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wrctings · 4 years ago

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Steve Rogers x Tony Stark | A cat at heart

i always used to picture the animal version of steve as a golden retriever (still solid) but cat steve... man, that hits differently 🥰 reminder that you can also find my fics on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/softeninglooks/works

fandom: Marvel summary: Where Steve is very self-conscious about how horrible he looks when he takes his helmet off after a mission, and Tony takes care of him, which includes a well-deserved bath and a lot of affection. word count: 1.5k

It has never truly bothered Steve to wear a suit—everyone on the team had one, it came with the job, and although it appeared a little ridiculous in the beginning, the solid material and actually handy gear has grown on Steve so much, he knows his suit's pros and cons like the back of his hand. In most cases, he's thankful for its ability to provide him with both protection and room for fighting, which is what it was primarily designed for, after all. But if there is one thing still bothering Captain America even after all this time wearing it, it's indubitably this: the helmet.

The others don't get one, and Tony's faceplate, as well as being equipped with tech that gave him precious information during combat, had been build with all kinds of systems to keep his face cool and even not be too hard on his eyes. As for Steve, he wasn't gifted any of that—all he was left with was a somewhat protective helmet which, as soon as he engaged into battle or the weather got milder, became gradually insufferable.

So Steve always waits. Waits to find himself alone to finally remove the dreadful thing, thus revealing the marks left by it all over his forehead, the beads of sweat stood out on his brow, the dishevelled state of his hair, the sharp and funny-looking contrast between the dirty lower part of his face and the reddish skin of the upper part. The Captain never feels more self-conscious than when such a reflection of himself meets his eye in the bathroom mirror after missions, pressingly reminding him to never ever be seen like this by Tony. If his boyfriend were to become aware of just how much of a disaster Steve's entire head was in those moments, he'd surely think twice before giving out one of those compliments that make Steve's cheeks flush and his stomach flutter with timid love.

However, there comes a day when even heroes have got to face their fears. And Steve most certainly doesn't see his coming when, staggering through a corridor of the Avengers tower after a particularly straining mission, he suddenly bumps into Tony. There is one problem though: thinking he was alone, he had taken the helmet off—and by the look washing over the brunet's face, Steve can easily guess that he must be resembling whatever the epitome of mess is.

"Hey honey, are you okay? How was the mission? Are you hurt?" Tony's eyebrows knit together in suppressed shock, seeing Steve look so tired and drained after a long day always being cause for concern. His gaze lands on the dark patches staining his boyfriend's skin, scanning it for cuts and bruises.

"Yes, yes, I'm okay," Steve reassures him at once, trying to turn his face away from Tony's piercing brown eyes, already blushing from embarrassment. "I'm just tired. It was a long mission. I'm going to take a shower. I'll see you when I'm done."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, Tony, don't worr..." But as soon as the words leave his mouth, Steve almost hits the corner of the wall, having barely payed attention to the fact that they reached an intersection in the tower's pathways; if he had managed to allay Tony's worry, it comes back swift as the wind.

"That's it." The other man declares decisively, his tone making it clear that whatever is to follow is not up for discussion. "Rogers, you shut up and follow me. Now."

As Steve quickly notes, they are headed to the bathroom. Another five minutes, and Tony is rather vigorously—for someone completely worried over the Captain's health just seconds ago— helping Steve get his suit off, setting it aside as soon as he's finished, then gesturing toward the bathtub.

"Get in," he orders, leaving the blond no choice but to comply, undressing completely as he gets inside, which allows Tony to make sure that no severe injuries are paining him. "Now, relax. Let me work the rest." Turning on the hot-water tap, the brunet, arms crossed over his chest and tight-lipped still, watches Steve try to get comfortable until the bathtub is about halfway filled. Only then, after pouring bath soak into the water, do his features at last soften with contentement, glad to hear that a deep sigh of what he believes to be relief just lifted off Steve's chest. "How are you feeling now, soldier?"

"Better," Steve gives Tony a grateful glance, almost forgetting about the calamitous state his face is still in. "Much better. Thank you."

"Alright, I like that better." Tony gives him a smile brimming with all the affection he can't hide—doesn't want to hide. Seeing Steve like this is indeed much better. "Okay, time for phase two."

Reaching for a bar of soap, Tony devotes himself to what he set his mind to. First, he rubs his own hands against its smooth surface before sliding them down Steve's shoulders and back, feeling the Captain's tense muscles progressively unwind beneath his fingertips, yielding to his caresses. Tony's every touch is careful, full of tenderness and preoccupation as all he wants is to get Steve to loosen up fully. Steve even chuckles as Tony wipes the dirt off his jaw, taking care of all the smeary spots the blond felt so self-conscious about; now, Steve has unquestionably shaken off his fear of being seen by his boyfriend.

Then, comes phase three. After seizing the shower head, Tony holds it over Steve, careful not to let the stream flood his eyes, then gets a hold of the bottle of shampoo. He pours some of the vanilla-scented liquid into Steve's hair, then letting his fingers thread through it softly, massaging Steve's skull and neck. The pleased moan that he gets in return, Steve tipping his head back into Tony's hands, is the best reward he can get.

"Look at you, behaving like such a cat. If I came closer, maybe I could hear you purring..." he hums, fingers circling at the back of Steve's head.

Steve's gravelly laughter responds to his comment, the Captain slightly opening his eyes to get a look at Tony's face. Definitely cat-like. Happy cat.

"Thank you, Tony. You're going through all that trouble for me..."

"Steve, after all the times you've taken care of me, that's the least I could do. And don't tell anyone, but I'm actually enjoying it," he murmurs against Steve's ear, making his boyfriend laugh anew. "Has anyone ever told you you're a cat at heart?"

"A cat? Really?" Steve muses, peacefully abandoning himself to Tony's hands as the latter rinses out the shampoo, then brushing the Captain's hair back with his fingers before planting a kiss on top of his head. The amount of warmth Tony rouses inside his stomach is insane.

"Yes, a cat. A water-loving cat. Wait, I'm not done yet."

And indeed, as Steve savours the last minutes of his bath Tony exits the bathroom, promising that he'll be back. When he reappears, a couple of minutes later, it's with a bundle of fresh clothes that he hands the blond when the latter gets out of the bathtub—it is, in reality, a win for Tony since he got to pick his favourite shirt for his boyfriend to wear. Helping Steve rub himself dry, he can't resist leaving a few kisses here and there over the man's shoulders and torso, the feather-light pressure of his lips finishing to completely soothe the Captain's mind and body. Steve cups Tony's face into his right hand to give him a passionate kiss on the mouth in return, deeply sighing with pleasure as he feels Tony's hand run through all the length of his wet hair.

"See, my point exactly. You're such a cat." Tony smiles against Steve's mouth, taking a step back to take a look at how truly beautiful Steve is. But the truth is, he always likes him: when Steve comes back from missions all dirty and dishevelled, when he's standing in the bathroom with droplets crystallized on his collarbones and the upper part of his face still bearing faint marks from the helmet he wore for too long, when he wakes up beside him on the mornings Steve sleeps in and when he's mindlessly tracing invisible patterns over his limbs. Any place, any time, any day. He's crazy about him.

A little later, when they're snuggling together in their shared bed, Tony's cat theory proves right once again. It only takes for the brunet to touch Steve's hair for the Captain to lean into Tony's hand, even nudging Tony's shoulder with his head as he's huddled up right against him.

"I always thought I was more of a dog person, but you really did awaken the cat in me," Steve smiles when Tony brings up the subject again, pressing a gentle kiss into Tony's neck. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Tony Stark."

"I really like it when people say that," Tony huffs amusedly. "But especially when it's you."

All Steve can do is fondly roll his eyes, slightly tightening the grasp of his arm, which is slid across Tony's chest in a loving embrace. And, when Tony begins stroking his hair again, Steve is sure that if he were able to, he would've in truth started purring.

#steve rogers x tony stark #stony fanfiction #stevetony fanfiction #cat steve rogers #stony fluff #stevetony fluff #marvel fanfiction #writing #my writing

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midnightridedownthesunsetstrip · 3 years ago

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I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing

a/n - this is for my ocs tommy and julian! they’re best friends and i love em a lot! i was on writers block so i decided to ask my friend to pick a number 1-100 and i got a prompt and ran a spinner with a couple things to write and got this :D meet tommy and julian!

“Tommy. WhatEVER you do. Do not come visit me at work tonight. It’s a Saturday night and we’re going to be busy as hell. I wont have time to chat or anything.”

“So you’re telling me not to get drunk on a Saturday, night man?”

“Yes. Precisely.” Julian said as he slid his denim jacket on and grabbed his keys. Julian worked at the local bar, not far from they and Tommy’s apartment.

Julian met Tommy about two years ago after Tommy moved to California to just pursue his little dream of working a concert venue. He was hired on immediately by The Roxy as soon as he applied. Julian however was already working at the bar across the street by then. So as any reckless teenager new to the Strip would, Tommy weaseled his way into the bar and had his first true taste of alcohol. Julian obviously was his bartender and they clicked almost immediately.

“But I’m not gonna go to The Rainbow and spend twenty bucks on a couple shots and a beer and or dinner.” Tommy paused, staring right at Julian. “Your bar sells cheap beer can I at least not spend an arm and a leg on beer?”

Sighing heavily, they glared at Tommy, “Fine, just because we have cheap beer you can come to my bar.”

“Yay!” Tommy cheered in success. Tommy was really good at persuasion and Julian was always gullible. They were the perfect duo. “Cya later Jules, have a good shift!”

“Don’t call me that!” Julian laughed as they left the apartment and locked the door on their way out.

“Whatever man!” Tommy called before Julian left. Usually Tommy is scheduled at The Roxy on Saturday evenings because he was good to have on hand, but he didn’t work until Sunday afternoon. That meant Tommy was home by himself until about 5pm when he’d go and visit Julian. It was about 2:30pm. Tommy is always compared to a golden retriever because he’s always bubbly and social but also basically sat at the door until his best friend came back home.

A few hours passed and Tommy had cleaned Julian’s room for the hell of it and listened to about 3 records. Those albums consisted of Toys in the Attic by Aerosmith, High ‘n’ Dry by Def Leppard and KISS by KISS. You could tell Tommy was bored because he CLEANED. Julian’s room specifically too—they were a giant mess. This took Tommy about 3 hours, which put him a little off schedule.

Tommy grabbed his wallet and his keys and was off to walk to the local bar and visit Julian. The walk took him about 15 minutes to get there, but it wasn’t bad.

Looking around the room, there was basically nobody there. It was a Saturday night? Why was it practically empty? So, Tommy took a seat at the bar, beaming and waiting for Julian.

“So,” Julian said and paused, “whaddya want?”

“I’m looking for a hot brunet who stole my cheetah print button down and looks fabulous in it.”

“Yknow if it weren’t for my identity n getting kicked out n shit, I think my parents would be proud if I brought you home.” Julian beamed back.

“Get outta here!” Tommy laughed, grinning the entire time.

“The usual?” Julian grinned as he flaunted the stolen cheetah print button down.

“Yeah duh, dude!” Tommy smiled, happy to see his best bud happy.

Julian got Tommy his drink and stood by his buddy until someone showed up.

“Why is it so empty tonight? It’s a Saturday in the middle of August.” Tommy asked, glancing around.

“Elektra’s playing The Troubadour so everyone is getting food and drunk at The Rainbow before and after she plays. She’s like this giant Strip celebrity now after making herself known like two years ago.”

“Imagine being like her. A woman and popular in the glam scene. She’s a goddess dude, I kinda wanna go see her if she does end up scheduling at The Roxy when Im there.”

“I think she announced a weekend at The Whiskey next weekend. Wanna get tickets?”

“I gotta see what days I work and what times though because I can’t miss work. We barely keep the power on at our apartment.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s not get evicted. Let’s shoot for Friday for tickets. Check when you get home.”

“Cool dude! What time’s your shift over?”

“7? Why?”

“Can you ride me home?”

“We live fifteen minutes walking distance from here.”

“I wanted gas station food.”

“Fine.”

#fiction #my ocs #oc shit #tommy marx #julian de bouvier #T(he/him) J(they/he)#midnight’s works #enjoy whatever this is

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chazz-anova · 4 years ago

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“ just stay this time. stay for me. ” + veronica x john xx

oooh thank you darling! ❤❤🌹

In the early hours of the day, the sun could be seen rising on Hope County. Songbirds awoke in their nests to announce the arrival of morning as a lazy yellow glow brought light to the land.

The coming sunrise was witnessed by only one; Veronica stood on the balcony of Seed Ranch watching the sun climb over the mountains beyond. A cigarette was burning in her hand, she took a drag of the bitter smoke and exhaled a puff of white. Nicotine made itself at home in her lungs and a light buzz set through her, having not eaten anything yet. The blonde relished in the warm Montana breeze that sparked small embers from the cherry of her smoke as it blew past, the scent of morning dew in the wind.

The golden rays had not yet reached the Ranch, leaving the structure in a state of darkened anticipation of the coming day. V finished her cigarette, stubbing it out on the railing. With a deep breath she turned around. The french door in front of her had several panes throughout its length but offered no view of the room beyond- thick blue curtains obscured the bedroom from the balcony.

She stepped into the air conditioned hush of the ranch interior, her eyes immediately going to the bed to see John still sleeping there. He slept on his side, his back to the deputy. Black sheets were draped over his form, somehow it looked almost performative the way the satin accentuated his body. Veronica’s gaze followed the line of his physique as his side rose and fell with each breath.

Walking to the front of the room, she retrieved her boots and took a seat at the edge of the bed. As quietly as possible, Ronnie slipped on her socks and grabbed the first shoe. She was interrupted by a noise behind her; the Baptist shifted under the sheets and groaned quietly. Veronica turned to look at him once more, and saw his breath coming faster and faster. “I can’t!” He yelled out suddenly before flipping onto his back.

John’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and it was clear he was in the throws of a nightmare. Struck with indecision- V reached out to him and stopped mid-motion. During the time of their little tryst, it was quite commonplace for her to be gone by the time the sun rose fully. The thought of reaching out to the man to comfort him, possibly wake him, made her unsure.

Before the woman could decide what to do, the youngest Seed bolted upright with a shuddering gasp. He looked around the room wildly, his eyes wide like that of a spooked horse about to bolt. Laying a hand on his shoulder, out came her soothing voice “Hey, hey, it’s okay�� it was just a nightmare.” Veronica rubbed his back in circular motions as he turned to her, looking into her eyes as though he didn’t recognise her for a moment. “What was that all about?” She asked tentatively.

With a sigh John turned from her, almost huddling in on himself as he looked away. “Just a nightmare. I get them all the time.” He brushed it off, pulling the sheets closer to himself.

Brow furrowed, Ronnie regarded him with some worry; he was clearly rattled after whatever he’d dreamt. After a pause, she prodded further- “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He snapped coldly, still unwilling to look at the deputy.

V scoffed, wondering why she even bothered as she reached for her boot once more. She set the sole on the knee of her jeans, straightening out the laces after having taken them off in a hurry the night before. She almost jumped when she felt a gentle touch on her arm, but instead she turned once more.

“I’m sorry I snapped, Veronica, I had a dream about… them.” Came John’s quiet apology. He looked sincerely into her eyes and the blonde nodded, understanding his meaning.

Only a few times had they spoken of John’s adoptive parents, the Duncans, but each time had revealed to V more reprehensible deeds than the last. The way the pair had tormented John’s childhood, making him confess even to even imaginary sins.

The man searched her eyes for a moment before looking away. His words were that of a desperate man as he pleaded with her, “Please just stay this time. Stay for me. I need you.” He stuttered over the last line, not used to being on the other end of this kind of bargaining.

