#but i just went down to bed and went haha half an hour left of feelin like im twenny two oo oo oo and then realised that this is the last

[cowardstiel]

11:30pm night b4 my bday (✌️)and i’m holding back tears bc i’ll never be 22 and listening to taylor swift 22 again. now i really will be feeling like i’m 22 which is still a slay but i’m just lamenting the passage of time ig

[nadvs]

watch and learn (part eight)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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The Sunday morning sky is cloudy, offering hardly any sunlight to shine into your dorm room. Considering the tangled, dreary way you woke up feeling, it’s fitting.

Liv comes over with smoothies from an on-campus juice bar.

“They call this one Hangover Cure,” she says as she hands you a tall, plastic cup. “So I got us both the biggest size.”

You smile and thank her, feeling like you have more of an emotional hangover than a physical one. You sit up in your bed as she sits in your desk chair, swirling the straw in her drink.

“So, what happened last night?” she asks.

You shrug and look down. You’re not sure you should hook up with Rafe anymore. You don’t understand how he can call you perfect and beautiful and baby during sex, but when you’re clothed, he acts casual. At best. At worst, he’s just a jerk.

You did share a tender moment last night at the party, but it lasted mere seconds before he turned the conversation sexual again.

“What always happens. We hooked up and I went home.” You take a beat. “You actually think he likes me?” Your voice is thin as you recall Liv’s text from last night.

“The jealousy on his face when I told him you were with Blake… was something else,” she tells you. “And the way he left with you?”

She gives you a knowing look and takes a sip of her drink.

“Do you like him?” she asks. Liv’s already heard all about your arrangement with Rafe, but whenever she hinted that it could be more, you laughed it off. You don’t laugh this time.

“I’d be an idiot to like a guy who tells me from the get-go that would never tie himself down with a girlfriend,” you say. “The jealousy was because he might lose his favorite booty call.”

“If you say so,” she says. You force yourself not to feel any hope from her words.

You think about the way Rafe looked when you asked him about his family last night. It was a small glimpse into a side you hardly ever see.

He does have a heart underneath all the attitude and temper and ego. And it’s clearly damaged. But you’re not going to make a fool of yourself hoping he shows it to you again, let alone opens it up.

“Anyways, look what Blake texted me,” you say. When you hand Liv your phone and she reads the message, she puts her hand over her mouth in shock.

“This is so cute,” she coos. “A man who directly tells you he likes you? That exists?”

“Apparently,” you say. “I think I’m gonna say yes.”

“You should,” Liv replies. “But, and don’t kill me for asking, would you say yes to Rafe if he texted you this?”

“He wouldn’t,” you say confidently, taking back your phone. “Okay, stop holding out on me. You made out with Sam? How did that happen?”

Your friend tells you about the rest of her night and you’re appreciative of the break from your own thoughts.

About half an hour later, Rafe is coming back from the gym when he hears your laugh coming from your room. He can’t pass up the opportunity to pound on your door.

“Too loud!” he calls, passing by. Liv gets startled and you laugh again, recognizing his voice right away.

“Asshole,” you quietly mutter. Liv looks at you for a moment, no doubt noticing the smile on your face.

After she leaves, you look at Blake’s text again.

Gotta be honest. I wanted to kiss you when we were in my room but you make me really nervous haha. Can I take you on a date? A real one. Not just a study date lol. All good if you’re not into it. Let me know.

While you haven’t always necessarily felt an overwhelmingly strong pull to Blake, you definitely have a crush. You wanted him to kiss you last night. Maybe you could make each other happy.

You reply: you don’t have to be nervous :) a real date sounds nice.

When Blake responds, you plan to go out to dinner together on Wednesday night.

On Tuesday, one of your floormates knocks on your door to tell you she’s having a party in the common room that night. Since alcohol isn’t allowed in the building’s public areas, she lets you know the booze will be hidden to give the impression that it’s a dry party.

You decide to take the invitation. It’s nearing 9 pm when you enter the large room, its walls already packed with a crowd of students you’ve seen around the building.

Music is playing under the overlapping conversations and bottles of juice and soda are scattered around the room. You’re sure they’re all made to look innocent but are spiked with booze.

You dive into conversation with a girl who lives a floor above you when you pick up a solo cup and fill it with juice, barely glancing at the table as the overwhelming aroma of vodka hits you.

Rafe will never turn down an invitation to a party. When he comes through the door, he sees you standing by one of the couches and chatting with someone. Like always, you look pretty as hell.

He looks to one of the tables in the room to see stacks of different colored solo cups behind pieces of paper, words scribbled in marker. It must be some sort of party game.

The pink cups are behind a note that says Taken; the purple, Down to Smash, blue, Single; green, It’s Complicated.

He glances at you again to see you holding a purple cup. Down to smash?

You’ve been chatting for a while now, your cup empty and your head already sort of buzzing from how much vodka was in the bitter juice. You look up from your conversation to see Rafe gazing at you from across the room.

You hate how he can be so relaxed, in a simple t-shirt and jeans and messy hair, and still look so good.

He has a ridiculous effect on you. You accept this as a fact when you realize you’re overjoyed to see him. He’s captivating without even trying.

It’s the type of happiness you feel when you see a good friend, you tell yourself.

Your heart skips a beat when he crosses the space, closing the distance between you. You tell the girl it was nice talking to her before Rafe inevitably interrupts you.

He approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Interesting choice,” Rafe says.

“What?”

“That,” he mumbles, pointing to your cup.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you laugh.

Rafe silently nods his head towards the desk by the door. You glance over to see writing in front of each stack of cups.

“Oh,” you say, brushing past him to look down at the spread. “I didn’t know the colors meant anything.”

You can still taste the juice you drank. The vodka was good, but the juice wasn’t.

“Yuck, I hate this flavor,” you say. Rafe looks over at the bottle you must have poured from.

You study the cups, and if you’re really honest, the green cup is the most fitting. It’s Complicated. Because you’re not looking to casually hook up with anyone else, yet you’re not devoted to someone. Single makes you look like you’re hoping to be in a relationship, when you already sort of like two guys at once.

“What’s complicated?” Rafe asks when you pick it up. He wonders if it’s because of Blake.

You give him that look he’s so used to by now, that look that somehow irritates him and turns him on at the same time. At least you didn’t pick up the Taken cup. He can still touch you if you let him.

For a moment, he imagines a world where he isn’t in a frat. Where you two meet like this, at a dorm party, and he doesn’t have to watch you get slowly taken away by a guy he introduced you to.

“I can’t explain it. That’s what makes it complicated,” you flirt with a smug smile. You decide to put the cup back, still holding on to the empty purple one, figuring you’re tipsy enough for a school night.

“Why not?” he asks, muttering his words angrily.

“Is being mad, like your default state?” you ask with a small smile. “Or are you just jealous?”

“What the hell would I be jealous of?” Rafe’s eyes dart away.

“Blake,” you reply bluntly. His blue eyes meet yours.

Does he not know how transparent he is? He was pissed when he learned you were with Blake last night. He basically yanked you out of the party.

“You know you could easily find another girl to fuck around with, right?” you say. “I know of two, at least.”

You think back to the girl he had moaning in his room and the girl he made out with at the mixer party.

“I wanna fuck around with you,” he says. You let out a disillusioned chuckle.

“Charming,” you mutter. The response tells you everything you need to know. He’s mad because he’s losing a fuck buddy.

“Are you with him or not?” Rafe asks sternly.

The conversation has ignited an alluring tension between you. You were considering stopping the hook-ups. But you melt under his gaze, head swimming, core heating.

You’re nobody’s girlfriend. Why not have great sex with a friend while you’re available?

“I’m not,” you say, looking down at your purple cup. “I guess this was the right choice for tonight.”

Despite the irritation and jealousy gnawing at Rafe, he happily surrenders to the rush of excitement prickling his skin.

“Why aren’t we fucking then?” he asks.

“We?” you tease, pulling at the string making him jealous just a little more. “I was thinking I should find someone else and put all my practice to the test.”

“Shut up,” Rafe says with a lazy smile, taking the empty cup from you and placing it on the table, replacing it with his hand.

It’s almost funny, considering he was so against holding your hand the night on the boat, but now does it in front of a crowd of people.

His grip is tight as you leave the room together. Pulling you out of parties to get naked with you is becoming a new habit of his.

You’re glad he doesn’t suggest going to your room. It’s easier to leave him after the sex than to be left.

With that thought, a moment of self-restraint hits you when his door slams behind you and his lips are on yours, hands cupping your face.

“Turn on some music,” you pull back to tell him. “Loud.” Hopefully it’ll keep him from talking. His tender words are too much if you want to protect your heart.

He flips on a playlist on his speakers. Of course he has one at the ready. You bet he has turned it on for lots of other girls.

The first few notes play. You love this song. You knew what kind of party music he liked, but who knew you’d have the same taste in slow songs as Rafe does?

Rafe’s mouth finds yours again, his tongue swirling gently, his body curving into yours as you stand in the middle of his room, the gentle music filling your ears.

You both have your own pace, so in tune with each other now. He knows where to touch you and when, stripping layers off you between heated, deep kisses.

Once you’re in your bra and panties, you realize this might have to be the last time. Because his lips and hands feel damn near perfect as they roam over you. Because now you can only hope you find another man who can touch you and push you out of your comfort zone like this.

You urgently pull his shirt off and shift to sit on the edge of his desk, pulling him in, cupping his firm shoulders. Rafe smiles, amused by you taking control. You really aren’t shy anymore.

“You want me to fuck you on my desk?” he mumbles against your ear over the music. He spoke, but as long as it isn’t misleadingly romantic, you’re okay with it.

He unhooks your bra, squeezing your chest tenderly.

This is just sex. And with the confusion and uneasiness you’ve been feeling, you desperately want to get lost in the pleasure you know he can give you.

“Be rough with me,” you urge. Rafe’s stunned by your words, feeling himself throb with need.

“Look at you telling me what you want,” he praises in your ear, unbuttoning his jeans.

Once his pants and boxers are off, his hands grip your knees, aggressively pulling your legs apart. He presses over the dampness in your panties with his fingers, watching you through hooded eyes as your breath hitches.

“You wet for me?” Rafe mumbles. The moistness between your legs is palpable without you even needing to touch yourself.

“Might’ve made a mess,” you answer, looking down as he stimulates your clit, brushing over your moistened panties. Your words are so hot to him that he almost feels dizzy.

“Shit, baby,” he groans. “I can’t fucking wait to be inside you.” His fingers slip under the band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs.

He pushes your knees apart again, even rougher this time, massaging your bare pussy, coating his fingers in your arousal.

You’re so wet, so sticky, that his cock is aching at this point. He’s so glad you want it rough tonight.

Rafe finds the small of your back, nudging you forward so you’ll tilt your hips up how he wants you to. He takes a condom out of his drawer and you grab it out of his hand, ripping open the wrapper and holding his cock as you roll it down.

It’s intoxicating to him, seeing how bad you’re craving him. How’d he get so fucking lucky to be wanted like this?

Once he can guide his tip into you, he shifts to hold your hips down and look you in the eyes as he jerks into you hard.

The sudden jolt causes you to hit the back of your head on edge of his top shelf and while you giggle, his brows furrow in concern. He brings his hand up, resting it where you hit your head, thrusting into you again and letting the shelf dig into his skin instead.

The gesture is tender but then again, almost everything Rafe does during sex is tender. Why can’t he be like this all the time?

His other hand cups your cheek, pulling back and pushing into you hard again. Your breath hitches at the pressure of him curving up into you like this in the new position.

His thrusts start quickening, the desk rattling against the wall, the music throbbing within the walls of his room. Your pulse is skyrocketing as you take in his aggressive pressure.

“Feel good?” he murmurs.

You nod, lost in the pleasure, eyes rolling. He gently tugs at the roots of your hair, coaxing you to tilt your head back and look at him with your eyelids half-closed and lips parted.

“Fuck, that’s nice,” he whispers. “Like you were made for me.”

This is the shit that brings your heart into something that is only supposed to be about your body.

You press your fingers against his mouth to shut him up, but he takes the opportunity to shift and kiss your palm as he pushes into you.

“Don’t say that stuff,” you mumble.

“What?” he whispers with a mocking chuckle. “Thought I taught you to take compliments.”

“Just don’t,” you urge, leaning in to meet his lips again. Rafe kisses you hard but pulls back, forehead pressed up against yours.

“You still don’t think you’re perfect?” he rasps.

“It’s… it’s not that,” you say. Fuck. He’s just making it worse.

“I thought talking was good,” he says, almost in a whine.

“Just stop,” you tell him, kissing him again.

Rafe hates being told not to speak when all he wants to do is tell you how good you feel, but he gives into the confusing request when he hears the desperation in your tone.

Hell, he’d stop talking for days if it meant he could have you like this.

He deepens the kiss, trapping your bottom lip between his teeth. You groan at the sweet pain, shifting to wrap your arms around his body.

This position isn’t enough. You want him to be able to thrust into you as deep as possible.

“On the bed,” you say urgently. He hates pulling out of you but follows your instructions, watching you drop your feet to the floor.

When you sink onto the bed, your ass in the air, your pussy glistening, his stomach rolls with excitement. He settles behind you, propped on his left knee and his right foot, guiding into you again, watching his cock disappear as you swallow him.

You arch your back and groan, your pulse hard in your ears as he goes balls deep into you. He starts to go so hard that you feel like he’s splitting you open with every frantic thrust, your fingers bunching into his pillow.

The music is too loud. He wants to hear your pretty moans. He shifts off of the bed and you look back in confusion, watching as he shuts off the music and comes back, burying into you again.

“I wanna hear you,” he says. You rest your forehead onto the bed, pushing back onto him as he slams into you. Admittedly, you want to hear him, too.

Your breaths are shallow with his fast pace, sweat coating your skin. His stomach is starting to ache from how hard he’s working his muscles.

“Touch yourself,” he orders. “Cum with me.”

You shudder as you find your swollen clit, rubbing just the way you like while he pounds in and out of you. Rafe loves the way his hands look gripping your hips, your ass recoiling with every move.

“You take it so good,” he says, voice ragged. “This pussy is mine. You’re fucking mine.”

You hate that his possessive words sound so nice to you. A deep pleasure starts to roll through you, your orgasm slowly reaching you. He can tell with the way you’re tensing that you’re close and he goes even harder, your skin slapping.

You moan and shudder through your peak, clenching around him. Rafe’s groan is deep as he feels his cock swell and tighten, releasing and spasming with hard jerks.

His chest is heaving as he pulls out, watching you limp to your side, your face soft and satisfied.

Rafe doesn’t bother to stand and clean up yet. He’ll worry about it later. He gives into the impulse to lie down behind you, his body curving against yours, arm wrapping over your chest.

Your eyelids are heavy as you come down from the high, thinking about the things he said.

“Turns out you need more pointers,” you say between heavy breaths. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that to a girl when you don’t mean it.”

“Like what?” he says into your ear.

“You know what,” you say. “I’m not yours.”

Rafe knows he fucked up by saying that. That’s the kind of shit a boyfriend would say. And he so clearly isn’t the boyfriend type and you so clearly see him as just a friend.

“Why are you so mad, huh?” he says, trying to dismiss the tension. “You’re acting like me in… what’d you call it… my default state?”

You laugh despite yourself. He feels an overwhelming sense of pride from making you smile when you’re clearly upset.

You try to sit up, but his arm is locked around you. His breath is warm and comforting on the back of your neck.

He doesn’t understand where you’re rushing off to. You told him aftercare was important. And for fuck’s sake, now he actually wants you to say and let him hold you for a little while.

You don’t like this. You two are getting dangerously close to cuddling. It’s like he’s trying to make you catch feelings for him. Just because he can separate affection from emotion, doesn’t mean you can.

“Hate to make you sad but I gotta go,” you quip. He exhales mockingly.

“I don’t get sad,” he says bitterly. This makes you still.

With those simple words, Rafe has said so much. You knew he was emotionally unavailable, but the clear disgust he has with the possibility of feeling sad is telling.

“Everyone gets sad,” you say. You think back to his father’s cruel scolding. “And if anyone makes you feel like you’re wrong for being sad, they’ve got their own issues.”

Rafe can’t wrap his head around this. He’s been told to man up all his life.

“Did you fall asleep?” you ask with a chuckle after he doesn’t reply.

“No,” he says quietly. “You honestly believe that?”

“What?”

