoom call,” Robin said suddenly. “You get all quiet when you’re typing and it sucks. I wanna see. Share your screen or something.”

“I am not zoom calling you so you can virtually peep over my shoulder.”

“Wow. You hate me so much. My best friend won’t even – ”

“Robin I love you so much,” Steve said seriously. “I will not start a zoom call for you.”

billyhargrove >> thoughts on a summer wedding?

billyhargrove >> I’m thinking early August, beachside, small crowd, you know, nice and intimate

Stevie.Harrington << wow. is this your way of saying you can’t afford a venue? or food for guests? not even gonna romance me?

billyhargrove >> can you afford it?

Stevie.Harrington << …no

billyhargrove >> beach wedding it is

“This guy’s an asshole,” Steve declared. “He’s already decided when and where we’re getting married. No input from me.”

“You’re not getting married,” Robin said.

“I dunno, maybe I am.”

“Steven I swear to god.”

“I’m serious!” Steve blurted, looking at her face on the screen. “I’ve outgrown this town, Robin. No one my age is here anymore, and at some point being friends with high schoolers gets weird, man. And I’ve always wanted to go to California. And… I don’t know. It’ll be a fresh start, you know? With someone there to help me find my place.”

Robin sighed. Put her chin in her hand. “You know you could have come with me to New York.”

“No, I couldn’t,” Steve insisted. “I couldn’t. I’d hold you back. You’d be too busy worrying about me to have all the fun you’re having. Making new friends and everything. You know I’m right.”

Robin chewed her lip. “But running away to California as seems like a bad backup plan, Steve.”

“I’m not running away, Robs,” Steve promised. “I’ve thought about this a lot. Not the marriage thing, but… moving. I’ve been thinking about it since before you left.”

She sighed. “I know.”

“Yeah.” Steve smiled a little. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay. And it’s an adventure, you know?”

She still looked skeptical, but eventually she nodded. “Yeah. Just don’t forget to call me once you’re married to this random hot guy.”

He snorted. “Never, Rob-Bob.”

“Alright, dingus.” She grinned at him. “Talk to you tomorrow. Good luck sexting.”

“What? I’m not — ” but she had already hung up. “…okay.”

Steve flopped onto his side with a huff. Robin was the worst. She was the best, but like, she was the worst. Anyway.

Stevie.Harrington << I’ve never actually been to the beach

billyhargrove >> What.

billyhargrove >> god I guess that makes sense, you did say you were from Indiana

billyhargrove >> I think I’d die

billyhargrove >> like instantly on the spot combust without the ocean

Steve snickered to himself, curling up a little in bed. And Robin said he was a drama queen.

Stevie.Harrington << guess you’ll just have to show me what I’ve been missing out on ;)

billyhargrove >> oh you have no idea, pretty boy

Stevie.Harrington << so… I gotta ask. how many other people are you texting right now? what’s my competition look like?

billyhargrove >> like for the marriage thing?

billyhargrove >> honestly you’re the only one I’ve had a proper conversation with yet

Stevie.Harrington << damn. should I fly out to LA?

Steve held his breath, heart racing. This was crazy. This was fucking crazy. He was not going to get married to this guy.

billyhargrove >> you wanna?

billyhargrove >> I mean you got this far, but

billyhargrove >> for real?

Stevie.Harrington << what, got cold feet?

billyhargrove >> fuck no

billyhargrove >> just I figured I’d be marrying whoever the fuck agreed to this you know?

billyhargrove >> so it’s crazy that you’re like, sexy and funny and shit and you wanna go through with this

Stevie.Harrington << how about I fly out to LA, we go on a date or two to make sure we won’t be miserable, and then have a really shitty beach wedding

billyhargrove >> shit, pretty boy

billyhargrove >> thought you’d never ask

[neinoko]

⌗ 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 ᵎᵎ ━━ 𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒊

♱ pairing. megumi x fem!reader

♱ synopsis. a pair of retired delinquent junior high students are surprised to find themselves reunited at jujutsu tech, overtime, the pair find themselves falling back into old habits in each other’s company, resulting in an intimate explosion of emotions.

♱ tags. mutual pining, explicit language, suggestive language, underage drinking, use of marijuana, smut, piv, praise, teasing, orgasm denial, overstim, oral f&m receiving, brat taming, possessive megumi, fingering, squirting, creampie.

knock knock knock

you paused right before putting the joint to your lips. groaning, you set the freshly lit cone down and stood up, getting mentally prepared to explain the rapidly spreading scent of weed filling your dorm to what you worry is a teacher.

another small string of knocks comes from the door right as you reached it.

you swung the door open aggressively, irritated by whoever decided to bother you now of all times only to be met with the slightly surprised face of megumi.

you sighed out of relief. megumi was probably the best person who could be at your door right now.

megumi was your old friend from junior high who you used to get wasted with all the time before your aunt pulled you out of school for your bad behavior.

of course, you lost contact with him and hadn’t seen him since.

so you were very surprised to see him at jujutsu tech after all that time, you hadn’t even known he could see curses.

it had been a few days since you started at jujutsu tech, so you weren’t expecting to see him at your room, it had been about 2 years since the two of you last hung out together.

“smoking?” megumi asked, his deep and raspy voice snapping you back to reality.

he had that same irritated and tired expression he's always had, one hand scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “yeah, wanna join?” you asked without thinking, perhaps habit, but you almost immediately regretted it.

what if megumi had a change of heart and now miraculously hates weed and anyone who does it— “sure.”

you felt your shoulders relax as your worry ceased, not even realizing you were that nervous. stepping aside, you invite him in. you watch him step into your room, one hand in a pocket, with the other still scratching the back of his head as he looks around your room.

closing the door, you stare at him for a second, soaking in his figure.

he’s gotten taller and rather toned yet somehow still slender, noting how his hair was the same as it was all that time ago. you can’t ignore the feeling burning in your gut. a sensation you forgot existed, something you've only felt with him alone.

megumi looks back at you, those familiar aquamarine eyes squinting at you. “y’just gonna stand there?” he asks condescendingly before sitting on the floor in front of your coffee table.

embarrassed, you walk over and sit down adjacent to megumi, having stolen your spot. you watch as megumi picks up your customized lighter and admires it for a moment before commenting, “you still have this? i thought your aunt would have made you throw it away…” he trails off before picking up the joint and relighting it.

“yeah… well, i made sure to hide it from her well, so...” you trailed off, distracted, earning a hum in response.

staring hard, you watched as he held it between his blushed lips while lighting before taking a long puff, the end glowing, he was still well experienced.

you gulped, feeling rather awkward. it had been ages since you had shared a smoke, let alone been in each other’s company. megumi inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes as a peaceful expression melted into his features before blowing the smoke out, humming in satisfaction.

“here,” he said, handing the blunt to you.

you held the cone lightly between your fingers, bringing it to your mouth and finally being able to get the puff you had been dreaming about the whole day.

“y’started rolling yourself?” megumi asks, gazing down at your rolling tray and table littered with weed and raw papers. you nod in response, taking another hit before having to give it back up. megumi stares at you for a brief moment, watching intently as you enjoy a second long puff.

“i had to learn after we stopped talking, since you always did it for me,” you reminisce, handing the blunt back to him. “you’ve gotten pretty good,” he says before hitting again.

