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[toxicgetou]

MASTERLIST!

rules for requests: i currently only write for jack abbot and robby robinavitch from the pitt, no non-con requests, i do not write about pee or anything like that, nsfw is allowed, i cannot respond to everything quickly but i will do my best to get to it as soon as possible.

Jack Abbot x Reader

CALL ME - angst with comfort

ASK #01 - angst with comfort

Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch x Reader

NATIONAL DOCTOR’S DAY - fluff

ASK #01 - fluff

[toxicgetou]

i do not want to put pressure on the authors or anything…

but what do they think about a logan x reader story that ends with tucker or dean (i vote for my love tucker)

where basically he breaks up with the reader because of hannah and she is devastated but discovers a pregnancy

she tells him and logan, being a responsible man, automatically thinks he should marry her but she refuses because she does not want to spend the rest of her life thinking he only chose her because of the baby

during all of this she gets really close to one of his teammates who PLOT has been in love with her for a long time but unlike john he never pursued a relationship because he did not want to hurt anyone

happy ending for everyone (except maybe logan i guess), extra points if the reader is garrett’s best friend or cousin

[toxicgetou]

a light angst

you and brendon get divorced, both of you are exhausted.

he feels like you are not the woman he fell in love with anymore and you feel completely abandoned.

you still love each other but neither of you fights for the relationship and the situation only gets worse when you both meet other people at work.

nothing physical happens but it becomes obvious that emotionally you are both cheating, even so when he finally asks for the divorce you break apart.

you sign the papers and accept it but you still fall apart, you realize faster than he does that all you were doing was searching for him in another man, the brendon who seemed to love you and wanted you close, you barely even have time to think about getting involved with another man when you discover…

months pass, park is relatively okay or at least that is what he tells himself mentally.

he even tried to keep something going with your “past self” but it did not work out, he misses you and he misses you badly.

so imagine his surprise when he sees you carrying a chubby baby through the emergency room, he was heading back toward the elevators when he stopped in the hallway, you looked exhausted and sad.

the baby was flushed red and breathing with difficulty while trying to sleep, the little one rubbed at their eyes from exhaustion and that was when park saw the small malformation on the hand, a genetic malformation he himself had as a child…

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summary: Garett loses his temper during a game when his father announces his upcoming marriage before the game. It worsens when he sees you sitting with his father in the stands. Seeing you with Phil messes with his head, but it ends with you reconnecting in Garett's bedroom.

pairings: garrett graham x afab!reader

warnings:7.1k words. mature themes. unprotected p in v. creampie. cum play. breeding kink. oral sex (m!receiving). blowjob. deepthroating. handjob. praise kink. dirty talk. nipple play. clitoral stimulation. body worship. hair pulling. risk of being overheard. d/s dynamics. aftercare. family conflict. read responsibly.

note: he has me in a chokehold ever since I watched the show… also!!! first time writing about Garrett, might do it again next time. reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!

Ever since Garrett packed his bags for Briar U and threw everything he had into college hockey, you two barely saw each other anymore. The daily routines you shared back home gave way to late-night texts, random phone calls, or FaceTime sessions that kept you connected as you both built entirely separate lives. You had your own things going on with your own circles, your own relationships, and your own sex lives with other people, but there was an obvious spark between you that never went away. It was clear to anyone who saw you together that the distance hadn’t changed the foundation between you because you knew each other better than anyone else did after years of growing up side by side.

You knew his biggest fears, along with the dreams he never told anyone about, and he knew yours right down to the exact way your bodies functioned or reacted under pressure. You remembered how his body felt during those private nights, and he knew your body just as well since you crossed that line together years ago to become each other’s first. Being so far away from Garrett made you miss him terribly all the time, so you agreed the exact moment his father asked you to tag along to watch one of his college hockey games. You didn’t know Phil was bringing his new girlfriend along since you truly believed he was just traveling to support his son, but you really should’ve known better with a man like him.

You absolutely hated how Phil Graham treated his son, but you still tried your best to tolerate his presence because he always treated you nicely. His father also made you promise to keep the whole trip a complete secret, which you happily did because you wanted to surprise Garrett. What you didn’t know, and Garrett didn’t know either, was that Phil planned to use this exact day to announce he was marrying a woman his son barely even recognized. You only learned about it today because you asked nosy questions of Cindy. You also had no idea that Phil had already shown up unannounced at the hockey house earlier that morning to corner Garrett before the match. They got into a heated conversation over it, and the unexpected confrontation completely messed with Garrett’s head right before the game.

Sitting next to Phil and his girlfriend in the stands made it clear why Garrett looked so betrayed and hurt when he glanced up at you. You didn’t quite understand his reaction at first, but it clicked when you watched him play badly as he missed passes he usually nailed. He kept his eyes on your section while he stumbled through his game, and his expression showed he felt like you took his father’s side by showing up with them. Garrett eventually lost his temper on the ice, so the referee kicked him straight out of the game. He walked off the rink looking completely wrecked, while you immediately jumped up from your seat to run after him through the crowded arena. “Garrett,” you called out while you pushed past a group of fans to follow him down the corridor.

He didn’t even look back as he stormed down the hallway. “Garrett, please wait a second,” you tried again, but he kept walking away past the random people staring at you both. “Garrett Graham!” you yelled out loud so he could actually hear you over the loud fans. He finally stopped walking before he turned around to face you with a completely pissed expression. “What do you want from me right now?” he snapped back at you with an annoyed look. “I can’t just let you walk off like that after everything I just saw out there,” you replied right away as you tried to catch your breath. You stepped even closer to him to place your hands right on his covered arms. You looked right into his eyes while you let out a long breath through your nose.

“You have every single right to be completely furious right now,” you said while your fingers gripped his gear gently to anchor him. “But you can’t let him ruin your performance out on the ice,” you added because you needed him to snap out of it. “Are you really going to let his sudden drama control how you play your game?” you asked while you watched his expression carefully. “I don’t want him to win by messing with your head,” you explained as you rubbed your palms against his sleeves. “I came all the way out here for you,” you reminded him while your voice dropped to a softer tone. “I didn’t come to force you to come to the wedding,” you said to make sure he understood your loyalty. Garrett leaned forward immediately to rest his forehead against your shoulder as if he was searching for any kind of comfort from your presence.

He let out a long and shaky breath against your neck while his body weight leaned into you completely. “I thought you took his side,” he mumbled while his shoulder pads bumped against your chest. “I’m always on your side,” you promised back as you held him tight. He pressed a quick kiss against your neck before he leaned back slightly. “I know,” he muttered while his hands slid down to your sides. “I just got completely pissed off seeing you sitting right next to him,” he admitted because the sight had blindsided him completely. “I’m sorry you had to look at that,” you replied while you shook your head. “Stop apologizing to me,” he told you right away. He slid his large hands straight down to your waist before he squeezed the skin tightly through your top.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered as he tilted his head closer. “Well, you really need to get back out to the rink right now,” you reminded him while you patted his bulky chest protector. “Not even time for a quick make-out session?” he asked with a small smirk on his face. “I might forgive you for keeping secrets if you give me that,” he joked, because he wanted to lighten the mood between you both. “You don’t have anything to forgive me for,” you countered while you smiled back at him. He trailed his lips along your jawline before he brushed his mouth against your own. “Don’t you miss me just as much?” he whispered against your skin while he looked for a reaction. “Oh, please, you get enough attention from women every single day,” you said while you rolled your eyes at his question.

“Are you actually jealous of them?” he asked while he grinned to tease you. You decided to shut him up by grabbing his face to pull him into a deep kiss. You bit down on his lower lip while he sucked on your tongue to deepen the contact. Your mouths moved against each other as he swiped his tongue over your teeth while you gripped his jersey. He moaned into your mouth as he sucked your bottom lip between his own lips. You kept licking into his mouth while he pushed his tongue against yours to taste you. “Mmmh-” he groaned against your skin before he broke the kiss to breathe. He went to press another kiss to your lips, but you caught his shoulders and shoved him back. “Stop it, you have to get back out there,” you said while you nudged him toward the door.

“We really need to end this before it turns into something else,” you added because you knew you would not be able to stop once you started. “This is not like you at all,” you remarked while you adjusted his jersey. “You know you are the only one who makes me lose my mind,” he told you while he stared at you. He let out a long breath, but he finally gave a nod of his head. He leaned in one last time to press his mouth against yours for a quick kiss. “Promise me that you will spend time with me later tonight?” he asked while he brushed his thumb against your cheek. “I promise,” you said as you watched him step toward the doorway. He turned around to give you a last look before he headed back toward the rink. You waited in the storage room until his footsteps faded away so you could catch your breath again.

You walked back out toward the arena, but you refused to head back to the seats next to Phil. You instead found a spot in the tunnel entrance where you could see the rink without anyone spotting you in the crowd. You occupied the side as the players returned for the final period of the game. It surprised you to see Garrett skate back onto the ice, since the coach had clearly decided to keep him in the lineup despite his earlier meltdown. He kept his eyes forward as he skated past the bench. You waited back in the dark tunnel so you could watch him the whole time. “Don’t mess this up, Garrett,” you whispered to yourself while you watched him take his position. He didn’t see you standing there in the entryway, but he seemed to have his head back in the game.