He’s silent again.

“That it’s okay to be sad, you mean?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

“Of course,” you say. “What, you don’t?”

“It’s weak.”

You stare ahead at the wall opposite his bed, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but you think you can feel his heartbeat against your back. It’s gotten faster.

“Do you really think that? Or did someone make you think it?” you ask.

Rafe has never been challenged like this before. Whenever his father berated him for simply getting close to crying, he was told to grow a backbone. To stop his whining. His whole life.

“I really think that,” he finally says. If sadness wasn’t weakness, why did it always make him feel like he was breaking from the inside?

His coldness makes so much more sense to you now. It seems Rafe doesn’t allow himself to feel anything but anger.

“It’s a good thing you’re not the relationship type,” you say with a sardonic laugh. “Some advice, though? If you ever find a girl you want to be serious with, don’t make her feel shitty for being sad. It’s not weak to have feelings.”

Rafe wants to know if you said he’s not relationship material because he told you himself or if you really think it.

Then he scowls to himself. Why the fuck does he care?

“You’re just full of advice tonight,” he says with a smirk, his hand running over your ass.

“That’s why we started this, isn’t it?” you reply, closing your eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation. “Speaking of, consider therapy.”

Rafe playfully and gently slaps your ass and you giggle, squirming out of his grip. When you try to get up again, this time, he lets you.

His eyes take you in as you pull your clothes back on, his head propped up on his hand, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. You look at him, noticing how flushed he is from how hard he went.

Normally, being watched like this would make you nervous, but you’re fine with his eyes on you. You actually like it. You’re not sure if it’s because of Rafe or if you’d feel this way with any guy now.

Rafe watches you as you get dressed, getting deep in your thoughts like you do sometimes. How are you so damn cute?

You’re reconsidering your idea of if this should be the last time having sex with him. It feels too good. You’re still buzzing. While you’re single, why can’t you casually hook up with him?

“Fuck, you’re fun,” Rafe says, his bright smile and deep dimples melting your heart.

Okay. This is why you can’t. You started this because you basically hated him when you decided on it. Now, you can’t imagine hating the sweet, complicated man lying in bed watching you.

Maybe this was the last time.

“I know,” you respond with a smile, copying his cockiness. You finish dressing yourself and rush out to take a shower, wishing the water could wash away the complicated feelings bothering you.

The next night, an hour before Blake said he’d pick you up, you’re getting ready, music playing loudly from your computer.

Rafe is trying to make sense of a syllabus as your music floats into his room. He thinks of last night and immediately wonders if you’re hosting someone. And having sex with them.

As you try on your third outfit, your phone buzzes.

Rafe: loud af… do i need to tell on you

You smirk.

You: dude it’s not even quiet hours

You calling him dude reminds him of the way you called Blake babe the other night. He forces away the memory.

Rafe: partying by yourself?

You: yup getting ready for a date

Rafe looks up from his screen, disappointment wrapping around him like a heavy blanket he can’t shake off.

His stomach sinks hard. Harder than it did the other night at the ABC party when he heard you were upstairs with Blake.

You’re slipping away from him. Anger pools in his stomach but he tries to act casual, teasing you like he always does.

Rafe: who tf would date you lol

You roll your eyes at the text.

You: people with taste… jerk

Rafe: just kidding

You: hate u

Blake pulls up in front of the dorm building ten minutes late, apologizing profusely for his timing. You laugh and forgive him, sliding into his car to see he got you a bouquet of flowers.

He takes you to a restaurant off-campus, pulling out your chair. You sit across from him, taking in the way he’s sitting up straight.

“You look cute,” he says.

“Thanks. You clean up nice, too,” you say. “Compared to the plastic bags you were in the last time I saw you.”

Blake’s smile is big, his laugh gentle.

“You have fun at the party?” he asks.

“I did.” And after it in Rafe’s dorm.

“Cool,” he replies. You nod, looking down at the menu. The way conversation between you moves reminds you of your study date. It’s not painfully awkward, but it’s not seamless.

You figure it’s nerves.

When your food arrives, Blake takes a picture of the table. Once you start eating, your discussion starts to flow a little easier, making jokes and pulling from topics you’ve discussed over the phone since you started texting.

Blake’s a gentleman, parking to walk you up to your door after he drives you home. His hand ghosts over your shoulder as you walk through the hallway, his touch warm.

When you stop in front of your door, Rafe can hear you talking. He saw Blake’s Instagram story. It was just a photo of food at a restaurant, but it doesn’t take a genius to know he was with you. The date you had was with him.

“You really liked the food?” Blake asks you for the third time. You chuckle at his nervousness.

“You picked well,” you reassure. “And thanks for the flowers.”

How original, Rafe thinks. He got you flowers.

A group of fellow residents pass by laughing. If Blake tries to kiss you, you probably won’t like it in such a public space.

“That was fun,” you say, stepping back a little, hoping he gets the hint that this isn’t the place to make a move.

“It was. Oh, we’re going to the beach on Saturday,” Blake tells you. “Not everyone, just a few of us. Bring Liv. Between you and me, Sam likes her.”

“Yeah?” you say with a laugh. “Sure. That sounds fun. I’ll invite her, too.”

“Great,” he replies, nodding.

“Good night,” you say. Blake gives you a tight grin and echoes the sentiment, stepping back to give you the space to open your door.

Rafe finds a text Sam sent him a few hours ago.

Sam: you alive?

Rafe hasn’t been to the frat house since the party last Saturday night. To be honest, he’s not sure how he can handle being around Blake. He can’t exactly lose his temper on his brother. His future at the frat will be shot.

But he wants to be at the beach if you’ll be there.

Rafe: yes lol whats the move this weekend

Thankfully, Sam mentions the beach plan Rafe overheard about. Maybe he loves to torture himself. Or maybe he just wants to take every opportunity to see you.

You pull up to the beach in Liv’s car on Saturday. The boys picked a good day to swim. It feels like a heat wave.

When you find the group of six guys, you’re happy to see that Rafe is one of them. He’s in his swim shorts, his baseball hat on backwards like usual.

“Didn’t know you’d be here,” you say when he notices you. “Gross.”

“Shut up,” Rafe says with a smirk, flipping you off. He takes in how good you look in your dress, eager to see the bikini underneath. “Why the hell did you come? Brothers only.”

“Am I not basically one of you now?” you say, leaning over to greet Blake with a side-hug. Rafe’s smile disappears and he looks away.

Blake hands you a bottle of flavored seltzer and you look down at it, cocking your head, trying to figure out how to kindly turn it down. It’s the same flavor of spiked juice you drank last night.

“She doesn’t like that flavor,” Rafe mutters.

Blake meets his gaze, pulling the drink back towards his chest.

“Oh, yeah,” he says. Funny enough, you actually mentioned not liking it on your date when you were swapping hangover stories. He looks at you. “I knew that. Sorry.”

“All good,” you chuckle. “What else you got?”

Blake leads you to the large cooler in the sand and you steal a glance at Rafe, whose jaw is clenched tight.

As the afternoon goes on, you realize Blake is less nervous talking to you when other people are around.

The eight of you play a game of beach volleyball. Rafe considers Blake lucky that he’s on the same team as him. He’d whip the ball at him every chance he got if he were on the other side of the net.

At one point, Sam serves it so hard that you have to duck onto the sand, the ball bouncing off your arm, leaving a stinging feeling.

“You trying to kill her?” Liv scolds her teammate. You feel a hand cupping your forearm.

“You good?” You look up to see Rafe leaning over you, his voice deep.

“Yeah,” you say. Rafe is pissed off beyond belief that Blake is just standing there like an idiot, watching you instead of making sure you’re okay.

“You alright?” Blake asks from his place on the court in front of you.

“Yellow card worthy,” you joke, getting up on your feet.

When the game wraps up after you all decided to stop keeping score ages ago, Blake approaches you, looking down at you with a shy smile.

“You wanna swim?” he asks.

“Sure,” you say.

The water is so cold that it feels sharp, leaving you and Blake to laugh together with every step into the sea.

Rafe is sitting in the sand with his buddies, watching Blake’s hand find yours. The view makes his stomach turn.

It seems natural between you two, the way you touch, the way you splash each other and laugh together.

He gets the same feeling he did the night of the mixer party, when he felt like his anxiety over losing you wasn’t just because he was losing great, casual sex. It’s not only that. It’s more. And that fact makes him uncomfortable.

But that shit just doesn’t come naturally to Rafe. Affection is like a foreign language to him. He’s not into the boyfriend stuff solely because he doesn’t want to do it. It’s also because he can’t. He doesn’t know how to.

Buying flowers, planning dates… he’d feel totally lost. He can’t compete with Blake. Like Rafe always says, doing something serious like dating in college is a waste of time. Maybe he believes that because he didn’t think he’d meet someone like you. And because he doesn’t want to fail at it.

You and Blake stop when you figure you’re deep enough in the water, the sand soft beneath you, the sun shining down.

“I keep messing up today,” he says.

“What?” He looks down, shaking his head, lips twisting adorably. These cute, little moments remind you of why you have a crush on him.

“Can I kiss you?” Blake asks.

You smirk, relieved that you can finally do this and feel if your physical chemistry is there like you think it is.

When Rafe sees two figures join in the distance, his heart drops.

(part nine)

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[not-magdi]

-one too many / Pablo Gavi

Warnings: None, maybe Alkohol

Words: 835

Reading Time: 3min 20sec

A/N

Hey guys, long time no see huh. Well today was the first day I had really a free minute as I'm currently organizing prom so I'm stressed haha. Well I still hope you enjoy my story,

Love y'all Magdi <3

It was around midnight, and you were sitting on your couch, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, watching some movie you found on Netflix. Pablo was going out with some friends tonight, and even though he asked you to tag along, you preferred to stay in today, wanting to get some things done for work. 

Pablo wasn't that happy with your decision, but he accepted it with a pout. He and his friends left around 9 o'clock, so you expected him to be home around one or two in the morning. You didn't mind him coming home late. Pablo is mostly really strict with himself, so you let him have his fun, and even though Pablo told you to not wait for him every time, you still stayed awake (or tried to) so you could fall asleep together. 

You were on your way to the kitchen, needing some caffeine to stay awake until Pablo came home. Your head is stuck in your pantry as you hear your phone ring. Confused about who would call you this late, you rush back to the living room, thinking it is an emergency. 

Your worry only grew as you saw the name of one of Pablo's best friends on your phone screen. You pick up the phone as quickly as you can. 

"Hey Ale, is everything ok?!" 

"Hey Y/N. Yeah everything is fine, your boyfriend just had one ... maybe three drinks to much." You heard him laugh over the loud music of the club. 

"Me and Fermín will bring him home now, he has been asking where you are for the past half hour." 

"Yeah, that's a good plan, I'll see you then. Has he fallen down somewhere already?" You ask, laughing to yourself. You see, Pablo had a bit of a habit when he had too much to drink. And that was totally ignoring where he was going. One time, the two of you were going out with some friends at a club near the beach, and at some point on your way home, Pablo just slid down the little bank that led to the beach. You didn't even realise he was gone until you heard his giggles from the beach.  

"No he hasn't fallen down anywhere yet, but we keep an eye on him." You heard him laughing over the phone.

Laughing to yourself, you say bye to Ale and hang up, starting to prepare a few things for when Pablo comes home, like aspirin and lots and lots of water. 

Half an hour later, you heard the doorbell ring and before said door stood Ale and Fermín, who held up a very drunk Pablo, who was smiling from one ear to the other. 

"Oh god, what did he do?" You ask his friends, who also have a smile on their faces. But as soon as Pablo heard your voice, his head whipped up. "Y/N!" 

He wriggled himself free from the grip of his friends and stumbled into your arms. 

"Oh, I missed you sooooo much!" He mumbled into your neck, his warm breath tickling your neck. 

"But you just saw me 3 hours ago, Pablito." You exclaim, laughing.

"I know, that's way too long." 

With the help of Fermín and Ale, you got Pablo inside, with a few little accidents on the way as Pablo kept running into every shelf you owned in this house. 

But now you finally have him where you want him to be, and after saying goodnight to Pablo's friends, you start the mission: getting Pablo ready for bed. 

"Come on Amor, you have to brush your teeth."

"But I don't want tooooo."

Sighing, you try to think of a way to convince your toddler of a boyfriend to brush his damm teeth. 

"OK Pablo, if you brush your teeth now, I will give you a kiss."

At that, his eyes went wide, and you never saw anyone grab his toothbrush faster than Pablo did at that moment. Giggling at his antics, you walk out of the bathroom into your shared bedroom to lay some pyjamas out for him. 

Surprisingly, convincing him to change into his pyjamas went more effortless than you thought. So now you were laying in bed, Pablos head on your chest, your hand stroking through his soft hair. Pablo's soft whisper broke the comfortable silence you were in. 

"I believed I was promised a kiss Querida." 

"Oh, were you now?"

"Mhm, yes." 

"Well, I can't break my promise now, can I?"

You grab Pablo's chin with your hand to make him look at you and place your lips against his soft ones in a quick kiss. 

"Happy now?" 

"Yup, as happy a ever." 

"Well then, goodnight Pablo, sleep well."  

You waited for an answer, but all you heard were Pablo's soft snores as he already fell asleep on your chest. With a smile on his face, you look at the aspirin lying on his bedside table, knowing he is gonna have the headache of his life tomorrow. 

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[slaybestieslay946]

Your last uncle!percy fic was EVERYTHING and I was wondering if you could write another one in the same universe where reader and Luke go out on a date so Percy and annabeth babysit? And maybe more interaction with Percy and reader? Feel free to make it your own juts thanks so so much for your contribution to the Luke lovers with that last one you posted haha

Date Night

MASTERLIST

word count: 1000

pairing: luke castellan x posiedon!reader

warnings: none!

a/n: icl Luke is kinda a minor character in this one, and i chose to just have Percy in it coz i felt like it made more sense?? idk hope you enjoyed love u anon

“Ok, so, dinner’s in the fridge, as well as formula for Violet. James normally goes to bed at 8, but I told him he can stay up later if he wants.” 

You explained, as you flitted around the kitchen with a list in one hand and a clutch in the other. Your brother followed after you with an attentive expression on his face. 

Tonight was you and Luke’s first date night since Violet was born, and you had been looking forward to it for weeks. You’d spent the last two hours getting ready, and now it was just a matter of making sure everything was prepared for your favourite babysitter, Percy. 

You stood at the door, peering down at the list while you husband sat on the stairs, tying his shoelaces. 

“Honey, did I forget anything?”

“Hm, did you tell him about the thermostat?”

“Oh, shit yeah.” You turned to Percy, “The thermostat is broken, so if you need to turn on the radiators or anything you’ll have to do it by hand, but I mean, it’s summer so you shouldn’t need to.” 

“Ok cool. Sounds good.” 

“Alright. I think that’s everything. You have a good night, and call if you need anything or have any questions-!”

You were about to go on another spiel about caring for your youngest daughter's specific needs when your husband swept an arm around your waist and practically dragged you out of the apartment. 

“Thanks man, see you at 11!” Luke shouted, giving Percy a quick thumbs up before shutting the door behind you both. 

“Why’d you push me out!” You asked as you both began making your way down the stairs.

“Coz you need to trust your little brother and relax. He’s a good guy.” 

“I know that.” You pouted, “But I also know that he can be a bit scatterbrained sometimes, the boy needs detailed instructions.”

“That’s exactly my point babe. He’s not a boy anymore.”

“God don’t remind me. It makes me feel old.” 

“Sorry. You're not old. Now, stop stressing about Percy and enjoy the date night you incredible husband has so kindly planned out.”

You giggled lightly, rolling your eyes, but agreeing nonetheless.

*

The date went perfectly, and you were back by 10. When you walked inside the house, you were pleasantly surprised to see that it was still standing, and your son hadn’t managed to cause a mess while you were gone like he usually did. 

Luke went up to check on Violet, meanwhile you made your way into the living room, where you could still hear the low hum of the TV in the background. 

In the room, you could see your brother, and your son curled up on the sofa, both of them fast asleep, and snoring slightly. On the TV Cars were playing (James’ favourite), and on the table there were a few mostly empty bowls of snacks. 

You laughed quietly, remembering the movie nights you and Percy had had all those years ago. 

After you left Camp half blood to go to college, he’d come over to your house a few times during the school year, in which you’d have movie marathons, pillow fights, and intense mario kart competitions. 