Seeing how vulnerable her lover was, Ronnie finally nodded and set down her shoe again. The pair stayed where they were a moment, the idea of this new intimacy presenting its own challenge. She bit her lip uneasily as she crawled back into the bed, finally coming to rest against the headboard. John still sat next to her, watching her movements as though he wasn’t sure he was welcome sitting next to her.

Once she was settled, she put an arm around the brunet’s shoulders, drawing him closer to her. He let himself be guided by her, his head resting against her chest. John was stiff for only a moment before he relaxed into her, the warmth of his body meeting her own.

John wrapped his arms around Veronica, holding her close. “Your heart is racing..” He murmured, eyes closed as he listened to the blood pounding through her arteries. Her face flushed, and she didn’t reply.

The two sat like that for a long time, eventually settling into one another. V ran a hand through his soft locks, not yet slicked back by the multitude of products he used. Though they exchanged no more words, the weight of this moment was lost on neither of them. Veronica knew when it was time, she wouldn’t want to leave; and that was a thought that truly scared her.

#this was such a good one thank you!!#john seed #veronica rook #fc5 #far cry 5 #my writing

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lemonpeter · 4 years ago

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I’d love a spider shield college au with Peter attending his first ever frat party and running into frat boy Steve. Steve doesn’t make a good first impression, and struggles to get Peter’s attention for the rest of the night

So I went slightly away from the prompt but my brain really just ran with this, so I hope it’s still good 💕 I had so much fun with it

1.2K words seriously what happened

Warnings: alcohol mention, party setting, I don’t really know what else to put

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It was a terrible idea.

Peter didn’t know why he agreed to go in the first place. He wasn’t really into the party scene. It wasn’t his thing. Crowds stressed him out, alcohol made him sick, and having random guys come onto him pissed him off.

So why was he at a frat party in the first place?

Ha. Well...

It all started because of his photography class.

He loved photography. It seemed that he had a natural eye for such things, and even with the fairly cheap camera that he used, he was able to capture beautiful pieces.

These pieces caught the eye of all kinds of people around campus. Including one Steve Rogers.

The guy was a jock, attending school on a baseball scholarship. He lived on Greek row (because of course he did). He only seemed to live for parties and being the only openly gay player on the team. Absolutely not Peter’s type.

Except...he was an artist too. He didn’t let people see, he wanted to keep up a certain reputation. But he was an artist all the same. And if the grainy pictures he had shown Peter were any indicator, he was actually really good.

But he heard about Peter’s pictures. And wanted to know if he could help him put together a portfolio. And he would pay him pretty well.

The only condition was that Peter had to attend his god awful party first. They would do the pictures afterwards. And it was offered that he could stay the night if it went too late.

Peter hadn’t even seen the asshole himself the entire night. He had seen various other guys from the house, all wasted out of their minds and making fools of themselves. But no Steve.

Until Peter felt strong arms around his waist and a hot breath against his ear. “Hey, you actually came.”

The younger man jumped, harshly elbowing Steve in the stomach and pulling away. “Do not touch me.” He crossed his arms, glaring at the blonde.

Steve groaned, one hand pressing the spot Peter had jabbed with his elbow. “Jeez, I thought we were here to have some fun, babydoll.”

Peter scoffed, nose wrinkled. “Don’t call me that. And I’m only here because I was promised a job and good payment. But I’m getting ready to just leave because this-“ he gestured around the room and then to Steve himself. “Is not my thing. At. All. I don’t care how well you can pay.”

“Cmon, don’t be like that. Have a drink, we can have some fun.” He glanced around the room nervously as Peter mentioned a job. He couldn’t have anyone know about his art stuff.

Uncrossing his arms and putting his hands on his hips, Peter stared him down. “I’m going to go sit outside and wait for you to come get me when you’re ready for me to do the pictures. If you’re even conscious enough by the end of the night to still want to do them.”

With that he stormed off, heading for the front door.

Steve watched him go, brushing a hand through his hair. He wasn’t quite sure where he went wrong.

Peter had come. So he would assume that the other man understood that Steve liked him. And he thought that he would be with him all night.

But he was left in the kitchen. And Peter was out front on the lawn.

Maybe he shouldn’t have assumed that Peter would want to be at the party.

So he went out to go to him, but got stopped by Tony. Then of course they had to do a couple of shots.

Then, when the world stopped spinning, he started making his way to the front door again. Only to be stopped by Bucky, who was crying over a popsicle for whatever reason. He comforted his friend (no matter how odd the circumstance), and then finally got the front door.

And there was Peter. But he wasn’t alone like Steve expected him to be.

He was joined by one of Steve’s best friends, Natasha.

Steve huffed. Was this what betrayal felt like? Natasha knew that Steve had invited him over as a sort of date.

Or he thought that she did.

He walked to them, only stumbling slightly (there was an uneven step, it wasn’t his fault.)

They were laughing at something that Steve couldn’t hear, and he saw red as Natasha leaned in closer and brushed a curled lock behind Peter’s ear.

“Hey, Petey,” he called, despite being too close to them for that volume to be necessary.

Peter winced, pressing a hand to his ear. “Thanks. What do you want?” He asked, sounding vaguely irritated as he stared up at the blonde man.

Natasha snickered, standing up from the ground and brushing herself off. “I’ll talk to you later, Pete. It was nice meeting you.”

Peter waved before lazily looking at Steve again. “What? No one has left, I’m pretty sure it isn’t time for pictures. And I’m not going back inside. I’ve had a nice time out here.”

“It’s only been a couple of minutes, I doubt-“

The brunet man looked at him, shaking his head. “I’ve been out here an hour or so. Although I’m not shocked you didn’t realize that. It’s not like you were looking.” He stood up, glancing down the street. “I think I’m gonna go home. We can reschedule the shoot if you want. Or not. I don’t care.”

“But...we didn’t even spend any time together,” Steve said weakly, watching him.

Peter made a face, looking at him. “That wasn’t the point of this. I’m only here because you said we would do the shoot after the party and you didn’t know when it would end.”

Steve pouted slightly, lip poking out. “But...I invited you so that we could be together tonight. I looked for you for a while and couldn’t find you. And then I did find you and you left.”

“Because you were being weird! Cuddling up to me, calling me pet names, that’s not something I do. You are not my boyfriend, you don’t get to do that.”

“But don’t people do that on dates?”

“I mean, I guess, but this is not-“ Peter paused. “No. You’re not telling me that you thought-“

Steve stared at him, blinking. “I mean, I invited you here. I told you that you could stay the night. And I told you that it was a date.”

Peter groaned, covering his quickly reddening cheeks. “I thought you just meant the expression. Like, when you plan something? ‘It’s a date’? I didn’t think...” he laughed a little. “Shit. I feel stupid.”

Steve watched him. “We’ve still got some time,” he offered. “Unless you totally don’t want this to be a date. We can just to the pictures if you want. And I can get someone to drive you home.”

Peter uncovered his face, sighing softly. “This is not a date.” He held up a hand at the whine that left Steve. “Only because no one would ever consider this a date. Take me to dinner tomorrow night and we can call it a date. Not this.”

Steve beamed, looking a bit like a golden retriever with the goofy smile that he gave Peter.

The younger man laughed, shaking his head. “God, this has been a disaster.”

#bri speaks #spidershield #peter parker #peter parker x steve rogers #steve rogers #college au #frat!steve #photographer!peter #alcohol mention #tw alcohol #i think thats all the tags #let me know if i need to add any tags

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rogueassassinspy · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: The Hogwarts Express

The cool Autumn breeze chilled my face as I made my way across the gravel to the jet black town car that waited in the driveway of the mansion I now call home. My personal driver waits by the car for me; a handsome middle aged man, with dark brown hair and golden brown eyes, wearing his usual uniform of a suit as black as the car, a white dress shirt, black tie with a silver tie clip, and black dress shoes. "Hello, Richard." I say as i hand my luggage to him to be loaded into the car's trunk. "Good morning, Miss Vodror." Richard says "Are you looking forward to attending Hogwarts this year?" He smiles at me as he closes the trunk and makes his way to where I'm standing and opens the door of the car. "Yeah, I'm excited for a new beginning. I think the change of scenery will be good." I say as I slide into the back seat. Richard makes his way to the driver's seat and starts the engine.

The ride to the train station was quiet. I stared out of the window watching the trees pass by. Different shades of red, orange, and yellow painted the scenery. I didn't realize I had fallen asleep on the drive until I was woken up by Richard calling my name in the front. "Miss Vodror? Miss Vodror, we are at King's Cross Station." He says gently. I yawn and stretch my arms out in front of me. I look out of the window towards the large entrance of glass doors. I open my door and step out onto the sidewalk. The rush of cold air on my face shocks me into sobriety from my sleepy daze. Richard has already retrieved my bags from the trunk and sets them on the ground beside me. "Well I guess this is where we say our goodbyes." He says to me looking towards the building. "You know I'll be back for Christmas break, right?" I joke as I look up at him. He turns and opens his arms for me as I enter his embrace. I back out of our hug and pick up my luggage. "Guess I'll see you in a few months." I say as I make my way towards the door. "Make sure to stay out of trouble." Richard calls after me. "Trouble? Me?" I say mischievously with an overdramatic shocked look on my face. I laugh as I turn around and head through the doors.

I make my way towards platform 9 3/4 only stopping briefly to take in the architecture of the building. King's Cross was more beautiful than I could have anticipated. The marble stone walkways beneath my feet and the arched glass ceilings above me were absolutely breath taking. "Watch it." I hear as someone shoulders me hard on my right. Im pulled out of my thoughts as I look over to see a guy with short blonde almost white hair continue to move past me with two larger brunet boys following close behind. "You watch where you're going! Dick." I call to him but he continues moving forward not giving me a second thought. I gather myself and move towards the entrance of platform 9 3/4. Perfectly hidden between platforms 9 & 10. I watch as the blonde who ran into me earlier runs through the wall and disappears. After a few more people make their way through I take my stance ready to run. I push forward running at full speed and coming out on the other side. I hear the whistle of the train as I emerge onto the platform signaling that it is the final call for everyone to board. Families are all around me saying their goodbyes as students load themselves onto the Hogwarts Express. I make my way to the nearest car and hand my bags off to the attendant taking student's luggage.

Once inside I see the chaos unfold of everyone trying to find a spot on the train with their friends. I move past a few groups and open the door to one of the rooms at the far end of the car. I was surprised to find this room was actually empty. I set the bag I kept with me down and made myself comfortable on a seat near the window. Not a minute later the door opens and a kind faced guy with short brown hair, glasses, and a small scar in the shape of what looks like a lightning bolt on his head pokes his head inside. "Oh sorry, didn't realize someone was already in here. Mind if I join you?" He asks a little meekly. "Sure! I'd enjoy some company." The guy makes his way to the bench opposite me and takes a seat. He extends his hand towards me. "Hi. I'm Harry." He offers a warm smile. "Althena." I say shaking his hand. Just then the door opens again and two more people enter the room. A girl with wavy light brown hair and a guy with bright red hair. "Harry, there you are! We've been looking everywhere for you!" Exclaimed the girl. She then looks over to see me. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see someone else was in here." She extends her hand. "I'm Hermione and this is Ron." She points to the red head beside her. They take their seats beside of us. Ron sits beside Harry as he asks, "so you're the new transfer from America, right?" Hermione gives him a stern look. "Ron, don't be rude." She says then looks back to me. "I'm sorry about him. He can be a bit nosy." She apologizes. "That's alright. Yeah, I'm the transfer from Ilvermorny." I offer a friendly smile. "So what year are you and do you know what house?" Ron says excitedly. "RON!" Hermione shouts. "What? I'm just trying to get to know her." Ron says confused. Hermione sits back in her seat and crosses her arms looking annoyed. I laugh at them both "It's alright, really. I'm fourth year and my house was Wampus which I believe here it's called Gryffindor?" The three look at each other excitedly. "Well, aren't you lucky. We are also fourth years and in Gryffindor!" Ron announces proudly.

The ride to Hogwarts seemed to pass in no time. Talking with Harry, Ron, & Hermione was effortless. We got along like we had already been friends for years. As we approached the school I felt a sense of excitement and nervousness for what awaited me ahead. As the train came to a stop everyone grabbed their things and started to make their way out of the car. Harry lingered for a moment. "Welcome home." He said with a smile as he turned to head for the exit. I couldn't contain my happiness. I knew this was going to be a great year.

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rogue-assassinspy · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1: The Hogwarts Express

Master list Chapter 2

#draco #draco malfoy #fanfic #harry potter #hogwarts #hogwarts express #romance #enemies to lovers #wattpad #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #malfoy #dracotok

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goshwrites · 5 years ago

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business (yandere x reader) Prologue

warnings: swearing, ageplaying, obsession, unhealthy relationships

(A/N: dear gosh this writing I will admit is definitely not my best, but I still like the humor I started out with in this story. but here we go)

The heavy aura of flower perfume filled the office room making it feel like an over stuffed oven. The lights that lined on the ceiling were bright and blinding and if one would look too long their vision would be effected by the lights. The air conditioning wasn’t working so the smell of someone’s perfume was sticking around in an unwanted way. The sound of people occasionally clicking their mouses and someone sighing in annoyance about something was heard.

But then suddenly- there was a loud shout.

“Oh I can’t do this!” A young male shouted from somewhere before he leapt to his feet revealing his head a couple of cubicles away. But only his head was visible. Not any other part of his body was seen. Just his head. “I can’t go on pretending!” He continued to proclaim my it’s his head bopping to his words like some kind of desk you. “I love you, Stevie! Not Daniela! Only you!” A couple of workers had stopped doing whatever they were doing to look at the male with a sort of what the fuck expression. A few began to mumble saying that he had clearly lost it. But then after just a few moments from his proclamation of love, a gasp- that was somehow high pitched- was heard before another head popped up. But this time it was just the top of the head, not the whole head. This was the woman Stevie- who’s real name was Stephanie and no one knows why she insists on Stevie- and she was probably staring at Issac with a mixture of Disney Princess and wide eyed doe.

“Do you really mean it, Issac?” She asked with a southern draw that made her ‘you’ sound like ‘ya’ and she empathized on ‘mean.’ But her southern voice came out squeaky as she attempted to raise her voice.

“I mean it!” He shouted at the top of his lungs to her while extending his arms like some kind of pelican about to take flight. And as soon as his wondrous words met her ears, Stevie let out a squeal and the unfortunate people who were just trying to do their job plugged their ears.

Almost like magic was suddenly existing in our world, both of them dashed out from their cubicles at the same time. Then they were galloping towards each other. The ones that were able to watch the spectacle or were awake enough held their breaths as they waited for a collision similar to what would happen in a jousting match. But whether it be pure luck or- and I’m not going to say it was aliens- aliens, he hooked his arms around her waist and she threw her arms around his neck somehow at the same time. Then they were kissing in such a way that made the strong perfume smell be suddenly pleasant rather than overbearing. Music was dancing around them as they started to move their mouths in sync. Well actually the air conditioning turned on and someone’s phone was running a Backstreet Boy’s song.

But of all the cubicles they could have stopped and collided with each other at... they stopped at yours. You. A smile woman working in this office. You were the unfortunate one who had to watch and hear all of their lip smacking and sounds that were like those times you have a shake and just can’t seem to get the ice cream out. You were the one who had to just sit there and watch all of this. You sighed and rubbed your temples while turning back to the screen. You were trying to get work done- trying. It was kind of hard with the moans that Stevie was making at the moment. You seriously needed some ear plugs just to get your damn articule done. See you were a journalist for the Sharzet (odd name right?), an online newspaper that mostly targeted young adults and older teens while occasionally there would be a few articles aimed for an older generation. You were at the young and ripe and still nervous age of twenty- three so you didn’t consider yourself old... yet.