“i remember your attempts back then were so shit it was funny,” he chuckles a little at the thought, eyes staring off into the distance as he relishes in the memory.

you grunt, “shut the hell up,” you bite back playfully, a smile pulling at your lips as you sit up straight to reach for your rolling tray and toss it in front of megumi.

he looks at you with a little smirk, eyes meeting yours again and like it’s telepathy, he understands what to do. “roll for me again, for old times sake,” you say despite knowing he already knows what you want.

megumi reaches for the weed and raw paper and you decide to put on some music as he rolls a crisp joint like always, a wave of nostalgia hitting you like a truck.

giddy, you snatch the blunt and admire it before lighting it, relinquishing your first one to megumi. you smile widely at megumi, who stares at you through long lashes and a little smile.

you two sat in a comfortable silence for a minute before you got an idea, “want a beer?” you asked, standing up and approaching your fridge. “sure,” megumi responded and you walked back with two icy cold beers.

sitting down, you handed him the can and you both cracked open yours before doing a little cheers and subsequently chugging the whole can like it was tradition, because it really was.

slamming the can down, you winced in pain as the gas bubbled in your chest.

you let yourself fall back onto your palms, your arms the only thing holding you up and you reveled in the ecstasy that was megumi and all you did with him.

“let’s do a blowback,” megumi said suddenly.

your breath hitched and you shot up to look at megumi to see if he was serious.

all he did was stare back with a sloppy smile and glossy reddened eyes, looking rather hopeful as his eyes analyzed your reaction.

“for old times sake” he added, a persuasive tone lacing each syllable.

you were stunned at his suggestion, not because blowbacks are anything crazy, but because of what happened the first and last time you did one with him.

when you first heard about blowbacks, you were curious and decided you wanted to try one with megumi to see if it was as good as people say it is. however, you chose the worst possible night to try it.

you and megumi had been excessively drunk that night and as two hormonal teenagers, of course something as intimate as a blowback would get the both of you riled up. apparently, it was meant for couples to do and not friends.

that night ended in you being sent home by megumi’s older sister, tsumiki, after she walked in on you and megumi in the midst of an intense makeout session, with your clothes halfway off.

you blinked at him, he knew exactly what his words meant but it didn’t seem to bother him. “c’mon,” he said, pushing a little harder before you finally decided to give in.

you don’t know if it was the alcohol or the weed that made you say yes or made megumi even suggest it. “fine,” you say, huffing as megumi chuckles lowly with satisfaction, “there we go,” we drug out his words in a whisper.

you scoff, watching as he taps off the ash of his blunt into your ashtray before taking a long puff, staring at you with unreadable eyes the entire time.

you struggle to decide if he deliberately chose to use his blunt, which happened to be shorter.

you and megumi scoot closer together in a tense silence.

before you could lean in, megumi grabbed you by the chin with one hand and pulled you closer, holding your head still as he placed the join into your mouth with his other hand, slender fingers ever so slightly grazing your lips.

your fingers replace his on the blunt and both hands meet on either side of your jaw to steady you and keep you right where you are, his hands are hot on your face and you feel his soft fingers gently rubbing your ears.

like it’s instinct, your other hand comes up and lightly grasps megumi by his chin.

your eyes dart up to meet his, already staring right into your irises like he’s searching for something.

his eyes are soft yet dark and you can’t quite read the mysterious emotion lingering behind the deep hues of his irises. you study his features, more mature than back then and it seemed like he can only get more handsome the older he gets.

it’s like you’re staring at each other for an eternity before you feel him start to blow his smoke through the other end, making you suck in.

megumi does it slow, teasingly, all while maintaining eye contact and still rubbing your sensitive ears with the same look in his eyes like before, making your head spin and you feel like you’re about to go crazy.

suddenly, megumi lets out a soft moan, making a wave of electricity run up from your core and it hits you just how horny he’s making you, your whole body is on fire as wetness slowly pools in your panties.

he finally pulls away, one hand leaving your cheek and pulling the blunt from your lips, you breathe in and it hits you harder than you hoped it would. “good,” he cooes, making your face burn.

your eyes darted back and forth between megumi's, his breath heavier than before, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down before he licked his lips, his hand coming back to your face and continuing to rub your skin soothingly like he knows that hit you hard.

you’re almost panting now, and you’re trembling, you’re sure megumi notices because you watch as he lets out an amused exhale and his usual neutral demeanor has now fully shifted into amusement, faux concern.

“you okay?” he asks in a soft whisper, his hot breath hitting your skin, enough to make you shift in your seat.

you can only nod, lightly biting at your bottom lip and thighs pressing together for some kind of release. you could only pray megumi didn’t notice.

you notice megumi's eyes fall to your lips and lick his own in a slow bite before finally looking back at you with an expression clearer with what you now realize is yearning.

his pretty face and alluring eyes make you fully crumble, and before you could stop yourself, you slammed your lips against his.

it was sloppy—greedy, years of desire came flooding out all at once and before you could process any of it, megumi's tongue was in your mouth.

megumi's hands retreat from your face to land on your hips, pulling you onto his lap to straddle him, your arms wrapping around his neck and tangling your fingers in the hair above his nape.

his hands slowly traveled down your thighs, giving the plush flesh a gentle squeeze before reaching back up to rest on your ass, fingers slipping under your loose pajama shorts, hiking your panties higher up your ass to reveal more skin.

you gasp when you feel a much firmer squeeze followed by a smack, hard enough to make you jolt and yelp into megumi's mouth.

you turned your head slightly, deepening the kiss and uniting tongues sloppily, earning a needy groan from megumi.

pulling away, megumi looks at you in a daze, his lips glossy and swollen, cheeks red and hot, he was panting. megumi studies your expression as his fingers begin to gently fondle the pliant fat of your ass.

you lean back in for more, already missing the feeling of his lips against yours and the eager movements of his tongue.

a small moan escapes your lips as he pulls your body even closer to his and the sudden feeling of his growing erection beneath you only serves to make you wetter than before.

megumi's hands cautiously rock you back and forth on his clothed cock, positioned perfectly so that you can feel him growing harder against your pussy.

you felt your lower stomach tighten as your arousal builds, your clit pulsating, feeling like you could cum at any moment.

you grind your hips down in search of friction to ease your aching cunt, feeling his cock twitch angrily at the sudden movement, forcing a moan from megumi's lips.

you feel electricity shoot to your core, his moan making you even needier and you’re sure he can feel your wetness through his sweats, moaning as his dick catches your clit perfectly, making you shudder.

megumi's hips buck at the feeling of your cunt pulsating against his throbbing erection, making him hiss as he pulls away from your wet and sloppy lips, head dropping down to plant wet kisses along you collarbone and neck, biting and sucking your sensitive skin.

you whine at the feeling, rolling your hips so you could hear more of megumi's whines and grunts. "mmm... fuck," megumi pulls you to his chest, moaning into the crook of your neck. he was so close, he needed you to stop but couldn't bring himself to tell you.

like a blessing, you stop, noticing how his cock desperately twitches, begging for more. you slid off him and stood up, looking down at his antsy figure, seeing the tall tent in his sweats.

you cup megumi's face, his hands gliding up your legs, staring at you with the most desperate expression. you bent down and gave him a kiss before pulling away, reaching down and pulling megumi’s shirt off, revealing his toned abs.

"sit on the bed," you whisper, staring deep into his eyes.

obediently, he stands up, legs shaking ever so slightly from his arousal as he walked over to your bed and plopped down at the edge, spreading his legs expectantly, you smirk when you notice how his cock twitch through his pants.

you plant your hands on his knees while slowly sitting down between his legs, maintaining eye contact with megumi the whole time, amused at how oh so desperate he looked.

his breath hitched as you ran your hand over his hardened dick. megumi's hips bucked and his whole body twitched, a strained moaning tearing from his throat, his cock jerking as you palmed him with enough force to ruin him.

you giggled, watching mercilessly as a string of moans flew from his lips, exciting you.

you stopped to grab the hem of his sweats, megumi lifting his hips to help you pull them down, tossing them to the side, revealing the outline of his girthy cock and a stain of precum right at his tip.

you smirk, looking up at the blushing megumi, his hand over his face, trying to shield himself from the utter embarrassment he felt. teasingly, you leaned down and placed a kiss on his erection, megumi whining at the erotic gesture, "y-you're so lewd..."