You leaned against the side as the buzzer sounded to start the last period, and you needed to see how he would finish this. Garrett took over the game. Tucker zipped up the wing while Dean and Logan guarded the zone and stopped the other team from getting close to the net. They kept the puck moving and made easy passes to each other. Garrett battled for the puck in the corner and dodged a defender to face the goal. He found a gap and fired a shot that went past the goalie. The game ended, and the buzzer sounded to signal their win. Garrett threw his stick to the side as his teammates mobbed him on the ice. They slapped backs and hooted while the fans went wild. He caught your eye for a second and gave a quick nod before he skated toward the bench to join the line.

You walked away from the tunnel to head toward the exit and meet him once he finished with your arms wrapped around him. He gripped you tight right back, and he tucked his face into your shoulder. You squeezed him and said how great he played out there before you mentioned that Phil walked out halfway through the match. He stiffened up against you before he could even reply. “I don’t care about him today,” Garrett muttered into your skin while his breathing warmed your neck. You patted his back, and you feel the sweat from his jersey and his gear. “Okay, okay,” you teased him as the sound of distant chatter from the arena faded down the corridor. “You’re a sweaty mess. Go wash up,” you told him, and you tried to nudge him toward the direction of the locker room.

“I will,” Garrett murmured, and he squeezed your waist one last time to keep you close. “Give me a second, I just want to hold you,” he admitted as he leaned his full weight against you. He kept his arms around you for another moment before he stepped back and grabbed your hand to pull you along with him. You walked together down the corridor while he guided you right toward the locker room area. “Wait out here,” Garrett said as he stopped you right by the door to keep you away from the naked players inside. He disappeared through the entrance without another word to grab something. You stood by the wall for only a few seconds, and you could hear the muffled noise of the team from inside the room. Garrett pushed the door open again and stepped back into the hallway with his keychain in hand.

“Take these,” Garrett murmured as he dropped the car key into your palm. “Go wait by the car,” he added while his thumb brushed over your knuckles. “Give me fifteen minutes,” he promised before he turned back around. You nodded, and he finally went inside to change after you headed out to the parking lot. You waited for Garrett in the parking lot until he finished changing, and then he drove the two of you back to the off-campus rental house. The driveway was empty because Logan, Dean, and Tucker hadn’t made it back from the rink yet. Garrett unlocked the front door and walked you inside the quiet house without stopping in the living room. “Let’s go upstairs,” Garrett murmured while he guided you toward the steps.

You followed him up the staircase because you knew the other boys would be home soon. He pushed his bedroom door open and led you inside before he closed it behind you. The rest of the house was completely silent while he dropped his duffel bag on the floor. “We have the place to ourselves for a bit,” you reminded him as you leaned back against his desk. Garrett walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Good, I don’t want any interruptions,” Garrett muttered while he pressed his face into the side of your neck. “Are you feeling needy?” you teased him while you tilted your head to give him more space. He let out a rough grunt against your skin before he kissed your neck.

“Yeah,” Garrett muttered while his arms tightened around your waist. “I really need you right now,” he admitted as he breathed out against your skin. You slid your hands right under his shirt while he held you close. You felt his hard muscles before you lifted the fabric up to check his body because you knew he always had a few bruises after his games. Several fresh darkening marks covered his body because he had taken a hard beating from playing and training. “You got beat up out there,” you murmured as you looked down at the marks. “It’s nothing,” Garrett grunted while he looked down at your fingers.

“I’ve had worse,” he told you as he guided your hands higher under his clothes. You let him cover your fingers and guide them over his skin while you let out a small chuckle. “Really?” you asked him as you looked up at his face. “You can’t even let me do it on my own?” You teased him because he wanted control. Garrett just rolled his eyes, but he didn’t let go right away. “Can’t I just hold your hands for a few seconds?” he questioned you while he gripped your fingers a little tighter. He let go of you after a moment and grabbed the hem of his top to pull it over his head. He tossed the shirt somewhere across the bedroom floor and stepped closer to you.

You leaned forward and started pressing kisses against his shoulder before you moved your lips down to his chest. You dropped lower to press more kisses onto his flat stomach while Garrett tangled his fingers into your hair to play with the strands. You dropped down onto your knees in front of him and reached out to grasp the waistband of his pants. Garrett looked down at you while his hands gripped your shoulders to handle his balance. “I can get those, baby,” Garrett murmured while he tried to nudge your fingers away from the button. You ignored his hand and continued working on the zipper because you wanted to take care of him.

“Let me do it,” you insisted as you looked up to meet his eyes. “I want to make it up to you for earlier,” you told him while you unfastened the button. Garrett let out a sigh and let his hands slide down to your neck. “You don’t have to make up for anything,” Garrett told you while his thumbs stroked your jawline. You pull the zipper down and open the fabric to reveal his underwear. “I know I don’t,” you replied as you reached inside to tug the material out of your way. “But I want to,” you whispered before you pulled his pants down past his hips. “You know I’d rather focus on you first,” Garrett reminded you while his fingers twitched against your neck. You looked up at him from your knees and gripped the fabric of his pants that already pulled down to anchor yourself.

“Fine,” you murmured as you tilted your head back to study his expression. “Just a taste then?” you asked him while you offered a small smirk to challenge his resolve. Garrett let out a quick laugh because the idea of you stopping early seemed entirely impossible to him. “Yeah, right,” Garrett scoffed while he shook his head at your suggestion. “Like you’re actually going to stop at just a taste,” he teased you while he looked down at your hands. You rolled your eyes at his comment and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers without waiting for permission. You tugged the material down past his hips and watched his hard cock spring free instantly in the space between you.

You wrapped your fingers around the shaft and stroked him slowly while you stared right up into his eyes to gauge his reaction. Garrett let out a small grunt and tangled his fingers into your hair again. “Seriously,” Garrett said, and his grip tightened on your head while he tried to control his breathing. “I really wanted to take care of you right now,” he muttered as he watched your hand move on his length. You leaned forward before you gave the tip of his cock a few light licks, and you cleaned off the wet drop of pre-cum waiting there. “You’re already leaking for me,” you murmured against his length as you looked up to catch his expression. Garrett let out a quiet groan and gently gripped his fingers through your hair to show his approval.

“Yeah, well,” Garrett admitted while his breathing hitched slightly. “You’re the one down on your knees,” he pointed out to justify his reaction. You wrapped your lips around the head after those first few licks and swirled your tongue over the sensitive tip. You slowly slid your mouth further down the shaft to take him halfway while your hand took over to stroke the rest of his length. “What the- yes…” Garrett gasped out while his cock twitched against your lips. He didn’t force your head down or push his hips forward because he wanted to let you guide the movement. “That feels so good,” Garrett whispered while his hand felt gentle on your head. Giving head wasn’t always an enjoyable experience for everyone, because some guys were careless, but you tolerated it for Garrett.

He was always perfectly clean and gentle about it, while constantly showering you with sweet praise. His latest comment made you feel a bit cocky, so you took more of his thick length into your mouth until the tip touched the back of your throat. Garrett noticed it immediately because he knew your limits by heart, and he gave a firm tug on your hair to lift your face before you could gag. “Whoa, slow down,” Garrett murmured while his thumb wiped a wet line from the corner of your lips. “You don’t need to swallow all of me at once,” he added as he gave you a small smile. You just gave him a playful look before you slid your mouth right back over his wet cock to continue. You started bobbing your head up and down the shaft to find a pace while your hand kept rubbing the base.

“Mmf-” Garrett breathed out as the other hand caressed along your cheek. He kept his grip on your hair softly to guide your movements without forcing himself against your face. “You’re doing so good for me,” Garrett whispered, and his hips jerk when you swirl your tongue around his cock. You continued bobbing your head to take his wet shaft into your mouth, but Garrett firmly nudged your forehead away to remind you of what you two had talked about. “That’s enough,” Garrett muttered while he stepped back to slip his cock out of your lips completely. “You said just a taste,” he says with a smirk to keep your promise. You let out a stubborn grunt and slapped his thigh because you wanted to keep going.

Garrett laughed and kicked his pooled clothes away to strip down completely before you stood up to meet him. He reached out and grabbed the hem of your top to pull it up over your head. “You know I don’t want to wait any longer,” Garrett whispered while he tossed your clothes somewhere onto the floor. The sound of the front door slamming downstairs can be heard throughout the room, and it shows that the other guys have arrived. “Oh, they’re probably fucking by now!” Dean shouted near the stairs to tease the two of you. You feel your neck heating up the blunt comment, but you’re glad the bedroom door is locked. “That’s embarrassing,” you murmured as you looked toward the doorway.

“Do you think they’re going to try and listen?” you asked him while you crossed your arms over your chest. Garrett shook his head and gripped your waist to get your attention back. “No,” Garrett told you while he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. “Well, I hope not,” he amended as he guided you toward the mattress. You stopped him before he could guide you onto the mattress, and you grabbed the waistband of your bottoms to slide them down to the floor. Garrett let out a sound of approval while he walked over to his drawer to grab a condom. You let out a small chuckle at the sight, and your hands were already reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. “I’m literally clean and on birth control,” you reminded him as you slipped the straps off your shoulders.

Garrett turned back around with the plastic wrapper in his hand while he looked over your bare body. “So you just go without protection with other guys?” Garrett questioned you while he raised an eyebrow. “Of course not. What the fuck,” you replied instantly because the idea annoyed you for few second. Garrett took a step closer while he watched you hook your fingers into your panties. “Then why do you want to do it without one with me?” Garrett asked you while he kept his eyes on your face. “Because we always do it without,” you pointed out as you tugged the fabric down. Garrett let out a laugh and reached out to grasp your waist. “Smartass,” Garrett muttered while he stepped right into your space. “I just want to make sure you’re safe,” he explained to justify his caution.