You had taken English as your major in college just to be a writer. You were ready to pour your heart out into a story and give it your all yet... it never came. So you decided to use your writing skills and grammar skills to use and apply for a job at the Sharzet. Surprisedly, you got the job and to be honest it wasn’t that bad. Sure you did have to do some late night editing when you would rather watch bad auditions on YouTube, but for the most part it wasn’t so bad. It had good pay and mostly nice people who were just trying to move along in life, same as you. Mostly. Besides the couple that were still somehow making out. God don’t they need to breathe? Like get some air in those lungs? Well the only air coming out was them moaning so maybe that’s how they were breathing. But honestly couldn’t they even get a room? Jeez.

Sighing, you rolled your eyes and pulled your hair over to one shoulder. You were just trying to get this articule done now. You could always go home, but... wait. Why should there be a but? Technically as long as you get the articule done, you can work wherever. You generally liked working in the office since it would keep your mind focused. But since those two clearly weren’t letting up anytime soon... maybe you should go home? Yeah... that sounded much more promising than hearing the remaking of Bonnie and Clyde right by you.

You shut down your laptop and closed it before placing it in your bag and standing up from the rolling chair. You stretched out your back with a satisfying pop before you pushed in the chair til it was underneath the desk. There we go. You pushed some of your hair from off of your forehead before exiting the cubicle while swerving around the pair as if they contained the Black Plague. And in your opinion- they were.

You started walking down the small hallway with the walls of cubicles. But you didn’t get more then a foot away from yours when you decided to stop in front of Ben’s cubicle. Now Ben was one of your work friends that you actually became close to. You and him hanged out multiple times during the week whether that would be going to lunch together or watching movies or going to the library since Ben just loved fantasy- and get this- romances that are set in the 1800s. Yes. I know. But he was a total sweetheart and would probably be the best boyfriend and husband to whomever got him. You cleared your throat to alert the dark skinned male of your presence as his back was hunched over a computer. Then he immediately straightened up and looked at you. And his signature, golden retriever smile came onto his face showing his white teeth that happened to look whiter against his skin. His sort of rosey cheeks also had freckles on them.

“Oh hey, (Y/n).” He said as his dark brown eyes just seemed to brighten at seeing you standing there.

“Hey. I’m gonna finish up at my house. So if boss asks just tell her I went home.” You told him as you slightly adjusted the bag containing your computer on your shoulder. It was actually an old beach bag of yours that you bought to go to the beach... but you never really did. So it was just... your computer bag.

“You’re leaving?” He asked as his thin eyebrows rose at hearing your words. Then he checked the leather watch on his right wrist. “But it’s not even four.”

“Yeah I know. But I would rather work at home then here with the remarking of Fifty Shades.” You said in a sort of dry tone as honestly you were all there for love and everything, but come on. That doesn’t mean you have to make out in your own fucking work place.

“What?” Ben asked confused and you just simply pointed down to the couple who... ooooh. Boss caught them and she just looked so done.

And you didn’t really feel like explaining the whole deal to mister tune out here so you just said, “See ya tomorrow.” And just yeeted yourself out of there. You were tired. But yet... you just needed coffee. Or oooh. A coffee nap. Like where you drink coffee and then go to sleep and then the coffee wakes you up? Yesss. Well you did that once and you didn’t wake up until two hours later so maybe it wasn’t the best thing to do.

As soon as you walked out of the building, you were hit in the face with a sudden mixture of both windy whoosh and rainy slap. You blinked a few times before you wiped your face off from the rain slap you just got. Ugh. Windy rain. The worst rain. But hey. Raining and stormy weather is the best writing weather. Or at least that’s what someone on Tumblr said. You dodged a couple of people walking down the sidewalk. Since the headquarters of the magazine you worked for lived in a rather populous city, you decided to just move here and get an apartment instead of making an forty- five minute drive each day. And the apartment you lived in was kind of nice as well for the low rent you paid for it. It was your home at the moment. And it felt nice to have a home.

But your thoughts were sudden kicked out of the window of your mind when you turned around a building and- bam! A new wall! Your hand reached out to grab onto something as you stumbled backwards. It happened all so fast. But then someone’s hand reached out and grabbed onto yours. You were suddenly stopped in mid fall while having yourself in a 50 degree angle. What. Then you noticed the pale hand clasped around your own before your eyes snapped up towards the male. And standing there was a man in maybe late forties or fifties with the most greenish eyes you have ever seen. There were pure green. You blinked a few times as you found myself now standing upright. You looked down at your feet to make sure everything was all right, but huh wow uh... this guy was strong.

“Uh thank you sir.” You nodded towards the brunet with graying temples and who was still holding your hand. You awkwardly looked back up at the male only to see he was staring intently down at you. Uh.... weird. Then once his green eyes met your (e/c), he snapped out of it.

“No problem.” He said curtly as he just let your hand drop. Wow okay. Then before you could even say anything else- he just steered himself around you like you were just an obstacle. You glanced over your shoulder to see him confidently striding off. Huh. That was... weird to say the least. But eh. There were weird people in your city and that guy probably was no exception.

Oh how wrong you were.

#yandere x reader #yandere #x reader #quotev #reader insert #ageplayer #ageplaying #horror #romance #oc yandere #original #insert #fiction

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ad1thi · 5 years ago

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48 was made for BuckyTony! Also how are you bb

i’m going to go ahead and assume that this was from the kiss list

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#48: one person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip toes to reach their partner’s

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i literally just rb’d art where I talked about a kiss like this, so this is fate

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also you saved my life and found that technophobe!steve post for me as i was writing this and i didn’t wanna stop writing this but KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU and you have all my uwus you amazing person

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Bucky didn’t do well under stress

He got clammy and sweaty and his hair refused to stay up in a bun and just covered his eyes and he’d been known to be very close to having a Britney Spears in 2007 moment multiple times

He hated being under stress, and he hated being under pressure because it reminded him of being back at HYDRA High, where they would work him to the bone and leave him with barely enough energy to do more than flop against the ground and hope it swallowed him up

Bucky didn’t do well under stress

Which is why when Coach Fury comes up to him in a locker room, taps him with the back of his wooden board and grunts, “Barnes you’re starting”; he’s very confused

He’s extremely and utterly confused and forgoes tying his laces to race after Coach, panting between words when he asks, “Coach wouldn’t Stevie be a better option?”

Coach levels him a glare from his one free eye, “Steve’s knee has been acting up all night and he’s tapping out. It’s the finals and you’re the only one who knows HYDRA’s tactics inside out”

He crosses his arms against his chest, “Or are you telling me you’re not up for it Barnes?”

“No its not that I’m not up for it,” he’s jogging to keep up with Fury’s long strides, “It’s just, Coach, I don’t do well under stress”

Fury spins around, and his longcoat flaps behind him menacingly, “You got about half an hour to deal with that”

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He’s screwed

He’s completely and utterly screwed and -

Tony

His head whips up from where its buried between his knees, and sure enough, Tony’s ambling down the stairs of the stands- fingers wrapped around a huge styrofoam cup and swimming in Bucky’s varsity jacket

“I see your golden retriever instinct isn’t dead,” Clint says from behind him; and Bucky flips him off before jogging across the field

He’s not wrong though

Every single time Tony walks into a room, Bucky just knows it; he feels it in the back of his neck and his head snaps up until he spots Tony, and he imperceptibly settles

Tonight is no different

Tony perks up when he sees Bucky near the stands, pushing his styrofoam cup into Bruce’s hands and flitting in and out between the crowd

“So I hear I’m dating the starting quarterback,” he says; leaning over the barrier, “how you feeling?”

Bucky leans up and Tony gets the hint; dangling until his body is half over the barrier to press his lips against Bucky’s; slow and steady and familiar in a way that calms Bucky in his bones

They stay like that for a couple of seconds, lazily exchanging kisses until Bucky’s neck can’t physically take the strain anymore

“You look good in my jacket,” he whispers against Tony’s lips before moving back, “and I have to say- I like the change of pace”

Tony hums, “Its not my fault you’re built like a Greek God,” he pulls the jacket closer around him, “some of us are normal sized”

“I think you mean pint-sized,” Bucky ducks when Tony squats at him; catching his hand and pulling Tony in for another kiss

“For good luck,” he says softly before nipping at Tony’s bottom lip- slipping his tongue in and trying his very best to make Tony’s toes curl

They break off as the whistle blows, and Bucky can feel Coach’s glare from all the way across the field

He steps off the barrier, helmet under his shoulder- and is half way across the field back to his team when he sees the huge banner that Tony and Bruce are holding up

Bucky’s gonna fuck you harder than he pounds me into a bed at night

The sign lasts about 5 minutes before Vice Principal Hill notices and makes them put it down; but it’s enough to put Bucky at ease for the entire game

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They win by a landslide, and Coach is calling for Bucky to come meet some college recruiters who were sitting on the benches; but Bucky is more focused on the brunet with a button nose who’s waiting for him near the locker room

Fin

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ruckystarnes · 6 years ago

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Author: RuckyStarnes

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff/Bucky Barnes (Black Starbucks/Righteous Assassins)

Warnings: swearing, probably plot holes, restraints, teasing, oral, vaginal and anal, cum cleaning, dirty talk, it’s just 100% filth

Words: 2,408

Square Filled/Daily Challenge/Prompt: G5 - ties / Feb 18 - Going into Battle/side by side

Written for/Dedicated to: @mcukinkbingo kink bingo / @captain-rogers-beard Love all Marvel Ships

Summary: Steve, Bucky, and Natasha prepare to retrieve an object of the occult which ends up Steve pulling a stunt that has Bucky upset and Natasha tries to ease the tension on the flight home.

A/N: My kink bingo square was ties, but i am bending it a bit by using zip ties. I know, it’s not even that gray LOL Also, this is my first time with a threesome so I feel like I had a hard time with pronoun usage

“Red line, check?” Steve spoke softly to his wrist, eyes moving along the paper that he held in his other hand.

“Doll, you’re always going to be Red. Steve’s always Blue. I’m always Black. It’s how it works.”

“I find it ridiculous that I have to be Red,” Natasha replied through the earpiece in his ear and he heard Bucky next.

“Shut it, Barnes,” Natasha snapped. Steve could hear something being thrown across the small space of the Quinjet and Bucky’s protest of being hit with one of Natasha’s disks. “You liked it, so stop your bitchin’. You couldn’t have prevented it from every touching your body.”

“Guys, c’mon,” Steve started, exasperation heavy in his tone as he looked up at his two teammates. “Listen, you two can fuck each other once we take care of this base and retrieve the spear. Alright? Just...wait until we get back before you do that? And preferably at Natasha’s place.”

“Aw, what’s the matter Steve? Jealous because I can get some?” Bucky smirked, tossing the now discharged disk at the blond, the laughter reaching his eyes. “Or are you just upset that we ended and Nat and I are a thing now?”

“James,” Natasha chided, her brow creasing as she glared at the brunet before giving Steve a sympathetic smile. “Don’t worry Steve, I’ll make sure he gets punished when we get back.” That line was enough to make Bucky gulp, which made Steve amused.

“I might like to witness that,” Steve teased his friend, sending a wink towards Natasha. “But right now, we need to focus on what we are going to do. Intel isn’t as strong as the others, but we all know what the spear can do, so no one touch it. We don’t want shit to happen that could possibly change the present or alter influences. It’ll be the forties all over again.” Both nodded their agreement as they each assessed their weapons. Steve avoided looking at them, pushing thoughts from his head as he readied himself for this mission. It wasn’t that it was a rare occurrence that they had to recover occult objects, but this was for level seven or above clearance, something he had to fight Fury and Hill over on giving Bucky.

The AI called through the plane that they were approaching the drop zone and Bucky shoved a pack into Steve’s chest. “Wear it or you’ll be the one that will be punished, punk,” he griped, pulling the straps tight on his own pack. “I take it that you, Nat, than I?” Steve nodded as he reluctantly put the pack on, eyes shifting to his friend occasionally.

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“That was reckless as it can get Rogers!” Bucky yelled, tossing his vest onto the bench, hair hanging in his face as he bent down to assess his leg. Thankfully the bullet grazed his thigh, making things much easier to deal with once he ripped into Steve more. “Ever since you took that shield up you have threw caution to the wind and care very little for your own well being. Have you ever thought about the ones who care about you? What we might possibly feel if you ended up fucking dead?”

“James, please,” Natasha hushed, her hand moving to undo the closure at Steve’s neck to assess the damage near his neck and shoulder. “Well, thankfully it’s just a flesh wound. James, through me the butterfly bandages.” She caught the white box effortlessly, ignoring Steve’s remarks of being alright. “You know, we’ve known each other for over a decade now Rogers, you don’t need to act like you have to take care of everything. Including yourself. Just let us.” There was something in her eyes that held double meaning and with a look at Bucky he knew it was meant the way she said it.

“Let’s just get this back to SHIELD before an accident happens,” he forced out, moving away from the redhead the moment she was done applying the bandages. He needed a shower, food, and sleep. “I don’t need to be looked after.”

“Says the punk who got himself into fights with dozen of guys who were twice, sometimes thrice, his size,” Bucky scoffed, “and I needed to keep them from killing you.”

“Things were different then,” Steve interjected, heat in his words, “I’m not 90 pounds of skin and bones anymore.”

“And you’re not Logan!” Bucky hollered, “Dammit, he would be saying the same shit that I am right now. Do you know how fucking hard ---”

Natasha’s hand rested on Bucky’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear which changed his demeanor to be soft and quiet, only something she was able to do for him. “Steve, you know I don’t like challenging you, but you’re wrong on so many levels.” Her hand went to his chest, pressing slightly into him as she walked towards him, forcing him to walk backwards. His knees hit the bench, forcing him to sit to put distance between them. He had only seen this look on her when Bucky was out of line, and, because of Bucky, Steve knew what that look meant.

“Best not to argue with her Steve,” Bucky said softly, sitting next to him, handing Natasha a handful of zipties. “Use спор at any time, but I hope you will let us take care of you, like how I did back then.” Bucky’s hand squeezed Steve’s thigh, fingers inching upwards and Steve could barely tear his gaze off of the hand, but the delicate fingers that worked the closures of his uniform distracted him only slightly.

“Guys, I’m ---”

“Don’t you dare say fine, Steve,” Natasha warned, her long fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling his arm up and had Bucky assist in securing his wrist in a zip tie against the hand bar above. “You know, we’ve talked about having you join us for a while now. Frustrations have risen to a point where we found it was time for us to show you that people do care about you Steve. Love you even.” His other hand joined in being zip tied to the hand bar, and it was then he realized between the two of them, Bucky and Natasha had managed to get him out the top half of his uniform. He was hyper aware of each of them, his breathing was still regular but had increased due to closeness of Bucky to his right and Natasha practically straddling his thigh.

“Relax, Steve,” Bucky whispered against Steve’s neck, his flesh hand moving to cup his face, pressing his lips to Steve’s pulse, sucking a mark. Natasha was combing her fingers through Bucky’s messy brown locks as she watching her boyfriend mark Steve. There was a moment where Steve closed his eyes, giving in to the touches, which caused him to moan softly.

“I think he’s finally accepting,” Natasha smirked, leaning in to place a feather light kiss to Steve’s lips, coaxing him to return it by running her nails over his scalp. Each of them knew that Steve could easily break the zip ties if he wanted, but the straining he did was showing his control and his submission to both of them. He leaned in to deepen the kiss with Natasha only for her to pull back with a smirk, clucking her tongue as she wagged her finger.