"you can barely handle it," you hum, resting your cheek on his hot dick, loving the way it reacts to your touch, "and yet you're still begging for more," you taunt.

"screw you-nghh," megumi tries to bite back, but you cut him off with a firm lick up his shaft, jumping at the feeling of your hot wet muscle dragging along the underside of his cock. "i can't possibly give you more, i mean-look at you," you say provokingly.

"you're already about to cum and i've barely even touched you," you mock.

"p-please..." megumi muttered shakily, "i'm begging you, just please stop teasing me..." you couldn't help but laugh a little at his pathetic protest, and just to toy with him on more time, you plant a slow, torturous kiss on megumi's tip.

“fine,” you say, reaching for the elastic of his briefs, slowly pulling them off of him, your eyes trailing down the veins on his lower abdomen that led straight to his cock.

you pulled until his briefs revealed the trimmed hairs decorating his base to the beginning of his girthy shaft with pulsing veins wrapped around it all the way until his cock sprang free and revealed his red weeping tip, sticky with precum.

his balls we’re heavy and obviously ready to release his loads, tightening in excitement.

an embarrassed moan falls from megumi as you admired at the cock you fantasized about all these years. it was so much more impressive than you hoped.

you were practically drooling at the sight.

you pushed megumi’s thighs farther apart, moving your head until your breath hit his cock, making his leg twitch.

sticking your tongue out, you dragged it from his balls all the way to his leaky cockhead. “agh!” megumi yelped as you ran your tongue over his slit, gathering the salty precum on your tongue.

wrapping your lips around him, your swirled your tongue around his tip and sucked, staring at megumi with fiery eyes. “goddd, fuck,” megumi growled, head thrown back and chest rising and falling rapidly.

you pull back, lapping up the precum spilling from his tip before taking him in your mouth again, fully sinking down until your lips met his base. megumi cried out followed by high pitched whines as you bobbed your head.

“nghh… please, s-slow down! ‘s too much,” whimpered, hands coming down to fist your hair, tugging desperately in an attempt to slow you down. you stared up at him, teary eyes with drool collecting at the corners of your mouth, a sight that megumi wanted to burn into his memory.

he watched intently as he disappeared into the wet warmth of your mouth, your small moans vibrating against him.

you give megumi no time to breathe, coming up for one breath before slamming your mouth back down on his cock, reveling in the sensation of his veins pulsing, forcing your tongue out to lick his balls while thrusting your own face on his cock.

“god, you’re a fucking-hah! bitch,” strained moans following his insults as you gagged around his length, your throat tightening as you forced yourself to swallow down his thick girth.

“ahah-oh shiittt,” megumi’s eyes rolled back into his skull, his jaw was slack with a silent scream, the feeling of your mouth around him was like ecstasy and my god, he was so close already.

“oh fuck!” megumi’s cock stiffened even more, his balls tightening and he knew he was gonna cum.

suddenly, he felt you pull back right before you pushed him over the edge. whining like a bitch at the orgasm denial, all while an evil smirk plastered your face, watching as megumi’s cock pathetically jerked and twitched violently.

“ohh, that was a close one,” you mewl with a little giggle, resting your head on his thigh and staring up at him and like the bully you are, you ran your fingertips gently up and down his angry cock.

“i fuckin' hate you,” megumi said shakily, his tip pulsing and hot red, a thousand times more sensitive than before.

“aww, don’t say that,” you start, “you know you love me,” you whisper lowly, seductively, the inflection in your voice daring megumi to fight back.

“shut up, you’re gonna regret this,” megumi grumbled, still embarrassed but now more irritated. you’re not allowed to tease him when you’re the one who was so horny earlier he could see you rubbing your thighs together for friction.

“oh yeah?” you say, egging him on. “make me regret it.”

your eyes widened, megumi’s hand now around your throat and yanking you up off your knees before he threw you onto the bed mercilessly, taking your place on the floor.

before you realized what was happening, your shorts and panties we’re torn from your lower half and discarded to the side, megumi’s hands grabbing your things and forcing your ass to the edge of the bed, parting your thighs to reveal your glistening cunt.

the cold of the air was quickly replaced by the feeling of megumi’s hot breath on your pussy. you watched shocked as he planted a kiss on either side before sinking his teeth into the fat of your thigh, his sharp teeth nearly drawing blood with how hard he bit down, a small punishment.

“you wanna be a brat?” megumi grumbled lowly, his eyes staring directly into your pussy, admiring every last bit of your perfect cunt he so desperately needed.

you gasped as megumi dipped his head down to lick between your folds slowly, only stopping to kiss your clit before pressing his lips against your pussy and lapping at your juices, moaning at the sweet taste of your essence, his hands coming up and slipping under your bra to fondle your breasts, pinching and twisting your hard and sensitive nipples.

he groaned into your pussy, your delicious taste and the scent of your sopping cunt making his cock pulsate. you don’t know how long he’s fantasized about this, every time he’d abuse his cock at the thought of ravaging your wet pussy and now it’s finally all his.

megumi flattened his tongue on your cunt and dragged it over your clit tortuously, making you jolt up and tangle your fingers in his black locks, and string of whines and mewls falling from your lips as he goes back and forth from dipping his tongue into your cunt and licking between your folds before stopping to suck your clit.

“o-oh-fuck! megumi!” you cry out, throwing your head back as you tugged on tufts of megumi’s hair, your thighs shaking as your hips twitched against his mouth.

megumi only growled in response, his tongue exploring your hot tight hole, the muscle pressing against your clenching walls before replacing it with two thick digits, curling his fingers right against your sweet spot, tongue flicking over your clit.

“agh-'s too much, s-stop!” you scream, the feeling of your sensitive bud being tortured by megumi’s determined tongue throwing you over the edge and you swore you were going to squirt but megumi didn’t let up.

“fuck-please!” you restarted to begging, clenching megumi’s hair as your whole body convulsed, your pleas falling to deaf ears as megumi continued relentlessly, fingers pumping faster, harder.

you squirmed as the impending feeling that you were going to both squirt and cum simultaneously hit you, your whole body tensing as you moaned.

“m-megumi, i’m gonna s-squirt!” you stuttered, fumbling your words as the feeling welled in your stomach. “don’t care,” megumi mumbled into your pussy lips, “you wanted this.”

“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean-“ your plea was cut off by a shriek tearing from your throat violently as megumi latched his lips onto your swollen clit and sucking, hard.

you came undone beneath megumi, back arched and squirting all while your pussy clenched and fluttered around megumi’s fingers, your juices coating megumis chin and dripping to the floor. your loud moans filling the room as megumi’s tongue continued to lick firm lines over your pussy, he was not about to let you go unpunished.

it was like his tongue got faster and stronger, his lick and sucks becoming more aggressive the more the squealed for him to knock it off until you were full blown screaming in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"f-fu-stop! meg-nghh," you writhed beneath him, not able to breathe and seeing stars.

he finally pulls away, looking up at you with glossy eyes, his lips and chin glazed in your juices, proud of how well he ruined you.

soft moans fell from your lips and you came down, falling back onto the mattress as megumi dipped his tongue back in for a few more kitten licks, chest rising and falling as you gasped for air.

megumi licked his lips and stood up, crawling onto the bed to hover over you, one hand running up the side of your naked body before reaching your bra and t-shirt, hiked up to reveal your breasts.

sliding your shirt off, megumi slides a hand under your body, fumbling with the clasp of your bra before finally undoing it, leaving you fully naked.

in somewhat of a daze, you reach up to glide your hand up his abs, admiring the body you had always longed for. megumi hummed at the feeling, his hand landing on yours and guiding it towards his face, placing the palm flush against his blushing cheek before planting a gentle kiss to the center of your palm.

you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a sloppy kiss, messy yet intimate and passionate, like your lips were made for each other.

megumi plants himself between your legs to lay flat against you as he deepens the kiss, snaking his arms beneath you and pulling you flush against him, his cock pressed against your sensitive pussy.

he moaned into your mouth as grinded his twitchy length against your folds, you whine each time his tip glides over your puffy clit, his precum adding to the sticky slick of your cunt.

impatient, megumi reaches to grab his cock, aligning his tip at your entrance. reluctantly pulling away from your lips, dropping his head beside your before turning to whisper in your ear, "i'm gonna put it in now, okay?" he asks sweetly, concern lacing his voice.