You stepped out of your underwear and gave him a playful look to keep teasing him. “So are you saying you’re not safe?” you challenged him while you slid your hands onto his chest. “Of course I am,” Garrett countered before he leaned his head closer to yours to capture your lips. “You know what?” Garrett murmured while he tossed the unopened condom wrapper back into his drawer. “You want me to cum inside your cunt?” Garrett asked you as he guided you down onto the mattress. “Is that what you want?” he questioned while he helped you settle right into the middle of the bed until you felt completely comfortable. You lay back against his pillows while he crawled over your legs to hover over your body.

“So no one is going to interrupt us?” you asked him because you wanted to be entirely sure before things went any further. “They’re all downstairs,” Garrett promised you while he leaned down to look into your eyes. “Dean and Logan are probably playing video games on the couch,” he added to reassure you. “Tucker is probably cooking dinner in the kitchen,” he finished while his hands slid to your hips. “No party tonight?” you questioned him with an arched eyebrow in disbelief. “Since you guys won the game?” you asked because it seemed impossible for the team to be quiet after a victory. “Nah,” Garrett replied while he shook his head with a small smirk. “Tomorrow,” he told you as he leaned down closer to your face.

“The guys are just too tired tonight,” he claimed to explain the lack of noise. You knew that was highly unlikely because the team never passed up a chance to celebrate a big win. You suspected Garrett had made a secret deal with his roommates to keep them downstairs for the evening. “What exactly did you do?” you asked him while you looked up at his face to get the truth. Garrett just smirked because he wanted to keep his secret. “Open wider, baby,” Garrett murmured while he tapped the inside of your thigh to guide you. You moved your legs further apart because you couldn’t help but obey his request. He guided the thick head of his cock right against your wet folds and started rubbing it back and forth to distract you from asking any more questions.

You tried to start another question because you wanted a real answer. “But Garrett-” you began before your words cut off. He responded by grinding his length directly between your slick folds until the tip swiped over your sensitive clit. You let out a frustrated whine because the brief contact left you desperate for more. “I swear,” Garrett promised while he looked down at your reaction. “They won’t come upstairs until we go downstairs,” he added to reassure you. He slapped his hard cock directly against your wet cunt right after he finished speaking and gripped your hip with a tight hand to hold you against the bed. You let out a frustrated whine because he kept rubbing his tip against your clit instead of sliding inside your wet cunt.

“Are you sure they’re going downstairs?” you asked him while you tried to tilt your head up to hear anything from the hallway. “Garrett, I can’t do this if they’re going to walk up here,” you insisted because the thoughts wouldn’t leave your mind. Garrett let out a sigh and ground his length between your folds to pull you away from your thoughts. “They’re not coming up, baby,” Garrett murmured while his breathy voice sounded a little distracted by the sight of your body. “Stop worrying about them,” he told you as he swiped his thumb over your jaw. “But what if Dean tries to-” you started to ask before his body pressed closer. Garrett cut you off by sliding the head of his cock into your aching hole before he pulled it to rub it into your clit again.

“Fu-fuck- please,” you moaned out while your hips rolled up against him in desperation. “Please, what?” Garrett asked you while he watched your body squirm beneath him. You bucked your hips against him to show him your desperate need because speaking felt too difficult right now. “Mhm… Shit,” Garrett cursed quietly while his throat bobbed after swallowing. “You like that?” he questioned you as he kept his length nestled right at the entrance of your cunt. “I do,” you whimpered while your eyelashes fluttered from the heat between your legs. “Can you just-” you tried to finish your sentence, but you couldn’t find the right words because your brain is slowly stopping from functioning. Garrett let out a laugh and leaned down to press a kiss against your cheek.

“Focus on me,” Garrett said while his fingers tightened on your hip. “Come on,” he coaxed as he popped the tip in and out of your wet entrance, which made a wet sound every time he did it. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he whispered while he gave you another torturous grind right up against your sensitive clit to make your cunt ache even more. You nodded to answer that it felt amazing, and he finally positioned the tip directly at your entrance. “They won’t hear a single thing,” Garrett assured you while he leaned down closer to your ear. “But let’s try to be quiet anyway, okay?” he whispered to ensure you two kept things private. You nodded again and bit your lower lip while he began sliding slowly inside your cunt. You let out a muffled whimper as he pushed deeper until his full length filled you completely.

“Nghh-” you breathed out while you adjusted to his thick size. Garrett caught your lips in a deep kiss and slid one hand down to squeeze your chest. He flicked your nipple with his thumb to distract you from his size before he pulled away from the kiss to start moving his hips. “You’re so tight, baby,” Garrett grunted while he began to thrust slowly. You wrapped your hands into his curls to hold onto him while he continued thrusting into you. Garrett planted his palms flat on the mattress beside your head to support his weight. “You’re taking me so beautifully, baby,” Garrett murmured while he stared straight down into your face. He watched your reactions closely to see how each movement affected your body.

Your eyes rolled back slightly because the pleasure made it difficult to keep them open. Your teeth bit into your lower lip to suppress your voice while you took his length. “N-nffh-” you whined through your closed mouth, but a few desperate sounds escaped despite your best efforts to keep quiet. Garrett let out a deep groan and picked up his pace just a little. “Look at me,” Garrett whispered, and he leaned down closer to your face. You forced your eyes open to meet his gaze because you wanted to look at him. “You feel so perfect,” Garrett muttered as he kept thrusting deep into your cunt. Your hand gripped his hair tighter to handle the feeling, and you swallowed another loud moan. You kept one hand tangled in his curls while your other hand slid down his nape to trace the dark letters of the tattoo across his upper back.

Your fingertips brushed over his skin before they moved up to play with the thin gold chain of his necklace. “Your back looks so hot like this,” you whispered while his hips kept up the slow pace inside your pussy. “Will never get enough touching it,” you added because you remembered when he asked for your advice before getting it done. Garrett let out an exhale and thrust his length deeper. “Mmh, you really think so?” Garrett asked you while a small grin tugged at his lips. He looked cocky after hearing the praise you gave him, but a little shyness quickly took it back. Garrett leaned down further to hide his face and nuzzled his nose directly into the crook of your shoulder. “You know how much this chain means to me,” Garrett murmured against your skin while his chest pressed against yours.

“A-aah- uh-uh…” You whined out, and he shoved his length deeper until the tip touches your sweet spot. Garrett gripped your hip firmer to support himself while he kept his face hidden against your neck. “I like it when you touch it,” he confessed before he dragged his cock entirely out just to push right back inside. Garrett gave your neck a bite before he pulled his face away to look down at you. The gold chain dangled close to your lips, so you opened your mouth to tease him by biting the necklace. You let out a small chuckle against the chain, but it turned into a whine when Garrett suddenly pulled his cock almost all the way out of your cunt. He left just the tip inside your entrance to torture you, and he refused to thrust back in.

You ground your hips upward in a desperate attempt to force him deeper because you needed him deeper. Garrett responded by pinning your hip against the mattress to stop you from doing that before he thrust all the way in. “D-don’t do that,” you whine out while you shake your head against the pillow. “When- when I’m... I feel like I’m close,” you gasped out to finish your complaint. Garrett looked at your face while his chest heaved a little. “Yeah?” Garrett murmured while he gave you a small smirk to tease you. “You’re getting that close for me?” he asked before his hand traveled down to the back of your leg. He slowly lifted your knee to rest it over his shoulder to adjust the position. Garrett started thrusting faster and deeper into you without teasing you this time.

He used his free hand to reach down between your bodies so he could rub your clit while he buried himself inside you. You wrapped your hand around his neck not to choke him, but you did it just to feel his necklace against your palm. “Oh god, G-Garrett,” you gasped out as his tip kept finding your spot with every thrust. “Just like that, baby,” Garrett murmured while he never looked away from your face to watch your reactions. The feeling of his cock stretching you out and the way his fingers were rubbing your clit made you clench around him. Your clit pulsed against his fingers while your walls continued to squeeze him to the point you felt his cock throb inside you. “M-mmph- I can’t,” you whimpered, and you rolled your hips into his hand to get more pleasure.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Garrett whispered as he kept up the fast pace. You pulled him closer by his shoulders until his forehead was pressing against yours. You kept your eyes closed while you told him how you felt. “Mmn, I’m close…” You whispered while his cock slid deep into your cunt. “R-right there-” you gasped as he kept up the pace. Garrett groaned against your lips before he gave you a peck. “I know, baby,” Garrett murmured before he moved faster. He rubbed your clit with his fingers while he kept fucking you. Garrett gives your lips another kiss before he whispers praises against your mouth. “You’re so perfect for me,” Garrett murmured as his hips touch against your thighs the moment he thrusts back in.

He talked you through it while keeping up the pace. “I missed you so much,” Garrett confessed when he pushed his cock all the way inside your cunt. “I- I know…” You gasped against his lips before you squeezed his length. It only takes a few thrusts until you finally cum around his thick cock while Garrett doesn’t stop his movements to chase his own orgasm. The tightness of your walls made him grunt out loud, but it’s easier to thrust now after you finish around his cock. “Fu-fuh- fuck,” Garrett groaned while he kept going, and he watched the way your body bounced against the mattress with every thrust. He was now raised on his knees, with your leg hooked over his shoulder. Garrett looked down between your bodies to watch the way his cock disappeared inside you and the way it looked coated with your cum.