“Oh no, Rogers. We get to call the shots unless you safe word out.”

Bucky smirked himself before nipping Steve’s earlobe, metal hand squeezing his upper thigh. “Just relax, punk,” he muttered, both hands now working at the closure of Steve’s pants, pulling his friend out to hold his heavy length in his hand and started slow, deliberate strokes to the growing length. “Моя любовь хочет попробовать первым?” he asked Natasha who licked her lips and nodded, moving to kneel in front of Steve as she pushed his legs apart to settle between them. Bucky wrapped his forefinger and thumb around the base of Steve, who was now hard and panting as he watched his closest friends work him. Natasha’s mouth was sinfully talented, working him just as well as Bucky use to, even swirling her tongue around the underside of him that made him moan animalistically. She released him with an soft ‘pop’, smiling at him through her lashes.

“You were right Bucky, he does love that tongue thing,” she quipped, her fingers moving to fondle Steve as Bucky took over stroking Steve’s shaft, bringing in Natasha for a kiss.

There was something about the two of them being on the same wavelength because a word was never spoken and they moved as they knew what was expected. Bucky’s hand left Steve only for Natasha to take over, her lips once again wrapping around his cock, working him slowly. Steve watching through heavy lidded eyes as Bucky worked to undo the buckle at his pants, pushing them down, taking Natasha’s free hand and guiding it towards his own turgid length before capturing Steve’s lips in a heated kiss. It has been ages since the two of them had shared such an intimate moment, but having Natasha there made it much hotter, something that had both men moaning into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck,” Steve growled against Bucky’s lips as Natasha took him all the way, her nose buried against the golden curls of Steve’s treasure trail, her free hand moving along her chest, pulling down the zipper to release the compression hold on her lace covered breasts. Steve pulled on the restraints, the need to actually touch was growing, but Bucky moved his metal hand to his, wrapping the strong digits around both wrists and held.

“Not yet,” Bucky breathed, flesh finger trailing over Steve’s collarbone before moving to circle around one of his nipples, pinching harshly, “I wanna see my little блядь suck you off. You know, she loves it when you cum on her. I would love to see you cum on her tits before I bury my cock in her and watch her finger you until you weep.” His words made Steve cuss, warning about his release, which made Natasha pull off him harshly and start to work both of them furiously with her hands, shaking her hair behind her as she looked up at the two men with a slight devilish smile.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, shifting to straddle Steve’s foot and proceeded to grind down onto his boot for her own pleasure. The sight alone was enough for Bucky to give in first, cumming with a growl as Natasha directed it all over her chest, grinding harder down onto Steve’s boot. She looked at Steve with earnest eyes, her cheeks starting to flush with her own growing need as she silently begged him to mark her as well which he complied with a grunt of his own, covering her chest even more with his hot, sticky seed. Bucky had pulled her up the moment his friend finished, stripping the redhead of her catsuit and buried himself into her from behind before walking them forward so Steve could be close enough, and released Natasha’s breast by snapping the bra off and reaching up to break the zip ties.

“Clean her tits,” Bucky growled, his hips slamming into his girl as his friend obliged, tongue moving slowly over each cooling, thick ribbon that painted her chest. Steve moved his hands to cup Natasha’s breasts, occasionally sucking and nipping her nipples before cleaning more of the cum off of her. Once he had Natasha clean, her hand moved to Steve’s shoulder for balance as she leaned forward. Her hand moved between her legs to gather some of her wetness, biting back a moan as Bucky fucked her relentlessly, before sliding her fingers behind Steve’s balls and began to finger the tight entrance, slipping her middle finger in after a few moments.

“Shit, Nat,” Bucky panted, “should see his face. He loves it. You want me to fuck your ass Steve? Like old times? Maybe clean Nat’s pussy too?” His hand reached over to grip Steve’s hair, pulling him in for a heated kiss, hips stalling so he could taste the two of them on his ex’s tongue. “You look wrecked and it’s only Nat’s fingers,” Bucky moaned when he pulled back, his hips resuming their brutal pace until he was spilling inside Natasha.

Bodies shifted, Steve followed through with what he was told to do, his hands holding Natasha open for him as his tongue lapped at her folds, delving into her cum filled heat as he felt Bucky spit on his ass before pushing a finger into him, making Steve moan into Natasha. He chanced a look at her, his cock twitching at the sight of her playing with her breasts: pinching, pulling, and twister her nipples as her hips gyrated against his mouth, filthy Russian pouring from her lips.

“He does look pretty, doesn’t he,” Bucky chuckled as he removed his fingers, making Steve stop to look over his shoulder with a slight smile before he continued to work at Natasha’s core, moaning when Bucky pushed his rigid cock into his ass. The pace was slow and agonizing causing Steve to momentarily stop his licking, forehead pressed into Natasha’s thigh. Unlike with Natasha, Bucky kept his pace slow, knowing it has been a long time since his friend and he have been together. Natasha took the moment to sit up, her fingers going through Steve’s hair as she watching her boyfriend bury himself repeatedly into the blond.

“Steve,” she eased, her finger finding Steve’s chin to make him look at her, “does it feel good to have him buried inside you again?” She had reached under him to take him in her hand, stroking him to match the pace Bucky had set. Steve nodded as his second orgasm reached him as he felt Bucky spill into him.

They were a tangled mess of limbs for several minutes after, each of them had arms wrapped around Steve, Bucky smoothing Steve’s hair, placing kisses along his temple and forehead.

“You get what we were saying?” Natasha asked softly, her finger tracing the dips of his abs.

“Yeah,” Steve breathe, his eyes closing as he smiled and relished in the comfort.

“Just so you know, you are more than welcome to join us anytime,” Bucky sighed, hand reaching for Steve’s, Natasha covering his with hers.

#mcukinkbingo #love all marvel ships #black starbucks #righteous assassins #steve x natasha x bucky #steve rogers x natasha romanoff x bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff

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crown-eater · 6 years ago

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Only the Vital Ones, Pt. 1

“In those days, desires weren’t allowed to become reality. So, fantasy was substituted for them–films, books, pictures. They called it ‘art.’ But, when your desires become reality, you don’t need fantasy any longer, or art.”–Amyl Nitrate, “Jubilee”

[ With Symbiotic Self-Indulgence, 3, Pts. I, II. ] [ The Uptake (table of contents)]

The small brushed steel kitchen table of Cecil and ‘Choly’s studio apartment abutted a full-height open-frame modular shelving unit, which doubled as a space divider between the kitchen and the daybed in the back corner that ‘Choly frequented whenever scaling the loft bed proved too taxing. Slumped at it in a dark tank top and his orange leggings, before the ex-stalker lay a quaint butcher-paper and twine parcel, a paring knife, and his reader on a kickstand. With the apartment to himself, ‘Choly surveyed some of the pieces in his drafts and rubbed at his marred face in a dull restlessness. Grazing his recent cheek suture, he flinched and stood, and he paced in the narrow track the length of the apartment which functioned not unlike a hallway.

Two years ago, such incisions would have been made in the spirit of verbot chasing. He sniveled in anger at the impotence of having had to make such a superficial adjustment for sake of his own clumsiness, rather than in the aftermath of risky enterprises. He'd tried several times to contact the Tellurides after the riots and subsequent quarantine, and he knew in his gut that all three of them had gotten walled up with the rest of the Quarter. And the Geek, and Chalcedony, too, for all he knew. His only solace came in knowing that at least his parents had moved back in together downstate before things had gotten especially hairy.

He returned to the kitchen and rinsed out a mug to pour himself a fresh cup of black coffee from the carafe Cecil had brewed for breakfast, and he sat again. Then, he snipped the string on the box and unfurled its wrappings. His horn-rimmed glasses came off and lay across the table from him as he continued massaging at his cheeks and chin and neck marbled with errant scars. He flicked up the messaging app frame and clicked on Augen’s active username, and sighed. Rather than initiate conversation, he produced from the small wax-coated cardstock box a decently-sized chalky pastel ball. He smoothed out the parchment with a detached free hand, and set down the ball of Confec atop it with the other.

The ball bore a mealy consistency somewhere between soap and fudge. A quarter-inch butt fell to the paper, and he stuck it in his mouth to let the hyssop-like bouquet melt on his tongue as he sank into his chair and hesitated on the chat he’d opened.

ketherphorbia: you’re up early 9augen: funny, i was just about to message you. not at the library today? ketherphorbia: no, and i’m not getting anywhere with what i was trying to do so you have my full attention 9augen: how does meeting up for lunch sound? ketherphorbia: i ketherphorbia: i just started in on a fresh confec bonbon, but yeah 9augen: the finnegans across the street from your old place? its on me ketherphorbia: something tells me you’re just looking for an excuse to milk their one-cred goldfinch lunch special 9augen: if you want a few, just say so. can you be there in... say, an hour? ketherphorbia: it honestly sounds fantastic. we can both talk. if you want

Still rattled from the abrupt invitation, ‘Choly put the knife in the sink and rounded the modular divider to rummage in the side-table drawers for something to throw on. First came his back brace, splints, and wrist braces, and he yanked together his salmon button-up, black sweater with the elbows cut out, and slashed jeans over the orange leggings. Taking his jewelry box into the bathroom, he then brushed his bangtails and tucked the right side back with his ABC-gum barrette. He hooked his new black acrylic skull-cutout gauge hangers into his ears, and plucked his balloon animal and saturn-symbol pendants to string around his neck. The spoon pin went in his left collar-point, and he sat on the daybed for his socks. On the way out the door, he tucked the wax paper wrapped Confec into his diamond-shaped cross-body bag and nabbed his cane, retrieved his glasses, and slipped into his mint creepers.

Along the short trip down to Level 5, he shot Cecil a short message:

|| Might not be home when you get off work. Augen invited me to lunch. He hasn’t said hardly a word since it happened, and I get the feeling he needs a friend right now. ||

Cecil replied to him as ‘Choly waved his pass and boarded the toll lift:

|| I can only imagine how hard it’s been for him. Hope he’s doing ok. You two have a good time. Love you. Give him a kiss for me ||

With a chuckle and a fish emoticon, ‘Choly exited the lift and hobbled down the street. He texted Augen that he'd arrived, asking where to meet him, because at first he didn't see him outside. Leaning on the front facade of the Finnegan’s, a tall gothic figure smoked religiously. The young man with dark hair pulled into a low messy bun wore a black button-down and drop-crotch pants, a dark grey knee-length gauzy vest, a large black shawl-scarf wrapped around his shoulders and neck, and mesh boots. Upon closer inspection, the combination of facial body mods--spider bites, gauged one-inch ears and 2ga medusa with glass plugs, symmetrical double brow piercings, and batwing clicker--confirmed for ‘Choly that this was his friend. Somehow, even with his suspicion as to why Augen had initiated the meeting, he’d still expected to find him his old self, and not this anxious chain-smoking human mess. Augen rolled his eyes at him, having just checked his messages.

“Word of warning, I’m a bit thrushed right now,” 'Choly blurted out. Rather than respond, Augen leaned down and steadied ‘Choly’s chin to give him a kiss. ‘Choly smiled strangely and reciprocated with a second peck, then navigated the awkward posture into a hug as he tucked his head against Augen’s chest. It unnerved 'Choly that his friend was no longer cold-blooded, no longer clammy and tepid, but he kept it to himself. “...Hello to you, too.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” Augen rubbed at ‘Choly’s scruff and held the door for him. He eyed ‘Choly’s sweater dully in passing. “Don’t Quit Your Daydream, huh?”

‘Choly looked down at the saying printed on his front once they’d cleared the atrium, and his brows upturned.

“Hah, maladaptive daydreaming. Had it for years. I just kinda threw something on so I wouldn’t run late.”

“Daydream... into a living nightmare...”

With the detached comment, Augen waved down a server to seat them. Marinating in his dissociative veneer, ‘Choly swallowed hard at the prospect of purposefully navigating his mental filter. They settled at a table amid the lunch traffic, and with a series of finger gestures along the tabletop which doubled as a touchscreen menu, both ordered pinzones dorados and got to glancing over their options in silence. The server, a young brunet named Bert, promptly came and left with their drinks, as well as a basket of multicolored meal-rinds and two dishes of salsa. 'Choly sipped at his golden glowing pinzón, a smooth over-ice mix of tonic, hydroponic mezcal, triple sec, and lime liqueur, and mentally praised the facility with which one could get drunk at any hour in this city.

“So... this is a thing now.” ‘Choly got a rind real heavy with salsa and shoved it in his mouth.

Augen knocked back half his liquor in one motion, and slouched over it.

“I’d lived myself so fully, that I’d nearly forgotten what it was like to be human. I’ve missed smoking, if we’re looking for an upside to all this.”

“There’s gotta be a way t’get back what you had. At least some of it?”

“That’s... just about the last thing I want to talk about right now. Past tense doesn’t feel so great.”

They used their mouths to crunch rinds and nothing else. Augen took a hit off the cig around his neck, and with a deep exhale he shut his sunken eyes, the vapors entangling with the odd abstract light fixture over the table. Once they'd placed their orders, 'Choly did his best to people watch behind a zoned out Augen, mostly observing the rotation of three servers popping in and out of the kitchen door with dishes. When a couple that sat on the same side of their far-corner booth thought 'Choly gawked at their unapologetic PDAs and gave him a stink-eye, he coughed, and started trying to read the pattern of scrapbooked web articles which plastered every wall and the ceiling of the restaurant. The theme of all the articles painted up Tri-City's sheer melting pot culture as a fusion city, boasting a collage of articles about people from just about every level in the hyper-metroplex.

Bert interrupted their silence with their meals, and 'Choly squirmed back to give the server the space to lay it out on the table. The teen couldn't hide a sigh of relief as he picked up one plate, and glanced between the both of them.

"Who ordered the wraps?"

Augen gave him a lazy hand gesture, and the plate slid over to him. On Augen’s plate of spring wraps lay six large seared shrimp. Sliced in half both for presentation and facility, the three girthy wraps were stuffed with a combination of mushroom slices, seaweed, and fried mealworms.

"And then, the benedict's yours. Extra sauce?"

"Yes, thank you," 'Choly lauded with a heavily modulated affect, as the other mess of a plate came his way. A viscous pale yellow-green mess blanketed two nondescript mounds of protein and bread, and along its side the cook had scattered soft, colorful citrus gummies. "So glad I can still get breakfast here this late."

"Is there anyth--" Bert broke off, unable not to stare at Augen, as he fished out a pair of napkin-rolled utensils to give them. Augen returned the stare, deadpan.

"...Spring wraps, and a side order of shrimp. It is you."

‘Choly gave the poor boy a glossy smile, about to praise how good it all looked, but he quickly drooped in recognition of the tension.

“So I took a bath today,” Augen dismissed, total fatigue in his voice. “Big deal.”

‘Choly coughed, cataract-bloom eyes wide as he took a stiff sip. Setting the pinzón back down, he tried to smile up at the waiter again, his voice cracking.

"Could we get more rinds?"

The waiter shook his head and shut his eyes, then nodded.

“--Sure thing.”

“And we already need another round of birds.” Augen traced the edge of the faded glass with one black-polished finger and a heavy-lidded, eyelined smirk.

The server flashed him a fake grin, poorly hiding his revelry that the city had defanged the loathsome goth.

“I’ll be right back.”

