#i wrote this in like....45 minutes but had to stop cause i had to calm myself down cause it was getting to me too much.

[hotchswifey]

a little bit shy - rafael barba x reader smut

i wrote this like a year ago and never posted it???????? oml i kept thinking it was unfinished but like it’s 2700 words  😭 😭 😭 😭

 anyways i’m not rewriting it or even rereading it so!!! anyways, this is shitty but it’s mine so it’s fine

warnings: shy!reader, smut, vaginal fingering, reader is a virgin (par hand stuff she’s done with rafael), reader owns a bookstore/cafe, written with an age gap in mind (rafael is like ?? 40?? 45??? reader is like 23/24), rafael is a babe and i love him, your honour, also rafael is a brief man and nobody can convince me otherwise, also like the office spoilers ig??? but nothing major, daddy/papi kink, the reader may have a slight humiliation kink (it’s self-projection babes), also the translation is through google so sorry if it is incorrect!

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You sat on the counter of your café, reading one of Stephen King’s books. You had closed up at 19:00 like you did every day (par Sundays where you closed up at 17:00); however, you had stayed behind in your store, deciding that you would leave when the rain cleared up - which, it hadn’t. You looked at the grandfather clock standing up against the wall - quarter past nine. The time had flown by as you were too engrossed in your book to notice the world outside and join the world written on the pages. You sighed as you jumped off the counter, folding the corner of (what was now) your personal copy of Doctor Sleep, realising that the weather would not get better anytime soon. Grabbing your hoodie (while cursing your past self for not bringing a coat to work), you turned off the lights, ensuring the ovens and such were also turned off. You grabbed your keys, preparing for the harsh weather, before stepping outside (albeit reluctantly). The rain hit your face harshly, the wind almost making breathing impossible, as you made your way quickly (or as quick as the wind would let your body move) down the sidewalk. You should have probably just called an Uber as you got to the corner of the street. But, then again, you had money to return to the shop. You halted on the corner, debating it but rejecting the idea. You were already soaking from being outside for a few minutes, so what were another... 20... to your apartment. It took you about ten seconds to go to Rafael’s apartment. You had only been dating for a couple months, but his place was, at most, ten minutes away from your shop, and you were freezing. You rushed down the sidewalk until you got to his building, standing underneath a roof; you quickly texted him with trembling fingers, asking if he could let you in, figuring he wouldn’t hear your voice on the intercom system due to the wind. The door buzzed open within seconds, which you were highly thankful for, and you made your way to the elevator, which you took to the top floor. Rafael answered the door after you knocked, still in his suit (confirming your suspicion that he had not stopped working even now; you were pretty surprised he was even home, as he was usually spending all his free time in his office). His eyes went wide immediately, taking in your wet form. “Hermosa, wha-” he cut himself off (something you didn’t know he was even capable of doing) as he opened the door wider for you to come in. “You’re soaking,” he said as he reached for the zipper of your hoodie. “Really? I hadn’t noticed,” you quipped back as you slapped his hands away, grabbing the zipper to try to pull it down, but you couldn’t quite do it with your trembling hands (which were a dangerously dark red). Rafael grabbed it again, slapping your hands away this time, pulling the zipper down and peeling the fabric off your skin as it stuck to you. “What were you thinking?” he looked down at you sternly, causing you to roll your eyes. “Calm down, I’m fine-” “You’re going to get ill,” he interrupted, taking your phone from you and placing it on the coffee table face down (which seemed to be his way of telling you I’m taking this because you are almost vibrating from how cold you are, not because I’m going to look through your phone, Hermosa). “you need a shower.” “I’m fine!” you argued, and Rafael looked at you with a deadpan look. You stared at each other for about ten seconds before you gave in, mumbling quickly, “Fine.” He walked you towards the bathroom as if you didn’t know where it was and opened the door for you. A quick “thank you” later, and you were peeling off the rest of your clothes before figuring out how to turn on the shower. After about a minute (which felt like an eternity, considering you were feeling hypothermic), you grabbed a towel before heading back out to find Rafael putting your hoodie in a washing basket. “Rafael?” he turned around at that, his eyebrows furrowing - he was cute when he was overly concerned. You suddenly became aware that you were naked and blushed heavily, “How- how do you, um, turn the... shower on?” Once he showed you and left the room, you basked in the water, feeling your previously numb fingers returning to life. You were highly aware of how long you were in the shower, not wanting to waste water or heat or anything. As well as the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how you were only one wall away from Rafael - totally naked. You took his (very expensive looking) shampoo and soap, cleaning yourself and your hair, before turning off the shower and leaving. Only then did you realise that you had no clothes - unless you would put on cold, wet ones. You wrapped the same towel around yourself before sheepishly entering the bathroom. Rafael smiled at you from his seat on his couch, his work abandoned on the dining table, his suit jacket on the back of one of the chairs and his tie looser than when he had answered the door, and a glass of scotch in one hand and the tv playing Netflix. “I don’t- um, I- I don’t have any... clothes,” you stuttered, looking down at your feet and fiddling with the towel. “You can borrow one of my shirts,” he said, as if it was the most casual thing ever, like you two always did this. he got up, pausing (in what looked like) the office (which you had convinced him to watch after it came to your knowledge that he had never watched it), and began to pull out a shirt from his drawer in his bedroom, handing it to you, which you thanked him for, still blushing from your current predicament. He went to leave before you spoke again. “I- I don’t have any-” you stopped talking, blushing too much before you could say ‘panties’. “You don’t mind wearing mine, would you? Because, you see, I don’t have any panties,” You blushed at his bluntness but shook your head to say, “No, I don’t mind. When, in actuality, you did mind, but only because the thought made you feel hot. Like everything else had once you had made your way into his apartment. You were naked. And, now, you were going to wear Rafael’s clothes. He left for you to get dressed; you shut the door, making sure it was locked, before you dropped the towel, pulling on his briefs and shirt. His shirt was white, and as you looked in the mirror, you realised that, yes, he could definitely see your nipples through the shirt. You buttoned three buttons before turning around and checking how much of your ass it covered. Thankfully, it fell to your mid-thigh, and even more, it smelt like him. You exited the bedroom, turning to close the door behind you softly to not disturb Rafael’s Netflix. What you didn’t see, with your back turned, was Rafael staring at you (specifically, your ass) and licking his lips. As you turned back around, you saw him sit forward and place his free hand (the one without scotch in it) on his knee - unbeknownst to you, he was trying to hide his growing member. You smiled at him, which he returned, and joined him on the couch, sitting about a foot away. You were right when you thought he was watching the office. He was currently watching Jim fax Dwight messages from future Dwight. You brought your legs up to your chest, sitting back on the couch. I watched as Jan told Michael that the branch was closing. “Would you like a drink, cariño?” he asked, making his way (very quickly, you noticed) behind the couch, as you watched the TV. You looked up at him, smiling, asking him for some coffee. He kissed you on the forehead, causing you to giggle, and then started on your coffee. But you swore as he turned around that he was... hard? Your eyes widened, and your cheeks grew hot as your head flew forward to stare at the TV. A smile grew on your face, and you tried to hide it multiple times, but you just couldn’t; it was... cute. Rafael was unbelievably cute right now - plus, his ears were pink, which made him look... well, adorable. You made sure he couldn’t see your face as you smiled widely, but you realised you were failing when he said; “What’s happening?” “What?” you turned to him, still smiling. “In Scranton,” he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was, but you weren’t focused on the TV. You were focused on what was going on behind the kitchen counter he was standing behind. “Oh, right, there,” you said, although you were sure you sounded teasing, which you must have because Rafael’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean, ángel?” he asked, coming back to join you on the couch, handing you the coffee. He sat closer to you than you had previously sat next to him, not that you minded - you wanted to sit on his lap, not next to him, but you’d settle for this. “Nothing,” you smirked as you glanced at him - his trousers were still tight. Your eyes went wide momentarily, but it was enough for Rafael to notice. “What?” “What?” you sipped your coffee, covering your smile as you looked at him. he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his arm around you, bringing you into his chest. He put the coffee on the table for you, looking down at you as you turned your head completely to look him in the eye. “You’re hiding something.” “Am I, counsellor?” You moved your legs over him, and he pulled you onto his lap, causing you to yelp and him to chuckle, burying his face in your neck, nipping and kissing at your skin. Your cheeks began to burn again as your smile and teasing attitude disappeared, replaced with whimpers and gripping onto the hem of your (or, rather, his) shirt. You did notice, however, that you weren’t exactly on his lap but on his legs. Which meant he thought you hadn’t noticed his... situation. “What are you hiding, cariño?” he began to kiss further down, kissing at your collarbone. You reached down to palm at his slacks, the office still playing in the background. You heard his breath hitch, and his head flew up to look you in the eye. “What are you hiding, counsellor?” you grinned at him, blinking through your lashes. His ears burned, as well as his cheeks, and he looked pretty shocked, too. However, he quickly recovered. He smirked at you, gripping your wrist, causing you to pout. His lips found yours, and you whimpered into his mouth, causing him to smirk again. “I’m not hiding a thing, cariño,” he said against your mouth, moving your hand back down to his bulge. He hummed against your mouth as you squeezed him lightly. His hand gripped your thigh, the other resting on your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You whined into his lips, putting your hand, not playing with his bulge, on top of the one on your thigh. “Please, Rafael,” you whimpered. His hand on your thigh began to creep up your leg, coming up to the waistband of your briefs before slipping inside. That was new. Sure, you had done things with Raf before, but he was always very... slow. He just wanted to ensure you were completely comfortable with what was happening, but now? Seeing you in his shirt? His fingers teased your entrance momentarily before he gathered your slick and began rubbing at your clit with steady circles. Your hand immediately gripped his wrist, your fingers not even managing to close around his arm. Your back arched, your tits pressed against him, and pathetic whines fell from your lips. His lips were attacking your neck and collarbone, marking you. “Oh, god,” you whimpered out, his fingers beginning to speed up, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you against him. Your fingers, the ones not around his arm, gripped his waistcoat. His rubbing sent impulses up and down your body, your vocal cords working on their own accord and your limbs twitching. “Please, oh, god,” his fingers and mouth were the only things you could focus on, and the rest of the world fell away. You were becoming incoherent with your words, that much you were aware of, as you mumbled out, ‘please’s and ‘fuck’s. You were pretty amazed you had stayed coherent for that long, considering that you were usually a mumbling mess of a woman who couldn’t make eye contact or stop blushing when he touched any part of your skin. You brought his face up from your neck, wanting to kiss his scotch-flavoured lips. The passionate kiss did not stop you from whimpering against him or prevent you from moving his hand away from your clit and towards your entrance. "estás tan necesitado, ¿no es así, cariño?" his tone was teasing, though you had no idea what he was saying. You moaned as his fingers edged around your entrance, and you dropped your head into his neck to hide the growing blush, your eyes fluttering shut. Your hips bucked as best they could in the position you were in. You whined when he took his fingers away from you; however, after he had moved you onto his lap (and, therefore, on top of his hard-on), his fingers continued their previous actions. He sunk one finger into your heat, causing your hold on his vest to tighten and your other to clench as you lifted it, trying to decide what to do. Your legs fell wider as Rafael curled his fingers into your sweet spot (and, of course, he knew exactly where that was, despite only having done this a couple of times). “Please, Rafael,” your voice was heavily muffled by the fact that you were pressing your face against his neck. Still, he must have heard you because he added another finger into you, rubbing against your sweet spot with two fingers whilst his palm ground against your clit. “please, papi,” you mumbled out, causing Rafael to stutter in his pleasing ministrations and his cock to twitch. You immediately seized up, your eyes flying open against his neck. However, Rafael’s fingers continued without hesitation, his other hand moving to your ass and squeezing it, pulling you more towards him. He hummed against the side of your head. “Papi, cariño?” your cheeks flushed, the embarrassment of the situation catching up on you. Your hold on his vest tightened, and you were sure you were seconds away from tearing it. You whimpered against his skin, the humiliation only contributing to your impending orgasm. Rafael smirked down at you, loving how you looked, squirming and whimpering on his lap. he loved that you were shy. You were adorable when you were blushing and stumbling over your words whilst you looked everywhere but him. When you called him Papa? he almost groaned aloud. He could feel you pulsing around his fingers, your legs spasming and back arching. Taking his hand away from your ass (and slightly lifting one of his legs to not make you fall), he unbuttoned your shirt, kneading one of your breasts. Your whimpers turned into moans, gradually increasing in volume and frequency. “That’s it, Hermosa, cum on papi’s fingers."

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

@shannonallaround

I definitely do know the scene and just barely managed to not lose my mind over finding the clip you were talking about XD. Cause I have it in my gallery but won't let me add it on here so that stinks...

Buuut, I'm just reeling of the idea that Sonic thinks that Tom is just gone...the same way he knew that Longclaw was gone forever, only now it was right in front of him and laying absolutely still in his arms.

And you know what? I'm going to do it. I wrote a small ficlet under the cut based on a few ideas I've seen floating around on dealing with this idea...and this was all your doing dear Shannon >:)

Putting a TW death warning on here just in case cause...yeah, it's a sad one

Sonic couldn't move, for once in his short 14 years of living with the endless feeling of wanting to move and run around all over the place, had now vanished in seconds at the sight that he was staring at this very moment. He was only a foot away from him, but it felt like he was miles away from him, frozen on the ground while he was shouting in his mind for his legs to move and rush over to him.

Sonic didn't know when or how but one moment he still laying on the floor, the next he was suddenly standing over the body, laying on his side with his eyes closed, it was almost as if he was sleeping soundly against the hard, cold metal surface of the station. Slowly, he kneeled down onto one knee and lifted his upper body into his small arms, eyeing his face to see if he was semi- conscious.

"Tom? Hey Tom, please wake up."

He shuffles his one hand behind the man's head, while moving the other to his cheek, hoping to see just one twitch of a muscle on his face in response to the touch. The scent of burnt smoke quickly filled his nose and made his eyes water from the intensity of it. He could hear something going on behind him, what it was he wasn’t sure of other than hearing muffled yelling and thudding vibrations he could feel through the floor.

But there was still no reaction. No movement under his eyelids, no quiet breathing that escaped from his agape mouth. He just laid completely and deathly still.

Sonic felt his heart race and his body go numb all. No...no he was fine, he was FINE, he had to be okay. That energy blast it...it barley even hit him, he was certain of it. He knows that Tom pushed him out of the way before it even hit either of them when Shadow threw it in their direction...

No, he was just doing this for the dramatics right? Like he's always done back at home whenever they would tussle around in the living room and in the backyard, pretending to be hurt to mess with them and catch them off guard so he'd have to upper hand like he always did.

"Come on Tom, thi- this isn't funny anymore." He gave him a small shake as he lowly muttered. "Tom.."

He gave a more forceful shake, enough to where Tom’s head moved limply with the motion. "TOM!"

Nothing....absolutely nothing.

No.

No...no...no.

He can't be..

"Tom.....dad? Dad, please don't leave me." His hand clawed at his father's shirt, pulling his body closer to him. He could still smell the faint scent of that horrible, musty cologne he would always put on everyday mixed with the lasting smell of the woods that the house was surrounded with, now mixed with the ever growing burning smell that was filling the air. "Please wake up, please..."

A sob raised up in his throat before he could stop it, he buried his head underneath Tom’s chin, hugging his body so tightly in a way he never imagined doing. The fierce, piercing scream that had escaped from him echoed through the hollow, vast room.

"DAD!"

All he could do was sit on the cold ground, clutching one of the reasons why he choose to stay on earth, why he was able to find true happiness again, the reason why he was able to be apart of a family again slowly fade away in his arms forever.

"Forgive me, dad. I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry." Sonic sobbed, tears running down his cheeks. He couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything nor feel anything as he sat there and sobbed. It was only when he felt another pair of arms wrap around him was when he was able to snap out of the numbness.

His eyes were still closed so he couldn't even tell who it was at first, until he felt the familiar, warm fabric of a sweater rub up against his arms, he quickly picked up the comforting scent of vanilla and ginger and hearing stifled sniffling as the figure pulled him away from Tom’s body and closer to them.

Sonic didn’t try to fight it, knowing full well who is was and slowly titled his head to see Maddie, her face masked with unshed grief that he'd never seen from her before as she cradled him in her lap, facing him away from the body.

"I'm here. I'm here." She said in a hushed whisper, combing her fingers through his head quills and rubbing his back.

"....mom-." He could barely get the word out before he broke down again and buried his face into her chest. Maddie wrapped her arms tighter around him, listening to her son's sobbing as she continued to hold him.

The three onlookers watched sliently as the mother and son grieved together. Tails had dropped down his knees and rubbed furiously at his eyes to stop the tears that were continously shedding from his eyes as he sliently cried at the sight before him.

"I know baby. I know, I got you." Her voice became hoarse and struggled to keep her voice steady and silently wept along with him

Knuckles was only a few feet from where Tails was and even though he was preoccupied with dealing with the third onlooker by keeping them pinned to the ground, his heart grew heavy at the sight of his brothers dealing with the similar loss that he himself had gone through in losing not only his whole tribe but his own father as well.

The third onlooker however stayed still instead of moving to attack the echidna that currently had him in a death grip, he watch intently at the sight. Seeing the human take the hit of his chaos spear, knowing full well that he couldn't survive it, risking his own life to save that kid...

The same way that she did it all those years ago, risking her life so that he could survive after those humans betrayed them...

I've been seeing a lot of angsty sonic movie 3 au stuff lately. If the plot somehow makes it where Tom dies (or at least Sonic thinks he does) in the third movie, I want that scene to have the same raw energy as the scene from the 2003 live-action Peter Pan movie where Tink dies, Peter begs her to live, everything turns dark with his sorrow, and he screams her name.

@niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian @movie-robotnik-positivity

@welcome-to-green-hills @punkinspice

[spideykaiparker]

Not Your Average Field trip

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Field trip trope

warning(s) : slight smut, fluff

summary : peter's decathlon team are going on a field trip to Stark Industries, but peter wasn't allowed to go, long story short, they bumped into peter in the hallway, catching peter in a slight compromising situation.

author's note : okay, so this is my second peter parker fanfic, this is your typical peter parker field trip trope but with a slight twist, i had this idea for a while, so i hope you like it! it's okay if you don't, cause i just wrote this for my own entertainment, hehe. english is not my first language, so sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes.

I'm really sorry if it's bad, but i promise it gets better along the way!

anyways, happy reading! ^_^

it was noisy in the decathlon room, Mr. Harrington was in the principal's office because apparently there's some big news for the team.

about 45 minutes later, Mr. Harrington came back to the room with a bunch of papers, wearing an excited face. immediately all of the noise stopped and the focus was on Mr. Harrington.

"okay everyone, i have some exciting news here" Mr. Harrington said, practically shaking because he couldn't contain his excitement. "we're going to Stark Industries on Friday!" he continued with a huge grin.

"what?!"

"how?"

"we're going where?"

all of peter's decathlon teammates were freaking out, excited by the news, but peter, he was freaking out because of the fact that they were going to his work place.

but then again, his teammates except ned and mj doesn't even believe that peter got an internship at Stark Industries, they think that he's lying about his internship, hell, even some of his teachers doesn't believe him, even if he already gave them the legal documents, they still won't believe him, saying that he's forging the documents. where in reality, he really got an internship. Mr. Stark has gave him a real internship seeing as he's really intelligent, some might even say he's on par with Tony Stark himself. Mr. Stark made him his personal intern, but he could still work with the other interns.

"okay calm down everybody, I'm going to hand out these forms for your parents or guardians to sign, make sure to hand it in to me on thursday" Mr. Harrington explained while handing out the forms, still a bit excited himself.

"okay you may go now"

just as peter was heading out, Mr. Harrington called him over. "pete can you come here for a second" he said while gesturing with his hand for peter to come over.

"yes Mr. Harrington? is anything wrong?"

"ah yes, unfortunately, because some of the teachers don't believe that you really have an internship at Starks Industries, they decided to not let you go, they said that your lying has gone too far, and should be punished for it, therefore you can't come on the field trip"

"what? but I'm not lying, Mr. Harrington" peter questioned, a bit hurt that his teachers don't even believe him, but also a bit relieved, because he wouldn't have to go on a field trip to his own work place.

"i know you're not pete, but unfortunately the other teachers don't think so, but you can just stay at home instead of going to school" Mr. Harrington explained, feeling sorry for peter.

"okay, Mr. Harrington, thanks for informing me" peter said while walking outside.

peter went straight to Stark Industries after that, because May finally agreed for them to stay at Stark Industries after a lot of provoking from Mr. Stark.

once he arrived at Stark Industries, he went straight up to the living quarters, more specifically to Y/N stark's room, without needing to scan his badge because the employees there already knows him.

when he reached the top he went straight to Y/N's room, only to see her sleeping in front of her desk with a bunch of unfinished projects that she's working on.

smiling at the sight, peter slowly made his way to Y/N, picking her up gently, and carrying her to her bed, then getting inside under the covers himself. Y/N automatically snuggled closer to peter, feeling his warmth, inhaling his familiar scent.

"mm.. you're back" Y/N said while rubbing her face in peter's sweatshirt like a cat.

"yeah i just got back, baby" peter replied while stroking the back of her head, smiling down at her.

"what time is it?" Y/N questioned whilst rubbing her eyes.

"uhh, i think it's a little past four pm"

"let's head to the kitchen, I'm hungryy" Y/N suggested while slowly getting up from the bed, still gaining consciousness.