“I’m right behind you, baby,” Garrett panted out as he sped up his movements. “Do you want it inside you?” he asked you, but it’s obvious that his focus is on watching your cunt squeeze his shaft. “M-mmf, yes, please,” you whimpered, and you wanted him to fill you up completely. Garrett let out a breath and buried himself all the way to the base to give you everything. Garrett reached his free hand up to pinch your nipple while he kept thrusting to chase his orgasm. He played with the peak between his fingers as his pace slowed down for a few moments. “Never done this without a condom with anyone else,” Garrett panted out while he stared down at you. “I only want to fill you up,” he whispered before he pushed deeper into your cunt.

His confession made you bite your lip and smirk while you reached up to grab his waist to hold him against you. “Sh-shit, fill me up then,” you whimpered while you squeezed your pussy around his shaft. Garrett let out a grunt and gave you a few more thrusts to finish. His hips stop moving against yours as his cum fills your cunt completely. “God- g-god, you’re perfect,” Garrett breathed out while his cock twitched inside you. He gave you a few more thrusts to get his cum deeper inside before he pulled out and put your leg down. He watched the fluid leak out of your cunt while you felt heat bloom across your cheeks. You tried to close your thighs together to hide it, but he blocked your movement with his hand.

“Look at how pretty you look right now,” he murmured while he kept your legs parted. “Don’t look, Garrett,” you whispered as you avoided eye contact. Garrett sat down beside you on the mattress and caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I can’t help it when you’re this beautiful,” He said before he leaned down to kiss your forehead. Garrett kept his mouth against your forehead while he breathed out. “Some of your clothes from your last visit are in my closet,” he whispered as his fingers brushed through your hair. You tilted your head back to see his face. “Even the customized jersey with your last name and number?” you asked because he had gifted that specific shirt to you for your visits to Briar U.

Garrett nodded while his thumb stroked your jaw. “It’s there, and it’s already washed since you used it the last time we did this in my room,” Garrett replied with a grin. He nudged your nose with his own to tease you. “Even those tight little cotton shorts you paired it with are in the drawer,” Garrett added while your face grew warm. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “You look so hot with Graham on your back,” Garrett murmured against your mouth before he smiled. “I’ll get them for you,” he said before he stood up from the mattress. He walked over to the dresser while being completely naked to grab the clothes. You chuckled while you watched him search the drawers. “No underwear?” you asked after he tossed the shirt and the shorts over.

Garrett looked back with a smirk on his face. “Don’t wear one,” he replied, and you rolled your eyes. You sat up on the bed and with the blanket covering your body. “So we’re not going to shower?” you added to annoy him. Garrett grabbed a fresh pair of boxers for himself along with a box of tissues from the nightstand. “Later, before bed,” Garrett answered as he slipped his boxers on. “Yeah?” you teased while he walked back to your side. Garrett climbed onto the mattress to get closer to you. “Later, baby. Aren’t you hungry?” Garrett asked while he set the tissues down to clean you up. You adjusted the blanket against your chest. “I am,” you admitted as your stomach rumbled. Garrett nodded his head toward the door.

“I feel like Tucker cooked something,” Garrett said before he reached out to tend to you. Garrett reached out to take the blanket away from your body before he opened your legs wider. He looked down at the mess dripping from your cunt while he pulled a few tissues out of the box. “I could just eat you clean instead,” Garrett murmured with a grin. You let out a scoff because you knew exactly what he wanted. “You wouldn’t stop there. You’d just want to make me cum again,” you pointed out as you grabbed your own handful of tissues. You used them to wipe the sweat away from your chest before you slid the jersey over your head. Garrett chuckled at your comment before he started wiping the cum from your inner thighs and your ass.

He focused on cleaning your cunt gently while you finished pulling the top over your stomach. “You know me too well, baby,” Garrett said as he threw the dirty tissues away. You stood up from the bed right after and pulled on the tiny cotton shorts. You walked back over to where Garrett sat so you could put your hands on his shoulders to reach his upper back. Your fingertips traced the letters of the tattoo inked across his skin while your other hand played with the curls at his nape. “You look amazing in that jersey,” Garrett murmured while his hands slid down to touch your waist and hips. He stood up from the mattress and took your hand to lead you to the door before he unlocked it to walk out into the hallway.

You only took a few steps toward the stairs before Dean looked up from the couch downstairs. “Finally, we can actually go upstairs now,” Dean called out to tease you both. Tucker laughed while Logan shook his head right beside him. “We thought you two were never going to come out of there,” Tucker added, and Garrett squeezed your fingers to ignore them. “There’s some pesto on the stove if you guys want it,” Tucker called out from the couch. Garrett led you toward the kitchen while he kept his fingers locked with yours. “Thanks, man,” Garrett answered, and you also mouthed a thank-you to Tucker. Garrett guided you straight to the counter and reached into the cabinet for a single bowl for the two of you to share.

He poured some pasta inside before he grabbed a fork to twirl a few noodles together. “Taste this,” Garrett murmured as he held the food up to your lips. You bit into the noodles, and the savory flavor filled your mouth. “Look at them, having pasta after sex,” Dean shouted from the living room while Logan snorted at the joke. Garrett raised his middle finger to the guys without looking back. “Ignore them,” Garrett muttered as he watched you chew on it. You took the fork from his hand right after you swallowed it. Garrett leaned his hip against the counter, and he never looked away from you. You twirled another bite of noodles and pressed it against his lips to make him eat before you leaned close to his ear to whisper, “Pasta after sex.”

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⠀⠀⠀ twenty-twenty-six © addie / musingsofheaven.

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[toxicgetou]

you and garrett have been childhood best friends.

your houses were neighbors and that was enough to make you inseparable, not even his father or the challenges of high school managed to pull you apart afterward

in college some people were skeptical but after he started fucking half the women on campus they began to believe it, and you obviously being stupid ended up falling in love with him during your teenage years and kept that secret very well hidden

you followed his growth, the first kiss, the first time he had sex… and it was very clear that you were not his type, none of the girls he slept with looked even remotely like you and that said a lot

he fell in love… hannah, she was lovely and you could never hate her, but you hated how seeing the two of them together made you feel

before he would never leave you because of something casual but she was not that casual, it took a while for logan to tell you it was just an arrangement so justin would fall for her but maybe it was even worse knowing it was not real

after they “broke up”, graham was upset and you knew it, he was at a party with a sour expression when you approached him… your first mistake

when you woke up you had lost your virginity to your best friend, he did not let it become awkward and it was REALLY good

so now you had established an arrangement, casual sex, a terrible idea when you are in love and an even worse one when you stop using condoms

“i love you” you moaned in the middle of a thrust while climaxing and he stopped and looked at you

“what did you say?” he asked while you caught your breath

“i do not remember” you said with a crooked smile, garrett on the other hand was serious while pulling out of you, a sad whine leaving your mouth at the loss of fullness

“you said you love me” he reminded you, your eyes widened because it should not have come out like that

“well… you are my best friend, of course i love you!” you said nervously watching him get out of bed, he always knew when you were lying and this time would not be different

“casual, we said it would be like that, what the fuck, how do you say something like that” he said while putting on his boxers frustrated, your mouth went dry with nervousness

“but i am serious GG, i love you as a friend” you said covering yourself with the blanket feeling way too exposed, he stared at you and you knew he could read the lie in your eyes

“this is not gonna work, i do not see you like that, you know i am in love with hannah, i think we should stop this and not see each other for a while” he murmured running a hand through his hair and you curled into yourself even more because you already knew all of that but one thing is your impostor brain saying it and another is hearing him say it, you nod and get up while he sits in the chair with his back turned to you

he has his hand on his head while you get dressed, it does not take long before you are ready to leave but you do not know how to do it

“bye garrett” you say opening the door with the smallest expectation of hearing a goodbye back but it never comes

two months, no messages, no conversations, nothing, the longest time since you met

you should have gone to college in boston but no, it was both of your dreams but now being at the same university was a nightmare

besides the emotional part your body was a mess too, you had been feeling sick for weeks and could not take it anymore but until then you blamed your criminal law professor and the absence of garrett but when you faint and they take you to a hospital it is VERY shocking to hear that your beta hcg was high… in other words you would have to tell your (ex) best friend that somehow you were going to become parents

[toxicgetou]

i wanted some angst with logan where he breaks up with the reader because he has feelings for hannah

and of course dean is the one who comforts you

[toxicgetou]

i never watched or read off campus but i am obsessed with this aesthetic

would it be too bold to say a reader who is the college mascot? but she keeps it a secret from everyone and one of the boys ends up catching her taking the mascot head off and it becomes a little secret between them

like, the reader is SUPER shy so she does not go to fraternity parties but now one of the boys is determined to bring her closer to him

[toxicgetou]

brendon hates your mother.

without trying to downplay or soften it, he hates her and knows that sometimes you hate her too.

but he understands that love we are naturally inclined to give to our parents, he knows you are like that, too fragile, too sad and too dependent.

he saw how she tried to control your wedding, your dress, your life… he put a stop to it, refusing to let her break you any further.

it was strange but it seemed like you were walking toward a more stable relationship, but deep down he knew you were not, your mother was too selfish for that.

so it was not a surprise when you showed up after spending the day with her with your face swollen, your lips torn from biting them too hard and your hands trembling.

he got up from the couch and walked to the door to comfort his sweet and loving wife.

“you need to stay away from her… she makes you sick”

yeah i write this crying

[alexandritte80]

Rumors - Brendon Park 🦈 x Fem!reader

Summary: Brendon is as cold as a great white shark. But when a new resident bursts his masculine bubble, things change.