It’d always end the same, with the both of you passing out on the couch at 2 in the morning, cheeto dust covering your fingers and popcorn kernels all over the floor. 

They were some of your favourite times with your half-brother, when you could forget the worry of getting killed by monsters or the like, and have fun with your only sibling. 

“Hey, Perce.” You whispered, shaking him slightly. It didn’t take much to wake him, and soon his eyes were fluttering open. 

“Oh, Y/N. You’re back already?” 

“Yeah, it’s 11:30.”

“Really?!” He asked, loudly, and you quickly shushed him, pointing to the sleeping child beside him. 

Percy slapped his hand over his mouth, mumbling apologies. You rolled your eyes at him, helping the man off the sofa and leading him out of the living room and towards the spare bedroom (aka Luke’s office).

“You can stay here tonight if you want? It’s pretty late.” 

Your statement was confirmed by a loud yawn from Percy, to which he begrudgingly nodded. 

You directed him to sit in the nearby armchair whilst you grabbed the sheets from the cupboard and began to make up the bed for him. 

“How was James?” 

“We had a great time. He’s a good kid y’know?”

“Yeah.”

“It reminds me of our old movie nights.” He said, his voice slightly wistful. He had always been so sentimental, just like you. 

“Funny. I was thinking the same thing.” 

“Do you remember that time we got snowed in?” He asked, laughing lightly at the memory. 

“Of course! And the snow was so high the pizza delivery man had to climb in through the window!”

You both erupted into fits of giggles and you had to pause in your bed-making to finish laughing. 

“I really appreciate everything you did for me, Y/N.” He declared suddenly, staring off into space. 

“I didn’t do that much Perce. You give me too much credit.” 

“No, I really mean it. You did your best to give me a normal childhood, and looked after me like I was your real brother.” 

You frowned, “You are my real brother. Just like James is your real nephew. And I helped you because you were a good kid who deserved it. You earned the life you have now. We all did.” 

He broke into a bright grin at that, standing up from the armchair to give you a big hug. You could still remember when he was so much smaller than you, just a kid. Now he was an adult, and taller than you (although that mop of curly hair gave him some extra height). Still, despite how tall he got, you were certain he’d always be your little brother.

“Thanks Y/N.”

“No problem kid.”

[pablitogavii]

Hiii, can you do pool sex with Gavi in ibiza? lots of love x

Hot Summer Days

Today y'all decided on a pool day at the villa you were staying at wanting to stay in and just spend some time together in peace.

Pablo usually doesn't mind people walking up to him for photos but he does get annoyed that every time he goes out there is another 'rumor' about him plastered on the internet. So he prefers to stay in his known circle of friends.

You changed into a red bikini and joined Aurora and the boys outside certainly catching boy's attention. Javi chuckled into Aurora's ear pointing at Pablo's stunned face.

"If you don't close your moth, you will drool hermano!" she teased him and he rolled his eyes walking up to you and pulling you into his grasp.

"Mm you're torturing me with that bikini princesa.." he whispered into your ear and you blushed knowing how easily Pablo gets turned on (he's 18 haha) and kinda liking the effect you have on him.

"I thought you'd like it cariño??" you say innocently and he caught onto your game pulling you even closer and leaving kisses on your neck.

"Oh I do like it..a lot..but if they don't stop staring you down, I will poke their eyeballs out!!" he said and you chuckled shaking your head and wrapping your eyes around Pablo's neck while kissing his lips.

"This is all for you Pablito..for you to watch..and touch..and take off later" you whispered the last part and Pablo felt his shorts tighten at the thought of taking that bathing suit off your body and having you all to himself.

"Alright, that's it! She's coming with me cause we have things to gossip about!" Aurora snatched you from Pablo's grasp and you giggled while he shamelessly clenched his jaw while checking you out from behind.

"You're a lucky cabrón hermano..." Ale said and Pablo snapped his fingers in front of his face making him look at him instead of your ass.

"She's all mine, sabes!?" Pablo said and his friend raised his hands up in surrender before they both laughed and went to play some music on the speakers.

No even half an hour later, Pablo found himself sitting in the pool with his friends but unable to move his eyes from your bum as you laid on the lounge bed with Aurora sipping on your cocktail and chatting about some girl stuff.

Damn your ass was so round..and juicy..and delicious..joder Pablo! Fucking focus!

"The sun is hot today, don't you think chicos?? Maybe you should go help your girl put some sunscreen on Pablo??" Mario suggested and all the boys knew what he was aiming at as they caught Pablo staring at your ass.

"Yeah, it's not like that would give you an excuse to touch her.." Ale added and Pablo flipped them off but did what they suggested getting out of the pool and walking towards you when Aurora left to the bathroom.

"Hola nena.." he said sitting on the towel beside you and you moved slightly still on your laying on your stomach to be able to see his face.

"Hola cariño. How's the water?" you say and he said it was refreshing although he felt very much hot right now.

"The sun is very strong today..shouldn't you put some sunscreen on preciosa??" Pablo said feeling dumb for listening to his friends but also hoping you would let him 'help you' like he planned.

"You're right! I forgot..um could you" but you didn't even need to finish that sentence since Pablo already grabbed the bottle and started rubbing some sunscreen on your butt. You smirked wanting to play with him a little.

"I was gonna say give it to me but looks like you needed an excuse to touch me Pablito??" you say and he looks at you smirking a little while leaning closer to whisper into your ear.

"Let me enjoy myself just a little bit preciosa..." and with that he kept massaging your ass and you blushed letting him have him waited moment. He applied sunscreen on your back, legs and arms as well but then once again returned to your ass.

I am sure my ass is well protected now Pablito.." you smirk and he shrugs nodding his head and seeing that his sister was returning from the bathroom. He tapped it one last time before putting away a sunscreen, kissing your lips and whispering into your ear "meet me at the hot tub" before leaving.

"He can't even leave you alone for an hour.." Aurora teased laying back down and you told her you needed to head inside for a moment before sneaking towards the hot tub which was secluded on the opposite side of the villa.

"Cariño??" you whispered seeing that nobody was in the hot tub but then suddenly strong arms wrapped around your body and hot kisses were left on your shoulder and neck.

"Ughh mi amor..I need you right now..so badly" he groaned as you both went into the hot tub and he grabbed you with his arms making your thighs wrap around his waist and his lips attacked yours passionately.

"Umm..Pablo..what if they come here?" you say pulling away from the kiss listening to reason but he reassured you boys will not come and they will keep Aurora away. You couldn't resist any longer..not with the way he was kissing you right now.

He slowly pulled your bikini to the side and pulled himself out before fitting deep inside of you shutting your moans with his mouth on yours. He let you adjust to his size before slowly moving and making your head fall back as he was fucking you with so much passion the whole world was spinning.

"Aahh..please..please don't stop!" you said and he reassured you that you have all the time you need and that he will never stop loving you like this. Your nails scratched his back and he groaned feeling your walls clench around his member.

"Just like that angel..clench around me like a good girl! J..joder!" he spoke into your ear as you were both chasing your highs kissing every available inch of each other's skin.

"Pa..blo..I'm so close! Fuck!" you moaned feeling his reach his high which sent you over the edge as you both moaned into each other's mouths catching your breaths.

"Joder! I love vacations and I love you! So freaking much!" he said and you both giggled calming down and fixing yourselves up before he carried you bridal style back to the pool.

He placed you on the bed besides his sister kissing your lips lovingly.

"Yo te amo!" he said and you said it back before he left to join his friends in the pool.

"Um..I ran into him and he carried me back..." you lied to Aurora although you both knew how absurd that sounded so you both laughed.

"You have no self control perro!" Cristo teased Pablo who rolled his eyes looking towards your blushed face proudly.

"Neither would you if your girl wore that bikini.." he smirked to himself proud that you were all his truly feeling like a lucky cabrón.

[kaialone]

Official Guilty Gear Anthology- Short Story "Night at the May Ship" (English Translation)

This will be a full English translation of the short story "Night at the May Ship", written by KOHカピバラ (KOH Capybara)

It’s the fourth out of five short stories included in the "Official Guilty Gear Anthology", which was available online for a limited time only from April 1st to April 8th 2024, as part of April Fools’ Day celebrations.

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Night at the May Ship

"…And then, the legless warrior said to me…"

I put on an ominous voice. May and April held their breath.

"…Give me…

Give me your sword!!"

"Eeeeeek!!!!"

They both screamed and clung onto each other.

Haha, if it scared them that much, telling that story was worth it.

Today, May invited me and Delilah over to her ship.

Really, I meant to send Delilah off by herself, but she begged me to come along.

If I do anything that upsets her when she gives me that look, it takes forever for her to quit sulking.

When that happens, I get stuck with laundry duty for a week. And I do not want that.

I was planning on going home by myself after dinner, but then May insisted that I stay the night.

"Alright, story time's over. I'm going to bed. You girls oughta sleep, too."

Smiling, May and April went "Okay~" before heading to their beds.

I scanned the room for Delilah. Seems like she dozed off during my story. She was sound asleep on the guest bed.

After I told the three of them goodnight and heard May and April's replies, I slowly closed the door.

Then, I sat by myself in the ship's dining room. Drinking the rest of my sake, smoking my pipe, waiting until I'd feel sleepy.

Around half an hour later, I heard a noise coming from the hallway.

pitter

At first I thought it was just one of the pirates walking around, so I didn't pay it any mind.

It sounded like someone was randomly stumbling around the hallway in front of the dining room.

pitter, patter

The sound kept going on like this with no clear pattern.

I got a bit curious and stuck my head out of the door, to ask what was happening in the hallway.

It was as dimly lit as before. The temperature had gotten a bit colder compared to the dining room, though. Perhaps someone turned up the air conditioning?

But I didn't see anybody around. The ship's air made my lips feel dry.

Finding it suspicious, I went to sit down on the couch in the dining room, gave the stem of my pipe a good smack, and let the leaves fall into the ashtray.

Just then, the sound came from the hallway again.

pitter, patter

"Is there anything you're scared of?"

I remembered that the pirate Octy had asked this while we were having dessert after dinner.

Because of that, we all started talking about ghosts, and along the way I somehow ended up telling that ghost story.

In truth, I've never thought of ghosts or spirits as scary.

Now that the Theory of Magical Science has been developed as much as it has, most things can be explained just by saying "it's magic."

Still…

pitter, patter

pitter, patter

pat

The sound seemed to have stopped right in front of the dining room.

It wasn't even summer, yet I felt sweat run down my neck.

I didn't… have my sword.

When we boarded the ship, I left all my weapons with July and Augus.

I braced myself and stood up, deliberately stomping my feet as I approached the door.

After taking a deep breath, I grabbed it by the knob and swung it open without further hesitation.

There was nothing there but the dim hallway.

I sighed with relief.

"Big Sis."

"D'aaargh!!"

The source of the voice was none other than Delilah, standing in the hallway, off to the side.

She was right in my blind spot, so I didn't notice her.

"…O-Oh, it's you, Delilah. What's wrong, I thought you were asleep."

I might've been flustered and started talking a little too fast.

Delilah looked down as she muttered her answer.

Apparently, she was wandering around because she didn't know where the bathroom was.

"…"

I let out a long sigh and took Delilah to the bathroom.

She was still looking down after she was done, and so I sent her back to bed.

Just before she entered the room, I heard her mumble "good night."

As for me, I went to a guest room they had prepared.

I fell into bed as soon as I'd untied my hair.

Slowly, the tension left my body.

…Actually, the bathroom was diagonally across from the room that Delilah and the others were sleeping in. It was just a few steps away.

As a courtesy, it even had a sign by it that clearly read "TOILET", illuminated with a night light, so one should be able to see it in the dark.

In other words…

"She was just pretending to be asleep, huh."

So, she did listen to my ghost story.

She must have feigned sleep, so no one would see that she was scared.

That's why she missed her chance to use the bathroom earlier, I bet.

And then she was wandering around in the dark, probably contemplating whether she should call out to me or not.

My lips curled into a faint smile. Now I was starting to relax.

Maybe I'll tease her a bit about it tomorrow. It'll probably drive her up the wall. It might even earn me two weeks of laundry duty. Though maybe that won't be so bad…

Savoring the feeling of satisfaction that softly spread within me, I let myself slip into a pleasant slumber.

End.

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[malereadermaniac]

Go to bed ~ Leon Kuwata x Male Reader

Leon trying to flirt word count: 650 m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

It was early in the evening, 9pm sharp

You'd been scrolling mindlessly on tiktok for the past hour

You come across a video you felt you just needed to share, so you post it on your Insta story

Hoping you can making your friends giggle at it

Of course, Sayaka replies to it, and the two of you spiral into a conversation

But halfway through your convo with Sayaka, you get a message from none other than Leon

You and Leon were good friends, you liked the red-head, you went to hid games and cheered him on louder than anyone else

He fucking loved it when he heard your voice in the crowd

Leon had recently realised he had the fattest crush on you, so he did what any reasonable person would do and asked a friend for help

However, that friend he asked was Mondo.

Who encouraged Leon to talk to you as much as he could and to try exert dominance

"Cause a guy like (y/n) would totally love a dominant typa guy ya know?" - verbatim Mondo's advice to Leon

You end your conversation with Sayaka and go check what Leon sent you

It was a short reply to your story

"Go to bed, it's late"

You audibly chuckled, you looked at the time on your phone

It was barely 9:30

What the hell was Leon on to be going to bed so early?

"Bro it's 9:30 it's so early wdym???"

"This is actually late for me, I go to bed at 9 pm, its much better for you yk"

"Oh really now?"

"Yeah, clearly why I'm so much healthier and better than you"

Oh no...

Leon clearly misunderstood the kind of dominance Mondo meant.

....

....

"(Y/n)? You still there?"

You left him on seen again and then shut off your phone

"Oi (y/n)!"

"Shit please dont ignore me."

"I'm sorry okay"

"(Y/nnnnn)"

Leon was panicking, spam texting you as you put your phone on silent and went to bed

Guess he achieved his goal of getting you to go to bed

But he pissed you off while doing so

Truthfully you didn't care, Leon was ditzy from time to time and didn't think before he spoke

You were used to it

But you took up the opportunity to make the man frantic

You weren't thick, you knew the baseball player was crushing on you

And you were crushing on him too, hard

So knowing that Leon was now worrying that he messed up his chances with you gave you a sick pleasure - you didn't care if it was just the tiniest bit toxic

The next morning you woke up well rested

Your phone now plastered with message notifications from a certain ginger

You open them and send one quick message

"Oops I fell asleep sorry... Guess you are better than me for that haha ❤️"

Leon stopped in his tracks when he read that message, toothpaste falling out of his mouth as he froze

The sportsman quickly finished brushing his teeth and screenshot the message

Sending it to Mondo, frantically messaging him

"WHAT DOES THE HEART MEAN OMFG WHAT???"

"AHHHHH"

"HFHFJFHSJDNDN"

"Dude chill.... he defo fucks with u" mondo replies half asleep

Leon short-circuits, mindlessly changing as thoughts of a relationship with you fly through his head

He was like a schoolgirl, but he had reason to, in his eyes you were the finest of men

"Good morning~" you say with a smile as you sit down next to the muscular man

"Hey, beautiful~" he mumbles flirtily

"Oh? That's a new one?"

"Yeahhh figured I should up my game if I wanna get with you by the end of the year"

Holy shit you were shocked just how much that one heart emoji riled the ginger up

"Hold your horses, BallBoy... who said I was getting with you?" You tease him

"Oh just you wait, (n/n)..."

Short but eh whatevs!!

This has happened to me before - I doubt he meant it as anything but I just remember the situation while writing this and wtaf...

Anyway hope u enjoyed!

[desswright29]

All up in your mind

Contains: Sexual Content, Angst, Fluff, Suspense

Word Count: 3.1k

Taglist: @imjusthere2readbruv,@bubbleblowinggirl, @euph0ricx0,@bellaallebbella1, @minionslikeppl, @melanated-queen, @letitiasnyash, @tishlvr, @writtenbymarie, @doramilaj233, @lichuchin, @6-noir, @jackdrawsjunk, @Ippriceisright

Last Time on Half Crazy (lol):

Riri sat in the darkness of the room, in the center of her bed. She’d hacked into Shuri’s Kimoyo beads allowing them to connect to hers a while back, and now she sat listening. Imagining Shuri taking care of her the way she took care of you. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her jaw clenched in anger. It should be her. You didn’t get her the way she did. Ok, so you looked good and were a good fuck. But what else? Shuri is confused. She doesn’t know what she wants or needs.

