#between wow everything is so good everything is ok to straight sobbing

[tamagotchikgs]

debating whether 2 go to sleep or not

[stunie]

i just WOKE UP !!?????!!!!!!

2024.07.15 — dinner date with Ume. ♡

(hands up if you know where the reference photo’s froooommmmm!!!! >:3 aju nice.)

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

THINGS YOU MAKE ME DO

Prompt: Inspired by the song Things You Make Me Do by Devil Doll

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, angst, heart break, manipulation

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @wickedsunfire , @sassymox , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: This song is amazing, this band is amazing and I missed my main man, so enjoy lol ❤️ If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😉

I've got a secret plan to love you and I do so night and day

And I always stand right by you, have your back in every way

And you wish that I could save you and I wish that I could too

But if you cause too much pain for me I'll leave if I have to

He stood up from the hotel bed and began to get dressed, and as she stared at his figure, she wondered until when was she going to put up with this

But I think about you constantly all through the night and day

And I toss and turn in bed at night and hope it goes away

But it never does and when I wake and you're not next to me

I remember where you are, I hope your girl forgives me

“Are you leaving already?” She asked

“You know I have to” He looked at her “We can’t have people suspecting this” He motioned to the space between them “I would be fucked if they did” He scoffed

“Excuse me?” She asked, hurt by his lack of emotion “What do you mean by that?” She couldn’t have felt more offended, even if she chose to

“What, Y/N? Look, we fuck every once in a while, we have a good time but that’s it!” He chuckled, as he tied up his sneakers “Don’t try to turn this into something that it isn’t” He stood up

“Like what?” She asked angrily

“You know what? I’ll see you later” He winked, and walked out the door of her hotel room

Do I need you?

You seem to think I do

Can't seem to see through anything that you do

Oh, ooohhh, the things you make me do

Y/N was walking down one of the dark arena hallways, when a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, pushing her inside of one of the locker rooms

“Aren’t you gonna talk to me?” He asked, with his lips glued to her ear

“No, and let me go! I have work to do”

“You’ve been ignoring me for three days straight! Why is that, baby?” As his lips made contact with her skin, trailing down her neck

“Roman, just let me go. This is not the place and DEFINITELY not the time”

“I miss you” He whispered “Y/N, baby, you hurt my feelings when you treat me like this” He buried his face in her hair and caressed her body softly

She scoffed “As if you had any”

“Hey” He turned her around so she could face him “What’s the attitude about?” He looked into her eyes, and saw the resentment they held

“Is this because of what I said in your hotel room?” He sighed

“If you know, then why play dumb?” She spat

“C’mon Y/N, I’m sorry, ok?” He hugged her waist “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m an asshole! Please forgive me?” He pouted “Please, baby? I hate when you get mad at me” He begged with his eyes

“You don’t deserve it, you know” She crossed her arms in front of her chest

“Don’t be such a bitter bitch...It’s hotter when you’re MY bitch” He teased

When she tried to hold back a cackle, he knew he had won again

I should know better than to follow your lead wherever you go

Through the raging rivers, stones and alley ways we go

Sometimes I wonder if you really know where you take me to

But your radio is on so loud I can't get through to you

But if everything's ok with you then it's ok with me

You are such a little boy with you're big philosophy

But I'm not a little girl, I am a woman, don't you know?

I'm packing up my toys, I don't want to play anymore

“I don’t want to do this anymore” She said, watching him turn around and get dressed again - as he did every time.

“What are you talking about?” He frowned, as he looked for his shirt

“I don’t want to see you anymore, I’m done with this bullshit”

“You’re breaking up with me?” He laughed, in disbelief

“Well technically, in order to break up with someone you need to be with them in the first place”

“Not this again” He rolled his eyes in annoyance “Why do you always have to get feelings involved, huh? For fucks sake, can’t you ENJOY a one night stand like everybody else?” He threw his hands up in the air

“One night stand?” She widened her eyes in surprise “Do you call fucking almost every night for two years straight a ‘one night stand’ ?”

“Sexually speaking, we couldn't be any more compatible if we tried - so what the fuck do you want me to do? You’re a good fuck to me and I’m a good fuck to you! Why would I search in clubs and bars for something I have next door?” He tugged on his hair out of frustration “I don’t have to date you to like you, Y/N” He sat down beside her on the bed, and caressed her face delicately “You know I like you, don’t you, baby?”

“Yeah I know” She slapped his hand away “You like me when your dick is inside of me”

“Y/N” He sighed

“Get the fuck out” She kicked him on his lower back, in a repeated attempt to shove him out of the bed “Get out!”

“I’m leaving!” He said, grabbing his jacket

“Out!” She threw one of her heels at him, and her aim made it so it nailed him sharply in the hip

“I said I’m fucking leaving” He grabbed the door handle “Crazy bitch!” He said loudly enough for her to hear as he left

But what he didn’t hear were her sobs, which lasted the entire weekend

Do I need you?

You seem to think I do

Can't seem to see through anything that you do

Oh, ooohhh, the things you make me do

Six months had passed. Y/N had transferred to Smackdown, leaving Roman and all of their bitter memories together with Monday Night Raw, and for once in her life, is truly happy. That night, as she approached her car in the parking lot, she spotted none other than Roman himself leaning against the drivers’ door of her vehicle

And how can you smile at me when you know just what you can do

And it's not fair to me cause you know that I can never have you

How can you make me feel so good but then you make me feel so bad

You know that you are the baddest love that I've never had

“Hi, baby” He smiled sheepishly “I missed you” He tried to hug her, but she dismissed him

*It’s not going to be as easy as I thought* He mentally said to himself

“Can I talk to you for a minute? I wanted to apolog-”

“What are you doing here, Roman?” She asked sharply

“I got transferred to Smackdown”

“Good for you” She nodded once and continued “Now, if you excuse me, I’m really tired” She pointed towards her car

“Y/N” He cupped her cheek “Please, just hear me out? I regret everything I did, baby. I mean it! I should have never treated you like that, you don’t deserve it! You’re a beautiful, smart, sexy woman and it was a huge mistake to take you for granted” He brushed his lips softly against hers “Tell me you forgive me, I beg you, please, baby”

“I forgive you and then what? Everything goes back to what it used to be? You treating me like shit? No, Roman. This is not fair to me” She shook her head

“And you’re absolutely right! That will NEVER happen again! I give you my word, baby. Just give me one more chance and I promise I’ll make it up to you” His long fingers stroked the back of her neck lightly, making her miss what they once had.

That was until her phone rang, and the first chords of the Davy Jones Locket song echoed through the parking lot, remembering her of what she had now.

She smiled, as the song continued “No, I have to go” She took his hand off her face and entered the car to go meet the owner of that ringtone.

I've got my own man now, he treats me the way that you never could

And now you're all like "I should’ve, could’ve, would..."

But I'm afraid you've missed the train, you were too busy playing games

And now our story comes to an end, you ain't my lover or my friend

And when I am walking down the aisle oh so happily

Then you'll be saying "it could’ve, should’ve been me."

“Rumor has it, you’re getting married” Roman said, leaning against her office’s door

“Wow, news travels fast in this business, huh?” She answered, not paying too

much attention to him

“Can I see the ring?”

“Why? Want to buy a new one for your wife?” She scoffed

He decided to ignore her tone “Can I know who the lucky guy is?”

“Will it change anything if you do?” She continued to read her papers

“Can you stop answering my questions with other questions?”

“Will you stop asking me personal questions then?”

He chuckled softly “I missed that acid humor of yours”

“What do you want Roman?” She glared at him

“Your happiness” But this time, he meant it

“Now, that’s a bad taste joke” She laughed bitterly

“I know you don’t believe me, but I do”

“Right” She said dismissively

“Can you tell me who it is?”

“I figure, if you know I’m getting married then you also know who the groom is. Why hear old news again?”

“It’s Drew, isn’t it?” He asked defeatedly

She sighed “Yes, Roman. It’s Drew, are you happy now?”

“When is the wedding?”

“October. Why are you suddenly so interested in my love life?”

“I need to know how much time I have to kidnap you before you commit the biggest mistake of your life” He joked, but deep down, he meant it

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already committed that one” She said, intentionally making eye contact with him

“I love you, Y/N. Always have”

“You have a funny way of showing it” She murmured

“I’m sorry, babe...but I felt trapped. I didn’t knew how to express what I was feeling and I was so confused” He locked his gaze with hers “I would do everything different now, I swear I would”

She ignored his pleading eyes, and returned her gaze to her paperwork “I’m afraid that time is gone, Roman...There’s nothing left to do”

If you need me, I will not hear thee

Stay away from me, trying to decieve me

Oh, oh, ohhh the things you make me do

Oh the things you'll never make me do

Oh the things you’ll never make me do

Roses are red, violets are blue and so are you

One year later, Y/N is gathering her personal belongings from her office, her pregnancy doesn’t allow her to travel with the company any more, so she’s going to be working only from her home office for the foreseeable future. A knock on her door made her look up

“I heard the stork will be visiting you soon” Roman said

“Yeah, apparently she will”

“How far along are you?” He approached her carefully

“Just turned four months”

“Baby is popping out of nowhere, huh? Until a week ago you had no bump at all, and now” He reached his hand to touch her belly, but stopped midway

“It’s okay, Ro, you can touch it” She encouraged him

He smiled widely and rested his big hand against her tiny bump

“Do you know what you’re having?” He asked softly

“Girl” She smiled brightly “Regan”

“Even got her a name already? Damn baby, you’re fast- Sorry I shouldn’t have called you that” He said weakly

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it” She tried to hide the nostalgia the pet name brought to her

“I wish...” He trailed off

“Don’t. Don’t go there, please”

“You can still run away with me, you know?” He smirked, teasingly

“I’m sure you would look great holding a female version of Drew” She tried to joke

“As long as you birth it, I don’t care who made it. Although I wish it was me” He tried, one last time

“Maybe in another life, Ro” She smirked sadly, as she reached the door

“Do you promise?” He asked

“I’ll see you around” Smiling widely, she made her way out the arena doors, leaving him behind, for the second time (in that life).

But who knows what can happen in the next one?...

Please, if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

[organic-guacamole]

episode 209 spoilers below

I'm so late today but here it is

I love EJ, he's finally learning to be happy. I'm so proud.

Ms Jenn = every boomer during zoom calls, like jeez yes we can hear you stop shouting at me.

LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKE ABOUT QUARANTINE "these dark times" "you mean spring break?"

ah yes, remember when we thought covid was just gonna give us a longer spring break? good times

SEBLOS

damn the passive aggressiveness from Carlos and the absolutely over it tone from seb✋

CASWELL COUSINS!!!!! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!!

we needed more if this kind of goofiness for the first part of season 2 that only such an iconic duo can provide.

old old movies-

is it even that old, or is Nini being a gen alpha rn-

i choose to imagine EJ being scared of the movie and hiding in Ashlyn's shoulder while she keeps a straight face and then EJ pretending to be tough afterwards

aww redlyn are soulmates.... yknow, if gingers had souls

(please ignore me)

y'all saw how EJ's face *lit up* when Gina logged on? how dare you tell me he doesn't like her

ofc she's no damsel in distress, she's Gina porter, she's amazing.

so do we think she'd be the type to just glare at suspicious people? or bark at them

do they not know that Rini broke up? or is Ms Jenn just wanting Nini to suffer through her heartbreak to make her a better actress....

speaking of, why is Nini in the call? she's not in the show anymore. Unless she is, even after the rose and the song got cut, which would be so unfair to all those that auditioned properly before she even came back but whatever, she's the main character I get it 🙄

big red is a hero honestly, Nini better thank him for changing the subject like that

I can't-

i won't work you over the break-

this woman would 100% work her kids 24/7 if it was legal and idk how to feel about it.

YES GINA USE THAT CHARM

QUEEN

FRENCH QUEEN

SHE LEARNT FROM THE BEST (antoine obvi)

smh the airport lady, eavesdropping on Gina's call.

The way she was so happy to answer EJ's call, "eej"

I love them your honour.

EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YES PLEASE

great now we need to see Gina, Ashlyn and EJ having a complete spa day and EJ getting really into it and Gina and Ashlyn take pictures of him when he's laying down in a robe with a mask and cucumbers on his eyes.

finally we get to see Gina's side of portwell

the way she considered it as flirting, this is the sign she asked for in episode 6 come onnnnn

no is Asher/jack really doing tiktok dances in an airport-

Ricky is me. I am burrito.

oh Lynne, sweetie, I'm sorry but the blonde hair is not it

is that even the same lady or-

THE BEAN

THE CHICAGO BEAN

THE BIG OLD METAL BEAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY 😭

jetlag is my go to excuse for anything... I haven't travelled in 2 years.

"welcome to the Lynne and Mike gossip show. where we talk about our depressed son that we both neglect in certain ways! And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN..."

SO MANY CANDLES

WHAT DEMON IS LYNNE TRYING TO SUMMON IN HIS ROOM-

is Nina becoming social media obsessed EJ from season 1? AND SHE LIED ABOUT HAVING SONGS TOO PLEASE WHY ARW THEY RECYCLING THE SAME PLOT-

Gina smiling at the picture of her family on Instagram makes me so happy, idek why.

EJ's nails are so pretty, we needed to see it more (unless he had it on for the rest of the episode and I just.... didn't notice🧍🏽‍♀️)

oh not the tiktok kid✋

yes ma'am end this strange mans whole tiktok career

sir take a hint and leave

GINA NO DONT SAY YOUR LAST NAME HE COULD BE A HUMAN TRAFFICKER

Ricky, walking in style✨

weird kid, ok then Lynne, can't you see he's this close to the edge?

not all your fault baby Ricky, Nini sucks a bit more

RICKY YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN HARD ON THE SONG-

YOU ASKED WHAT IT WAS ABOUT AND SHE SHUT YOU DOWN-

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF

ok but the deleting comment thing was very bad

still don't know if I like Jack honestly

hmmm so Nini's calling herself Nini instead of Nina in her little egg seat, while trying to write a song without inspiration.... Nini, honey, Ricky was your muse, he inspired you to write all those songs, even if it wasn't good for the relationship.

that doesn't mean you gotta get back with him, or that you can't write a song that not about him butttt it'll take some time

the rainbow sticker in her box and her rainbow shirt-

anyways wbk she's not totally straight

Jack are you a criminal?

quick, Gina, check his ankle for a tracker

THE YES AND PRACTICE STRIKES AGAIN

the way Gina wasn't into it in episode 6 but she's used the technique twice now

stole her grandma's Pomeranian-

Jack where the hell did you pull that out from-

the fake crying killed me, that looks like so much fun though

anyone wanna raid a first class lounge with me?

wait so is jack not gonna go in with her?

wouldn't he go in too? help look for the credit card? SO CONFUSED

the first class lounge guy was so into the drama though, watch his face when they start arguing 😭

sorry to break this to you Kourtney, but you haven't even blocked the second act yet soooo...

take that as you will

I love how all of them are totally dissing the dance off

that's the most realistic part of this show tbh

shouldn't Nini have asked how she knew....since the start? why is the fact that her best friend has knowledge of a North high secret now dawning on her...

Howie is sweet honestly, at least he's trying to help. but I stand with Kourtney, don't take him back just because he sang an amazing song, and is giving you a heads up on what's gonna happen...

KOURTNEY IS ME TRYING TO LEAVE AN ONLINE CLASS

I hate school

ooo Nini's writing a song about bad internet connection 🤩🤩🤩

I never lie, except when I do-

son that is the creepiest thing you could say to a stranger that you've been "helping"

2 truths and a lie👀

he's an Ariana fan 100%

called it.

OLDER BROTHER-

WHAT-

free spirit? damn so brother porter was in that horse movie

so has she been kissed or not?????????

I feel like she's moved more than 15 times though so possibly

but then if she's moved so much, and before east high she never opened up to anyone, she's never been kissed then?? damn

same though Gina so let's be besties please

heartbreak president is a great song title idea, give Nini a call rn

but wait

is the no strings attached feeling thing about her telling Ricky she liked him? she thought she was moving away so she thought it'd be no strings attached???

guys I think I figured it out insert the "I've connected two dots" meme

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT

IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S

OMG I LOVE I LOVE

NOT THAT I KNOW OF???

ma'am did you just kill me

yes you did

Lynne and Ricky have such a weird relationship

YES IT DID SUCK

TODD SUCKS

LYNNE SUCKS

yeah I get that you wanted Ricky to like Todd BUT THAT WASN'T THE TIME

right so we already know that Ricky was so desperate to keep Nini cuz he didn't want to be like his parents, and now Lynne's talking about this-

Richard needs a long hug

yes Lynne, it is your fault. thank you for finally admitting it.

YES DYE YOUR HAIR

BLOND HIGHLIGHTS RICKY WILL RISE AGAIN

"sometimes the best, last thing you can do for someone you love, is let them go."

gotta admit I teared up at that point

not me thinking big red was calling ms Jenn cupcake for a hot second-

Carlos please omg, you're at the "beach" and they're leaving for the pool?

also, why not just do the call from the hotel room please omg

"don't ask me"

"Carlos"

OMG WHAT HAPPENED

big red wants the tea

O M G

SEB IS JEALOUS

JEALOUS SEBBY IS MY FAVOURITE THING IDC

I'm surprised ms Jenn knew how to give Nini permission to screenshare tbh

So lily's been stalking the East high kids and spending time editing this video while she's supposedly in an immersion trip.... right

EJ and Ashlyn's picture is so chaotic, what even is happening there

"slacking off" bestie its spring break, obviously they're confident enough that they'll get it done in time so why not focus on your own musical.

jealous seb = sassy seb

please what if those guys Carlos is posing with are his cousins or something and that's why he's so confused about Seb

6 YEAR OLD EJ I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Nini saying she's obsessed with her ex, that's not weird at all 👍

I can just tell Matt had a blast harassing Julia with those puppets.

Jack please dont be like that, "yet"

chances are you'll never see eachother again 🥰

(honestly sometimes I really miss those friends I made on trips and stuff when we'd spend the day or week together, only to never see them again....those were the good days though)

Ashlyn and Nini should write more songs..... something better than this one at least

Nini: "im good"

cue the Tia Mowry (please I can't spell) crying gif

oh I forgot Ricky was in the show for a hot second

1. where did Gina get to film this without people being around

2. did she just... randomly change her clothes???

ok but the transition between Carlos and EJ

*chefs kiss*

now everyone shut up, EJ's singing

oh i think I'm pregnant

HIS MUSCLES

YES KOURTNEY

I love how big red and Kourtney went from being "the best friends™" to the couple in season 1, to kinda close themselves and having their own plots

sebby makes me so happy

props to biggies editing skills honestly

PORTWELL BEING SIDE TO SIDE I CANT

AND SEBLOS OMG

big red lives for the drama

"wow" so true Ricky

no he is not cute, stop it

"holding" ok that's kinda cute

yeah EJ's a lucky guy😌

jokes aside, it's not that hard to exchange numbers-

keep in touch if you want

ok I really like Jack now

if he comes back in season 3, maybe have him be LGBTQ+ ?

like the only out characters they have rn are Seb and Carlos and they're like the sterotypes, yk?

I'd love to see jack kinda break the mold

Ricky's breaking my heart

that song just hurts

the only thing

now I don't hate Lynne????????

HOW DARE THEY WRITE IN A PROPER REDEMPTION ARC FOR HER

UGH IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HER FOREVER

I mean I don't live her now but she's good

but honestly

"mom can I show you something"

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

THE PICTURE AND EVERYTHING OMG

I'm sobbing please help

Gina saying she's just waiting for the right guy and then EJ coming to the airport to pick her up late at night without her asking, offering to bring her back in the morning so she won't have to Uber, bringing her a granola bar (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE FORGOT TO PACK) and without expecting anything in return???

ms ma'am you've got a keeper right there

her smile at the end was so heartwarming I really can't.

this episode was great.

it felt really short but I liked it, great character development for Ricky, Lynne and Gina.

Cant wait for next episode to see more of EJ being the ideal boyfriend /hj

[tchallasbabymama]

Funeral

Hey y’all, here’s Chapter 12 of Playlist. Catch up on the story and read my other fics by checking out my masterlist HERE! Also, In a couple weeks I’ll be starting up “Ménage `a Trois”, a T’Challa x  OC x M’Baku throuple fic. Check out the preview here!

CW: Smut (consensual non-consent, knife/claw play, cutting, blood play). Basically if edge play bothers you, don’t read the last scene except for the verrrry end. Child endangerment. 

Word count: 10,313

The King and Queen of Wakanda, along with their newborn baby girl, stayed in the royal birthing chambers for the rest of the day so the midwife could keep an eye on mama and umntwana. T’Challa spent almost the entire time holding and talking to his daughter, only easily giving her up when it was time for her to eat.

“Challa, can I have my child please?”

“Our child,” he said as he carefully handed her off to her mother.

“I know that, do you?” she said with a look that made the king’s cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“O-of course, I just-”

“Shhhh, I’m kidding,” she chuckled before her face changed as Siyanda latched on for the second time since she’d been out in the real world.

“Does it hurt?”

“No it’s just...a weird feeling, but it’s good.”

T’Challa climbed in bed next to her and stroked her hair out of her face as she fed their daughter.

“I already want another.”

“Can my entire bottom half heal first, please?”

He chuckled and kissed her temple.

“I can be patient.”

Ashanti shot him another look and he changed his tune.

“When it comes to this, anyway,” he said with a smile.

When the princess was all fed and burped they felt it was finally time to let their loved ones in to see the new addition to the family.

Ramonda, Bisa, and Chidi came in first, each crying tears of joy over their baby’s baby. However, when it came time to hold her, T’Challa’s reaction surprised them all.

“I...I’m sorry, was that a growl?” Ashanti asked her husband, dumbfounded.

“...No.”

“Sounded like one to me,” Chidi said, cautiously stepping back from the bed.

“It’s just the herb in his system making him extra protective. Those panther instincts really kick into gear when you have a child,” Ramonda chimed in.

“Oh so is that why I barely get to touch my own baby?”

Ramonda nodded and reached for the baby, causing yet another deep rumbling in T’Challa’s chest.

“Down, boy,” Ashanti joked as she handed Siyanda to Ramonda and reached for her husband’s hand.

“How are you feeling intyatyambo?” Bisa asked, sitting on the bed next to her daughter.

“I’m tired and everything is sore, but I’m floating in the clouds everytime I look at her.”

“That feeling never goes away,” Ramonda chimed in as she looked down at her granddaughter. “You know, it’s too early to tell for sure, but she has N’Yami’s eyes, just like her baba.”

“That’s what T’Challa said!” she looked over to him as he followed Ramonda’s every movement with his eyes. Ashanti squeezed his hand and he broke his gaze. “Baby, stop. Nobody here is going to harm her.”