Warnings: misogyny, machismo, men being jerks, rumors, Yn use, Brendon is a jerk, but he does it for a good reason and apologizes (in the best way hehehe), sex! unprotected sex, oral sex, aftercare, feelings(?), Mentions of aggression (nothing explicit).

Based on this Ask!

I hope you like!

I wrote this in about an hour, so… be kind!

Brendon Park had a nickname: Park the Shark. And that nickname was for a reason.

He was the head of orthopedic surgery at the hospital. One of the most sought-after, most profitable, and most difficult areas to do residency in. Park was the big great white shark of the hospital. Nurses talked badly about him behind his back, interns avoided even looking in his direction, residents avoided stupid questions.

"If you don't know the answer, you shouldn't be here." he said to a simple question asked by his resident. Park wasn't just brutal. He was sharp as a scalpel, economical with words, and merciless with incompetence. His team consisted of four male residents, all hand-picked, all with impeccable resumes, all with the same profile: ambitious, competitive, capable of getting through a thirty-hour shift without whining. He liked them, as much as a shark might like its remoras.

The men's club.

He knew of the reputation.

Orthopedics was still, in the more conservative corners of the medical field, treated as a male brotherhood. There were jokes in the hallways about orthopedists being "bodybuilders in lab coats," about their lack of tact, about their excess testosterone. Park didn't care. Worse: he liked it. Rudeness was a tool. Arrogance, a shield. He didn't need them to like him. He needed them to obey.

The selection of residents was a process that Park executed with the precision of a hip replacement revision surgery. He received dozens of applications, read the resumes over a cup of black coffee (no sugar, no milk. Pure, and from the most expensive beans on the market), and discarded seventy percent based solely on the cover letter. If it had "passion for medicine" in the first paragraph, it went straight to the trash.

He didn't care about passion. He cared about competence.

Her resume reached his tired eyes. Park was in a bad mood that day; he had to work a double shift, amputate a young woman of only thirty years old, and to make matters worse, the hospital's system had been shut down due to a risk of cyberattack.

He read her credentials in less than two minutes. He skipped over the name. Medical school with honors. Two published articles on periprosthetic fracture fixation. Internship in orthopedic trauma at the Hospital das Clínicas in São Paulo—this made him raise an eyebrow. Internship in pediatric orthopedics as well, but he ignored it. What mattered was the trauma aspect.

Good. Competent. Capable of working with him.

He approved the application without a second thought. He signed the electronic document and was already thinking about another case when the residency secretary asked:

"Dr. Park, are these your finalists for residency?" Her tone was surprised, but Park ignored it.

"Yes," he replied without lifting his eyes from the exams of a patient with avascular necrosis of the femoral head. "Send the contract. I want them here next week."

"Yes, Dr. Park."

Next week they were there. His four new residents. Park was in the orthopedic meeting room, arms crossed, leaning against the cold white wall, watching the new residents: Johnatan, Aidan, and Marcus whispering amongst themselves. The door opened; Park expected another young man, but instead a woman entered.

She smiled at the three other residents, introducing herself to each before doing the same to Park.

He breathed like a shark searching for the scent of blood in the water. He glanced with a certain distaste at the surgical cap with broken bones she was wearing, snorted when she smiled even more sympathetically, and rolled his eyes when she asked about each one.

Perhaps if he hadn't been so tired that day, he would have paid attention to her name. His new resident was a woman… No wonder the residency secretary was happy, the first female resident Park had chosen…

Johnatan chuckled softly. Aidan cleared his throat. Marcus lowered his gaze.

She didn't seem to notice.

Park ignored her for the rest of the day. Just like the other three residents. He wasn't going to treat her badly just because she was a woman; he treated her badly the same way he treated his male residents badly. To earn Park's respect, you had to deserve it. And that goes for everyone.

The first few weeks were a massacre.

Park treated her exactly as he treated the others. He spared no criticism, didn't soften observations, and didn't tolerate delays of even a second. Once, she arrived two minutes late for her morning shift, simply because she had stopped in the hallway to help an elderly patient who was lost. Park glared at her.

"Punctuality isn't a suggestion. It's the only thing that separates a good doctor from a corpse treated too late."

"I understand," she replied, without justifying herself. She didn't apologize. She didn't explain the patient's history. She just jotted something down in her personal notepad (a pink notepad with a drawing of bones, which Park immediately hated).

But she didn't make stupid mistakes.

Park hated stupid mistakes. It was the only thing that made him truly yell. He could tolerate a technical error in a complex surgery. He could forgive a crooked suture. But stupid mistakes, those that came from inattention, from laziness of thought, from negligence of obvious signs, those enraged him beyond reason.

And Jonathan made stupid mistakes all the time. Aidan too, though less so. Marcus was average.

She wasn't.

In the third week, a patient was admitted with diffuse back pain and a history of repeated falls. She was a frail sixty-eight-year-old woman with brittle nails and hesitant speech. Jonathan was already ordering an MRI to investigate bone metastasis. Aidan suggested rheumatoid arthritis.

She knelt beside the patient's stretcher, took her hand, and Park wrinkled his nose at the sight—too much physical contact, too "humanized" for his liking—and asked:

"Have you ever had a fracture before?"

"Oh, dear, so many I don't even remember! Old age things, right?" the woman smiled, touching her hand affectionately.

"We'll take care of you. Don't worry."

She didn't ask anything else, just stood up and went to Park.

"She has osteoporosis," she said softly. "She has a history of fractures. A history of falls. The back pain could be a vertebral compression fracture. We can order a bone density scan, but I would start with calcium and vitamin D, and request an X-ray of the thoracolumbar spine."

Park stared at her.

"No tests yet?" Johnatan asked.

"The history is the cheapest and quickest test. The tests will confirm what she's already told us." Park spoke.

The bone density scan showed a T-score of -3.2. The radiograph showed two old vertebral fractures and one acute fracture at T12.

He didn't praise yn. He never praised. But that night, while reviewing the charts alone in his office, he made a mental note: She pays attention.

That was rare. Very rare.

The second episode happened two weeks later.

An elderly patient, a seventy-four-year-old man, had been admitted for a total left knee arthroplasty. The surgery was scheduled for the following morning. The knee had severe osteoarthritis, and the patient could barely walk. Preoperatively, all tests were normal. The team had already marked the surgical area on the skin of the left leg.

She entered the room to do the routine check-up, she always did routine check-ups, even when it wasn't her turn, and Park intended not to notice. She spoke with the patient for a few minutes, helped him sit on the edge of the bed, and then, almost by chance, lifted the blanket from his right leg.

The right leg was not the surgical leg.

She saw it immediately. The skin was red, warm to the touch, with an area about ten centimeters in diameter that appeared shiny and slightly hardened. There was no clear demarcation of the erythema, and the patient felt no pain there.

She wasted on the team. She left the room, met Park in the hallway, and said:

"Patient from room 408, Mr. Oscar. He has cellulitis on his right leg. If we operate on his left knee tomorrow, the risk of cross-contamination or a septic complication is high. We need to treat the cellulitis first. Postpone the surgery for at least a week."

Park went to the room, examined the leg, and ordered laboratory tests. The inflammatory markers came back elevated. The cellulitis was severe, with a risk of developing into an abscess. The surgery was postponed. The next day, Johnatan made a comment during the round: “Lucky the girl saw that.”

Park didn't respond. But he noticed that Johnatan said “girl,” not “doctor.” He noticed Aidan’s smile. He noticed Marcus’s silence.

He didn't like it. But he didn't say anything.

A forty-two-year-old patient was admitted with pain in her right hip. She was a ballerina, or had been until an injury forced her to retire early. Now she worked as a teacher and felt progressive pain that worsened at the end of the day. The plain X-ray was interpreted by Johnatan and Aidan as “normal, probable trochanteric bursitis.” The plan was anti-inflammatories and physical therapy.

She asked to see the images.

She didn't say anything. She just pointed to the x-ray and murmured, so softly that only Park heard:

"Look at the Wiberg CE angle here. And the thickness of the acetabulum…"

Park leaned in. He had seen that x-ray five minutes earlier and hadn't noticed anything abnormal. But now, with her finger tracing imaginary lines over the image, he recognized it.

Significant hip dysplasia. The acetabulum was shallow, the femoral head coverage was inadequate. The patient didn't have bursitis. She had dysplasia that, if left uncorrected, would progress to early osteoarthritis and hip replacement before fifty.

She needed a periacetabular osteotomy. A complex surgery. A surgery that, if delayed for a few more years, would become impossible without a total hip replacement.

Park ordered a CT scan to confirm. The CT scan showed severe dysplasia.

That night, he called her into his office. It was late, almost midnight. The hospital was silent, the corridors empty. She entered with her pink notepad and that smile that Park was already starting to find irritating, not because of the smile itself, but because of the reaction it caused in his chest.

"Sit down," he said.

She sat down.

"You saw the dysplasia before me."

"I was paying attention."

"Why didn't the others see it?"

She thought for a moment. She didn't answer immediately, and Park liked that; she didn't give rehearsed answers.

"Because they were looking for the obvious. Bursitis is more common. I just… I looked calmly. The ballerina said she had pain when she closed her legs. Bursitis doesn't only hurt in that specific movement. It's a sign of femoroacetabular impingement…"

Park observed her for long seconds. The fluorescent light in the room made her face pale, but her eyes continued to shine. She was tired (the dark circles under her eyes gave it away) but she didn't complain.

He made a decision at that moment. "Tomorrow you're going to help me with the surgery on the patient with a fractured femur. I'm going to teach you how to stabilize a fracture with an intramedullary rod."

Her eyes widened.