“I’ll show her.”

Riri was up bright and early, as she was every morning. Not much time to rest when there was a plan that needed to be put into motion. She danced around the lab as her music played over the speakers. 

“Tell Mama that I’d do it for you

This rider always want you

I’ll be groupie for you”

She sang as she smiled visions of her and Shuri making love in this very lab taking over her mind. Shuri choking her up against the wall  as she slammed her strap in and out of her. There was no kissing, no true connection.. and yes Shuri very well could’ve been using her body to relieve her stress. But, it happened; and she’d be damned if it wasn’t the best sex she’d ever had! She bit her lip as she looked over her handywork proudly.  A couple of weeks had passed since y/n came and fucked up all the progress her and Shuri were making together. Ugh, that little wife of hers had proven to be much more of a problem than Riri had anticipated. “Bitch.” She stated to herself. She wouldn’t be a problem anymore after today though. Today was the day that all of her hard work would be placed into action. 

“I try to get all up in your mind 

Is my love a crime

Cause I wanna make you mine”

For the past two weeks she played docile. Getting up early to have alone time in the lab to work on her “special project”. The rest of the day she would collaborate with Shuri with no unnecessary interactions. Not like it mattered any way. She’d been so caught up in her little reunion with her wife she wasn’t even paying her any mind and was continuously leaving Riri to her own devices in the lab. Last Tuesday she came in for an hour, then left to surprise y/n with a trip to fucking Santorini because her friend Tolu told her she’d been raving about some restaurant called Argo. Spoiled slut. But it ended up working to the benefit of Riri. She’d thought long and hard, making sure to be very strategic in the way she went about her plan.

At first she thought about coming up with away to remove Shuri’s memory of y/n. But everyone would know something was off with that. They’ve known eachother all their lives. Hm, no she knew she could do better than that. She thought about just drugging her, but that was so, primitive and temporary. And then there was Shuri’s panther suit. NANOTECH! It was brilliant! She’d just have to find a way to make the vibranium nanotechnology digestible. Riri would create a setting in her Kimoyo beads that would cause the tech to send transmitions to Shuri’s brain once it was inside of her body and then BOOM! HaHa! She’s in control of Shuri’s thoughts! It was a great day to be a GOT DAMN genius! And soon this would all be hers!  

“I try to get all up in your mind 

It stops at a crime and I'm gonna make you mine 

I try to get all up in your mind 

I'll go and do the time if it means I'll make you mine 

My eyes, yeah, they really like your smile

It stops the time, yeah, I'll stay here for a while

You give me that good feeling that I need

Why don't you take the time to really notice me? 

I try to get all up in your mind

It stops at a crime and I'm gonna make you mine

I try to get all up in your mind

Be careful what you ask for 'cause I just might comply” 

Riri laughs as the song ends. Today she’d have her Queen.

It was 5 am. Shuri sat in the claw foot bathtub, that sat in the center of your bathroom. Her head tilted back, eyes closed, and her mouth slightly ajar as she gripped the sides of the tub. “Hmmm” She groaned, as the hot water and vanilla scented bubbles sloshed over the sides of the bathtub. Your lips were attached to her neck and you held on to her small breast as you bounced up and down on her strap. “Ride that shit.” She whispered, bringing her hand down into the water and gripping your ass hard, bouncing you with one hand as she bit her lip. To say you and Shuri were back was an understatement.

 Watching you two together now was sickeningly adorable. That is until it got uncomfortable, and then it was just sickening. But the kingdom was happy to see it. You two were making up for lost times. So in the past weeks everything you both did you did  grandiose. The two of you became insatiable when it came to sex. There wasn’t a place in the world off limits and you didn’t care who was watching. And someone was definitely watching. Shuri’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as you continued to pull her orgasam out of her. You rode her with purpose as you felt the band about to snap in your belly. “Bast!” You pressed your body into hers, letting go of her breast and wrapping your arms around her neck. Something about your slippery breast pressed against Shuri’s created waves of euphoric pleasure throughout your body. She rubs your back as you bury your head into her neck.

 “I feel you cumming Thandiwe, I’m right behind you” she continued rubbing your back with one hand and guiding your hips with the other. “You’re doing so good for me my pretty. Yes baby you’re squeezing me so nice.”Her kissing your cheek, biting your earlobe and whispering sweet nothings was sending you over the edge. You wanted to stay right here in this moment with her forever. “Oh Bast, you’re so good to my body sthandwa.” 

“Mmmhm. You feel so good. You’re my forever, you know that? Who’s better than you umama?” Her breath tickled your ear as she spoke, sending electric waves down your spine. “That’s right. Let it out f-for m-me. Oh shit sithandwa kiss me. I’m cumming for you.” Shuri gently coached you through your orgasam and followed suit. Bringing your mouth to hers you shared a kiss that sent you floating into sub space as she came inside of you. You moaned your pleasures into eachothers mouths as she continued to keep your body pressed close to hers; still slowly thrusting making sure every ounce of her was released into you as you continued the soul stirring kiss. 

“Ndiyakuthanda” Finally you break for air, pulling back from Shuri’s sweet kiss. “Nam ndiyakuthanda. ngayo yonke into endinayo (I love you too. With all that I have). Your glassed over eyes met Shuri’s just in time to see a tear fall, causing one to fall from yours as well. Both of you simultaneously brought your wet hands up to cup eachothers face, wiping away the tears and sharing a small laugh at how in sync you were. “It’s going to work this time.” Shuri reassured you as you nod in agreement. “I know it will.”

“And if it doesn’t it’s not the end of the world. There are other options. And no matter what. We have eachother. It’s us against the world My Queen.” 

“Us against the world My King.” You giggle as Shuri’s smile spread big across her face. You couldn’t think of anyone that was more  powerful, more sovereign, more supreme, or majestic than Shuri. Man or woman. So as ruler of Wakanda, you believed she deserved the title King and you referred to her as such. And every time. She loved it. “You’re trying to go another round huh?” She bit her lip pressing herself deeper into you. Laughing you immediately remove yourself from her strap. Standing to get out of the tub. “Absolutely not! We have so much to do today and I need to prop my legs up before the day begans, so I can start baking this bun!” Tapping your belly you smile down at Shuri. She grabs your thighs right beneath your ample bottom and leans up placing a delicate kiss on your tummy. “You’re so beautiful sthandwa. I’m forever grateful to call you mine. And I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you.” You smile as she stands to her feet and envelopes you in another kiss.

Riri had to admit you two were better than porn.  All she had to do was press a button and tune in and all of a sudden she was getting a show. She huffed, as she removed her fingers from her soaking wet cunt. She’d just finished cumming along with the two of you on top of Shuri’s desk. Listening to the two of you had become a guilty pleasure. The affirming words that Shuri would say to you, she would use to coax herself into her own orgasam. Pretending it was her that was drawing the lustful sounds from Shuri’s throat. Imaging that it was her pussy that Shuri’s tongue was caressing into tranquil bliss. Turning off the beads she popped her fingers into her hot mouth removing her juices from her fingers; envisioning tasting herself on Shuri’s fingers as she let out a sultry moan. “Pull yourself together Ri. You’ll have her soon enough.” She got off of the desk, and began fixing her clothes. Today, she wore her single braids in a low bun, and a form fitting black mini dress, she’d even applied a bit of makeup and wore heels. It was a special day and she wanted to look good for Shuri.

Shuri walked into the lab at 7:40 am on the dot, cheerful from the beautiful morning she’d shared with her y/n. Her smile was bright, hair freshly braided and she was dressed in her signature all black attire though she was a bit more casual than usual. Black sweats a black T-shirt and a black Nike tech jacket. Not a piece of lint in sight. Ugh! It didn’t matter how she dressed Shuri could make you quiver with just a glance in your direction, and Riri was no exception. Her powerful stride accompanied her through out the lab as she checked on her staff and their progress. Riri watched from the top of the stairs as her heart began to race with adrenaline. Turning toward the glass she gave herself a once over brushing her hands over her curves. “Let’s go get our woman.”

Riri slowly made her way down the stairs heels clicking against the concrete floors catching the attention of the Queen. Shuri did a double take once Riri entered her line of sight not used to seeing her dressed so… feminine. Assessing Riri’s body, Shuri’s lip upturned in appreciation. The woman was definitely a looker. “Good morning Shuri.” She smiled seductively as she approached her. “Good morning Ms. Williams. A bit out of dress code for the lab aren’t we?” Shuri turned away continuing her examination of the updates to the Dora’s weapons. Riri’s eye narrowed at the side of Shuri’s face. That’s not the reaction she was looking for. “Yea, well today is a special day. And I wanted to look nice.” Shuri nodded not yet acknowledging Riri’s statement. “Great job Amahle. These look amazing.” She spoke to one of the lab techs, causing Riri to fume. ‘I look fucking amazing! And she’s ignoring me!?’ Finally Shuri turns toward Ri motioning for her to follow her as she walked past her towards the stairs. 

Shuri’s eyebrow raised at Riri in curiosity as she damn near jogged to catch up with her in her heels. “What’s the occasion?” A malicious grin spread across Riri’s face. Yes! Here we go. “I have a date tonight.” Riri looked at Shuri with intent. Looking for a reaction. Now both of Shuri’s brows where raised, eyes widening as her lips turned up in a genuine smile. Riri’s upper lip began to pull up in disgust. Quickly she recovered her expression, bringing it back to neutral. “Really!?, Well that’s great! I’m glad your getting out and mingling instead of just hanging around the lab.” Now standing in Shuri’s office, she sat on her desk facing the shorter woman who squirmed under her gaze. “I know the first couple of days here were rough when you returned. And I truly feel guilty for leading you on. I’m glad you’re moving forward Riri. And If it’s any consolation, you do look beautiful.” Shuri gave a cute lopsided smile that made Riri’s stomach turn. Shuri really had no feelings for her.

 Riri placed the best fake smile she could muster across her face. “Thank you Shuri really! I know I took it hard at first but I figured it was best that I got over it. You and y/n are honestly so perfect for eachother.” Riri turned away, walking over to a covered dish sitting on top of the mini fridge. “I brought a bit of a peace offering. An apology for all the chaos I caused.” Picking up the dish she turned back toward Shuri with it stretched out to her. “I heard that pot bread was your favorite. So I made you some. If you’ll except my effort as an apology?” Riri’s big brown eyes sparkled as she looked up at Shuri with her sad kitten like eyes. Shuri looked down at the dessert as Riri uncovered the dish. The aroma permeated the office and a slow smile spread across her face as she now looked into Riri’s and took the dish into her hands. She extended her arms out welcoming Riri into her warm embrace. Riri closed her eyes as she took in Shuri’s cologne almost moaning at her scent. “Ofcourse I will Ri. If you’ll also except my apology. I didn’t bring anything to give bu-“

“No no no! You’ve done enough allowing me to stay here after everything. I’m sure y/n wanted me gone. So thank you. Just except my peace offering. Go ahead and try a piece! I’m dying to see if you like it.” Riri’s heartbeat drummed in her ears. Her palms were sweaty and she was getting antsy. “You ok?” Shuri pulled back obviously picking up on Riri’s elevation in nerves. “Y-yea! Yes. This conversation was just a bit nerve wracking. I’m glad I finally got it out of the way. And I reeeeally hope you enjoy this bread. It’s my first time.” She let out a nervous chuckle, as Shuri smirked. This was the moment of truth. Everything she’d worked for. She’d created ten very thin magnetic pieces of nanotech vibranium the size of atoms and placed them inside of the corner piece of the bread. Marking exactly wear to cut. Once that piece was ingested the atoms would connect and attach to the wall of her stomach. Once that happened it would send a signal to her beads. From there Riri would be able to send magnetic waves to Shuri’s brain and control her conscience. She could turn it on and off as she pleased. Meaning she could make Shuri do whatever she wanted when it was on and when it was off Shuri would have no idea what had taken place. She’d only have the memories that Riri would allow her to keep. It was brilliant. 

“Well, it definitely smells amazing!” Shuri says as Riri takes the dish back from Shuri, placing it on the desk. Using a knife she had ready for use inside of the dish, she gently cut the piece placing it on a paper towel, handing it to the unsuspecting woman. “I hope you like it.” It wasn’t a lie. Even in this twisted situation Riri still wanted Shuri’s approval. She bit at her bottom lip in an effort to quell her anticipation. Without hesitation Shuri brought the dessert up to her mouth. Riri’s eyes sparkled in excitement, watching so closely that Shuri’s movements almost became slow motion. Finally, she bites into the delicacy. Shuri’s eyebrows raised and she began to nod. “Damn Ri. It’s delicious! I love it.” So much joy ran through Riri’s body she almost laughed out loud, as Shuri quickly finished it off. She settled for a goofy smile. Her body shivered. It was only a matter of time now. It shouldn’t take more than 20 minutes for the nanobits to find one another. So now we wait. A sinister smile spread across her face. “I’m so glad you like it.”

2 hrs later

‘Nothing. NOTHINGS FUCKING HAPPENING! I can’t fucking concentrate staring at these goddamned beads all day! Did I not take into account the herb? Is it causing adverse effects?’ 

Riri looked down at Shuri from upstairs as she spoke with another technician. She looked fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. Riri let out a frustrated exhale plopping down in a chair in Shuri’s office and crossing her legs. Her hands cradled her face. ‘Damnit! Was all that work for nothing! This is my only hope she’s so in love with that hoe of a wife she has that she doesn’t see me. I have to think of someth-“ 

Bzzzz, Bzzzzz. Riri’s heart drops to her stomach. Slowly she pulls her hands from her face, and looks at her left wrist as it buzzed and lit up with blue light. It worked. She’d done it. She really fucking did it. Pressing one of her beads a projection of Tony Stark revealed itself. “Your atoms are in place. Make your request kid.”

“Shuri will fall out of love with y/n when I activate the atoms. She should remember me as her girlfriend. When I deactivate allow memories of us together to remain.” 

“Sure thing kid. Transmition sent. Anything else?”

“Yes….Send her to me.” Riri pressed the bead removing the projection as she stood, walking over to Shuri’s desk leaning against it as her palms became sweaty and her heart rate picked up. She heard foot steps coming up the steps and she smoothed her hands over her dress, letting out a long soothing breath to calm herself as she waited. The foot steps got closer and closer and closer, until Shuri appeared in the doorway. She leaned against the frame, her gaze meticulously traveling Riri’s frame as she sized her up. And then her eyes connected with Riri’s. She seductively smiled with only one side of her mouth, before placing her bottom lip inbetween her teeth. 

“Hey Ri baby.”

A/n: This next chapter is gonna be a MESS WHEW!! Stay tuned!

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idk if you'd be ok w this but tom kaulitz x female reader highschool au?

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you go to high school with the tom kaulitz

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mentions of alcohol, swearing, cigarettes, extreme bullying

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: someone had a similar req to this where reader gets bullied so i tried adding some of that into here ❤️ also i feel like i add angst to all my stories 😭 ik i’m making tom sound like a bad guy in these stories which can make people feel that way about him irl (ahem my living nightmare) but plz guys im just doing it for the angst i swear im not a tom anti haha

you’ve know tom and bill since forever, i mean the three of you have been together since elementary school. they were both really different now with tom being a massive player and bill being, well, bill. you guys were now in high school and you would like to say it got easier but it didn’t. you were constantly harassed by tom’s fangirls which was unbearable. obviously you’ve talked to tom about it but he ended up being honored that his fans were so loyal. “stay away from tom, pick me,” you hear a girl say as you walked down the hall. these girls would never say anything to your face, only spew hate from behind your back.

you ignored them all of course but it was still annoying. “your fangirls are at it again,” you said to tom as you sat down in your first hour class. “i’m flattered,” he said half-heartedly, looking down on his phone, texting. tom had been texting a lot lately and you were curious. “who’re you texting? you been at it all week,” you asked. “some girl i met last week while shopping with bill,” he said. “oh,” you replied, looking down at your desk. you’ve had a crush on tom since middle school and hearing about his new love interests really hurt. “i think she might be the one, i’m meeting with her tonight,” he said smiling, totally ignoring your sudden change of emotion.

you were silent for the rest of class and left early, leaving without waiting for tom like you usually did. you went to go confide with bill later at lunch. “ugh it’s just so annoying hearing him talk about other girls,” you said sighing. “why don’t you just confess then?” bill asked. “you don’t get, it’s way more complicated than that. i mean, he doesn’t even like me!” you said. “you never know~,” bill said. “why? did he said something about me?” you asked. “calm down, he didn’t say anything,” bill said, letting your hopes down. “ugh whatever, i’m going to class now,” you said before leaving.

you packed your bags as the dismissal bell rang, you would walk home with bill and tom since you guys lived nearby. you were still a little mad at tom but you wanted to wait for bill. you felt a water bottle lightly tap on your head and you turned around to see tom. “why’re you mad at me? is it because i talked about another girl?” he asked, smirking. “what did bill tell you?” you asked, annoyed that bill would tell tom. “what?” he asked confused. you might’ve just accidentally almost revealed your crush on tom so you quickly came up with a lame excuse. “what? no? of course not, bill told me you stole my bag of chips,” you said defensively.