~

once they reached the kitchen, Y/N sat down on the counter, while peter made a sandwich for both of them.

Y/N, who was still a bit drowsy from sleep, noticed the sad look on peter's face while he was making a sandwich. she made her way to peter, hugging him from the back, resting her chin on his shoulder, but can't quite reach it because of the slight height difference. so she opted to just snuggle her face on the back of his right shoulder.

"is everything okay?" she questioned, tightening her grip around his waist.

"yeah.. it's just- i was supposed to go on a field trip here on friday, but the teachers wouldn't let me go because they think I'm lying about my internship" peter answered with a frown.

"what? how could they, they can't just do that, you gave them the documents, proof that you're really an intern here" Y/N said with anger clear in her voice, hugging peter a bit tighter.

"i know, but they think that I'm forging the documents" peter answered with a defeated look on his face.

"let's go talk to my dad, I'm sure he'll do something about it"

"no, it's okay, i don't care if they don't believe me, it's fine if i don't go on the field trip, i literally live here, why would i want to go on a field trip to my own home" peter retaliated

"but still—" she got cut off by peter turning around in her hold, hugging her back, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"it's fine, Y/N, I'm okay" he said with a small smile.

still a bit mad, Y/N just nodded her head with a small pout, resting her head on his chest, hugging him tighter.

peter laughed at her cuteness, resting his head on top of her's in return, rubbing the back of her head lovingly.

they spent the rest of the day watching netflix, talking about random stuff, just enjoying each others company.

~

thursday, they were supposed to hand in their forms to Mr. Harrington, and while his teammates excitedly talked about going to Stark Industries, peter was just resting his head on the table, waiting for the day to go by. ned offered to not go on the field trip and just hang out with peter, but peter couldn't do that to ned, so he insisted for ned to go the field trip.

peter just couldn't wait to go home, flash has been taunting him every second about his internship, saying that he couldn't wait to prove to the whole school that penis parker is lying about his internship.

"why the sour face, parker? scared that your fake internship would be exposed?" flash taunted.

peter didn't reply, instead he just buried his head in his arms, wishing for this to all be over so he could head home and cuddle with Y/N.

"not answering, are we? afraid that I'm right?" flash continued taunting peter with a smirk.

"just leave me alone, flash" peter answered, with a tired look.

"tch, fine, I'm going to prove everyone I'm right tommorow anyways"

"whatever you say, flash" peter said while rolling his eyes.

when it was time to go home, peter practically sprinted out of the room, can't wait any longer to go home and spend time with Y/N.

~

when he reached the tower, he went straight to Y/N's room, finding her working on a project she's been working on for weeks.

"oh peter, you're here" Y/N said, getting up from her desk and immediately hugging peter.

peter hugged her back tightly, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her comforting scent, immediately forgetting about today's events.

~

when nighttime came, they laid on the bed, talking about each other's days. but peter got distracted by the way her lips move, thinking about how her lips wrapped around him, taking in his entire length in her mouth, teasingly playing with the head with her tongue.

"—pete? are you listening?" she asked with a slight smirk. she knows that peter has been staring at her lips for a quite while, she could practically see what he was imagining in his mind.

"huh? y-yeah? what?" peter breaks out of his trance, looking into her eyes that held a mishchievious glint.

"i said, were you listening?" she asked with an innocent look.

"y-yeah, i was" peter stuttered back.

"really? i could've sworn you've been looking at my lips for a while then" she climbed onto his lap "probably imagining how it would look wrapped around your pretty cock, aren't you? how i would lick the head like a lollipop, or how i would take you whole, slowly rubbing your thighs.." she trailed off, kissing his neck, running one of her hand down his chest, resting it on his growing bulge.

peter gulped, looking up at her with doe eyes, gripping her waist tightly.

"i know you said that you're fine about the field trip peter, but i could see the look on your face everytime someone mentions it, so, let me take care of you, okay?" Y/N said, slowly rubbing his growing erection through the material of his pants. she tugged on his shirt signaling him to take of his shirt, he did it almost immediately.

she got off him, only to go down in front of his erection, slowly unbuttoning his pants, sliding it down his legs, leaving his boxer briefs behind.

she kissed the insides of his thighs, leaving bite marks on her way, slowly making her way to his clothed erection.

she rubbed him through the material of his briefs, teasing him while kissing his stomach and hips continuing to leave marks.

peter couldn't contain his moans, he threw his head back moaning loudly not caring if anybody hears, gripping the bed sheets, he couldn't wait for Y/N to finally wrap her lips around him.

Y/N went up in fornt of his face, kissing him roughly, still rubbing her hand up and down his shaft. then slowly making her way down, kissing his neck, leaving marks, going down to his chest.

she wrapped her lips around one of his nipples, swirling her tongue around it, slightly biting it, while her free hand went to his other nipple, pinching it slightly with her index and thumb, occasionally switching to rolling it with her thumb.

peter was absolutely losing it, the feeling of her lips around his nipples, combined with her hand slowly rubbing his hard on. he feels as if he's going to explode if she doesn't put him in her mouth immediately.

she then continued her way down, hooking her fingers around the waistband of his briefs, finally letting it out of its confinement. his member sprung up hitting his lower abdomen, precum leaking out of the pink tip, twitching when she wrapped her hand around it.

she slowly moved her hand up and down his hard shaft, her thumb gently pressing down on the head, immediately getting a loud moan out of him.

she leaned a bit, giving small kitten licks on the head, then finally wrapping her lips around the head first, swirling her tongue around it, then slowly went down further, until her nose brushed against the base. one of her hand playing with his balls, kneading it.

peter moaned loudly, throwing his head back, one of his hand making its way to her hair gripping it tightly, guiding her head to move up and down. peter couldn't hold his hips back from thrusting into her mouth roughly, hitting the back of her throat.

this slightly surprised Y/N, choking her slightly, but doing her best to keep up with his pace.

his thrusts becoming sloppy, his member twitching inside her mouth, indicating her that he was about to cum.

"i-i'm cumming" peter said, eyes closed, his thrusts becoming even more sloppy.

with a few more thrusts, he came inside her mouth, she removed herself from him, swallowing his load, helping him with his high, running her hand up and down his shaft, with some of the cum going onto her face.

when he was done, they were both panting, looking into each others eyes with blush coating both of their faces.

he leaned down and kissed her, slightly tasting himself on her tongue. the kiss was slow, and passionate, opposite of their kiss earlier.

they pulled back and smiled at each other, until peter remember something.

"wait, i didn't get to return the favor"

"it's fine peter, i told you i was the one who's taking care of you today, you can make it up to me some other time, okay?" she said, cupping his cheeks with her hands, kissing his lips one more time.

"okay..."

"okay, I'm going to wash my face now, then we can go to sleep" she said once again, while getting up from the bed heading to the bathroom. peter just wore his briefs, too tired to do anything else.

once she was done, they cuddled the rest of the night, with her head on his chest, her arm wrapped around his neck, and one of her leg was thrown over his thighs, while his arms wrapped themselves around her waist, burying his head in her hair.

~

the next morning, they woke up around 10.30 a.m, because of last nights... events. after they woke up, they decided to stay a little longer in bed, just talking, maybe sneaking in some kisses in between. they were both too distracted by each other that they forgot it was friday, a.k.a the day when peter's decathlon team have a field trip to Stark Industries.

~

the decathlon team arrived not too long ago. usually, Stark Industries doesn't allow school field trips to go higher than the general labs. but, their tour guide, harley keener, was specifically instructed by Tony Stark himself to allow them to go to the higher levels, where tony's and bruce's labs were at. but not only that, that's also where the avengers living quarters, common rooms, and training room/gym were at. just so he can prove everyone that peter is not lying.

"okay, so just a reminder, you are not allowed to touch or take anything from here" harley informed the team while walking down the hallway after going out of the elevator.

"so as you can see, these are some of the avenger's rooms, each of their names are labeled on the door"

the team was in awe with everything, they couldn't believe that they were allowed to go to the higher levels.

"woah is that Y/N stark's room?!" one of the kid's exclaimed.

just as they were about to pass Y/N's room, the door suddenly opened, and out comes peter, only wearing some gray sweatpants, his neck and bare chest littered with hickeys, and Y/N with an oversized t-shirt —probably peter's, with some short's that almost covered by the t-shirt. "yeah i was thinking about pancakes—"

"—peter?"

"—Y/N Stark?"

the decathlon team's mouths hang wide open shocked by the scene infront of them, even ned, mj was slightly surprised but didn't showed it. they couldn't believe that penis parker the nerd was coming out of Y/N Stark's room, shirtless, with hickeys littered around his torso, and has abs.

"huh?" they —peter and Y/N, turned their heads, and when they saw who made the noise, their eyes widened.

"harley! what are they doing here!, they aren't supposed to be here!" peter exclaimed, covering his chest, standing behind Y/N.

"i don't know man, Tony told me they were allowed to go here" harley answered with a shrug.

"but i see you had some fun last night" he continued with a huge smirk on his face.

peter blushed, wanting to just bury himself in the ground and forget this ever happened.

"peter! you really work here?" one of his teammates asked.

"well yeah, i did already told you guys, didn't i? you guys just didn't want to believe me"

"i believed you since the beginning, peter!" ned exclaimed happily.

"and thank you for that" peter smiled, still can't grasp the fact that this is actually happening, his teammates caught him coming out of Y/N's room, with him looking like that.

"peter! are you really dating Y/N stark?" one of his teammates asked again, wanting to know as much as possible about the situation right now.

"umm.." he paused, looking at Y/N, silently asking her if he should tell them, when Y/N nodded with a comforting smile, he continued, "yeah.."

hearing his answer, his teammates were once again shocked by the fact that peter was really dating Y/N.

"why?" a voice asked from the back, they all looked behind them, making way for the person to come forward. the person walked forwards confidently, with smug look on his face.

"why penis parker?" it was flash. once again not wanting for peter to have such a nice life.

"what did you just called him?" Y/N asked, daring him to call peter that again, her smile immediately turning into a scowl, eyes practically boring in flash's skull.

"penis parker, why him? out of all the people you could have, for example me" flash answered, still looking smug, but a slight fear crossed his eyes. his teammates were silently watching the scene unfold infront of them, slightly scared for flash, but also knowing that he deserves it.

"why, you ask? why not? he's smart, kind, selfless, caring, got a body to die for, a face that's cute and hot on the same time, i mean how is that even possible? he's perfect, he's everything you're not ever going to be.' Y/N answered, venom practically lacing every word she utters.

before flash can utter a word, she continued, "—you think you're perfect for me? have you looked at yourself? you think you're all that, flaunting all that money, but in reality, that's just your daddy's money" she said with a mocking pout, "but after this, are you sure you're still going to have money?, you better be scared for your dad, because after the stunt you just pulled here, I'm sure dad's going to take action about it. and before you say anything about me being a daddy's girl, having her dad take care of her problems, using all of her dad's money, no. unlike you, i actually help here, i actually earn the money that's been given to me, infact, most of the avengers gears were designed with the help of me." she ended, arms crossing infront of her chest, looking intimidatingly at flash, daring him to argue.

but flash couldn't even utter a single word, mouth opening and closing like a fish, embarrassed, not looking so confident now.

peter's teammates who were just observing, was also shocked by the words uttered by the Stark girl, feeling embarrassed for flash, and admiring her intimidating aura. peter looking at her with heart eyes, practically falling in love all over again with her.

when flash didn't utter a single word, she smirked, "so now that that's settled, peter and i are going to head on our way now, bye bye~" she waved her fingers with one hand, the other pulling peter away from his teammates.

"oh yeah, one more thing, you're all going to sign NDA'S to make sure, none of this is going to get out, if you were to even utter a single word about today to anyone, you better watch out because we are going to take action." she walked out, dragging peter with her, slightly swaying her hips, peter behind her looking at her with admiration.

his teammates were once again left shocked by the whole encounter, looking back at their retreating bodies with a new found astonishment.

it was silent for a second, then all of a sudden they all started freaking out, talking about the encounter.

"okay, so that happened, come on now let's continue the tour" harley cuts, silencing everyone.

~

peter and Y/N decided to have breakfast, or probably brunch, and then deciding to train for a while. they headed to the training room. they changed into their workout clothes, peter just wearing a tight t-shirt, kind of like the ones steve likes to wear, paired with some shorts, and Y/N wearing a sports bra, with some matching leggings on.

they continued sparring for a while, too distracted by each other, that they didn't realize that the decathlon team was once again at the door, watching them spar with each other with astonishment, still having the difficulty to grasp that penis parker was actually cool.

somehow, they ended up with peter being pinned down on the ground, with Y/N straddling him.

Y/N smirked, leaning down, her hands still bunched up around peter's collar, using that to slightly pull peter up, making him lean his body on his elbows, then kissing him. peter kissed back almost immediately, one of his hand coming around to grip her waist.

the decathlon team who was watching the scene unfold infront of them, was once again shocked.

"...okay, let's just leave them alone now." harley awkwardly suggested, ushering everyone out.

one by one, they left the training room with shocked looks on their faces, leaving peter and Y/N in their own worlds.

[il0veyoujk]

Please forgive us

This is a tickle related ff, if you are not interested in it, please keep scrolling

Summary: Y/N (22) is mad at the boys

Warnings: None

Notes: This is one of the three first ffs I ever wrote! I found them some days ago and I thought you'd like to read them! Plus it is my one and only ff with a Y/N cause I wanted to try it! But I won't make any other with it! The rest of them will have a O/C!

Lots of love Nef 💕

It was Friday, 15:45’. You were at your college… Waiting. And waiting. And waiting… You had told boys to pick up you from school to go for lunch.

This week was hell for you. At first, you failed a test, then you missed the bus for your home two times due to heavy rain and you had to walk to your home while being soaked. Also, you had a great fight with one of your best friends but you quickly made it up. And last but not least, the boys were never there for you…

Like today when none of them was there. You called each boy several times but they completely ignored you. So you decided to walk all the way home.

The weather was cloudy and cold and you weren’t in the mood of walking so much. Your feet were hurting and the only thing you wanted at that time was to relax in the soft seat of your friends’ car but nope, you had to use your feet because your stupid famous friends forget about you.

You were nearby your house wearing headphones when someone grabbed your shoulder. You screamed as much as your lungs would allow you to and hit him with your backpack. You thought that he was a burglar and you tried to defend yourself but as soon as you heard his voice you calm down a little.

“Hey! Stop it!”

“Oh my God! Hoseok you scared me to death!” you yelled.

“I’m sorry love” he apologized. You rolled your eyes while you spotted one huge, black car with the boys inside standing in the middle of the road. Fortunately, there were no more cars behind it so you weren’t making anyone wait.

“Where were you? We got to your college but you weren’t there” Namjoon asked worriedly.

“Are you kid-”

“Oh c’mon, just get in and you’ll tell us here” Jungkook cut your words. You got in and sat between Tae and Jungkook.

“I was waiting for you for about forty-five minutes! Where were you?” you asked disappointingly.

“Well, we’re sorry but we had an interview” Namjoon explained to you.

“And why didn’t you call me? Or just text me?”

“Our manager didn’t let us touch our phones” Jimin told you.

“W-where are we going? Jin, you’re on the wrong way” you complained as your stomach started growling and pleading you for food.

“No angel, see? Home is right here” he said while he was parking the huge car.

“Won’t we eat out?”

“Sorry babe, we ate at the studio about an hour ago” Jimin told you while he was helping you get out of the car.

“Are you kidding me?! What about me?! You completely forgot me, didn’t you?!” you asked disappointed.

“Oh, princess… We’re so sorry… Look, we’ll do it tomorrow, we swear. We’ll pick you up fr-”

“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea. Today was the third time you forgot our appointment this week. Plus, tomorrow it's Saturday” you replied disappointed as you entered angrily the house. No one told anything. They just looked at the ground. And what could they tell you? You were right and you knew it. An uncomfortable silence followed as the eight of you were standing in the middle of the hallway.

“I’m sure you’re hungry, what do you want to eat?” Jin asked you, breaking the silence. He wanted to make you forgive them and he knew the best way to succeed was by feeding you.

“I’ll just go rest, I’m not hungry anymore” you left the boys embarrassed in the living room, looking at the ground.

But you didn’t go to your bedroom. There was a room inside the house where you could go and relax. The library -yes, the boys had a huge library in their house- was a quiet place where you were able to read your favorite book or listen to music.

So, you got in there furiously and locked the door. You still had your bag in your hand, so you still had your phone and your headphones with you. You lied on the sofa which was there with a book in your hand and your headphones on.

Although you were their best friend, you were a huge fan of metal music and the boys knew that very well. And when you were wearing headphones you could hear no one.

The boys were trying to open the library’s door but soon they realized it was locked. Jin and Hoseok were shouting things like ‘Get out please!’ and ‘We’re sorry’ but it was useless, you couldn’t hear anything.

Just then a message blink on your phone.

Tae: C’mon babe, get out…

You: Leave me alone, I’ll get out later

You didn’t want to talk to anyone. You were so tired waiting for them and then walking home. Also, you were hungry. You didn’t admit it but you were hungry. Luckily you had a chocolate bar in your bag. But the most important; you were mad. Mad to them. They didn’t pay attention to you this week. They forgot about you this week. It was like… You weren’t their best friend this week… When you needed them, they weren’t there for you, when you wanted to have some fun with them, they weren’t there for you and when you just wanted a shoulder to cry on, they weren’t there for you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The boys were sitting in the living room. They were quiet, scrolling down their phones. However, even a baby could sense the tension in the atmosphere. Their thoughts were all about you. Your face, your feelings, what they can do for you to forgive them.

“She’s acting too hyperbolically” Yoongi broke the silence.

“I don’t know hyung” Jimin disagreed. “She was true. We had three appointments this week and every time we were getting late to pick her up”

“I agree with you. She’s our best friend and we completely forgot her this week” Tae admitted.

“We must do something about that” Jungkook suggested furiously. “She’s so mad at us and I don’t blame her. We have to cheer her up and prove to her that we never ignored her”

“Oh Kookie, don’t be so dramatic. She already knows that” Namjoon told him. “However yes, I agree with you. We must cheer her up. So, think something!” he said loudly and everyone obeyed. They dived through their thoughts to find the perfect way to make you smile again.

Ten minutes had passed when Jimin finally yelled “Found it!” Immediately, all the boys came around him. His ideas were always some of the best ones everyone could ever have. “Here’s the plan~” Jimin whispered and started to explain the plan.

“So, you say we will use her weakness to our advantage” the maknae smirked and rubbed his palms together evilly.

“Um... Like every time and she doesn’t seem to mind that so...”

“Smart and evil. Just perfect!” Hoseok grinned.

“So let’s start” Jin recommended.

Jungkook would text you. You couldn't resist the boys when they begged you for something, especially Jungkook and everyone knew that. Even your ex-boyfriend was jealous of that.

He walked outside the library. He knocked on the door three times. No reaction. So, he sent you a message.

Jungkook: Baby please, let me get in. Just me, not anyone else. Please, I’m begging you. I want to talk and see if you’re okay

After a few seconds, the maknae heard the door being unlocked and saw you half-crying and half-mad. He felt like trash realizing that they had hurt you. He hugged you tightly and rubbed your hair and back. He knew that that always helps you calm down.

“Oh, we’re so sorry, precious. We didn’t want to hurt you” you hugged him back as his words started melting you and his hug was one of the warmest places on this earth for you so you couldn’t say no.

“I-I don’t want to talk about it. Just get in Kookie” you close the door, Jungkook sat on the couch and you did the same.

“Well… You know we love you” he started. “And we’d never forget you on purpose. You’re just like our sister. We’re very busy this week, you know” he explained to you. His eyes were regretfully widened and he placed his hand on your knee. Unfortunately for him, you stayed quiet so he continued “Do you want to come down to watch a movie and chill? And of course, you must be hungry. You didn't eat anything all day” he suggested to you.

“No thanks, I prefer just sitting here and finishing my book” you refused.

“You mean you don’t forgive us?”

“I didn’t say that. I said I’m not in the mood”

“I think I can make you be in the mood” he said evilly.

“How-?” you asked him but you stopped when you saw his smirk appearing on his face as he was starting getting up “Oh, wait I know that look. Jungkook don’t you da-” he cut off your phrase by lifting you and throwing you over his shoulder holding your feet with both hands.

“Jungkook what are you doing?!” you yelled between your giggles as you hit his back several times. He didn’t feel anything tho. He was much stronger than you and you knew it very well so you couldn’t do anything. You tried to escape and you were yelling things like “Put me down!” and “I’ll kill you!” but it was useless.

When you two arrived at the end of the hall he put you down, got you bridal style, and moved you to the living room.

“Hey, guys! Look who we got here!” he announced. “Mrs. I-don’t-forgive-you”

“I never said that!” you yelled.

“Yes you did”

“Is that true babe? You don’t forgive us?” Jimin asked pretended to be sad.

“I didn’t say that! Jungkook put me down now!” you yelled.

“As you wish angel” he said and put you on the carpet sitting on your hips. The other members came around you and looked at you. Your eyes widened as you realized what was coming for you.

“What are you doing? Get off me!” you screamed even though you were very well what they were doing.

“Do you forgive us?” Hoseok asked playfully.

“In fact, I’m starting to hate you right now” you said angrily.

“Oh, is our little bratty girl mad?” Tae teased.

“Yes! Get off me now!”