He lightly cleared his throat and nodded. Deep down, he knew that to be the case, but he just couldn’t help himself.

Ramonda walked over to Bisa and carefully placed Siyanda in her other grandma’s arms.

“Bast, she’s beautiful,” Chidi stood behind his wife and stared down at his granddaughter, too afraid to touch her out of fear that her father would rip his head off.

“Do you want to hold her?” Bisa asked him.

“That’s probably not such a good idea right now,” Ramonda noticed how T’Challa reacted everytime Chidi got close. T’Chaka had done the same thing. He had been wary of anyone touching Shuri, but other men brought out the predator in him and his territorial nature flared. It calmed down after a while, but it was the worst when she was a newborn. “In fact, I’m not sure if Daka can even come into the room.”

“Why is that?” Ashanti asked.

“Look at how he is with a normal man. We’ve never had two panthers at the same time, so I could be wrong, but I would give it a couple weeks for him to calm down...just in case.”

Ashanti nodded and kissed her husband’s cheek, his eyes still glued to their baby girl.

“I’ll go bring in Shuri and Kwame,” Chidi offered before heading out the door, a little hurt he couldn’t hold his granddaughter.

Ashanti lightly slapped T’Challa’s chest, “You hurt his feelings.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it.”

“Try closing your eyes or something.”

“I’d still hear it.”

“Not with my headphones! I’ll be back,” Shuri had barely made it in the room when she ran back out, and when Kwame entered he went straight to his best friend and pulled her in for a hug.

“I can’t believe you’re a mama now! Where is the little bundle of joy?” he looked around before his eyes landed on Bisa rocking her granddaughter in the corner.

“If you want to hold her I’d suggest waiting a couple weeks, baba might attack you,” Chidi complained from the doorway.

“No worries, I don't like holding them when they’re fresh out anyway. Too delicate.”

Just then, Shuri returned with her headphones and T’Challa tentatively placed them on, turning around to look out the window as a distraction, still holding Ashanti’s hand and bouncing his leg from the anxiety of not being able to know what's going on with his baby girl.

“Ok, now try, baby,” Bisa said, handing Siyanda off to her umakhulu.

“She looks just like you did when you were born,” Chidi added, walking closer to Kwame so he could see her cute little face.

“Awwww she really is cute!”

Everyone laughed as Chidi passed Siyanda to her auntie, but it was quickly cut short when everyone noticed the look of complete adoration on the older princess’ face.

“She...she’s beautiful.”

She stared at her little nose and her little round cheeks and swore to herself that she would protect her niece with her life.

There was a light knocking and everyone looked up to see the prince, never really one to follow directions, standing in the doorway.

“Stay there, don’t come in,” Ramonda warned.

“So I don't get to see my baby cousin?” he pouted.

Shuri looked at her brother, still turned towards the window and unaware of what was happening, then to Ashanti and Ramonda. Ashanti nodded and Ramonda let out a deep breath before doing the same. Shuri walked over to N’Jadaka and placed her in his arms after taking one last look at her distracted brother.

“Wow...she’s so tiny.” he played with her little fingers as she looked up at him. T’Challa shifted and they quickly but carefully placed the baby back in Shuri’s arms. N’Jadaka stayed in the doorway as Ashanti reached to take the noise-cancelling headphones off her overprotective husband.

Shuri placed her niece in her baba’s arms and T’Challa’s tension melted away.

“I apologize, I don’t know how to control it yet,” the king said softly while staring at his greatest creation.

“You’ll get there,” Ashanti placed her head on his shoulder and he smiled, kissing her temple.

Just then, Binta and Ramla entered to check on mama and baby so the family left to give them some space. After Ramla made sure everything was safe, she allowed the new little family to return to their quarters to start their new life together.

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Princess Siyanda was a very sensitive and reserved child. As an infant, she only wanted her parents and would cry whenever anyone else held her. It took her a few months to warm up to the rest of the family, but she eventually got there and they were able to step in and help take care of her.

As she grew, she continued to be a shy baby. During her crowning after her first birthday, it was almost impossible to get her to stop crying, seemingly overwhelmed by all the attention. After a few more months, the princess started to come out of her shell a little bit, but she was still very cautious around new people and people she wasn’t fond of.

Siyanda was also a quiet child, and she didn’t speak until she was almost two. Now, at three years old, Princess Siyanda was the chattiest little thing to people she deemed worthy, but still very silent in the presence of those she didn’t like. Like Mala and Ode, for example. Siyanda had been coming to council meetings since she was an infant, sitting in one of her parent’s laps as they ruled the kingdom, and even then she grew anxious when the Merchant and Mining tribe elders approached her. Now she would hide behind whatever family member was closest. It had started to become bothersome to the two elders who felt disrespected by the child’s behavior, which only fueled their already deep disdain for her and her common mother.

Ashanti and T’Challa were head over heels for their temperamental little girl, so when they found out the reason for her actions they were floored that they had missed the signs.

It all started with a headache that just wouldn’t go away.

“Mama? Baba?” came a little voice from outside their door, prompting T’Challa, who was a much lighter sleeper than his wife, to get up and let in his baby girl.

When he opened the door she squinted up at him and looked as though she were seeing him for the first time. She burst into tears as her baba crouched down to scoop her up, but she wiggled out of his arms.

“What is it, sithandwa?”

By this point, Ashanti had made her way over to the doorway and stood behind her husband as he tried to calm their daughter down. Siyanda’s tears subsided for just long enough for her to speak, “My head hurts. You’re too bright.”

“What do you mean bright, baby?” Ashanti crouched down to Siyanda’s level with T’Challa, hoping to stop her baby girl from crying.

“My head hurts, and it woke me up. You’re too bright.”

“Who, baby?”

“Both of you.”

T’Challa and Ashanti looked to each other in confusion before turning back to their daughter.

“Close your eyes, baby girl,” Ashanti said as she reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into a hug.

“Now, tell us, how are we too bright?” he rubbed her back in slow circles to calm her down, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“There’s colors around you and-and it hurts my eyes,” the little princess huffed out between sobs.

“Colors?”

“Mhm.”

The two parents were perplexed as they turned to each other with their eyebrows furrowed yet again, both unsure of what they were hearing.

“Why don’t you come to bed with mama? Baba will make you some tea to help you sleep, ok?”

“Ok mama.”

“Keep your eyes closed, baby.”

Ashanti carried Siyanda to the bed while T’Challa disappeared to the kitchen to make a quick cup of tea. The princess kept her eyes closed as her mama sang her favorite lullaby and played in her soft curls that she got from her baba. Slight whimpers left her lips as a dull aching throbbed in her head, but she preferred it to the stabbing pain of the bright colors.

T’Challa returned and he set the tea down to cool before crawling into bed with his two favorite girls. “Tell us what you see, sithandwa.”

She sniffled as Ashanti wiped the tears coming from her eyes and T’Challa held her little hands in his. She tried her best to explain to them the bright purple and yellow light radiating from around them that they couldn’t see, but they just couldn’t wrap their heads around her words.

“How about we go see Umakazi Shuri tomorrow?”

“Ok baba.”

Ashanti helped Siyanda drink the tea with her eyes closed and eventually she drifted off to a fretful sleep, tossing and turning between her parents all night. They desperately needed to talk  about the situation so they texted on their beads so as not to wake their sleeping child up.

A: It sounds like she’s seeing auras.

T: Isn’t she too young for that kind of thing? A: I always thought mutations kicked in at puberty.

T: They normally do.

A: Maybe it’s not a mutation?

T: I don’t know what else it could be.

A: Me either, but I’m worried about her.

T: Me too, Kitten.

They both gazed at their sleeping daughter’s not quite so peaceful form as she slept, neither one of them getting much sleep of their own that night.

The king, queen, and both princesses were missing from breakfast the next day, leaving Ramonda and N’Jadaka to dine alone. Siyanda found that she could open her eyes as long as she didn’t look at anybody, but that proved to be a harder task than she expected so she just kept her eyes closed behind sunglasses the whole way.

As they entered Shuri’s lab, she immediately sensed something was wrong with the usually much more excited princess.

“Yaya! What’s up?” she picked up her favorite niece and spun her around, surprised by the lack of giggles. “Ok something is wrong, talk to me.”

T’Challa cleared his throat, “We think she is seeing auras.”

“She has powers?!”

“Well that’s what we want you to help us find out,” Ashanti added.

“Sure thing, it’ll only take a second,” she set Siyanda down on the table before putting a painless blood collection device over her arm and distracting her while the machine drew her blood.

Shuri connected the device to her computer and the results appeared on the screen. After combing through the data, Shuri felt almost ready to make her declaration.

“I’ll need to run some more tests, if you don’t mind.”

Ashanti grabbed T’Challa’s hand and he looked down at her concerned face.

“Challa, I don’t want her to feel like we’re experimenting on her.”

“She won’t, I promise. I’ll do it with her.”

Ashanti nodded and the four of them spent the whole morning in Shuri’s lab. It turned out that Siyanda could in fact see auras and she had most likely been empathic since she was an infant.

The adults watched her play with fake gauntlets Shuri made just for her as they spoke in hushed tones.

“So that’s why she’s picky about who she lets near her?”

“Looks like it,” Shuri swiped through the screen until she came across a picture of a brain. “You see here? This is my brain.”

Ashanti and T’Challa watched the synapses fire and light up the screen.

“And this is ubhuti’s brain,” She pulled up another projection, this one with even more synapses lighting up the screen. “The heart shaped herb altered his brain so that he could have heightened senses and panther instincts, so that’s why he’s got more going on up there...I’m still smarter.”

T’Challa rolled his eyes as Ashanti grinned at her sister-in-law.

“But this...this is Yaya’s brain.”

All three adults stood in awe as they watched parts of her brain spark in ways they hadn’t ever witnessed before.

“What is that?”

“That’s her visual, emotional, and sensory centers firing off. Now look at this scan from when I had her look at T’Challa.”

“Bast…”

“Is she...this won’t keep hurting her will it? She has a headache and it gets worse when she looks at us, I don't want her to-”

“My love,” he grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“Sorry, right.” Ashanti took a breath, “Ok so what now?”

“I’m thinking: glasses.”

“Wh...glasses?”

“Yes, if I can filter out at least some of the light it’ll be more manageable for her. She’ll probably grow out of the headaches when her body gets used to her new power.”

“What if she develops more powers? Can you tell ahead of time?” T’Challa asked his little sister.

“Not unless she’s hooked up to machines when it happens.”

“So you for sure found the mutation in her genes?” Ashanti chimed in.

“Yep!” She swiped across the screen and brought up a swirling double helix before typing in a code and pulling up the exact genome. “Here it is, the X-gene.”

Ashanti’s mouth was wide open as she released her husband’s hand and stepped towards the screen, taking it all in. Her mind raced all over the place. She knew these things usually came from the mother, but as far as she knew there were no mutants in her family. She’d have to talk to her parents, and soon.

Despite her confusion and fear for her child’s safety Ashanti couldn't help the slow smile creeping up her face as she turned back to T’Challa.

“Our baby has superpowers!”

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“Umakhulu!”

“There’s my grandbaby!” Chidi swooped Siyanda off the ground as she giggled, but he paused when he noticed something was a little different. “What’s with the goggles?”

“Auntie Shuri made them for me because people were too bright.”

Chidi looked at Ashanti in total confusion and she waved him off.

“Yeah, I’ll get to that in a little bit. Where’s mama?”

“She should be back from closing the restaurant any time now. You know, I’m surprised you have her up this late...is everything ok at home?”

“Yes baba, T’Challa would’ve come but he got called into a meeting with the Avengers.”

“Your baba is such a busy superhero,” Chidi whispered to his granddaughter, making her giggle right as Bisa opened the door, saying hello to the Dora Milaje stationed outside.

“Well hello you two!” Bisa kissed everyone’s forehead and sat down next to her husband just in time for Siyanda to crawl into her lap and make herself comfortable. “Where’s my son in law? Somewhere getting on your nerves?”

Ashanti chuckled, “Not today mama, he’s working. Actually I’m here about Yaya...and her glasses.”

“Yeah, what’s up with these? They make her look so old.”

“They do, but she needs them until Shuri can come up with a better idea,” Ashanti took a breath, “Mama, baba...she’s an empath...a mutant.”

“What’s a mutant, mama?”

Ashanti took in her parents’ shocked faces before looking down to her child.

“A mutant is a person with special gifts.”

“Gifts?”

“Mhm, like how baba and Daka can run really fast.”

Siyanda nodded and went back to playing with Bisa’s bracelets, shaking her out of her daze.

“You said she’s an empath, what does that mean?”

“She can see auras and feel people’s energy. Shuri thinks when she’s older she might be able to feel peoples’ emotions, but we can’t know for sure yet.”

“What colors does she see around us?”

“Yaya?”

The toddler looked up from her grandma’s beaded wrists and her big brown eyes landed on her mother. Ashanti couldn’t help but smile down at her cherubic face. Siyanda was her little twin, she looked and acted just like her mama, right down to wearing her emotions on her face.

“What is it baby?”

“You don’t see the colors?”

“No, that’s your gift, not mine.”

“It’s pretty, mama. You’re yellow and baba is purple. And when you’re together it swirls.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” she turned to her grandparents, “And you’re green and blue mixed together.”

“What do the colors mean, intyatyambo?” Bisa asked, her eyes wide with wonder at her granddaughter's gift from Bast.

Siyanda shrugged, taking in the swirling colors around them with a smile on her face.

“So what are the glasses for exactly?” Chidi asked. Much like his daughter and granddaughter, Chidi wore his emotions on his face and his bewilderment was still very obvious.

“The colors are really bright and they hurt her head, so Shuri figured out how to filter out the light so she can still see them without it hurting. Hopefully she’ll grow out of it.”

“Auntie Shuri said I’m a superhero like baba!” The princess jumped up and started play-fighting with her granddad, who then chased her around the living room and into the backyard.

“Those two,” Bisa chuckled, shaking her head before turning serious. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m ok as long as she’s ok. I’m just confused on where it came from. Does anyone else in our family have powers?”

“Well that depends on who you ask...the women in my family have been gifted for centuries, but it was mostly through dream work and divination, not as empaths. Though I’m not really sure what the difference is between a gift from Bast and a mutation.”

“I don’t think there is one.”

“Me neither.”

The mother and daughter sat in silence for a moment before Siyanda’s screeching laughter rang out as Chidi chased her back into the room. Ashanti scooped her up into her lap when Chidi plopped down on the couch, resting his head on his wife’s shoulder.

“I'm too old for this.”

Siyanda nodded and Chidi’s hurt face sent Ashanti and Bisa into a laughing fit. After they came back down to earth Ashanti felt her stomach growl and invited her parents to come back to the palace for dinner.

The four of them arrived just before everyone else and took their seats as the rest of their small party filed in. All except for the king, that is.

“Where is my son?” Ramonda asked.

“Yeah, where’s baba?”

Ashanti sighed and pushed back from the table, kissing her daughter’s head before sauntering out the room and down the hall towards the business side of the palace. When she reached his office she didn’t even bother knocking before she swung the doors open.

“T’Challa.”

He looked away from the documents on his screen, his tired eyes filling with worry as he took in her tone. She almost never said his whole name, so he knew he was in for it.

“Is something wrong, my love?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s dinnertime. Let’s go,” she turned to usher him out of the room, but he didn’t move.

“Kitten, I have work to do. We spent half the day in Shuri’s lab and then I spent the rest dealing with the Avengers-”

“You have to eat, don’t you?”

“Yes, I was going to have it brought to me.”

Ashanti crossed the room and rolled his chair back from the desk, sitting sideways in his lap.

“Your eyes look tired baby, give them a break from all the screens. Mama and baba are here...Yaya misses you...I miss you,” she pouted.

“I know what you’re doing-”

She placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m not doing anything,” she said before kissing his cheek, then his jawline. Her lips trailed to his Adam's apple and back up to his earlobe before whispering in his ear.

“I miss you, Kumkani.”

“I’m not doing anything,” he mocked, making his wife giggle. The king let out a sigh as Ashanti kissed up and down the column of his neck. He had already made up his mind about going to dinner, but he was also very willing to see how far she’d take her seduction.

Ashanti moved in his lap to straddle him and they connected in a passionate liplock, her hips grinding slowly into his. He let her have her fun before he stood and placed her on his desk, reaching his hand up the leg of her flowy printed shorts until he made it to his destination between her thighs. She moaned as his fingers grazed her clit, slowly stroking it through her underwear.

“You come in here and distract me.” He pushed her panties to the side and ran his bare fingers up and down her juicy slit, “All you had to do was say please.”

“Please kumkani,” she begged as he continued to tease her lips and his fingers slowly made their way deep inside her. He held her gaze as he fingered her slowly.

Ashanti wanted more, she needed more.

“Fuck me.”

“What was that? A little louder.”

“Fuck. Me.”

“You are giving orders now?”

“Please baby.”

“That’s better,” he said with a salacious smirk resting lopsided on his chiseled face. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his dick so she could feel how hard he was. “You think I don’t miss you too, my love? I miss your taste-”

He planted a sloppy open-mouthed kiss on her lips.

“-your smell-”

His head nuzzled into her neck and he took a deep breath, letting out a moan as he exhaled.

“-How you feel around my dick when I’m inside you.” He had her pussy hanging out the leg of her shorts, exposed to the elements as he stroked her clit and looked into her eyes as he spoke. The next thing she knew she was filled with her husband. His hips snapped into hers and his hands found their way to her hair, grabbing a handful of her curly faux locs and pulling her head back. He licked and nibbled on her throat as he buried himself in her and all she could see was stars.

It had been about a week since the King and Queen of Wakanda had been able to have any alone time, and they were both at their limit. They were used to going long stretches without any physical contact when he was away on missions, but when they were together they could barely keep their hands off each other. A week was way too long.

Her legs tried to wrap around him, but he was in no mood for that soft and sweet shit. He wanted to tear her to pieces and she wanted him to do it.  

Ashanti’s eyes rolled back in her head and she felt the tension rise inside her as his thumb circled her clit. Her body melted into the desk and she struggled to stay up on her elbows as he leaned over her, teasing her.

“You miss me?”

“Y-yes Kumkani.”

“What do you miss?” He loved teasing her, especially when he knew she could barely speak.

“Mmm fuck. I...I miss your hands on me.”

He slowed his strokes and his large hands made their way up and down her body. His left hand found it’s home at the dip of her hip, gripping her tight. His right hand rested just below her throat as a tease, refusing to squeeze her the way she wanted.

“What else?” he slowly dragged his tip along her g-spot and a shudder went through her body.

“Your lips.”

He trailed kisses on every inch of her body he could reach, ending on her chest. His tongue brushed across each nipple as he french kissed her breasts, pulling each bud into his mouth and nibbling softly as she moaned in his ear. His hips kept a slow and steady pace until he released her from his mouth and dug deep inside her.

“Kumkani!”

“Mhm, what else do you miss?” T’Challa’s hands gripped her hips tight as he leaned over her and pulled her into him to meet each stroke. Her hips grinded up into his until he pushed her legs back further, damn near folding her in half and laying his weight on her as his hips rolled his dick deeper inside her.

“This. I miss this.”

“I bet you do, Kitten,” he chuckled before slowing down his strokes and kissing her softly. “I miss this too.”

Their tongues danced against each other as her body tightened and released around him, coating him in her juices.

“Where do you want it?” He couldn’t hold on any longer and desperately needed this release.

“Right there, baby,” Ashanti cooed as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in tight. The tension in his body rose to an alltime high and the vein in his forehead threatened to pop before his body jerked and he stilled inside her.

The two of them laughed as they untangled themselves and came back down to reality.

“You think they know?” Ashanti asked as she straightened his tunic. He twirled her around and was surprised there was no visible wet spot.

“We got lucky this time. You’re going to have to start keeping a change of clothes in here,” he slapped her ass just to watch it jiggle.

“Challa!”

“I’m sorry, let me kiss it-” he grabbed her and started kissing down her neck again as he firmly gripped her ass.

“No, we have to go,” she giggled as she struggled to get out of his grasp. “We can get back to this later.”

“But I want it now, you started it,” he whined and bit into her neck. “Let’s skip dinner.”

“Challa, I invited my parents.”

He visibly deflated and let out a deep sigh. He loved his in-laws, but he would much rather be blowing Ashanti’s back out in their quarters. He released her from his arms with a roll of his eyes and tried his best not to pout as she pulled him out the door, but his sad face was quickly replaced by one of great amusement as he watched his wife limp down the hallway.

Later that night, T’Challa was called to an emergency mission with the Avengers and was gone for a whole month.

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Ashanti had passed her creative genes right on down to her daughter. The little princess loved to draw and regularly surprised her parents with colorful portraits of the people in her life. They loved seeing the world through her eyes and kept every picture, even when the subject was unrecognizable. Their favorite was a picture she drew of the whole family holding hands, each one of them glowing in their different colors. N’Jadaka was red, full of passion and strength, and Shuri’s ambition came through as a vivid orange color. Ramonda was surrounded by a peaceful cloud of light blue and the bold blues and healing greens of Chidi and Bisa’s auras swirled together in perfect harmony. She even drew pictures of her favorite aunts and uncles, capturing how M’Baku’s red aura danced around Shani’s pink glow. The twins were a bright yellow with tinges of purple and blue, Okoye’s aura was the same fiery red she wore as armor, and the blue light emanating around Zina contrasted beautifully with the pink surrounding Jafari.  

Siyanda’s drawings were always so bright and colorful, until one day she surprised her mother with a much darker piece of art.

“Who’s that, baby?” Ashanti asked with concern as she looked over her daughter’s shoulder. She was drawing a dark cloud of putrid greens and browns around a group of blacked-out people.

“I don’t know. I saw it in my dream.”

“Was it a bad dream?”

Siyanda nodded as she continued to focus on her dark masterpiece.

“Tell me about it.”

“I just saw the people.”

“These people?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you know who they are?”

“No, mama, they’re just the people.”

“Did they do something in your dream?”

“They were just there. It was scary.” She reached for the black crayon and scribbled around the perimeter of the peoples’ collective aura, encasing it all in the darkness.

That night, when Ashanti’s beads trilled with T’Challa’s special tone she quickly pressed her communication bead, prompting her husband’s figure to rest in the palm of her hand.

“Something’s wrong,” she said before he could even speak.

“What is it?”

“It’s Yaya...she drew this.”

Ashanti held up the wild crayon drawing and T’Challa’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Who is that supposed to be?”

“I don’t know, she just kept calling them ‘the people’. She saw it in her dream, Challa.”

“Her dream?”

Ashanti nodded, “I don’t think that’s ever happened before.”