"mhm," you agree, still feeling the affects of your orgasm. megumi breathed heavily as he slowly thrusted his hips forwards, his swollen tip stretching you open, he was so thick you felt like he was going to tear you in half.

you gasp as he fully bottoms out, stretching you deliciously and stuffing your cunt full of his length, his cock twitching in your warm, tight walls that fluttered around him. "mm, fuck," megumi moaned, stilling himself to give you time to adjust.

"'s so big," you whine, straining to take all of him. "you okay baby?" megumi asks, mindlessly throwing a petname at you. "y-yeah," you stutter like an idiot, the fact that megumi is balls deep in you and the name he just called you fully processing and now you're suddenly embarrassed.

"'m gonna start moving now, okay?" megumi says caringly, his hips rolling eagerly. you can only moan in response, his tip already nudging your sweet spot. he can't take anymore waiting, he needs to fuck you the way you deserve.

you can feel every bulging vein as megumi pulls his hips back before snapping them forward with a loud clap, his hips making bruising contact with yours. you cry out and megumi groans deeply, his voice reverberating in your ears.

"shiiittt," megumi grunts, rolling his hips even rougher, loving how your cunt feels around him and the oh so beautiful whines falling from your lips.

megumi pistons into you, pulling out just to slam his cock so deep you can practically feel him in your stomach, each deapstroke making your eyes roll back. you clawed at his back with your head thrown back, mouth agape in a silent scream.

"fuck, so fucking tight," megumi growled, sitting up to angle his cock at your g-spot, earning a sensual moan from you.

the sight beneath him was so erotic, your naked body splayed beneath him, his cock shiny with your arousal, a creamy ring building around his base with each thrust, and your face twisting in pleasure.

"oh m'god, you're so fucking sexy," megumi muttered, lifting one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, holding your thigh and bringing a hand down to rub tight circles around your clit, itching to make you cum again so he can see that gorgeous face you make.

you mewl and claw at your bed sheets, his thumb rubbing your sensitive bud and making you twitch. his cock forcing it's way in and out of your tight cunt, bullying your cervix and stretching you soo deliciously.

"megumi please-agh-harder!" you beg needily, making megumi forcefully slam into you, your gummy walls swallowing his cock so well.

"takin' me like such a good girl," megumi says, planting kisses on your calf, "milking me so fucking good."

megumi starts to ramble, his orgasm creeping up on him, "you like that? you like the way my cock feels in your pretty little pussy? ngh! this pussy was made f'me."

"just f'me" "mine, all fucking mine"

megumi threw his head back, mumbling in deep moans about owning you, being all yours, and how he's never gonna let you go; his voice raising an octave the closer he gets to coming, his balls tightening and cock pulsating.

"godd, you're never gonna leave me," those words were enough to shoot electricity straight through you, making you clench around megumi's cock at how much his words turned you on.

pussydrunk, megumi cries out, hips stuttering. "say you're mine," he starts, slurring his words, "say you're all fucking mine."

"fuck! i'm all yours!" you squeal, his thrusts sloppy but rough. "say it, say you belong to me," he says in a strained moan. "i belong to you," you obey, too fucked stupid to refuse, your lower belly tightening and pussy pulsating. "who? hah-who do ya' belong to, baby?" megumi demands, his hips stuttering. "megumi~! ngh, i belong to megumi-agh!"

you fall apart beneath megumi in a scream, pussy clamping down on his cock and milking him for all he's worth as his cock twitches and jerks violently as he yells out, falling on top of you as his hips twitch and thrust into you as shoots thick ropes of cum deep inside your cunt as your orgasm waves over you violently.

the feeling is euphoric, your eyes roll into the back of your head as you clawed at megumis back, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him deeper.

"fuck!" megumi growls with one last thrust, burrying his cock as deep as he can and dumping the last of his hot sticky cum in your pussy, a string of curses and moans following.

sweaty and gasping as you both come down from your orgasms, loosening your grip on his body as he lifts his hips, pulling out his softening cock.

megumi's tense figure relaxed into yours, small whimpers and pants still leaving him as he came down from his orgasm, holding on to you as he rested his face next to yours.

absolutely spent, you both stayed like that in a comfortable silence before megumi turned his head and kissed the shell of your ear lovingly, "i love you," he said hesitantly, and you can't tell if the pounding heart beat you're hearing is yours or his.

you turned your head to look into megumi's, wondering if you heard right or if the weed and alcohol were playing cruel tricks on you. his eyes darted back and forth between yours expectantly, his cheeks still dusted pink.

"i love you too," you finally say, something you've been waiting to say for years.

you feel your chest tighten with doubt but you're quickly eased by the megumi leaning in and placing a loving kiss on your lips, smiling as he pulls away with glossy eyes like he's about to cry.

"i really love you," you reiterate, feeling like you hadn't made yourself clear enough. "i love you too, baby," "you're sure?" "yes, i'm all yours,"

"and you're all mine."

@-neinoko

[lpmurphy]

Begin Again

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Summary: It had been thirty years since his truck tires rolled out of her drive for the last time. Even longer since the day his locker door slammed shut beside hers and marked the beginning of Jack Abbot. Beth had never expected it to end. Never expected to live a lifetime with only the ghost of the boy who promised her one together. She never expected to see him again. Until that curtain flung open, and there he was. And just like that, Jack Abbot began again.

Notes: jack abbot/single mom!ofc, reunited high school sweethearts, second chance romance, slow (emphasis on the SLOW) burn, seriously it's slow, ofc’s daughter is a teenage menace and we love her for it, angst/longing/yearning, hurt/comfort, author is just an english teacher with no medical background, eventual smut, jack and ofc are emotionally constipated idiots

Tag List: (comment if you would like to be added!) @foolishseven

Word Count: 5,831

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Chapter Two: Ghosts in the Room

Jack hadn’t expected much out of the last hour of his shift. Maybe a kid with a Lego up his nose. A couple of college freshmen who couldn’t hold their liquor, or a bouncer’s right hook. A sprained ankle, maybe a code blue to keep him humble on his way out the door. If he was lucky, a combative drunk or a transport delay would pad the clock and justify the overtime. Routine. Predictable. The kind of night that bled into the last and the next without much distinction.

He certainly wasn’t expecting Elizabeth fucking Baker.

Neither of them moved. She stood in front of him like some cruel trick of memory, and for a second, God help him, he thought maybe he was dreaming like every other time he’d seen her face. That he’d blink, and she’d vanish like all the other things he’d lost. 

But she didn’t.

She was real.

The sounds of the world—voices, a ringing phone, the beeping of monitors—fell away into nothing. He forgot the X-rays gripped in his hands. Forgot the aching in his shoulder, the sting of antiseptic on his skin, the low-grade headache from too much caffeine and not enough food. Forgot the thirty years he’d spent convincing himself that leaving her had been the right thing.

Instead, it was just her. Just him. Locked in a stalemate he didn't know how to break. They stayed that way for what felt like hours, the rush of his blood in his ears louder than anything that existed outside of that room. Fuck, the IED blast had been less disorienting. At least with that, there’d been warning. A gut-deep prickle, a second of awareness before shit went sideways. This, her, hit with no warning at all. Time didn’t just freeze; it detonated. Memory roared in his ears louder than any explosion ever had. His vision tunneled, ears ringing, heart slamming against his ribs like it was trying to claw its way out.