“oh, yeah i forgot about that,” he said laughing. “hey guys, ready to go?” bill asked as he walked up to the two of you. “yeah, let’s go,” you said. the walk was pretty silent now as you thought of what tom would be doing with that girl tonight. it wasn’t fair that he was having all the fun meeting people and hooking up almost every night. you wanted to experience that fun too so when you got home you called your friend audrey, and asked if she knew anyone throwing a party. “oh yeah! i heard adrian’s hosting one at his dad’s house and i heard that it’s massive too,” she said. “cool! when is it?” you asked. “friday, wanna come over to get ready together?” she asked. “of course!” you replied.

it was late now and you were getting ready for bed before you heard a knock at your window, it was tom. “what do you want?” you asked. “can i come in?” he yelled from below. “whatever,” you said, walking back into your room. he quickly slipped in and laid on your bed. “she ditched me, i can’t believe her! how could you ditch such a hottie like me??” he said. “who wouldn’t?” you asked with a laugh. “what’s your problem?” tom looked at you with a serious expression now. “well let’s see, first your sho up to my house unannounced at 10pm, then you talk about your failed hookup, do i need to say more?” you asked. “you’ve been acting like a bitch lately,” he said. “i’m leaving,”

and with that tom left as quick as he came. you felt a little bad but you knew it needed to be addressed. the next day at school was rough, tom avoided you and the girls were even more relentless now as well. “what did you do to tom?” asked jessica, one of tom’s biggest fan girls. you couldn’t give her the time of day so you walked off.

“i’m not done talking!” she screamed. “i don’t care,” you replied. you weren’t having it and just wanted to go home, you were tired of everything and couldn’t take your mind off tom. you kept walking to your next class until school ended finally. you didn’t even wait for tom or bill and just went home by yourself, you even ran a little to avoid them. bill called you later and asked why you and tom weren’t talking. “some stuff happened last night and i’m honestly so tired of him now,” you explained. “come on now, you guys are like two peas in a pod!” he said. “not anymore,” you replied. you scrolled around and myspace and saw that tom had posted something. it was him at a party, probably from last night after he left your house. he was surrounded by girls which made you even more frustrated.

the party was one day away now and you were deciding your outfit, you were going to go all out. perhaps something slutty? you didn’t know yet, but you did know that you were going to get drunk and hook up. you met up with audrey to discuss friday before school started. “maybe a halter top?” she suggested. “ooh a miniskirt!” you added in. “i think i’ll wear my sequined tank top with a skirt,” she said. “i don’t know what i’m wearing yet,” you said putting your head down. “it’s okay, if you can’t find anything you can wear some of my clothes,” she said. “okay,” you said.

you walked into first hour, dreading it. you didn’t want to see tom, like at all. when you ed in, his desk was surrounded by girls as usual. one them gave you a dirty look as you walked up to your desk. you overheard what they were talking about and tom was telling them about what you said. that bitch, you couldn’t believe he was telling people, and his fangirls at that, your guys’ personal business. you knew you wouldn’t be able to live it down from them so you just put your headphones in and head down. your jaded your head when classed started and you swore you’d as tom smirking at you as the girls started dissipating.

when school ended you began walking before you felt someone grab your shoulder, it was tom and you wondered what he wanted. “we need to talk,” he said. “about what? how you’re telling your stupid fangirls about our business? they’re never going to leave me be now that they know that! but you don’t care do you? because you’re so selfish and only care about which girl you’re going to fuck next right?” you said. you left tom speechless and left before you gave him time to speak. you can’t believe you just let all your anger out on him like that. you tried not to feel bad because he deserved it but you still couldn’t help it. you quickly walked home after that’s hoping to avoid bill as well.

you wanted to drown now and never see anyone again. you took a nap and woke up to missed calls from bill, which you answered. “hello?” you asked. “______ i don’t know what going on with you and tom but it needs to end. you guys are best friends and can’t be on bad terms like this! i care about you two,” he said. “i love you bill but nothing is going to change my mind. anyways, see you at adrian’s?” you asked. “yeah whatever, bye,” he said. you put the phone down and got in the shower. it was late now but you decided to do homework before going to bed. you woke up the next, refreshed and ready, you felt very confident and ready for tonight. you met up with audrey to discuss plans and then went to first hour.

tom was already there and he waved at you, signaling he wanted to talk but you turned around immediately and went to go talk to someone else. school felt like forever but eventually it ended and you met up with audrey to go to her house. “okay, i’ll shower first and the i’ll start on makeup okay?” audrey confirmed. “sure,” you said as you sat down on her bed. soon enough she finished her shower and you got in.

the two of you finished your makeup and it was time to choose outfits. audrey ended up with a halter top and a low rise skirt while you wore a tupe top with the shortest skirt ever. you guys did hair as well and then left. adrian’s house was indeed hug and there were already people there. most were kids from school but others were from different ones too. you immediately saw tom on a couch, sitting next to a girl. you hate to say it but you were jealous, jealous that that girl wasn’t you. you brushed those thoughts away though and headed straight to the drinks you took shot after shot and drink and drink.

after a few minutes you were drunk and decided to mess around. you saw a cute boy and decided to approach him. “hey,” you said, slurring your words a little. he seemed to be i by you to by the look in his eye. “hey beautiful,” he replied. you noticed tom looking and a smile gee on your face. you took the boy into a random room and started making out with him. all of a sudden the lights turned off though and the boy got up. suddenly a bunch of girls appeared basically out of no where and started recording you half naked with their flashlights on.

they were yelling things like slut and whore. you soon recognized them to be tom’s little fangirls and you were so embarrassed. holding back tears, you got up and put your clothes back on but not before one of the girls approached you and started laughing in your face, calling you names. “you really think tom likes you? this is all your fault for breaking his heart,” she said. your tears were flowing now and you couldn’t control them, you tried to get up but one of the girls held you down. you thought it was over as the girls all started laughing and circling you until you heard a familiar voice, yet again it was tom. “what are you guys doing?” he yelled.

he shoved the girls aside and helped you up. you were no even more pissed at him since you knew this was his doing, all the fangirls, all the drama and all the gossip. you pulled your arm away from him and out your clothes on. “why are you mad at me? i get that we fought once but we usually get over it,” he asked. “are you fucking kidding me?” you asked frantically crying now and breathing heavy. “are you asking me this now? i’m mad because this is all your fault, i’m mad because the only reason this happened is because you decided to tell your fan girls our drama and i’m mad because i like you so much that i hate when you’re around other girls!” you shouted. tom was silent, only letting out a small “what?” your face was red from embarrassment and you ran out the door, straight to the exit.

you ran all the way home, as it started raining, your tears blending in. when you got home you went straight to your room, ignoring your mothers worried calls for your name. you took off your wet clothes and laid on your bed. you got a call from tom but ignored it along with calls from your other friends, you knew they all had the same question, “are you okay?” you were tired but lit a cigarette outside, looking at the moon before you dozed off to bed. the weekend passed and you stayed home during all of it. you didn’t want to go out and embarrass yourself more.

the video had now surfaced and everyone and their mothers have seen it. you were a joke now and it was all because of tom. “wake up ______ it’s time for school,” your mom said. “mom, i can’t go, you’ve seen the video right? i’m a joke,” you cried. “you’re only a joke if you let them make you out to be one. if you let them steak you down like this then you’ll never recover,” she said and she was right. even thought you didn’t want to, you got up for school. you walked into school and everyone looked at you, whispering things. you wanted to die.

tom was in first hour, sitting by himself surprisingly. you were halfway into the door before you guys made eye contact. he got up to approach but you instinctively ran away from him to go hug in the bathroom. you skipped all of first hour and hid away in a stall. you went to the rest of your classes as normal but not without being humiliated. you only went back to the bathrooms for lunch, hoping to avoid people. when school ended you were relieved. you ran out the gates and straight home. you didn’t talk to anyone all day and you avoided everyone too. you decided to do homework since you threw your phone away, hoping to avoid everything.

you were studying for hours until you heard talking ay your window. you looked down to see tom but you ignored him. the last thing you’ve antes was to see him.

he wouldn’t budge though and kept knocking. you finally opened it to tell him to go away but he had let himself in already. “______ i-,” he started but you cut him off. “look i know what you’re going to say, but just please forget what happened on friday, okay?” you pleaded. “no, i can’t. i want to say that… i really like you too ______,” you were shocked, not knowing what to do. “i didn’t know how to tell you though, so i coped by sleeping around with girls,” he confessed. “im sorry for what those girls did to you, and i’m sorry for telling them our business,” he apologized but you didn’t know whether to forgive him or not. “why?” you asked. “why what?” he said. “why did you tel them?”

“i dunno, i was jealous i guess,” he said. “oh what?” you asked. “of how good you were doing without me,” he admitted. you laughed at the irony since you weren’t actually doing as great as he thought. “are you serious?” you asked, he was silent. “i’ve been crying myself to bed all night!” you said. “i’m sorry,” tom said as he looked down. “me too i guess. i didn’t mean to say this things that night. i was pissed you were off with another girl,” you admitted. “so you weren’t mad over the chips?” he asked. “no,”

“were you serious about what you said friday night, that you like me?” he asked. “yeah…” you looked away, embarrassed. “your face is red,” he stated. “whatever,” you rolled your eyes and fell back onto your bed with tom following. you two faced each other, staring into each one’s longing eyes. “i love you,” tom whispered before leaning in for a kiss.

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In love with you in ages <3

As I said this is gonna be a series of one shots that share one specific theme and story but they are not necessarily related or in order. Just a series of scenarios that pop to my mind :)

Hope u enjoy this, and please share your thoughts and ideas with and tell me if I could do anything to make my writings better. Also I'm not a native English speaker so please kindly ignore any grammar errors haha.

#Fluff

#sweetness

#love theme

It was around 9 in the morning when I pulled up Infront of Matty's apartment. After checking myself once or twice in the morning I grabbed my stuff and got out of the car. I grabbed the collars of my khaki overcoat to block the cold breeze from freezing me as I entered the lobby.

I waved at the security guy who was still half asleep as I walked toward the elevator.

Few minutes later I was standing behind Matty's door. Fixing my hair once again, even though it didn't need to be fixed I knocked on his apartment door.

"coming" I heard Matty almost shouted from the other side of the door, his heavy accent a lullaby to my ears.

Few seconds later he opened the door and his handsome frame appeared at the door.

He was in his black sweat pants and grey shirt, his dark curls were capturing his face as perfectly as always and I wondered if he could Get any cuter when he smiled and showed me his perfectly imperfect crooked teeth. "Hey, love" he finally said. "hey, morning" I said as he made a space for me to enter his house. Matty had his hand delicately on the small of my back as he guided me inside.

"it's freezing outside" I said as we walked to his kitchen. "Did you sleep with socks on again?" He mocked me. "Don't... Start" I rolled my eyes at him. "It's okay Y/n, everyone can decide what they wanna be and you decided to be a psychopath and sleep with socks on" he mocked me again as his hand left my back and he went to Kitchen. I took off my coat and put the books on counter and sat on one of the chairs. I smiled and looked around the house, the windows were open letting the slightly cold breeze inside the house. The house was not that bright, the lights were yellow and dim creating a quite cozy environment. "Tea?" Matty asked. "yupp" I said now focusing on him. I couldn't lie, he looked really perfect standing in the kitchen making tea, almost like a pefect painting, his dark curls bouncing with his every small move. I could feel the smell of cinnamon in the air which was quite comforting. Matty's house smelled like cinnamon and sweets and cigarettes almost all the time and honestly I was kinda so used to this smell that I missed it sometimes when I was home alone.

He put two cups of tea on the counter as he sat right Infront of me, our knees touching.'cookies?' He asked his mouth already full of them and kept a bowl of chocolate chipped cookies infront of me. 'Thanks' I smiled picking one. I smiled as my hands touched my cup, the warmth of the tea spreading all over my cold hands. I took a sip and looked at Matty who was now rubbing his eyes. I realized that they looked red and puffier than usual. "You didn't sleep last night?" I asked. "What?" He said looking at me confused. "you look tired, you didn't sleep?" I repeated, " I did... well I don't know maybe only one or two hours?" He said twirling his hair around his fingers. "How about... umm...What do you say that we just go back to bed instead of studying today?" He said looking down and toying with his cup of tea. "Umm... Okay" I agreed way faster than I expected and he looked up at me shooting me one of his cute smiles. "Can I spoon you as well?" He said getting off his chair. "Yeah... I guess yeah." I said. "Cool" he said putting the empty cups in the sink and coming over to me. "Let's go love" he said taking my hand and guiding me to his bedroom. His bed was still undone and there was books on the floor. His ashtray was on the table beside bed and it was full. Sometimes it worried me just how much he smoked but I couldn't deny just how hot he looked while smoking. "Here love" He said lifting the white duvet for me to get under it. Honestly I felt so much better laying under blankets with Matty than having to teach him. He got under the blankets as well and layed down next to me. This was the first time we were sharing a bed and for some weird reasons it did not feel weird at all. It felt comfortable and safe like I was home. "Oh wait..." He said bringing me out of my thought and getting out of bed. I watched him walk to the music player that was placed in the corner of room "Do you mind if I play some tracks?" He asked scratching the back of his head. 'you're such a romantic.'I teased pulling the blanket up to my chin earning an eye roll from him. He connected his phone to the music player and a frank Sinatra's voice filled the room. "perrrrfect" he smiled getting in bed and laying next to me. We both layed on our sides looking at eachother for few minutes as the sound of rain and music mixed perfectly together.

"I... Can I hold you?" He said hesitating a bit. I looked in his pefect chocolate eyes for few seconds before answering "I think I have already agreed to you spooning me, so yeah" I said and he smiled. His arm wrapped around my waist delicately, carefully, softly and he pulled me closer to him. His other hand grabbed my head and placed it on his chest. My own arms wrapped around him as well and I placed my hand on his upper arms. We layed there still for few minutes, none of us saying a word. The sound of rain, chet baker playing his saxophone and our slow breathing was all I could hear. I never felt this comfortable around any guy in my whole life. Mattys touch was calming me down in stages that I didn't know even existed.

Then his hand went through my hair, his lips pressed a delicate kiss to my forehead, his fingers playing with my hair and messaging my scalp so softly and slowly that it almost made my head spin in so much relaxation.

"Where did you learn this?" I asked once I could overcome my feelings. "Feeling good?" Matty asked as we looked into each others eyes, his hand still on my head doing the magic. "Mhm.. very good" I said toying with the collar of his shirt. " I have so many talents love" Matty said sending me a wink and I giggled. "My Nana used to do this to me when I was a kid" he spoke looking up at the ceiling "eveytime that I couldn't sleep I would go lay next to her and she would touch my hair like this and I would fall asleep almost immediately." He said shooting me a sad smile and I looked at him silently for few seconds. "Do you miss her?"I hesitated to ask but I finally did. "Yeah from time to time" he nodded his fingers now playing with the hem of my shirt. "Can you do that for me?" He asked grabbing my face and looking at me. "what?" I asked Looking at him blankly "Play with my hair"

"Yeah... I think I can do that. I wont be as good as you tho" I said 'I'm sure you will be.' He asked as I pulled him into my arms. his head was now placed right under my chin, his smooth face in touch with my neck as I held him gently with one hand and ran the other through his hair, playing with his beautiful curls and rubbing his head delicately and carefully just like what he did to mine. I heard him him sighing and he held me tighter than before, leaving no space left between us. For one moment, it felt like nothing else really mattered, it was just us and the sound of music was making everything sound so surreal and so beautiful and so out of this world. "Am I doing this right?" I asked. "so right... I think I'm gonna fall asleep soon" he said and I smiled planting a soft kiss on his hair.