“And she never uses dark colors like that, not even for an outline...what happened in her dream?”

“Nothing. She just saw this...she said it was scary.”

T’Challa was quiet for a while, wheels turning in his head.

“And these ‘people’ aren’t anyone she knows?”

“Nope. I’m worried about her, what if this is some sort of premonition? I told you what mama said about the women in our family.”

“Kitten, if it’s a premonition I think we should all be worried. It doesn’t look good.”

“No it doesn’t...when are you coming home?”

“I’m cutting it short, I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“Don’t they need you?”

“Probably, but I am needed even more elsewhere.”

The next morning, a very sleepy Siyanda waited for her baba on the tarmac with her family. Shuri held her on her hip as she rested her head on her shoulder, but the second the Talon came into view she perked right up and jumped down from her auntie’s arms. She tried to take off towards the ship, but Ashanti grabbed her arm before she could go anywhere.

“Not yet, baby. Wait until the doors open.”

“Ok mama.”

Her little leg bounced in anticipation and the second the doors opened and Ashanti gave her a nod, she took off towards the ship, running almost as fast as her Baba, when she noticed he wasn’t alone.

“Daka!” She tackled her big cousin and he “fell” to the ground.

“You’re getting strong, Punkin!”

She giggled as he tickled her until a throat clearing stopped them both.

“No love for me?”

She sprung from the ground and into T’Challa’s arms, leaving a sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“I missed you, baba!”

“Not as much as you missed him,” he pretended to be upset.

“It’s been longer since I saw Daka, baba.”

“It’s ok to say you missed me more. Don’t let him pressure you,” N’Jadaka said with a wink.

Siyanda giggled as the three of them disembarked the Talon and the returning Udakus were greeted by their family.

After a month apart, T’Challa and Ashanti were relieved to be back in each other’s arms. They held each other for a moment before going in for a kiss. They tried their best to keep their hands to themselves, but their kiss turned heated until Ramonda cleared her throat and Ashanti  looked up to see Shuri shielding Siyanda’s eyes.

“Sorry, it’s been a while,” Ashanti hid her face while her husband laughed and pulled her in for another kiss.

“Eewwwwww,” the littlest princess was disgusted by her parents’ display, prompting Shuri and N’Jadaka to join her in her protests.

“Yeah, ewwww.”

“Mmhm, y’all nasty.”

“Alright, alright, damn. I can’t love on my husband?”

Siyanda shook her head.

“And why not?”

“Because it’s gross!”

T’Challa chuckled and scooped her up, placing her on his shoulders as they walked back into the palace. “You just keep thinking that for the next twenty years.”

“Make it thirty,” N’Jadaka chimed in from behind them.

“How about forty? Fifty, just to be safe?”

“Sounds good to me, man.”

“Stop it, you two,” Ramonda slapped the back of her nephew’s head at the same time her son received a deadly glare from his wife.

“Ow, ok. Twenty it is.” N’Jadaka laughed as he dodged his auntie’s hand, sending a wink to his big cousin who was trying very hard to not look down at Ashanti.

“So, what have I missed, little one?” T’Challa asked his daughter.

“I rode a rhino!”

“You did?!”

“Mhm. Mama almost didn’t let me, but Auntie Okoye talked her into it.”

“Well thank Bast for Auntie Okoye,” he sent his friend and protector a smile.

“Anything for our princess,” Okoye said, trying to keep a straight face since she was on duty.

“Anything?” Siyanda’s eyes were filled with wonder as her mind raced through the possibilities.

“Anything within reason,” Ashanti interjected before she got too carried away, booping her on her nose as they continued down the hallway to the living quarters.

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“Your highnesses, there is a rebel faction within our borders,” explained T’San, the River tribe elder. He had asked for a private audience with the king and queen to discuss sensitive matters, and they were intrigued when he said it was something he didn’t want to announce in front of the council.

“What proof do you have?”

T’San nodded to the guards stationed at the door and they opened it to reveal two River tribe warriors with a very angry looking woman between them.

“Let me go!” she struggled to get out of their grasp, but they held tight as they walked her into the throne room.

“Thetha,” Ashanti ordered. The woman stared at her in contempt and remained silent.

“Your queen commanded you to speak. Now speak.”

“She is not my queen,” the woman spat, eyes narrowing at Ashanti, who shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She could almost feel T’Challa’s blood pressure rising.

“She is and you will respect her. Ungubani?”

The woman remained silent until the River tribe warriors squeezed her arm tighter.

“Ouch! Ok, damn. My name is Iniko, your highnesses,” she said sarcastically as she gave them a weak Wakandan salute.

“Enough of your disrespect-”

“T’San, thank you,” T’Challa cut him off, standing and slowly walking towards Iniko. “Tell me, what is it you want?”

“We want a real queen, not some common whore.”

“That is enough! Take her to the holding cells, I will deal with her later.”

The palace guards collected her from the warriors and she thrashed in their arms as they led her out of the room.

“You’ll never stop The People!”

Ashanti and T’Challa made eye contact right as the doors closed. He made his way back to his throne and sat down, taking the queen’s hand in his.

“My sincerest apologies, my queen, my king.”

“Thank you T’San. How many more are there?” Ashanti asked, still a little shaken up from what she just heard.

“She is the only one we have found so far, my queen. My warriors are questioning her friends and family as we speak”

“Good. Keep us updated on what you find, and T’San?”

“Yes, my king?”

“Don’t breathe a word of this to other council members, I will address it in our meeting.”

The elder bowed his head in understanding.

“Anything else, T’San?”

“No, my queen, that is all.”

“Well, the king and I would like to thank you for your service to Wakanda.”

“It is my honor,” he saluted them and left with his warriors in tow.

As soon as the doors closed behind him Ashanti hopped up from the throne.

“She saw them in her dream, Challa.”

“I know…”

“This isn’t good.”

“I know…” He was in a daze. Not only was there a rebel faction out to get his wife, but his daughter was certainly having premonitions.

“Yaya has another power.”

“I know…”

Ashanti turned to look at him slumped down in the throne with his head resting on his hands. She went and sat across his lap, burying her face in his neck. They stayed like that for a few minutes before T’Challa shifted to check the time.

“It’s time to make our rounds, love.”

Ashanti sighed and got up, shuffling towards the door with her husband on her heels. They made their way to Ramonda’s vegetable garden to find her and the littlest princess digging around in the dirt, harvesting yams. Siyanda looked up and excitedly ran to her parents.

“Can we go see the rhinos now?”

“In a little bit,” Ashanti chuckled. “Let’s get you cleaned up first.”

“Mama, these look delicious.”

“They do,” she said proudly. “We’ll find out for sure at dinner.”

“I’m already hungry, let’s go before I bite into one of these things raw.” Ashanti said just before her stomach growled. “Zana Cafe for lunch?”

“Yes!” Siyanda was always excited to see her grandparents.

“We had better get going. See you later, mama,” he kissed her cheek.

“Don’t be late for dinner, I can’t promise N’Jadaka won’t eat all the yams again.”

“Oh we’ll be there, and tell him I’m not above fighting him over food,” Ashanti said with a serious look on her face as they walked away. Ramonda chuckled and went right back to tending to her garden.

T’Challa always loved making the rounds to the different tribes, but this time he was on high alert, as were the Dora Milaje that guarded the family of three. Siyanda had inherited her baba’s love of interacting with the tribes, and while her parents took care of the business side of things, she got to play with kids all over Wakanda. They’d swim in the river, play hide and seek, ride rhinos, and sled down bunny slopes. Naturally, she liked visiting the Jabari and Merchant tribes the best because she got to see some of her favorite people in the world.

Siyanda loved her big cousin M’Bari and followed the nine year old everywhere, but she really loved her uncle M’Baku. He always joked that she was his second child, even as his actual second child was still baking in the oven. It didn’t help that “Siyanda” was his suggestion.

“You know, I am the one that named you,” he told the little princess as she threw a snowball at him before hiding behind M’Bari.

“Really?”

“Yes, your parents could not figure out what to call you, but your Umalume M’Baku knew.”

Shani and T’Challa rolled their eyes as Ashanti chuckled.

“He brings that up at least twice a week,” Shani deadpanned as they watched M’Bari show Siyanda how to make the perfect snowball.

Getting Siyanda to leave Jabari land was like pulling teeth. She loved it up there and if Shani and M’Baku had anything to say about it, she could stay as long as she wanted to, but the royal family still had to visit Ashanti’s tribe. They said their goodbyes and Siyanda pouted most of the way down the mountain until T’Challa leaned in and started tickling her, making her frown go away.

They walked through the bazaar hand in hand, with Siyanda in the middle between her two parents. They spoke to passersby as they made their way to the center of all the hustle and bustle. Before settling in at the Cafe, Ashanti decided to stop by Taj’s, which was now completely run by Zina and Jafari.

“My queen!” Zina shouted when she saw Ashanti, almost knocking her over in a hug. Jafari poked his head out the back and smiled at the scene.

“Your majesty,” he bowed sarcastically, making Ashanti roll her eyes and pull him in for a hug.

“Stop that.”

“Where’s the rest of the family?” Zina asked, looking behind her for the princess.

“Across the way, stuffing their faces. Come eat with us.”

The three of them closed the shop down and joined the Mostafa-Udaku clan for lunch. Chidi and Bisa were already seated on either side of Siyanda and Ashanti took her place between her mama and husband, across the table from her friends and former employees. The seven of them chatted for what felt like hours before the princess let out a yawn.

“Nap time?” Bisa asked the king and queen.

“A little bit past it, actually. We should go before she starts getting cranky,” T’Challa responded, already standing from his seat.

The royal family said their goodbyes and returned to the palace so Siyanda could take her midday nap. While she slept, her parents figured they could get into some grown-up fun, but just as things were heating up both of their beads trilled.

Iniko was dead.

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Another week passed with no leads on Iniko’s death or on The People. T’Challa spent almost every waking hour pouring over evidence that led to a brick wall every time. He decided to call in the only reinforcements he knew he could trust, and as usual they answered.

Steve, Bucky, and Nakia appeared as holograms in the middle of the room as T’Challa explained the situation to them. N’Jadaka leaned against the door and M’Baku took up most of the couch, both listening intently as the king spoke.

“All my leads are coming up short, so I’m opening the floor to suggestions.”

“I could always go undercover. It won’t be hard for people to believe I turned my back on you,” N’Jadaka suggested.

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Ashanti chimed in from T’Challa’s desk chair. He nodded slowly, wheels turning in his head.

“Let’s keep that in our pocket for now. Convincing Wakandans to accept you took too much time, I don’t want to impede that progress.”

“I will see what I can get from my contacts,” said Nakia, already typing away.

“What is it they want again?” Bucky asked.

“This ‘common whore’ off the throne.”

T’Challa bristled as she said the words again and everyone grew silent.

“Do they have a replacement already in mind?”

“We don’t know, we don’t even know how they communicate, where they meet, who’s in charge...nothing. Yet,” Ashanti tried to remain hopeful.

T’Challa let out a sigh and leaned back onto his desk.

“Maybe it’s time to let the council know-”

“The only one I trust other than M’Baku is T’San. He’s the only one of them who respected her before her title.”

“That’s good though,” Steve chimed in, making everybody turn to him, confusion written on their faces. “You already know some of them are untrustworthy, so pluck 'em one by one and see who squeals. One of them is bound to know something.”

“How did ole girl die, again?” The prince asked for clarification.

“Cyanide.”

“Damn, that’s too easy to get your hands on. Did Lil Bit track where it came from?”

“Ground up apple seeds.”

“Ok so we know they’re DIY-ing it, which means they probably don’t have the resources to do anything big yet. I’d say go with Blue Eyes’ plan for now.”

“You, Ashanti, and I will head the interrogations. The rest of you, keep your eyes and ears open.”

The three holograms disappeared and a hush fell over the room.

“Challa, I don’t think I should be there when you question the council members.”

“You won’t be, but I want you to come in towards the end so I can gauge their reactions to you,” he ran his hand over his face and sat down in the chair across the desk from his.

“You look tired...you both do,” M’Baku pointed out.

The king and queen looked at each other and took in their appearances. They both had bags under their eyes.

“Yes, well, it’s been a long few days.”

“Why don’t y’all take the rest of the day off? Dr. Jekyll and I can handle the kingdom. I’ll even take Punkin for the night, I know y’all need some alone time.”

“Is the word not ‘pumpkin’?” M’Baku asked, genuinely confused.

“Not if you’re Black. Anyway, what do y’all say?”

“Shuri won’t like that you volunteered her to run the kingdom…”

“Then I’ll run it and she can take Punkin, doesn’t matter to me.”

T’Challa thought it over before he noticed the hopeful look on his wife’s face.

“Ok, we’ll take the day, but you have to tell Shuri.”

“Damn, aight I got it. Y’all go take a nap or some shit.”

And that’s exactly what they did. A couple hours later they woke up and ordered dinner to be brought to them. They lazed around in the nude, watching movies, stuffing their faces, and just enjoying their time together not having to act as king and queen but simply T’Challa and Ashanti. They laid in the bed with his head resting on her stomach as his fingers lightly traced invisible symbols into her skin.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing.”

“Challa, I know when you’re lying. You’re not good at it.”

He chuckled and sat up before sighing.

“I’m thinking about The People-”

“No work!”

“I know, my brain just won’t stop going there.”

Ashanti brought him back down to her and played with his hair as he spoke.

“I’m just worried about how you’re holding up in all this.”

She took a moment to collect her thoughts.

“I can’t say it’s easy to hear that people want me dead-”

“They never said-”

“Challa, we know...they don’t have to say it. I’m just worried about where Yaya fits into all this.”

“Her premonition?”

“Yes and no. I’m more so worried about what their plan is for her. Is she in danger too or just me? I can handle being a target again, but my baby?” Ashanti fought tears as she thought the worst. She unknowingly fiddled with her pinky and T’Challa pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it.

He hadn’t even considered that his little girl might be in danger, too. Just as he started to spiral down that rabbit hole he felt Ashanti move to the side of the bed and stand up.

“Come on, get up.”

“Where are we going?”

“Nowhere. We need to get our heads right.”

Ashanti went over to the balcony and sparked up one of the pre-rolls they had ordered from Amare, the royal grower. T’Challa came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his chin in the crook of her neck as she held the blunt to his lips. He turned her face to his and shotgunned the smoke into her mouth before taking a hit of his own.

“More Snow Goddess OG?” He took another hit of his favorite strain before passing it back to Ashanti.

“Mmmhm, Amare must want a little prince running around here.”

“Or another princess,” T’Challa smiled just thinking about it.

“Don’t get too excited-”

“Too late,” he said as he kissed her neck.

“I mean about another baby, Challa,” she giggled.

“I know, and I mean this.” His hips thrust forward and she could feel his thickness between her cheeks.

“Oh well in that case, please do continue.”

He pulled away and she felt the chill of the night air on her back. The queen took another hit before ashing the blunt and following her husband back inside.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“Stay here,” the smile on his face intrigued Ashanti. She hadn’t seen him look that giddy in a while.

When he came back she was very confused to see he was empty handed.

“Where is it?”

He pointed to the panther necklace that he definitely wasn't wearing before, eyebrows bouncing mischievously. Before she could say anything he called the suit on.

“Ok...I’ve seen the suit before baby.”

His smile grew as the suit retracted from his body, but stopped at his waist. Ashanti watched in awe as the suit partially covered and uncovered him. His hands were exposed while his torso was covered, then the nanites fused into his mask as the rest of the suit retracted into the necklace.

Ashanti reached out to feel the fibers and sure enough, it was the same as his old suit, just a little more...flexible.

“Shuri finally did it,” she said in awe.

“Mhm, and it took me forever to convince her. Of course, I didn’t tell her why.”

She had wanted to fuck him in the suit ever since she first saw it on him in Shuri’s lab all those years ago, and now her dream was finally coming true. Ashanti was about to fuck the Black Panther.  

“Put it back on.”

“You don’t give the orders here.”

A shiver travelled down Ashanti’s spine as he circled her.

“So tell me,” he whispered in her ear as his fingertips lightly ghosted along her hips and down to her thighs before turning her around to face him and grabbing two handfulls of her ass. “How do you want it?”

“Push me to my limit,” she whispered and a deep rumbling chuckle erupted from T’Challa’s chest.

“You sure about that?”

“Yes, Black Panther.”

The chuckling was soon replaced with a growl as he pushed her up against the wall.

“Say that shit again.”

“Yes, Black Panther.”

He attacked her lips and his tongue slithered into her mouth as his hands pressed her hips into the wall behind her.

“That’s how you’ll address me tonight, understand?”

“Yes, Black Panther.”

“Mmm...you remember the safeword?”

“Papaya.”

“Good girl,” he grabbed her by her jaw and made her look at him. “You sure you want to be pushed to your limit?”

“Yes, Black Panther.”

He licked his lips and looked down at her as he called his suit on all the way, leaving his face visible.

“Hey Kim, play ‘Kitten’ playlist,” he called out to the AI and a shiver went down Ashanti’s spine.

Send my regards to the mother and father

'Cause somebody's daughter I just fucking slayed

Blood on the carpet, it came from my heart

Once I start, I can't stop it, and now we are prey

“I’m not stopping unless you say ‘papaya’. You can say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ all you want, it won’t work. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Black Panther,” Ashanti shivered as she spoke. She could feel the wetness pooling between her lower lips. He had always been dominant, but now he felt downright dangerous and that excited her.

“Go get my kit.”

Ashanti’s eyes lit up and she damn near ran to their closet. She found the small suitcase and rolled it out to the bedroom. T’Challa was seated at the edge of the bed with his suit completely on, face covered and all. She laid the suitcase on the chair and unzipped it, splaying it open.

I wanna dive in you tonight

Wouldn't that be special? (special)

'Cause you're so fucking special (special)

And that pussy ain't a rental (no)

I wanna get you so high (high)

'Til you feel it in your mental (mental)

Do you feel me in your mental? (mental)

I'm fucking drilling in your dead soul (woah oh)

“Did I say open it?”

He was behind her in the blink of an eye, but she never even heard him move. His hand wrapped around her throat and she shuddered.

“No.”

“No, who?!” he squeezed the sides tighter, putting pressure on her pulse.

“No, Kum- Black Panther.”

“I’m glad you caught yourself, you’re still a good little slut,” he held her face still with one hand as the fingers on his other hand slapped her cheek. “Vula”

She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, prompting him to remove the suit from his hand and stick his fingers down her throat.

“You better not fucking gag...good girl,” his helmet disappeared as he dangled his tongue from his mouth and let his spit drop into hers. “Swallow.”

She did as instructed and a sinister smile took over his face.

I lost my mind, yeah

So I made yours mine, yeah

Two souls and a dance with the de-

Only one comin' alive

“Get my favorite toys out,” he instructed and she hopped to it, pulling out her remote control buttplug and her clitoral and g-spot stimulator.

“Put them in, slowly.”

She reached for lube and put a generous amount on the plug before working it inside her. Once she was full of it, she then slid her other vibrator in and made sure it was situated on top of her clit.

“Good girl. Now stay just like that.”

She squirmed from the feeling of being filled in both holes as he dug through the suitcase, pulling out a blindfold. He stopped for a moment to press his beads and she released a moan as her buttplug started vibrating, followed shortly by the internal portion of her vibrator in her pussy.

“Don’t move.”

“Yes, Black Panther, but I-I want to be able to see you. Please don’t blindfold me.”

“Only because you said please,” he gave her a peck on the lips as he turned the vibrators up to the next level, making her moan even louder. “Bast, I love that sound. Come here.” He picked her up and placed her in the swing that had come down from its discreet hiding place in the ceiling, strapping her in and tying her wrists to the bar at the top before turning on the clit stimulator.

Send my regards to the mother and father

'Cause somebody's daughter I just fucking slayed

Blood on the carpet, it came from my heart

Once I start, I can't stop it, and now we are prey

Ashanti convulsed as an orgasm washed over her and she squirted all over the floor. He laughed at her as she came back down to earth and he continued to take her there over and over until she was a blubbering mess. Eventually he took pity on her and his suit covered his face again and uncovered his lower half. He ran his fingers along her pussy and removed her vibrator before stroking his already hard dick with her wetness and plunging deep inside her.

Go until you see the light

(Yeah)

Baby, do you see the light?

(That's right)

She stared into his eyes through the mask and struggled against her restraints as he took her there, suspended in the air and at the complete mercy of the Black Panther.  

Call the coroner tonight (tonight)

Blacked-out girl, it's a funeral (funeral)

She was dead on arrival (arrival)

Heart crossed, hand on the Bible (alright)

Ashanti  cried, she screamed, she begged him to stop, but not once did she want to use that safeword. In all the time they had been together she had never seen him so unhinged. If the bite marks up and down her body were any indication, he seemed to enjoy being so rough with her. They both looked forward to seeing her bruised skin in the morning and wondered how long it would take for the teeth indents to go away.

The one thing T’Challa didn’t expect from her was her excitement at seeing the razor sharp claws extend from his fingertips. They had engaged in knifeplay before, but it was more so his kink than hers. However, the sight of those claws flipped a switch in her, and he could tell.

'Cause I lost my mind, yeah

So I made yours mine, yeah

Two souls and a dance with the de-

And only one comin' out alive

“Tell me what you want, I see you staring.”

“I want you to cut me.”

He double checked that the first aid kit was in his suitcase before his thumb sliced a very shallow incision right down the middle of her thigh. He removed his mask and his tongue came out to lick away her blood, making Ashanti moan out with pleasure. She hadn’t expected that.

Send my regards to the mother and father

'Cause somebody's daughter I just fucking slayed

(Call the coroner tonight)

Blood on the carpet (it's a funeral tonight)

It came from my heart (my condolences tonight)

Once I start, I can't stop it (go until you see the light)

And now we are prey

When he kissed up her body and finally made it to her lips their tongues lapped at each other and she tasted the copper of her blood. It turned her on even more just thinking about it, her bloodthirsty apex predator.

He called the suit back into the necklace and undid her restraints, kissing the marks on her wrists.

“How do you feel?”

“Really good,” she smiled drunkenly. He wrapped her arms around his neck and removed her legs from the straps, wrapping them around his waist and walking to the bed. He placed her down in the center and grabbed the first aid kit.

“Challa, I’ve had paper cuts deeper than this, you don’t have to do all that,” she chuckled.

“Please, for my peace of mind.”

Ashanti sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, but placed her leg across his lap and allowed him to tend to her wound anyway. “‘Only because you said please.’”

T’Challa laughed as he cleaned her cut, “You think you’re cute, huh? Even after all that?”

“Yes, Black Panther,” she giggled out as he tickled her other thigh. “We should do that more often.”