You were starting to feel your body shaking a little. You never wanted to be in that situation since the last time. You were panting for at least ten minutes and you couldn’t get up from the floor.

“No, until you smile again” Jin told you, wiggling his fingers.

“If I don’t?”

“If you don’t we’ll be obliged to make you” Namjoon laughed. Every boy sat around you with an evil smile on his face. But the evilest one was Jungkook’s. You never like that smile when it’s on his face because you knew that you were going to be in trouble.

“Don’t look at me like that!”

“Why princess? Do we scare you?” Yoongi teased.

“Well yes! Especially Jungkook”

“Oh, are you afraid of me? What if I come nearer you, like this…” he said and he moved his face near you so you could feel his breath.

“I wasn’t literally. I meant I am afraid about what you have in mind”

“Oh, don’t be scared, angel” Jin relaxed you. “Jungkook, show her what we want to do” he said and the youngest bent over more and put his head on the left side of your neck.

“W-What are you doing?” you giggled.

“She’s giggling, that’s good. Keep going Kookie” Namjoon suggested.

“Oh baby, laugh for me” he said. His breath was touching your bare skin which caused you to giggle more.

“S-Stohohop, that tickles so bahahad” you giggled. You could feel him chuckle in your neck.

“Will you forgive us?” Tae asked playfully.

“Mahahake him stohohop first”

“Stop what? He’s not even moving” he laughed, clearly enjoying the scene.

“Stohohop breathing in my neheheheck”

“Why?” Namjoon asked, ‘innocently’

“He’s tihihickling mehehe!” you shouted.

“Well…Jungkook stop breathing in her neck” All the boys looked confused at him. Even Jungkook raised his head and looked at him.

“Ah thank you Joon” you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Nuzzle it” Tae exclaimed. Jungkook smiled evilly when he heard this phrase and did as Tae told him.

“Nononono!” you yelled but it was too late. The maknae was already in your neck nuzzling it.

“StohohoHOHOHOP!” you cried inside your laughter as he started nuzzling and snuffling.

“Do you need help, Kook?” Jimin asked and the younger boy nodded, which made you laugh more.

“Dohon’t answeheheheher!”

“Did you just tell him what to do? You’re gonna get it about that right now!” he pretended to be mad and grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head and sitting on them.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” asked teasingly just when Tae sat on your ankles and said playfully. “I don’t know how to play the piano. I think your toes will help me, right beauty?” you couldn’t reply due to your heavy breathing. You were already a giggling mess.

“Kook I’ll take good care of her neck. You can count her ribs. I think she is missing some” Jimin said looking straight at your eyes smiling.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO!” you screamed so loud that the boys looked at you surprised.

“Oh my God princess, I knew you were ticklish but I didn’t know how much! That’s incredible. I didn’t even start yet and you are terrified only by the thought!” Jungkook laughed.

“I know something that tickles like hell. Kookie give me your sit please” Namjoon suggested. Everything happened so fast that you didn’t realize it.

Namjoon pulled up your shirt and lowered his neck. He kissed your skin softly making you squeal and letting some adorable giggles get out of you. You immediately arched your back as you couldn’t bear the sense of his mouth. Then he blew the longest raspberry he could on your tummy and poked your sides several times at the same time.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” you screamed as loud as you could, as he had hit your most sensitive spot.

“Okay, that’s definitely one of your worst spots” Hoseok realize happily, trying to be heard as your screaming laughter was covering his words.

Your breathing was already heavy and you couldn’t control your laughter. Yeah, that was true, that was one of your words spots and you just couldn’t stand it. You were feeling like electric jolts were hitting your body mercilessly.

“St-stohohop plehehehehease!” you begged when you caught your breath after he gave you a break. You just couldn’t start the teasing, it made everything worse.

“You know what?” Jungkook started saying. “I’ll show you mercy and I won’t count your ribs”

“Thahahahank you so muhuhuhuhuch Kookie” you giggled

“However your armpits seemed to need a massage” he said and immediately shot his hands under them, drawing circles with his thumbs. Then, one by one, all the boys find a spot on your body and start tickling it. Jimin your neck, Jungkook your armpits, Namjoon your tummy and sides, Hoseok and Jin your under-knees, Yoongi your calves, and finally Tae your feet.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA” you cried so loud that you could break a glass. However no one showed you any mercy, they never do when they tickle you.

“Your safe phrase is…” Yoongi told you. “‘I FORGIVE YOU AND I LOVE YOU’, are you okay with that?” You only could laugh while tears were running on your face. “That’s what I thought”

“Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, Your Neck Will Be Tickled Now” Jimin sang you which was worse for you.

Tae was playing with your toes like a piano when an idea grew inside his mind. He grabbed a black marker from the coffee table next to him and drew some circles on your soles. It was unbearable. The second most sensitive most was being attacked successfully.

“Oh-oh… Someone kicked…” he said and kissed all the circles. Why did everyone have to use his mouth to tickle you? It was so much worse than fingers.

“AHAHA TAHAHAHAE STOHOHOHOHOP!”

Hoseok and Jin were pinching and wriggling their fingers under your knees, it was bad… Too bad... You couldn’t stand it. Yoongi gave up and sat on the sofa. Taehyung kept kissing and playing with your toes. Jungkook was now scribbling his nails in your hollows. But when Jimin started nibbling your neck you broke.

“OHOHOHOHOHKAYHYHYHHY IHIHIHIHI’LL SAHAHAHAHAY IHIHIHT” you screamed and the boys immediately stopped. Everyone except Namjoon who was lightly spidering your tummy. Sometimes he would pinch it and you’d flinch.

“I forgIVE you and I lOVe you” you said half-giggling half-yelling while you were panting and trying to catch your breath.

“We love you too, princess” they said all together.

“However you’re gonna get it so bad one day guys” you threatened them.

“What did you say?” Jungkook asked poking your left side.

“Nothing, nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing!” you said loudly and everyone laughed.

“Oh love, your weakness is lovely. We can use it for so many reasons! It’s incredible!” Jin exclaimed.

“Oh please, don’t do it” you pleased them.

“Every. Single. Day. Baby” Tae told you, poking your soles between each word and you giggled loudly.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that. Can you let me go now, please?”

“Oh yes, of course, dear” Hoseok said and everyone stood up. Jin gave you his hand and helped you stand up too.

“Oh, before I forgot it. Tomorrow, at 15:00’, outside the park after our dance practice. We won’t be late, deal?” He told you.

“Deal” you agreed, smiling.

“Let’s watch a movie!” Jungkook suggested.

You were watching Disney movies all afternoon. You were cuddling with Jimin and Jungkook the whole time. God, these boys really knew how to make you weak and make you a little ball of blush. They were your best friends and no one could change.

[giuliamarcovaldo]

You’re Okay, Luca

i wanted to read autistic!luca fics but i couldn’t find any. so what did i do? i wrote my own. this is my first time posting fanfic here! so enjoy this little autistic!luca story (with some luberto fluff and angst)

TW: mentions of violent stimming + meltdown

“I was about to have a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to stop it.”

Summary: Luca gets over stimulated at a fancy dinner party, and Alberto witnesses Luca having a meltdown for the first time.

I want to say they’re 16-17 in this??

100% sfw because they are children

word count: 1580

also please don’t kill me if the Italian words are wrong i used google translate sksjsjaksk

(also note: i am autistic)

——————

Alberto knew I was autistic. I told him about a year ago, when we first became a thing.

“This doesn’t change anything, Luca. There’s nothing in this world that could make me stop loving you.” His words rang through my head as I felt the onset of a meltdown.

Giulia had invited Alberto and me to a gathering with some of her extended family in Genoa. They were all very nice, and Alberto even made friends with some of them (which was no surprise). That wasn’t the cause of my meltdown. It was the atmosphere. It was a bright, loud fancy dining hall, nearly at full capacity. I was wearing a suit and tie that Giulia’s cousin had let me borrow. The collar was scratching my skin in the worst possible way but I didn’t want to be rude so I sucked it up. That was my first mistake. Between the bright lights, loud conversations and music, jam-packed room, a plethora of smells from foods that I had never heard of, and the suit collar, I could feel it coming.

It was sensory overload at first. I tried stimming subtly. I wasn’t out as autistic to everyone yet and the thought of them judging me for stimming made my anxiety worse. But I had to do something. Squeezing my hands into fists under the table. Chewing the inside of my cheek. Running my fingers through my hair repeatedly. It wasn’t enough, but somehow too much at the same time.

I was getting more and more fidgety. It was becoming harder to mask. Would it be rude to just get up and leave without saying anything? Probably. I couldn’t move anyway. I was frozen in my seat. My facial expressions were almost completely gone at this point, along with my ability to speak. Alberto noticed that something was wrong.

“Luca, hey, are you alright?” I couldn’t get the words “no, I feel like I’m about to explode into a violently stimming disaster if I don’t get out of here right now but I can’t move and I feel helpless” out of my mouth so I just nodded and gave him a small, unconvincing smile. I didn’t want to burden Alberto while he was having such a good time. I knew it was ridiculous to think that Alberto would mind helping me calm down, but my brain wouldn’t quit telling me otherwise.

Silenzio, Bruno. Silenzio, Bruno. Silenzio, Bruno. It wasn’t working.

Alberto didn’t look convinced. He knew me too well. Ever since I told him I was autistic he tried his best to make sure I was as comfortable as possible in every situation. I loved him for that but I hated myself for it. It’s like I always need to be babysat and I hate it. I know that he loves me so why do I feel so guilty?

My intrusive thoughts running through my mind was the final straw. It was all too much. Alberto’s face looked more concerned as each moment passed. He was about to witness me having a meltdown for the first time since we met. I didn’t know if I was ready for that type of vulnerability but I didn’t really have a choice. I was about to have a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Luca, we’re going to go some place quiet, okay?”

I shook my head no. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It had gone from sensory overload, to shutdown, to a full-blown meltdown. I couldn’t hold back my stims anymore. I started hitting my head with my fists and pulling at my hair. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably, exposing my green-blue scales.

Perfecto.

I didn’t know which was worse: violently and uncontrollably stimming in front of everyone, or unintentionally outing myself as a sea monster. They might have been tied. Most of the guests were too into their conversations to notice the autistic sea monster having a meltdown next to them but the few who did notice started to pass glances and whisper amongst themselves.

“Luca, Luca, you’re okay. I know you don’t like anyone touching you when you’re in sensory overload but I’m going to help you get out of here, okay?”

Alberto helped me get up from the table and escorted me out of the dining room, using his suit jacket to cover my face so no one would see my scales, but being careful to not let it touch my face. We made our way to a long hallway off of the lobby. Alberto sat me down on the ground and flipped the hallway light switch off. Light from the lobby trailed into the hallway but didn’t reach us at the end.

I was out of the environment but still at the height of my meltdown. Tears were still coming from my eyes. I continued to tug at my hair while I rocked back and forth. I couldn’t vocalize anything except for non verbal sounds. I felt so helpless, so defeated, so ashamed.

Alberto tried to redirect my violent stims, to no avail. I’m sure he felt helpless too. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t. And I felt bad that Alberto couldn’t help that.

Alberto sat a few feet away from me, probably resisting the urge to pull me into a hug.

“I’ll just sit with you, okay? You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” Alberto reassured me that he wasn’t leaving. My perception of time isn’t that great but it felt like at least 45 minutes before I started to come down. Still there, like he said he would be, Alberto let out a deep shaky breath. I hadn’t looked at him the entire time because I was too embarrassed that he had to see all of that. When I finally did glance up at him, I notice two trails of purple scales down his cheeks. Knowing he had cried hurt me even more.

“Are you feeling better?” I was still nonverbal and rocking back and forth but my violent stims had passed. I opened my left hand flat and tapped it with my right index finger.

“Oh! Right,” Alberto pulled a pen and pad from my jacket, which he had helped me remove from my body earlier in my meltdown. He slid them across the floor and anxiously waited for me to write my response.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

Alberto’s face changed as he read what I had written. His green eyes looked sadder when they met my gaze. I could feel my tears starting to well up again.

“No, no, Luca, mio amore, please don’t feel bad. I should have checked on you earlier than I did. I got a little lost with everything going on in there. I’m sorry that I didn’t check up on you sooner...” Alberto was very protective of me. I know that the thought of me suffering while he didn’t know was absolutely crushing him. But it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t anybody’s. I was starting to think rationally again. I shouldn’t feel sorry for having meltdowns, for being autistic, for being myself. But I should have spoken up when I started to feel uncomfortable. That’s something I need to work on, and I know I can do it as long as Alberto is with me. And he always will be.

“Is it alright if I touch you?” I know Alberto was dying to physically comfort me. It was his love language. I nodded my head yes and gave him a warm smile. He crawled over to me and I opened my arms to embrace him. I listened to his steadying heartbeat while he whispered affirmations to me and gently rubbed my back. Warm tears started to fall down my face.

God, I love this boy so much.

“Bontà, there you two are! I’ve been looking everywhere! What happ-“ Giulia’s voice got closer as she made her way down the hallway.

“Oh no, Luca... mi dispiace... I didn’t know you were- when did- where-“ She crouches down next to the two of us. Giulia, also being autistic, could tell I was in post-meltdown. She slaps her palm to her forehead and curses herself.

“Of course! I should have been more aware about- why didn’t I- are you okay?”

“Giulia,” Alberto places his hand on her shoulder. “he’s alright. Nothing that happened is your fault. Or... mine for that matter. We’re alright.”

“Can I get you guys something? A glass of water?”

I nod my head yes.

“Water sounds good, grazie, little sis.” Alberto and Giulia exchange smiles, then she leaves down the hallway, her red curls bouncing behind her.

“Luca,” Alberto cups my cheek in his hand, wiping away my tears with his thumb.

“I love you, okay? I love you so, so much. Nothing is going to change that. Please, don’t ever feel like an inconvenience. It hurts to see you like that, and I know it hurts to experience it. Please, tell me next time, Okay?”

I didn’t even need to tell him that I felt like an inconvenience. He just knew. Like I said, he knows me too well. I nod my head, and pull him back into an embrace. Alberto combs his fingers through my hair, getting rid of the tangles that I made in it earlier.

I feel lighter. I feel safe to be myself. I feel more loved than ever.

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that’s it! my first fic! a lot of this is me projecting onto luca (sksakdjsjjsk) but i had a lot of fun writing it! feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism. likes and reblogs appreciated!! :)

[justjuiceyboy]

new beginnings

in which Happy is the readers tattoo artist

word count: 1,637

warnings: swearing 

(a/n: I’m basically becoming a blog for Happy, will get back to writing Juice soon, just got this idea and knew I had to run with it. Hope you all enjoy and if you ever want to request my asks are open! Love you all, thanks for supporting!)

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7:45 p.m. The sun was setting, causing an array of colours over the buildings of Charming, lighting up the place like a movie. The air was fresh, warm as it was the middle of July. You strolled along the footpath and kicked a small rock as you walked, to calm your nerves. You had made the quick decision with your friend to get tattoos together on this day. But you were walking alone, friendless.

You were not ever going to get a tattoo alongside your ’friend’ who you had caught sleeping with your boyfriend of two years. Two years and he threw it down the drain. With your best friend nonetheless. You just packed your things as he tried to claim his innocence, even though you caught him in bed with her. You were lucky to find an apartment that day that someone was trying to get rid of. At least you had somewhere to stay, even if the entire situation wasn’t ideal.

You still decided to go through with the tattoo, wanting to use this as an opportunity for new beginnings. 

You were brought out of your daydream by the pinging of your phone, google maps telling you that you’ve reached your destination. You looked around, wide-eyed, not really knowing what to expect. But here you were, standing outside a small shop adorned with a sign stating “Mallen Tattoos”. This was the place you were looking for.

Pushing open the door, you were instantly met with the smell of cigarette smoke and disinfectant. At least they use disinfectant, you thought to yourself, trying not to show any emotion. 

You walked promptly up to the front counter and coughed to get the man's attention. He looked up at you from where he was sitting and gave you a warm smile, accompanied by “You alright Darling?” 

You were insanely put at ease by his kind demeanour and you smiled back at him, “Hi, I have an appointment for a tattoo at 8, booked it a few weeks ago?” He started flipping through a book that was on the desk and stopped, raising a brow, “says here that there’s gonna be two of you?” 

You sighed, having forgotten that obviously, your best friend was in on the booking too. You told that man that it was just you and handed over some ID, hoping he’d still allow you to be tattooed even though it was only one client. You handed over the money for the tattoo in hopes that that may persuade him further. But once again he smiled and got up from his seat, bringing you through a small hallway to a spacious room with four big leather chairs for tattooing. He gestured to one of them and you sat down.

He brought over a clipboard full of waivers for you to sign and then spoke once again. “Oh, I forgot to tell you Miss, but the artist you wanted, well, he’s sick today. Real bad infection! But anyways, we have a different guy here who gets tattooed all the time, very talented too, if you’ll take him instead?” You could tell he was nervous as to how you’d react. You’d spoken to the other artist on the phone and he’d done practice drawings of the tattoo and sent them to you so you were pretty nervous to let a new artist just take over but before you could weigh up the pros and cons you just nodded. New beginnings, right?

He let out a sigh of relief that he had been holding in and apologised for all this which made you laugh. But you stopped laughing as soon as you saw your new tattoo artist.

A tall figure entered the room, walking over to the man who had led you here. They seemed friendly with each other as they talked. Your nervousness was now back in full force as you surveyed the man who was about to ink your body. He was bald and you could see the tattoos going up his arms. He had an extensive collection which you assumed went much further than just his arms but your view was covered by the plain white T-Shirt he was wearing. He was quite scary, never creating a smile the entire time the other man was talking to him. Your tattoo artist was handed a few pages and he nodded after looking through them, finally making his way over to you who was sweating in the leather chair.

“This is Happy! He’ll take great care of you don’t worry! If you need anything you know where I am” the overly jolly man as he waved goodbye to you both and returned down the hall. Happy. The man in front of you was anything but Happy, with his scary look and overly built body. You knew he was a part of the Sons Of Anarchy biker gang.

You finally made eye contact with Happy and your nervousness increased once again. He was a good-looking man and you knew this tattoo could take some time. Being trapped in close contact with a man like this would terrify anyone. Also, he has some menacing eyes that you felt nearly bore holes into you when he looked.

“Do you know where you want it?” He questioned suddenly, you hearing his voice for the first time. Your mind instantly went to the wrong idea of what you want where and you choked out an exclamation of “what?!”

“The tattoo, where do you want it?” He stated not changing his expression. You mentally hit yourself in the face for going to the dirty side of things and once again was only barely able to speak when you said “ribs.”

He nodded and set up with the pre-made stencil as you lifted your shirt over one shoulder, half your body on display now. He focused on the task at hand and lay the stencil whilst you tried to look anywhere else but at him, knowing that he’d make your knees go weak and you’d say something stupid again. 

Once you agreed to the positioning, he began the process of the needlework. This was the first time you’d been tattooed and you didn’t know what to expect in regards to pain. The second he hit the skin, you jumped. He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow and you smile sheepishly so he continued on again. There was no small talk which you were thankful for. You were trying not to make a big deal of it but you could feel every touch, especially when he brushed off your boob whilst doing the linework.

He began filling the shape and shading and you let out a quiet ‘fuck’ and a breath. The man finally broke the silence as he stopped tattooing for a quick minute and rustled around in the pocket of his leather kutte. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and held it one out to you. Talk about a hygienic practice, but you couldn’t judge right now, anything to take your mind off the pain.

“It helps, especially first time,” he concluded, lighting the cigarette and bringing it up to your lips. You took a drag and felt more relaxed now so he continued on again, placing the cigarette in between his own lips. But this time he kept talking, probably to distract you.

“Why the tattoo?” He asked, without looking at you of course, as he was busy staring at the skin beside your breast. You decided to give in to the small talk, mainly because you wanted to see what you could find out about the man who held a needle to your ribs and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

“I booked it with a friend but I found out she was sleeping with my boyfriend so I’m not really sure why I still came if I’m being honest,” you told him, not being wary that you were spilling the truth to a stranger.

“Sounds like a dick” he stated point-blank, making you laugh quietly. “Yeah, she was.”

“Meant the boyfriend. He was obviously stupid,” he mumbles, one eye flicking up to you as he pulled away again. He took the cigarette from his mouth and reached up to you again to let you have a puff. You weren’t sure if it was the air or the cigarette smoke clouding your judgment but the entire scene felt slightly erotic to you now. Hot man, feathery touched on your body and sharing a cigarette between both of your mouths. 

Happy seemed to have unwavering confidence as he watched you take a long drag as he spoke again, “You need a real man.” Now it was your turn to mumble, “beats me when I’ll find one of those.” It only took him another five or so minutes to finish on the tattoo and he then wrapped the area for you in silence.

He wrote a few things on a piece of printed paper and handed it to you, telling you it was just the care instructions and told you how to wash the area. You thanked him and he nodded again, signaling that you can go. You left the room and walked out the door of the shop, waving to the friendly man at the front desk.

The air was now brisk as you turned on your heel, ready to walk home. You were about to stuff the paper into your pocket as you noticed what he wrote at the bottom.

‘If you’re still looking for that real man, call me’

It was accompanied by his phone number and a small smiley face, which in turn made you smile. Looks like you’ll be seeing him again soon and not just for another tattoo. As you said, new beginnings, right?

[desi-lgbt-fest]

Day 5: Platonic

A story I wrote for today's prompt. It's a story about two middle aged men realising the happiness they want can come in many different forms.