[torakan]

PART TWO!! TEXT VERSION

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The next 24 hours all I did was hiding in the wall even though I was quite literally starving. You can’t blame me though, I was fearful for my life, okay? After such a day anyone would have stayed in bed and questioned their life choices…

However, it was pretty much a life and death situation, so I had to get up and find something before deciding if I should stay here or find new home. It’s a decision that you can’t take on an empty stomach, every borrower knows that.

Before you ask, I wasn’t worried all that much about this guy telling other people about me as seeing small people is quite abnormal for them and in best case nobody would’ve believed him, in worst… he would’ve probably ended up in hospital, but we will never know.

So, like that, I collected my thoughts, emotions and gear and went out on another attempt to get food. To be honest, i think my stomach was at the point of acceptance, I didn’t feel any hunger until I finally got to the kitchen counter and saw some fruits. Human wasn’t there but it didn’t mean anything to me anymore, I was too traumatized by yesterday’s experience. *Sighs dramatically*.

Maybe because the day before was extremely unlucky, I was rewarded with something delicious. There were grapes which are super convenient to borrow as humans won’t see any of them missing, some raisins and nuts. I took one grape right away and my stomach growled so loudly, even a half-deaf human granny would’ve heard, I swear. I bit it and transparent juice started to run down my chin which I wiped off right away. It was such a relief to finally eat something, I can’t describe this feeling honestly. Better would probably be the feeling of relief after you endured your piss or, even worse, poo, for an indescribable long time and then you finally get to the toilet and it’s just… ahh.

Anyway, back to the story. As I said, I finally had access to food, but I couldn’t afford to fill my stomach to the fullest at that exact moment since it would’ve been too difficult to climb back home in that case. That’s why I only ate one grape and took another one home as well as a couple of raisins and some nuts. And then the idea popped in my head. What if I left some food that can be stored for a long time to that one my favourite hiding spot? I thought it was a smart decision since in the case I ran out of supplies or had to make an urgent stop I would have something edible waiting for me. So, with that I went straight to the place where human saw me not so long ago. Imagine my surprise when I saw that he left something there. On the other hand, it was quite expected… I was terrified to even look at it yet alone touch, but I couldn’t avoid the smell it had. I tried something like this only at my 10th birthday and my mom told me it was chocolate that we ate as a treat. It was some kind of desert that beans eat for pleasure. Maybe the human I lived with wanted to poison me with that? Or to somehow use it to make me become his pet? I still wonder about this at night, but even though I was really curious about that “offering”, I was more interested in surviving, so I went straight up behind the books where there was a small niche for me to hide. I placed all the things carefully and returned to the counter to pick some more. This day was pretty chill since the human showed up at his usual time and didn’t bother. He was as quiet and relaxed as ever with the only difference, that when he was in the kitchen, I could have heard the music from his phone. It wasn’t unpleasant, on the contrary, I liked it. The guy hummed along with it and his voice wasn’t so bad either to be honest, so I just lay in bed and listened till I fell asleep.

For the next few days nothing weird happened, everything seemed to go back to normal with the only difference that now the human was openly listening to music and sometimes sing very quietly along with it. I didn’t hate it, it didn’t bother me, so it was fine. Till that one day when I was, again, hiding behind the books (I swear, that spot must be cursed, but it was too dear for me to give up and abandon it) after taking a shower in human’s sink in the bathroom and being already on my way home. He showed up in the house earlier today again and I just barely had time to react and hide. When he entered the kitchen, I already sensed that something was off. The way he threw the keys on the table, how he tossed the bag on the floor and his jacket on the couch showed that he was really frustrated about something. Honestly, he was quite scary in that mood, though I didn’t see him being like that too often. Hell, I only remember that happening once in the whole year and I was in the walls, safe but watching this up close was kinda… unsettling.

However, to my surprise, that didn’t last for too long. The guy calmed himself down within like five minutes or so, trying to take deep breaths, then he sat on the chair at the table and… yeah, he started crying. He was crying very quietly, as was everything he did, holding back tears and sobs, as if he was scared someone might hear him…

wait a minute… do you think he might’ve been thinking about me? He definitely couldn’t have forgotten out encounter, right?

I sighed. This human wasn’t making my life any easier. It’s not like I was pitying him or anything, humans are monstrous creatures, evil and cruel and every borrower knew that… Nah, lying has never been one of my strengths so, frankly, I did feel bad for him. This human didn’t try to do anything nasty to me for the whole week, which was a complete opposite of what I heard about them, so I couldn’t help but hope that he wasn’t that awful. I suddenly got curious about him. If he had so many opportunities to catch me and hurt me, why didn’t he do that already? And why was he crying right now? Was he hurt or something? Is human life that difficult? Borrowers usually aren’t sentimental, we only cry on very rare special occasions such as when we’re badly hurt or it’s a deadly situation, or when we break two or more bones at once and there’s no one for us to help to escape and we’re left there to die alone. But this guy didn’t seem to be physically hurt or in any danger, so why was he sobbing?

I couldn’t help it and finally set my eyes on the “offering”. It turned out to be a small round box, which most likely was a human bottle cape with some continents: a piece of chocolate (as I already knew) and a note. Oh no, he wanted to communicate… so it could’ve been a trap in the end… even so, I was already beyond fixing and too far from following the borrower rules, so maybe it wont hurt if I read it just this once…

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[azulera]

I'll Take Care of You

Pairing: Marcus Rashford x Black OC

Words: 1.7k

Summary: After a successful but exhausting night at work for the both of you, you and Marcus find ways to care for each other.

Notes: i am so soft for Rashy it physically hurts :’( Gentle feedback is very welcome + ao3 link

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You sighed heavily as you keyed into your house, happier than you’d ever been to finally be home. The nonprofit you worked at had it’s bi-annual fundraiser’s dinner tonight, and you had been in charge of organizing the venue, placating the invited guests, and seeing that everything went to plan, and smoothly so. It had been a long night, and stressful, but so rewarding to thank the organizations and donors that supported you and your boyfriend Marcus’ goal of ending food insecurity in urban neighborhoods of the U.S. and England. Exhaustion and elation battled for control of your body, but a strong contentment lay right along with them both.

The event meant you hadn’t been able to make it to Old Trafford for the night’s match, but win or lose, you’d promised to be there when he got home to help talk it over and decompress. Still, you’d caught the score and some highlights on your phone, and knew that he had scored early in the second half: A stunning left-footed curler that sailed clear over the goalie’s fingertips and into the back of the net. You were sorry to have missed it.

Prepared to let him know just how proud you were when you saw him later, you put your things away and headed to the kitchen. What you saw there after switching on the lights made your chest fill with butterflies, and your eyes nearly with tears. Spread across the kitchen island were several towering arrangements of the bluest violets you had ever seen, all angled in the shape of a heart. They filled the room with their fresh, sweet scent, and you spent several moments pressing the petals close to your face and inhaling. When you walked to inspect the buds at the heart’s pointed end more closely, you saw a small folded card with your name on the outside. You opened the thick paper to read a message printed in rose-gold lettering:

“Y/N, I hope your dinner went well tonight, but with you in charge, I would expect nothing less than perfection. Your work is so important and I’m so grateful and proud of all you do for the community, and for me. You are amazing.

Love, Marcus”

Joyful laughter bubbled out from you even before you finished reading. Your boyfriend was too good, you thought, preparing for a must-win cup game and still finding time to do special things for you, to let you know that your work and accomplishments were no less meaningful than his own.

An intense giddiness and Marcus-directed affection followed you all through your shower and getting ready for bed, making your chest feel light and airy. You felt so lucky to have a partner like him, and couldn’t wait to see him and tell him so.

An hour later, you sat in bed with a book when you heard the front door open. After a few moments, you looked up to see Marcus entering the bedroom, looking slightly worn but smiling.

You ran and jumped into his arms before he could sit down.

“Thank you so so much, baby! The flowers are so beautiful, and you know violets are my favorite.”

Marcus laughed as you squeezed him with your legs, and peppered kisses over his face.

“You’re-haha -You’re welcome babes. I’m glad you liked them. I assume the night went well?”

“Mhmm, one of our biggest turnouts yet.” You mumbled, still focused on covering his face with kisses. He moved to sit on the end of the bed, and you settled with legs astride his lap.

“I knew it would be.” Marcus sighed. “You’re the best, you know.”

“No, you are.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, and leaned your foreheads together. “I saw your goal, and that left foot is looking so lethal, baby. They can’t stop you.”

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He worked so hard to perform well that each time it was rewarded was always sweet.

“And I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. They would have had to carry me out, I’d be so loud. ”

He mumbled out a bashful “Thank you” that was drowned out by your laughter as he pulled you down with him to lay on the bed. Suddenly, his features pinched in pain.

“Ah-ouch,-”

“What’s wrong?” You asked. You tried to slide off him, but he held you in place with his hands on your thighs.

“I’m alright, just took a hard fall in the second half, jolted my back a bit.” He reached to grab at the spot, and winced as he did.

You hadn’t seen that in the highlights.

“You ‘took a hard fall’ or did somebody foul you? Did they call it? Who was it?”

“Does it matter?” He looked to you sheepishly.

You cut your eyes at him once before concern returned.

“Well, what did the physio say? Did you mention it?”

“They looked at it quick, yeah, but it’s still a bit tight. Just need to sleep it off I reckon.”

Your brow furrowed. The trainers were mostly trustworthy, but you hated the idea of him going the whole night in discomfort. A better one came to you.

“What if I give you a massage? It might make sleeping easier.”

Marcus patted your thigh softly.

“No, love, I’m good, you’ve had a monster of a day yourself, I know. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, it’s okay,” You squeezed at his hands, your eyes earnest. “If it’ll make it better, I want to.”

All evening you’d been waiting to reciprocate your appreciation for him, and helping him relieve some of his soreness was the perfect opportunity. He returned your gaze with his own, with something soft shining in it.

“Alright, then, yeah. A massage would be great.”

You grinned and leaned down to kiss him, pushing him back down when he tried to meet you halfway.

“Don’t move.” You instead stretched your body out to reach his lips, moving your mouth against his languidly and cradling his cheeks. He hummed against your lips, tightening his grip on your thighs, and gasped when you traced the roof of his mouth with your tongue. Just then, you pulled away, leaving him looking dazed. “One sec.”

You reached into the bedside table for the jar of cocoa butter stored in one of the drawers.

“Okay, now lift up.”

You moved so he could do as you said. You tugged at his sweatshirt to pull it over his head, followed by his undershirt, and your eyes met with the smooth, inked skin of his chest.

“Now, turn over.”

Marcus complied, his muscles flexing as he rotated to his front. You settled with your knees on either side of him, careful not put too much of your weight onto his legs. You couldn’t stop yourself from dropping several tiny kisses on his shoulders and spine.

He shivered softly, and you pulled away, opening the jar of lotion. You spread a thin layer over his skin, reaching up to get the tops of his arms, and the dip low in his back. Then, you set to work. You were no professional, but after that first pass, you could already feel the pronounced areas of tension under your fingers.

You pressed down into one just under his right shoulder and your boyfriend let out a groan.

“Are you okay?"

“M’alright. Keep on, please.” Marcus’s voice was muffled against the covers.

Assured that you weren’t hurting him, you pushed into the spot with the points of your fingers, trying to release the built-up tightness. It took a few moments, but at last you could feel the muscles and tendons relax, becoming loose against your fingers.

“How’s that?” You checked in.

“So much better, love.”

You smiled.

As he began to relax against the bed, you moved onto the next spot. Little by little, you increased the pressure, while Marcus made soft sounds low in his throat almost without noticing. His body was warm beneath you as your hands moved over him, both your skin a nearly same shade of brown. It put you in a peaceful headspace that calmed you both, and soon, you’d covered the whole top half of his back.

You spoke to him gently. “Show me where it hurts again?”

He reached back for your hand and placed it low and to the left of his spine. You murmured a soft “okay”, and he gave your hand a squeeze.

To start, you moved gently over the tender spot with just the tips of your fingers. Gradually, you returned to your previous technique, deep presses with the heel of your hand that smoothed out into caresses. The room was quiet except for the sound of his sighs letting you know you’d done well, and the muffled sounds of your hands. Even as the muscles in your fingers and forearms began to smart, you felt nothing but contentment at the closeness and mutual affection flowing between the two of you, and you were sure Marcus felt it too.

When you heard and felt his breathing slow, you slowed your hands as well, pleased that he was relaxed enough to fall asleep. Carefully, you climbed off his back and onto the covers beside him, turning out the bedside light. You jumped when you felt his strong arms curl around you.

“I love you, you know.” You felt the words rumble through his chest into yours. “And m’not just saying that cause of the massage, though it were proper nice. But because I really do.”

His eyes were almost closed, so he couldn’t see how your own threatened to fill with tears for the second time that night. You slowly ran a finger along the curve of his cheek.

“I love you, Marcus. More than you can imagine. I was just thinking earlier, like, I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You pressed a kiss to his neck. His mouth quirked slightly, and he pulled you closer with his eyes still closed.

“Let me know when you find out, babes. Cause I‘ve been wondering the same thing since I met you.”

You smiled at him in the dark, your heart full to bursting with affection. You snuggled in even tighter and the two of you stayed that way, wrapped up in each other until you drifted off to sleep.

[rowretro]

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✧CHAPTER 18✧

Y/n frowned at Riki “What do you mean street fighting? I get karate or jiu jitsu, but why Street Fighting?!!” the girl asked as Riki sighed “he’s 5, we have enemies lurking, I need him to know how to fight off anyone who goes to attack him!” Riki exclaimed as the girl flicked his forehead “Then let him learn self defense. You have experience in that don’t you?” the girl asked as Riki went silent, thinking for a moment then nodded 

“Yeah I guess that makes more sense- I can start teaching him next week-” he said as he pecked y/n’s lips, baby Yeseol, whined as she smacked his nose. “I- mommy’s girl” he pouted at the baby, while the baby just babbled, resting her head on y/n’s chest. Riki then gets a call “one sec babe… it’s the new dealer we appointed.” He said as he answered the call walking off. The girl sighed, rolling her eyes at him.

After what felt like an hour, Riki was done with his phone call, kicking a football with Kyle “who ever scores the next goal gets a hundred million points!” the little boy explained as Riki grinned “you’re on tiny.” he said, playfully narrowing his eyes at him. Before Riki could even kick the ball into the goal, Kyle tackled him, and kicked the ball into the goal himself “HAHA U LOSED!!!!” he screamed as Riki frowned.

The male walked in smiling as he saw y/n gently rock the baby, smiling as she baby talked to the little girl. “Any plans for her first birthday sweetheart?” Riki asked as The girl continued to rock the baby. “I don’t have much in mind, but I say we invite family and friends, no one more.” Y/n said as she looked up at Riki. “Babe-” “Riki. Don’t turn your daughter’s very first birthday into a drug deal meeting.” y/n warned as the male rolled his eyes “Fine… I’ll move the meeting to tonight.” Riki simply said as y/n stared at him in shock.

“Tonight?! Babe you promised to take me out on a date tonight! Heeseung even agreed to look after our kids! You promised you won’t let anything get in the way, especially business.” y/n said, upset as the man groaned. “Fucksake babe, we have 2 kids, we’re married, we see eachother on a daily basis, heck we share the same bed! What more do you want from me?!!!” he asked almost yelling at her. 

“I just want you to be here Riki… not just physically, mentally. I don’t want this drug empire and all this money getting to your head” She admitted, looking down at the baby who cooed “don’t you want daddy to be here too?” she asked in a baby voice as Riki just stared at them. It’s true. He hasn’t taken her on a date for almost 2 years now, he was barely there while she was pregnant, heck he wasn’t even there when she gave birth. He’s completely left out his duty as a husband but she still stuck by his side making sure he was happy.

“Babe, stop checking your phone, Heeseung is looking after them? He's looked after Kyle before, I’m sure he’ll be able to look after Yeseol '' Riki reassured as he took your hands in his. The man took her to a nice restaurant, the 2 beautifully dressed as they sat at a pretty table, decorated with roses. It was very romantic, she couldn’t deny it. “I’m so glad we’re having a night out” she said with a smile, as he kissed her hand. “Please… you’ve done so much for me sweetheart, I should be spoiling you like this more often” Riki said with a smile.