“Which part?”

“All of it. Even that little surprise at the end,” she gestured to her leg. “Bast, I love how nasty you are.”

“And I love how you’re such a good little slut for me, Kitten.”

Ashanti bit her lip and leaned in for a kiss, but they were interrupted by a banging on the door.

“AYE, GET UP!” N’Jadaka yelled, almost busting down the door. T’Challa’s suit immediately came on as he ran to the door and swung it open.

“Wh-”

“We gotta go, NOW!”

T’Challa and N’Jadaka took off running and Ashanti just sat on the bed, confused and concerned. She only sort of heard the beginning of N’Jadaka’s sentence as they ran out the room. Someone was being held hostage, but she didn’t hear who. She got up and ran the bath that T’Challa was no doubt planning to run for her before their night got interrupted by business. She soaked in the water for a while before she heard T’Challa’s tone coming from her kimoyo beads.

“Take care of it already?” She asked before looking up at the hologram to see the unthinkable. There was her baby girl with a blaster pointed right at her temple with tears in her eyes. Her lip quivered as she stared at the man with the slimy black tendrils surrounding him, his aura unlike any she’d ever seen.

“Hello, my queen,” seethed an unrecognizable voice behind the camera. “You have ten minutes to get here before I pull this trigger...or maybe they’ll pull one of theirs.” He panned the beads around the lab and she saw Shuri, N’Jadaka, and T’Challa with masked people standing behind them holding blasters to each of their heads.

“Please...please don’t hurt them, I-I’m on my way right now. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”

“Nine minutes,” they teased before ending the call.

Ashanti threw on whatever clothes she could get to quickest and ran out the door towards the lab. There was no way she’d make it in nine minutes on foot, so she alerted her Dora detail before hopping on T’Challa’s hoverbike and taking off as quickly as she could towards Shuri’s lab, praying to Bast she would make it in time.

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Growl: Chapter 9

Warning: This chapter includes sensitive themes such as language, violence, drugging, and sexual assault (nothing too extreme though). Read with caution.

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Your P.O.V

I made my way through the halls to get to my next class, all day I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. I spent the entire day with Kyotani, it really was like we were on a date, even though we're both just friends. I hated to think of it like that, but it was the truth. And it would stay the truth until I finally confess, which is very unlikely. I already made things awkward enough last night at the restaurant. I can't believe I told some random stranger that we were "dating". God, why did I do that? I'll have to apologize to Kyotani later. Just as I turned the corner to walk down the last hall before my class, I heard someone calling my name.

"Hey, L/n!" I stopped dead in my tracks and grimaced. And just when I was in a pretty good mood too. Not bothering to turn around, I respond. "Not in the mood today Chiharu. So save me the effort of wasting my time and fuck right off." I say before I continue walking. "Oh really? That's pretty bitchy of you L/n, walking away before I could introduce my friends to you."

"What friends? You mean more of Oikawa's annoying ass group of fan..." I trail off as I turned around. Instead of girls at Chiharu's side, there were tall buff guys. They looked liked third years. "Wow Chiharu, totally didn't figure you as the type to date more than one guy at a time." I smirked. Chiharu returned the smug grin. "Can't say the same for you though, huh? I saw you hanging out with that freak that came to your rescue yesterday. I bet Oikawa wouldn't be too happy to hear you were with another man." Before I could remind her for the hundredth time that me and Oikawa were not in a relationship, she continued.

"I mean, whoring yourself out to every guy you meet is bad enough. But going so low as to date someone like that freak? Ha! Now that's just pathetic! Didn't know you needed attention that badly!" I felt a vein pop in my head. I could care less if she made fun of me, but she brought Kyotani into it. He's done nothing wrong. She had no right to talk about him like that. I stormed over to her and grabbed her by her shirt collar. "Listen here bitch! Keep Kyotani's name out of your mouth or I'll-"

"You'll what!? You won't do shit! And besides, I'm not here to fight you. Like I said before, I wanted to introduce my friends." Chiharu snapped her fingers, and two of the third years grabbed onto my arms and pulled me away from her. I was going to scream, but the third one covered my mouth before I got the chance. "Come on, I think it's time we teach this one a lesson." With that, the third year that was keeping me quite, knocked me out cold.

"Ugh...What...What happened?" I groan before slowly opening my eyes. My head was pounding, and I felt dizzy. My vision finally adjusted and I could tell just were I was. I was behind the school near the dumpsters. Why was I hear and...why can't I move!? It was then I noticed my hands were tied together behind my back. All at once it hit me. Chiharu, the third years, she had them knock me out. My breathing picked up rapidly. Why? What were they going to do? I managed to sit myself up, if I could just stand, I can run back inside the school and call for help. But I couldn't, I was so dizzy, it made standing was difficult. I felt something warm hit my knee, blood. I felt it run down my cheek this time, my head must have been bleeding.

"Come on!" I say to myself, attempting to stand once again, but again I couldn't bring myself to stand, I could hardly sit up straight. A hit to the head wouldn't do all this. "They must have drugged me..." I say breathlessly. "Right we did, sweet cheeks." I gasp and look up to see the three third years from before towering over me. "W-what do you want from me? Did that bitch tell you to do this?" I ask, glaring up at the three. "Oh, she's smart. I like em smart." Siad one of the three. "I prefer them more dumb honestly. But she'll do." Said another. "Yeah, Chiharu told us to do this. But really, we would have done it sooner." The one talking to me crouches down to my height.

He looks me up and down, practically undressing me with his eyes. It felt disgusting. "You're pretty cute. How have we not met you before?" He asks. I make sure my legs were firmly pressed together and close to my body. "I prefer to keep to myself so I don't meet people like Chiharu or you scumbags. Now let me go!" I demand. The guy in front of me chuckles. "Sorry, but no. We ain't going anywhere, anytime soon, princess." He moved his finger down my leg. I kicked at his shin roughly, making him groan in pain. The other two third years laughed at his pain.

"Damn, Chiharu was right. You are a bitch." Suddenly his hand was around my throat. He slammed me back down to the ground, hovering over me. "Hey! Make sure you leave some fun for us!" One of them called. "Shut it. There's plenty of her to go around." Says the one on top of me. his free hand tugged at my uniform's tie, loosening my blazer. "No! Stop! Stop it!" I cried.

"See, I knew you didn't give her enough. She's still bitching and moaning." One of the two said, referring to what I only assumed was the drug they slipped me while I was unconscious. "Who cares? No one's gonna hear her." I yelled and cried, but like he said, no one would hear. "Would shut up already!? I promise you'll enjoy it." The guy on top of me purred into my ear. "W-why? Why are you doing this?" I managed to croak out between sniffles.

"Chiharu figured you needed to be taught a lesson. If you want multiple guys, then that's just what you'll get." I sobbed and shut my eyes tightly. 'Someone please help me...' I whimpered in my mind. Just as the man's hand began to go up my skirt, a loud cracking noise filled my ears. Soon after was a cry of pain. My eyes shot opened when I felt the man's grip on my throat loosen. "What the fuck!?" He yelled. Another cracking sound and a cry of pain, then fast approaching footsteps, and before I knew it, the weight of the guy on top of me was gone.

From what I could see, my tears blurring my vision slightly, was someone grabbing the guy and punching him multiple times in the face before kneeing him in the gut and throwing him aside. The person who saved me walked over to the guy's limp body and kicked at it, yelling out in fury while doing so. That yelling closely resembled a man's yells.

After a few more seconds, the person hurried to my side and sat me up. Now that he was closer in view, I could make out who he was. "...Kyotani?" I whimper. "Y/n...I'm sorry I got here late..." He muttered before holding me in his arms tightly. "I'm so sorry." The dizziness that filled my mind had finally gotten the better of me, and once again I fell unconscious.

I woke up again sometime after that, there was something soft underneath my body, and something warm on top. I slowly opened my eyes, narrowing them momentarily due to the brightness of wherever I was. After a minute my eyes adjusted, I was in a room this time. Not just any room, Kyotani's room. "Kyotani." I breathed. Memories of what just happened replayed in my mind, tears begin to fill my eyes. Kyotani saved me. If it wasn't for him, I might have been...I felt sick just thinking about it. I didn't want to think about it. I just wanted Kyotani. Where was Kyotani? "Kyotani..."I whimpered pathetically. From the other side of his bedroom door, I could hear his voice. It was feint, but I could just barely make out what he was saying.

"...She's not coming today, neither am I......Look I'll explain everything later just trust me ok?....Alright, see ya." After a few seconds Kyotani entered, his expression brightening when he saw me. "You're awake!" He rushed to my side. "Are you-Did they-what happend?" He fumbled over his words. I didn't respond, I just stared at him. He's done so much for me. He became my friend when he didn't have to, he helped me study when no one else would, and now he's saved me from a very horrible situation. I rose my shaky hand and gently pressed it to his cheek. "Kyotani...thank you. Thank you so much." I say weakly.

Kyotani put his hand on top of mine. "It was nothing. Y/n, what...tell me what happened. Who were those assholes?" Kyotani asked, repressing the anger in his tone. I removed my hand and turned my head away from him, not wanting him to see me cry. "Y/n?" Kyotani speaks softly. "I really don't want to talk about that right now." I tell him as calmly as possible. I felt Kyotani's thumb gentle wipe away a stray tear on my cheek. "Ok. you don't have to right now. How are you feeling?" He asked. I only shrug, still not look at him. In honesty, I was better. That damned drug wore off, my head was a lot clearer.

I felt something press down at the foot of Kyotani's bed, I glance down to see Killer. His ears were flat against his head and he was whimpering while pawing at my leg. I smile sadly. "Aw, it's ok boy. I'm ok now." I say gently. Kyotani pet killer's head a few times. "He went crazy when he saw me carry you in here. I'm glad my mom and sister weren't here to see it. They would have started pestering me." I glanced over at him. "Asking why I'm carrying an unconscious girl into the house, then having to explain what I just had to fucking see..." His hand moved away from Killer's head, and covered his eyes. He was shaking. I sat up and wrapped my arms around him. "You don't have to talk about it either." I say softly.

His arms found their way around my waist. "Right..." I sniffled. We both sat in silence, just enjoying being in each others embrace. After a moment or two, I finally spoke. "Who were you on the phone with?" I asked. "Iwaizumi. He wanted to know why we didn't show up to practice." I shifted my position to get more comfortable. Kyotani picked this up and laid me back down on the bed before crawling in next to me. He draped his arm over me and I laid my head on his chest. "I won't say a word about this to him or anyone, until you're ready. Until then, I'll be here for you ok?" I nod and close my eyes, breathing in Kyotani's scent. He was so warm. "Thank you Kyotani."

"This will be selfish of me to ask but, can I stay here with you tonight? I don't want to be alone right now." Kyotani rubbed my back softly. "Of course you can." I thanked him again before texting my mother, letting her know I'll be staying with Iwaizumi. I wouldn't have lied but my mom trusted him the most. 'Hope you don't mind Iwaizumi.' I set my phone aside and snuggled closer to Kyotani.

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[quiteaweirdworld]

Boy In The Bubble (JJ x Reader)

A storyline of you realizing JJ’s being abused and promising him you’ll always be there

Requested: nope (send me requests!!)

Inspired: by The Boy In The Bubble by Alec Benjamin

Warnings: minor cursing, mentions of abuse and one quick line of slut-shaming

Contains: fluff, soft JJ, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending (aka my brand)

Words:  1.8K (ahh)

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I covered up my face so that no one knows

I didn't want trouble, I'm the boy in the bubble

But then came trouble

At the start of summer you noticed that JJ’s wardrobe hadn’t changed. That might not seem strange, as you were all poor pogues and couldn’t afford to buy new clothes every week like the kooks did, but there was usually a definite switch at the start of summer. Everyone brough out their shorter clothes or didn’t wear them at all, resorting to only swimsuits as everyone enjoyed the sun together. There was normally so much skin shown by everyone, but not JJ this summer. You tried to confront him on the boat one day,

“Hey JJ, you ever gonna lose the shirt?” you called out

“Ahh I’m sure you’d love that” he teased back, “but Club JJ is closed today”.

The flirting was on par with normal JJ, but the shirt definitely wasn’t. You tried once more with

“Comeon grandpa, live a little and get in the water” but he got defensive, going

“Y/N leave me alone, I’m not swimming today, ok?” When you locked eyes with Kie and Pope they seemed just as confused as you were, but John B was just staring at JJ with a look of concern on his face. 

The three of you silently decided to just move on, and soon JJ was back to his usual self, cracking jokes from the deck of the boat while the rest of you were in the water. The rest of the day passed without incident, but in the back of your mind you were still thinking about JJ, and wondering what was going on. 

She said, "Boy, you gotta tell me what they did to you"

I said, "You don't wanna know the things I had to do"

JJ kept his shirt on for the rest of the week, and that Friday night you all headed out for a party at the Boneyard. You and Kie had traded clothes back and forth until you both found the perfect outfits with shorts and cute halter tops, and Pope and John B were in the typical pogue boy outfit of unbuttoned hawaiian shirts, but JJ still had his closed. You learned from last time not to press because he would just shut down, but you kept an eye out all the same. Your thoughts were interrupted by John B happily calling out to the group

“Pretty boys aren’t here today, let’s relax!” sure enough, Topper and Rafe were nowhere to be seen. Without any kooks to worry about, you only had to be wary of the Tourons, and they were normally harmless. 

After a few hours when it was getting dark, it suddenly started to rain. You and JJ were out on the far end of the beach, away from the rest. They had to run Pope back home because they knew that he’d get in trouble from his dad for being out in the storm. Kie called out 

“Y/N, JJ, you guys good to make it back? I’m hauling ass with Pope and John B”

“We’re good Kie!”

The other group took the van back, leaving you and JJ to walk. Although it’s normally quite warm in good old OBX, the rain caused the temperature to drop a few degrees and you were practically shivering, which caught JJ’s attention. “Are you ok Y/N?” 

“I’m fine” you tried to reassure him, but it wasn’t very convincing because your voice broke.

He made a face but before you could figure it out he took off his shirt and wrapped it around you. You were a bit warmer, but the best part was that it smelled like him. Before you could focus on this however, you were distracted by JJ’s bare torso, and not in the way you normally were. 

“JJ-” you gasped, and JJ just averted his gaze. 

“It’s nothing” he said quietly, but you didn’t believe him

“JJ who did this?” 

“You don’t want to know, trust me. Drop it Y/N, let’s just get back” he said a bit defensively, and you let it go. When you got back to the Chateau, he quickly changed into a different shirt before anyone else noticed, and you left it at that. 

Put my hands up, put my hands up

I told this kid I'm ready for a fight

You should have known that the next fight would be Rafe. Everything about him always seemed to tick off JJ, and combine that with his protective nature towards you and it was just a recipe for disaster. It was the day after the party, and your luck with avoiding them had run out. Kie was stuck helping at the restaurant, but you and the boys were out for a surf because the waves were perfect. JJ’s torso was healed and you were relieved to finally see him dressing normally again. While you were taking a break on the sand, Rafe and his crew of other obnoxious rich white boys were walking by, complete with sunglasses that probably cost as much as your surfboard. You missed the first comment because you were ignoring their entire presence, but you noticed JJ’s reaction. He stood up and angrily told Rafe

“Tell ya what, you can take that opinion and shove it”. That was apparently the wrong thing to do, as it only spurred Rafe on. He responded and addressed you directly “Wow what a gentleman! I’m sorry that you’re slumming it with these lowlifes, but maybe you like whoring it up with these men”

As soon as you were brought into any argument involving JJ, he immediately turned it into a fight. Rafe must have known that, but he still wasn’t fast enough to avoid the punch. JJ went straight for Rafe’s nose, and it started bleeding. That was all it took for Rafe’s cronies to jump in, and you knew it would be bad. 

“John B DO something” you screamed, but John B was also busy fighting and didn’t notice. Pope was doing his best to help, but that boy could never fight well. You were growing increasingly more concerned as it looked like JJ was losing, even though you knew he could have won, but you finally thought of something. You ran to the cooler which you had put your now empty beers in earlier that day, and dumped the water all over the boys. That confused them enough for John B to pull Rafe off of JJ and for you to scream “What the actual fuck Rafe? Get the fuck away from us and go the fuck home”

He was too stunned by your cussing to react, and just signalled to his boys and left. As soon as he was out of your eyesight, you ran over to JJ who was already being carried to the van by John B and Pope. 

“Take him to my house, I got this” you told them

“You sure?” asked John B 

“Yeah, you’re out of bandages at the Chateau and I just got some” you responded. You spent the entire ride to your place worried about JJ, and wondering why he didn’t fight back

Punch my face, do it 'cause I like the pain

Every time you curse my name

As soon as the boys got JJ propped up in the bathroom, you two were silent. JJ was probably waiting for you to yell at him for the fight, but you knew another confrontation wouldn’t help. Instead, you quietly whispered

“Thank you”. He looked up, confused

“For standing up for me” you explained. JJ just gave you a soft smile and nodded as you cleaned him up, responding

“Anytime”

After you finished fixing up his torso and face, you just looked at JJ. 

“Why didn’t you fight back? You totally could have taken Rafe!” You had no idea why JJ let that happen to him. 

“No, I couldn’t”, he mumbled

“You got the first punch in!” you said, exasperated

“I just couldn’t!” he exclaimed. You knew it wasn’t smart, but you pushed anyway.

“Why not? Do you like being beaten?” Immediately you knew that was the wrong thing to say. 

“I froze, ok?” he shouted. “I was looking up at Rafe and it was like, it was like” You were really quiet, worried about what he was about to say.

“Like who, JJ?” “My dad”

But like every other day, he was scared to go

Back to his house 'cause his pops was home

Drowning his troubles in whiskey bubbles

Suddenly, everything made sense to you. JJ had been beat by his dad, and didn’t want the group to see, so he kept his shirts on. That's what those bruises on his torso were from. That also explained why he was so on edge on the beach that afternoon. You knew his dad was an asshole, but you didn’t think it was that bad. 

“Oh, JJ” you pulled him in close and let him sob into your chest. 

“I couldn’t stop him, I didn’t want to stop him. He’s my dad”

Your heart broke as you realized that his dad, the person who was supposed to love him, didn’t. You wanted to show him that he was still completely deserving of love. You cupped his face in your hands and slowly leaned in, careful of his injuries and slow enough that he could back out if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to. He closed the final distance between you two and you collided in a sweet kiss until you had to come up for air. 

“JJ, you are such a great person” you say softly while looking into his eyes, and seeing them fill up with tears. 

“No I’m not, I’m broken” your heart hurt so much to hear him say that, and you maintained eye contact so he knew how wrong he was. “You’re not broken. You are so deserving of love. JJ, I love you. I hate seeing you like this, you don’t deserve it”. At first you were worried that you had spoken too much and scared him off, but he just pulled you tighter and slowly stopped crying again. 

“JJ, you’re staying here tonight” you told him, and went on before he was able to argue “Yes, you are. Tomorrow, we’re gonna figure out what to do, and I’m going to help you, but tonight you need to rest”

You pulled him towards your bed and when he moved to sleep on the floor just rolled your eyes and patted the sheets next to you. 

“Thank you so much Y/N” he mumbled as he fell asleep. You sat there, watching the boy you loved so much finally look at peace for the first time in weeks, relieved that he was safe and would be ok. 

“Anytime” you promise.

[thesolotomyhan]

Narcos México: Dating them would include: (4/7)

I low key feel so insecure because my headcannons be hella long, I’m so sorry in advance because I may have gotten carried away on this one😅. Enjoy!

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Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes

Warnings: NSFW!

Ramon:

My ramoncito is such a hot head and filled with heated emotions, impulsive if you may

You were the wrecking ball that crashed into his life when he first met you,,, but in a good way

At first, when he would try to talk to you, he would stutter his words out to you, his palms were sweating, and it suddenly felt like the room was 200 degrees,,, he was getting BEYOND frustrated with himself

He honestly doesn’t even know how he asked you out or even why you agreed to go on a date with him but either way it was the best thing he’s ever done

Ramon rambles on to no end about you when you’re dating, te presuma el cabrón

“Te lo juro, mi mujer está bien pinche guapa, mi muñeca es un ángel de Dios”

Ramon’s kisses are the literal definition of passion and lust, like wow

I just know Ramon would sneak up behind you to pick you up when you come visit him at his house,

You’re just talking to Enedina or something and next thing you know, you feel someone excitedly pick you up and twirl you around

“Mi princesa, que haces aqui?” Wow

The other thing that comes to dating Ramon is the need of patience from you, he’s not one to openly talk about his worries even if he trusts you with his whole heart

Every time Benjamin is worried about Ramon’s attitude, he’s calling you to come talk to him

Because you’re always successful in talking him through his doubts and anger issues,

all you have to do is bring his eyes to focus on you and soothe him with words until he can actually think straight

The puppy eyes he gives you when you tell him you love him with your alma and that it’s going to be ok🥺

Jesus, the sheer amount of gifts this man will give you is just out of this world

Like it’s not even a surprise anymore to his family when a truck load of roses and other fancy shit arrives one day, they’re all like, oh yeah Ramon’s going on a date with his novia, right?