1. 8 k words.

Cw: Mild homophobia. Incorrect language. It's indicative of character's understanding, not mine.

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When Vikram Kumar first transferred to their branch, Nath wasn't impressed. Theirs was a small transport company, still somehow holding on against the giants of the industry. They were doing well for themselves; they had branches in few neighbouring states where the business was concentrated. And yeah, the company policy does state that employees should get transferred around every 4 years or so. But that never really happened. Nath had been working at Gada transport ltd for more than 25 years now and the only way anybody new ever came in the office was if someone died or retired.

That was what had happened. Another clerk, Nisha Bhagwan, had a heart attack at the computer and in came Vikram Kumar, a transfer from Nagpur. The office people took to him like animals take to the new clown at the circus. Nobody was really sad about Mrs Bhagwan's passing. She was old and in an office full of other old people, they were just waiting for the hat to drop on someone. Better Mrs Bhagwan than us.

They inquired after him, after his family, his mother's family, his neighbour's family, his neighbour's dog's family. When they found out that he was divorced and currently living in a sketchy hotel, they immediately turned to Nath.

Nath, or Adinath, as his name was, owned two flats in his society. Two flats side by side, one in which he lived. He very famously refused to rent it out to families or students or single women. Which meant, he never really rented it out. It actually quite suited to his own solitary silent life. But he regretted boasting about it in the office because here came his perfect rent.

"I- uh. The apartment is very dirty and I'd have to clean it," he started making excuses.

Vikram Kumar shrugged. "I don't mind. Better than listening to the sex noises coming from the side wall." Raucous laughter emerged, unhampered by the fact that their only woman employee wasn't there anymore.

Nath couldn't say no.

Vikram Kumar did turn out to be an ideal renter. He was silent. No guests. Rent, which Nath had kept a little high to dissuade, always on time. Sometimes old hindi songs drifted from his flat but Nath didn't mind. As his novelty wore off and office people stopped fawning over him, Nath did find himself to be quite okay with Vikram Kumar's existence.

A distinct mark in his favour was that he didn't laugh when at their regular chai break (5 minute break that always turned into a 45 minute one) the others made him familiar with Nath's title as the resident Bramhachari.

"Never married, never looks at a woman," Bhosle, their manager remarked.

"Hey you remember that time when that bombshell came in complaining about some lost package? Nath did not even look away from her face."

"Pakka gentleman, I tell you. He's not the customer complaint manager for nothing."

Everybody guffawed. Nath gave his regular pained smile. Vikram Kumar smiled back. For a moment, Nath thought it was a smile of understanding.

Eventually, Nath started offering Vikram Kumar a ride home on his ancient scooter. He obliged. When the ride turned regular, Vikram Kumar started contributing for petrol. Another mark in his favour.

13 months later, Vivek Chand, accountant, retired. In came a new hire, Ashalata Waad.

Suddenly many colleagues started turning up in pressed shirts and oiled hair. Nath merely shook his head and laughed at their preening. It was their colleagues' turn to laugh when Ms. Ashalata, recently widowed, took to Nath. Furtive smiles. Sympathy over dealing with difficult clients. Nath of course did not notice. But the other colleagues did. And out of sympathy for Ms Ashalata's feelings, they gently took her to a side after a week or so and directed her towards someone more likely to respond; the new divorcee, Vikram Kumar.

That, Nath certainly noticed.

That evening, Nath left without offering a ride to him.

Next morning, everyone noticed the distinct coldness between Ms Ashalata and Vikram Kumar. It was a long day too. Some trouble with licensing of a large shipment, everybody had to stay behind. It was well over 8 when people started leaving. Vikram came over to Nath's desk and tapped on it.

"I don't think this late I will find a riksha like yesterday. Will you please give a ride home?"

Nath sighed. He wasn't petty after all. Well, not much.

The streets were near empty. Theirs was a small town. One that eats at 8 and sleeps at 10. Nath's scooter cut through the silence and the sickly orange lights of the streetlamps like an interloper. They were crossing the Hutatma Chauk when Vikram asked him to stop.

"What for?"

"It was a long and stressful day. I wanted us a relax a bit at the park bench before we go home."

"I'm not going-"

"Please yaar."

Nath sighed.

Stopping the scooter at side, they both walked to the circle where statue of some forgotten freedom fighter stood, benches around it. Surprisingly, there were some people ambling around. Old couples taking a rest from nightly walk. A group of youngsters.

After having the sound of scooter in the ears for past five minutes, the sudden silence was deafening.

"I don't think Ms Waad would be talking to me again," Vikram Kumar started without preamble, a laughter in his voice.

Nath sighed and ran a hand through in thin hair. "You didn't do any-"

"No no, oh god no! I just said I'm not interested. I think that was enough for her to be offended."

"She's not your type?" he probed gently, curious.

Vikram was silent for a moment and then burst out with sudden emotion, "Why does it matter? Why one single woman and one single man can not stay without having an affair? Ye saala bollywood-" Nath hushed him, noticing the people around.

"Sorry." Vikram said, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

"I get it. Years ago, when I told my father I was gay-"

"You're what??"

Nath felt like he made a tremendous mistake in judgement. But he was a grown man dammit, he will hold his ground!

"I said I am gay." Nath held his gaze. Vikram Kumar stared back, unknown range of emotions passing. Eventually he broke the gaze, ran a hand through his own balding hair and sat back.

He shook his head. "I am not gay, if that's why you-"

"That wasn't-"

"I'm NOT. I like women. I- I mean men are good too. I. I don't-"

Nath couldn't help it. He broke into a loud laugh. Like Vikram had performed some excellent comedy sketch.

Vikram punched him lightly on his shoulder, a smile evident on his face.

"I just meant, men, women. All are same to me. Honestly, I didn't mind being married to Sheela. I provided for her, I cared for her wellbeing. Our.. bedroom relations were less ideal but I didn't shut her out. I did my duty."

"I'm guessing she wanted someone who didn't see her as a duty?"

Vikram shrugged. "She was nice about it. Told me plain and simple she found someone else. We didn't have kids. It was easy. Well. As easy as it could be. She told the court I was impotent for swift divorce. I agreed. It caused drama in families though, which is why I asked for a transfer."

"Mrs Bhagwan died at a really opportune moment then."

They both shared a laugh and things fell silent once again.

"So you are... one of those," Vikram tried to say casually.

The elderly couple had left. A newly wed looking one took their place. Nath suddenly felt he was thrown back in time.

"I don't have much family," he started. "Mother died when I was young. Theirs was a love marriage, quite unusual for the times. They had run away and so had lost their families. My father raised me well enough; started pestering me for marriage when I got the job at 22. I kept avoiding for few years. But eventually I had to tell him. I wasn't going to ruin some poor woman's life." Nath looked pointedly at Vikram. Vikram didn't take offence. Just laughed self-consciously. Mark in his favour etc etc.

"Father raged for days. Didn't raise his hand on me, didn't tell anyone else but we fought a lot. It wasn't that he denied my condition. He just wanted a family. On some level we understood each other. I realise it now. I knew he wanted me to marry because he didn't want his hard fought family to die with me. And I guess, he probably knew what it meant to love someone you weren't supposed to.

He died soon after."

"When you were thirty, I remember you telling me."

Nath nodded. "I was free. I had a place of my own. A job. No family to hide myself from. I felt guilty over feeling relieved. I felt angry at being guilty. Then came sadness over being angry. That sadness stayed for a decade."

Vikram asked, "So you never...?

Nath shook out of his trip to memory lane. "Hm?"

"Are you? A bramhachari? Did you ever find-"

"There were some men here and there. Obviously there wasn't going to be a relationship," Nath scoffed. "If you know where to look, you can find release. But after Father died, I don't know, I rarely ever went looking for anybody. I didn't have it in me."

Vikram laughed. "Look at us. Two old men, all on their own, no happy family for us."

"Speak for yourself, I'm barely a day over 40," said the man, almost 50.

Vikram laughed again, looking at him with such fondness in his eyes. Nath felt sharp fear for a moment. Then he decided to be an adult again.

"You look well for your age too."

"Nath..."

Nath shivered at hearing his name. It was an intimate name. People didn't say it much. But it fit in Vikram's mouth.

"I don't want to change anything," Vikram said. "I'm happy as things are. It's ideal. I can't offer anything more."

Nath got up, brushing dust from his pants. It had gotten late. They were alone at the circle. A vehicle passing by to remind them of the world that exists.

"I'll take whatever you can offer," he said, looking away from him.

"Friendship? For as long as I live?" Vikram held out his hand.

Nath looked at it. Big, warm. Hairy. Pale skin where the wedding ring used to sit. He extended his own and took it.

"As long as I live."

... Let me know if you like it enough to see some other prompts involving them... I have so many headcanons for them.

[collecting-stories]

Sex on the Beach - c. 06 - Rafe Cameron

Summary: You return to the vacation house to pack up your stuff.

A/N: I wrote this in like...45 minutes 😂 The re-write is complete...now for the last two chapters.

Holiday in the Sun Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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The room they gave you at the resort was nice, overlooking the waterpark and the ocean, twenty stories above the ground. Not as crisp white as the Nassau House had been but not quite a Hilton. You called your dad after you checked in to tell him that you had an argument with your mom and that was why you had charged the room to your allowance card, something he was perfectly okay with because that meant you liked him more for the moment.  

“Divorced parents are something else.” You commented, flipping through the room service menu. You were starving, in part from not eating for an entire day, and were happy to be getting something that wasn’t dictated by your mom. “My dad was like ‘do you need more money?’...he always wants to be the favorite.”

“Ask him if he can get us our stuff back.” Rafe joked, emerging from the bathroom with the pair of shorts you’d bought in the giftshop on, they were gray and had an Atlantis emblem on the one corner.  

“Did you try to get a hold of Sarah?” You asked, scooting over in bed as he sat down next to you. His hair was still wet from the shower and when he pushed it out of his face little droplets of water hit your shoulder and cheek.

“Yeah, she said ‘get your shit yourself’...real fucking helpful.” He grumbled.  

“I mean, your dad is a nightmare. If I was her, I don’t know if I’d want to risk having him flip out either. Especially since they’re stuck there for the rest of the week.” You replied.

“So what’s your plan?”

“Ask Wheezie when they’re going to be out and stop by to get our stuff?” You suggested, “I still have the spare key you told me to hang on to. We could just go in and get our things and leave.”  

“No, no.” He stood up and you watched as he paced for a moment before seeming to come to some sort of decision, “I’m not fucking hiding out from him.”

“You can’t just walk in there Rafe, he’ll be pissed!” You pointed out, “I really don’t think you should cause any more trouble-”

“The boat was his!”

“I’m not saying it was your fault but maybe just don’t provoke him.” You replied, “who knows what he’ll do.”

Rafe was silent for a moment and you almost thought he was starting to calm down, maybe come around to your side of the issue and realize what it was that he would be jeopardizing if he went back to the Nassau house and tried to have it out with his father. But a second later you jumped as his fist slammed against the dresser and he stormed back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. You weren’t sure what to say, how to ease the situation or make Rafe anything but angry at his dad.  

“I’m gonna go down to the cafe, do you want anything,” you called through the bathroom door. You waited a minute for Rafe to answer but there was only silence from the other side of the door. “Rafe?”

“I don’t want anything.” He snapped.

The door to the room swung shut behind you and you walked down the long hall to the elevators. There was a little mini lobby, a room with ice and vending machines, two benches and a wall of mirrors that reflected back your exhausted appearance. You sat down on one and pulled your phone out of your pocket, calling your mom.  

“Where the hell are you?” She practically screeched through the phone and you rolled your eyes. Not the supportiveness that you were unrealistically hoping for but maybe you could mold her into someone half willing to understand.  

“I’m at Atlantis with Rafe, I’m using dad’s allowance money for a room.”

“That’s just like your father, swooping in to “help” as if you’re in trouble.” She bitched.  

“We need our stuff-”

“You are not staying with some boy unsupervised-”

You cut her off, “mom. We need our stuff,” you repeated, hoping that she would be more moldable to your cause. “Is there a time we could come get it?”

“Exactly what do you expect me to do? Pack up your things for you and have them waiting by the door? You are serious trouble young lady! You stole someone’s boat. And what’s more? You were rude and disrespectful and ungrateful to Mr. Cameron.” She complained.  

“I’m not staying in that house for the rest of vacation, pretending everything is okay. And Rafe’s not coming back either. So can we get our stuff or not?” You asked.

“Being rebellious isn’t worth your future. You’re supposed to be thinking ahead. What about college?”

“That’s two years away.” You argued, “I already sent applications, I’ve applied for scholarships, nothing is changing about college. But I’m not spending the rest of my vacation in a house with a man who assaulted me!”  

“Well maybe you can buy new stuff.” She replied, the line going dead immediately after. You listened to the click off and pulled your phone away from your ear to look at the home screen. She’d hung up on you, unsurprising but not the result you wanted.  

You said you were going down to the cafe so you did, grabbing an iced coffee and heading back up to your room in hopes that Rafe had cooled down enough. When you reentered the room he was laying on the bed, sprawled on his stomach with his head turned toward the window. He didn’t move when you came in and you placed your coffee on the nightstand, climbing onto the bed and sitting cross-legged beside him.  

“Are you awake?”

“Unfortunately.” He grumbled.  

“I think you got sunburn,” you mentioned, eyeing the harsher red of his shoulders, “or is that still from the shower.”

He didn’t answer, only pushed his face further into the pillow. You reached a hand out, laying it flat on the middle of his back. When he didn’t move, but also didn’t seem to protest, you leaned over kissing the red on his shoulders and beginning to gently rub his back.  

“I called my mom.”

“You have shitty news delivery skills.” He replied, shifting over so he laying on his back. You followed his movement with your hand, your fingers brushing over his abs as they tensed beneath your touch.  

“She basically said ‘screw you and your stuff’. So I guess you were right, we’ll have to go there.” You replied, “though I still think going while Ward is there might not be the best idea ever.”  

“I just don’t even wanna think about all that shit tonight.” Rafe huffed.  

“Oh well, I can totally help with that.”

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It was earlier the next morning that Sarah texted saying that she and Topper could pack up your stuff and Rafe’s and drop it at the resort. A feasible and preferred plan to Rafe’s, going back in that house and provoking his dad would do nothing positive for their relationship or for the vacation. You knew Rafe was pissed and that he would likely stay pissed until he confronted his father but you urged him not to go to that Nassau house. Though your urging proved in vain because his promise to take you to dinner soon turned into a drive down the road to his family house, the two rentals in the driveway signaling that everyone was home.

“Rafe!” You practically hissed as you jumped out of the car, following him to the door, “what the fuck are you doing?”

The sentiment was repeated by Ward as the two of you entered the house, everyone sitting at the table for dinner looking up in shock at the sight of the two of you. You wanted to run back outside and drive away, or sink into the floor and disappear.  

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Getting my stuff.” Rafe replied, already heading for the hallway while you just waited by the door, frozen, “don’t mind me though, keep having your nice family dinner.”

Ward was quick. He made it around the table and put himself between Rafe and the hallway leading to your rooms, blocking his son from getting to them. You weren’t sure what to do. In favor of not making eye contact with your mom or step-dad you had locked eyes with Topper, who was mouthing a ‘what is he doing’ to you as if you were any more clued in to the situation than anyone else. Was this what you wanted? To be the supportive backbone for someone that you barely knew because you had been crushing on him since you were thirteen and he paid you just the slightest bit of attention on a vacation that would’ve otherwise been hell. What was your motivation? That you liked him...that he liked you and that was just everything you’d ever wanted so you desperately were following him around.

“Get out of my way!” Rafe’s voice pulled you back and you looked over at him and Ward.

“I don’t hear from you for two days, no idea where either of you are...we’re all worried sick, and this is how you treat us? Show up here and waltz in like nothing is wrong, demanding your things?” Ward snapped.

“I called my mom after we checked in...I’m sure she let everyone know where we were.” You replied, “not to mention, you sitting down to eat doesn’t look like you’re too broken up about any of this.”

“You ungrateful bitch-”

“Hey!” Rafe cut his dad off, shoving him just enough that Ward stumbled back. You felt your whole body tense. You needed to get out of this room and this house and, preferably, off this island. This was nuts, this wasn’t permanent. “Don’t talk to her.”

He pushed passed Ward, knocking his shoulder with his dad’s as he headed down the hall toward his bedroom. You knew that you should follow but your feet felt glued to the spot, like you weren’t sure how to make them work anymore. Sarah got up from the table without warning and disappeared down the hall, coming back a moment later with your duffel and suitcase.  

“I already packed them yesterday.” She said, passing them to you.

“Thanks.”  

Before Sarah could say anything else the shouting from Rafe’s room got louder. Worried, you left your bags by the door and headed into the hallway to see what was going on. Rafe was at the door of his room, completely red-faced, mid-screaming at Ward, louder now that you were standing there, and very much close to tears. Ward was shouting at the same time and even in the room you felt like you could barely make sense of what was being said. It was like walking into something that you had no right to witness.  

“Rafe,” you weren’t sure he heard you over the screaming but you placed your hand on his back and it seemed to bring him back into reality as he looked back at you, breathing heavy and labored.  

“I swear to god Rafe, you walk out that door and there isn’t a place for you at home.” Ward threatened.

He paused and you almost expected him to turn and apologize or call the whole thing off and decide to stay here. Miserable, sure, but at least he wouldn’t be homeless. But instead he grabbed his stuff and walked out the door passed you.  

“Happy?” Ward asked, gaze meeting yours across the room. You heard Rafe call your name from the living room and you looked toward the sound before glancing back at Ward. If you lied, you were sure he could tell. So instead, you said nothing, grabbing your luggage and heading for the door.  

You knew you should’ve been happy, in a way. Rafe was basically choosing you over his family and wasn’t that some kind of oddly romantic thing? Except all you felt was a pit in your stomach, eating up whatever feelings you had other than dread, leaving you feeling empty. He was walking away from his dad and his home and you weren’t even sure how you actually felt about him.  

Wheezie followed both of you out to the car and you put your bags in while Rafe swore to her that nothing bad was going to happen. “Dad and I just need time to cool off,” he promised.  

“But you said we would spend vacation together!” She insisted. He had promised her, before they even left the OBX.  

“And we will. I’m not breaking that promise okay?” He hugged her and then walked around the car, getting in the driver’s seat.

You got in the car, trying to ignore the glare that she sent your way. Just when you were starting to gain favor with Wheezie you’d fucked it up again by taking her brother from her. You wanted to apologize and, honestly, you wanted to be in Provincetown with your friends. A nice, drama free vacation...not this mess.  

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constellations | part five.

summary: there are only 88 officially recognized constellations, a small number considering you and your soulmate would have the exact same constellation on your skin. how can be sure if it was really them with so few of them? you could mistake your soulmate.

word count: 1774.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

warnings: abusive boyfriends.

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Your lips brushed gently to Bucky’s and you could swear the world stopped at that moment, everything was in slow motion. His hot breath felt like caresses all over your skin, goosebumps forming in your exposed skin.

In a blink of an eye, the kiss was deepening. His hands tugged you closer to his body, yours were on his brown locks. You were almost straddling him and God, you wanted nothing but to sit on his lap. And just as his lips left yours and started to kiss down all your neck you could breathe again letting out a moan mixed with a deep intake of air, your lungs were burning from the oxygen lack.

The air seemed to make everything crystal clear. You were kissing a stranger, he was your soulmate but still a stranger, at your college’s gym in plain sight. Anybody could see that and by anybody, it meant Erik or anyone who knew you both or your relationship. And if that someone caught you kissing anyone other than Erik, just the thought of Erik finding out made you flinch.

“Doll?” Bucky asked when he felt you flinch. The word dragged confusion, concerned and fear, lots of it.

“Not here” You panted, your body still pressed to his. “I cannot do that here, anyone could see” You shook you heard not looking at him.

He sighed relieved, fear left his body as he seemed to understand that you did not regret what just happened between you.

“Ok.” He whispered as he let go of you and stood up. Reaching for a paper and a pencil, he wrote down something and handed you the note. “Meet me in this address in 45 minutes tops, if you don’t appear I’ll come looking for you.”

You just nodded, unable to form words as you watch him walk away. The only thing you felt was a dreading sensation in your chest that almost made you jump and run towards him.

30 minutes later you were in front of the door, you’d taken a quick shower before coming here. Washing away everything except for the burning sensation of Bucky’s lips and hands in your body.

You were grateful that Nat was not in your shared apartment if she had seen you like this… Well, Bucky would’ve of had to come for you as he promised earlier.

Your phone was left behind, turned off. You didn’t want anyone to bother you right now, you needed to have this conversation without the feeling of the device vibrating in your pocket. The only thing you were hoping for was Erik not trying to get a hold of you. Wishful thinking, the notifications on your phone already shown 4 missed calls and 10 text messages back at home.

Taking a deep calming air intake, you knocked on the door. You heard some noise on the other said, something fell and shattered. That only made you more nervous, your hands reached to your hair, braiding it. A nervous tick you’ve got since you were a toddler.

Bucky opened the door, finally. He smiled down at you, his cheeks were flustered and seemed as he went running for the door when he heard the knocking.

“Hi, you’re early” He smirked looking down at you.

“I was afraid that if I was not here in time you would set an alarm or anything like that” You smiled, a sassy tone in your voice.

Bucky seemed to like that, a brow higher than the other. Smile on his lips that seemed an invitation to something else than talking.