She stared at him like a ghost had walked through the door, and Jack felt like one. Hollowed out, drifting, as if something ancient had cracked open inside him. Something he’d carefully kept sealed away for decades. In an instant, thirty years slipped away like fog on glass. All he could see was her, exactly as she was the last time he saw her, and yet, not at all.

In a single breath, he was eighteen again. Barely a man, stupid and terrified, standing on her parents’ porch trying to memorize her face before he left it all behind. Already hating himself for what he was going to do when the sun rose the next morning. And she was still her. Still the girl he’d left standing in the glow of the porch light, wearing that damn jacket that always looked better on her than it ever had on him, whispering goodnight while he whispered goodbye.

A hundred thoughts fired at once. You look good. I missed you. I'm sorry. None of them made it out. 

For the last time, he was able to imagine what would happen if she ever saw his face again. There were no tears. No screams. No anger. Instead, she blinked, just once, and in that blink was everything; disbelief, fury, relief, fear. A thousand yesterdays flickered behind her eyes before she turned, just slightly, like maybe this wasn’t happening. Like maybe if she moved fast enough, she could undo it.

Beth’s lips parted like she might speak, but nothing came out. Instead, she bit her lip, her hand hovering at her collarbone, fingers curling slightly like she didn’t know where to put them. Her hand tremored slightly before it found the thin gold chain she wore around her neck, twisting the pendant in her fingers. Her eyes never left him, too wide for him to meet, pinning him in place like her gaze might tunnel straight through.

“So,” she whispered, barely more than a breath, “that’s where you went.”

His breath caught somewhere deep in his throat, his eyes pinching shut before he forced a steadying breath. Jack opened his mouth to say something. Apologize. Explain. Anything.

But all that came out was:

“Hey.” 

He regretted it the second it left his lips. Thirty years, and that was what he led with? That was the best he could do? Just hey? Like they were bumping into each other at the goddamn grocery store? A dry, humorless laugh puffed from her lips. She folded her arms over her chest, more shield than gesture, and tilted her head like she was still trying to make sense of the fact that he was standing in front of her at all. Her eyes narrowed at him slightly, lips pressed together in a hard line, and he could almost hear the whispered words that followed that look every time; you’re an idiot, Jack Abbot.

“Hi, Jack,” she said.

He tried to recover. Stumbled after the moment like he might still catch it and fix it. “It’s… it’s been a while.”

Beth nodded once. “Yeah. Yeah, it has.”

Silence folded in between them again. Not comfortable, but not quite hostile. Just… tight. Because what do you say? What do people say to each other after thirty years of silence? He knew how to handle patients; screaming, silent, combative, hurting. He knew how to handle other doctors, nurses. Knew how to take and give orders. But this… He didn’t know this. Words swirled through his mind so fast he could hardly hold on to them, stringing together sentences that he couldn’t speak, and knew wouldn’t help. They were thirty years too late. Way too fucking late.

She wasn’t looking at him now; at least not directly. Her eyes drifted past his shoulder, over the curtained trauma bays and the nurses’ station behind him, like maybe if she looked long enough, she’d find the version of him she remembered instead. The one who hadn’t left.

He stepped forward without meaning to, instinct more than intention, but stopped himself before he closed the space between them. Beth looked at him again then. Really looked. And there it was; the flicker. The flicker of something just barely below the surface, but didn’t stay long enough to name before she dropped her gaze. She looked down at her sneakers, toeing the rubber against the floor before lifting those blue eyes again, unreadable now.

“You look…” she gestured towards him, but her words trailed off before she let her arms fall to her sides. The sentence withered between them.

“You too,” he said, too quickly. Then quieter, “You do.”

From the bed, Abby raised a brow, her head lolling slightly to the side. The morphine dulled the sharpness in her eyes and turned her words a little slurred around the edges, but not enough to blunt her suspicion.

“This is weird,” she murmured, looking between them like she was trying to solve a puzzle no one had given her the pieces for. “You both are being weird. Do… do you two know each other?”

Beth opened her mouth, but the words didn’t come. They stuttered on the inhale, caught somewhere in her throat. Her gaze flicked back to Jack, arms still folded tightly across her chest. Jack held her gaze for a moment longer than he should’ve, then looked away.

“We went to high school together,” he said finally, tone careful. 

Beth let out a breath that was more scoff than exhale. “Right,” she said, voice low and edged. “High school.” She nodded once, slow and deliberate, her face tight. “That’s one way to put it.”

Jack didn’t flinch at the ice in her voice, but it was close. Instead, it crept into him in a bitter chill that sat heavy in his gut.

Abby blinked. “So… you dated?”

“Something like that,” Beth muttered, cutting her eyes toward the curtain like she was done with the whole conversation. Like she wanted to be anywhere else but here, standing in front of the man who once promised her the world and then disappeared like it meant nothing.

Abby seemed to accept the answer, settling back against the pillow with a shrug. “Still weird,” she murmured, eyes drifting shut. “But okay.”

Beth didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just kept her arms crossed, her shoulders tight, her fingers still twirling the pendant at her collarbone and eyes locked on him like they were keeping him pinned to the floor. Jack wished she’d just fucking say it. All of it. Scream, cry, curse him out. Anything but this: this quiet, sharp nothing. He felt himself shift, uneasy in his own skin that had grown two sizes too small since he stepped into the room. He hadn’t felt like this in decades. Not in combat zones. Not in trauma bays. But standing in front of her, with all the years between them pressed in close and her daughter studying him like she was appraising a used car, he felt like a goddamn kid again; uncertain, apologetic. Hungry for a kindness that was no longer his.

She finally looked away, turning towards the bed and brushing a gentle hand through Abigail’s hair in an absent, comforting gesture. “Jack, this is my daughter, Abby. But I assume you already knew that.”

The two syllables hit him so hard it knocked the breath from his lungs. Abby. 

The name lodged somewhere between his ribs, sharp and unyielding. How many times had she said it through laughter? Or shouted it over the noise of the garage at the shop? Or murmured it like a secret only he got to hear? He swallowed against the weight in his throat. No. People named their kids after all sorts of shit; books, songs, dead relatives, characters from shows. Hell, he’d treated enough Chandlers and Phoebes with birth dates in the late '90s to know better than to assume anything.

Before he could stop it, before he could think better of it, the word left him, rough and quiet. “Abby?”

The color drained out of her face in an instant. Beth’s eyes widened like an animal caught in the headlines, lips parting with a sharp inhale, almost like she was ready to deny it or explain it or say anything at all. But, Abby beat her to it.

“Wait…” she said slowly, blinking at him through the haze of pain meds, her voice syrup-thick and amused, “You’re the guy from her prom picture! The one with the stupid ass mullet!”

Beth let out a groan, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Abigail.”

Jack blinked, caught off guard, and turned to the girl—Abby, Jesus Christ—with his name, giving her an incredulous look. “It was hardly a mullet.”

Next to her, Beth made a face somewhere between a grimace and a laugh and crossed her arms again, but not before that flicker of amusement betrayed her. Jack caught it and turned back toward her, one brow raised. “What?”

Her lips pressed together, trying and failing to hold back the small smile they fought to stretch into. “It was encroaching on mullet territory.”

“Not even close,” he shot back, the indignation crumbling into a breathy chuckle.

Beth shrugged. “Mullet adjacent.”

That sly little smirk broke through at last, tugging faintly at the corners of her mouth. It was subtle, almost cautious, but unmistakable. And just like that, he saw her again: bare feet on the dash, his jacket around her shoulders, laughing at something stupid he said. Thirty years slipped right off her face and he saw the girl he remembered.