He does it because he can’t get over the way your face lights up, it makes him feel proud that he’s the only one able to do that

Ice cream and antojito dates are a must, ok 🥺👉👈. , don’t look at me

He loves taking you to club dates too, like he’s the definition of “live life to its fullest”

That and because he’s just embobado with the way you dance and how close y’all would dance together

Like can you imagine, dancing to the beat of the music with your ass grinding up against his hips as like your reaching behind you to grab hold of his hair,, and his hands are on your hips— lord, Ramon fucking lives for that

“Mira lo duro que me haces sentir, princessa” ok- Let me leave before I get carried away

I just know, all the dates he takes you on are always fun and it’s where you both lose track of time

Soft!Ramon is what I live for, I can see after your dates end, he’s leaning his forehead on yours and smiling at you🥺

He can’t let go of you

, it makes him so fucking happy when he wakes up in the morning with you cuddling into him, it’s how he always wants to start his mornings

Look, Ramoncito seems like the one not looking for marriage or that soft shit like Benjamin.

but when it comes to you, his heart just fucking ruptures with passion and el amor verdadero, he can’t help it

He can’t even begin to think about even losing you to some cabrón, and him not being the one enjoying your presence

your the only one who has truly captured his heart without even trying and he never wants that feeling to go away, I’m sobbing

So he definitely fiddles and secretly looks into engagement rings👀 with the help of Enedina’s advice because we all know she would be so excited that Ramon found someone that makes him sane and truly loves him

“No la quiero perder, Dina, no se que haria sin ella”

I can’t, you make him so SOFT that even everyone in his family pitches in to help convince him propose to you- they love seeing you two together-

***overprotective***

Even if someone just looks at you the wrong way,; or for making a bad comment towards you,, he’s already 0-100 real quick and pulling his gun out

This man causes so much disruption because no hijo de la chingada is going to get away with disrespecting you

You know that once scene at Roxanne where Chapo and Cochi were bullying Francisco and then all hell broke loose,, yeah now imagine like Cochi trying to get a rise out of Ramon by “jokingly” catcalling you- oooop

“¿Cuándo vas a prestarme a tu vieja, Ramón? a lo mejor puedo chingarmela mejor que tú”

Oh no, no no no,, you’re already trying to grab Ramon’s arm as he does a full 180

Red, that’s all Ramon sees as he’s already swinging and hell breaks loose once again-

Even though Ramon would just love to kill Cochi right there for saying that, he can't, but he’ll get it one of these days 👀

Anyways-

Ramon loves to pick out outfits with you as well, he likes giving his opinion about which outfit would slap and would go along with his,

he wants to make people jealous about how hot Ramon’s mujer looks, like the fucking smug look he has on his face as he walks in with you

He has pride in how only he gets to touch you the way he can while others can only drool and watch from afar

Ramon is always having his hand resting on your waist or your ass, and you can’t tell me he would not give an occasional squeeze or slap to your ass, like this bastard would

Ramon would be one to have you sitting on his lap all the time with his arms wrapped around you, making you laugh as he lightly kisses your neck-

In the end, Y’all are just a fun af couple, attached to the hip and inseparable, I’m in love

NSFW:

Oooooohhhhh boy, does my man have SO many kinks, but we’ll get to that in a minute

He’s one to never turn down a blowjob from you, like the intense gaze he’ll give you as he sees you gagging on him

This man loves his pleasure, he’s desperately thrusting into your mouth as he lets out the loudest groans all the while tangling his hands in your hair- ok

Ramon fucking lives for seeing you in his bed

From the beginning where your smiling up at him, naked for him and pulling him down to get him to do something

To the end of the night when your whimpering and trembling after he’s done with you, like damn

The roughest sex happens with Ramon

I’m gonna say it…. Because it’s the truth

Ramon will eat you out until you can’t even speak right and your trying to weakly push him away

This mf will laugh into you as he forces your legs open and fingers you-

“Sé que puedes hacer uno más, solo uno más para mí bebé”

As he’s forcing you to look at him as he harshly rubs your sensitive clit-

Ramon has to see your facial expressions, he has them engraved into his memory and he also just loves seeing how he can make you feel, the way your soul leaves your body-

Jesus, this man is never fucking quiet, and that goes for you too, he hates seeing you trying to be quiet

“No te calles, no, dejen que nos escuchen”

He has a way of making you feel that he’s touching you everywhere and that, just by itself makes you lose control of yourself

-Overstimulation-

At the beginning, Ramon is setting a pace where he’ll try to go slow and hard at first because you can’t tell me that this man also loves soft sex 🥺

but damn, he can’t hold himself back, nopeeee, not right now with the way you’re desperately groping him and saying his name

Ramon starts to tear off your bra and panties because he feels like he’s going to explode if he’s not inside you in the next 2 seconds

You’ll pull him down to kiss him as he pushes into you, wow

God, his thrust game, his hand game, everything,, is just over the top

He’s not letting you catch your breath after your orgasm before he’s changing positions and pounding you again, not losing momentum

You’re literally shaking and begging him to stop from all the pleasure but you just go back to moaning as he picks up the pace,,,,

You’ll have tears of pleasure rolling down your checks as you feel him spread your legs even more, the emotions, I’m here for it

Ahem* my next point ,, choking kink, you know my man has one,

He has you laid out onto his bed beneath him as he adds a bit of pressure to your neck as he grips your hip with the other hand

Like shit, his fucking hand is so big, it just easily latches onto your neck-

Possessive af alright, he wants you to be screaming his name so it’s the only thing on your mind

He just needs to feel you and claim you all over again as his mujer

“Puto Cochiloco, hijo de su reputa madre, piensa que te puede hacer gritar como yo puedo”

you know he’s taking his frustration out on you after that encounter, he needs reassurance that only he can make you cum the way he can

Angry/Frustrated sex would be the only time he’ll let you roll your head back, because like wow, you’re always screaming his name out as you grip onto the bed frame

Fuck- when he’s thrusting from behind you, doggy style

He’ll pull your hair as he growls into your ear about who you belong to as he sneaks his hand in between your thighs again-

“Quien es tu papi?”-

And unlike Benjamin, he’s not one to hide your night of passion

He’s marking you up in the most visible fucking areas and always laughs when you scold him in the morning when your trying to cover them up

The Soft Sex, yeah, he only does that when he’s celebrating something with you, like either it’s your anniversary your birthday or something like that

The eye contact is a must in this situation, alright

He’s never looking away, like he’s looking up at you as he just devours your core and he holds your hands near your hips

Fuck, the softest but hardest thrusts as he grips your hip and lifts your leg to wrap around him

And this man still manages to give you multiple orgasms, doesn’t matter if it’s rough or the softest sex, he’s still doing it

overdosed on sex is what happens with Ramoncito

But he would be one to pepper kisses everywhere and praise how good you were for him-

The best feeling in the world for him is waking up to you sleeping on his chest with your clothes scattered all over the room- aight imma just head out

[chaos-writes]

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher: Ghost in the Flesh

Warning: 14+ Swearing. Gore. Word count: 1,688

No party was as good as the ones hosted by Stu Macher. An 18 year old Rich Bitch senior, whose parents decided they could trust him with the house while they went on vacation somewhere in the Bahamas. He was also a piece of eye candy, along with his buddy, the ‘Definition-of-Teen-Angst’ Billy Loomis. He's that one ride or die friend of the school. You see, these guys are popular. While they may not be the jock d-bags of the highschool superiority complex, they are known around here for being party animals. Stu is also the goofiest in the school, the class comedian, if you will.

Me? I’m just… there. Look, Stu is throwing a massive party tonight. I’m not gonna flirt or anything. I just wanna get some beer and bounce. No biggie. In’n’out.

Okay, I'm a little freaked out. I don't wanna bump into a dude named Randy Meeks, a guy who's built like a weasel and acts like one too. He's a horror movie fanatic who acts like school is an actual movie, well, a horror movie. I really have nothing against him, he's a good dude, but still. I'd rather not talk to him.

The whole school day I spent pondering about the party. I found myself daydreaming about Bill- err… watching the movie at the party. Casey and I couldn't stop talking about it. We’re best friends, so we do a lot together.

I rented out the Robin movie and skedaddle. Randy was screaming and I wanted none of that. I go home and put the movie on the counter. "Mom? Hey, I brought a movie home! I know you'll love it!"

School is over for the weekend and I head to the video store on my walk home. Randy is stocking shelves as usual. I look at the comedy section; ooh, my family will love this one! It's a Robin Williams movie! And there he is, Party Man himself. Stu Macher, picking on weasel dude. I see Billy, talking to a group of girls who swoon at his slightest movement (ewww).

It was getting closer to 8. I watched that movie with my parents and ate. I did my homework, cleaned my room, and showered. I set out for the 10-minute walk to Stu's house. Instead, I got a phone call. "Hey, it's Billy. Do you need a ride here?" Right, I gave him my number to help study.

"Well, the house is just a 10 minute walk away-"

"Why don't you just let me pick you up? Shorten that time."

"Uhm, ok then. You need my address?"

"N-... yea, I do."

A few minutes later, I see the car of one of the most popular guys at school pull up in front of my house. Gee, that was fast. "Hey, mom? I'm gonna hang out with my buddies tonight. I'll call you before I leave for home."

I'm in his car. I'm in his car. I'm in his car. Oh my god. Ok, he's cute. But I can't freak out like this. "You- ah, ok there?" He says. "O- oh, yea, I'm sorry, just zoned out." I stammer. His car smells like cologne and it's very clean. And he's right next to me. Billy Loomis. Sitting in his car. Next to a loser.

“Hey, you know Stu and I are close, right?” Billy said. “Of course I do! You guys are double trouble!” I giggled. He laughs. God, that laugh. It was so melodic, so… perfect. “Well, we’ve been thinking about getting closer with you. Y’know, we’re not very close. We wish that was different. You’re very kind, and you have such a great personality.” He admitted. I stare blankly for a second. Hey, did he take a back road? “I like that idea,” I said. He looked at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. “Yeah?” 

I nodded and smiled. I can’t believe this! He smiles and giggles lightly to himself. A solid minute went by in silence before we pulled into his driveway. We got there early so we waited in the car a bit. “Hey, that ride took as long as the walk would've taken,” “well, i wanted to have enough time to talk to you,” He says. 

“That’s okay, I like long car rides anyways.” I said.

I walked with Billy into Stu's front door. Wow, this place is, just, beautiful. Stu walks right past me, straight to Billy. They start quietly talking together, Billy tosses a glance at me and Stu looks and smiles at me, I had no choice but to smile back. I was a guest in his house after all; you're supposed to be polite to your hosts.

It made me nervous. Really nervous. I wasn't thinking at all. I walked into the kitchen to cool down, that was really weird. Stu walked over to me after the two were done talking. He was actually really nice to me and we had a really fun conversation about aliens and whether or not they’re real. He did impressions of what he thought they would look like. He's such a goofball.

He handed me a beer and sat me down on the couch, right next to him. Wow, he is tall sitting next to me. I took a swig and decided you know what? I can stay for more than a beer. It's all good. I’m not big into horror movies and Stu knew this, so he explained all the lore behind Halloween while we were watching it. 

I think one of the boys said something to Randy, because he hasn't even looked at me, not once, the whole night. Not even during his little ramble about the "rules" about being in a horror movie, or whatever.

During the movie, Stu noticed that I was cold. He told me I could go upstairs to grab his sweater. So, I head upstairs very cautiously, looking for the sweater. He said his room, right? 

I then feel swift footsteps behind me and an arm wrap around my throat. Shit! I'm in a blood choke! I couldn't get out. Everything just faded. 

I woke up in Stu's bed, I must've been out for hours. I stumble and try to fight myself awake. I feel so weak. I stumble down the stairs and begin shaking at the sight.

The whole house was a bloodbath. Randy was tied up and soaked in blood, dead. Sydney was dead. 

Casey, oh God, Casey, mutilated beyond recognition and hanging from a tree outside the house. I can’t breathe. I can’t imagine how scared she was. Did she call for help? Could I have saved her?

The only people left were me, Billy, and Stu. They were soaked in blood and covered in stab wounds.

The police were on their way. I tried my best to help Stu, he was practically mutilated. I put pressure on his wounds and moved on to Billy. He wasn't as bad but he was losing a lot of blood.

I don't know why the killer didn't finish me off after I was unconscious.

The wait at the hospital was long. There were police officers and social workers and doctors talking to me, asking weird questions, and it was all happening so fast and I was so scared. I couldn't think, my head felt like it was splitting open. Casey, what did they do to you? Oh God, I’m so sorry.

The boys were in emergency surgery. A nurse came into the waiting room. "Hey, the boys are out of surgery. You can go and visit them, although it would be a while before they wake up."

I get into the hospital room and there they are. A shared hospital room with 2 empty beds opposite of 2 occupied beds. They're both asleep, hooked up to oxygen, connected to wires and tubes of all sorts. It was almost as scary as seeing them drenched in blood back at that party. Well, massacre.

I drag a chair in between the beds, pull the dividing curtain back farther, and wait. I sit and think about the party, how Stu was so tall sitting next to me on his couch, how Billy just... offered me a ride. The ride itself. It seems a little insane but do they... have feelings for me?

After I moved to the woodsboro district, both boys broke up with their girlfriends within a week from each other. It kinda sucks because I liked Sidney and Tatum, and now they want nothing to do with me-

"Hmmm...?" Stu slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head. "I had no idea you'd be here." He said in a tired, raspy voice.

"Hi, Stu. I just wanted to check up on you boys. You guys were really badly hurt. I feel awful, I could've done more to help."

"Honey, it's okay. Besides, imagine how badass these scars are gonna look when they heal over!"

"You big goof!" I giggled. Billy stirred in his bed. He lifted his head, rubbed his eyes, and groaned. "Hey, how did it go ove-" he stopped mid sentence. Both he and Stu shared looks of horror between me and themselves.

Why are they acting so strange?

Oh no.

Oh God.

I felt my heart stop in my chest. They didn’t. They couldn’t have. Casey… 

“You… you were the killers?” I said in a soft, shaky voice. Billy smoothed his voice, “Now what makes you think we were the killers?”

“The… the phone call, the conversation at the front door, the… oh God, Casey!” I broke into sobs. I couldn't help it. They killed my best friend! 

“Hey, it’s not like that. We never meant to hurt you…” Stu pleaded. 

Billy’s expression turned from amusement to horror as he watched tears slip down my cheeks. Both were silent as they leaned in from their beds and wrapped their arms around me. “How can we make it up to you, beautiful?” Billy asked.

Silence fell over what seemed like the whole world.

“Stay with me. That’s the least you can do.”

 “Of course, sweetness.” Billy said.

[raindancer2004]

Felix and the Hybrid

Word Count: 3,035 Felix x Hybrid OC Part Two - Final Part. Warnings: Fluff, Angst, NSFW

@romace-tea-cup​ request. Summary: Lizzie is the youngest daughter of Bella & Edward Cullen. Her family plot to keep her away from her mate Felix. But what happens when fate intervenes and Felix and Lizzie’s paths cross? Will be it love at first sight? Will they get their happy ending or will her family get in the way?

Felix and Lizzie went back to his hotel room and Lizzie was amazed to see that he was staying in the penthouse suite “Wow” She breathed and he chuckled softly “We like a little luxury when we stay in hotels” He said low into her ear. Lizzie had a look around the suite before she cuddled up to Felix on the bed as they watched a movie together.

Lizzie got a little bored of the movie halfway through and did something that he didn’t expect “I’m going to use the hot tub…” She trailed off and gave him a wink; he smiled his eyes darkening as he followed her. He entered the room just in time to see her climb into the tub naked; he growled low and quickly removed his clothes before joining her. He smirked when he saw the look on her face as she got a look at him, the size of him “See something you like little one?” She nodded biting her lip and moved towards to him; he sat down in the tub and watched as she climbed onto his lap straddling him, brushing against his hardening length. She kissed him biting his lip and as he gasped  she slipped her tongue inside his mouth, their tongues moving against each other. He placed his hands on her waist and he felt her grind against him, the tip of him teasing her entrance “Please Fe” She whispered against his lips, he kissed her and gently lifted her a little before lowering  her slowly onto his hard cock “Ahh” They breathed together as he entered her.

Once inside her he stilled to allow her to adjust to him before gently lifting and lowering her onto him “Oh…so tight” He kissed her and they got into a steady rhythm as she rolled her hips against his as he thrusted up into her “Oh…Fe” She cried out as he hit a new spot inside her. He smiled into the next kiss as he continued to thrust gently into her as she moved against him, her breathing becoming laboured as she neared her climax “Cum for me baby” He whispered as he felt her walls clench around him bringing him closer to his release. He leaned her back a little as he thrusted into her and flicked her nipple with his tongue a few times, the new sensation pulling her over into the abyss as she experienced her first orgasm. He looked up to see her eyes closed tight and her mouth open slightly “Oh…Felix” She cried out breathlessly; she was seeing stars and her whole body felt alight and she felt him twitch inside her, filling her. He held her to him; her chest flush against his and kissed her as he rode his climax out with her.

“That was amazing Fe, thank you” She kissed him smiling “No need to thank me baby. It was amazing for me too” He kissed her back with a passion he’d held back before “I love you so much Fe” “I love you too baby” She slept in his arms that night happy to have shared her first time with him.

When she woke the next morning Felix was on his back and her head was resting on his chest, his arm wrapped around her holding her close. She lifted her head and saw that his eyes were closed; she leant down kissing his lips “Good morning” She whispered against his lips as her warm hand wrapped around his cold semi-hard cock and she started to move her hand over his length “Oh…yes” He breathed as she took him into her mouth licking him from base to tip tongue swirling around the tip; she took as much of him as she could sucking hard, she then dragged her teeth over him and he growled loud. She released him and giggled “I think you liked that” She straddled him and leaned down to kiss him “I like being ‘woken’ this way” He purred smiling “You’ll love this then” She purred back as she lowered herself onto him; rolling her hips against his, her head fell backwards and a breathless moan left her lips. His hands went to her waist and he flipped them over so she was beneath him; he pulled nearly all the way out before sliding back into her a little rougher than the night before “Felix” His name tumbling from her lips as her breath hitched in her throat; her legs wrapped around him as he continued to take her roughly “Oh baby” He breathed into her ear “I’m close” “I know, I’ve got you” He replied as thrusted a little harder inside her; her arms wrapping around his neck holding him close “Don’t stop…please…don’t stop” She begged in his ear and he sped up a little and after a few deep thrusts they came together “Oh Felix!” “Lizzie!” They cried out loudly as they rode out their highs together. “I’m never going to get enough of you Felix” She smiled as cuddled into his side “That’s good to know…as I feel the same about you” He replied burying his head into her hair breathing in her scent.

The previous afternoon Jared found Jake at home “Hi Jake, we need to talk” “Ok, Jared what about?” “It’s about Lizzie…I er…saw her with one of those Leeches from Italy…” Jared said looking at Jake “You mean the Volturi are here?” Jake asked cutting him off “I don’t know Jake. I only saw the really tall one with Lizzie. They er…looked comfortable together” Jared answered “What do you mean they looked comfortable together?” Jake asked “They were talking and laughing and er….she was sitting on his lap…and they were sharing an intimate moment” Jared told Jake nervously “WHAT?!” Jake shouted “Are you kidding me?” Jake sounded angry “Why would I lie?” “I know. I know. I’m sorry. God…how do I tell Bella and Edward about this?” “Delicately Jake. Delicately. Do not make this worse than it has to be” Jared warned him. 

The following morning the Cullens arrive home and Jake fills them in on the information he learnt from Jared the previous day. Edward and Bella were not impressed, after all they had done everything they could to keep them apart…or so they thought.

Lizzie returned home that afternoon “Where have you been?” Bella asked “I went for a walk, why?” She replied “You told us you were ill but we have it from a very reliable source that you have been with Felix, the Volturi’s executioner” Bella responded “W-what are you talking about?” Lizzie asked a little shocked “Jared saw you in the meadow…you were on top of him…it looked pretty intimate” Jake said entering the room “Wolf telepathy…He showed me what he saw first-hand. So don’t you dare deny it!” Jake added growling “Y-you’ve been spying on me?” Lizzie asked loudly looking at Jake “No. Jared stumbled across your scent and wondered why you were so far out, wondered if you were ok” Edward told her “Oh and he just had to report it back to you?” She asked “No, he told Jake so Jake could tell us about you and Felix” Edward said “And after all we did to keep you apart from him” Edward added “HOW DARE YOU? YOU HAD NO RIGHT!” Lizzie screamed at him “I’M YOUR FATHER AND I HAD EVERY RIGHT!” He shouted back.

“You are too good for the likes of him” Bella added. “HE’S MY MATE. I LOVE HIM AND HE LOVES ME” She replied, her voice raised. “I DON’T CARE! YOU WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” Edward yelled back stepping closer to her.

“Here’s her phone. She has a text from him “Hi baby, hope you got home ok. I really enjoyed last night…and this morning… Love Fe” Jake read out the text “JAKE!! HOW DARE YOU? THAT’S A PRIVATE MESSAGE!” Ness shouted “Your sister has been screwing the Italian leech” Jake replies “They’re mates. What they do or don’t do is none of your business! You had no right to do this” Ness added angrily “GIVE.BACK.HER.PHONE” Ness pointed to her sister; Jake handed the phone to Edward instead. Edward confiscated Lizzie’s phone as punishment, turning it off “Felix can’t contact you now as I have your phone. I meant what I said YOU WILL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!” “I HATE YOU!! ALL OF YOU!!” Lizzie screamed at her parents and Jacob; the rest of the Cullens looked disappointed and disgusted with her. 

Lizzie left the main house slamming the front door as she went and ran back to the cottage; straight to her bedroom, less than two minutes later Ness entered the room “I’m so sorry. I hate Jake so much right now” Ness said as climbed on her sister’s bed and wrapped her arms around her. Lizzie broke down in tears “It-It’s not fair Ness” “Sshh it’s ok, I’m here” Ness soothed gently and kissed her sister’s hair. Lizzie cried herself to sleep that night in her sister’s arms as she remembered all the things her family said about Felix and how she’s never going to see him again. 

Lizzie spent the next week in her room not wanting to see her family, Ness being the only exception as she had defended her to their family. Her family stopped coming to check on her after two days as Ness refused to let anyone in her sister’s room. Ness refused to answer Jake’s calls and ignored his messages until day four when she finally text him:

“YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO INTERFERE WITH LIZZIE’S LIFE JAKE!!! I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU! OR SEE YOU! SO STOP CALLING AND TEXTING ME!!!!  DON’T COME TO THE HOUSE EITHER! YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME!!!”

Ness then turned her phone off and shut it away in the closet “I’m so sorry Lizzie. Jake had no right to do this” Ness held her sister as she sobbed again “It-it’s not fair…I-I love him…and…he l-loves m-me too. He-he’s my mate” She stuttered out between sobs “I know, you seemed so happy and I don’t care who your mate is as long as he makes you happy” Ness said smiling “Y-you knew?” “Not at first. I knew you had met someone but didn’t know who until I saw a text flash on your phone from Felix. It wasn’t hard to work out after that” Ness answered smiling. 

Meanwhile in Volterra “Demetri I need you to track Lizzie for me…if you can” Felix asks his friend as he enters his room “I can track her for you Fe…but can I ask why?” Demetri replies standing up from his desk “I-I think something may have happened to her. I have text her throughout the past week and I haven’t received a reply. I just tried calling her and her phone is switched off…it’s never off D. Please…I need to know she’s safe” The worry evident in his voice. Demetri closed his eyes and searched his mind for Lizzie’s tenor “Lizzie is her bedroom at the little cottage in the woods…Ness is with her” Demetri told his friend, having picked up the twin’s tenors easily “If she’s at home then why hasn’t she answered my texts...why is her phone off?” Felix asked, confusion written over his face “I don’t know Fe…I can’t answer that. Speak with the masters, tell them about your concerns and see if they’ll let us go and check on her” Demetri offered and Felix nodded.