Not even 15 minutes later, mid-kiss, a bullet interrupted the two. Now half an hour had passed and they were under the table, y/n’s glare being the first thing to hit him instead of a bullet. “Babe, I didn't think they’d find us here… I have a gun on me just stay down ok? I love you” Riki said, kissing her forehead as he left the table, pulling out his guns and shooting all those attackers in one go. “Now… where were we?” Riki asked as the girl sighed, her hair a mess “we were going home.” she simply said, walking out of the restaurant as Riki sighed.

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[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 344: A Sunday at Melissa's, p2

Something’s not right, I thought, as suddenly my eyes shot open in the morning light and a sense of something dark and awful stormed through me. Something is very very wrong.

I sat upright, in my messy bed. I’d slept - I’d actually slept - there beside him for like a lot of hours. Funny, haha, with all the changes in me, all I’d gained, getting that much sleep was kinda weird. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

Wait…where was Jay?

A cold fear filled me. That’s something else I’m not used to…but I knew what it meant. I bolted upright like on instinct, leapt out of bed and shot out of my bedroom dressed in nothing but the robe I’d slept in. 

Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is desperately horribly wrong.

My hands found themselves on the railing of the upstairs balcony hallway and before even a thought I had vaulted over it, was flying in the air and dropping fifteen feet to the first floor. I hit the ground of the great room like I weighed a ton, the thunderous <<BOOM>> of my feet shaking the house and cracking something below me. 

Feeling suddenly like a new force of nature I stood up in the great room and my eyes went super-focused. I scanned the room. Everything seemed…fine. It was nice and quiet. Well…wait. There was a broken floor-to-ceiling window over there, shattered inward, partially cleaned up and covered with plastic. But that’s not you…that was Marisela. How did I know that? I dunno but I totally ignored it. It was clear that everyone had already left, and nothing else looked wrong, but still I couldn’t shake this terrible sense of badness.

I struggled to keep my voice calm. "Jay! Jay honey where are you!?" I called out as my haha almost x-ray eyes searched the room looking for him. I somehow know you’re close by, and you’re in trouble, but wh- And then I saw him, through the open slider doors, in the pool. Just the hint of the top of his head as it sunk into the water.

I rushed forward causing the glass door to nearly shatter as I threw it wider open and ran into the pool enclosure.

Oh no…Oh God!

Even in my rush I was able to open my robe, shed it, causing it to fly off behind me and from ten feet away I took a leap -

I was underwater, I was grabbing hold of him; he’d sunk to the bottom. His eyes were open, they met mine. He was so scared. He needed me. 

I took hold of him with both hands pulling him close to me as I used my long, powerful legs to push off the bottom of the pool sending us up, through the water, past the surface. 

“Jay!!!”

He couldn’t even cough as he struggled to breathe.

I can make him breathe

Holding his limp body there in my arms, my feet treading the water in the deep end, I pinched his nose and put my mouth over his, holding him in a long deep kiss as I breathed life into him. 

Jay!!

I can control his breathing. 

With my air in his lungs I sucked deep pulling the water from him until he needed to cough. Then water, gushing out of them. He coughed. He coughed and coughed and then his eyes shot open near to bursting. You’re alive!!! So scared, but he was alive. My eyes were still on him, in half-panic myself.

“JayOhMyGOD!!!” I exclaimed, as I all but shook him back to life.

>>cough cough cough!!!<<

“JAY ARE YOU OKAY?!?!”

I held him to me, one arm around his torso, the other supporting his head. His arms were over my shoulders. 

>>cough cough<<  >>cough cough<<

“Talk to me! Jay!”

>>cough…cough<<  “yes…yes…<cough>...I’m okay…”

I pulled him into me tighter. Through my bare breasts I could feel his heart pounding, racing. 

“THANK GOD!”

He started to sob, in big wracking breaths.  

"Shhh…shhhhh…it's okay now,” I told him, trying to settle my own voice from my own panic, be strong and calm for him, “I got you."

I held him close against my bare chest allowing him to soak me in, my warmth and love, taking my pheromones right from my wet skin. I was slowly able to calm him down, and had paddled us closer to the shallow end, so my feet could just touch the pool floor.  My right arm slid down his back, under his bottom so I could cradle him more like a baby to me. I rocked him back and forth in the water, hushing him. I could feel him shivering in my hands, though the pool water was still warm. He was so weak now, so small and helpless and scared. I couldn’t help but think how adorable he was and how much he…nnngh…needed me. As badly and worried as I felt for him, I understood this was an important moment for us, maybe even a good thing. 

So I could cradle him better, I let him rest his head on my shoulder as I slowly moved into shallower water, so my upper chest just crested the pool’s surface. Bouncing him gently I focused on calming him down and getting him to stop shaking. I was naked, but his sodden t-shirt kept us from being skin-to-skin, so with barely a thought I’d torn it from him from the back. 

That was better, his chest on mine. In a moment, his shorts were gone too; I let them all sink to the bottom as sodden rags. Now there we were, holding one another, naked in the warm indoor pool on a Sunday morning. A light rain had begun outside, and it pitter-pattered on the overhead glass skylights. After a bit of reassurances, coos and whispers, his heartbeat began to settle, to match mine. Our hearts were beating together. 

“There honey there you go,” I spoke softly to him, as I began to walk him around in the warm water. I was using all my presence to soothe him. “All better?”

“M-Melissa…” he said, the first word he’d spoken. My name. Good. “I…I think you just saved my life.”

“Oh no you…you would have been fine,” I said. But, yes. I had saved him. 

“N-no, Melissa, seriously. I was drowning,” he said, his voice so small and submissive, “I would have died. I owe you my life.”

“Okay, well…I’m glad I was here.” Is that right? I own your life now haha not really but omg how hot an idea is THAT??

“You were amazing,” he continued, head up, looking right at me. I must look a mess, hair all wet. “You’re so beautiful.”

Haha nnnngh!! Say that again!  I was feeling, suddenly, a little worked up, now that he was in a little awe, so thankful, extra submissive to me. The moment was tender, us together, alone, bonding, and I loved it. I was his protector, as much a parent and guardian as a lover, and he knew it. His cock, too. It had grown into another glorious erection as if to  thank me as it pushed up against my belly where I held him.  I wanted to fuck him so hard, right then, but knew it’d probably kill him haha. 

”How are you feeling?” I asked, using my left hand to gently pull his head back onto my right shoulder. 

”I…I feel alright. But I have a throbbing headache,” he admitted. 

I tutted, and laid my hand on his wet head. Cupping it from the back, I ran it up, over his little skull, and palmed his forehead. A cool peace passed from me to him, and I removed my hand. He looked up at me. 

“Headache’s gone?” I asked. 

“Y-yeah…” he answered, in obvious awe. The look on his face made me, again, want to fuck him silly. But I’d learned, I guess, enough in therapy. Hold your horses, Missy. You’ll get what you want. 

He looked down, into my bobbing cleavage. In the water they shone, they jiggled and wobbled buoyantly.

“They’re like floaties, huh?” I asked, giggling. 

“y-yeah,” he answered, apparently entranced by my haha giant inflated pool toys. 

“Do you like how big they’re getting?” I asked, gently sloshing myself up and down a little to bring them more movement, more jiggles for him to stare at. He stammered something but was mostly speechless. “I’ve grown 8 cups sizes since I started working here,” I told him, still jiggling, “and I think it’s because of you.”

“m-me?” he answered. Eight cup sizes?! I could hear it steamrolling through his brain, like he couldn’t believe it, Eight!?! Because of-??

“Yes you silly,” I giggled, rocking my shoulders to give my floating tits some extra waves, “I know how much you like them big.”

“haha s-sure…” he tried to chuckle. 

He doesn’t believe me. “Seriously,” I laughed, “I think my whole body is changing, becoming more what you need.”

Now he looked up at me. I loved this man, and was starting to feel like I didn’t care if he knew. But…I didn’t want to freak him out. Better to keep it light. 

“More and more and more!” I laughed again, wobbling my big buoyant boobs, feeling my muscles slowly start to swell, “More Melissssy, everywhere. That’s what you want right haha!”

The poor thing looked confused. “y-you’re just, like…going to the gym a lot, right?” he asked, the dear, “Eating more?” 

He makes me giggle so hard! “Omigod Jay,” I smiled, “you’re adorable…”  Moving Into water that was a bit more shallow, more of my breasts now rose above the surface. His eyes went back down to them. They really are so big! “All the chest presses and dumbbell flys in the world wouldn’t do this, sweetie,” I continued, seeing how rapt he was with, frankly, how jaw-droppingly perfect my breasts were, “neither would the milkshakes. I have you to thank for this, my little boob-monkey.”

“Boob monkey?” he complained, though still unable to peel his peepers from my tit. 

I see you looking at my nipple. I’ll give you a moment…

He didn’t look away.

“See..? See what I mean? You’re staring at my nipple. You can’t keep your eyes off it.”

That, actually, got him to tear his eyes off it. The look he gave me made my heart melt. You really want this, don’t you?

“Do you want to practice what we were doing last night?” I asked, tenderly. Okay, sweetie, if that’s what you need…. 

His brow knit in a question. 

…even if you don’t know it yourself.  

“Dry-nursing,” I continued.

That got his attention. “I, uh-” he tried. Through my chest, I felt his pulse starting to quicken. I guess mine had too. He was already really hard. 

“Except…I’m all wet with pool water…” I said, as I began to readjust him in my arms, lower him a bit, tilt him more into a carry-cradle. I was bringing his face now closer to my big left breast, which aside from a bit of its lower swell now completely cleared the water. “…so it’ll be more like…wet nursing <giggle!>”

My pheromones (did I spell that right, finally?) have a range kind of like a bad home wifi network. Close to me they’re really strong, further away not so much. I know that when he’s far from me, or from the artificial ones they pump into the office, or from the ones coming from the other girls, he starts to feel a bit weird. The pool water on my skin, in fact, was keeping my perfumes from really getting to him, but now as I brought him towards my nipple, I could feel it in how his body relaxed. They were strong, right around it, at my areolae. I don’t know if he would have complained anyway, but I saw how his eyes dilated and how he settled right in. I barely had to do anything, just cradle his head to me and he opened up naturally himself, latching on. Yes, I had some warm pool water on me, and he probably first got a taste of that. But, then, I could feel my pheromones redoubling and even though I had no milk for him the pheromones coming from my breast began to lull him, arouse him, bond him to me. God it felt good! ‘Yes, baby, suck my nipple,’ I wanted to tell him…and, haha, I think I maybe even did!

Again, he didn’t complain, or fuss, or fidget at all. Maybe because of what he’d just been through, or maybe because we’d practiced this last night, but Jay just took right to nipple-sucking. I’d swelled up, harder and bigger in his mouth, my aureole puffing. He just closed his eyes and suckled, his thin little arms now curled up in front of him. He was, this morning after his accident, extra submissive and cuddly, so I guess this was coming just naturally. “I think you probably tripped and fell into the pool because you don’t understand how uncoordinated and weak you’ve gotten,” I spoke down to him, with a smile watching him buried in my breast, “It was an honest slip, a mistake. But it wouldn't have happened if you were a strong, coordinated adult, would it?” 

Ooo, you just got tense. I can tell that struck home a little. But, so sorry, we have to do this. That he just kept dry-nursing, and even buried himself in a little deeper…that was encouraging, that was good. You’re learning, accepting. I felt so proud of him. 

In fact, we heard it aloud. 

“That’s a good mama, keeping him safe,” came Josie’s voice. 

We both looked up, me smiling, him just with wide, shocked and dismayed eyes, to see Josie standing there on the pool deck. She was dressed casually, sweatpants and a tee. Immediately his head tried to pull itself from my breast but I just held him there, told him to shush, relax. 

Josie had come back to pick up her bag, which she’d forgotten, she said. But she’d felt something was wrong even before she’d pulled in, and when I told her what had happened - the fall into the pool, me saving him - she seemed both surprised and relieved. Jay was mortified, I could tell, but after his first try at peeling himself off me he’d been a good boy and basically just kept quiet, even still sucking. 

“Well, I see someone’s back to their normal self,” Josie said, 

sounding rather amused by how awkward he’d seemed for a moment, but then how he seemed mostly at peace again. Pheromones are so great, aren’t they? “Are you two just hanging out today?” she asked. 

At that, I figured he should probably say hi. So, I gently pulled my nipple from his mouth and spun him around in my arms, so he could see Josie. He was still submerged from the neck down but his head was right between my breasts.

“I think so, right honey?” I asked, looking down at the top of his little head, his wet hair. I couldn’t see much! “You want to hang out here with me all day?”

Jay, for his part, didn’t have much to say, didn’t answer. I didn’t mind, I’d give him some time. Maybe the dry-nursing had done something to him. 

“He doesn’t want to talk, huh?” Josie said, cocking her head down at him, “You could have just kept his face on your boob I guess.” 

I giggled. “Oh, sweetie, don’t be shy!” I implored, “I don’t mind if you talk with people from between my breasts.” In fact I might prefer it. 

At that, we both giggled, Josie and I, and I just hugged him to me, both hands around his chest, a bit more tightly. He was embarrassed, yes. But you shouldn’t be. We all love you!

Anyway, after a little bit more, Josie thanked us both for the fun night and left. I told her to drive safe in the rain and called after her to make sure to lock the door behind herself. 

“Alone again, baby,” I said, as I lifted him up and turned him, again, to face me. My ears picked up the sound of the front door closing, and that the latch had been turned. “Just the two of us, no one to bother us. We have the whole day together,” I said, watching the emotions play over his incredible, adorable face, “what do you want to do..?”

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TEETH pt. 19

WC: 3k Summary: Everything was fine. So... what happened?

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Bucky followed you back to your room. You told him you needed a shower and to change, but he followed you like a lost puppy. It was cute for a moment until you stepped out of the bathroom in fresh clothes, and Bucky was sitting on your bed that you shared with Tony.

A growl left you, “get off,” your eyes flash.  Bucky startles and leaps off the bed, eyes wide.  You sigh, “anywhere else, just not…not there.” 

Bucky nods and mumbles a quiet apology.  You head into the walk-in closet and bring him a backpack with spare clothes in it.

“To keep your stuff in,” you give him a small smile. He takes it and holds it to his chest and gives you a grateful smile.  “I'll be out in a minute,” you nod to the door, and Bucky takes his leave.  Though you can tell he doesn't stray far.

You grab your phone and send a text to Tony. You can tell your mark on him is disappearing, and it's making you anxious. 

You: Hi

Tony: Hey, good lookin. How goes senior care?

You: haha, very funny.…it could have gone better.

Tony: I shouldn't be gone much longer, honey. I'll be back before you know it. Ok? 

You: Yeah. Okay. 

I could use all the help I can get, you thought. Flopping back on the bed with an arm over your eyes and the other clutching your phone to your chest, you heave a sigh. 

One step at a time. 

In the distance, you think you hear someone call your name, but it's far and sounds like it's underwater. Something shifts under you, and they call your name again.

All at once, sound and feeling and a bright light hit you.  You shoot up in bed, eyes alight and fangs extended as a growl leaves your chest. 

Steve and Sam are at the foot of your bed.  Had you fallen asleep? You can't even remember ever dozing off. 

You retract your Shifted features slowly, scrubbing a hand down your face. “Wha…? Shteve? S-Sammy?” You mumble through a sleep-addled haze.

Steve has his hands on his hips, brows low over his eyes as he stares daggers down at you. You bristled, returning his glare.

“What?” 

“He's gone,” is all he says to you. And then storms out of the room, but not before punching a fist sized hole in the wall near the door.

Your claws tear out of you, and you rip the comforter, some down feathers puffing out around you. A growl gets stuck in your chest as tears prick your eyes. The burning in your nose intensifies as you hold it in.

You clear your throat,  “How long was I asleep?”

Sam shifts on his feet, arms crossed over his chest.  His brows are pulled together in worry, “45 minutes,” he seems on edge.

Then you realize your claws are still out gripping tightly to your sheets. “Sorry,” you mumble, retracting claws and scooting to the edge of the bed. The full moon was affecting you more and more as the day went on.  Going head to head with Steve won’t solve anything and won't keep your temper under control.  You bury your head in your hands and let out a heavy exhale.

“What happened?” When you peek up at Sam, he's looking at you with concern in his eyes. 