Abby tilted her head, studying Jack like he was some mildly disappointing exhibit at the end of a long museum tour. “Huh. I thought you’d be taller.”

“Abby.” Beth warned, voice tight.

“What? I thought. That’s not the same as saying. I didn’t say he’s short. We’re short, Mom. I mean… he kind of is, but—”

“Abigail Quinn.” Beth hissed, sharp eyes focused on her daughter. The way her head snapped to glare down at the girl made his spine straighten; he’d been on the receiving end of the Sheriff Baker stare more times than he could count, and she’d perfected it in the years since then. "That's enough."

“I’m just making an observation,” Abby mumbled, blinking slowly. “What do you want from me, woman? I’m high as giraffe balls. I’m not responsible for my actions right now.”

Beth pressed her lips together. “Stop it.”

Abby turned toward Jack with an exaggerated sigh. “Sorry. You’re very tall, Dr. Mullet.”

Jack barked a laugh before he could stop it, and Beth immediately dropped her face into her hands. She groaned, dragging her hands down her face before dropping them into a resigned cross over her chest.

“Morphine?” she asked, pink crawling up her freckled chest to her neck.

“Two milligrams, IV push,” he confirmed, still chuckling.

Beth grimaced. “Wonderful,” she muttered, rubbing her cheeks. “Then we’re in for a show.”

“Oh, Doctor Mullet and his little dork almost-doctor got me on that good shit, Mom,” Abby drawled, a dreamy grin on her face as she sank deeper into the bed.

“Watch your mouth, child,” Beth said automatically. 

Jack stifled a laugh, exchanging a look with Beth, who mouthed an apology while he checked Abby’s IV. “She should be pain-free for a while,” he told her. “We’ll up ‘em if we need to, but from the sounds of it, she’s doing just fine.”

“Hell yeah,” Abby sighed like it was the best news she’d ever heard. “Compliments to the fuckin’ chef, dude. I’m rollin’. ”

“Abigail…” Beth warned, but the sigh that followed made it clear that she wasn’t fighting too hard anymore.

“What?” Abby looked positively affronted. “I didn’t curse. I just said fuck. Wait… Fuck. I said fuck. Fuck! I said it again. Fuck! Ah!” Her eyes widened in slow, horrified amusement while she laughed. “Mom, help me. I can’t stop saying it. This is crazy. I feel crazy.”

Beth placed a hand over her daughter’s mouth with a heavy exhale. “Close your eyes,” she ordered flatly.

“I’m gonna close my eyes,” Abby said dutifully, blinking hard like it required real effort.

“And your mouth.”

Abby gave her a loose thumbs-up, added finger guns for good measure, and clicked her tongue with a grin before melting back into the pillow. Beth turned back to him with a tired sort of smile, lifting her brows in apology as Abby mumbled something unintelligible and blissful behind her.

“I’d apologize, but I’m sure she gave you hell before the meds, too. She’s always been a rather spirited child.”

Jack shook his head, mouth tugging up at the corners. “Hey, beats the criers.”

Beth let out a quiet snort. “Oh, don’t worry. That’s coming. You should’ve seen her when she got her wisdom teeth out. She sobbed like it was a national tragedy. Thought I was abandoning her to a life of soft foods.”

He chuckled, and for a second it was easy. They were just two people with life stretched between them, swapping stories that didn’t leave scars. But the laughter faded too quickly, and in its place came silence. It hung between them, heavy and hesitant. He cleared his throat. She fiddled with the cuff of her jacket— his jacket. 

Jack’s eyes wandered over her, caught on the details he hadn’t had the chance to take in until now. The bright green scrubs. The hospital badge on the glittery reel clipped neatly to her waistband.

UPMC Mercy: Emergency Medicine.

He took it in with a quiet nod, a flicker of something like pride stirring low in his chest. She’d done exactly what he always figured she would. Not like he ever had a doubt; she’d always had the brains and the backbone. There had never been another option for her; just stubborn, willful Beth with a twenty year plan and practiced script signatures written in glitter gel pen.

But his eyes snagged on the badge a second time. Dr. Elizabeth Baker.

What had the kid’s chart said? Morgan? Abigail Morgan. But the name next to the ID photo wasn’t Morgan. Just Baker. Still Beth.

He gestured toward the badge. “You been at Mercy long?”

She blinked like she’d forgotten it was there, brushing her fingers over it absently. “Oh. Yeah. About eight years now. Not for much longer, though. Started there when we moved back from Boston.” Her hand dropped. “I was in the middle of a code stroke when the school called, or I would’ve been here sooner.”

“Boston, huh?” he asked casually, crossing his arms, still gripping the iPad like a vice.

“And Denver for my residency before that,” she nodded, gently swatting Abby’s hand away when the girl reached over to pet the fabric of her scrubs. 

Jack gave a quiet nod, a smirk playing at his lips. “What happened to never moving to Pittsburgh?”

“Well,” she huffed a breath through her nose, the corner of her mouth twitching, but the smile never quite made it. “Guess sometimes life just doesn’t go according to plan. Right, Jack?”

The words hit him harder than he cared to admit. She hadn’t thrown them, hadn’t spit them like venom, but they burned through him the very same. No, he thought. It certainly doesn’t. 

Beth reached out to flick the edge of his badge with a dry little smile. “You copied me.”

He gave a soft laugh, glancing down at it. “I wouldn’t say I copied you. I prefer… ‘was loosely inspired by.’”

“Oh, whatever.” She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth tugged up. “Doctor Abbot always did have a nice ring to it.”

His smile faded into something gentler. “Yeah,” he murmured, “it did.”

“Mom.”

Both Jack and Beth turned toward the bed. Abby laid on her back, the heels of her hands pressed into her eyes like she was trying to scrub away the fog in her brain. She stayed like that for a long beat, unmoving. Christ, the kid was right. She was higher than giraffe balls.

Beth tilted her head, waiting. “Yeah?”

Abby didn’t look up. “This is weird.”

“What’s weird, baby?”

“That you know him.”

Beth glanced at Jack, who looked just as caught off guard. “Yeah, it is a little strange, isn’t it?”

Another pause.

“He gave me drugs.”

Beth sighed. “That’s quite literally his job, boo.”

Abby dropped her hands and blinked at them. “That’s actually insane.”

Beth let out a snort she didn’t bother to hide. “Go back to sleep, weirdo.” Abby nodded and shut her eyes again, a gentle grin tugging at her lips like she hadn’t nearly made Whitaker cry an hour ago. Beth rolled her eyes and turned to Jack, clearing her throat before gesturing to the iPad. “The nurse said she had imaging done before I got here. CT?”

Jack’s gaze shifted, as if the reason for his presence in the room had just slipped his mind. He gave a small cough, then pulled up the images. “Nah, just the usual.” He handed her the tablet, and she took it without hesitation, quickly swiping through the images with a clinical focus.

“Comminuted spiral fracture of the distal tibia and fibula,” Jack stated, slipping into a rhythm as the words came easily. “It’s displaced, probably from the way she came down on it, with some soft tissue damage around the break. Mild paresthesia in the toes, but I’m not discounting nerve involvement yet. Cap refill’s sluggish, pedal and tibial pulses are both at 1+, so—”

“Tibial’s up to 2+ since intake,” Beth interrupted, her voice matter-of-fact, her gaze still glued to the screen. “Cap refill’s still over two seconds, though. She’s got some sensation back in her toes, but still not reacting to stimuli.” She squinted at the fracture, zooming in for a better look, unaware of Jack’s raised brow. Smartass didn't fall far from the tree, he thought. Finally, she glanced up and noticed his curious expression. Beth shrugged, offering him a wry smile. “I did my own neuro check when I got here. Sorry. Mom thing.”