Felix and Demetri made their way to the throne room “Masters may I have a word please?” Felix asks “Of course. How can we help you?” Caius asks “Well…it’s a little complicated…if I’m being honest” Felix replied “May I?” Aro asks holding out his hand “Yes” Felix says stepping forward and placing his hand in Aro’s “Although there are a few memories I’d rather you not see…for personal reasons” Felix said low, Aro nodded in understanding and Demetri tried to hide his smirk. Aro saw the day Felix met Lizzie; the day he realised she was his mate. He saw the days they spent together at the meadow whenever Felix was able to visit her. Aro avoided the more personal memories the best he could. He then saw the concern Felix held for Lizzie as she hadn’t contacted him in a week and her phone is currently off and he knows what Felix wants to do. 

“Brothers, it would seem that our dear Felix has finally met his mate and…it’s Elizabeth Cullen, or as she is more affectionately known…Lizzie. They met about six months ago in Seattle and they have spent this time getting to one another. Felix visits her when he is able and they stay in touch by text and phone calls” Aro says looking at Caius and Marcus. “How has he kept it secret all this time?” Caius asks curious “He hasn’t… not entirely. Our dear Demetri knew as he was there the day they met and I have seen a few things in Felix’s thoughts when he reports back after missions. I have never mentioned it before because he hasn’t done anything wrong and I knew that when the time was right…he would come to us” Aro continued. “I’m sorry masters, I didn’t want to deceive you in anyway but Lizzie and I knew her family would not approve and we wanted our bond to be stronger before we dealt with any drama.” Felix said looking at the three kings “We understand Felix. But I sense there is a problem that needs to be dealt with quickly” Marcus says gently and Aro nodded.

Two days later Marcus arrives at the Cullen house with Felix, Jane and Demetri “Hello Marcus, I wasn’t expecting a visit” Carlisle says opening the door “Hello Carlisle, this was a last minute visit and it’s important that it is dealt with quickly” Marcus replied before they made their way upstairs to the family room. “The reason for my visit has to do with Lizzie and Felix, but I think you all know that” Marcus says as he looks around the room at the Cullens, noticing the twins were not present. “Demetri please go to the cottage and bring the twins here” “Of course master” Demetri replies smiling. 

Five minutes later Demetri returns to the main house with the twins “Felix” Lizzie smiles wide and runs straight to him, his arms wrapping around her “Lizzie” He buries his nose into her hair and breathes in her scent “I’ve missed you. They-they found out about us and-and dad took my phone away. He turned it off” Lizzie said looking up at her mate “That’s why I’m here mi amore. I have text you this past week and have received no replies and when I tried to call you two days ago your phone was off…Now I know why” He growls and glares at the Cullens .

“She hasn’t left her room in a week…I’ve stayed with her” Ness said looking at Marcus “Can I ask why she has been ‘locked’ away?” Marcus asked looking at Ness “They confronted her about what Jared saw; what he told Jake and they didn’t like what my sister had to say. They forbid her from ever seeing him again…” She answered him honestly “NESS!” Bella shouted; Ness ignored her mom and continued “When Lizzie refused to agree to that…Jake having gone down her bag handed her phone to Dad and he turned it off. Mom said that Lizzie was too good to be with someone like him” Ness said pointing over at Felix. “I tried explaining that we loved one another and they laughed at me; told me if I didn’t stay away from him…they would send me away” Lizzie added as tears had started to fall “I would have come and found you Lizzie. I would have taken you back to Volterra with me, to be with Felix” Demetri said placing a hand on her shoulder “Thank you Demi” She said low and he smiled at her.

Marcus shook his head as he looked around the room “You are lucky that it is me here in front of you and not Caius…because he would have your heads. You know it is against the law to keep mates apart from one another, even if it is an unspoken law” Marcus said calmly but his voice had an edge to it the three guards recognised “I can confirm Felix and Lizzie are mates and to keep them apart is unacceptable. Aro and Caius will hear of this and there will be consequences” He added firmly.

“Lizzie, come home with me please?” Felix asked low although everyone heard and the room erupted into loud protests as she smiled and nodded at him. “ENOUGH!!” Marcus shouted “This is NOT up for discussion. Demetri please escort Lizzie back to the cottage and help her pack for her trip” “Yes master” Demetri nodded at him “Come on Lizzie” He took her hand and they left the room, Ness following.  Edward tried to stop them leaving “Pain” Jane said smiling and Edward dropped to the floor pain evident on his face; Jane smirked as she upped the level of pain he felt “This is for trying to keep Lizzie from her mate” She smiled wide, Felix watched smiling.

Twenty minutes later Demetri, Lizzie and Ness return with a few cases full of her stuff “Anything you don’t have I’ll buy you when we get home” Felix said looking down at his mate and kissed her. “Please come visit me Ness” She hugged her sister tightly “Just you try and stop me Lizzie” Ness replied smiling. “I’m ready to go home when you are” She said looking up at Felix as she slipped her hand into his. The Cullens watched as Lizzie left hand in hand with Felix, ready to start her life in Volterra with him. “I love you Lizzie” He kissed the top of her head “I love you too.” Lizzie didn’t look back at her family, only ahead as that is where her future lay; in Volterra with her mate by her side forever.

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GUNDAM WING - REWATCH - 48 - 49

We’ve reached the end...

48. Take Off Into Confusion

Throwing us right in with “Gotta do better. I’m over here.” Totally Classic Treize.

Let’s wax philosophical Treize, right in the middle of a battle field. 

Wufei is a monogamous fighter

This is some sexy foreplay

The scientists have a plan, but we need to somehow going to sneak 5 of us into Peacemillion...? It’s not a very good plan is it? 

There’s a big chance Libra will crash into Canada… sorry Canada 🤷🏼‍♀️ 

Zechs: if they both crash, they’ll have an eternal winter; IDK Zechs, in Eva they get an eternal summer after the Second Impact, so which is right?

“Like me, Zechs Marquise.” What a line Zechs.

I don’t like the helmet touch between Heero and Relena.. and this isn’t because I’m not a 1xR shipper. It’s just weird, and feels out of character for Heero, and kind of tacked on? 

Also, since when did Heero promise to protect Relena? I remember threatening to kill her a few times... I don’t think those words mean the same thing?

Relena gets an NCIS freeze frame there

Dorothy: Let’s have a sexy foreplay sword fight. I’ve learned everything I know from my cousin Treize. 

Dorothy is nut bar, and it’s so wonderful. My dad died and I hate it, so I’m gonna die too. 

Aww Dorothy is gonna make Quatre cry

“But Heero is on a suicide mission.” And that’s different from normal, how? 

Heavyarms using his arms like they’re, you know, heavy

Trowa and Duo meeting in battle: We’re dudes and can’t tell each other that we care, but take care and, you know, don’t die

The scientists get to ride in the bat wings?! I bet that’s like when you’re a kid and get to ride in the back-back seat of a station wagon (am I dating myself here?)

Rashad: “Fellow Comrades: no one is allowed to die until we see master Quatre.”

Dorothy read Watchmen and was like, if we create one huge war, then they’ll all come together in peace

Quatre: Trowa taught me to not shy away from my kindness…. DID HE THO? WHEN????

Treize and Wufei: I want to fight you fair and square: why don’t you have sword fight on this spaceship

Treize: I couldn’t kill someone who understood me. I’m not gonna cry.

Treize is so amazing. All the people who died for him. You’re crying.

He has such presence. 

Wufei sobbing. I didn’t think I’d win. OK, I AM CRYING

Treize WAS splendid

Earth declared defeat but White Fang will still crash the ship into earth…

Relena looking for Heero: I’ll just jump out into space and float around until I find him. 

49. The Final Victor

No narrator. Just jumping right into the episode since we are still in the middle of a battle, people.

This is a long con Zechs: to create such a horrible disaster that people want pacifism. No way should that have worked.

Noin is just going to sit there and watch and do nothing. You started off so strong, Noin and then.... nothing.

Noin should probably just put that western shirt on and mosey out into the sunset

Zechs: I’ve got 99k problems and they are all dead people who fought for total pacifism for me

How funny would it be Duo drops the scientists off and like 2 are dead and one has an arm hanging off. Oops. 

Everyone’s long con came is intense. Une was also here for total pacifism, too? Feels weird that she had to murder Relena’s dad for that...

Howard will just lay some science on everyone so that we know why we can’t drop a battleship on earth

Trowa is just gonna lecture Dorothy. He’s not mad, he’s just disappointed. Dorothy can’t take such stoic disappointment. 

Quatre is such a spoil sport. Non-alochollic champaign. Lame. No wonder I don’t like you.

Let’s televise this fight to earth and space, so just random people understand what’s happening in space

CANS was part of operation mentor?? 

The Scientists: We’re gonna interfere once more. KABOOM We blew everything up, including ourselves. YOLO

Heero and Zechs using the ZERO system are like two drunk people having a debate over something dumb while all their friends look on annoyed

The colonies are just covering all their bases, by choosing sides again this late in the game.

Zechs doubling down just because he doesn’t want to admit he’s wrong is fantastic

Obligatory it’s just a flesh wound reference 

SO let me get this straight. Knoweldge goes from Heavyarms to Trowa to Quatre? 

The Maganacs riding into the battle at the last moment like a calvary movie

Heero learned from Trowa, too. Learned how to run out of bullets. Hey-o.

No you blow up, no you blow up. 

Sally: I believe in him, he can defy physics and science 

Heero: I will survive Hey hey. But like, the Cake version

Wow bringing Just Communication back. Amazing. OK, It’s better than Rhythm Emotion. There I said it. 

Look at those mentors, from project mentor

Who’s grave was she putting flowers on if not Zechs??

Relena: Next time hand it to me in person; Heero: Ok bye forever

Thoughts:

There are so many moments were characters are like THIS person did this, or THIS person said that. AND WHEN? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN??? Off screen, because that ain’t in the series, guys. 

I could write a whole essay one the last battle between Treize and Wufei and boy does it stand up to everything I remembered. A+ Great work, Lads. 

But the rest of these last two episodes... visually they look amazing and we get some great fights. But the plot? Really? Everyone was in for this long con of having such a big fight that everyone would want pacifism? Like, what if Treize and Zechs just talked to the Gundam Pilots? 

The whole first 1/2 to 3/4 of the show is set up so well, and everything is so slowburn, that I had to make a chart for when characters learn each other’s names. But suddenly Heero comes in and FINALLY does something right, and saves the day.... and the show is over??? 

We get no aftermath? Suddenly Relena WHO IS FIFTEEN is a Vice Foreign Minister? And Heero probably left her some important info and she just tears it up. UGH I HATE IT

What I think I remember for the next episode(s):

So, before @mpanighetti​and I watch Endless Waltz, we have decided to watch the Operation Meteor OVA, which neither of us have seen before, and has this description: Set immediately after the ending of the Gundam Wing series (and thus before Endless Waltz), this OVA features a series of 7 clips, one from each pilot's point of view as well as a beginning and ending. The clips give a glimpse into what happened to all five characters in the direct aftermath of the final battle against White Fang. After we watch this, we will head into Endless Waltz, and I am excited to revisit that, as I think I only watched it like twice, but I remember the ending because I thought it was the ending to the series. So don’t worry, you haven’t seen the last of my shitty recaps and shitposts. 

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Me watching Riverdale S2:

THE WAY KEVIN IS RAISING HIS HAND TO THE MOTHERFUCKING SKY WHEN HIRAM ASKS FOR A VOLUNTEER FOR A WRESTLING DEMONSTRATION. THIS THIRSTY MOTHERFUCKER. HIS FACE IS PRICELESS.

I wish I could just jump into Riverdale and shake the characters and be like

Cheryl: Your parents fucking suck

Josie: Your parents fucking suck

Veronica: Your parents fucking suck

Betty: Your parents fucking suck

Archie: Your dads okay so far, I don’t know about your mom

Jughead: Your dad used to fucking suck but as a person, at his core, I don’t think he’s evil, and he’s getting better, but he’s got a ways to learn. I don’t know about your mom

Kevin: Your dad’s decent so far? Don’t know about your mom

Like especially Josie because I know it’s hard and that a lot of the trauma her mom felt probably manifested itself badly and Josie probably feels attached to her mom and like she owes her being a good daughter because her mom’s had it bad but like I also DON’T CARE. FUCKING TREAT YOUR CHILD RIGHT. I DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT HAPPENED. THATS YOUR CHILD. WOMAN UP AND BE A FUCKING DECENT PERSON. I DON’T CARE THAT YOU PUT A ROOF OVER HER HEAD, FOOD IN HER MOUTH, GAVE HER A SINGING CAREER (But continue to control it and not give her leeway to think and act on her own). SHE DON’T OWE YOU SHIT. FUCK OFF WITH YOUR WEIRD LIFE-FUCKING-SUCKED-FOR-ME-BUT-IM-ALSO-A-CLASSIST-BITCH PARADOX. MY DAD’S GOT IT MADE RIGHT NOW BUT HE HASN’T FORGOTTEN HIS ROOTS, HASN’T FORGOTTEN THE DISCRIMINATION HE FACED AND THE FACT THAT HE GREW UP SHIT POOR EARLY ON AND HE HASN’T DECIDED “Hey, let’s ridicule people for being in a similar position that I was in!”

Basically, this is me begging for for Josie’s mom to ✨fucking do better✨

Anyways yeah normalize Riverdale characters disowning their own parents ✌🏽🥰

Hmmm. If I wasn’t completely and utterly for the Serpents before, the white serpents learning to shut the fuck up and stand with Toni and her grandfather in opposition of the genocide and colonialism that was perpetrated by Cheryl’s great great grandfather? Hell fucking yeah

Dude I’m sorta crying at the scene with Hiram seeing Veronica in her confirmation dress because he’s a piece of shit but this is how it goes down, like it’s a whole thing

I love that I immediately knew the meaning of “Catholic chic”. Apparently that’s all going to church every Sunday for the formative years of my life accomplished

I hope Penelope Blossom dies in a fire :)

OH MY GOD, LOVE SIMON CAME OUT RIGHT AROUND HERE, KEVIN IS ASKING MOOSE TO IT, MY COMFORT MOVIE OH MY GOD-

Ugh, I don’t trust Midge. Something about the tropey-ness of her being The Girlfriend™️ and her face, as well as the fact that she played Gen in tatbilb, something doesn’t sit right. The haircut feels too manic pixie, like she’s hiding something. Bad vibes

NOOO CHERYL ILL GO ON A VACATION WITH YOU 😭 GOD IM SO GONE FOR HER

Aaaaand she did some fuck shit. Aaaand Toni is pretty. Aaaand there’s the internalized homophobia.

Jughead saying that growing up Betty’s and Archie’s windows being parallel always bothered him sounds more like a jarchie admission than a bughead one, I’m just sayin’

BETTY AND JUGHEAD’S REACTIONS WHEN THEY HEAR THE BED SQUEAKING IS ME. Like the little amused but lowkey confused and baffled expression on his face as he’s like “is that their solution to everything? Can’t they ever just talk?” Like no apparently not. Me too Jug, me too-

Idk Vee, maybe he’s asking questions about your father’s line of work and the business of his associates because your dad and mom are fucking evil

What the fuck Veronica. I mean yay because that just gets us closer to Jarchie kiss but like what the fuck Vee. Also Jughead is super cute, like why does the blue eyes black hair thing absolutely melt my weak heart, like I didn’t choose to fall for this pasty ass white boy but here we are. Also Veronica’s eyes are really big and dark and pretty like girl help im falling for these two-

BETTY LITERALLY POINTED IT OUT, C’MON NOW CW, I KNOW WE’VE MADE THE MISTAKE OF GROVELING WITH SPN BUT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU WE NEED A JARCHIE KISS-

CAN HETEROSEXUALS PLEASE STOP FUCKING ALL THE TIME ON TV. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SHOVE YOUR STRAIGHTNESS IN MY FACE. NOT EVERYONE IS STRAIGHT YOU KNOW.

“Entertain Jughead” 😏

DUDE. They were sitting ALONE. TOGETHER. In the WOODS. With them being the ONLY ones who haven’t kissed. DUDE.

C’MON MAN, THEY’RE STARING FUCKING LONGINGLY AT EACH OTHER

If there are weird gay ships for straights then Jeronica is the weird straight ship for gays

Ok so is there a legitimate reason why Veronica is faithful to her parents and defends them to a tee and partakes in their mob shit or is she just daddy’s little fucking girl. Like it isn’t her fault that she’s been manipulated but it pisses me the fuck off. And people who want her to stay with her parents because supposedly they’re the only ones who love her even though it’s toxic and warped? Like do you have a brain?

Archie and Veronica really love supporting gentrification, classism, and Vee’s rich daddy and mommy’s innocence huh

Look i actually agree with Reggie for once, get Hiram’s ass, deal with it Veronica

Wow, nice, shaming Jug for eating. That’s cool, Arch. That’s awesome. And no Betty, she doesn’t have everybody’s vote. Because Veronica’s parents are motherfuckers and when it comes to choosing between a murderer/abuser/rich/classist/gentrifying fuck and supporting your bestie uwu guess which one im fucking picking. Also, THANK YOU JUG for explaining to your friend that even though he lives in a fantasy land where northside Riverdale is the only one worth referring to when talking about Riverdale at all and thus the only one that matters and is worth protecting, the southside exists and people live and have grown up in the southside and building a prison there where it will be even more easy to profile and incarcerate southside residents under false or exaggerated pretenses ISN’T A GOOD THING. That his own friend isn’t quite apart of his and Veronica’s and Betty’s socioeconomic caste and that he’s not going to pretend like he is, he isn’t going to be quiet about it just because you’re friends again. That he’s not going to lay down and let Archie explain what a good move for Riverdale is when he clearly means northside riverdale, let him explain how the southside needs to be dealt with to someone who grew up on the southside and knows it more (not the most, I’m not saying Jug isn’t out of his depth with certain aspects of being a full southsider) intricately than him. LIKE FUCK. ARCHIE. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO. Like he just doesn’t get why building prisons and stereotyping and condemning all southsiders and gentrifying entire neighborhoods is really fucking bad and a big deal and it annoys me so much. Like yeah Arch, obviously you don’t see the big deal because it doesn’t affect you and you delude yourself that it doesn’t affect your friend either, but it actually is that bad.

In conclusion, Archie and Veronica and sometimes Betty are giving me headaches rn. Like I’m not saying Jughead is perfect at all but in this particular instance he’s the only one I agree with for the most part right now.

Yeah Arch, you see things differently because you’re not the one who’s on the receiving end of the problem

YES MOMMA ANDREWS. SNAP! GO FERAL! SHOW THAT SOB SOME CONSEQUENCES!

Ah, so this is the jarchie “break-up” scene. You know what. I feel no heartbreak. Get his ass Jug.

Get. His. Ass.

They sent Cheryl to a conversion institution. I’m literally crying. This isn’t an exaggeration. I feel like I want to cry. Just. God fucking damn it.

SHE DOESN’T WANT TO GET BETTER. SHE’S NOT SICK. YOU ARE. DIE. FUCKING DIE. BURN IN HELL. AND PENELOPE BLOSSOM TOO.

“That’s not how things go in Riverdale” is a veiled way of saying “don’t challenge the upper class and don’t try to stifle gentrification,” I hope you all know

[ssixa]

Chance Encounter//Mark Tuan x Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem ReaderxMark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 4.4K

Warning: explicit language

A/n: uploading this while I’m in the middle of lecture. Nothing crazy to add though. I was trying to be more specific with the collage, but why is it so hard to find a picture of an actual black woman arm?! (this will most definitely make sense when you read this chapter lol). I really try not to use the same photos twice, but it happens. hope y’all enjoy chapter 3!

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter 3

For shifts being 12 hours long, they always seem to go by quickly. Fortunately, this shift was one of them. Nothing else crazy happened the rest of the shift. More flirting from Mr. Tuan, more me getting slightly flustered by it, got in an argument with a confused elderly patient who...well...it’s too long to explain, actually got to eat dinner, etc. Before I knew it, it was 6:50am. I was finishing up on my last bit of charting when I heard the patient phone at the desk go off. I groveled because I was hoping it wasn’t one of my patient’s who needed something extensive done. I got up and headed to the phone. I checked the screen and saw a room number I know all too well...Mr. Tuan. I answer the phone,

“How may I help you?” I question just like I do any other patient.

“Oh, I was wondering if I could get a cup of coffee” he says politely.

“Sure! how many creamers and sugars” I respond.

“Um, how about 3 creamers and 6 sugars?” he responds giddily.

“Coming right up” I speak up happily. Maybe a little too happily because all I receive is a giggle at the end. I’m just happy that the request wasn’t anything major that involved me having to leave super late like I normally do. It definitely isn’t that Mark’s face would be the last face (of my patients) I would see before going home. I head to the pantry where the snacks and juices are located. I remember the nurses mentioning making a fresh pot of coffee a little while earlier, while I prefer my red bull. I grab a little styrofoam cup, fill it up with coffee, grab the requested amount of creamers and sugars, and head to Mark’s room. 

I reach Mark’s room and proceed to knock. I make my way in and I’m greeted by a bright smile so early in the morning, the poor guy looked tired though. The one of a few downsides of night shift is having to wake up patients while they sleep. I know I’m angry when someone wakes me up from my slumber, so I try to be as polite to them when I go into their rooms at 3am in the morning. I set the coffee, creamers, and sugars down on the table and pull the table across him so it’s an easier reach; and also that breakfast would be served soon so there won’t be much to do for the people bringing the food. 

Once I set down everything, I look to Mark who just has a tired smile on his face. 

I begin brightly, “hope you enjoy your coffee Mr. Taun.”

He looked at me with such a calm look, I guess he was done with the flirting from doing it all night. He comments,

“You seem happy to see me so early in the morning”, maybe I jumped the broom to think he was done with the flirting. 

“Well I’m happy that I get to go home in a few minutes and sleep until coming back tonight. Also the fact that your request isn’t something to keep me here for a long time” I reply happily. 

“So, you’re coming back tonight? Do you ever get enough sleep?” he questions.

“I do, but luckily I only work weekend nights so my sleep schedule doesn’t get super messed up.”

“Oh so you at least get the week off, that’s good” he says earnestly.

“Well, kinda. I have another job I work during the week and on Saturday mornings. So I end up going from there, then home for a little while, then come here for the night” I reply nonchalantly.

“Do you ever rest? You must be tired a lot” he says slightly concerned. 

“Well look who’s talking Mr. Idol” I laugh.

“Yeah you have a point, but just make sure not to push yourself too much. I can at least vouch the damage exhaustion can do” he solemnly replies.

“Don’t worry, once fall starts I won’t be working as much because of school” I say. 

“You’re in school too! You’re insane you know that right haha” he laughs.

“And like I said before, look who’s talking Mr. Idol” I laugh along. I don’t understand why he’s so worried when everyone who knows idol life knows how hard and tiresome it is. It’s sweet though. I look at my watch and see it’s already 7am.