‘Choly fought with the self-conscious selfishness of directing the conversation to himself, but still he persisted, hoping to distract his friend from getting recognized by his typical order. ‘Choly unrolled his flatware to tuck the napkin beside his plate, and took up the table knife and fork with zeal. He didn’t want to admit it, but as had become typical in the past few weeks, the only thing he’d put in his stomach so far by that time of day was a slice of wax and half a cup of coffee. Augen took precise bites, holding his food gingerly with thoroughly ring-encrusted hands. His face stitched with a faint sweat which could have been from stress, the heat of the food, or even from the start of enebriation. 'Choly observed in distant and fascinated contemplation, unsure whether his friend derived his mannerisms from humanity or the vestiges of having so recently once been a hybrid. Augen shot him a vague glance, and he cringed from getting caught watching. ‘Choly pushed the sauce-drenched larva-hash back up on the one round bready thing he’d been cutting bites from, sheepish.

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, there’s gotta be something you can do to take your mind off it instead? Have you tried... writing, since...?”

Augen finished off the first drink right when Bert swung by two replacements and more rinds and salsa. ‘Choly hadn’t even drunk half of his first pinzón yet, and he nudged his new one his friend’s way, knowing the rate this meal was going. “Most of the time,” the goth mumbled, welcoming the offer, “my writing takes a particular head space. And I sure as fuck haven’t been in it.”

“I mean, like. Not in a carnal sense. Sort of in a carnal sense. An emotional sense? A purgative sense?”

Augen kept his eyes on his food, but his ears patently on his friend. ‘Choly’s hallmark withdrawn posture and tone signaled vague, incumbent rambling. With welcome resignation the goth listened, as he’d aspired from the start. After all, ‘Choly always had been the long-winded one of them.

“You... You remember how I was writing stories about me gettin’ with the Geek, but then I stopped abruptly? The last wip I posted before I stopped was right after I found out that the Geek and the Larva were the same person. Early on, the reasons I couldn’t reconcile with finishing the piece were ‘cause of how badly my first encounter with him went, but then fantasy turned into reality and he... caught me stalkin’ him and. You remember that right?” ‘Choly fished his reader from his bag, and tried to locate a picture in his camera roll. “I know I sent you a selfie of the black eye he gave me...”

“...You couldn’t shut up about it for a month. Heh.”

‘Choly looked up from his reader with a dull gloss to his features, and sniffed. “He even tracked me down, what, five weeks later? An’ things got super weird--" He chewed at his labret. "...I’m still trying to process everything that happened two years ago.”

“This is about the walls, isn’t it.”

“Not quite. And yet. Exactly. I just. I owe it to him to get the details right, don’t I? It feels real lousy to even consider writing a nonfictional account of him, and yet.” He popped an orange gummy in his mouth, and licked the thick, tangy sauce off his swan-splinted fingertip. “I feel like I need to get the very concept of him in print, to get it out from inside of me. I know it’s already been two years since the walls went up, but I don’t think it’s possible for me to forget all that... death, even for a day.” A grapefruit one, this time. “How do you stay motivated to write something that hurts and arouses you, both in ways nothing else has ever really managed to?”

Augen dipped a spring roll in his salsa, and started working on the third drink. Not glancing up from his food, his brows piqued with heavy lids.

“A difficult question. Perhaps a better reply would be another question: Who’re you writing this for?”

‘Choly set down his utensils and stared down his food.

“I’d say it was for me, but I feel like I need to put his ghost to rest. I’d say it was for him, but it’s also in hopes of jamming my brain because something more accurate could exist of him than anything I’ve written of him prior. And I’d... say it was for you, or any of my followers, but I... don’t even know if I can bring myself to post the results.” The dreg sneaked the Confec from his bag and set it beside his plate. “I... I gotta have another slice.”

That got Augen’s attention.

“Mmh. Mind sharing?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

‘Choly sliced through the partial ball a few times with his thumbs against the spine of the knife, and Augen reached over to help himself to one. Wincing at the bitterness, he chewed it up and washed it down with more liquor. 'Choly simply slouched back and let the stringent melt go for a few minutes, thinking it nearly paired with the citrus cubes.

“Cecil knows about us,” Augen began, eyes stitched shut, “but you never did tell Cecil about the Geek, did you? Have you ever wanted to?”

“I told him about Chalcedony. And he may not have said anything, but I know he knows about me an’ the Geek. Can’t not. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how open he is to it all. It’s like he believes leaving me untethered keeps me more faithful. He’s... not wrong, I guess.” ‘Choly looked up when he heard Augen stifle a choke, and suddenly he regretted sharing. His friend’s face was glistening, grey eyes wide. “Are you-- all right?”

“How’s everything tasting so far?” Bert interjected in passing, trying to hide concern when he he paused noticing Augen’s demeanor.

“Don't mind him." 'Choly quickly stashed the Confec back in his bag, unsure whether having it would cause them trouble. "I think something just went down the wrong way.”

The boy frowned at the Augen, who blanched and rubbed at his Adam’s apple a bit. On cue, Augen forced a cough.

“I... It's nothing."

Augen tapped a finger on his glass, not looking to Bert, and the waiter plucked up their empty glasses with a nod and excused himself, shaking his head in delirious incredulity at what had become of their once most troublesome patron.

“Seriously... Are you okay? You know you’re supposed to let that stuff melt slow.”

Rather than reply, the goth took one of ‘Choly’s wristbraced hands in both of his own, and guided it to hold his strained throat. He sustained breathless, tormented eye contact.

“It's wearing off faster than I was planning. Thought for sure I'd at least get to slagging finish eating. I'll... I'll take it.”

On to part 2 »»»

#biopunk #cyberpunk #dystopian #drugs tw #alcohol tw #dysphoria mention #body horror #the uptake #with symbiotic self indulgence #wssi #only the vital ones #melanochro kara #august ritter #hopefully starting to understand what's got choly so bugged out that he needs... medicating

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goldenscript · 7 years ago

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morning glory.

park jimin | 4,140 words | hockey au / fluff ↳ mornings have always been the bane of your existence until a hockey player by the name of park jimin is involved.

author’s note: welp, this came out longer than i thought... lol. also, bless bts’s “as i told you” cover for inspiring this <3 (you can watch the performance here!)

It goes without saying that waking you up in the morning is like asking for a death wish. You actually enjoy sleeping until noon and waking to see sunlight streaming past your curtains. It’s your own therapy after a long, gruelling weekday of waking up early, studying, and working at as a campus barista, so you refuse to let anyone disturb your weekends. Especially not when your only responsibility on those two days are working from 6 PM to closing. The very act of waking you before 11:30 AM is a downright sin that you would never subject yourself to, ever, and yet—

You’re awake on a Saturday at 7:30 AM. Because to every cloud in which you are never to be woken before a reasonable time is a silver lining that comes in the form of a man named Kim Taehyung. You see, being awake before the sun’s rays hang from high in the sky is a result of your godforsaken family friend asking—well, more like begging—you for a favor that had you known would entail the involvement of the school’s prized dual-playing center forward and right wing defenseman, none other than Park Jimin, would have you rejecting any offers of free milk teas and hot pot for the rest of winter quarter.

Though as much as you curse at the brunet for tricking you into this ordeal, you can’t say you’re complaining too much. Despite the niggle of a doubt that doing this may screw over your small infatuation with him further, you’ve actually come to enjoy said mornings with the blond. The first of them began bumpily but that can only be expected when Taehyung had to drag you to the ice rink where he regrettably told you that there was indeed no more coffee in the nearby vending machine and a rather snippy Jimin got you on you both for arriving late; but, despite this inconvenience, you managed to film Jimin with little to no trouble as promised and he even rewarded you with some much needed caffeine afterwards. It wasn’t long before this first practice recording melded into the second to the third to even the fourth, where each interaction became increasingly more and more comfortable than the last.

Between the flirty repertoire to even the witty banters that ensued, you began to grow comfortable with the ever-so-popular, Park Jimin. You learned that he was from a beach town where many of its people cared for one another, never ceasing to wane in their united front. You learned how he came to love hockey, thanks to his father and a game that played on his television screen at seven in the morning when he was eight. You learned that over all else that he was the type of person who worked hard for what he wanted and it showed, not only in his athletic performance but his academic one as well. Most of all, you learned that he was indeed a morning person, and because of his early wakings as a child, he can only celebrate this discovery by continuing this tradition every morning.

You don’t like it, but you certainly can’t demote its importance. In fact, you can’t help but admire him for all of it, for his hardworking ethics, for his charming demeanor, and for his attentive nature, because since that day you replaced Taehyung as Jimin’s recorder and proved that you could do the task well, he’s been nothing but sweet to you. From the cheeky smiles he’ll throw over his shoulder to his habit to lend you an extra sweater to the way he once let you onto the ice and he was right by your side the entire time.

Since your time as his recorder, you can’t help but admit that the small infatuation you had for him as bloomed tenfold with each Saturday you’ve spent with him making it grow even more than you thought possible. It’s alarming to say the least, but of course you show no signs of it affecting you too much.

On this particular day, you come to the rink just a little bit earlier than usual. It’s only your fifth time recording for him, but it’s the day before his big game and he practically begged you. And you do so with little protest; after all, this game means the world to him, because one game just isn’t ‘one game’ to him. As you stated before, Park Jimin was a big baller, an all or nothing type of person.

So, with a resounding sweep across the scratched surface, a sharp thwack! can be heard echoing throughout the empty ice rink. This very man with tufts of blond hair slick against his forehead graces across the ice to retrieve the puck from the clutches of the well-weathered netting. Though he is on the ice in a pair of compressed shorts and white long-sleeve sweater, you can see the material of his sweater cling to his chest. You zoom out of his form as he turns toward you, effectively ending this practice video.

Once he returns to you in the box, removing his skates, you begin to scold him, “You’re not even playing, and you look like you just played a shit ton of scrimmages.”

“Actually,” Jimin says in a matter-of-factly tone, “that’s an all-day scrimmage.”

You roll your eyes at him, shoving the Hydro Flask to him with a grumble, “Same difference.”

“Well—”

“—Okay, okay boy genius,” you sigh, shaking your head. “Go dry yourself off before you catch a cold or somethin’.”

Taking the water bottle from him, you hand him a towel from the adjacent bench and watch as he dries the top of his head. “Y’know,” he says with a smile curving on his lips, “you probably wouldn’t get worked about me getting sick so much if you stopped stealing my clothes.”

“It’s one hoodie, you’ll live,” you huff, allowing one of the long sleeves to go over your hand and effectively hit his arm a harmless smack. “Plus, you said I could use it. Still beyond me that you don’t get cold being in this freezer.”

“Not if you’re gonna use it as a weapon!” he scoffs, grabbing onto the loose sleeve. “I may need to ask for it back.”

You pout, “After everything I’ve done for you!—”

“—All you’ve done it wake up early, Y/N.” he deadpans, giving the sleeve shake. You unwisely decide to use the other sleeve as a weapon, but the same result occurs and you’re trapped within the oversized confines of the soft cotton material. His half-moon eyes meet yours and you swear you hear your own heart skip a beat. And, fuck, did your breath just hitch? You try not to bring notice to it by meeting his eyes with half-narrowed ones.

“For the record, Jimin, waking up early is a cruel hell.” you shake your head, trying to pry yourself from his grasp. “It’s still a miracle that Taehyung convinced me to do it for you.”

Jimin’s lips are pulled together as he tries to suppress his own giggles at your meager attempts, tilting his head to the side to ask, “It’s ‘cuz you love me huh?”

Your nose merely scrunches in response before you quip, “Do you have a concussion or is your head just getting bigger from your ego?”

He laughs, sending more stutters to your poor heart. “I’ll just take that as a yes.”

You scoff with your own smile, “In what world was that jab against your ego an ‘I love you’?”

“Because it’s coming from you,” he replies, shrugging off your inquisitive look. Still he maintains his hold on you. Funny how it’s almost akin to a physical representation of what he’s doing to your heart. Even as you struggle from him, just for the sake of your own burning cheeks, he still manages to keep you in place. His visage seemingly even a little closer than you last remembered. Or is your brain playing a cruel joke on you?

You almost want to deny it, especially when you’re certain that your heart wants to have any excuse to be beside this golden boy but you feel his breath fan across your chilled cheeks. The mint radiates off him in waves even with the dried sweat on the side of his face.

When you feel his warm breath significantly closer against your cheeks, you recoil back with cheeks flushed than ever. “What are you doing?!”

He laughs again, scooting forward as he replies, “Your cheeks looked cold! I was warming them.”

This time you don’t move away though your screaming appendage is telling you to do so. He’s practically a hair’s breadth away, moving his grip on your sleeves to cover your poor reddened cheeks. He frowns at the sight, “Jeez. I might need to bring two extra sweaters if you’re gonna get this cold.”

“Wha—”

“Free of charge, of course,” he says, keeping his unsurprisingly warm palms over your visage alongside the sleeves. The way this guy managed to maintain heat even in this arctic environment was a skill you wished he could bestow upon you. Not that you minded this treatment very much.

You can barely contain yourself the longer he seems to stay there watching you warm up. With Jimin, there’s always been a lack of personal space. He’s understanding when you tell him, but since you two breached comfortability after the second week, it’s almost impossible for him not to be this way. You just can’t help but kind of hope there’s more to the lingering touches and the thoughtful gestures—okay, really hope there’s more to it than just him being him, though you’d be damned to bring up any of this to Taehyung.

Jimin then says, “Hey,” You look up just as he asks, “are you busy tomorrow night?”

He’s still close as ever, and it’s almost hard to think under that kind of pressure when a part of you just wants to press his lips to yours. Regardless, you try to rack your brain even as you almost immediately know the answer. It’s a Sunday, after all. But you decide not to answer the question completely, “I might have work… why—”

Is he going to ask me to come to his game? I mean… I’m going already.

“—oh, nevermind,” he says with pink cheeks, gently releasing your sleeves. “So, um,” he coughs, “did I do alright?”

Oh. Nevermind. You let out a breath of relief, hoping it just came off as an exasperated sigh . That’d ruin the surprise.

You pretend to give him a funny look at the sudden change in topic, adjusting the sleeves back to your wrists before showing him the video.

In your own flushed embarrassment, it seems you overlooked his own flushed cheeks and pounding heart. But that only comes as a relief to Jimin.

By the end of the practice, the two of you wind up parting ways after a cup of coffee and a few pastries from the bakery. It was becoming a tradition to going together, and the more and more time you two got to spend together, the more he was beginning to feel the effects of a mere infatuation bloom into actual feelings. From the small anecdotes about how your love life has been nothing but failed experiences after failed experiences to how much you adored the Harry Potter books so much you’ve read them at least four or five times since you purchased them at the age of nine.

He enjoys the fact that you’re so kind and hardworking, even more so at your timeliness to his Saturday practices. He loves how cold you get from the frost on the other side of the glass and from the outside world, seeing you bundled up when you enter and bundle even more after he’s lent you his oversized black sweatshirt. In truth, he finds you so fascinating and so beautiful, it’s almost sad that he never tried to get to know you sooner. And considering he’s best friends with your family friend, it seems like your paths would’ve crossed sooner (or perhaps that’s him wishing you two had).

He can’t help but throw himself onto his bed after discarding of his practice clothes into his hamper, his backpack a little lighter because he didn’t have to lug that extra weight with him. Just knowing that you have it is enough to make him smile at the loss of one of his favorite sweaters—

“—Dude, you are so whipped.” Taehyung says, plopping down his own backpack and laying on his bed.

Jimin retorts, throwing a pillow, “You hush. Am not.”

His best friend grins, catching it before placing it on his bed. “Are too. You’re practically grinning from ear to ear right now, and I know for a fact that there isn’t a hockey game playing today so there’s only reason why you’re smiling that big.”

He then groans in response, laying flat on his back before craning his head to the brunet, “She’s not coming tomorrow.”