Sam shrugs, “Steve and I were waiting in the room you told us to. After about half an hour, Steve got restless and went looking for Barnes.  When he couldn't find him, he went looking for you.  And when Steve didn't come back, I found him.  Um. In here,” Sam looked away from you then and shifted on his feet.

When you get up to leave, Sam follows you out, and you both find Steve looking out a large window at the city below.  He holds his hand up, a piece of paper folded between his fingers.

“He left this,” he says lowly, then looks over his shoulder at you, “for you.”

Your brows furrow, “for me?” And when you reach Steve's side, he lowers his hand so you can take the note.  There's a hand drawn picture of a flower on it.  A smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“Did you read it?” You ask him, and when he doesn’t answer, you look up to see Steve looking at you. He shakes his head no. “Do you want to read it with me?” He takes a deep breath before nodding once, crossing his arms over his chest. You unfold the paper, and when you go to read it, there's only three words:

Petal. I'm sorry.

“Oh.” Is all you say, and you show Steve. His nostrils flare, and he deflates, going to move to the couch.  

-*-

Hours later

Miss, I believe there is something you should see. JARVIS’ voice rang out in the living room right before the television turned on, turning to a news station. 

“Natasha??” You sit up on the couch, feet tucked under you, and you adjust the blankets around you. “Uh, Steeeve?? STEVE!?” You call out, and a moment later, he comes charging into the living room with Sam behind him. And when he looks at you confused, you point at the TV.

“J, turn it up,” you say, Steve and Sam taking a seat on either side of you on the couch.

The camera pans around the room, settling behind a red head with the giant symbol of the United States Department of Defense looming behind the men of the committee.

“Why haven’t we yet heard from Captain Rogers?”

“I don’t know what there is left for him to say.  I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently,” The camera shifts to show none other than Natasha Romanoff sitting calmly at a big round table with members of the DoD.

You giggle at Nat’s wit.  She certainly has a way to sass people and still be calm and cool under pressure.

“Well, he could explain how this country’s expected to maintain its national security now that he and you have laid waste to our intelligence apparatus.”

Nat’s eye twitched slightly, “HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence.”

“Many of which you seem to have had a personal hand in telling,” the Committee General leered. He looked down his nose at Nat.

Another man leaned forward, his forearms on the table in front of him, “Agent, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given your service record - both this country and against it- that you belong in a penitentiary, not mouthing off on Capitol Hill.”

Natasha smirked, her head tilting to the side a little, “You’re not gonna put me in a prison,” she shook her head, red hair shifting with the movement, “You’re not gonna put any of us in prison.  You know why?”

“Do enlighten us,” he all but seethed.

“Because you need us.  Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we helped make it that way, but we’re also the ones best qualified to defend it.  So, if you want to arrest me, arrest me.  You’ll know where to find me.” Natasha pushed her chair back and stood, giving one last smirk before she left the DoD hall.

The volume of the TV turned down as the news panned to the outside of the building, a man started talking, about what, you couldn’t be sure.  The marquee at the bottom of the screen scrolls through saying Washington, D.C. was still in ruin and who to blame for the damage.  Then, going on to say Agents of SHIELD/HYDRA were scattered and fleeing or being taken into custody."  

Your mind went to Bucky, and you worried if he got out of New York City ok.

The next scroll of the marquee asked the question: Where has Captain Rogers gone, In Hiding, or Regrouping?

You chanced a glance at Steve, he was sat forward with his elbows on his knees, head rested on his fists and brows low.  The look in his eyes suggested he was lost in thought.  

Your skin rippled, like waves in the wake of a boat through the water, the fur of your Coyote wanting to be set free.  You hunched over and gripped the blanket tight, claws coming out and ripping holes in the blanket with the force of it. You haven't gone this long without Shifting so close to a full moon in a long time. 

You didn't realize you were growling until Steve put a hand on your shoulder.  You shot him a look, but he didn't flinch.  He squeezed your shoulder and gave you a small smile.

“If you need to Shift, it's okay,” his hand goes between your shoulder blades, and he rubs small circles.  Then Sam puts a hand on your other shoulder and squeezes.

“Don't worry, Baby Girl, we won't go anywhere,” Sam reassured.  You nodded, but something in you told you not to Shift. Something deep in your bones.  It doesn't sit well with you. And that just puts you more on edge, your knee bouncing to try and distract yourself if only for a little.

“I'll- I'll be fine,” you tell them. And you hope you will be.

*-*

Tony was so over these meetings.  There was a reason he stepped down as CEO, well maybe one of the reasons.  But also another reason he paid people to do things for him. 

He can't even remember what the last 4 meetings were about. Shit, he couldn't tell you what this one was about. 

Tony lounged back in his chair, cheek resting on his fist on the armrest, and he sighed dramatically. 

“Is there a problem, Mr. Stark?” Some uppity asshole asked, what seemed like the 10th time. 

Tony scrubbed a hand down his face before he answered.  He groaned.

“Just fine, Paul, keep it goin’,” Tony rolled his wrist as if to keep the banter rolling.  “I've been in and out of meetings for the last 2 days.  I'm still on New York time, after all.”  Tony reached for his phone when he felt it vibrate in his pocket.  It was a text from you, and his eyes brightened, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

He knew you had found Barnes out on the streets of New York. It worried him more than he let you know. But he knew you could take care of yourself. 

Tony also knew that Steve and his friend were there. Not much goes on inside his Tower without him knowing about it.  JARVIS keeps him up to date with all things concerning you, the company you keep, and the Avengers. 

You seemed exhausted, even though it was through text, he had a feeling, somewhere in him, maybe at the base of his skull. He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, hair standing on end only a little bit.  He went to run his fingers over the mark you gave him but was sorely disappointed when he couldn't feel it anymore.

Tony rubbed a hand over the spot on his chest where his Arc reactor used to be.  Sometimes, he forgets it's not there anymore, which is astounding because it was basically a gaping hole in the middle of his chest.

Tony came back to the present just as the meeting was ending. He shot up out of the swivel office chair and made it way towards the exit. He was so done with meetings and people, and London.  He was done.  And with that revelation, he decided to leave. Get on his jet and go home. To you.

On the elevator down, he felt it again, the hair on his neck standing on end, and he ran a hand through his hair to shake the feeling. A cold feeling running down his torso like a stone to his stomach.  Tony staggered back, bracing a hand on the wall to hold himself upright. 

Sir, is everything alright? JARVIS asked, a small display lighting up Tony's tinted glasses.

“Not sure, J,” Tony replies, his other hand coming up to his healed but scared chest.  “I feel like my insides are on fire, and I've been doused with ice water,” he groans again, head falling low between his shoulder blades.  The soft chime of the elevator reaching the ground floor alerts him, and Tony staggers again to stand up right.

The suit is waiting out front, Sir. 

As soon as Tony clears the front doors, he's falling into his Suit.  Collapsing to his knees and heaving gasping breaths in.

“JARVIS, what the hell’s the matter with me?” Tony clammers to his feet,  resting his hands on his knees. “Another panic attack?” His veins felt like fire and ice, with each pump of his erratic heartbeat a new wave of pain would shoot through him.

I'm not entirely sure, Sir.  It does appear that Miss Jones is also having similar symptoms.

“What? Show me!” Before Tony could finish his statement, JARVIS was already putting the live footage from the Tower on the HUD in the Iron Man helmet. 

-*-

Steve and Sam haven't left the couch, but you've been pacing for the last 10 minutes, shaking your hands out at your sides each time your skin ripples, but you can't Shift.  You've tried.

The ice through your veins makes you shudder, and then the heat goes through you with your next step. 

“I don't get it,” you say between clenched teeth.  At least your fangs and claws still shine through, even though nothing else will.  Your hands come up to grip the roots of your hair, “this has never happened before.” 

“The whole,” Sam waves a hand around in your direction, “not Shiftin’ thing?  Ever heard of something like this happening before?” 

You think for a moment, eyebrows pinching together as you try and think. Another wave of ice goes through you, and you shudder again.  It's not really painful, now that you think about it.  It's more annoying and bothersome than anything. Something you can't quite put your finger on.  Everything SHOULD hurt, but it's muted.

“Leon…” is all you say before an unnatural warmth floods your chest, it's familiar, it's comforting.  You've felt it before.

And then there's a blinding pain, like being stabbed with silver, and it shoots from your neck to your toes and fills you with unparalleled dread and pain.  You hunch over and scream, fur ripping out of you like your skin was too tight.  You claw at your back, ripping your shirt and skin with it, blood flows from the open wounds, and it's the only relief you can get from the hot searing pain that's coursing through your body.

Something hits you hard in the side, tackling you to the ground and you flail, claws lashing out on the weight straddling you, and then your hands are pinned above you, you thrash again trying to buck whatever weight is on top of you.

“-I'm trying! She's not listening! That's enough! Listen to me!  Flowers, stop!” It's Steve. He must have been shouting at you for a while because when you open your eyes, he visibly relaxes. He mutters a thank God, and when you stop struggling, the grip on your wrists is released, and you bring your hands down to look at them.

Your claws are still out, there's blood covering them, and when you flex your shoulder blades, you wince.  You can feel the skin stitching itself back together, the fur that ripped through your skin still there and matted with crimson.

“What the hell was that?!” Sam shouts, his chest heaving as he steps back a few paces.

You pant and scrub your hands down your face.  Steve is still straddling your legs, one of his hands resting on his thigh and the other on your stomach.  He can easily restrain you again if he needs to.  You nod to yourself, smart.

“Leon,” you rasp. One shoulder shrugging and your arms falling out to your sides with a small thud.

“You said that earlier,” Steve tilts his head up to you.  Just how long were you struggling?  “What does your brother have to do with this?” He waves a hand up at you. 

Your brows furrow, tears welling up and falling down your temples.  “I-I think he f-found hi-his mate.” You wince, the fur down your arms stands on end, and you try to shift your weight around under Steve. 

“That a good thing?” Sam asks.

You groan, and when you look at Steve, you nod at him. He warily gets up off of you, taking measured movements just in case you start trying to tear your skin off again.

“Usually.  I felt it,” you struggle to sit up, bones creaking and popping as you do.  “The minute he knew, it was like a-a warmth that filled my chest, it was nice,” you're lips curl with a small smile, and then it fades just as fast.  When you look up at Steve and then Sam, your expression is dark.

“And then it felt like a thousand silver needles were jammed into my body. Over, and over again.” 

“Is that why you were trying to tear yourself apart?” You nod, another small shudder running through your body.

The soft chime of the elevator reaching your floor turns all your heads. 

A voice calls from around the corner, “Lucy, I'm home!” And out steps Tony, arms out wide and then fall to his sides as he takes in the sight of the three of you. And then you, bruised and bloody on the floor with matted fur peeking out along your skin, torn shirt across your back and tear tracks down your face.  But you visibly perk up as his eyes meet yours.

Tony's hands move to his hips, brows furrowing, “You've got some explaining to do.”

[new-dawn-au]

Am I going to make Apis and Saki canon? Hell yeah, they're too cute not to! Don't blame me, blame the little demon pulling my heart to make this happen X3

Bold = texting

"Italics with quotation marks = thinking"

This was not good.

It was supposed to be a normal day, but of course, something had to go wrong. The thunder was too loud, too near, too…. Familiar. And Apis was not a fan.

He could feel tears building up in his eyes and his own grip on reality or any sense quickly slipping away as he tried to find somewhere to hide from it all.

He had stupidly forgotten his house keys, and Adonis was working that day so he couldn't unlock the door for him, leaving him in a bad situation of having to wait for hours to go home. And it sucked.

But just as he was about to break down, he heard a voice he had grown fond of over the past few months. "Apis? Are you okay?" Saki asked her friend, visibly worried about him.

Apis looked to his friend and tried to muster a smile but miserably failed, letting tears fall as he clung onto her.

"Please… don't let them hurt me again. I can't go back, I can't, they'll hurt me, I just know it. I'm dead if they find me, please don't make me go back… help me, please." He mumbled through his tears, he couldn't control himself when he was like this. He felt embarrassed, embarrassed that he was breaking down like this and having a breakdown in front of someone he considered a good friend.

Surprisingly to him, Saki had not pushed him away, instead pulling him closer and taking him to her house. Despite her knowing little to nothing about what he was talking about, she still comfored him. "It's okay, I won't let them take you. You'll be safe here."

By the time they had both entered her room, Apis had fainted from panic, leading Saki to lend him her bed and pull the covers over him whilst she went to get something for the both of them to eat and drink.

Nobody was home today so it left her to watch over her friend without interruptions. Suddenly, his phone received a message.

Adonis: That thunder is really loud isn't it? Hope you're ok❤️

Yikes, it was going to be complicated to explain that Apis wasn't actually seeing this message and that he had passed out. But Saki did it in the best way she knew how to.

Apis: this is Saki Tachibana, a friend of Apis from school! He's at mine rn bc he got scared by the thunder and he's sleeping thru it srry do you want me to wake him up? :)

Adonis: no, it's fine. It's nice to know that he has many good friends now. Or maybe you're more than friends🤨? Jkjk

Wait, what?

Was Apis's dad trying to suggest that they were… dating?! Saki had never even considered dating him! However..

She did find him very kind and cute. And it was so fun messing with his hair, it was always so soft and he always reacted so cutely when she accidentally touched his neck when playing with his hair with his little giggle and nose scrunch followed by his insistence that he was most definitely not ticklish on his neck despite him obviously being so. And his face was attractive as well, she had thought of kissing him before…. Wait, kissing?!

Okay, so she might like him, but there was no way that he felt the same!

Apis: omfg no💀 were not dating but Im flattered that you think I cud end up with sum1 like him XD

Adonis: uh huh, sure thing lol. If he isn't up or still at yours by half 4 then give me your address and I'll come for him.

Apis: will do.

A few hours later, Apis stirred awake and looked around before seeing Saki and realising what just happened. "Ah, Saki! I'm sorry for falling asleep in your bed, it won't happen again!" "Haha! It's fine, you were scared and you needed it, I don't mind." Saki smiled, handing him a rice ball.

"I assumed that you'd be hungry when you woke up so I made some rice balls for you, do you like it?" Apis took a bite and smiled back at her, blushing slightly. "Mmhmm! It's really nice, thank you."

There was that look again, that smile and those rosy cheeks. And those eyes… it made Saki truly realise her feelings for him.

She loved him, she actually loved someone again. She didn't even think she could love like this after her last relationship, but here she was, basking in Apis's presence, loving his existence, loving being around him.

Nope, she had to stop herself there. She was supposed to be looking after him, she could crush over him another time! "Hey, are you thirsty? I have some apple juice downstairs that I can go get if you want." Apis nodded and followed her to the kitchen, holding her hand to keep his balance stable

Saki could just feel herself overheating, his hands were strangely soft in comparison to her rough ones up, they felt like heavenly buttercream to her and she adored it.

But all of a sudden, she heard whimpering coming from him as he pulled his hand back, covering his white eye. "It must be that scar again! But how can I help him?" Saki thought, coming to a reckless conclusion.

She held his wrists gently so as to not hurt him, leant near his face and placed a gentle kiss on his white eye and scar, gaining a squeak from him. "E-Eh?! Saki, what are you doing?.."

"Oh shit! I am so sorry, I didn't know what to do and I thought that if I kissed it then the pain would go away! That was really stupid, I'm so sorry again." Saki apologised profusely before Apis interrupted. "You don't have to apologise! I… um.. actually kind of liked it.. it made me feel safe, and warm and fuzzy inside and I don't know why.. is there something wrong with me?"

Saki widened her eyes, could he feel the same thing towards her as she did to him? She had to test it.. "Hey, is it okay if I try something? You can stop if you feel weird or uncomfortable."

Apis nodded his head. Granted, he didn't know what was going to happen, but he put all of his faith and trust in Saki.

She leant near his face again, kissing his lips as she closed her eyes. She was taken by positive surprise when she felt Apis kiss back slightly, so he did feel the same way! His lips were just as soft as the rest of him, it was clear that they had been bitten out of anxiety and overall stress,but it wasn't unpleasant, it was kind.

Apis pulled away to catch his breath, his cheeks now a bright red. "I.. enjoyed that… a lot. I think that I… love you."

Saki smiled wide, her cheeks the same as his as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him I to a hug. "I love you too, Apis."

IT'S DONE AND NOW I'M GONNA BURRY MY HEAD IN FLUFF OVERLOAD, GOOD BYE