“Well, there is no need for that now. C’mon in.”

You looked all over his apartment, it was tidy. Almost obsessively, but felt cosy. You could see yourself here, on a raining Saturday just cuddling on the sofa while you kiss Bucky’s jaw.

“I heard something broke before you opened the door. What happened?” You were in shocked at your confidence, never been one to be like this before.

Bucky eyed you suspiciously. “Were you spying?” He asked slightly amused.

“Nope, I just wonder what happened. But if that it is too much for you to share, maybe I should go back to my apartment.” Great, your sassy ass was showing. You groaned internally, it was not like you didn’t like your sassy personality, it’s just that maybe it was not something to brag about at the moment.

Bucky didn’t say anything, just motioned for you to take a seat. He disappeared in an adjacent room, which you supposed was the kitchen ‘cause when he got back, two beer bottles were in his hand.

“A glass slipped when you knocked on the door that was what happened, sassy pants.” The last word was voiced in a teasing tone.

“Oh, so you just got nervous I arrived” Your voice sounded almost like a purr, what was wrong with you? You needed to stop this. You reached for a beer bottle and downed almost half of it.

“Whatever.” You said coughing and looking away. “I’m here right now, we can talk about what happened back in the gym or whatever it is left to say.” You glanced to him, a silent pleading in your eyes. A pleading for him to start this conversation.

“You told me to stop earlier, so…”

“Argg” You groaned, running your finger through your hair attempting to calm yourself down. “I didn’t want anyone to see us, okay? It is difficult to explain, I don’t know how to explain the feeling that pulls me to you.”

“It is because of that Erik guy?” Your eyes snapped to his. You observed his face, jaw clenched. The veins in his neck were prominent, he seemed angry.

“No… Yes, well no. Not exactly” You lied to him, thinking it would be easier this way.

“Don’t lie to me doll.”

You look down to your hands, you did not know how to put it into words. You had a boyfriend and even though you were going to break up with him, Erik was still your boyfriend. Your fingers were twitching until a hand rested on top of yours.

“Breath (Y/N), you can tell me anything. In the end, you and I are soulmates.”

You looked up, feeling nothing but love for this guy in front of you. You couldn’t explain it, you didn’t know why it was like this. He seemed a bit out of time like he did not belong here but you found this adorable.

“I’ll start, okay?” He said with a sighed. “(Y/N), I’m not good at this, I was but not now. Look, I just…” He stopped for a second. “I thought I’ve lost any opportunity to find a soulmate, to find anyone who could love me for real. And suddenly you appeared, a young female that was so nervous to do that trial” He chuckled at the memory. “But I’m not a good person (Y/N), you need to know that. And you’re gonna learn some things about me, my past that maybe makes you afraid of me and…”

You kissed him softly cutting him from his speech. What could’ve he done? He seemed nothing but an angel to you. You were sure that nothing you’ll learn would make you love him less.

“What I want you to know is that it is okay if you do not want to know me, work with me or whatever. I just want you happy and safe.”

“I want to do so many things Bucky but I cannot. I do not do cheating, even though I’ve already cheated” You sighed. “I want many things next to you, things I’ve never felt or thought about it until the constellation was completely formed on my ribs. But I need to do this right, before I say all the things in my mind, before I can kiss you whenever I want.” You smiled at him, cupping his face in your hands. “I need you to let me go for a few hours so I can come back here to be all yours.”

You were almost in your apartment, a smiled on your face that could not go away as you thought about Bucky and the words shared between you two. Talking to him, be near him made you brave up to call it quits with Erik.

Reaching for the keys to open the door your body tensed up right away. You didn’t want to get in all of the sudden, but you needed to because your phone was in there and you needed your phone so you could call Erik to set up a place to meet up.

Shaking the feeling off, you stepped in. Nothing seemed out of place, so you let yourself relaxed a bit.

Searching for your phone you felt a hot breath on your neck, you turned right away. Erik was there and he seemed nothing but enraged.

“You’re looking for this (Y/N)?” He said with a dangerously low voice that made shivers ran down your spine. “I’ve been calling, but you know that, don’t you? I thought that as my soulmate you would be available for me 24/7, is it not what soulmate are for?”

You stepped back, fear was all you could feel right now. You gulped, not knowing what to say.

“ANSWER ME (Y/N)!!” He demanded as you flinched, feeling fragile and little compared to him. “Why are you avoiding me? It has something to do with the guy that was in the hospital room? He is the same guy you were straddling this morning in the gym right?”

Your eyes widened in shock, how could he know about it? You were done, there was nothing you could do now but praying for something coming to your flat as soon as possible.

“That it is confirmation love, I know you. But don’t worry, I know you’re a good bitch and you won’t leave my side from now on.” An evil smirk on his lips.

You pushed him away, you tried. But he was stronger than you and pinned you to the wall.

“No one is here to save you cheating bitch, so do not do anything to infuriate me more” You tried to free yourself, panic was setting rapidly on your body. But his body did not budge to your actions.

Tears started to form in your eyes and Erik laughed at your hopelessness. “Shh, love. You’re safe with me, you know I love you.”

“No, you don’t. LET. ME. GO.” He seemed shocked at your words but it was replaced quickly with rage as his hand risen to your face.

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“Alibi” - Oneshot

“Alibi” - Oneshot

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Malcolm Bright x Reader, Gil Arroyo x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 2,000-ish

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Mentions of murder, cursing. Large chunks of text in italics mean that it is a flashback.

Summary: After your boss is murdered, you are brought in as a suspect. In order to prove your innocence, you have to reveal a secret to your father. 

Author’s Note: This was one of those ideas that hit me like a train right as I was about to go to bed, so I scribbled as much as I could down and tried to make sense of it the next day.

We’re also gonna pretend that Gil and Jessica aren’t a thing cause then that would make this story a bit awkward.

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“So, (Y/N), got any news for me?” Your boss, Mr.Naruski asked from his desk chair, casually weaving a pen in between his fingers. It was lunchtime and you had gotten salads from the meditarrian place that he liked.

“Well, Simon wanted to move his meeting with you to Friday, but there would be no way to do that unless we add another 4 hours to the day. Oh! And Mrs.Krewnshe asked me if--”

“(Y/N), sweetheart! We are on our lunch break! Which means I don’t want any news with my clients unless it's urgent. I meant news in the world of the best secretary in New York!” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little bit and smile. Mr.Naruski was a true blessing when it came to employers. He owned his own architecture business in New York and somehow wasn’t a complete asshat like some of your previous bosses. He and his wife were incredibly caring and truly understood that you had to be a human in order to work with other humans. The respect you got here was well worth the daily commute!

“Well, if you really want to know... My boyfriend set up a nice, and very last minute, date for us tonight.” You couldn’t hide the true smile that spread across your lips. Mr.Naruski leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? And where is this ‘nice’ date happening, if I might ask?” 

“I’m not sure. He wouldn’t tell me. All he said was to be ready by 6 because we have reservations for 6:45. But I have a feeling it’s that new modern industrial place that I was telling you about. He knows I love to walk past it and appreciate the details. While I don’t think I’ve ever said out loud that I like it or would like to go inside, he has a great ability to read me.” 

Your smile grew a little more as your eyes drifted slightly down, thinking about all the times your boyfriend picked up on the smaller details in the past. He was good with surprises. Mr.Naruski watched how this interaction brought out your best side. The two of you finished your lunches and got back to work. 

Your boss had one more meeting this afternoon. It was with a company called Jetlan Inc. From the small bit of conversation you heard as Mr.Naruski escorted his guests out, it was a successful meeting. He turned back to you once the door was closed and let out a relieved sigh.

“I take it everything went well?”

“As well as I could. They are going to take tonight to mull it over and then give us a call tomorrow. So expect Samuel to call at some point.”

You wrote down a little reminder to yourself on a sticky note “May get call from Jetlan Inc.” and placed it near your desk’s phone. You went back to typing out the schedule for next week when Mr.Naruski tapped a finger on your desk.

“How about you leave early today, (Y/N)?”

“Are you sure, sir? I can stay and help with the final prep for tomorrow’s deal if you want. I should also probably finish this schedule.”

“I think I can handle that on my own. And you can add your final touches tomorrow. You,” He stood up and walked around your desk and held out his hands. You put your hands in his and he helped you up before grabbing your coat from the coat rack. “Have a date to get ready for.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. It was almost unbelievable to have a boss that really cared about your personal life as much as your professional one like he did. You just slipped on your coat and grabbed your purse, knowing that when Naruski made up his mind, it was set. He opened the door for you and put a hand on your arm.

“He told me to ‘love with my whole heart, but be smart enough to know when to use my brain instead.’ I think it was his way of saying ‘Be safe and have fun.’” 

A small but sad smile worked its way onto your face at the thought of him being so supportive. You felt a wave of tears coming, so you finished up your story to try to stop them from falling. 

“After that, I thanked him again, and I left to go back to my apartment and get ready. The next time I saw Mr.Naruski was the next morning, behind the crime scene tape blocking my office, dead.”

You couldn’t believe that just 24 hours ago, you were happily talking to your boss about your date. And now he was dead. Murdered in his own office, two hours after you had left. You were being questioned at the NYPD by none other than JT Tarmel, Dani Powell, Malcolm Bright, and your father, Gil Arroyo. 

No one spoke, they were taking in all of the details of your alibi. It felt like forever before Malcolm broke the silence. 

“Are there security cameras in your office?”

“Yes. There is one in the main office where my desk is positioned, one in Mr.Naruski’s office, and one in the hallway outside our door.”

“Great. We can check those. They’ll show (Y/N) leaving and should have a timestamp on them that we can check.

The team did their own little nods, still thinking about your alibi. They wanted to trust you, but they needed to think of every possible thing that could have happened, or if they could find any evidence to the real killer.

“Who did you go on a date with?” Dani was sitting about 6 feet to your right, a bottle of water in her hands as she leaned forward, elbows on the table. 

“I don’t see how my dating life is relevant to my boss being murdered in his office.”

Lies. You knew why she was asking. It was a major part of your alibi and it’s the only other way that they could concretely cross you off of the suspect list. JT jumped in to try to diffuse the situation, none of them aware of how much you didn’t want to share. 

“It's just another way that we can confirm your alibi, (Y/N).” 

You could see Gil adjusting his stance as he leaned against the wall to your left. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your father, already feeling his intense stare boring into you. 

The room was silent, but the anxiety in your chest made it feel like the room was half of its real size. You kept your posture as straight as you could while you focused on your hands that were unconsciously fidgeting on top of the table.

“Tell us the kid’s name, (Y/N).”

“Why can’t you just check the cameras like Malcolm said? That’ll show when I left at around 4:30 yesterday afternoon and when I came back today for my shift but saw the tape instead! You could even check my apartment’s security cameras!”

“Woah! We will, (Y/N). We just want to be able to cover our asses and yours.” JT tried again to calm you down, everyone know seeing how uncomfortable the idea of sharing the details of your date made you. 

Your leg started to shake under the table, that was your cue that your anxiety was getting bad. You lock eyes with Malcolm. He sees how much you’re struggling and just gives you a short nod. You knew what he was trying to say, but you really didn’t want to agree. Malcolm then took a deep breath, trying to get you to do the same. You looked down and tried to take a deep breath in.

“Why can’t you just answer the question, (Y/N)?!” Gil didn’t yell, but you could hear the annoyance in his voice. It was the final hit that broke the last of your defenses.

“Because it's Malcolm, alright?!” 

Even you were a bit shocked at the slight frustration and exasperation in your voice. As everyone let that fact settle in their brains, you closed your eyes and took a couple deep breaths, trying to accept the fact that it was out in the open now. Malcolm made his way behind you and put a comforting hand on your shoulder, lightly rubbing this thumb to try and soothe you. You opened your eyes and stared at the center of the table, your hands now clasped together. 

“Last night I left work early to go get ready for a date with Malcolm Bright. He took me to that nicer place off of 47th that has the grey brick exterior with the iron corner details. We went there to catch a break from our lives because it's been so hectic lately and we haven’t had much time to just sit and enjoy each other’s company.” 

Our reservation was for 6:45 under Malcolm’s name. You can check with the manager there, go into their electronic reservation system, and see that we checked in and everything. Or Malcolm may have some sort of confirmation email. Now do I need to go into detail about what we ordered or what cocktail I was drinking, or am I good?”

You slowly looked up to meet your father’s eyes. You expected something upset in his eyes, but instead, they were very professional. He looked from you to Malcolm, who in turn nodded, confirming your story. Gil audibly inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his nose and he rubbed a hand down his face.  

“No. You’re good, kid.”

You look back to your hands and close your eyes, focusing on your breathing. You weren’t hyperventilating, but you definitely felt a weight in your chest. 

Dani and JT looked at each other, unaware of what to do in this situation. Malcolm looked from you back to Gil, his face slightly pleading. Gil quickly tilted his head towards the door, a small sigh of relief coming from Malcolm as he moved his hand to your arm and leaned down to quietly talk in your ear.

 “C’mon, (Y/N). Let’s get some air or something to drink, okay?”

You nodded and stood up as Malcolm grabbed your coat from the rack near the door. You took yours and slung it over your arm as Malcolm opened the door for you. Before you could leave, Gil spoke up.

“I will be seeing the two of you in my office in an hour though. We need to have a chat.”

You just nod and leave already knowing what this “chat” is going to be about. Malcolm was reaching for his coat when Gil’s voice resonated again.

“Malcolm, take care of her. Go to that shop around the corner. They have those little pastries she likes. And make sure your both are back here soon. We’re not done with this.”

“Will do.” Malcolm nodded and quickly left and caught up with you, walking you safely out of the NYPD.

With that, there was still a semi-awkward air in the meeting room. Dani quietly fiddled with her water bottle and let out a “Well…”

“Heh! Yeah. That was somethi--” 

Before JT could get further, Gil pointed at him and sternly said “Don’t.” JT just raises his hands in defense and backs off. Dani couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the sight of JT getting called out. 

“So where do we go from here?” Dani calmly asked the room. 

“We need to get the security footage from the office building and (Y/N)’s apartment complex. Get in contact with the restaurant owner and see if we can check their reservation system, if not, ask Malcolm if he has any email from their reservation.”

“On it.” JT confirmed as he left the room to head to his desk and start working. Gil leaned on the table, thinking for a moment. “What do we know about this Jetlan Inc.?

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broken bones are mending {stephen strange x fem!reader}

status — oneshot

warnings — cursing, name calling (whore), attempt at angst, attempt at fluff

word count — 5,758

a/n — so this is for @nastybuckybarnes​‘s 7k follower celebration !! congratulations on this by the way, you deserve all the recognition for you really are a talented and skilled writer :) i know that stephen is a doctor but in this au he never became a master of the mystic arts, he’s just a doctor oki ,, as always, feedback is appreciated !! have a great day :>

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“Dr. Strange, you have a follow up check up with Mr. Roberts at 5:30 pm and after that you have a brief meeting with Dr. Palmer and Dr. West and you’re done for the rest of the day,” one of the nurses who assisted me in an earlier operation informed me about what the rest of my day will look like. I nodded my head as I paused in front of a hospital room wherein one of my orthopedic patients is currently confined in.

“Well, I’m just gonna check with Ms. Y/N and come collect me 15 minutes before my appointment with Roberts,” I informed him in and he looked at me weirdly, it was just 3:45 and he might have wondered why would I spend so long with one of our patients, but he did not have it in him enough to question my orders as he nodded and handed me the clipboard containing the progress report of the female patient inside the room.

As he walked away, I knocked on the door, “Come in,” I heard her voice shout out as she lowered the volume of the tiny television placed inside her room. “How you doing, Y/L/N?” I inquired as I went to her left side wherein she had injured her whole leg.

“Not too bad, considering how it’s nearing a month since I obtained this injury,” she joked as I playfully rolled my eyes and went to check her progress report. “Well, I’m just here to check your leg if that’s okay?” She nodded and paused the show she was previously watching, I then proceeded to remove her leg brace. I heard her let out small whimpers whenever I lightly grazed her leg, to which I quietly mumbled apologies.

“Does it hurt here,” I inquired while I pressed lightly on her fibia, “Or here?” and pressed on her fibula. “More on the first area. But only when you press it, not when I’m just laying down.” I nodded and quickly wrote down on the paper attached to the clipboard what I observed. As I looked up from the clipboard into her engrossed face, I lifted my eyebrows, and asked her, “What?”

Y/N shook her head and chuckled, which just made me become even more curious as to what was going on inside her head. After calming herself down with the chuckles, she sat up straight even more, “Are you tired?”

Her blunt question got me taken back, why the hell would she ask that? And seemingly out of nowhere as well. “Excuse me?” She smiled, though it did not fully reach her eyes and it looked as if she was genuinely concerned about my well-being, “You seem like you’re eternally tired. And it seems as if the life has been drained right out of you,” she snickered.

I shook my head, trying to shrug off her concern and not letting her see the appreciation of her attention. Instead, I directed my focus back to her leg and checked if there were anymore bruising and swelling. “You do know that I’m the doctor, right?” I asked as I began putting back the leg brace that helped her in her recovery, “I’m the one who’s supposed to be looking after you, not the other way around?” I asked after successfully assembling the brace and crossing my arms at her after doing so.

She shrugged her shoulders as she laid down again and casually replied, “Why can’t those two things happen?” I rolled my eyes as I collected the clipboard and headed for the door, not before reminding her, “Tomorrow we have therapy, so don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“Well, with this leg injury, don’t think I can go that far,” was the last witty comeback I heard from her before exiting her room and shutting the door. I paused briefly taking in our very quick encounter, she really is something huh, I thought to myself before walking towards my office — eager for this day to finally come to an end.

“Be honest, do you like hospital food? Or is it something you just learn to deal with?” I asked Dr. Strange as he was helping me stand up before guiding me into my first exercise. “Bold of you to assume that I eat that kind of crap,” Strange retorted as he slowly began to let me go. I worked on standing on both my feet, independently and despite a few initial wobbles, I was able to stand on my own after a few seconds of flailing my arms around in an attempt to gain balance and composure. I smiled widely and brightly at the doctor on my right, he looked as if he was fighting back a smile of his own before putting one hand under his chin and thought for a moment, “Try walking on your heels and toes across the room,” he ordered.

I began walking on my heels, away from him and towards the door, when I suddenly tried to converse, “Is it because you already taste like shit? Or you just got sick of what it tastes like?” As I returned from the walk and stood near him again he sighed, “If I answer, will it get you to cooperate and do what I asked you to do?” As I quickly nodded my head, he sighed once more before answering, “Well, if you’ve been working at a hospital for almost a decade, you get tired of their bland food. Besides, not all of their meals are that healthy, anyway,” he explained as he watched me walk on my toes.

“Try reaching for your toes without bending your knees,” he instructed and stood up — preparing for if ever I needed his help. I nodded and and bent down, I was able to do so, but not for a long time and slowly got back into standing straight. “Any pain in doing so?”

“Not much, just really not that flexible,” I stated and he nodded, “I reckon you should take more antioxidants, and not just rely on those protein bars,” I commented. “Why would you even bring that up?” he questioned, but before I could reply he immediately asked me, “Try bending your knees down with your legs together, then try to squat.”

As I was doing the exercises, I casually told him, “I chatted with one of the nurses the other day. He mentioned you’d pull double shifts and just snack on protein bars to help you get by,” I adjusted my stance, having my legs be shoulder-width apart, and moved to try for a squat, “Don’t think those will be enough to get you through two shifts. Plus, if I’m being honest, you need to drink some more water ‘cause you constantly look like you’d pass out from dehydration.”

He noticed I was having difficulty in squatting so asked if he could put one hand on my back and the other on my injured leg — to which I agreed. As he was aiding me on the exercise, he defended himself by saying, “Don’t see how my well-being is your concern. Plus, I’ll have you know that protein bars are delicious and substantial, thank you very much.”

After coming back up from a squat, I looked at him weirdly, “I’m not a nutritionist but I’m pretty sure that it isn’t a good substitute for an actual meal,” I commented before proceeding to go for another squat, “If I wasn’t confined, I’d cook you a homemade meal.”

“Alright that’s enough bending, did any of those exercises hurt when you were doing them?” I shook my head no and told him that it just ached a little when I was in that position for too long. “Now sit back down on the bed,” I followed his orders and let my legs touch the side of the bed with both my hands resting on my sides, “I’m gonna hold your leg and control it for a bit, that okay?”

I nodded my head and watched him lift my leg parallel to the floor and he asked if there was pain, even in the slightest, when he did so. This continued on for a few minutes, he'd move my leg a certain way, ask if there was any pain, and I’d always tell him if there were any pain or discomfort. “You know, if I’m being honest, I doubt if you can make a decent meal.”

Gasping loudly, I brought one of my hands in my chest, offended and hurt with his confession. He was kneeling on his left knee while both his hands were still holding on to my left leg and was moving it around to see if there were areas where I was experiencing aching — and even so he was performing a medical task, he had the nerve to smirk at what he said. As if he was teasing me even further.

“I’ll have you know, I can make one tasty and flavorful lasagna!” I argued, to which he just boisterously laughed at as he stood up and told me to lay back down so he can put back the leg brace. I let out a rather loud huff while doing what I was told, which amused him even more for he laughed once again, though it was softer and more quiet. “Perhaps that’s the only thing you can make tasty?”