Taehyung’s brows scrunch together as he asks, “How do you know that?”

“She said she was working tomorrow night.”

“Did she say that word for word?”

Does he know something?

Jimin sits up and looks at the engineering major with narrowed eyes, “Why?”

Despite how nonchalant he tries to look with a simple shrug, Jimin sees the slight panic flash across his eyes. “Well…” he pauses for a second, “It’s important to know what she says verbatim. Leaves chance that she might show up if she said might or maybe or somethin’.”

The hockey player considers this, knowing that you were the type to do things you set your mind on. From working during the school week to pursuing an English major despite the doubt from your family members to waking up early to help him out despite how much you valued that time to sleep in and relax. Of course, the last thing was a result of Taehyung needing mornings to help tutor Jungkook in physics but still you made it work in your schedule because you hated not keeping your word.

So, Jimin took that moment to nod, “Alright. Yeah. You’re right.” He takes a deep breath before admitting, “I just… don’t want to have that expectation that she’ll show and then she doesn’t, y’know?”

“Don’t worry about it so much! Have a little faith, why dontcha?”

Jimin can’t help but laugh, shaking his head as he says, “Ever the optimistic, aren’t you?”

Without another word, his younger friend merely tosses his pillow back to him, “Of course! Now stop brooding and help me study for this midterm. You owe me~”

And it’s true. Taehyung has played a detrimental part in bringing you and Jimin together. The moment Jimin actually voiced how cute you were, the brunet took it upon himself to set up this a little arrangement. Always sending winks and knowing grins between the two of them whenever he could because this was something pretty new for Jimin.

Having feelings for someone else, even as an infatuation was something new. All Jimin has really ever focused on since his entrance into the university was hockey and school, because juggling a sport and a degree in business was important, and to have a relationship meant adding another priority onto his rather packed list. Yet with you, there was no hassle, just ease. He didn’t need to think so much about his feelings for you when you started filming his practices, rather you slipped your way in like an opposing defense man catching him off guard. He couldn’t find it in himself to fight you off, not the same way as he had with Jooheon last season, but he let himself slip and he hasn’t regretted it since.

By the time tomorrow comes, Taehyung is more than well-equipped to take on his midterm on Monday and Jimin is up bright and early for his well-awaited first game. His own nerves have shaken him to the point where the jitters can’t stop permeating across his limbs. Even his simple walk to breakfast in the kitchen has a spring in his step, and there’s little he can do to help it.

His routine is a normal one where he does nothing else but take careful bites of the Cheerios. Something light to keep everything down. He even goes for a cup of coffee at the downstairs café, smiling to himself because he’s begun to associate all things caffeinated with you. The smell of roasted coffee grounds and the softness of the shop sends his heart in stutters.

His smile can hardly be contained when he receives a text from you. A simple one that says:

[7:34 AM] y/n <3: good luck today, super star!

He replies:

[7:35 AM] me: you coming today?

But he can only feel his heart sink a little when you respond:

[7:35 AM] y/n <3: can’t. Got work :( kick ass for me alright?

You look over at Taehyung as he rests himself upon the counter, waiting for his caramel macchiato. His knowing smile makes you want to roll your eyes, but he shoves over your iced coffee as the two of you make your way out of your shop. Namjoon, your manager waves you off with a wink. Courtesy of Taehyung’s big mouth about the events that are supposed to transpire today.

Of course, you felt bad for telling Jimin you wouldn’t be able to come to his game. It was almost too cruel from the way he responded with a simple, “Oh. Alright, thanks! Wish you were coming.” All of which was tied together with a small little frowny face that made you frown in return. But before you can mull on it further, your own thoughts encircling you in a shroud of doubt that maybe surprising him was a mistake—after all, the only significance you held in his life was his practice recorder—Taehyung wraps an arm around your shoulders and informs you that there is a good thirty minutes until Jimin is playing and you can quote, “There’s no way in hell we’re missing it.”

And so, you allow your giant of a friend who used to be your height until high school came around, guide you to the familiar rink where a mass of people seemed to be entering in their own garbled excitement to see people ram into each other for a small, plastic puck. The next half-hour passes with ease and it isn’t long until you’re inside. The line itself was quite long so by the time you and Taehyung find decent seats, Jimin’s on the ice, facing off against a school from the next city over. It’s like second nature to him as he eases across the scratched ice, going between the opposing team’s defense to score.

When the puck flies past the goalie, you find yourself screaming next to Taehyung and the rest of the supporting crowd. You feel your own endorphins releasing as if you can feel the excitement of others, and suddenly your chest is on fire as you catch Jimin’s eye because in your own daze, your hearing had forgone Taehyung’s screaming of the hockey player’s name.

The moment you meet Jimin’s eyes feels like magic—as if in slow motion, they seem to form those glorious half-moons, meeting yours to remind you of how much you wanted to come see him. It feels like he may feel the same; the way he meets your gaze and sweeps over you in that split second. And despite the brevity of the contact, you can still see the way he lights up, practically feel it. You’re certain that he’s shining more than ever now that he’s seen you and Taehyung, and you almost want to brush it off as nothing but an elbow to your side suggests other things.

He beams at you, obviously overlooking your glare, “Look! Did you see that? He’s freakin’ elated that you’re here!”

You want to scoff, but you hear another roar of cheers as Jimin rams into the center to keep them from scoring. Instead of answering your family friend, you opt to cheer for the boy on the ice. He continues to shoot and score, some of which were assisted by his teammates Jungkook and Seokjin, and it isn’t long until they’ve won and the crowd’s gone even more wild.

Taehyung ushers you toward the front, now at the entrance of the rink as you find yourself face to face with the gloriously sweat drenched boy which was apparently his first thought over celebrating with the rest of his teammates. But you hardly have time to acknowledge them when you see that his smile is wider than it’s ever been as he practically hollers, “You made it!!!”

“Ye—”

But you barely manage a word as he wraps his arms around you lifting you from your spot. You can barely even hear the roar of cheers from his teammates or even your own shrieks at the sudden contact but you deny the way you smiling broadly at him. With your hands at his shoulders, he sets you back down and perhaps it’s the adrenaline pumping through both of you or the way he’s looked between your eyes and lingered on your lips longer than normal but you firmly grip his jersey and pull him over to meet your lips.

You love it. You love the way the taste of cherry Gatorade and mint intermingle on your lips, the way he seems to pull you in closer, and even the way he pulls away to his forehead to yours and says, “Holy fuck…” in a low, guttural sound. He blinks for a second to ask, “Was that okay?”

With a grin, you manage a nod and a whisper, “Congrats, super star. It was perfect.”

“You told me you couldn’t make it,” he then says, pulling away to raise a brow at you though his hands remain firmly planted at your hips.

You shrug your shoulders and reply sheepishly, “Surprise?”

He throws his head back and laughs, a sound akin to bells or chimes (whatever is the most beautiful, really) before nodding. “Consider me surprised then.”

“Why? ‘Cuz I’m just that breathtaking?” you say with an ever-growing smile. Your heart is swelling to the size of the moon, and seeing his half-moon eyes is making it even larger.

He nods once again, unable to fight back his own elation as he responds, “Damn right you are. Hell, you’re even up before noon. What a miracle.” After a moment, taken from his need to laugh from the small pout you’ve just given him, he says, “How about I hit the showers and afterwards I take you out?”

“Like on a date?” You blink, heart now thudding louder more than ever. Holy shit...

He nods simply, “Can I...?”

“Of cour—”

“—Of course you can,” Taehyung quips to your left, his boxy grin is more prominent than ever. “Have her home at a reasonable time,” he says with feigned sternness though that soon passes as he pats you two on your shoulders, “and you two are very much welcome.”

Before you or Jimin can get a word in, he’s already disappearing past the double doors and waving you two off. And from the looks of the ice, the next game should be beginning soon so you look to Jimin and formally say, “Well, to answer your question: yes.”

“Great,” he says, pressing a kissing to your nose, “How does boba and hotpot sound?”

“Absolutely wonderful.”

—

It isn’t long until he’s out of the showers and dressed warmly for the outside weather, you glance down at your watch and note that it’s barely breaking eleven. Looking up to see Jimin smiling at you, he even offers you a hand that soon interlaces with your fingers. Whether Taehyung set you two up fully knowing both of your feelings or not seems to be a topic you two decide to discuss later. It goes without saying but you can’t help but thank him for that and for showing you just how nice mornings can be.

The chill air hit your cheeks but the warmth at your side makes you feel contentment. He’s chatting about the best things on the restaurant menu, and when he looks at you, you feel yourself even more grateful for the cold because you’re not sure how much teasing you’ll get from the blond-haired man at your side. (Albeit a small part of you can’t wait to hear it come from him.)

And ultimately, though you’d hate to admit it to Taehyung or even Jimin himself, waking up early isn’t so bad after all.

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Office Sweet

In which Ludwig, the boss of a designing firm, falls in love with his newly hired intern.

I’m so sorry that I updated this so late, but I explained in my last posts that I went through quite the turmoil this last month, and it is still not done as my family is moving to my grandmothers due to economic problems. Still, after finishing most of my classes and only dealing with a couple of last projects from one class, I finally had some time to edit and write. I hope you enjoy this long last chapter, once again sorry for the lateness and I hope that you continue to be patient for the rest of my works. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Ludwig, even with his intimidation and seriousness, was quite a gem of a man that many tried their own way to flirt and get close to, only for it to be pushed aside, for Ludwig to return back to business and create no such chance for anybody. It was a wonder to everybody that the petite, sweet and charming Feliciano, the little angel that cowered so much as somebody coming close to him holding scissors, would be daring enough to somehow enchant their cold and hard boss. It was quite the loss for many who had an interest in Feliciano, who thought they would have a better chance with his friendly and easing composure, but instead he gave all that love and attention to the most frightening man in the company.

They made quite a couple, the chance bringing Ludwig into a new light, seeing him with smiles, to weaken in softness whenever they shared an embrace or when they took a spot to chat, bringing out this whole new side that the company preferred having the muscled German in.

After four dates, their fifth one to take place that coming weekend, Ludwig heavily began to wonder what kind of union they should be established on. Was Feliciano just a person he was dating? Or was he actually his…boyfriend? He was given that answer clearly one day as he handed Berwald the booth plans for a coming interior design convention they were going to participate in, both discussing his idea, hearing for his opinion, anything they could add and remove, a subject he was completely dedicated to until he spotted familiar curls by the side of his vision. Feliciano had just met up with Tino down the hall, smiling and waving, coming close for a chat, both squealing as they showed images of animals on their phones. Ludwig rolled his eyes. No matter what Feliciano was to him, they shouldn’t be doing something like that on job hours. Berwald had fallen silent, surely expecting Ludwig’s answer, one he didn’t bother to listen to as his gaze was caught by his own interest to the small Finnish blond that spoke on with the Italian brunet.

“-and this is our Maltese, her name is Hanatamago!”

“Ooohhh! She’s so cute! I have a little Pomeranian named Alfredo. My boyfriend has a German Shepherd, a golden retriever, and a dachshund!”

“Ludwig has three dogs?”

“Yes! They’re cuties!”

Ludwig shut down, his mind burned, yet his heart quickened in intense beating. He was sure he would faint from the utter emotion he felt at the moment.

Feliciano addressed him as his boyfriend…he was his boyfriend… Gott im Himmel, he was his boyfriend! He actually had to hold himself from the wall or else he would let himself melt unto the floor.

Ludwig and Berwald later had no idea what they were talking about, they left enchanted in their own feelings and thoughts.

Feliciano continued his usual business, of helping along with suggestions and ideas in groups, bringing them their coffee and drinks, and handing reports and others papers to Ludwig, to him the best part of the day now. It was during those handings that Ludwig and Feliciano had some alone time in the office. Feliciano would lock the door and take his sitting on Ludwig’s lap, one the blond would welcome with his smile, with a hand caressing his thighs, looks of longing in their eyes before they would crash their lips into the burning, into the intensity, arms wrapped around each other, dragging them more into whatever way their lips mended. It was continuous, only to depart for breaths, for smiles, for sweet words and to see how brightly their eyes shone. Occasionally they would force themselves to stop when Ludwig received a knock, Feliciano having to leave his office with a blush expression, the same Ludwig found himself in, quickly composing himself, coughing and trying to erase any proof of what just happened to whoever entered. It was never enough, it was always clear to whoever came, only spreading more rumors, more news, more wondering over what was happening in Ludwig’s office whenever Feliciano entered alone.

One day, Feliciano forgot to put the lock, desperate to be in Ludwig’s hold. He was horny, and after the day before, when Ludwig let his hand dare under Feliciano’s underwear to give him quite a rise, Feliciano was determined to get all kinds of new touches from those calloused, gentle, yet rough hands. He smashed their bodies together in one jump, Ludwig’s chair dangling and in danger of falling to the ground. Feliciano didn’t care, he would let it if it meant being in the cushion of Ludwig’s body, of their arms still around each other, of his legs finding the right balance as they once again met their lips, as they moved, twirled, somehow keeping them standing as their passion continued. Feliciano had his hands all over Ludwig’s chest, even unbuttoning some areas to take a better feel of his skin, refreshing to his touch, to the heightening of their kiss, Ludwig now biting into his lips, while Feliciano salivated with his tongue, for now both to join as they took a secure standing without the chair fearing to collapse. It was easier for Feliciano’s hips to thrust against Ludwig’s, to rut and feel as their erections grew through the fabric of their underwear and pants, moans being shared between their mouths, Ludwig’s own hands beginning the thread of his back, falling and falling until he had his ass in his easy hold, pushing him more to have them thrusting wildly, Feliciano now bouncing on him, taking more of that rod that even with restrictions was driving him to utter ecstasy, to escaped moans, to arches, to fingers threading in the hair that escaped from Ludwig’s gel as it became too heated to maintain. So hot, so hot, they were just about ready to shed their clothing, to have more of their skin against skin.

“Aaahhh, amore, forte, più forte, dammi di più,” he breathed, he seemed to sing in the most melodic voice Ludwig had ever heard, even if he couldn’t understand it all that well. Yet he was weak, compliant to piston more of their hips together, sensing the urgency, the peak approaching, just about ready to fall on them, just about ready to scream.

“Ludwig, we just got this request from Wales- and holy mother of heaven and hell, what the fuck,” Gilbert came in with a swift opening, seeing some movements, some tight holds around two people that quickly had his mind collecting what was going on in the privacy of his brother’s office.

In the suddenness, in the trying to regain some sort of decency, Feliciano fell straight to the ground, Ludwig got a mess of papers to cover his lap, stupefied and not even helping Feliciano to stand, who rubbed his backside hoping to relieve it from the pain of the fall.

“It-It’s…not what it looks like!" Ludwig tried to excuse, but his eyes were avoiding, he still flushed, Feliciano hadn’t done anything to hide his own bulge.

“I don’t know, everything looks pretty obvious to me,” Gilbert interrogated.

“It’s uh…it’s um…uh…” Ludwig really tried to find a good enough excuse, but nothing really fit, nothing could really hide the actions that Gilbert already saw.

“Luddy, just relax. Feli, can you leave us alone for a moment, I really have to discuss this request with Ludwig,” Gilbert spoke on normally, quite a surprise, he was not one to let something like this fall between him so easily.

“Yes-yes, of course,” Feliciano nodded and made his way out, avoiding eyes with Gilbert, but he could still see his grin, his teasing eyes and Feliciano only smiled back albeit in embarrassment, Ludwig thinking he only did it to be polite.

Feliciano shut the door behind him, leaving Gilbert with an even wider grin, with a wink, trying to hold himself from letting his chuckles become any higher by biting harshly on his lips.