“I don’t remember asking for a consult,” he scoffed, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

“You didn’t, but you’re getting it anyway,” Beth didn’t even look up from the iPad as she continued to squint at the images. “And poking a kid with a pen is hardly a consult, especially when you gave birth to the patient,” she shot back, her tone dry. “Probably going to need a few pins, so we’re looking at surgery. Sixteen weeks with subsequent PT if she’s lucky.”

He stood opposite her, eyes fixed on the screen. “Yeah, I’m thinking the same,” Jack muttered, still scanning the images.

Beth’s eyes flicked over the X-ray one more time, then paused. She squinted, leaning in closer before she let out an exasperated sigh and shoved the tablet back towards him. “Hold this,” she muttered, turning behind her to fish through her purse for a pair of black rimmed glasses, grumbling, “Swear I went fuckin’ blind the minute I turned forty.” 

She turned back to him with a huff, slipping the glasses on and holding out her hand for the tablet like this was just another consult. Like he wasn’t standing there being quietly fucking leveled by the sight of her. She tapped her nail against the screen, gesturing above the main break. “There’s a fracture above the main break as well. Jesus, what did those girls do? Throw her?”

He frowned down at the screen. “Where?”

“Look,” she sighed.

She stepped beside him, close enough that her shoulder brushed against his. The warmth of her body sent a fleeting jolt through him. He stiffened, pretending he hadn’t noticed, but the heat lingered. His focus wavered, and just for a moment, he let it. While she watched the screen, he watched her, tracing over the lines of her face that hadn’t changed while everything else had; the same gentle slope of her lips, the freckles that clustered bold along the bridge of her nose and faded across her cheeks, the chew of her lip when she was deep in thought.

He still had to look down at her. Her shoulder still pressed lightly to his bicep. And then, forcing himself, he looked back at the screen.

Beth leaned in even closer, explaining with a calm precision as she gestured. “See this little line here? That could mean more soft tissue involvement. Might be worth a CT to get the full extent of it.”

Jack nodded, his voice a little tight. “Yeah, I’ll get that ordered.” He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the unexpected awareness of her presence. 

“So is ortho coming down, or is this going to take another thirty years too?” She asked. She stepped away, and he felt himself deflate. 

Ouch. He shrugged slightly with a tight nod. “Depends on who is on call tonight. But if we’re lucky? Oh… I’d say sometime within the next century.”

That earned a laugh. Brief, but dizzying; a bright, snorted sound that lived only in memories of chemistry labs and that old paper mill. She smiled gently, tucking a strand of hair that had escaped her tight twist behind her ear, and his fingers twitched at his side. He tucked his hand into his pocket, clicking the display off and tucking the tablet under his arm. Blue eyes turned to him again from behind dark frames, assessing him with that same sterile, clinical stare that was far too detached to be her own. He opened his mouth, thought better of it, and shut it again. Her eyebrows lifted over her glasses in a silent challenge to go on. He sighed; always too goddamn stubborn for her own good.

He opened his mouth again. Here goes fucking nothing, he guessed. Only been avoiding this for three goddamn decades. He glanced over at her daughter, now finally adrift in a drug-induced haze, before tipping his head toward the other side of the curtain.

“Hey, could we—?”

He didn’t get the chance to finish before her head snapped towards the bed at the sound of quiet weeping. Part of him, the one that had never wanted this conversation in the first place, was relieved. Aching shoulders sank slightly when she turned away from him to step quickly to the side of the bed and pulled the rail down with quick, practiced fingers. The kid’s eyes were open, cheeks stained with tears, lips trembling. Her shoulders shook with each quiet sob.

And here come the tears.

“Hey, baby. I’m right here.” Beth cupped her daughter’s face in both hands, her voice low and gentle. Abby continued to cry, the morphine giving her just enough slack to let the dam break. She took a gasping breath that Jack felt in his own chest, but Beth only offered her a soft smile and brushed her thumbs across Abby’s cheeks. “Hey. Breathe with me, okay? You’re going to make yourself sick.”

Beth inhaled slow and deep, nodding gently when Abby hiccuped. Her daughter took a shaky breath in time with her, exhaling on another hiccup while Beth murmured soft encouragements between breaths. Tears slipped down Abby’s cheeks as she blinked up at her mother, lips trembling.

“I broke my leg,” she choked out in a hoarse whisper. “I heard it. It cracked like a glow stick.”

Beth nodded, brushing her fingers through Abby’s hair with a sympathetic smile. “I know, sweetheart.”

Her lip quivered. “I can’t cheer anymore.”

Beth glanced at Jack, a silent apology in her eyes, then turned back to her daughter. He stayed rooted at the foot of the bed, though he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was medical persistence; a habit. Reflex. Maybe it was something else. His own morbid curiosity about what she had become without him.

But whatever it was, he couldn’t walk away from this bed as easily as he did all the others.

“It’s gonna heal,” Beth said gently. “You’ll be okay, Abs.”

“It was my last season,” Abby whimpered. “It’s over. It’s all over, and it didn’t even start yet.”

“Oh, honey…” Beth sighed.

Jack watched her lower herself onto the bed, one leg tucked beneath her, her back to him like a closing door. Without hesitation, Abby folded into her, clinging like she was the only solid thing in the room. She buried her face in Beth’s neck. Beth held her close, rubbing slow, soothing circles across her back. And Jack saw not the sharp-tongued teen, but a little girl. A child wrecked by pain and disappointment, reaching for her mother the only way she knew how. For a fleeting moment, she looked like the face that had clawed its way out of his memory when he’d first walked in with Whitaker, before he’d really seen Abby at all.

Fuck, she looked just like Beth.

“I’ll have to wear a cast at Homecoming,” Abby hiccuped, burrowing deeper into Beth’s arms. “It’s going to be in all the pictures. Mia told me that Emma told her that she heard from Zeke that Luke said Gavin was going to ask me, and now he won’t because I look like some tragic teenage cryptid.”

Beth rested her chin on Abby’s head, nodding along to the spiraling logic. “If Gavin doesn’t ask you because you broke your leg, then Gavin isn’t a boy worth your time.”

“I don’t even want to go anymore. I’m going to look so ugly.”

“Oh, you stop,” Beth murmured, easing back just enough to meet her daughter’s wet eyes. “You’ll look beautiful. We’ll find a dress that hides it.”

“Oh my god, Mom,” Abby groaned, looking up at her like she’d suggested smearing dog shit on it. “It’s Homecoming. No one wears long dresses to Homecoming. That’s prom.”

“I wore a long dress to my senior Homecoming,” Beth replied calmly, ignoring the wobble in her daughter’s voice. Jack nodded slightly, though he wasn’t sure to who. She had. It was green.

“Yeah, like a million years ago!”

“Okay, okay. No long dresses, got it,” Beth relented with a sigh, pulling Abby to her again before pivoting. “We’ve got a few months to figure it out, and your mom can do wicked things with a hot glue gun and some rhinestones. Remember your Eras Tour outfit? A cast is nothing. I’ve got this.”

Abby let out a wet laugh. “That’s so tacky.”

“It’s Homecoming, baby. It’s all tacky.”

“Someone’s gonna draw a dick on it.”

“Then we’ll turn it into an elephant.” Beth laughed, tucking the blanket gently around her and dropping a kiss to the top of her head. “Maybe lean into it. Start the school year with a Sharpie and a warning.”

Abby nodded, and for a moment, Jack thought the melodrama had been soothed away. The sight of her like that… He’d always known Beth would be a good mom. He just never thought he’d get to see it for himself.

But then Abby wiped her nose on Beth’s shoulder with a shuddering breath.

“And now I’ll miss winter conditioning. Which means I’ll suck at volleyball too. Which means I won’t get captain. Which means Kayla probably will.” She groaned like the words physically hurt. “And I hate Kayla! She’s a dumb bitch and she can’t even serve.”