"Seriously?" Park rolled his eyes as he watched her smile and celebrate with a little dance.

"Don't make me change my mind," he said, bringing his hand to his mouth to hide the slightest hint of a smile that was trying to appear.

"Never! Thank you, Dr. Park!" She stood up and left his office with a smile that made his heart feel a little warmer.

From that day on, Park changed.

Not in his demeanor; he remained gruff, rude, and arrogant. He yelled at Jonathan that same week for a mistake in prescribing anticoagulants. He rolled his eyes when Aidan asked a question whose answer was on the first page of the textbook. He made Marcus redo a suture three times in a row, each time with a more acidic comment.

But with her… He began to truly teach.

In the operating room, while stabilizing a lateral malleolus fracture, he explained each step. He showed the correct angle for inserting the screw. He talked about the importance of respecting the mechanical alignment of the limb. He let her drill the bone, the first time a resident had touched the surgical drill in less than six months of the program.

Jonathan noticed. Of course he noticed.

The second they left the operating room, as she went to transfer her notes to the patient's progress notes, Jonathan began whispering to his colleagues:

"Don't you find that strange?" he asked, without context.

"Strange what?" Aidan asked, throwing his disposable lab coat in the trash.

"The shark likes having a pretty face around." he laughed, Marcus and Aidan joined in too.

"Pure favoritism."

"Definitely" Aidan replied. "If I had the same boobies as her, I'd get private lessons too."

It took ten days for the rumor to turn into poison.

It started small, as these hospital rumors always do. A nurse murmured to another that "the new resident seemed to have different hours than the others." A nursing technician commented that "Dr. Park had never been so patient with anyone." Jonathan carefully fueled the fire, like someone spreading gasoline on a growing blaze.

"I'm not saying it's true" he said to Aidan in the hallway, in a low voice that wasn't so low after all. "I'm just saying she spends a lot of time in his office after hours."

"And he doesn't let anyone in."

"That's right."

On the third day, the version was already different: "She's sleeping with him." On the fifth day, a general surgery intern jokingly asked if "orthopedics was turning into a cabaret." Aidan laughed and didn't answer.

Park was slow to notice. He didn't roam the corridors looking for gossip. He moved like a shark: straight, focused, ignoring the sand churning around him.

But it reached his ears through the last person he expected: the head nurse of the Surgical Center, a woman named Margaret who had worked at Pittsburgh Trauma since the time the hospital had a different name.

"Dr. Park" Margaret said, pulling him aside as he prepared for a prosthetic revision surgery. "You need to know that they're saying nasty things about Dr. Yn."

"What?" he already imagined several things.

"That you're favoring her for reasons… They're saying she's your mistress." Park looked at her in shock. "I know it's not true, and I know how good your little men's club is for you, but think about her reputation. Think about what will happen when the residency program coordinator finds out."

She would be cut from the program. Suspended immediately for violating the rules of hierarchical relationships. There would be an investigation. Her career, that brilliant career he was shaping with so much care, would be ruined. She would have to change hospitals, start from scratch, and the stain of such suspicion would never completely fade.

He felt something he hadn't felt in years: pure, hot, irrational anger. But the anger wasn't against the rumors. It was against himself. For letting it happen. For being too obvious.

He couldn't protect her the way he had been doing. He needed to do something more drastic.

The opportunity arose three days later, in operating room 7 of the Surgical Center.

The surgery was a stabilization of a tibial plateau fracture in a forty-five-year-old patient, a victim of a motorcycle accident. The fracture was complex, a Schatzker V type, involving both condyles. Dr. Yn was in charge, under Park's supervision.

She worked well. Better than well. She reduced the fracture with surgical precision that made Park frown in approval, although approval wasn't something he showed. The Kirschner wires were placed at the correct angles. The support plate was positioned over the plateau. Everything was going perfectly.

Until the moment of inserting the last locking screw.

She had already inserted three. The fourth, the longest, slipped from the torque wrench handle. For a second, the screw seemed to float in the air. Then it fell to the operating room floor with a crisp metallic clinking sound, echoing against the epoxy floor.

Yn wasn't fazed. She looked up at the circulating nurse and asked, with the calm of someone used to improvising:

"Could you pass another screw of the same size, please?"

The nurse went to get it.

Park saw the look exchanged between Johnatan, who was in the corner watching, and Aidan. A look that said: "She drops a screw and he doesn't say anything? We'd drop a suture thread and he'd rip our heads off."

The look was quick. But Park wasn't quick for nothing. He was a shark. Sharks sense movement in the water.

He made a decision.

"Stop," he said.

She stopped, her hand outstretched to receive the new screw.

"Doctor?" she asked, confused.

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

The whole room stopped. Johnatan smiled behind his mask. Aidan held her breath.

She looked at the patient's open knee, analyzing every detail. She checked the alignment of the plate. She looked at the other screws. Nothing seemed wrong.

"Ah…" she hesitated. Park gently kicked the fallen screw near her foot. "Oh…" she repeated, understanding. "Did I let the screw come loose?"

"Is that a question or an answer?" Park's voice was steely, cold, measured.

"A statement. I let the screw come loose. That's what I did wrong."

"It went beyond that." Now his voice rose a tone. "Do you know how much that screw costs? Do you know the patient will have to pay out of pocket since his insurance doesn't cover your stupid mistake?" The shock in her body was visible. She took a half step back.

"Stupid mistake?" her voice faltered at first. "It was unintentional, I didn't do it on purpose!"

"Are you going to cry?" Park took a half step forward. She took another step back. "Are you going to cry in a surgical setting? Seriously?" Tears were already glistening in her eyes, behind the masks and protective goggles. The humiliation was growing inside her. "Are you menstruating, by any chance? So sensitive? Huh?" With each word, she recoiled further. Her back almost touched the tiled wall. "I think you really belong in pediatrics," he concluded, with calculated contempt. "So sensitive… You should be around children."

It was as if someone had pressed a button inside her. The tears dried. Her eyes, previously brimming with tears, now burned.

"Go fuck yourself," she said, ignoring the surprised sound of the nurse beside her. She turned around, leaving the operating room without caring what would happen.

Jonathan's eyes widened. Aidan froze, the suture thread in his hand. Marcus and the nurses exchanged astonished glances. No one, ever, in the history of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, had ever said "go fuck yourself" to Brendon Park inside an operating room.

Park didn't move. He took a deep breath.

"Jonathan, finish the surgery."

"Seriously?"

"Did I stutter?" Johnathan didn't answer, only positioned himself.

She didn't show up for the afternoon shift. Nor for the shift handover to the night shift.

Park learned from Marcus that she had switched shifts with another resident, claiming a sudden illness. He didn't ask anything else. It wasn't his style.

But he noticed her absence. He noticed the silence in the hallway where she usually chatted with patients. He noticed the lack of her pink notepad on the residents' lounge counter. He noticed, with a pang he refused to name, that the hospital seemed darker without that idiotic smile.

He did what he always did when something bothered him: he worked. He took on two extra cases in the emergency room. He reduced a wrist fracture without anesthesia; the patient thanked him because Park did it faster than anyone else. He reviewed a hospitalized patient with a post-operative infection. He signed charts, prescribed antibiotics, discussed cases with the nursing staff.

None of it worked.

He left the hospital a little earlier than usual. The rain had stopped, but the asphalt still glistened wet under the mercury streetlights. He walked to the parking lot, got into his car—the one that cost enough to make people turn their noses up at the traffic lights—and started the engine.

He stopped at the hospital's main gate.

She was at the bus stop. Sitting on the concrete bench, her hair slightly disheveled. She was trembling, both from the cold and from crying.

Park did something he had never done in over fifteen years of medical school.

He honked.

She raised her head. She saw the car. Her first movement was to stand up and start walking in the opposite direction.

He honked again. Longer, more insistent.

She stopped. Hesitated for a long minute. Then, with a tired, defeated expression, she turned back and bent down to see him through the window.

"Get in," he said, without looking at her. The sound of the door unlocking made her roll her eyes.

"Get in, quickly," he said, opening the door for her to get in. "Before I change my mind." It was cold, she was wet and tired, and her bus wasn't coming at all.

She got in, closed the door. She rested her head against the window and remained silent.

Park drove. He didn't ask where she lived; he already knew, because he had read the address on the emergency room chart once, when she had to sign a waiver. He remembered everything. That's how it worked.

The journey took fifteen minutes. They didn't exchange a word.

When the car stopped in front of the modest apartment building, she put her hand on the door handle, but he stopped her.

"Don't get out."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not finished."

"You've said enough." She opened the door, the sound of PLIM PLIM PLIM echoed in the car, but Park wouldn't let her out. His firm hand on her wrist held her inside the vehicle. "We're outside the hospital, you don't control me." She pulled her wrist from his strong fingers, but he grabbed it again.

"You think it was because of some stupid hierarchy?" he asked, almost in disbelief. She closed the door, ending that annoying sound, replacing it with the sound of rain falling on the windshield.

"No. I think something I did hurt your stupid ego and you had to humiliate me to feel better about yourself. That's what I think, Dr. Park." she answered, and Brendon bit his lip. He hated how she acted, but he hated even more that she thought it was about that.

"I didn't do what I did to… To boost my ego."

"Because that would be impossible. Your ego is already huge. " she retorted, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.