“Well mr. Tuan, I have to go now, my bed is calling for me. I’ll probably see you later tonight” I state walking towards the door. He looks at me with slight confusion,

“Are you not going to be my tech tonight?”

“What? will you miss me if I’m not?” I say sarcastically

“Yes…” I hate when he does that. He gets so serious all of the sudden and I know he’s just trying to mess with me, well not this time pretty boy.

“Oh yeah sure, I bet you’ll just miss teasing me. I only say that ‘probably’ because they could switch my rooming assignments, but to be honest, that rarely ever happens with me since I only work two shifts back to back” I conclude. For a second I thought I saw a slight smile, what a weird dude. We say our sorta last goodbye and I leave the room. Though it’s been an exciting and yet weird shift, I’m just happy to be finally going home.

~Later That Day~

Back again for another shift. Everything is the same as last night and previous shifts. When I check the census, I see that I have one less patient. I guess someone was discharged during the day, good, one less person to look after. I make my way around my rooms, happily greeting my patients who are happy and surprised to see me back again. Then I reach Mark’s room, yet again, a couple deep breaths and my knuckles hit the wooden door. I walk in and I’m greeted by a soft smile...wow...didn’t realize how I missed that smile within a short amount of time. This whole thing is still so surreal to me. 

I see that the manager’s back, but luckily no death glares this time. He actually looks at me pleasantly and I look at Mark,

“Um, Mr. Tuan, did you tell your manager something about me? He doesn’t look like he wants to kill me like he looked yesterday”I question slightly side eyeing the manager. 

“Oh, I just told him how great you were last night, even put up with my annoyingness. He found it impressive that anyone could put up with me for 12 hours straight that wasn’t him, other managers, and the members” he laughed.

“That makes a lot more sense, I’m glad then. Honestly though, I still see you as the quiet member even though there are plenty of videos that truly prove the opposite” I mention. 

“Yeah, I’m still pretty introverted though. The members really bring out my goofy side” he scoffs. I can tell that his members really mean a lot to him, it’s really in the eyes. The small glint I saw in his eyes for just a second, it was really...beautiful. y/n, this isn’t the time. I continue on with the typical routine where I get his vitals and ask the same questions. I even asked his manager if he wanted anything and he asked for a cup of coffee; no problem there. Since I wanted to get more on his good side, I decided to get it for him and add in some graham crackers with it (nice touch y/n). 

Mark watched as I gave his manager the requested item plus the bonus gift. He smirks,

“Really? I don’t recall him asking for crackers. Someone’s trying to make a good impression, but why don’t you treat me that nicely? When I asked for coffee this morning, you really only just brought what I asked” he whined with puppy dog eyes.

“First, you got me on his good side so I would love to keep it that way. Also the fact that he has to keep tabs on you and the other 6 members, I feel for him. So of course I would like to show my appreciation towards him. He must also really be worried about you...ya know” I say shyly. Thank goodness I’m wearing a mask…

“M-my y-y/n is so caring” Mark fake sobs. I roll my eyes at the over acting. For someone so quiet and yet so loud, Mark will never make any sense to me. I continue on with small talk, but excuse myself to finish up my vital roundings. I say goodbye to Mark and the manager and be on my way. 

I had a gut feeling that tonight’s shift wasn’t going to go as smoothly as last night’s. It always happens that way unfortunately. Though I had one patient discharge during the day shift, I gained two more meaning my section was close to its max. One particular new patient had some extra strength for being elderly; she would make a great teammate on a kickball team. While the nurse was trying to get her info and do her duty to get her fully admitted she started kicking and screaming. Another nurse came to help and I entered the room not long after. It was quite the sight though, both nurses having to hold down the limbs of the patient. I told the other nurse that I got it and she would be ok to leave since this technically wasn’t her patient to deal with. She nodded and I took her position holding the patient’s legs. 

An intense stare off between my new patient and I was a battle I knew I could win. I could tell by her eyes, and because I got a report on her from the nurse before she arrived, that she wasn't all there in the head. As the nurse started putting the restraints on our new patient, I slowly let go of her legs because it seemed she had calmed down a bit, boy oh boy was that a mistake. Only about a minute after letting go of her legs do I find a foot flying in my direction. I managed to shield my face with my forearm and block it, but I knew a bruise would be forming there pretty soon and my arm would be sore for a while. I wince in pain, but managed to grab her legs again until we would be able to restrain her. The nurse looked at me and began to ask,

“y/n you ok? That looked like a nasty hit” said the nurse.

“Yeah I’m fine, I just know I shouldn’t push myself for a while” I say to her. She looked and nodded in agreement. She double checks my arm to make sure nothing is out of place and deems I should be alright. I thanked her, asked if there was anything she needed me to do and she said no. I walked out and went to sit at one of the computers to try and clear my mind. After a little while I decided it was best to get some ice and some gauze to wrap and cool off my hurt arm to reduce any possible swelling that could occur. By the time I was done, I saw it was about the time for me to check up on my patients and to see if they needed anything. I made my way room to room while keeping the small ice pack on my arm. Fortunately, I was able to keep it hidden from the majority of the patients (some were asleep at this point anyways)...key word is majority. When I got to Mark’s room, I knocked slightly afraid he would be asleep and I didn’t want to wake him. He was awake, of course, and talking on the phone. When he heard me open the door he turned his head and smiled,

“Hey y/n, great timing! I’m chatting with the members, do you want to say hi?” he asked. This I was very grateful for since the last time was very much a surprise.

“Um sure, as long as I’m not interrupting anything” I say softly.

“Nah, they never do anything that important or they wouldn’t be talking to me” he laughed. The laughing quickly halted when he noticed the ice pack on my arm.

“y/n, what happened to your arm?” he questions, unable to take his eyes off my injured arm.

“Oh nothing to worry about” I smile and wave the hand of the injured arm. Big mistake. I slightly winced a bit and put the ice pack right back down on the arm. Mark mutes the facetime call and flips his phone over. He grabs my arm to bring it closer to him and again I slightly wince in pain.

“y/n...what happened?” he deadpanned.

“Honestly it’s nothing, one of my new patients just has a killer kick for being in her 80s. It’s fine, but unfortunately no bath for you tonight” I laughed, but he didn’t. He looks a bit concerned, but I try my best to brush off his worries. 

“Mr. Tuan I promise it’s nothing serious. In retrospect, I should be the one worried about you given I’m a fan” I say trying to make light of the moment. It partially works, but I know the worry is still there. 

“y/n you don’t have to worry about the bath. The doctor came by and said I could move around with some assistance so I’ll just hop into the shower chair. Luckily, I don’t think I’ll plan a shower for tonight...it’s not like I’ve done much but sit here” he laughed lightly. I smiled glad he was over it, but forgot he was still kinda holding onto my arm.

“Um Mr. Tuan, you’re still kinda holding on to my arm and if you don’t mind I would like to put the ice pack back on it before any possible swelling occurs” I laugh. His eyes grow big, fully forgetting that he has a hold of my arm. He lets go quickly and the room is filled with an awkward silence. Well, almost silent. We started hearing noises and I started getting a little creeped out because...night shift. That’s when I remembered,

“Mr. Tuan I would’ve hoped to have befriended your group members by now. You might want to show you're still alive before they think I did something to you” I laugh. He realizes the whole purpose of me being in the room was that I get to talk to his members. He flipped the phone back over and un-muted it,

“Hey~ sorry idiots, I had to talk to y/n about something” Mark started.

“Who you callin an idiot...idiot” BamBam replied almost instantly. Wow so he really is this extra even when not around fans and cameras huh.

“So are we going to get to meet her or what?” Yugyeom blurts out in Korean. I laugh a little at how childish this giant is. Mark turns the camera to me and I’m met with five faces I’ve grown to know since debut.

“Hi~ I’m y/n and I’m such a big fan! Like this is honestly crazy, though I would’ve loved to meet y’all in a different situation” I relay softly. 

“AYE WASSUP y/n!!” Jackson screams

“Jackson you’re too loud, but hello y/n it is nice to finally meet you” Jinyoung says with a sweet motherly smile. I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, this is all super crazy. 

As I continue to receive warm greetings from the five I realize there’s someone missing. I look to Mark and whisper,

“Where’s JB?” 

He roles his eyes and proceeds with 

“He had some songs he was working on so he couldn’t join” he replied.

“Wow she really must be head over heels for JB huh?” I hear Jackson comment. I panic slightly,

“I was just wondering where he was, I would’ve wondered the same about any of y’all if a person wasn’t here!” I ramble. 

“...wait, but how---Mr. Tuan you didn’t!!” I look at Mark with daggers that're sharper than any needle. He raised his arms up in defensive mode quickly and rebutted,

“I promise I didn’t say anything! I learned my lesson last time so I kept my mouth shut I promise!” he said hysterically, but trying to laugh away the situation. I keep the daggers on him until I hear someone speak up in Korean 

“JB was actually texting us and bragging about how he’s your favorite member and your favorite idol overall” Youngjae speaks up laughingly. I look at Mark and he translates what Youngjae just said, but I find it hard to believe. 

“Jackson is Mr. Tuan translation right or will I have to make his hospital stay longer?” I said evilly.  

“No, his translation was right, JB was bragging about it in the group chat” Jackson said irritatedly. I was shocked, like I can’t believe my bias was this excited that I’m one of his fans. 

“But on your favorite list, what place am I on there sweetheart?” he smirked. Really, this again? And paired with the smirk too...Lord help me.

“Umm~ are you sure you want to know?” I question.

“You and I are tied Jackson. She’s been a fan of Markson so you can tell she’s been around for a while” Mark interjects.

“I’m pretty sure he asked me the question, Markipoo~”I roll my eyes

“I told you not to call me that!!” he grumbled. Laughter filled the room from me and the boys on the facetime call.

“OMG she knows about the nickname!!” BamBam exclaimed. All the boys had tears welling up in their eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh along too, though I had to keep my voice down. Not that I would get in trouble, but I’m at work so I don’t want to seem like I’m just hanging out too much. Then again, I’m done with all my duties for a while so it’s not too crazy to stay here for a little while. 

“But, Mark is right. JB is my favorite member, but Mark and Jackson are tied for second. Even then, apart from JB being my favorite member that doesn’t mean I love y’all any less. I think I would equally pass out if I met any of y’all in real life” I mention.

“Well?” Jinyoung questions

“Well...what?” I asked back confused.

“You’re not passed out” Yugyeom finished.

“Haha, well at this point I don’t think I could be surprised by Mr. Tuan anymore” I laugh tiredly. I could tell they wanted me to continue given their curious looks. 

“Well, first I didn’t even know it was this Mark Tuan that was my patient last night. He also tended to be a big flirt and joker throughout my shift last night. Then, though I was grateful, he rudely surprised me with a video call with JB. Then I came back in here, but fortunately he at least offered to tell me ahead of time that I would get to talk to you all. So though I’m still a bit nervous getting to meet y’all, I’m beyond the moon right now” I conclude. Wasn’t sure if all I just said made sense, but luckily Mark jumps in to translate to the members that are less fluent in English. Thank goodness to Mark. A chorus of ah’s made their way into the room when Mark finished explaining which signaled an understanding. 

The conversation continued on naturally until I heard the intercom come on, 

“Hey y/n room 123 needs some assistance whenever you’re available” the nurse said.

“Okie dokie, thanks. I’ll head there now” I reply. 

“Well looks like duty calls, it was so nice meeting you all finally!” I continue on happily.

“Awe, bye y/n! Hope we can meet again soon!” Youngjae says. The boys follow with similar melodic phrases as we both said our goodbyes. 

As I was walking out, I say my last goodbye to Mark and that I would be back later when I made my rounds for vitals. 

“Okay, see you later sweetie” Mark joked.

“Yeah yeah whatever” I roll my eyes, exiting the room with a smile. That boy is such a headache sometimes, I swear. Welp, I better go help this patient. I know exactly what this patient’s deal is so I know to hurry because they need to get up to use the bathroom. 

*Mark’s POV*

“Sweetheart huh?” Jackson raises an eyebrow.

“Oh shut up, Jackson. That’s how I’ve been messing with her this whole time, though it seems like she’s used to it by now” Mark speaks up.

“Yeah~ sure, but we’ve never known you to flirt like that especially without other fans and cameras around because at that point you would be forced to. Does our Markipoo have a crush?” Jinyoung taunts.

“You would think I would get more respect as the oldest” Mark sighs

“Haha nope, never” BamBam grins.

“But really Mark, you sure you're not seeing y/n any other way. Your eyes seem to tell something different” Jackson brings up.

“I promise it’s nothing, being here is really boring so y/n is just simple entertainment. Really, you should’ve seen her reactions when we first met” Mark says laughingly. 

“Ok bro, just checking to make sure” BamBam replies. 

*y/n’s POV*

The rest of the shift goes by not as eventfully as the earlier in the shift, but what shift goes by without a bit of craziness. I reach the end of the shift and I’m sitting down at the computer catching up on some back charting. 

“How do I always get caught in this situation? Ugh, I’m going to be here for a while” I mumbled under my breath. Next thing I hear is the patient phone ringing. I cringe just knowing very well it’s one of my patients...it always is. I head to grab the phone and look back at the screen to see the room. 

“This boy is amazingly attentive” I laugh to myself. Of course it’s Mark calling. I pick up the phone and answer in my best customer service voice,

“How can I help you?” I answer.

“It’s almost like you wait for my call, do you wanna hear my voice that much?” Mark says. 

“Mr. Tuan did you need something?” 

“Oh ok, I just wanted another cup of coffee” he says in a small voice. 

“Haha ok coming right up, 3 creamers and 6 sugars right? ” I question.

“Yup, good memory” he laughs.

“Why thank you, sir” I laugh and hang up the phone. Yet again happy that the request isn’t too crazy, I head to the pantry once again. I grab the coffee, creamers, and sugars once again. I think to myself that maybe the manager will be back again like yesterday evening so I decided to grab another cup of coffee. I head to Mark’s room and knock lightly. I leave one cup outside the door in case the manager wasn’t there (I know I could just give Mark the other cup, but nah). As I make my way in I’m met with pleasant smiles from Mark and the manager as well. I take a slight step back to grab the coffee I have sitting outside the room and handed one to Mark and the other to the manager.

Both faces were garnished with bigger smiles than when I walked in and it was honestly satisfying. Not gonna lie, nothing more satisfying then making people happy. I greet the manager and he greets me back. Mark sparks up the conversation while instead of me leaving to finish up my charting, I sign into the computer to finish up (thank goodness for this system sometimes). Mark continues,

“So how was your night?” Mark asked curiously

“Good, that new patient that gave me the wicked kick didn’t cause me any disturbance last night” I laughed. 

Staring down at my arm, Mark asks “Oh yeah! Speaking of which, how is your arm?”

“Still hurts a bit, but nothing a little otc (over the counter) meds can’t handle” I reply.

“That’s good, I hope you don’t push yourself too much with that arm,” he says thoughtfully. I smile to myself, also thankful that I’m yet again black and wearing a mask because Mark would see how red my face would be. Sometimes I hate how he’s still able to mess with me even when he doesn’t intend to intentionally. 

“I won't, I won’t, thanks for the worry though” I say with a small smile.

“This is your last shift right? I remember you telling me you only work weekend nights” he brings up. 

“Oh yeah it is, but as I tell all my patients on Monday mornings, ‘if I don’t see you next weekend, it was very nice getting to be your tech and I surely hope you’re not here when I’m back because who would want to be stuck in a hospital?’” I remark. 

“Haha nice, but I’ll miss teasing you. Besides that, you’re very good at your job so props to you” he relays kindly.

“Hahaha thanks, but you know what I would really love? Is to see you boys at a concert! A sis too broke to get good seats AND plane tickets along with everything else” I fake whine as I sign out of the computer being happy that I’m done with the charting as well. Mark laughed understanding how it could be frustrating, but also knowing he doesn’t have the ability to decide where the group tours. 

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll have to see,” he laughs. I laugh along as well, but it struck me that this would be the last time I would get to talk with Mark. It was expected obviously, but could you blame a girl. This isn’t a new feeling because it tends to happen whenever I get close to patients, Mark just so happens to be one I’ve known for years, even if he had just heard of me Saturday night.

We say our last farewells since it was 7am. It’s unfortunate, but it is what it is. I head towards the door and turn around one last time. A slight smile graces both Mark and I’s face,

“Have a good day Mr. Tuan” I say.

“Have a good life y/n” he replies with a soft smile. 

Previous/Next

[bmongmong]

Chapter 7 - Party

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Rosé's pov

I see y/n on the ground, crying really hard. Then I look at the room. There were pens and pencil on the floor, pieces of paper everywhere, a broken mirror on the ground. Then I notice something in y/n's hands.

In the right one she's holding her teddy bear, which is ripped everywhere. On the other hand she's holding a cutter. I assume she used that on the teddy bear.

I close the door behind me and slowly walk towards her. I take from her hand the cutter and put it on her desk. Then I start to clean her room while she's still on her knees. As I put things on their spots, we stay silent.

Once I'm done with cleaning, I take her hand and pull her up and make her sit on the bed. I can feel the bad energy coming out of her pores. What could have ever happened?

She suddenly hands me her phone and the first thing I see is the chat with Jungkook. They seem happy, I don't understand why she's acting like this. But now I remember that she was with Jungwook.

"What did he do? Did he see this conversation between you and Jungkook?" I ask her, predicting what happened. She just nods and look at the ground.

"Y/n it's ok if he knows. After all the 'relationship' between you and Jugnkook won't be secret for forever, right?" I say as I caress her back. "Did Jungwook do something else?" as I ask this question I can feel her breath being uneasy and I see her start crying harder.

"He kissed me" she says sobbing. I'm shocked. I mean, it's just a kiss, it's not the end of the world. But at the same time I know that it's difficult for her, since she's always been inside her little bubble for the majority of her life and perhaps, that was her first kiss.

"I'm not mad because of the kiss" she says, proving that my assumption was wrong "It's because I hurt Jungkook. If he'll find out about this, he'll be disappointed in me."

"Y/n it's not your fault! It's Jungwook's." I try to reassure her, but it doesn't seem to work.

I stayed with her until she fell asleep. It was early, but she seemed tired.

A week is passed since then, and y/n seems to feel a little better. During classes we tried to act as natural as possible. We didn't tell anything to Jungkook, but his brother kept sending hints and saying teasing things, only to make me and y/n look even more nervous.

Y/n pov

It's Friday morning and it's Jimin's birthday. I slowly wake up and feel the anxiety hitting my stomach, like every other morning.

"I promise" I say to my ceiling "if something else bad happens, I promise I'll go back to white. My life will become white again. I really promise"

By now, I got used to this feeling of oppression, since it has been more than a week. As I stand up, I hear my phone vibrating. It's Jungkook. Every time he texts me, it's like a stab in the chest.

Jungkook:

Good morning y/n! Would you like to take the bus with me today? 😊

It's the first time I take the bus, I usually walk with Rosé. I feel nervous, but for some reason I smile. I quickly send a message to Rosé, saying that I'll go to school with Jungkook. And, of course, I said yes to the sweet guy.

He told me that he'll wait for me on the bus and he also told me the bus line.

Now I'm at the bus stop waiting for it to arrive. I see it coming from afar and I quickly take out my hand to gesture the driver to stop. As it stops and opens the door, I slowly walk inside. There aren't many people and I suddenly see a hand waving from one seat. As I look better I notice it's Jungkook.

I go to him and sit next to him. I don't look at him in the eyes as we start talking, but I notice something different in him.

He's now looking somewhere else and I take this opportunity to look at him.

He's very handsome today. Not that the other days he's not. But today he's particularly handsome. It looks like he did his hair and put on some cute clothes. The combination of his cute side and his handsome face, gives him a strong aura. Maybe it's just me, but he's really attractive.

He suddenly looks at me asking:

"Is anything wrong ?" he also shows me his warm and calming smile.

I swear, he'll make me melt someday. I just shake my head at his question.

"Tonight there's Jimin's birthday party! Since tomorrow we don't have any classes, we can stay awake till early morning" he says excited "He also said that his parents will go out for a couple of days, so we have his villa all by ourself!"

"It's going to be funny!" I smile at him. I'm actually nervous, I'm afraid something bad will happen tonight.

The morning went pretty fast. I kept staring at Jungkook and tried to ignore Jungwook's teasing, nothing new. And now I'm walking home with Rosé.

"Y/n, this early afternoon I'll go to Jimin's house to help him with decorations and stuff. He said that you and the twins can come at 6 PM. Here" she says handing me a piece of paper "This is his address"

I think there'll be no problem for me to get to his house, since now I kinda now where he lives.

"Oh right!" she shouts, making me flinch a little "make sure to wear something elegant!" she says winking at me.

Now I'm at home and it's 4.30 PM. I quickly prepare a bag with comfortable clothes and shoes, because we'll all sleep at Jimin's house. Now I'm putting on make up. I want to keep it very natural, but at the same time chick. Once I'm done with that I start to look for a nice outfit.

I think this'll do!

It's now 5.30 PM and I think it's time for me to go to Jimin's house. As I take my purse, I open the door and head downstairs. While I walk, I can hear my parents talking to someone. Who could it be? I guess it's none of my business. Finally I reach the leaving and I see the person to whom my parents are talking to.

What. The. Hell.

Jeon Jungkook.

He looks so good. The suit that he's wearing, looks perfect on him. I'm speechless.

"Oh my god y/n!!! This is the guy you studied with that day, right?" my mum asks me with the biggest smile ever. I've never seen her this happy and it's kinda scary. "He's so handsome!!"

"Hi y/n" Jungkook says with a warm smile "you look beautiful" as he says those words I can hear my mum screaming due to the excitement and my dad crying at the back. Seriously what's wrong with them.

I see Jungkook looking at me from head to toe. He's blushing so hard.

"H-Hi Jungkook" I say nervous "what are you doing here?"

"I came to pick you up. I know Rosé is already at Jimin's place and that you'd be alone. I didn't want you to walk completely by yourself in the dark, so I came to keep you company" his voice is so soothing and makes my anxiety go away. I actually forget about everything bad every time he talks.

"Let's go" he says holding out his hand. After smiling, I reach out for his hand and hold it tight.

"My princess!!" I hear my dad crying again "she grew up so fast" he's really embarrassing. I really want to bury myself.

I drag Jungkook out of my house and apologize for the embarrassing things that my parents said in front of him.

Now we're walking, still holding hands. I feel so nervous because it's only me and him, but at the same time I feel butterflies in my stomach. The excitement is pervading my whole body and I can feel my legs shaking from the adrenaline.

"I know I already said that" Jungkook says after ten minutes of pure silence "But you really look gorgeous" I feel him tightening the grip on my hand.