Jack had done his best to stay quiet at the end of the bed, pretending to look busy, though he wasn’t sure why he was still in the room at all, but that made him huff out something dangerously close to a laugh. Abby caught it and squinted at him like she’d been personally wronged.

“Don’t laugh, Doctor Mullet. This is, like, my entire life, and it’s over.”

“Don’t look at him, look at me.” Beth’s voice stayed calm, redirecting her daughter’s glare back where it belonged. “You’re right. It’s absolutely devastating, and I am so, so sorry, baby. But it will heal, and you still have summer ball. We’ll listen to what ortho says, and we’ll go from there. Us Baker girls are tough, remember?”

She smoothed her hand over Abby’s hair. “We’ll get you fixed up, grab whatever you want to eat on the way home, and spend the weekend watching whatever you want until I start work on Monday. How’s that sound?”

“Can we watch Gladiator?” she mumbled, voice thick.

Beth smiled softly. “Until we’re no longer entertained.”

Abby hiccuped a laugh and nodded. “Can we key Kayla’s car?”

Beth stifled a snort and lifted her face to rest her chin on top of her daughter’s head, fighting a smile. “No, we can’t.”

“But I hate her.”

“I’m aware.”

Abby sniffled again and let out a long, exhausted breath, her body starting to go limp against Beth’s. “I think I’m gonna throw up,” she groaned.

Beth nodded sympathetically, patting her back. “Morphine’ll do that.” She glanced up at Jack, her tone shifting like they were discussing a shared case on rounds. “Can we get her some Zofran? Four milligrams?”

Jack gave a slight nod, his gaze still on Abby. “I’ll have someone bring it.”

“Like right now,” Abby gagged, her whole body tensing with the warning.

Beth moved fast. In one motion, she slid her hand into her daughter’s hair and swept it back, the other arm guiding Abby forward. “Okay, baby. Over the side. There you go.” She murmured, not even blinking as Abby retched.

Jack stirred from the edge of the bed, instinct pulling him forward. “Let’s get you a bag,” he said, already reaching for one behind him. He held it out for Beth to catch it with a grateful glance. She shook it open and held it under Abby just in time for another rather productive heave. Beth didn’t flinch, didn’t grimace. She just kept whispering soft nothings, rubbing Abby’s back, solid and steady and sure. The girl vomited again before she gave a dramatic groan and slumped into her mother’s side. “I want to go home.” 

“I know, baby.”

“Doctor Mullet gave me drugs,” Abby mumbled, still a little green and catching her breath. “He did this to me. He ruined me.”

“Yeah,” Beth sighed, voice small. “He does that.”

Jack took a breath and stepped back. He shouldn’t be there, he knew that. There was no clinical reason for him to remain in that room. He felt like a voyeur, standing in the middle of something private and tender; staring in at a moment that didn’t belong to him, but felt like punishment. Like atonement. Like the universe had taken him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him back to watch what he had forfeited. Abby curled tighter into Beth’s arms and started to cry again, her face buried against her mother’s jacket, sobbing in great, shuddering waves. And Jack couldn’t look away. She looked so much like her. Not just in the shape of her face, or the stubborn tilt of her brow, but in the fire. The fight. The cracked-open heart. All of that spirit packed into a frame too small to hold it, trying to breathe between the sobs. 

And for a moment, Jack saw it. The collateral. The wreckage. A glimpse of everything he must have left in his wake that August so many years ago that he tried to avoid, playing out in front of him like penance. The ache twisted in his chest like something sharp and half-forgotten. He shifted back another step, the another before he finally turned and pulled himself from it.

“I’ll grab that Zofran,” Jack said, his voice tight. “Ortho should be down to grab her soon.”

Beth nodded, still rocking Abby gently. “Thank you,” she said softly.

He returned the nod, already moving toward the door like it was an escape route. His hand curled around the curtain, holding it just enough to slip out, but he paused. Behind him, he could still hear Abby’s sniffles, the rhythm of Beth’s voice soothing her like an old song. Something in his chest buckled under the weight of it. With a resigned breath, he turned back.

“Hey Beth?”

She looked up, tired but composed, like she’d been bracing herself for him.

Jack’s jaw twitched. His tongue was sandpaper in his mouth, but he forced the words through. “It was good to see you. Really.”

Beth nodded slowly, the smile that stretched across her face just a little too tight to be easy. “Well,” she exhaled, brushing Abby’s hair back from her damp forehead, “better get used to it. I start here on Monday.”

His brain caught on the words like a misfired round, jamming before it could make sense of them.

Oh. You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.

“You—wait. You’re the new doc?” The words came out dumb and breathless, like his mouth was scrambling to catch up to the rest of him.

Beth didn’t get a chance to answer.

Abby gave one last lurch and vomited straight into Beth’s lap.

Beth froze. Her hands hovered midair, her spine locking with slow disbelief. Then she let out a long, slow breath, and turned to Jack with a look so flat it might as well have been bulletproof.

Her smile was tight. Icy. Impeccably restrained.

“Surprise.”

[kensatou]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[sforzesco]

And he had great influence, both from the favours which he bestowed and the fear which he inspired, but more from the fear. At any rate, Sicinnius, who gave the greatest annoyance to the magistrates and popular leaders of his day, when asked why Crassus was the only one whom he let alone and did not worry, said that the man had hay on his horn. Now the Romans used to coil hay about the horn of an ox that gored, so that those who encountered it might be on their guard.

-Plutarch, Crassus 7

[d8tl55c]

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[dreamsy990]

ody practice animation

the lines and sketch as a bonus if u want

[lokh]

remembering very abruptly that i desperately need to work on lowering my cholesterol levels. anyone got any advice

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Oh man. Snap, idk if you saw issue #5 of rogue: the savage land. BUt apparently magneto's powers have been wonky for this entire miniseries because rogue is "a being of pure empathy" and being around her "infects" him. Before, magneto was just a cold-hearted killer who never felt any remorse for his actions, but now that he sees rogue caring about other people, he's "questioning all that he is." She infected him with empathy, so being around her messes up his powers.

I can't. Like... WHAT. I am so glad this is the last issue of this stupid shit. Thank god I don't have to read this anymore

chat is this real say sike right now

[voidimp]

are you enjoying your um. birthday dinner

[fleelangston]

hi  babies  ...  imagine  me  drawing  circles  in  the  sand  (  there's  sand  on  the  floor,  or  perhaps  we're  at  the  beach  )  ...  just  checking  in  on  u  all  ...  saying  hi  ...  i  miss  u  all  already  ...  (  we've  never  met  and  we  haven't  opened  for  anything  yet  )  ...  i  hope  ur  thinking  of  me,  or  your  second  muses,  or  your  third  muse  --  (  my  caretaker  is  guiding  me  back  to  bed  )  ...  ANYWAYS  !!!  hope  ur  all  doing  so  good.  i  just  finished  randomizing  roommates  which'll  be  revealed  sooner  than  later  and  let  me  just  say  ...  it's  juicy,  it's  already  so  juicy  i  can  feel  it  -  i  don't  know  how  or  why  but  it  just  is  ...  i'm  either  going  to  be  working  on  my  intros  or  sleeping,  but  don't  let  that  deter  you  if  you  wanna  chat,  send  apps and wcs, homoerotically  threaten  me,  etc.  etc.  ...

[skrunksthatwunk]

miraculous world: new york asks the bold question: what if batman and superman were lesbian married with children

[longagoitwastuesday]

I'm three interactions away from spreading my Ijichi/Gojo agenda

[sucrose-soymilk]

hadn’t really regressed in a While and i didn’t realize how much i missed/dareisay needed it until i had the free time and ability to do so over the last few days and i have to say. i’m feeling a bit better

[valodia]

Talking about vidya games...