"I did it to save you." now she let out a sound of disgust. Not believing what she heard. He finally turned his face to her. The rumor was already spreading. 'She sleeps with him'. 'Favoritism'. 'Boobs'. Johnatan started it. Aidan helped. Marcus said nothing. "You really don't know?" she shook her head. "Johnatan accused me of favoritism towards you. Then, Aidan said that if he had the same breasts as you, he would be treated better…" she closed her eyes, seeing where this was going. "The rumor is spreading throughout the hospital. Apparently, you're my mistress" she fell silent. "If I didn't do something public, aggressive, humiliating," he continued, his voice now lower, but no less sharp, "your career would be over in a week. Investigation. Suspension. Stain. Forever. You would never be a resident at any top hospital again. Never."

"So you humiliated me on purpose."

"Yes."

"You were a sexist jerk on purpose."

"Yes."

"You said I belonged in pediatrics."

"The worst thing I could say to an orthopedist. Yes." She looked away. She bit her lower lip. Park saw the internal struggle: the anger, the humiliation, the understanding beginning to break through the pain.

"I cried because of you." Her voice trembled.

"Yes. I'm sorry." That was something Brendon almost never said. After all, he was almost never wrong.

His hand now felt less firm and more… comforting on her leg.

"God! I cried in the operating room… in front of everyone." She covered her face with her hands. "The patient! Oh my god! The patient is…"

"Okay. He's okay, recovering well," he assured her.

She remained silent for a long time. The fine rain, hitting the windshield with a sound like falling rice, that sound that made anyone relax.

"Would it be so bad?" she asked, finally.

"What?"

"Us being together." Park laughed. It was a dry, short laugh, without humor. A laugh of astonishment.

"I just told you they made up a rumor about us. Are you suggesting we make the rumor true?"

"That's not what I asked." She turned in her seat. Her eyes, even swollen from crying, even tired from a thirty-hour shift, had a gleam that Park couldn't name. "I asked if you thought it was bad for us to be together."

He stared at her. The windshield fogged up with the thermal contrast between the cold outside and the heat of their bodies inside the car.

He should say no. He should open the door for her, wish her goodnight, forget this conversation ever happened. He was the shark. He didn't get involved. He didn't feel. He didn't have a broken heart when he saw that resident crying at the bus stop.

But he did. And he was tired of lying to himself.

"It's all I want most," he said, and his own voice sounded strange to his ears, hoarser, less measured. "To touch you. To kiss you. But nobody can dream of that. The hospital…"

"I didn't ask about the hospital," she interrupted him. "I asked about you." She placed her hand on his.

He took a deep breath. For the first time in years, Brendon Park didn't have a ready answer.

"Brendon…" she leaned in slightly, and he did the same. His eyes were caught in a hypnotic trance between her eyes and her sweet lips.

"It would be perfect" he finally replied, leaning in and taking her lips in a kiss.

The first kiss was hesitant. Strange. She still smelled of surgical antiseptic, and he must have tasted of black coffee and sleepless nights. But their mouths met as if they already knew each other, and her hand went up to the nape of Park's neck, pulling him closer, and he felt for the first time in years that he didn't need to be the shark.

He could just be Brendon. At least until dawn.

And when the kiss ended and they both lay breathless in the dim light of the car.

"Fuck it, I quit. " he said, taking her lips in another kiss, this one more intense. Those precise hands, the hands of someone who sets fractures, who inserts tiny screws around the spinal cord without causing damage, the strong hands that put shoulders back in place, who repositioned the femur back into its joint… Now they seemed to tremble as he pulled his resident onto his lap.

The seat slid back as if the car knew what was about to happen.

Her scrubs were already crumpled, his hands already venturing inside, slowly rising to touch the base of her bra.

Knock knock knock

"You can't do that here!" The policeman's flashlight made the woman jump, hiding her face in Brendon's neck as if that way the policeman couldn't see her. "Go home. To the motel. Hell, even to work. But not in the street," he said, shining the flashlight on the window.

"No problem," Brendon huffed, and the policeman moved away. He then felt her start to vibrate, and before he could react, the sound of her laughter filled the car. Contagiously, he laughed too.

"I think we'll have to continue this at my place," she said, jumping back into the passenger seat to open the door and get out. And he followed right behind.

That elevator ride was the longest in Brendon's history, but it was worth it.

As soon as the door opened… He picked her up, turning her body against the wall and attacking her lips again like a hungry shark attacks a seal.

Hot, wet kisses, teeth clashing, clothes coming off, and finally her back was on the mattress. Her pants were lost somewhere in the room, her panties being ripped off by Brendon's teeth.

He forced her legs open, slipping his arms under them and trapping her in a lock that prevented her from escaping that ferocious shark attack.

She moaned his name, and Brendon forgot all the cons. He forgot what would happen at the hospital. He forgot his own career. All he wanted was to keep forcing those sounds out of her.

His tongue made its way in, his pointed nose pressed against her nerves. His lips alternated between kissing and sucking her pussy. Park's always impeccable hairstyle undid in her fingers in seconds.

His hands reached out to touch her breasts, stimulating them as he made her orgasm under his tongue, as if he had a map of her pleasures in his mind.

Brendon was only satisfied after that, tearing off his own scrubs in record time, proving the "bodybuilder" stereotype he had. She could see every muscle, every six-pack that made her eyes sparkle. His chest with a thin layer of trimmed hair, descending to his pubic area where it surrounded that hard penis, salivating for her. Brendon didn't give her enough time to savor that view, but she knew she would have more opportunities in the future.

He kissed her again, swallowing the moan she let out when he penetrated her in one long, slow movement. Brendon took both of her hands, pinning them to the pillows of the bed while his other hand moved down to the junction of their bodies to give her even more pleasure.

Yn saw stars when Brendon's thumb began to circle her body, at the same time as he moved inside her. She could feel every inch of him rubbing against her, her body pulsing with pleasure that made it difficult to remain still. Her legs trembled around him, her torso moved in a rhythm dictated by her hips, her hands struggled against his strong hand, trying to feel more and at the same time, escaping that constant stimulation.

Brendon knew she would come soon; with the way she moved, it was easy to tell. But he wasn't far off either. Not when her body was tight, pulsating, and wet around him. Like a milking machine, sucking and milking all the milk he could give… And he had plenty.

Brendon came. She came again.

He continued to move, torturing himself but not letting her pleasure end too quickly.

His face fell to her neck, finally releasing her hands so she could hug him with all her might. She felt all the pleasure of her body overflow, staining her sheets in a memory she would need to wash the next morning.

Brendon left small kisses on her neck, slowly moving upwards until his lips met hers.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he said, this time softer, more tired and relaxed. "You're extremely competent, your place is in the operating room. Never let anyone tell you otherwise." He kissed her again.

"I won't," she promised.

Brendon didn't move for a long time. He only did so when the discomfort began to outweigh the pleasure of the kisses and caresses they exchanged. He got up, taking a damp towel for her to clean herself, then a glass of fresh water for her to drink before she finally fell asleep. He lay down beside her, pulling her into an embrace where he also fell asleep.

The next day, the rumors died down.

Jonathan was silent, especially after his residency was suspended. The same for Marcus and Aidan.

Their careers would now forever bear the stain, a stain as red as the blood that flowed from the noses of all three when Brendon silenced the rumors in the parking lot before meeting her at the bus stop. For someone as thoughtful as she was, she hadn't noticed the redness on Brendon's knuckles…

[toxicgetou]

angst

okay, we agree that brendon is the right guy for an arranged marriage

your parents knew that alone you would never get married, in the middle of wealth you still had too many “flaws” in their opinion, so when the parks agree to a marriage your house turns into a celebration

brendon park, an orthopedic doctor, handsome, tall, strong and a man deeply in love with his ex fiancée

he does not treat you badly, he pulls out your chair and greets you when necessary but he is cold. you may be bad at many things but you know how to read people, and you know deep down that he hates you

he will marry you and not the love of his life because you could not find a husband

on your wedding day you even have some expectations when he sends a bouquet, you, silly as always, even reply and use one of your favorite lines “i’ll wait for you, i’ll be the one in white”

but in the moment he is dry and robotic, he kisses you (your first) with a bit of force, not enough to hurt but like someone doing something they are tired of doing

in the middle of the party your husband disappears and you go looking for him, you find him with his ex fiancée (whom he secretly invited), his hand is on her cheek and even if it is less intimate than a kiss you can see from afar that there is far more affection than anything he has ever shown you

she sees you and yells at you but he silences her by pulling her into a hug, letting her cry against his chest, he gives you a quick look that clearly tells you to leave

you go to your dressing room and cry without a husband to comfort you

months pass and the questions about an heir begin, imagine if they knew you are still completely a virgin

a peck is all you have gotten so far, a peck he was forced to give you in front of the guests

even so your tiktok for you page is full of fertility videos, and it feels like a small stab every time you see those women with their husbands beside them, actively trying to build a family while yours does not even sleep in the same room as you

at some point you start drinking, drinking a lot, at different moments of the day, one day brendon wakes up and finds you sitting on the couch in his room (where he lives without you), a bottle of wine in your hand while you stare at your wedding ring, a stone so big it is far greater than any feeling your husband could have for you

then it happens, his ex fiancée says they cannot keep seeing each other without something physical, and even not loving you he cannot cheat on you physically (he already was emotionally), so he mirrors you and drinks, comes home drunk and unsteady and finds you the same way, and when you ask if he is okay… he tells you everything, about the nights he left you alone to see her and how much he still loves her

you get closer to him and say humiliating words “you can use me if you want, touch me thinking about her” for a man as proper as brendon he should not have given in, but he does

he moans another woman’s name and you do not finish, you lost your virginity like that, the next morning he does not speak to you, does not even look at you and you know you made a mistake

a few weeks pass and brendon makes a decision, he will pay the divorce penalty if it means being with the love of his life, he tells you wanting to prepare you for telling your parents