"You also look handsome..." I say really embarrassed.

"That's not true" he says laughing. I stop walking and look at him straight in the eyes.

"No, really! You look so good right now" I don't know where I'm going by saying this. It's not that I just want to compliment him because he also did. I really feel this way. But now I look pathetic, I'm really telling my crush that he looks handsome.

"Ok ok I believe you" he says laughing and suddenly pull me into a warm hug. I can feel one of his hands on the upper back and the other one on the back of my head. "Seriously y/n...you're driving me crazy" he whispers. WHAT DID HE SAY?? WHAT DO I DO? DRIVE HIM CRAZY? Is this a dream? Please, can someone give me a slap in the face? If this is a joke it's not funny! I'm really freaking out.

I don't know what to answer. I prepare myself mentally to ask him about his feelings, but he speaks before me:

"Let's go or else we'll be late" and with that he started walking. As we keep going, we just stay silent. It's not awkward. I feel like if don't say a word, I won't embarrass myself any further.

Now we're here. We ring on the gate bell and wait for an answer. Finally we hear Jimin's voice ordering us to enter and keep walking until we get to the main door of the house.

"Wow it's huge!" I say to Jungkook as I look at the garden.

Now we're at the front door and I knock on it. After a few seconds, the door opens and we are welcomed by Rosé. She looks gorgeous.

"Hi guys! Come inside" she says to us. As we get ourself in, I can't stop thinking at how big this house is. It's even bigger than the twin's house.

When we get to the living room I see Jimin, setting on the speakers and the microphone for karaoke.

"Wow Jimin! Did you dye your hair pink?" Jungkook asks smiling. He actually looks good with pink hair.

"Yes! Rosé helped me earlier. It's one of those hair dye that goes away after a few washes. I guess that in a couple of days I'll be black to blonde. I just wanted something different for my birthday" the pink haired guy says.

"You look handsome!" both me and Jungkook says.

"You also look gorgeous y/n" everybody turns around facing the guy who just complimented me. It's Jungwook.

Wow. He's honestly handsome. I just nod at his statement and slowly look at Rosé. I'm a bit scared right now, but she reassures me by taking my hand and smiling at me.

"Shall we start drinking?" Jimin asked excited.

"YESSSSSSS" everyone of us shouted in response.

Now I'm with Rosé and she's preparing a drink for me. It's not the first time I drink, but I'm a little bit worried, because she told me that during Jimin's parties, everybody gets wasted and throws up everywhere.

"Don't worry y/n" my best friend says handing me the drink "I'm good at making these things. I bet it tastes good!" she smiles brightly, before taking a sip from her drink.

I do the same as her with mine, after she handed it to me, and it actually doesn't taste bad. I give her a thumb up and we go to the boys who are now dancing like crazy. They seem to have fun and the only one who's not enjoying the party, it's me. I'm still thinking about the kiss between me and Jungwook and the fact that I'm scared that he's going to ruin everything between me and his brother.

People say 'drink to forget' right? That's what I want to do. I clench my fist and drink all of my drink in one breath.

"One shot!!!! Well done y/n!" I hear Rosé screaming. Right after that, everybody lifts up their drinks and scream at the same time:

"ONE SHOT!!" and they drink it all. We're all laughing.

"Y/n do you want another one? I can make it for you" Jungkook says smiling at me. I nod and smile back and then we head towards the kitchen. As he starts making the drink, I decide to talk a little:

"You seem good at this!"

"I'm neither the best or the worst. I just put a little bit of alcohol and a little bit of soda. Usually I put less alcohol, but tonight it's a special night" he says winking at me. I blush and quickly look away.

After a couple of seconds he gives me the drink and makes another one for himself.

"Jungkook!" I hear Rosé calling his name "Make some more also for me, Jimin and your brother, please!"

"Of course" he responds laughing a bit. He's really kind and this gives him another point.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my lower back and I quickly turn around, to see Jungwook. I step away a little and I hear him saying:

"Hi two love birds. Is the party good enough?" he says smirking at me. I wanted to answer but I get caught off by Jungkook:

"It's perfect" he says handing his brother the drink he was preparing for himself. "You can go now and have fun" he says with a fake smile. I guess Jungkook gave him his drink, in order to not bother us anymore.

Jungwook just gives him a fake smile as his, and leaves.

Then Jungkook kept preparing the drinks and after that we got to the others.

"Thankssss" Rosé says. She seems so happy today. I wonder what will happen to her and Jimin. She told me that she wanted to surprise him.

It's now 1 AM. Jimin opened the present we got for him and we ate the cake that Rosé prepared. Now we're all wasted. We're all dancing with a drink in our hand.

My head is spinning like crazy and I feel my body very light. Is not that I don't know what I'm doing. It's just that I don't care.

As I keep dancing, my attention drafts to Jungwook. He's all sweaty and hot, as he dances as well. He notices that I'm staring at him. I see him taking off his necktie and unbuttoning a bit his shirt. He then looks at me smirking.

He's so hot right now. I don't know why, but I'm so attracted to him. He slowly approaches me and puts his hands on my hips. I honestly don't care, we're just dancing after all. He then turns me around and pulls me closer to his chest, by putting his hands on my lower stomach.

As we keep dancing I can feel his pelvis on my ass. As we move to the rhythm, I feel him grinding on my behind. It's the first time someone dances like this with me and it actually feels good. It makes me excited. Then I feel something wet on my neck and I find out pretty soon that it's his mouth. I put my hand on his hair and pulling a little.

But then, someone separates us.

"Leave her alone" I look up and it's Jungkook "She's drunk. Tonight she's with me, not you"

"Oh little brother, I didn't know you were looking. To your information, it wasn't me who initiated the act. She was glaring at me and we started dancing naturally" Jungwook answers to his brother.

Jungkook slowly gets closer to his brother and I see Jimin immediately running and standing in between them:

"Please guys. At least not on my birthday" the pink haired guy says. The other two just nod and look at each other. The bad guy has an evil grin on his mouth, while the other one seems rather pissed.

After about twenty minutes I hear Jimin saying:

"Guys, let's change into comfortable clothes"

Me and Rosé went to the bathroom, while the guys changed together in the living room. After changing we get to the others. Jungkook quickly approaches me and says:

"Y/n, I need to talk to you"

[thesolotomyhan]

Narcos México: Dating them would include: (5/7)

Tags: @fandomnerd16​ , @visintaes​

Warnings: NSFW

Miguel:

Miguel Ángel ,, this man needs someone he can wholeheartedly trust,,

Your able to keep him focused on only one thing and forget everything else, one step at a time motto

He loves having your full attention and love,,

Por eso esta perdidamente enamorado de ti

He can also always count on you for being on his side and giving him advice on hard decisions

Whenever he feels like he’s gonna explode because of the pendejadas his employers are doing, he’s automatically calling you

It de-stresses him when he hears about your day and what you’re planning on doing later,

honestly your voice just soothes him as he closes his eyes and listens to you

I feel like, when that’s not enough, he’s inviting right on the spot if you want to visit the cafe nearby or something

He loves taking you out for dates at fancy places/restaurants

Miguel feels like your love grows stronger when he takes you out because you’re spending time together

He’s also always making sure you enjoy your food, surroundings, etc, he wants it to be perfect for you,

Like, if you even mention that your food is a bit cold, he’s snapping his fingers and making orders,,

“Ay, pendejo, como se te ocurre darle a mi esposa su comida todo frío, es una dama, orale, apurate a traerla otro plato, cabrón”

 he can’t help it, he wants everything to have your approval.

He wants to treat you with what you deserve and more

Miguel goes soft when you smile at him for a gesture he did, it might be something you said you wanted a long time ago or just him buying a big ass bouquet of roses because we all know Felix can be extra 💅🏼

So he’s definitely bringing you a serenata where you live and giving you that adoring smile he does when he sees your face light up

Serenata Sin Luna by Jose Alfredo Jiménez just screams this, let me go sob

God, the way he overachieves expectations when it’s your birthday or something

Like this man thinks his birthday parties are casual, but when it comes to you, he has to have them fancy and extravagant,,,

“Miguel, que es todo esto?”

“Pues es tu cumpleaños tesoro, y apenas vamos empezando”

It’s just jaw dropping the way he goes all out for you

You can’t tell me otherwise that this man lives for taking walks with you,, either late at night after a date or just a normal walk to talk about anything and hold your hand- ugh

He’s one to give you his coat so you don’t freeze as he hugs you into his side

“Ya vez, te dije que trajeras un suéter, mija”

While he pulls you into him, smiling and kissing the top of your head🥺

Miguel’s also asking every time you see a carrito de comida if you want anything, without fail

I can definitely see you guys sharing food, just feeding each other as you smile to one another and the heart eyes you both give each other- I can’t 

HAND HOLDING, again,,,I- he just really loves holding your hand ok, like apart of him makes him feel  strong when he’s holding your hand, he’ll give you an occasional squeeze when he gets excited, stressed, or worried about something

I can also see him fiddling with your wedding ring as he holds you hand, whenever he’s bored or nervous at a party dinner,-

God, this man spoils you every minute he can,

He states that it’s the least he can do after you put up with him, -the softness that is showing is astronomical

But you’re always telling him that you’re sticking around because your love for him is endless, 🥺

That statement alone makes him die of happiness

Every time there’s a party that he needs to attend, he’s already sending you a new dress for you to wear to accompany him

This man is complimenting every second he can,

He’s worshipping the ground you walk on

“Te ves tan hermosa, mija”

I can definitely see that people only walk up to him when you’re next to him because he’s actually approachable and happy when you’re around,,

Styling his hair back to normal after he ruins it when he stresses out,,

“Ya, mi amor, tu sabes que no me gusta verte así, tu eres mejor que ellos”-

The way he looks at you makes me cry, you can just see his worries go away as he smiles up at you🥺

Or even when he needs reassurance that you do love him after Felix visits Neto in prison, like the part where he tells him that he’s alone in this world

“Cuídate Flaco, la única persona que te queda es tu mujer; un milagro que ella todavía esta contigo”  That really got to him :(

That’s when he’ll spend the whole day with you, like a lazy day... never wanting to let go of you...

“Si sabes, yo hago todo esto por ti, verdad? Este es tu imperio tesoro, y de nadie mas”-

Soft cuddles in the morning and before you go to bed together because Miguel is on that soft shit

You’re what makes him a better man at the end of the day, your relationship is so beautiful, I’m crying

NSFW:

Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo,, this man is making you feel things, 

Let me put this out there,,, Miguel lives for seeing you blowing him

It’s one of the only good things that come out for him when he’s stressed tf out because you’re always willing to help him relax

I feel like you’ll grab hold of his face and kiss him as his hands grip your clothes like an anchor,,,

“Ven”

You’ll lead him to sit down as you get down on your knees and begin to unbuckle his pants as he lets out a deep breath

He’ll let you do all the work as he lets his head fall back while he lazily thrusts into your mouth,

“Como me sabes cuidar, verdad tesoro?” 

As he smiles down at you- 

El Jefe de Jefes, look there’s a reason why he’s given that name, 

he’s definitely a dom, he wants to see as you fall apart beneath him, it’s such an amazing sight for him

The way you say his name and scratch his back while he just fucks you into the bed

He chuckles lightly when he rubs your clit with his fingers as he keeps thrusting into you, just the way you gasp and say his name a little louder-

The build up to having sex is something else entirely, I can see him desperately kissing you as he grips you clothes while you’re quickly unbuttoning his shirt

He’ll lay you on the bed as he moves to start kissing your neck and moving his fingers in between your thighs,

Oh yeahh, this man is into fingering you, like holy shit, the way he’ll look into your eyes and hoarsely speak to you

“Mira lo fácil que te hago sentir, amor, como eres de obediente para mi” as he’s curling his fingers into you- okk

I feel like Miguel would not give you time to adjust to him, like he’s too desperate, ya feel?

Like, you’ll stutter his name out and on the verge of tears from pain and pleasure but he’s just brushing your hair out of your face and cradling your face, nodding his head

“No, no hagas eso, yo se que puedes, tesoro”

He’ll silence you by kissing you and just pounding into you more harder

Wow, the way he’ll have you not thinking straight anymore with your head thrown back, excites him-

 one of his absolute favorite positions is having one of your legs lifted on his shoulder, as he fucks you, because that’s hella erotic

The marks he leaves behind makes you feel so many emotions, too

He’s always leaving them on your chest, a spot where only he can see and no one else-

Speaking of exciting emotions,,,, Desk Sex

Like, c’mon you know this is a thing 

Miguel’s ass fantasizes about this

Like, either you bent over his desk or laying, spread out on his desk as he clasps his hand over your mouth, wow

When you're bent over his desk with one of your legs resting on his desk and the other leg on the ground, he’s tangling his hand into your hair as he pulls you back and moves to wrap it wrap your throat,

“Calladita, amor, no quieres que nos encuentren, verdad?”, as he’s thrusting deeply into you from behind and moves his other hand to rub your throbbing clit -ok, someone escort me out

Balcony Sex -that’s for another time,,

I feel like, the times when he comes home from his out of country/state trips, you’re already waiting for him on the bed with his favorite lingerie

He pauses from the door and lightly chuckles,

“Imaginate si alguien más o el pinche Clavel entra y no yo, amor”

Uggh, i can just see you lightly laughing as you get up and walk up to him and lead him to sit down on the bed

“Te extrañaba, mi amor”

You’re straddling him as he grabs hold of your hips and desperately kisses you-,

now usually he doesn’t prefer to be bottom, but when my baby is tired, he can’t even think

He’ll let you have your fun on top of him, like grounding your hips onto his and gripping his shoulders

The way you both let out deep breaths in sync when he’s inside of you-

Loves the way you’re desperately bouncing on him-

He’ll steady you on top of him once your hips start to stutter and your creasing your eyebrows,, he knows your going to stop soon

So he’ll move his hands to grip your ass and thrust up into you,,

“Dime cuanto me extrañabas” -wow

I just know this man can last the whole night making you see stars and only remember his name.

[ericsonclan]

Learning to Walk Again

Summary: Louis tries to help Clementine as she learns how to walk with her prosthetic leg.

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“Alright, you ready or do you need another minute?” Louis’ voice broke through Clementine’s thoughts and brought her back to this moment. She looked down at the wooden appendage laying where the bottom third of her leg used to be. Willy had been tinkering with the prosthetic for weeks now, with everyone else at Ericson giving their two cents on its design as well. When he had presented it to her this morning, Willy looked so excited that Clem had to lower her eyes for a second to hide her initial reaction. 

She knew he had stayed up nights struggling to create the leg and she deeply appreciated that, but somehow seeing Willy holding the leg out to her just made what had happened all the more real. She wasn’t dealing with a broken leg; those crutches weren’t simply a temporary fix. She would either depend on them the rest of her life or she would have to learn how to walk again with a hunk of wood for a leg.

Though most of the kids were caught up in the excitement of the new leg finally being revealed, Clem caught Louis’ frown as their eyes met. He could tell she wasn’t as happy about the prosthetic as they’d been expecting. When Willy offered to help her into it so she could start walking right away, Louis stepped in and suggested everybody give Clem some space while she got used to the new leg. 

Plucking the prosthetic from her limp hands, Louis had directed AJ to grab Clementine’s crutches. Once she was up, Clementine followed him over to the greenhouse where they’d be away from prying eyes as everyone went about their daily work.

It had taken some finagling to figure out how to buckle the bootstraps that kept the prosthetic in place, but with concentrated teamwork and a few jokes on Louis’ part they had finally gotten it secure. Now Clementine was simply staring at the prosthetic while Louis awkwardly twiddled his thumbs, not wanting to push her farther than she was ready to go. Finally, Clementine broke the silence.

“I’m ready,”

With concentrated effort, she began to rise up on her new leg, grasping Louis shoulders tightly. Louis kept his arms firmly around her waist, not wanting to risk a fall. Once she was stable, he loosened his grip slightly.

‘Everything alright so far?”

Clem grunted in response, trying to shift her weight.

“Y’know, comfort is one of the features we’re testing here, so be sure not to hold back on saying how it feels,”

“It doesn’t have to be comfortable, just functional,” Clementine responded, gritting her teeth as she tried to raise her good leg. She dropped it with a cry of pain, tilting backwards. Louis attempted to catch her, but ended up simply easing her fall to the ground.

“You alright? There’s no bleeding, right?” Louis frantically reached out to check her leg. Clementine angrily pushed his hand away.

“No, of course not! Just give me a minute, OK? I’ve got to catch my breath,”

Louis looked up toward the main building, searching his memory for something they could use as padding between the prosthetic and her stump. There were a lot of possibilities. He wasn’t sure what would work best.

“Clem?” Louis tried to catch her eyes, but they were glued to the ground. “Just wait a minute, OK? I’m gonna go grab something to use as padding. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” After waiting a few seconds and seeing that she wasn’t going to respond, Louis pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, glanced down to make sure her gun was securely holstered to her side, then went sprinting in the direction of the main building.

He returned after about five minutes, arms full of sheets, blankets, pillows, a curtain and other bits and bobs he’d picked up in his mad dash through the school. A moment of panic set in when Clementine wasn’t where he’d left her. 

But a stifled groan quickly drew his eyes about a dozen feet away where Clementine was desperately clinging to the ivy covered walls. With her chin set low in fierce determination, Clem dragged herself forward another step, her back turned to Louis. Her prosthetic dragged lamely across the ground, the hinge meant to simulate her ankle causing the foot piece to tilt behind the main trunk of the prosthetic.

 Clementine shook the leg to snap the part back in place, then took a shaky breath as she stabilized the leg. She was clearly dreading the next step. But she still went for it. As she attempted to place her weight onto the prosthetic, her body tensed in pain and she crumpled to the ground once more with an indignant, desperate cry.

Louis rushed over, dumping the load of fabric behind him. “Clem! Clem, are you okay?”

She turned herself around just as he reached her. Her body slumped against the wall in defeat. Sweat shone on her brow and her chest was heaving. She had never looked so exhausted. Yet as Louis reached out to brush a limp curl from her face, he didn’t see the despair he had expected in her face. Instead he saw a deep, silent fury.

“Wow, babe, you made it so far while I was gone! Usain Bolt who, amirite?” Louis chuckled nervously.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t try to lighten the mood. I know it’s what you do, but… I just can’t now. OK?”

“OK,” Louis agreed softly. “Whatever you need,”

“What I need is a new leg,”

He didn’t know how to respond to that.

Clementine sighed. “I’ve already wasted so much time. I knew it was foolish, stupid, to think this leg would be the answer, but if someone needs to fetch my crutches for me one more time…” Her voice broke and she bit her lip fiercely.

“Hey,” Louis whispered, putting a hand behind her head and bringing his forehead to touch hers. “Just breathe for a second, OK? Let me hear you breathe. C’mon, just like I’ve seen you do with AJ.”

Clem took a shaky breath, held it for a second, then let it out. She repeated this a few times as Louis kept his head pressed to hers. He could feel her heartbeat pounding through her forehead. Once it had calmed a bit, he pulled back and tried to look her in the eyes. When she finally raised her eyes to meet his, Louis’ heart broke when he saw how red-rimmed they were.

 He silently pulled his girlfriend into his arms, reorienting the two of them so that his back now rested against the wall while Clem’s lay on his shoulder. He felt his shirt grow damp as the tears Clem had been holding back finally came out. Tears began to run down Louis’ face as he listened to the girl he loved sobbing.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his fingers running through the ends of her hair. “I’m so sorry Clem. If I hadn’t jumped that fence, if I just stayed with you and AJ…”

“No,” Clem pushed herself off of his chest to sit straight. “No, Louis, don’t talk like that. You couldn’t have known what would happen,”

“But I should have been there for you! Fuck, Clem, you saved me just days before and this is how I repay you? If AJ hadn’t had the sense to do what he did, god, if we had found you any later than we did… I can’t lose you, Clem. I can’t lose anybody else,” Louis cupped Clem’s face with one hand, looking at her with determination. “I’m gonna be stronger Clem, you hear me? Everything’s gonna be OK. Aasim and I are bringing back food every day. Ruby’s been patrolling and patching the wall – nothing’s getting in that we don’t know about. And Willy’s going to keep working on your goddamn leg until he gets it right! We’re going to give you all the time you need, Clem, every day that you and Violet need to heal, we’ll give that to you. I’m not giving up, Clem. I’m gonna be here every step of the way till you get on your feet again. I won’t let you down,”

Now it was Clem’s turn to wipe the tears from her boyfriend’s eyes. God, to be in a situation like this, but to be in it with someone like Louis… she had thought for so long that AJ was all she needed. She would look out for AJ and he would look out for her to the bitter end. But now she had others by her side, a family who had stuck by her, a boy who was willing to hold her up when she didn’t have anything left to give. The world was unbelievably shitty. She’d known that for a long time. But the world had also given her Louis, which was more than she’d ever expected in this lifetime. Slowly, she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Thank you, Louis. For not giving up on me,”

“I’ll never give up on you,”

“I know,” Clementine murmured. “I may not always remember, but I know. I’m not giving up either.”

Louis smiled at that, pulling Clem into a tight hug. They stayed like that for a good 30 seconds before pulling apart and looking down at the prosthetic that stuck out from Clem’s leg at angle, sprawled across the ground. Louis sighed and let a rueful grin cross his lips. “I know it’ll break his little heart, but we gotta tell Willy that that things is a hunk of junk,”

Clem snorted. “C’mon, it’s not that bad. But you’re right, it does need some padding. Probably a tighter fit on the ankle joint as well,”

“Well, I believe that is some primo information we have garnered from this, our first of many experiments. Shall we return to the group and report back?”

“I’m right behind you,” Clem quipped. “Or I will be as soon as you grab my crutches,”

“As Her Majesty commands,” Louis said with a wink, lifting Clementine off of his lap and gently placing her on the ground before running to get her crutches. 

Clementine leaned forward to unbuckle the failed prosthetic from her stump, chucking it to the side with vindictive pleasure. Louis offered her a hand up, making sure she was secure on her crutches before reaching for the prosthetic then groaning as she noticed the pile of bedding that was scattered across the yard.

“I could take a pillow,” Clem offered. “Just stuff it under one of my arms. Or I could try balancing it on my head,”

“Na ah ah. As much of a delight as that would be to watch and we should totally make some sort of competition out of it at a later date, I will be cleaning up my own mess.” After running around for a few seconds, Louis had the towering pile of bedding under control with Clem’s prosthetic tucked under one arm. “After you milady,”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Clem made her way through the entrance to the greenhouse then looked back at him with a smile.

“Louis?”

“Hmmm?”

“Thank you for all your help today,”

“For you, my darling Clementine? Anything.”