I was about to retort him with a comeback when I found myself not doing it. This is the first I’ve seen him laugh out loud, genuinely and carefree, I thought to myself. “Laughing looks good on you, Dr. Strange.” This abrupt statement had him stop his reattachment of the brace halfway through, as he looked at me — puzzled and confused — and voiced out his statement of mentioned feelings, “What looks good on me, Ms. Y/LN? Is it the scrub suit?”

Even though I knew he was joking, I could not help but become a bit serious on the topic and told him, “Laughing — or joy, in general — looks good on you. It makes you seem relaxed and I dunno, more human, I guess?” I admitted to him nervously to which he just shrugged off and continued to hook up the brace. “Well, I’m glad that it was you who made me look not lifeless,” he said as he began writing down on the clipboard.

I draped the hospital blanket over me and reminded him, “Well they do say that laughter is the best medicine right, doc?” He chuckled as he finished writing down and looked at me and smiled, “Unless you’re laughing without a reason, then you probably need to be on medicine.”

I let out a few giggles while watching his form retreat and head for the door, “Will I see you tomorrow, Doctor?” He gave me one last look just before his whole body disappeared into the half-opened door, “As long as I’m still working at this hospital, you’ll surely see me, Ms. Y/N.”

“Thanks for providing your second opinion on my patient’s condition earlier, Stephen,” Christine praised me as we both walked out of one of the rooms wherein we’d meet with patients who came in for check ups or referrals. I patted her on the back, “Don’t mention it, Palmer, at least you came to me for help and not to Dr. West,” I remarked while quoting the word doctor.

She stopped in her tracks and looked at me seriously, “Can it, Strange. West is a good doctor, you just fail to see that.” Her defense had me rolling my eyes and crossing both my arms, “If he’s such a damn good doctor why don’t you always partner up with him and ask for his second opinion then?”

Before she could even prove her point even further, a nurse came to her and informed her about how her presence was required by one of the head doctors. “Honestly? I approached him first before you, so don’t get too cocky now, Strange.”

I stared at her with disbelief and disturbance with what she has just revealed to me. However, that state was cut short when the nurse who informed Christine had also reminded me, “Dr. Strange, you need to see patient Y/N one last time before she’s discharged and book an appointment in the following month for her follow up check up.”

Suddenly at the mention of the patient who continuously brightened up my day with her silly antics and attempts at conversing, I felt the slight annoyance within me disappear. I thanked the nurse and my feet took me to where my favorite patient had been staying for almost three months.  As I stood in front of her room, I contemplated for a while about how I wanted our last — for a while, at least, since their next interactions would probably be a few and far in between — encounter be.

With a deep breath, I knocked on the door, and heard her voice call out for me to come in. Upon seeing her wearing her civilian clothing and just sporting a smaller leg support and not a bulky leg brace, made me sport a soft and serene smile. Being the one in charge of her recovery has made me incredibly proud — when she was first brought in here, her left leg had a partial tear in her ligament, near her tibia, while there was swelling on her tibia which made it difficult for her to move around. In the short three months that we have collaborated in order to get Y/N back to how she was post-surgery, I have witnessed how her bravery and determination has got her through the tedious and lengthy therapy sessions that she had to go through, as well as the other medical procedures that she had gone through.

And now that she is being discharged from the hospital, I couldn’t help but feel pride for her progress. But there was also a part of me that feels somber. As much as I hate to admit it, our daily interactions — despite some being short while some lasted for over an hour — provided an illumination filled with hope and joy in my everyday life that was filled with exhaustion and monotonous repetition. “So Ms. Y/N, are you excited about being discharged?”

I watched her gleam at me, happiness and excitement being more than evident on her face, she stood up with a bounce and showed me how she was now able to conduct a different range of motions — most of them she was not able to execute in the past months. “More than ready, doc. All thanks to you I’m now not walking away with a broken leg,” she expressed her gratitude.

Her declaration warmed my heart, “You give me too much credit, you should also take into account the hard work and effort into getting yourself back into the way you were prior to your unfortunate accident,” I commended her as I sat down on the bench parallel to her bed. She sat back down on the bed, with her swinging her legs she replied casually, “Well that may be true; but don’t forget that you had to put up with my nosy and talkative ass, so yes, I think you deserve more credit,” she giggled.

I shook my head as I reached for the clipboard placed on the bedside table beside her bed, filling up the form which when completed would finalize her release from the hospital. As I was writing down on the paper — very slowly, hoping to cherish our last few moments together — we casually chatted up until she suddenly brought something up out of nowhere, “You gonna miss me when I leave, doctor?”

I paused from filling up the form and looked up at her with a raised brow, “What’s with the sudden confidence, Y/L/N?” I managed to deliver in a cool and composed manner, I wasn’t entirely sure that I wanted her to know how I looked forward to checking in on her everyday and that our conversations were something that made me happy for she was quick-witted and absolutely hilarious.

She shrugged her shoulders and fiddled with her fingers that rested on her lap, “Nothing really. It’s just,” she thought about what she wanted to say for a while, and set down the clipboard — containing the now completed release form; although I wasn’t telling her that yet — and looked at her curiously and eager to know what she had in mind, “Talking and spending time with you, made my time here somewhat tolerable and you know? It took my mind off from the pain and difficulty I had to endure from the procedures and therapy.”

I could not help but soften my look on here, at awe with how she viewed our interactions and how she also saw me as someone who brightened up the past few months — months that should have been somber and bleak given her situation. Before I could even respond she further explained, “It might sound silly, or immature, or even childish; but I really looked forward to seeing you everyday. And I’m thankful that you nursed me back to health but you also help me battle through the loneliness. So yeah, I’m very thankful to have met you.”

I gulped down and somehow decided that now was the best time to tell her that I reciprocated what she felt, “Well there's something I needed to tell you,” I began and I saw her eyes look at me eagerly and just as I was about to voice out what I felt, someone opened the door and entered the room, to which we both brought our gaze into.

“Kian! Hey you found your way up!” Y/N happily greeted as she waved to the guy. “Of course, I had to make sure you got home safely, where’s your bag by the way?” he inquired and she pointed to the bags that were placed at the front of the bed. He nodded and grabbed it, Y/N then looked at me and remembered, “What was it you were gonna say?”

I abruptly stood up and handed her the clipboard, “Oh it was nothing, just sign here and hand it over to the nurse at reception. She’ll shortly release you after that. And on the 15th next month is your follow up appointment, at 4:30 pm” my dismissal to her might have come across as rude, but I didn’t find the strength within me to tell her of how she was important to me seeing how she had a guy this good looking that was probably around her age and someone who cared for her enough to pick her up at the day she was being released from the hospital. Insecurity and doubt taking over my usual cocky and confident facade.

She seemed taken aback with what I said, eyebrows furrowed, she signed on the form and looked at my retreating form. “Okay thanks, Dr. Strange, see you on the 15th,” I nodded at her as I began making my way out of the room, in order for the two of them to have privacy and for me to conceal how the situation was now affecting me. I patted the guy, Kian, on his back, “Take care of her.” My legs walked briskly, knowing that if I probably stayed it would have just made me more sorrowful than how I already was.

Upon closing the door, I immediately made a beeline for my office. Grateful that my afternoon schedule did not include operations or checkups. Entering my office, I immediately plopped down on the sofa that was a few feet away from the door. I rubbed my face and groaned out loud, of course a woman who was extremely beautiful, funny, quick-witted, and determined was bound to be in a relationship with someone. Did I really hope that Y/N was single when she was that great? After a few moments, I told myself that I probably just infatuated with her because I saw her everyday for the past three months. I was just excited to meet someone who was completely different from the people I encounter on a regular basis. This is just a stupid crush that he would not want to think about and won’t have to think about once again.

With a sigh, I stood up and headed for my office desk and tried to distract myself from the memories of Y/N brightening up his day and instead buried myself with medical work.  

To say that my last encounter with Dr. Strange was a disappointment was an understatement. I told him about how much he has helped me get through this injury — and not just on the physical and medical aspect of it — and for him to quickly dismiss it. Perhaps he was just not comfortable talking about it with his patients? Maybe he was surprised to see your cousin, Kian, and did not want to keep you any longer?

With today being the 15th, half of me was excited to see him once again. While the other part of me was cautious about how he would react to seeing me once again — would he be as cold or as dismissive as he was from our last conversation?

With a huff, I pressed on the elevator floor where I knew his office would be. Upon reaching the floor, I immediately took in the surroundings, it’s been a month and it felt like not too long ago this had become my temporary home. Smiling to some of the nurses and other staff whom I recognized, I was making my way through the busy halls and found myself on the side of the building where Dr. Strange’s office would be.

“You’re the best, Stephen,” I heard a girl praise him as she untangled herself from her embrace with the doctor whom I’ve been spending too much time thinking about. I looked the other way, feeling as if I was somewhat violating their privacy by witnessing their intimate exchange. The girl was then called by a nurse leaving Dr. Strange to acknowledge my presence by saying, “Oh Y/N,  you’ve finally arrived.”

I sheepishly nodded, “Is it a bad time?” He quickly shook his head and led me into his office, “No, no it’s not. Come on in and let’s start the checkup.” I nodded and went in first and he followed, directing me to sit on the examination table. “So, how have you been feeling? Any pain when performing tasks?” he inquired as he grabbed a notepad that was by his office desk.

I shook my head no, “Not really. Although I’ve noticed that I don’t really have the same endurance as I used to prior to the accident.” He nodded and took note of what I had said, putting down the notepad he made his way towards me and asked if it was alright if he touched my leg to inspect it. I agreed and let him move around my leg.

“If I had known you were busy, I would have insisted on a different date,” I meekly told him as he checked my leg. He looked up at me with an eyebrow raised and stopped his inspection, “What? I wasn’t doing anything before you came in, just a quick snack with the other doctor,” he explained.

Raising my hands up I chuckled, “Don’t have to explain to me your personal business, doc.” He shook his head and resumed his inspection. While doing so, there was an awkward and uncomfortable silence that enveloped his office. I would usually try to come up with  a way of sparking up a conversion with him. But given how he was not the most approachable last time and now seeing him cozy with another person, made me hesitant to let him know about how he made me feel and how he was important in my recovery period.

“Everything seems to be good,” he concluded after observing my partially-recovered leg, “anything else you want to add or ask?” I bit my lip as I debated about whether or not I should confront him about his previous behavior. “Not much really, but there is something I wanted to talk to you about,” I trailed off as I was unsure on how to approach the subject without coming off as immature or making it look like I was interfering with his life — even though I had no right to do so.

“What is it about, Ms. Y/N?” He inquired, and I took a deep breath while I closed my eyes, as I opened them and looked into his eyes deeply, “The last time we spoke, when I told you how you were such an important and pivotal figure on my road to recovery. Not just on the medical and physical aspect of it, but also with you know?” I cast my gaze on my fingers for a little while, struggling to correctly put into words my appreciation for what he’s done, “It’s well, for a while it was lonely for me to be in the hospital for what? Three months? So I began chatting up with the nurses and other hospital staff whom I’ve always seen or encountered during my recovery.”

I paused, diverting my gaze from my fingers and into Dr. Strange’s face. From what I could make out, he was contemplating on the information I was telling him. I felt that he had his own question or comment on what I had to say, but he waited instead for me to finish whatever it was I had to say — and for that I appreciated his patients. “Despite chatting with the different hospital staff, it was my everyday exchange with you that I truly enjoyed the most. You talking about how 70’s and 80’s music is way better than the music today. Or when you’re just simply telling me how at some point you got sick of hospital food, hence why you don’t eat as much anymore. Talking with you has been really, um, therapeutic, I guess is the right word for it?”

I stared for a little bit at his face, and since he wore the same expression and did not open his mouth for any reply I went on, “Like, it may sound silly or what, but you’ve really helped me get through this dark period of my life. And no, it’s not just because you’re the doctor who helped me or something like that. But I don’t know? You’re one of the most intelligent — and not just on the medical field, honestly — and witty, and humorous person. While I could also see that you’re extremely kind and caring — which I suppose is the reason you take double shifts even if your body is begging for a break,” I chuckled lightly at the memory and shortly after I took in a deep breath before risking it all, “So what I’m really trying to say is that, I like you. And if this is weird for you, I can ask to switch doctors since you know, it might be awk-”

I was cut off when he spoke back in what seemed like forever by saying, “You like me?” he wondered out loud, to which I nodded to reaffirm that what I had stated earlier was true. His eyebrows furrowed and there were visible lines above his forehead, confusion now taking over his features. “That’s evil, alright? You don’t like me, you’re just playing with me!” he accused, slightly raising his voice at me.

I bit my lip and felt that my eyes were starting to water — though I had no intention of letting him know how what he’s doing is affecting me — and my voice cracked as I argued back, albeit weakly, “What? How could you question what I feel and accuse of something cruel?”

He crossed his arms and raised his brows, but not in confusion; for it seemed like he was challenging my declaration, “Really? You have your boyfriend pick you up when you were discharged and a month later you tell me that you like me? I didn’t know that you were such a -”

“He’s not my fucking boyfriend! He’s my cousin, you idiot!” I interrupted him as I raised my hands up in frustration. His mouth hung agape in shock, processing what I had just revealed. It was also then I processed why his demeanor had suddenly changed last month. Did he actually think that Kian was my boyfriend? “So you’re telling me, the reason why you suddenly became dismissive the time I was discharged was you thought that I was someone else’s whore?” I coldly asked him.

He gulped before moving from where he was seated and made a move to sit beside me. I turned away from him, trying to hide the few sniffles and tears I had let out. “I’m sorry,” he started, and he made a move to bring one of his hands into my back and soothe it — not prohibiting me from letting out the tears — “I should not have jumped into that conclusion. It wasn’t fair to you or to that guy. It’s just, I didn’t want to come off as nosy by asking you about your relationship with him.”

I scoffed, “Well I think I would have mentioned a boyfriend to you at some point during our conversations during those three months, don’t you think?” He too, laughed quietly at what I had said and agreed. “But it wasn’t only that. I thought to myself that you’re you. You’re this ray of sunshine who happens to be a lovely, beautiful, funny, quick-witted, and determined woman. And if you managed to make my days better and bright, then I was sure as hell that you brought that same effect to others — which led me to believe that there was already a lucky lad who got to call you theirs.”

His confession led me to face him, and his features softened and relaxed upon seeing how a few tears have stained my face. Both his hands were quickly wiping off the tears after doing so, his hands were planted on both sides of my jaw, he was caressing my cheeks and what he was doing resulted in a faint red blush appearing on my cheeks. “I guess this just both means that we’re both dumb and that we should both be more open in voicing out what we feel, huh?”

A hearty laugh escaped his lips and I couldn’t help but smile at this, “It’s nice seeing you like this, happy and carefree.” I said to which he sheepishly smiled as well, “Well, I’m only like this when I’m with you. So the past month I’ve been a pretty dull person,” he informed me as he scooted closer to me and his right hand was wrapped around my shoulder, leaving me to lean on his shoulder. Grabbing his left hand, I played with his calloused hand, enjoying our closeness and that fact that we had now voiced out what we both truly felt.

“Since we both like each other, why don't we both go out some time?” he cheekily said, causing me to look up at him pointedly, “Will you let me make my delicious lasagna for you?” I asked back to which he laughed once again. After throwing his head back in laughter, he looked at me, happiness and contentment evident in his whole face, “Of course, sweetheart. And don't you worry, I’m not pulling a double shift tonight and it’s my day off tomorrow — so I have all the time in the world to get to know you better.”

As he was speaking out those words, I found my gaze landing on his lips. He noticed this and smirked, “You want a kiss, Ms. Y/N?” he teased. I looked at his eyes — doing my best to pull off an adorable puppy dog look — as I told him, “Yes please, Doctor Strange, I heard that it would help me mend and heal my leg.”

We both laughed at our silly exchange both after the laughter died down, both his hands were once again caressing my cheeks and pulling me closer. As our lips touched, one of my hands touched his cheek, deepening the kiss even more. While the other settled on his lower back, wanting to feel his warmth even more and wanting him closer.

As he opened his mouth, it prompted me to do the same. Feeling his tongue wrestle with mine, made me shudder at how good it felt. After what felt like hours of kissing, he pulled away, in a daze I looked up at him and he muttered, “God, I like you so much, baby” before pecking my lips multiple times — which led me into a fit of giggles. We stared at each other for a while, dazed and on cloud nine. Just smiling, giggling, and pressing kisses to each other.

“Dr. Strange, Mrs. Fleming will be here with her toddler in a few minutes to have their checkup,” a nurse knocked on the door. This snapped both of us out of our bubble, Dr. Strange thanked the nurse and informed the nurse that he will be ready in a few minutes.

He then helped me stand up and put my jacket back on. As I was putting back my shoes, we both shared a few words, “Stephen,” I looked at him and wondered what he meant with what he had just said, “I mean, my name is Stephen. Stephen Strange.” I nodded and smiled, moving to him pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Well Stephen, since you have my file you know my number and address. See you later, thank you for that check up.”

Stephen watched as I made my way to the door and he was laughing as I waved at him goodbye and shut the door behind me. As I entered the elevator and headed for my car, I could not help but smile at what had just happened. Who would have  thought that the person in charge of my recovery would also be the one to mend the loneliness that I felt, and that I do the same for him as well? Now, to prepare a meal for that person.

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Sorry I know it's a lil late, but if you're still taking oc asks (these ones I mean), maybe 13, 19, 24, 38/39/40, 43, 45, 47, 64, and/or 74/75/76? again, for any OC you'd like

It’s never too late to ask me about my OCs! I could talk about them until the cows come home! X3 Not to mention, this is great since I’m currently working on my next chapter and I needed a little break! So, thank you! ❤️❤️

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13. How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

So, the only OCs that have a sibling are Fane and Mhairi. Fane is Mhairi’s brother and Mhairi is Fane’s sister. Fun fact: orginally these two were supposed to be twins when I made them because they looked very similar (Fane had platinum blonde hair like Mhairi and their overall faces had like features). Now, they’re three years apart (Fane is 24 and Mhairi is 21). 

As to their relationship, it is 100% wholesome and devotion incarnate. Everything Fane does and has done is for Mhairi, and he takes the role of both a father and a brother for her. It’s one of the few times Fane is actually soft with another person. Mhairi is his whole world until Inquisition, and it makes everything later one even harder for him. *side eyes* Mhairi is in the same boat as Fane because she is highly obsessed with showing him that she can handler herself and that he doesn’t have to keep running himself into the ground to keep her safe and happy. She constantly bakes him his favorite treats, gifts him with raw materials for his weapon crafting, crafts him articles of clothing and trinkets to elicit a single smile to his face. Mhairi just wants him to be happy above all else since she can tell something changed him, but she doesn’t know what. As such, she does become a tad jealous when Fane and Solas’s relationship comes to light, but only because she’s just as protective with him as Fane is with her.

19. What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

I wrote a fic about this actually! It was told from Solas’s POV, but it gave glimpse into how Fane responds to children. Fane adores children and he secretly craves a small family--just one child because he wants to give the love his mother had given him. Gentle, calm, and patient. He just thinks he doesn’t have it in him for that, especially because of what he is. (hint: watch for fics that have the appearance of the baby dragon that Solas and Fane adopt. It’ll be important waaaaay later. *winks*)

Estoria is along the same lines as Fane. She loves, loves, loves children. When she was traveling as a mercenary, the band would occasionally visit smaller cities where there were alienages and Estoria would spend her free time there. She would sing songs to the children, teach them how to do menial, but important tasks like washing clothes or planting crops, and would tell them stories of her time on the road. Deep down inside, she would adore a little girl of her own because she wants desperately to be a mother. 

24. Who are the people your OC dislikes/hates?

So, surprise! Fane doesn’t actually ‘hate’ or ‘dislike’ anyone (other than his father lol). But if we’re talking in terms of the inner circle, again, he doesn’t hate anyone, he just feels indifferent towards them. The only one that he shows any kind of passionate distaste for is Cassandra, but most of that is from a lack of communication on both their parts in the beginning (Fane is not in a good mental state during Haven’s arc due to being framed divinity and the slow realization of what he is making him lash out violently). 

Mhairi though...eheheh. She doesn’t like Solas. At all. For a very long time. They butt heads constantly because of elven history, religion, and magical theory, but also because of Mhairi’s main insecurity of being abandoned. She’s worried Solas will take Fane from her and that frightens her beyond belief. *side eyes AGAIN*

 38. How does your OC react to and handle stress?

Reacting to stress, Fane either becomes incredibly overwhelmed and irate, or he shuts down completely. He turns into a shell that simply walks through the halls with a dead stare, or he becomes the warped version of what he is--breaking, smashing, and snapping anything in his path. When that happens, in either form, Fane hides away in the more desolate parts of Skyhold where no one can find him (other than Solas or Cole). He’s like a cat, actually. He can see everyone else, but they can’t see him. He’ll do that until he calms down enough to where he isn’t overcome wit the urge to snarl or crack open a noble’s skull.

39. How does your OC handle anger?

Badly. Well, Fane does anyways. Pffft. Mhairi tends to cry when she’s angry, so also badly. Estoria...ohhhh, boy. Watch the thorns because they are laced with poison. All my OCs handle anger badly. That probably says something about me, huh? *curls up in the corner* 

40. How does your OC handle grief?

Due to his abuse, Fane rarely cries--he was commanded not to for five years and the fear of doing it lingers. However, when he does cry it’s because of something utterly heart breaking. In fact, every time the group goes to fight a dragon, Fane scurries off at the end of the battle to literally crumble into a heap of snot and tears because it physically hurts him. It’ll be revealed more in my fic as to why, but just know it’s a..bad time. Again, Fane’s go to is to be alone with his emotions until they settle down. It’s a bad habit of his and one that takes a lot of support from Solas, Cyfrin and his sister to work out.