“Um…yes, what did they sent from Wales?” Ludwig questioned hoping it could calm enough, but no, Gilbert kept on smiling and looking on with blaming eyes like an idiot.

“Gilbert!” Ludwig groaned, hoping he could quickly get to business.

“I can’t just ignore the fact that my little brother was about to get it on in his office with his boyfriend! Really, I never thought you would become so impatient as to let yourself almost bang him against your desk,” he laughed, coming close to finally land the file on his desk.

“I-I wasn’t going to, I was just…I was just kissing him."

“Your hips were kissing his all right. You were about ready to rip your clothes off,” he chortled.

“No um…no we-we weren’t, it just seemed like that to you, we just got a little… touchy,” Ludwig tried on to excuse, Gilbert couldn’t believe it.

“Right…by the way, you got a little… drool here,” Gilbert pointed to the one that was falling down the edge of Ludwig’s lips that he quickly brushed away with a rub of his hand. “Also, you might want to close up your shirt.” It was still unbuttoned as a mess, Ludwig quickly trying to put it together as well as trying to pull back the strands of hair that fell on his forehead.

“Yes…nothing happened, but all right,” he shrugged with a still evident smile.

“Just tell me about this request,”

“Okay, so…”

Six months since Feliciano came into the company, those last ones utter fantasy and dream. In that small amount of time, Ludwig was introduced to a chance of romance, to dinners, hikes, beaches, movies, even a weekend trip to New York City to spend with someone as Feliciano. Each day a new passion, a new smile, a new glow, a stronger realization to what this could be. Days at their houses, in the commodity of less clothes, of shared beds and breakfast, a normality that Ludwig had no problem with having for continuing days.

As he would wrap his arms around Feliciano’s figure, dressed in nothing but his shirt from the night before, with coffee staining his lips, Ludwig would lean in and clean it with his own, telling him, truly and with shine as the morning glow that came into his apartment: “I love you.”

That first time had brought a sudden shock to Feliciano, a frozen expression as he truly let the echo of the words reach him all completely. Ludwig had feared, instantly he hurt, and he was afraid for this brash telling, ready for apologies, but Feliciano then smiled, wrapping his arms around his neck, pulling him into his closeness and letting their lips meet in fire before he answered just as brightly: “I love you too.”

Ludwig had never known a more awake feeling, he had never seen the world with more a shine, never had more desire to work, to wake, to do everything in alight and promise. His company had never been more fruitful with the new dedications he gave it, with the new chances he brought to his workers that held it even higher. This was the opposite of what he expected a relationship would bring him. But like it had all changed in a matter of six months, it had its chance to do so in a single day.

“You’re…resigning?” Ludwig held to the letter weakly, knowing that any little wisp was enough to have it flying to the ground, or the wall, just anywhere that not lay between him and Feliciano.

“It was…what I decided when I first came here. All I needed were these six months of experience so I could go for that position in Rome,” Feliciano explained sadly.

It was an opportune position that should have left him with exploding joy, now it had him weakened to the point that he feared it wouldn’t let him stand.

“And…they accepted you?”

“Got an e-mail last night…” Feliciano rubbed his hand on his arm shyly.

Silence then settled, the letter between them hanging it.

“When would you be leaving?”

“About two weeks…”

“Oh…”

It only became more heavy, more hurting.

“Um…uh…” he hated to be doing this, he wouldn’t offer such a chance for anybody if they hadn’t been enough in the company, but this was Feliciano, his love, his recent sun and rain, and if it meant bending some things to keep him here…then he would try.

“I could…raise your position um…grant you the chance to lead projects, raise your wages, offer healthcare,” Ludwig tried to convince.

With the smile Feliciano wore, Ludwig thought it had done just the trick, but then it easily fell, Feliciano reaching his hands to take a hold of Ludwig’s.

“Ludwig…I’m the one who hands all your files, I know the company is overemployed, you don’t have enough to do something like that for me. I really, really appreciate it, but…even if you could, I would still really want this position in Italy,” he admitted, although breaking and downing.

“I’ve wanted it for so long, it’s exactly what I want to do. I’ll have my own office, my own clients, to control projects however I want, an amazing pay and more importantly I’ll be in my home and…this is a chance of my dreams and I don’t…want to give it up,” he told, leaning closer for Ludwig to see his purpose, one that Ludwig doubted he could break, even if it meant leaving him here in New Jersey.

Ludwig sighed, the hold of his hands becoming tighter, to then raise them to his lips to kiss, laying him there as what would happen next sink into his head, maintaining that hold as if it could maintain him forever with him.

“If it’s what you want then…I’ll accept, wish you the best in this new opportunity and…receive our…separation if we…if we have to…”

Feliciano could just feel his pain with the sudden grip in his hold, shaking, the bite to his lips, turning away, not wanting Feliciano to see the shattering in his eyes.

“Ludwig…I love you, I love you so much and what hurts the most about this is having to leave you behind, but…we don’t have to break up, I can message you every day and we can webcam every chance we get, I’ll send you all kinds of gifts, and you’ll come visit me! We can travel around Italy, and we could even go up to Germany!” He tried to light up, ecstatic for the future chances. He could leave this country behind, but he couldn’t leave Ludwig, and he would make him a part of him even if miles away.

Ludwig finally managed to smile, albeit with still lingering melancholy, because even if they did these things, it still meant time apart, it still meant they couldn’t be with each as often, it still meant him going away while he had to stay here.

“I’ll try what I can for us,” he decided, bringing Feliciano that large smile he adored.

They came into an embrace with strong promises, hands innocently on their backs, hips, necks and the back of their heads, awakening chances, strengthening a bond they knew not even distance could break.

Ludwig and Feliciano made sure to spend those last two resting weeks together, along with other friends Feliciano had made in the company that wanted to wish a proper farewell, luck and even appropriate gifts for all he had done for them. Lovino didn’t mind him staying at Ludwig’s so constantly these last few days, it was better than having him sulking about how much he would miss everybody…especially Ludwig. Lovino himself would leave for a position in Rome like his brother in a couple of months as well, so this wouldn’t be the last he would have of his younger brother. Now with Antonio…he was glad Feliciano was out of the house to have him over more often.

Despite the time Ludwig and Feliciano had been together, the intensity of their kisses, of their touches, their grinding and rutting, they really hadn’t been able to have appropriate sex. Ludwig sometimes hated that he waited this long, that he had to leave it for Feliciano’s last night in the city, when they could have begun to enjoy from something so intimate weeks before, when Feliciano leaving was not a threat, so it would feel wholesome instead of just a kind of special goodbye.

Ludwig had invited Feliciano to his apartment for dinner, advising him to bring wine to go with the menu of smoked trout and goat Cheese rolls, grilled beef, and his try with an orecchiette with broccoli and even some Neapolitan style pizza. Feliciano said the pasta was passable but the pizza was an abomination. He was lucky Lovino wasn’t there to give him a harsh throw of words and deny any blessings to this relationship. They ended up laughing about it, cuddling in the couch, sharing in wine and chocolate coated almonds as they spoke on, hands treading on curves of hips, on arms, sometimes falling silent to just let themselves stare to the wonderful glow of red on their skin, on the stars in their eyes, of their breaths reigning, pulling them the ever closer.

It was obvious the moment would lean them into a kiss, to move themselves much closer to the other as their simple touches grew into harshened grasps, just enough to have their moans awaken, which in turn raised the intensity of their want. Feliciano straddled Ludwig’s laps, beginning that rutting they very well knew while their hands continued to move all over them, through hair, necks, chests, legs and of course grasping of growing erections. They knew just how to spin, how to push, what parts of their necks to kiss and suck, wanting more of that skin, beginning to remove their shirts, to be granted that much more area for their lips and hands to explore, to arch them, for their voices to expand their melody of passion.

Ludwig decided this was not the appropriate place to start surely what was coming, and while skillfully keeping their lips connected in their wet mending, with swirling tongues and spit falling down to their chins, Ludwig raised them, Feliciano instantly wrapping his legs around those powerful hips, arms around the strength of his shoulder, while he moved them to the comfort of his room and bed.

Before Ludwig landed him on his sheets, he had quickly removed those jeans he wore, even his underwear, so when he did sink into the mattress, he was bare all completely for him to witness.

A golden beauty, seduction incarnated unlike any Ludwig had ever seen. Yes, he wanted that treasure, all that shine, all that love that Feliciano already welcomed with the opening of his arms…and legs. Ludwig quickly removed whatever was left of his clothing, for Feliciano to see his well form, majestic and powerful, having him dread that he kept it often concealed, but also vengeful for if any other could take a stare, could have this view. No, no, only his, Ludwig was only his, and with the choking embrace he gave him, their naked bodies lying across every inch of skin to feel and grow by its warmth, he enunciated the owning of this territory for him.

While they moved, while theirs hands and arms were all over their bodies, while they kissed in ferocity, Ludwig reached for the bedside table, where he kept them, where he stored them after he bought them that morning expecting this to finally happen. A good bottle of lube, a good pack of condoms, all to which Feliciano smirked as Ludwig laid them on the bed, taking the lube to start the preparation. Feliciano was more than eager, only a small hesitation in the way his eyes took every process of Ludwig opening the package, biting his lips in anticipation as he drenched his fingers enough with the clear substance. Ludwig neared, he pointed, laying comforting kisses on his thighs, Feliciano laying down, keeping his stare to the ceiling as Ludwig took the first dive. It began simple, movements that Feliciano only gave small cringes to, slowly accepting, slowly feeling it pleasure, having him calling, moving against them.

“More…” he moaned, with bites against his lips to keep himself from giving any other larger shout. Ludwig obeyed, loving that hint of a beg, loving how he made him contort, with a harshened grip on the sheets, heightening his voice the more he plunged. He loved it, he loved that voice, he wanted it louder, and in his intent, he began to move his fingers much quicker, deepening, hitting all the nerves that made Feliciano’s movements much rougher against it, now shouting along uncaring, just the way Ludwig wanted it.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop,” he suddenly wanted and Ludwig did so, giving him the space to breathe, to settle in his sheets, to regain enough just to speak.

To help him calm, Ludwig traced his fingers over his legs, watching how it helped him enough to regain his normal breathing, for his entire body to take a sudden rest.

“What happened? Did I…do something wrong?” Ludwig asked worriedly, ready for any kind of apology.

“No, no, quite the opposite, you were so good and I…didn’t want to cum before um…” he turned so beautifully shy with an enchanting shade of red that Ludwig couldn’t help his chuckle, from leaning and placing a dear kiss on his head.

“Thank you,” Ludwig told him, coming down into his embrace, settling well between his legs, making sure he was comfortable, that there was no fear in his expression before he let his hand line up his erection with his entrance, deliciously letting his tip rub against it, creating already enough of a sensation to Feliciano, who was arching and letting out little moans.

“May I?” Ludwig asked like such a gentleman that Feliciano found himself shouting in delight.

“Aaahhh, sì, sì, dio, sì!” He begged once again in the most beautiful way and Ludwig couldn’t deny him, as well as himself, any longer. He took the plunge, a hardened feat at first as he tried to make his way in, wanting not to be as hurtful, but no matter it was still a hard intrusion that had Feliciano whimpering, straining, gripping ever harsher to the large pillow now. It made Ludwig hesitant to continue, to just leave it at this depth, but then Feliciano moved his gripping to his shoulders.

“Ke-keep going,” he still wanted.

“Feliciano you look really strained, I don’t want to hurt you."

“Oh god, Ludwig! Just keep going! I’ll get used to it, it’s just-ah! It’s just big, bu-but I can deal!” He whimpered.

With a sigh, keeping a hand to soothe his hair, the other balancing on the bed, he began his push, slow no matter the commands Feliciano gave him. He did obey in trying to get deeper and deeper, until all his member was buried in his tightness, in his warmth, and it was the most amazing wrapped feeling Ludwig had ever experienced and he feared it would be enough for him to release that instant.

“Mmm, so good, so damn good-aaahhh,” he vocalized along with moans, breathing beside Feliciano’s head as he tried to control himself from going crazy in this kind of high and delight. Feliciano arched as he slowly got used to this delicious, amazing fullness, hands tracing sweetly on his back, easing him into their union, into the air of ecstasy, in the accomplishments of finally having each other like this. Feliciano smiled against the side of his face, one hand now rubbing at the back of his hair, then filling it with kisses and licks, until it had awakened Ludwig enough to begin his slow movements. So simple, yet enough to have Feliciano shouting, tightening his hold and whispering so enchantingly into his ear: “Aaahhh, moreee.” Ludwig couldn’t take it any longer, and with a tighter grip of the hand on his bed, the other on Feliciano, he began fastening and fastening and fastening until the bed joined along in his harsher movements, until Feliciano was shouting with each thrust, moving them along, in his hips, in the grips he had of Ludwig’s shoulder, in his moans, in his shut eyes lost to the euphoria, enough of a request of continuation and hardening. Any intensity, any loss of control was accepted and Feliciano welcomed it with wrapping his legs around his waist in a heavy grip, only strengthening Ludwig’s desire to go as untamed as he wanted, potent in those dips that had Feliciano’s screams heightening, into a mess, into frayed movements that only personified the extreme bliss he felt as Ludwig kept bringing him those powerful thrusts. God, how he still wanted him to go harder and faster and Ludwig would find a sure way to comply, to drive him crazier, to always bring a new alight of stars to both their eyes. Ludwig swore that this was what heaven felt like, that there would be no warmth more fulfilling, an embrace more loving, moans more symphonic, a more cushioned ass and thighs that held to him in quite a refresh he never thought he would find in an act such as this. So euphoric, so delighted, he didn’t feel the scratches on his back or wherever Feliciano desperately carved, it only added to his rapture, to the nearing climax that he tried not to give into, but oh god Feliciano tightened, he extended the most beautiful moan, his curls and bangs departing to reveal a face of angelic glow.

“Aaahhh, Ti amo, ooohhh, Ti amo cosi, cosi, cosi, tanto-aaahhh!” How could he continue to hold himself with someone that beautiful, that divine, that damn…perfect? Ludwig strengthened those last thrust, a quickening that made Feliciano lose any kind of ground essence, letting his screams take a volume of their own, uncontrolled as Ludwig’s meeting movements and raises.

“Du bist ein Engel des Himmels, Und oh Gott, ja, ja, ja, ich liebe dich, Gott ja, ich liebe dich!”

That did it.

Hoping to have them both joined in release, Ludwig helped Feliciano finish with a pump of his erection, drenching them both in white as they shouted out, as they gave in to the deepest shallow to let themselves ride the last of that force.

As soon as it began to settle away, Ludwig dropped and Feliciano left him use himself as his rest, both creating a melody of exhausted breaths. Sweat coated skin mixed along as one as their bodies still moved against each other while regaining their breaths.

As energy was restored, as other movements were given, they used it to caress at their hair, at their sides, meeting with a deepening gaze of their eyes, smiling and in it enough to show each other how incredible, intensifying and loving it had all been.

As it dwindled, as they had enough to be aware, Feliciano dared move back against him, to the union that still continued. Ludwig was left wide eyed, starring back to Feliciano to see him with a smile, a bite on his lips, teasing eyes and raised eyebrows.

“You…want to do it again?” Ludwig wondered as much.

“Luddy, I’m leaving tomorrow. I want the most I can get from you and I’m prepared to have no sleep tonight.”

Oh god that smirk, that new heat, that new vivacity that Ludwig completely wanted a part of.

“At least…let me change the condom,” he blushed in embarrassment, to Feliciano so cute, so sweet, leaning to place a simple kiss on his cheek.

“Of course, caro.”