“are you okay?” he asks when he sees how still you are on the couch, he expected at least some reaction, your hands tremble as you reach for something under your thigh, a positive pregnancy test

i’m felling really sad these days so sorry for the angst i think :)

[toxicgetou]

we all agree that brendon played american football in college

he was pretty egocentric for his own good, but besides being the quarterback he was the only one on the team who got a scholarship because of his grades

most of the guys struggled with classes but he never failed any of them and his report card was impeccable

he was considered the best player and he really was, the most famous guy on campus and the most desired in his fraternity

so imagine people’s reaction when he got down on one knee in front of you

park’s girlfriend, the most untouchable person in college

brendon loves you, from the tip of your toes to the last strand of your hair, he is crazy about you and everything he does is thinking about building a future with you

that is why he trains harder and studies with more dedication

every point during games he points at you, who is always in the stands wearing his hoodie or a shirt he no longer uses, always with PARK on the back

you always go to his fraternity parties, people genuinely like you, and he goes crazy when you dance for him

your body moving in ways that drive him insane, he cannot hold himself back before dragging you to his room without caring if the whole college will hear

he proposes to you at his last game and of course you say yes, at his graduation he is wearing an engagement ring and winks at you in the crowd while you wear a ring the size of jupiter

at your graduation they already call you by the last name park and brendon almost makes a scene when they hand you your diploma

anyway, just a little bit of young park

[toxicgetou]

i really need someone to write about cowboy!brendon

like he also comes from a small town but he is not a loser like whitaker, he is a big and strong guy who has always gotten into trouble

he needed to go to pittsburgh because of opportunities and only that, he is a guy who likes peace and quiet and if he could he would ride a horse to work

his parents are still there so every weekend he goes back to his childhood room, on one of those nights he goes to the town bar (with a cowboy hat) to see some friends and sets his eyes on the new waitress at the bar

everyone warns him that she is not interested in anyone but park is different, so he makes everyone jealous when you return his flirting

he is a gentleman so after two hours of conversation he finally says: you know, help a horse and ride a cowboy

after your shift ends you have sex in the back of his truck, he does not consider himself emotional but he does not know how to live without you now

he stops postponing his vacation and spends the month at his parents’ house, but honestly he stays in your bed more than anywhere else

you try not to get attached, not believing that someone like brendon, with a career and a name, would choose you for longer than a month

so you jump in shock when, two days before he goes back to pittsburgh, he kneels with his grandmother’s ring in his hand and asks if you would accept marrying him

a year later you reflect in the big house inside a gated community, how you could barely pay your bills before and now you do not even know how much you spend

and everything is more expensive now thanks to the new member of the park family that will be born in the spring

[toxicgetou]

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who does not want to sign the divorce papers and already made it clear that you will have to force him

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who still pays all your bills and got pissed when you tried to give back the card he gave you

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who sees the kids every day, because he obviously bought a house right next to yours

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park your twins do multiple sports and dance classes and he takes them and pays for everything

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who ignores that you are separated and shows up to eat every meal at your house

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who you know exactly what he is doing but you do not want it to stop, you only divorced him because it felt like there was no time for anything besides orthopedics

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who gives you girls’ nights with your friends and takes care of the kids

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who takes you on dates even if you deny it in your head, but it gets a little hard to deny when you are making out like teenagers in the car

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who keeps whispering dirty things in your ear

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who even though you tell all your friends you are not sleeping with him, he has been in your bed since day one of the separation

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who fluctuates, one moment he is rough and says things like “you will never stay away from me, love” and then he is soft (and a little emotional) saying “please don’t leave me”

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who has sex with a hunger that only existed before the twins, and you missed that so much

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who takes you anywhere, but especially in the shower and in bed

Ex-Husband!Brendon Park who stops being your ex after two months, the kids are happy, he is happy, you are happy and also your pussy

Husband!Brendon Park who has a goal of making the twins older siblings by next season

[toxicgetou]

angst

robby, you and jack.

a trio, a relationship, a marriage.

you thought things were going well, but your husbands knew how to hide their self-destructive thoughts, they managed to hide their sadness from each other and drowned into one another.

it was one night you were at the hospital, they were in the bathtub drinking wine when robby suggested: i think i don’t want to be married to her anymore.

and nights later jack came to the same conclusion, months later their therapist would finally have an effect and they would realize they were only running away from their problems, that you were the closest person and the one who would help them and force them to face it.

so what better way to do that than asking for a divorce, you remember how your body started shaking during the speech, how your skin felt hot from the anxiety, how your pressure went up and down and you remember mainly the humiliating way you begged them not to leave you.

you always knew deep down that if your relationship failed one day you would let yourself break to fix it, you thought that because it was jack and robby that wouldn’t happen.

they agreed even knowing they wouldn’t change, because you wouldn’t understand.

months pass and it starts to become unsustainable even for you, someone so desperate for love.

they don’t talk to you, ignore you if possible, it had been weeks since you slept between them (and most of the time they turned their backs), they didn’t wait for you to have dinner, didn’t have sex anymore… you even understood because of the low libido and they justified it like that so it was shocking to catch them having sex the day after your conversation.

it was a night that would be normal that you broke, they always went out to play tennis but always invited you even if most of the time you didn’t accept, this time they didn’t invite you or tell you where they were going.

you started packing your things that day and within a week everything changed to a small apartment and you disappeared, you left the ring on the table and your lawyer’s number for the divorce.

the papers arrived three days later, and as you noticed they probably never changed their opinion about the divorce they just wanted to wait until you left on your own.

months later with michael’s psychological crisis, dana forces him to go to therapy and jack goes along and it doesn’t take many sessions for them to understand what they did.

they pushed away their favorite person, their wife and didn’t even give her the chance to enter their hearts.

they committed to talk to you the next day, to apologize at first so they wouldn’t scare you but when they finally get the courage they see dr park by your side.

he is a good doctor and a decent man but not very friendly so it surprises them that he speaks to you so softly, michael and jack freeze not knowing what to do and it gets worse when they hear the other man say: i’m going to take you on the best date of your life.

[toxicgetou]

brendon park x popstar!reader

the day shift had thankfully ended and the residents gathered near the nurses’ station waiting for the final briefing, to their surprise dr. park was standing next to dana

it was odd since he was already in casual clothes, his shift clearly over, there was no reason for him to still be in the er

dana’s glasses rested at the tip of her nose as she looked at her phone, apparently brendon was teaching her something, robby approached and raised an eyebrow at the scene

“why are you bothering my head nurse?” the older man asked lightly

“he’s teaching me how to do what was the name again?” she asked

“pre-save, so you get notified when an album drops,” the orthopedist replied “and you can do the same”

the group of residents exchanged confused looks and santos, with her big mouth, was the first to ask

“which album are you excited for, dana?” park didn’t let her answer and mentioned your upcoming release “ah! i already did it, she’s really good!” he smiled slightly at the comment but the younger ones still hadn’t connected the dots

“all of you should follow your colleague’s example,” he added

“i’m not really like her music,” whitaker replied, it would have been a normal comment to anyone else but your husband definitely did not like it, dennis swallowed hard under the sharp look he received

“didn’t think someone like you would have good taste in music,” park shot back, making everyone’s eyes widen

langdon, as oblivious as ever, walked up and greeted shark - frank was one of the few doctors in that place he actually liked - with a quick hug

“hey, tell your wife we’re excited for her next album!!”

“you should tell her that in person, she’s back from coachella on saturday,” your husband replied

it’s safe to say whitaker did the pre-save

[toxicgetou]

the fireworks are over and your shift is finally done, you head down to the er one more time

this time with your hair down and out of your nurse uniform, you want to see baby jane doe one more time, to wish her luck

but you are surprised to find michael with her, you step fully into the pediatric wing and he turns to you

your eyes widen at his tears, tears you know have been held back for years

“i don’t want to leave her here,” he says quietly and even with the noise of the er you can hear him “i don’t want to abandon her,” he continues, pulling the baby closer “but i can’t do this without you! you are my anchor, if i haven’t run away yet it’s because of you,” he says seriously even as the tears keep falling

your body is a little frozen but it does not take long for your head to nod and your mouth to open

“i think i can do this…” you say, still confused “but you can’t leave me, you can’t make up some suicidal trip and leave me here alone,” you add as you step closer and he nods, crying even harder before pulling you into a slightly awkward hug

you, robby and a baby who deserved a name

“you’re selling that stupid motorcycle,” you murmur, your heart finally feeling lighter and it only gets better when you feel the older man laugh softly

[toxicgetou]

tw: cheating

you and michael had been trying to get pregnant for a few months

it was getting frustrating, all the tests coming back negative, you had gone to several doctors because according to your husband you were the problem

but there was nothing wrong and when you suggested he get tested to analyze his sperm, he yelled at you

and well, you yelled back, so going to your wedding godfather’s house seemed like a good option until things cooled down

you told jack everything that had happened while you shared a beer

“what the hell is wrong with him?” he asked, kissing your forehead while you cried, later you would blame your emotional state but you had always thought about it

“i bet you could get me pregnant really fast,” you said shamelessly, one moment you were on the couch and the next you were in his bed while he promised to get you pregnant

two months later you and michael barely spoke, because now you stood your ground about the tests, so imagine your surprise when you found out you were eight weeks pregnant and there had only been one person you had slept with during that time

and it was not your husband.