Mhairi is very open with her emotions (her and Fane anathema to each other). So, when their mother passed and their father disappeared, she was inconsolable for months and the feeling of abandonment lingers with her still. Usually, Mhairi just goes to Fane or Cyfrin if she’s feeling lonely or grief stricken and just...cry until she passes out.

43. What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

Fane’s humor is morbid. Cyfrin and he get locked in discussions of dark, dark humor. Such as:

“If you don’t stop commenting about how my eyes will make a ‘lovely’ ballad, I will crack your skull and make a vase. I could use some bright macabre decoration in that dismal aravel, anyways.”

“Do I at least get to be painted in pretty floral patterns and intricate designs of trees? Maybe roses?”

“I’ll make the roses blue. Just for you.”

“Ah-ha! Now we’re talking! A man after my own fluttering, flying heart!”

“I’ll make your heart fly in a minute..”

“A confession?! I knew it would be a joyous day!”

“Just shut up, Cy.”

I’m serious. This is them and I have no shame. *laughs nervously* It’s all empty, though. Cyfrin helps Fane relax a little and never judges him for his darker aspects. If anything, it helps mitigate a potential outburst because Fane can look as it as a joke rather than something that genuinely hurts him. Unless he’s in a really foul mood, then Cyfrin adopts his more caring side to calm Fane down. (I have a lot of thoughts with these two. Just wait. Juuuust wait.)

45. What are some things that annoy your OC?

What doesn’t annoy Fane? 🤣🤣 But specifically, Fane can’t stand when someone is willingly ignorant nor can he stand when they’re filled with disgusting forms of pride.

Estoria is highly annoyed by racial labels. She was taken in by a human, and as such, she got to mingle with a lot of different races throughout her time as mercenary. She got to see those races as people and when organizations like the Chantry and what have you only see race and see it as a bad thing sometimes, she goes off the handle. Estoria doesn’t shy away from being an elf, but she doesn’t believe that’s all she is nor does she believe anyone else is just their physical race.

47. How easily does your OC forgive?

Fane is slow to forgive, even if that person is highly dear to him. However, it does depend on what happened in the first place and there’s a big, big plot point later on in my story that shows a heavily development in this characteristic. 

Estoria is an easy forgiver. She’s very openminded and realizes everyone has their struggles, but if it’s something truly deplorable with no other reason besides causing harm or death or gaining influence then that changes quickly.

64. What are some habits your OC has picked up?

Fane has picked up on a lot of habits due to how long he’s lived and what his nature entails. He has a habit of squeezing his arms if he’s agitated, crossing them in an attempt to steady himself, and growling. Fane growls constantly, even if he’s not irritated. It’s an involuntary reaction from being a dragon. 

He also has a habit of tracing patterns in wood with his eyes--pointing out shapes and faces. He also has a habit of..twisting the truth. *side eyes once AGAIN*

74. What is your OC’s favorite color?

Fane -- Blue (Don’t look at me like that.)

Estoria -- Grey (reminds her of her father’s eyes)

Mhairi -- White (she likes the symbolism of purity)

75. What is your OC’s favorite scent?

Fane -- Gladiolus

Estoria -- Rain

Mhairi -- Vanilla

76. What is your OC’s favorite animal?

Fane -- Wolf (DON’T. There’s more to it, I swear!)

Estoria -- Cats (she used to play with them in alley ways)

Mhairi -- Halla (she adores being around them since her mother would take her to them when she was little)

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Thank you for the ask, lovely person! Have a splendid day! ❤️❤️

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For Life

BUCKY BARNES X READER

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request from anon: prompt #82 "I wouldn't have made it this far without you" and #84 "you and me? it's for life baby" with Bucky Barnes, please?

Summary: When Bucky returns from a mission in a coma, you must find an antidote. When he wakes, he’s in a rare, love-struck state. Word Count: 875 A/N: I wrote this while taking a bath. It’s totally not proofed. I just want Bucky fluff because he’s baby and I liked the prompts :) Warnings: Verbal attacks at Captain America. Very little angst. Fluffy ending

82) "i wouldnt have made it this far without you" 84) "you and me? its for life baby"

“Bucky...” You sighed as you saw your boyfriend as sleep in the medical bay, “Dr. Banner, what happened?”

“(Y/N)-” Steve attempted to interject, he didn’t want you to blow anything to far out of proportion.

“Can it, Rogers,” you pointed a finger at him without you eyes leaving from Bucky’s frame, “Banner, please. I’ll find out eventually, and you know it will be better if I know everything upfront.”

“He went to clear out a room, and there were at least 30 soldiers waiting for anyone to enter. From what we know, it wasn’t an attack purposefully meant for him since they were regular pirates without any HYDRA affiliation. It would have been a difficult situation for any Avenger to handle, he’s lucky that it was only some dart that put him out.”

“Do you have the dart? Have you begun analyzing the chemical compound within it?” You paused, your mind drifted to the worse. You’re head finally turned from Bucky to look at the Doctor, fear evident in your eyes.

He knew the unspoken question, “All we know is that it isn’t lethal. But we haven't finished the analysis yet. For all we know, it could be a simple amnesia dart.”

You shook your head and returned you gaze over to Bucky and approached the cot he lay on. His looked surprisingly peaceful in his little coma, much different than the twisted facial expressions caused by nightmares. It was almost calming, except for the fact he had been drugged, “I’m not leaving his side until he wakes. Who knows how he’ll react when he wakes up?”

“No, you need to get sleep too, (Y/N),” Steve spoke up, “I can stay and keep watch. I’m the only man who could stop him in case of a relapse.”

“Absolutely not, Rogers,” You glared at the blond man, tired of how he seemed to always pull the best-friend card on you, “You were gone for 6 hours and come back with Bucky in a coma. I begged you to watch his back if you two were going to chase after HYDRA agents and you couldn’t even do that.”

“I had orders-”

“No, Steve. I don’t give a damn about your orders. If you want to chase HYDRA, that’s fine. That’s fantastic! But if you want Bucky to help, if you want to drag him through hell again, you better keep your eyes and ears open. I trust you as my superior, but you are a rather shit friend. I’m staying, and you better not test me.”

“I- I’m sorry, (Y/N)”

You took a deep breath and returned to Dr. Banner, “I’ll take the dart into my lab. I have my Ph.D. in both Organic Chemistry and Human Medicine. I doubt this will be hard to crack.”

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It only ended up taking you 45 minutes to figure out the chemical makeup and another 30 minutes tow whip up a simple antidote. After injecting the antidote into Bucky’s IV, it took four hours for him to wake up.

You were reading a book about the advancements of weapons and technology through the World Wars when you noticed a stir in the bed. You lowered your book to see Bucky smirking at you as he took you in.

“Good morning, doll.”

Quickly, you rose from your seat, checking each monitor for any warning signs. When everything checked out, you bent down by his side and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, “Thank the stars your okay.”

“Did you happen to figure out the dart?” You giggled and nodded, “Of course, you did. That’s my smart girl.”

“Oh, stop being such a flirt. You only just woke up. And I just happened to crack it a little sooner than Doctor Banner did.”

HE shook his head and pushed himself to where he was sitting up. HE patted an empty spot beside him, “Well if it weren’t for you being the best doctor and the best agent I’ve ever met, who knows what trouble I’d be in. You’re too good for me, doll. Hell, I wouldn't have made it this far without you.”

“I bet you say that to all the pretty, young doctors here,” you tease him and take your seat next to him, taking his hand in yours.

“Only the ones that I plan to marry,” he lifted your hand to his lips and placed a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

“Alright, but save the proposal for a night where I don’t have to fret over and save your ass, Barnes. It’ll be more romantic,” You blush at his comments and kiss, before standing to go discuss a small treatment with Banner, “But for now, you need some good, natural sleep. Then you can talk about the future of our relationship, Bucky.”

You walked over to the door and opened when he spoke up. A lovesick expression had washed over his face. One that only showed when he felt safe and true happiness. It absolutely warmed your heart.

“I’m serious (Y/N). You and me? It’s for life, baby.”

“I love you, Buck. To the moon and back.”

“I love you too. To the moon and back”

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Scars: Year four, Chapter four

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Self Harm, cursing, wounds, bruising, mild nudity, scarring,

Y/n's P.o.V.

We waved goodbye to James's parents from the door of the Hogwarts express. After that we left to find a compartment. Once we found one the boys put their luggage in the overhead compartments and I had to ask Sirius to put mine up.

"Short arse!" James broke out in a fit of laughter because I had to ask for help. Remus ended up joining in the laughter too and, eventually, Sirius, Peter and I.

I ended up sitting beside the window, Remus beside me, Peter beside him, James in front of me and Sirius beside him. Remus was reading his book and chatting with Peter while James, Sirius and I did quidditch talk. I won an argument dealing with the last world quidditch cup.

After a while the trolly witch came and the boys all bought things to eat, it had honestly become a custom that one of the boys bought me something to eat ever year on the rides to and from Hogwarts because of the stupid rule mum made and this year Sirius got me what I regularly had.

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Soon it became time to get changed into our school clothes. After James helped me get my clothes out of the trunk I left to go get changed. While on my way I bumped into Lily Evans, who happened to be on her way to the bathroom to change as well so we went together. It was nice catching up with her and all but I had to head back to the boys soon.

When I got back to the compartment I burst out laughing. " OH MY GODRIC! Who preformed Densaugeo on you?" I used hand motions to tell the boys to line up in front of me in turn so I could shrink their teeth back to normal. By the time I had finished it had become time to exit the train.

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We rode carriage's pulled by thestrals up to the castle. I was the only one of us who could actually see them so, I didn't say anything about them. You know, didn't wanna freak the boys out.

Once we got into the great hall we found a spot to watch the sorting from, clapping everytime a student other than Slytherin got sorted. Dumbledore said words of wisdom then he started the feast.

After the feast we had to leave to go back to the common room where I hugged each of them, in turn, before going off to bed.

Once in the dorm I placed a silencing spell around my four-poster because I tended to wake up screaming, crying or in a cold sweat and I didn't need any unwanted attention.

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Le three weeks before Christmas

Because why nooooo

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12:45 at night ish

Abruptly, I jerked awake clinging onto the sheets for dear life, balling one fist in the sheets. Shakily I slid up against the beds backboard before wiping the sweat off my brow. I will never be able to get the mental image of Crucio out of my head, Never.

Shaking, I bent over my bed and pulled Remus' sweater and a teddy bear the boys had given me out from under it. I easily slipped into his sweater and pulled my knees into it along with the bear and my arms. Laying inside his sweater and cuddling the boys bear eased my nerves. Slightly.

1:20 ish

By now I had calmed down enough to stop crying and had stashed the sweater and bear back where they were. Then, the memory of my mother's letter from first year came back and I froze, clutching the sheets for dear life. Quietly I pulled the curtains away from my four-poster and threw my cloak on over my clothes, pulling my pocket-size switchblade out from the secret compartment on my nightstand and slipped on my sneakers; after enchanting them to make no noise. Then, I started my trek to Myrtles bathroom.

*Trigger warning*

I sat on the floor of Myrtles bathroom slowly digging a switchblade into my left thigh. While wincing, every few cuts I counted down from 50 in my head. No, I didn't do that many lines I just, I sit on the bathroom floor and count down from fifty, when I finish I move and clean the area up before moving onto my ankle. Then, I do the same for my ankle, shallower cuts, lower number.

Once finished I looked back at my work. I winced slightly while looking back at the older scars. Soon after, I bandaged them. Once done I chatted idly with Myrtle before moving onto my upper arms.

In total it took about another thirty/forty-five minutes before bandaging the wounds and heading back to Gryffindor tower.

Only to find Sirius, shirtless, attempting to stitch a wound on his lower abdomen, on the couch. I gasped quietly and held a hand to my mouth. Apparently he had heard because he turned to look at me, by the portrait hole. Quite suddenly he dropped the needle and sat up, wincing from pain. " It- its not what it looks like Y/n..."

Slowly, I walked up to him and picked up the needle, sat in the middle of the couch. " Lay down Sirius." At first, he looked surprised then, he crawled over to me, laying in my lap. I winced when he put pressure on my leg and when asked I simply said later. " If your going to stitch up an abuse wound or any other type, ask for assistance. Well, or just come to me." I said while steadily stitching the two wounds he was attempting.

He lay there, wincing slightly while looking up at me from his spot on my legs. After stitching up about three more wounds he asked me a question, " Y/n, if you don't mind me asking why do you have bandages on your ankles?" I winced slightly before finishing up the wound I was working on. After that I lay down the needle while Sirius shrugged on a shirt, wincing slightly. He sat beside me on the couch and looked at me.

I expertly muttered a very offensive string of curse words under my breath before pulling my cloak off and crossing my arms under my chest. Seeing as I hadn't done anstiphamore Sirius had visible access to my wounds. I felt his gaze traveling up and down my body, lingering where I had bandages. He looked at me in concern and I bit my lower lip. "do you cut yourself because of it?" Yet again I found myself nodding my head.

I winced slightly when he brushed his hand against one of my older scars. " Take off your shirt Y/n." Abruptly I turned my head towards him and gave him a look that screamed 'Are YOU CRAZY?!'. He noticed my response and gripped my wrist carefully before saying,

" Not in a sexual way. I just wanna see them."

I looked into his eyes and saw no lies. No pity, just concern. Yet again a string of very offensive curse words came muttered out of my mouth before I carefully pulled my shirt over my head and crossed my arms again under my bra, a blush creeping it's way onto my face. His eyes flickered all over my body, wether it be my abdomen, stomach, arms, sides, face, hands. Everywhere.

He gently cupped my face with his hand and asked me for permission. I nodded my head slowly while looking down at the floor. Then, he picked me up in his lap, my back to his chest, and swept my hair off to the side. I could feel his fingers tracing spots all over my back before I flinched.

He had just ran his thumb over a deep cut in my back from when Jonathan, one of her boyfriend's, threw knifes. " fuck" I whispered out while biting my lip. Almost immediately he retracted his hand. I shook my head at him as if saying you're okay.

After that he went to tracing the scars all over my back and neck before turning me over and tracing the scars all over my frontside: arms, stomach, abdomen, neck, shoulders, forearms, hands, sides and eventually he pulled down the straps of my bra.

I was still covered up and he's like my brother so I know even if he did take it off, he wouldn't do anything bad. After he finished I pulled my shirt back on. Then, he gently pulled me into a hug, keeping his hands away from the bad scars and cuts. There seemed to be a mutual agreement that no words were needed to describe the situation, make it better or worse and Sirius didn't feel the need to ask about the scars because his earlier suspicions had been confirmed.

In that moment, sitting there on that couch in his arms, I felt a sudden rush of emotions. I felt safe, for once in my lifetime, I felt loved, I felt wanted and appreciated. The only other time this feeling has appeared has been when I was with Remus, Every emotion I had felt over the past few weeks, months, days and years suddenly hit me and quick enough the tears started flowing.

Soon, I found my face buried in his chest crying. The only result was for him to hold me tighter and soon he wrapped me in the cloak before carrying me to his dorm room and putting me on the bed. By then the water works had sub-sided and my breathing was starting the become semi-normal.

He left and went to the bathroom before grabbing some sort of jelly type stuff and pulled the shirt off once more before rubbing it over all the scars and putting bandages into them. Once he finished he gave me one of his shirts to put on before pulling me down onto his bed and holding me protectively and comfortingly in his arms. I felt safe, secure and he made me feel like everything was going to be okay. He made me feel loved.

It was in that moment when I knew I was going to be okay, I would get through this.

And I would stick by them.

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Edit: Okay guys I went back to re read this to write the new chapter and I just need to say I was very thoroughly depressed when I wrote this which caused my sadness to leak into the chapter. So, if this troubled you in any way blame it on my depression at that time.

Drop a vote, drink some water, eat some food and remember You Are Loved!

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Stitches ch6: Bruises

Today was a huge day. It was the day that you went in for your first session with Dr. Hendrix. After careful consideration, and the help of Shawn’s notes, you decided she was the one for you. You were pretty nervous, but you knew afterwards, you’d feel so much better.

Having only spoken to her on the phone, she seemed extremely sweet and youthful. And when she walked out and called for you, she was almost exactly like you pictured. She was very young, her naturally red hair chopped in a cute pixie cut, and her smile was completely genuine.

“So..” She started as you settled into the plush grey couch “Why don’t you start by telling be what your goals are with your treatment.”

You took a deep breath before answering. “Well, recently I found out that my sexually and mentally abusive ex boyfriend attends campus. And that’s a huge trigger for me, but also I have a new boyfriend now, and I want to be comfortable again. So I guess my overall goal is to be able to actually invest myself into this relationship and not be so scared. While still working on feeling safe around my ex.”

As you spoke, Dr. Hendrix, or Jess as she told you to call her, wrote notes into a notebook. “Well first off, I think it’s very brave of you to come forth and want to take control of this. I know you mentioned some recent panic attacks.” You nodded, telling her about everything, and ypur past experience.

You spent the next 45 minutes talking about ways to cope and how important communication is in your relationship with Shawn. Already, you were feeling a lot better just getting your feelings off your chest and talking about Shawn in a safe environment. Sure you had Emily, but here you could get tips on how to better yourself and your relationship.

“Well, it’s safe to say that we should see each other every week. But as long as you practice the things we talked about today and will discuss in future sessions, you should be perfectly fine in a few months.” You stood up, giving her a smile and a wave. “Oh, and dear, Shawn knows what he’s doing in terms of taking care of you. He asked me about ways to act around you. So just know that you’re loved.” And with that you walked out of the building, feeling a lot more at ease.

Turning the corner to make your way to Prof Comm., you saw your favorite head of curls standing against the front of the building. His back was to you as he talked to some guys from the dorm. Jay, one of the few guys you remember from that first night, saw you, so you put your finger to you lips as a silent plea for him to pretend he didn’t. Smiling up at Shawn, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his clothed back, biting down gently.

“Awww Brian, come on. You know that’s not for the public.” He said, knowing full and well it was you. You laughed, swatting his stomach before he turned to look at you, a small bouquet of sunflowers in his hands. “For you, my love.” He smiled, handing you the parchment paper wrapped flowers.

“Oh Shawn, these are beautiful. Thank you! What are they for?” With a kiss to your head he simply said “happy Thursday.” Before turning back to say his goodbye to the guys so you could make your way to class.

You took your usual places in the lecture hall, setting your flowers on the desk. “So, how did things go this morning?” Shawn asked, writing down the notes on the board.

“Good. I’m gonna see her every week until I’m comfortable enough to end the sessions. But I know that she’s a good match.” Before you could say anything else, Mrs. Moultry turned down the lights.

“Okay guys, today we are going to watch a TedTalk video. You can take notes, if you think it’s interesting, but it’s not a grade or anything. I just decided you should all see this. When the video is over, you’re all free to go for the day. But don’t forget your journals are due on Tuesday!” And with that she started the video, walking around and plopping into her chair.

“Pssst.” You heard from behind you, but you ignored it, resting your head on Shawn’s bicep and listeingint to the presenter talk. “Psssst.” You heard it again, this time accompanied by a straw wrapper being blown at the back of your head. Groaning, you turned around expecting to see one of the freshmen that gawked over Shawn, or Katy asking about the notes from accounting because she missed it yesterday since she wasn’t feeling well.

However, you lost your breath when sitting right behind you was Josh, that stupid red hoodie he cherished so much wrapped around his shoulders. “Can I talk to you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You scoffed “Um. No. What the fuck would I wanna talk to you for?” Your forehead in a not so cute crease.

“Because I just wanna talk. After class?” He asked, looking at you with that same puppy face he used to get you to do things you didn’t want to do.

You rolled your eyes. “I have nothing to say to you. Go back your hooligans.”

That’s when Shawn turned around, his hand instantly gripping your thigh in a comforting manner. “Babe, you okay?” He whispered, and you you nodded.

“Jack off back there wants to talk after class. I’m not interested.” Shawn nodded, rubbing his thumb along your thigh and pressing a kiss to your temple.

Mumbling against your skin he suggested. “If you want, I’ll talk to him and see what he wants.” You nodded, turning back to Josh. “We will talk.” You said motioning to Shawn.

“Fine.” he barked, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

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Standing outside the academics building you could feel your heartbeat racing, ringing in your ears. “Shawn, I can't do this. I- I don’t know..” you were cut off when he kissed you softly. “We can leave. You don’t have to talk to him. Just go back to the dorm and I’ll see what he wants and maybe rough him up a little bit and come right back to you.” You giggled, suddenly calm. “Can you talk, and I just stand here?” you asked, dreading what he was going to say.

“Yes, we can do that. And after, how about we go lay out by the pool at the dorm. I’m a little pale and the sun is out.” Nodding, you took his arm, flowers in your free hand, and watched as Josh walked up to you. “What do you want?” Shawn asked, instantly taking a protective stance.

“Well, I was gonna ask my ex girlfriend something but instead, I’ll just ask you.” He said, eyes boring into your soul, causing you to shiver. “So, hot shot doctor-to-be, have you successfully done a full anatomy check? Make sure your goods aren’t damaged? Ya know, just wanna know I’m still the only one that’s made that ass mine.”

You dropped to the ground, your whole body giving out. You thought Shawn would catch you, but he was too occupied to help you up. You watched as he ran towards Josh, his fist colliding loudly with his nose. You flinched at each hit, your palms and knees stinging from their collision with the pebbled concrete, but you forced yourself up.

“Shawn. Shawn baby it’s not worth it. He’s not worth it. Please!” You yelled, reaching for his arm. The second your fingertips touched him he stopped, his face pale at the realization of what just happened.

He was quick to pull you away, looking at your now bleeding scrapes. “Fuck. Baby I... I’ve never- are you okay?” He stammered, inspecting your bleeding knees and hands.

“We can clean me up later. Let’s go. I knew this was a bad idea.” Your voice shaking as you spoke, Josh’s words ringing in your ears.

Before you could walk off, Shawn turned around, “She was never yours.” He spat before picking you up, placing your flowers in your lap and carrying you back to his room.

“I’ve never. Ever. Been violent in my entire life, I am I so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you baby.” He looked down, defeated. Honestly you felt terrible for what happened.

You just shook your head. “That’s not what scared me. It was what he said that got to me. Let me see your hand.” You stated, holding your hand palm up for him to place his own hand in. He rested his bruising and swelling hand on your fingers, being mindful of the scraps you had yet to clean off.

You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You didn’t scare me, okay?” Your voice soft as you curled up in his lap, an ace bandage in your hand. “Now I’m not medically inclined, so you’ve gotta teach me how to do this properly.” You said, wrapping his hand gently.

As you did, Shawn leaned his head on your shoulder, his cheek squished agaisnt your skin as he watched. “You’re doing perfect babe.”

When you finished, you kissed his hand. “For extra healing.” He smiled, flexing his fingers and grabbing the first aid kit next to you.

“Okay, now it’s your turn.” He smiled, pulling the bandages from first aid kit into your lap. “So, cleaning them is gonna sting for a second. But after that I’ll get you all bandaged up and then you’ll be on the way to healing.” Right before he pressed the cleaning pad to your knees, he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Fuck that does hurt.” You laughed, trying not to think about the slight sting. You watched as he wrapped some ace gauze around each knee.

He looked up at you, laughing at your confused expression. “I know it’s easier to put on a bandaid but this will be less painful to take off” he said, answering your unasked question. He did the same thing for your palms, finishing everything with a kiss to each scrape and then to your lips. “Wanna still go lay by the pool?”

You pulled way, looking at your knees. “And get a fucked up tan line? I’m gonna pass.” He laughed again, nodding in acceptance.

“Fair point. We can go get ice cream from the place just off campus? Brian is having a party tonight. We could go that, and just rest until then?” As nice as ice cream sounded, you were exhausted from earlier.

You’d much rather just cuddle with your knight in shining armor. “How about we lay here and go to the party. What time is it?”

He checked his phone, “party starts at 8, it’s only 2 right now.”

Your eyes widened, realizing that while you were done for the day, Shawn wasn’t. “Shawn you have a class!”

He shook his head. “Not going today. I’ve gotta take care of my injured girlfriend.” His smirk telling you that there was no changing his mind.

“Okay fighter, I’ve gotta go get changed for this party.” He let out a low whine, your fingers no longer dancing across his back or raking through his hair.

“It’s only 6:30, why so early.” His voice high pitched and dragging.

You giggled, sweeping your hand over your scraped jeans and mess of hair. “Because I’d like to look decent, and I’ve cried off all my makeup.” You states matter of fact-ly.

There was a hesitation on Shawn’s part before he rolled off of you, letting you crawl out of his bed and grab your things. Your flowers desperately needing to be placed in a real vase of water and not propped up against the wall in a coffee mug. “So, I’m going to assume that Brian isn’t throwing a dinner party. Would jeans be fine, or should I go for a classic LBD?”

At your question, Shawn’s face twisted. “The fuck is an LBD.” Trying to control your laughter, you took a deep breath.

“Jeans or a black dress, Shawn.” Finally realising what you meant, he rolled his eyes.

“Unless you’d prefer beer spills on a cute dress I’m sure you paid a lot of money for. I’d go with jeans. I like those black ones you wore the other day.” You nodded, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips before going to your room to get ready.

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The drive to Brian’s was filled with lots of Taylor Swift. “I didn’t peg you as a Taylor fan.” You laughed as he bopped his head along to “You Belong With Me” he just smiled and parked the jeep, running over to open your door for you.

“Ready my dear?” you nodded excitedly, hopping out of the car and leaning forward for a kiss.

The inside of Brian’s apartment was full of people, loud music, and alcohol. “Hey babe, I’m gonna go get a drink, do you want anything?” Shawn asked, his mouth practically on your neck.

You bit your lip as you thought, “Vodka cranberry?” you asked, watching as he smiled down at you.

He let out a groan “A woman after my heart.” And with that he was off to the kitchen, leaving you in the living room with the crowd of sweaty dancing college students.

You decided to join a group of girls dancing to the overly played rap song, rolling your hips to the beat. Even though you were in heeled boots, the heel was thick enough to keep you stable as you turned around to dance back to back with the blonde girl that was in your accounting class. But a hand on your hip made you turn your head, sighing in relief when you saw Shawn holding out a solo cup for you. “Thanks babe!”

He smiled, cutting between you and the girl to pull you back against him, your hips rolling against his “You seem to be having fun.” His lips on your neck as he spoke.

“Mhmmm, just what I needed after today.” Your words slight muffled as you took a sip. His hands rested on your hips as you pushed up against him.

It was nearing 3am when the house cleared out, Brian allowing you and Shawn to stay in the guest room since neither of you chose to stay sober. “Okay man, I’m gonna get her into bed, thanks for letting us stay.” Shawn said, walking towards your half asleep frame on the sofa. “Hey there gorgeous, you ready to go up to bed so you don’t have to sleep on the couch full of cups?”

You mumbled something, not even you were sure what you said. “Haha okay, come on.” He smiled, picking you up and carrying you down the hall to the bedroom, shutting off the lights in the process. The cleaning to be left for the morning, when you were hungover and waiting for the advil to kick in.

Unlike your dorms, the bed in Brian’s guest room was a queen and not a twin, so the two of you could fit in it perfectly. “Let’s get undressed, you’ve got drink spills all over your clothes.” “Mmmm too sleepy.” You mumbled, your social fuel tank was empty, and you were so drained, that he didn’t even blame you. He was surprised you even decided to come in the first place. So after discarding his jeans and tee, he moved to carefully pull off your shoes, jeans and top, fully prepared to slip you into one of Brian’s shirts he’d lent you for the night.

“No. Wanna sleep like this.” You groaned, tugging off your bra and settling into the grey sheets.

He just stared at you, jaw slightly lower at you all curled up in the sheets practically naked. “Honey are you sure? Is it okay with you that I sleep next to you like this?” You nodded, tugging his hand closer to you

“I may still be a little drunk, but I want this. Just come cuddle me, please.” you opened your eyes to look at him and smile.

So he crawled in behind you, his warm chest pressed to your back as he curled around you in a blanket of warmth. “Shawn?” He hummed, prompting you to continue, “thank you for not pushing anything on me. It means a lot to me that you respect me.”

He smiled against the back of your neck, “Of course babe. Anything for you.” A smirk pulled at your lips.

“Anything?” He nodded. “Even a quick makeout session?”

“Babe, you’re drunk, and I know I won’t be able to control myself because you’re so gorgeous.” But you had already rolled over, throwing your leg up and over his hip.

“Shawn, look at me. I want this.” You looked ay him, your eyes telling him you were serious.

He shook his head. “Let’s go to bed, if you still want to in the morning. I promise I won’t deny you want you want.” He stated, pressing a quick, but sensual kiss to your lips.

You woke up to Shawn nuzzling into your chest. Not in a sexual way, but more of the way you’d nuzzle a pillow while trying to get comfortable. “Morning there bubs.” You groaned, his eyes flicking up to look at you.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” His lips leaving a trail along your collarbone.

You let him continue his half asleep loving for a fre more minutes before you spoke, “About last night...” You smiled “I meant it. I want this, Shawn. Not sex just yet, but something. Just, I don’t know, work our way up to it?”

As you spoke, he watched you intently, making sure you weren’t lying. “I’m ready if you are.” You nodded, grabbing his unbandaged hand and guiding it to your right breast. He held it there for a second while he captured your lips in a heated kiss. But you grew impatient with his lack of movement. You knew he was just being careful as not to trigger anything, but you wanted to experience this. And with someone you could finally trust.

“Shawn, I promise I’m calm. Please do something.” you whimpered. That was all he needed to hear before his lips moved down your neck, his left thumb gently rolling your nipple before his lips enclosed on the other one. You’d never felt something like that before, and your back arched harshly, pressing yourself further into him. But before too long, he was switching sides, causing you to moan into his hair as you rolled your hips against his abdomen. “Babe, babe stop.”

He instantly pulled away with a pop. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head, “No, but if you keep going I’m going to want to go a lot further than I’m ready for.”

He let out a soft chuckle “Okay babe, but you’re gonna have to let me go take care of myself okay?”

Biting your lip for a second, you started thinking. “Or maybe, maybe we could keep going? You’ll stop if I need you to?”

“No honey, really it’s okay. Don’t feel obligated to do anything. I can just go take a quick shower and I’ll be right back to cuddle you.”

With a deep kiss, you rolled on top of him, grinding your hips into his and earning a low whine from the back of your throat. “Shawn, I want to, please. I- I really need to. If I want to stop I’ll say so.”  Through hooded eyes, you watched as he flipped you back over and propped himself up, sliding a hand down your stomach, circling your clit through your panties.

Your whimpers turned to moans as he continued, the fabric of your panties creating a heavenly friction.

As amazing as this felt, you knew he wasn’t getting anything out of this, so you started to reach for his boxers. “No babe, I’m already so close just from getting you off. I’ve got it. Do you mind?” He asked, moving his hand and rubbing himself against you, his bulge running over your clit with each movement of his hips. “Mhm. That’s okay. Please Shawn I’m so close.”

With a few more movements and some marks being made on each other’s skin, Shawn had ruined his boxers, the heavy pants coming from the two of you making the room hot.

“You okay sweetheart?” He asked after a few minutes, leaving kisses to your shoulder.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Just let me have a few minutes?” He pressed a final kiss to your skin before getting out of bed.

“Of course. I know that was a big step for you. I’m going to go get cleaned up okay, do you need anything?” You shook your head, watching as he walked out of the room and down the hall.

“What the fuck do you mean you need to borrow my boxers Mendes?! Should make your ass go commando for the day!” You let out a loud laugh as you heard Brian’s voice echo down the hallway.

Shawn ran back into the room, face red as he laughed. “So um... I'm in charge of cleaning the house now. Let’s wash our clothes while I do that, and you can just stay in bed.” You couldn’t help the giggles that erupted from your chest as you hid your face in the comforter. You knew you could trust letting down your guard for him.

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Notes: Hi lyric and I guess Naomi, so for this story I basically tried to make it like tutor sessions but I wanted to put my own twist on it to make it like some of the other stories that I have been reading here’s a little disclaimer basically Lyric is the main character and Naomi is her best friends or her side character or whatever and there is a brief mention of hawks but the love interest or whatever is Dabi yeah. I wrote it on here cause like no one knows that I have tumbler I didn’t want to do it on wattpad. Hopefully you like this 😐

It was the first day back to school and over the summer you had gone through a horrible break up which wasn't the best way to spend summer but your entire focus was gonna be on school this year no more relationships. You thought to yourself.

As you entered you first period, you see your friend Naomi... she called you over "hey Lyric! come sit by me" you then walked over to your seat and set everything down while the rest of the kids came into the classroom.

As the class began your teacher projects "welcome back to school students my name is Mr.Jean and this year you will be taking AP history or in other words advanced history". "This year we have two students who are sophomores but were allowed to take this upper class because of their high GPA."

"Their names are Lyric and Naomi if you turn and look back they are sitting in the corner" Everyone turned to look back at you guys for about 5 seconds and for the most part you thought nothing of it, but this one guys with black hair and burn marks who was quite cute in your eyes stared a little longer. The guy sitting next to him with blonde hair grabbed him and said "dude turn around don't be a creep".

The teacher sighs, "Hawks and Dabi please don't forget that you guys are retaking this class because you goofed off last year, you're seniors get it together."

They both looked embarrassed and you kinda felt bad for them, you look over to see Naomi not even paying attention to them though, that made you a little upset since her and the blonde would definitely look good together.

As class ended you went to your other 5 courses, and thank god that you didn't have to see your ex since you guys didn't have any periods together. That made you super relieved, it was about 6:00 and you were done with cheer practice. You headed back to your dorm where Naomi already had been since she didn't do much after school. You were able to stay on campus in high school because of dual enrolment.

You dropped your things and plopped on your bed, you weren't planning on going to sleep because you wanted to shower but Naomi forgot to wake you up even though you told her 10 times to wake you up!. It was the next day 8:00 Am to be specific and class started at 7:45 you were late...or at least you were gonna be REALLY late ! You jumped up and quickly yelled "Naomi ! Wake up ! ....we are so late you didn't wake me up last night or set an alarm ! UHHH!"

"Lyric calm down, I fell asleep and couldn't wake you it's just class." "You are only mad cause you might see Your ex Todoroki in the halls because he's usually late to class too. You reply "uhh okay yeah maybe, anyways wait for me until I get out the shower we might as well be really late cause I don't wanna go to class smelly" You both got ready and headed to your first period where you saw Dabi and Hawks, something about Dabi had you so intrigued but uu didn’t know what it was. The entire class period you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

When class ended you quickly snapped out of it and thought about the promise you made to yourself after what you went through with Todoroki, boys would not be something that distracted you. At lunch you sat with Naomi and told her that she should definitely get with Hawks cause they would look so good together. She responded “don’t think that I didn’t notice the way you were looking at Dabi the whole class, let’s talk about that.

You looked confused and responded “no he’s not my type”.... “Who’s not your type?” said a deep voice coming from behind you, “oh um hi ! You responded “you’re in my first period right” “yeah my name is Dabi and this is Hawks, can we sit here?” Naomi nodded “yeah definitely, we weren’t talking about anything serious.”

He smirks “oh okay...that’s good to hear ladies”

Hawks turns and starts to have a conversation with Naomi while Dabi turns and faces towards you. He laughs “so I mean I can hear pretty good, who is this guy that’s not really your type”.....you blush “oh um that was just a little inside joke I promise , it’s nothing to dwell on. He says “hmm okay whatever you say, so how are you liking Mr jeans class Lyric, it must be so easy because you were able to get in because of your high GPA.”

You respond “to be honest the work seems kind of hard, harder than I expected” Dabi says “oh so “smartie” can’t even get that mans work done he’s such a pain in the ass.” You think to yourself wow this guy is pretty funny...maybe I shouldn’t push him away.

He says in his monotone voice “well since we both seem to be struggling...maybe we could have a study sesh, ya know for the upcoming quiz next week”. You respond “uhm yeah this Saturday right after the football game I can come to your dorm” his face lights up “yeah that’s perfect since I’m playing in the game, and your a cheerleader right”? “yeah, uh yeah I am”you responded.

Fast forward to Saturday you and Naomi head to the field and she wishes you good luck. You start to get in formation while you see Dabi warming up, he smiles at you. You turn around quickly because the game is starting. You and your squad are about to go on, you see Dabi from the corner of your eye looking your way...omg why does he have to be so hot it’s making me nervous you think to yourself. Uh I’m gonna forget the routine.

Luckily you didn’t forget and everything went just as planned. When the game ended it was around 8:00 Pm, You and Naomi headed away from the bleachers when you heard that same deep voice of Dabi yell “Hey! Lyric and Naomi” you both turn around to see him and Hawks running . Hawks says “hey Naomi we are still on for hanging out ?” She reply’s “uh yeah totally”, Dabi says “yeah Lyric we are still on too right?” You responded yes and then He hugged you goodbye that gave you butterflies.

You and Naomi make it back to the dorms, she smirks “I didn’t know you and Dabi had a little thing going onnnn...” you rolled your eyes “we are just studying, plus I’m pretty sure you and Hawks will be doing way more stuff than us tonight .She replied “yeah okay whatever you say I knew I was right, don’t let Todoroki hold you back, not everyone is like him” you ignored her and you guys proceeded to each get in the shower and then get ready.

When you both were finished you realized that it worked perfectly because while Hawks went to you and Naomi’s dorm you would be gone, and while you were at Dabi’s dorm Hawks would be gone. You saw the blonde approaching you...he asked “so Lyric is Naomi ready?, Dabi is ready for you and our dorm is 5b2 just in case you forgot. You reply “uh yeah Naomi is ready, okay bye”

You knocked on Dabi’s dorm and he hugged you again, everything was surprisingly neat and it smelled really, really good. He says “uhm you can sit at the desk I’ll be there in a minute I have to get my books” he came running back and sat right next you. “Okay so we are just taking notes for the study guide” you said he responded “yeah”.

He then wrote his name on the paper [dabi ackerman] your eyes quickly opened wide you thought... no, no way AKERMAN!? the same last name as Todoroki ? You asked “um akerman..that’s your last name don’t tell me you have a brother named Todoroki?”

He responded “uh yeah I do actually he’s in the same grade as you right..how do you know him?” You sigh “we dated last year and ended things over the summer” he looks shocked “ohhh you were the girl he was talking about, yeah my brother is a total piece of shit when it comes to relationships” he puts his hand on your thighs and reassures you “but i promise I’m nothing like him”

He slowly moves his fingers up your thigh “hey Lyric, tell me did you really come here to just study” you responded “well...that was my intention bu-

He cuts of your sentence and kisses you, “I know you didn’t, you can’t be as innocent as you look”. He grabs your hips and lays you down on the bed as he starts to unbuckle his belt, You could see how hard he was through his pants. You gave in, even though he was Todoroki’s brother you wanted to have some fun so you entertained the situation.

You pulled off his black tank top and put your hands in his pants, you then pulled him on the bed and got on top of him. You could see that he was very turned on and the mood was set because of course he already had music playing. You started to kiss his stomach all the way down to his dick.

You put your lips on the tip and his head titled back in pleasure “uh yeah fuck just like that” he then stood up over you and put his hands around your neck “be a good girl like you claim to be, and put the whole thing in your mouth” you did as he said, he still had his head tilted back as tears were running down your face and black eyeliner was dripping, you pulled yourself back and only focused on tip knowing that was his most sensitive place.

He said “oh so your being a bad girl, looks like I’ll have to punish you”. He pulled you up by your hair and pushed you on the bed, he groaned “panties off NOW” you looked away and thought “damn I didn’t wear any” he smirked “oh so you must wanna get torn up” he proceeded to start licking his way down your stomach then he pulled your sweats off with his mouth.

“Oh so no panties, your such a slut baby girl” he pulled your sweats off and kept eye contact with you. As he spit on your cunt, he stuck out his tongue and licked up and down your clit, the metal from his tongue piercing felt so good...you moaned..“uh- yea- !” He whispered “shhh other people will hear you”.

You moaned “uhhh I’- im cumming Dabi, you came in his mouth he smirked “does that turn you on..the thought that other people could hear you being a whore?” ..without warning he put 2 fingers in you moving in and out fast. “Dabi please! I- I can’t anymore... he laughed “yeah you can and you will, this tight little pussy needs stretching Lyric. He put his hand on your thighs and pulled your legs over his neck while he destroyed your cunt. You put your hand around his hands for support as you felt yourself coming close to your edge.

Dabi notices you tighten around his fingers and says “we can’t have my bad little slut cumming 2 times in a row” he gets up off his knees and turns you around so your ass is up. He takes your shirt off and fondles your titties, you move back pressing yourself on his dick “you’re so needy, you just can’t wait to have my cock inside you darling..huh?”

He teases your pussy by rubbing up against you, you sigh “please Dabi put it in I can’t take it anymore I want you inside of me !” He waste no time and starts ramming into your cunt. Dabi groans “your so fucking tight I’m gonna give you my baby” you cry “it feels so good DEEPER! please” not knowing what you got yourself into he puts his full length in you.

It was so big and thick that you couldn’t feel your legs, Dabi notices and pulls you up by putting one arm around your waist and the other on your neck. He turns your head around and presses his lips against yours...while saliva is dripping from both of your mouths.

You feel his cock twitching inside you, he knows your legs are giving out but he turns on his back and says “ride” you did as he said and started to bounce on his dick, he moans “f- fuck yeah baby girl cum on my dick” you kept riding until you couldn’t do it anymore you felt yourself coming close to an orgasm again but you fell on his chest.

He grabbed your ass and started to thrust hard into your cunt, you could feel it so deep in your stomach. You moaned “d- Dabi I’m cumming please give me your baby” you felt his dick twitching inside you and he released his load while his blue eyes were staring into yours.

You both exhale and lay on your backs he laughs “damn we just did that” you laugh “yeah...give me your number, I kinda like you. He says “yeah I like you too Lyric”. You guys exchange numbers and then you guys put back on your clothes..he notices that your legs are still shaking.

He giggles “I’m gonna carry you back to your dorm” you said okay... you got onto his back and you guys made it to the dorm where Naomi and Hawks were together. Dabi knocked and said “hey open up” !nobody answered so yall figured that they must’ve went to sleep together.

Dabi then carried you back to his dorm and said “well I guess you can sleep here tonight” you got into his bed and he cuddled you . Not knowing that you were awake, he whispered “I hope we can do this again soon, I know you’re the one.” You smiled and fell asleep with him.