Three more times, he had Feliciano four times in total that night, against the headboard of his bed, sideways, and had him riding lastly, in that very position falling against his chest, three in the morning when they decided to finally fall asleep, Ludwig so tired he couldn’t even stand for a shower, preferring to just hold Feliciano tight and let themselves drift together to dream.

Somehow they woke up in the shine of the morning, on the heaviness of a day Ludwig would lose Feliciano. The first thing they met as their eyes opened was their own gazes, with meeting smiles, new caresses…and new passionate heats. They were quick with reaching towards their lips, with hardening, with biting, licking, tongues swirling, continuous crashes of that softness that they never wanted to cease. Oh, Feliciano wanted him, for a full day to go at it again and again and again. He picked a condom from the package as he leaned down to take his penis into his mouth, licking, sucking and even rubbing with his hands, all having Ludwig begin new moans and bucks. In a break, he ripped the new one, beginning to place it on him, placing kisses down to the last of skin before it was completely covered. Feliciano didn’t waste time in mounting him, in rising enough to prepare him into his entrance, only a small amount of lube to enter in his hole. He was confident that he was slicked enough after the many times they did it in the night. He had it in him easy, the intrusion one now of ultimate bliss, that he welcomed with his own high moans as he adjusted, hands on his chest to balance himself, Ludwig extending his arms to grab his thighs, feeling on their creaminess, sending an assurance to start the movements he craved and Feliciano didn’t hesitate.

The rocking began, a hard one that messed the bed once again, that lost them in the wonder, moans released, Ludwig by know knowing just the spot to hit to drive Feliciano crazy in his rise and drop. Ludwig raised his legs to give Feliciano a better hold and rest, better to let himself harsh as he grasped tightly to his knees, head rolled, looking upward as if he was accepting heaven.

Of all the moments to receive a call.

Any other and Feliciano would have easily ignored it, continue on uncaring when he had these onslaughts. There was nothing else he wanted to give his attention to at the moment…but it was Lovino and they had decided he would take him to the airport, with his car having his luggage and everything. He reached for his cellphone from the bedside table, while leaning down his chest above Ludwig’s face, Ludwig taking the chance to lay kisses, to let his hands caress so endearingly sweet on his back, Feliciano shouting, but he had to bite it down as he accepted the call.

“Pronto?” He answered as normally as he could, rising once again to his sitting, eyes on nothing but on the shine of Ludwig’s eyes, all while continuing his movements.

“Hey, I’m about to head out to Ludwig’s place to pick you up, be ready and all that,” he warned.

“O-okay, wi-will do,” he tried to control his voice, although he couldn’t avoid how his face contorted in pure ecstasy, how he smashed himself more harshly unto Ludwig, the blond forcing himself to bite his lips to not come out with any moans that might reveal. This was not the position he wanted Lovino to suspect, even though it somehow made the situation hotter, Ludwig raising his hips more strongly, as if really testing Feliciano. No matter how he rolled his eyes, how he met those movements, how his grip on his knees turned tighter, Feliciano avoided all screams, all mewls, but he did leave out some huffs, some breaths, ones that surely Lovino would notice.

“Hey, are you all right? …Don’t tell me you’re crying with Mr. Hasselhoff over there,” Lovino still angered.

Feliciano wanted to laugh, but he only managed a smile in Ludwig’s direction, with quite a seductive wink that couldn’t make Ludwig hold that small groan.

“Oh yes, we’re really sad, sorry.” Harder slaps, pushes, Feliciano falling until he had one arm supporting him on the bed, only centimeters from Ludwig’s face, with a smile, hips continuing their banging.

Ludwig was incredibly tempted to ravage those lips that instant.

“Well pack it up and get going, I’ll be there in like fifteen minutes,”

“All right.” Feliciano hung up without another hesitation, letting the phone drop to the floor so he could focus instead on those impending thrusts, of screaming out before they finally crashed their lips, as harshened as the meet of their hips, hands on their rears pushing into the intensifying, into the growing of their sounds, into the bang of the bed against the wall.

With Feliciano keeping a last tightening hold of the headboard, he shouted out his release, Ludwig giving one last buck to give his own, joining in Feliciano’s screams, falling into the same heap that was common for every time they finished.

Oh god why did they have to say goodbye to this, to their naked holds, to caresses no matter the sweat that fell, even the sweet kiss they now shared.

A new rumbling in Feliciano’s phone, this time a text from Lovino saying that he was on his way and he would be there in a couple of minutes. They both jolted up and rushed, taking their shower together, fixing up their clothing and Feliciano dealing with a quick breakfast, not really enough after all the energy they used last night plus his still hurting hips.

Feliciano had just finished dealing with his hair when he heard the honk from Lovino’s car, of course impatient and hurrying. Feliciano sighed but knew they he had to, his being saddening, holding himself to the curtain of Ludwig’s window as a sort of way to keep him grounded there. Ludwig, now appropriately dressed, came forward, wrapping himself around his waist, kissing his shoulders, getting Feliciano exhilarated, with little huffs, a hand going to caress at his hair, savoring this. Another honk, elongated and annoying, interrupting, both defeated and knowing they had to apart.

Keeping a hold of their hands, Ludwig brought Feliciano over to the door, only a simple bag with last night’s clothes over his shoulder. The door was opened and Feliciano was out the threshold, but he turned to him, placing a hand over Ludwig’s chest, rubbing the area, looking up to him, taking that last gaze of those blue eyes in person, Ludwig letting his hand caress at his, taking the last of that softness there for him.

“Please come see me in Italy, and message me when you can. If you want, I can call you every night,” Feliciano wished hoping to make this more easygoing, filling it with more hope.

“I’ll send you all kinds of pictures of the dogs.”

“And what you bake?”

“Definitely.” To assure him he placed a kiss on his hand.

They came into an embrace, getting that warmth, that protection, that last familiar hold. A last kiss, longing for something more, but another honk reminded and Feliciano really did have to go before it got too late.

“I love you, so, so, so much,” Feliciano wanted to assure before leaving.

“And I love you as much,” Ludwig smiled, with one last little peck to his lips before Feliciano had to move away, never stopping his waving until he was taking the elevator down.

Ludwig heard him mount Lovino’s car, then driving on ahead fast…in speeds Ludwig was starting to think had been illegal.

He was gone, out, leaving his apartment empty and desolated, with no song, no passion and no light. Was this how things were going to be like from now on? Could he really just…cook, bake, take the dogs on their walk, work on some designs, continue on like it was any other day without Feliciano being a constant presence anymore? He dropped and slumped in the couch, for now accepted, but already missing that heat of his skin, that brush of any part of him over his own body, his voice, his topics, his smile. The dread had been so much that he hadn’t really stood from the sinking until he got a text from Feliciano reading: ‘Just about to board the plane. I’ll send you something once I land in Rome’ and three little hearts that added quite the sweetness.

He sighed, he would just have to deal, continue on, do what he could with only but messages like this to fill whatever needed presence of him.

In his mind he was already planning his visit to go see him, and so he would work to earn himself that chance.

‘Aww, Sasha adorable as always’

‘She’s a sweetie and she loved the Nussecke’

‘Now I want some Nussecke. I wish I could be babysitting with you~’ Feliciano truly pouted from his lean on the desk, going up the conversation to stare at the picture Ludwig sent him just a bit earlier.

It was of a little girl munching on the triangle treats, brown hair and face covered in flour as well as her shirt and jeans, but it did not cease her joy, her smile as she took it into her mouth.

She was the daughter of a neighbor from the apartment next to Ludwig’s, a single mother who constantly needed help with her daughter and Ludwig offered himself as a good babysitter. Feliciano never thought such a job would be so fitting to him, making him the more endearing and sweet, letting him blush the more at the pride that this man was his boyfriend.

It had been a year and a couple of months since they got into this relationship, months of this long distance, of missing one another heavily, of sad nights where they really wanted their embraces and closeness to relieve of whatever anxiousness, dread or load from their jobs.

Yes, Feliciano currently had the job he wanted, a great office, frames on his wall of his best projects, establishing and getting a known name in the city. The pay was great and more than enough to pay his living by himself even if Lovino was living in the city too, even had his own office in the very building. Everything was perfect…he just wished Ludwig could be a part of it as well, that he could finally visit him and spend those weeks they constantly planned and talked about. But then he would leave…and it would be the same repetition, the same suffering, the same longing and fault that left him crying in the nights already. Oh he loved Ludwig, he loved him so much and yes he would love to keep a hold of him for their entire lives, but he hated that they had to deal with their relationship like this, that they both could have such and amazing sweet moments on their own and they couldn’t be there to enjoy from them together.

‘I know you’re in your office, but can I call for a moment?’ He then texted.

Feliciano wasn’t really doing anything but dealing with some messages sent from the customers he worked for in the month. ‘Of course!’ In only seconds his phone was ringing with his call.

“Caro!” he greeted as dearly as always, just enough joy to lift him from his earlier sorrow.

“Liebling, how is everything?” Ludwig asked before anything.

“Oh, everything is going well. You know the Never Land theme I made for the Toselli kids?”

“Of course, it was spectacular. I showed it to others here in the company and they were heavily impressed. Now I’m trying to convince Gilbert not to buy a ship and stick it to his living room wall.” Ludwig rolled his eyes but Feliciano chuckled at the thought.

“They finally showed it to their kids, they sent me package of pictures of their reactions and it’s all adorable. They loved what I did and now I have new numbers of parents who want something similar for their own.” He was truly proud, excited to try new themes and bring more wonder to the living spaces of these kids.

“I’m very proud of you, and speaking of ships and Never Land, I think we should really start discussing my visit to see you.”

Feliciano jumped silently on his position, smiling wildly and ecstatic.

He was finally coming, he was finally coming!

“Yes, yes, yes, I want to be with you so badly. You have to see Rome! And we should go down to Sicily! Oh, oh! I have relatives that have a beautiful villa in the countryside, and we can go to Genoa too!”

Ludwig chuckled, not minding any of those mentionings at all.

“And then, and then, Germany! We can go see your family at Hannover, and I’ve always wanted to do a road trip around Bavaria!”

Ludwig could practically see the stars shinning around him. “I’m sure we’ll have the time. What’s the best time to visit?”

“It doesn’t matter! Come any time you want! I’ll reschedule projects if I have to!”

“How about right now?”

“Well if you can find a flight at this short notice, sure!”

“Actually I already went through my flight.”

Silence.

“Huh?”

“I think you should head out of your office.”

“Don’t tell me you just arrived to the airport! Luddy!” He hurriedly picked his car keys and headed straight to the door, ready to make his fast haste to pick him up.

“Actually…” Feliciano opened the door. “I’m right here.” With a proud smile, holding the phone still to his ear and surrounded by large luggage.

“Luddy!” Feliciano shouted, jumping head straight into his embrace, both dropping their phones to feel the caress of them after so long, that missed warmth, those scents familiar and non-changing, Feliciano not missing a chance to bury himself in it at the crook of his neck. He nuzzled him and Ludwig indulged in the form of his back, in the softness of his arm, placing an occasional kiss on his hair, until Feliciano raised his head and instantly had their lips meet, in enough of a melt to actually lean them down both to the floor, in the loss of everything but this. There was the luggage as obstacle but they somehow managed to lay somewhere between them, until they were laying upon one another as if they were in the privacy of their own beds.

“You’re here! You’re here! You’re here!” Feliciano kept shouting, not believing it still, holding him tighter, proving himself to this more real, and if it was a dream, maintaining himself in it for as long as he could.

“But-but-” he suddenly stood, sitting them and hoping that they could now talk appropriately. “When did you leave? How did you find the company? And why did you bring so many bags?”

“Last night. I called Lovino, he told me, convinced him to keep my visit a surprise, still couldn’t get him to pick me up, so I just took a taxi,” Ludwig shrugged it, helping Feliciano to get them both to stand once again. “As for why I have so many bags…well I wanted to tell you later but-”

“Hola! Estoy aqui y listo para la vitta bella!” Feliciano did not expect to see Antonio crashing in through the elevator with his own countless bags, waving ecstatically and making his way between them, surely to where Lovino’s lay.

“Antonio?”

“Um…” The elevator dinged once again with a group now, most not holding luggage, others with many as Antonio and Ludwig.

“I like our building better,” he recognized Neereja, there was also Gupta, Roshaun, João, Sadiq, Yong, Corisande, basically many who had been in the company.

“Um…what are they all doing here?” Feliciano asked, hoping that the question wasn’t rude, he was just curious.

“So um…I decided that the company should have a new base, so I opened a new one here…in Rome.”

Feliciano was frozen, letting that settle well, letting him realize. “You…you-you…seriously?”

Ludwig nodded eagerly.

“He really did,” Corisande assured.

“Hired many of us to make the move over here,” Gupta added.

“Right after you left he started working on this idea,” Roshaun.

“I wish my own significant would open up a new base just to be closer to me,” Sadiq dreamed.

“But I mean, a chance to work in Rome, Italy, who could deny that?” Yong exclaimed.

“The new place is three blocks from here, it’s still in the preparations, I actually suggested that they should just wait until everything was rightfully ready, but…” The elevator rang once again, yet another group coming, waving and greeting and making their space in the hall, filling it with all kinds of chatter now. “They were impatient, and most of them wanted to see you and-”

“Can we all crash at your place while we get our own?” Emil said squeezing himself between the crowds to greet others.

“How many came?” Feliciano wanted to know, seriously thinking how he was going to fit them all in his apartment.

“About…” Ludwig really tried to count how many he brought on his head.

“Twenty-seven!” Elizabeta shouted from her spot.

“Ludwig…I don’t think…”

Ludwig shushed him and leaned to whisper enough, “don’t worry, I got some contacts, three hostels to take them until then, but they’re still looking for an excuse to stay at your place.”

Feliciano took a breath of relief. He would drive himself crazy dealing with all these people, even if they had been once amazing co-workers.

“Well, we could all go out to eat?” He didn’t think he had enough groceries at home to feed them all, but they all chanted and celebrated at the chance.

“Are you paying?” Sadiq shouted.

“Haha! No!”

While all excited, all who had been downstairs reached up as well, Antonio and Lovino leaving the office hand in hand giving each other sweet smiles to join the rest. Feliciano pulled Ludwig away into a corner they could leave to themselves for a moment.

“So…you’re really moving here?” He had to really make sure.

“Yes, for as long as I’m able. I’m not going to let anything separate us now.” He raised his hand to leave a kiss to them, rubbing them in oath.

“But-but, what about your company back in America? And Gilbert, and your family?”

“I left it under new management, and Gilbert actually left back to Germany, got himself a good opportunity ther. He promised to come over here to visit. Germany is either a car ride, a train ride or a short flight away. I’m closer to my family than I was back in New Jersey. Honestly I didn’t care about the states, I was just there because of the offer I was given, but this one, it means more, with a perfect location, and you, you, you.” It was truly what excited him the most, the sureness that didn’t make Feliciano question this any longer, that just accepted his now staying presence with another strong hug, with sways, with laughter.

“Can we still plan that trip we were talking about?”

“Of course, we have a couple of days before we all start working here.”

“I still can’t believe it…Luddy….your Company is going to be my competition!” He laughed.

“I’m pretty confident in mine,” Ludwig dared smirk.

“Who knows, things can happen, maybe you’ll end up being my intern,” Feliciano teased.

“Hmm…” Ludwig leaned and whispered: “I assume that would be enough of a permission to make out in your office.” He had once been so shy and embarrassed about this, but now, it was all he wanted and could think about in his more heated moments.

Feliciano smirked in turn and leaned to whisper in his own ear: “We could do so much more than just make out.” He licked his cheek to signify enough of the implications.

Ludwig found himself wanting to act on them right now. It was deserving after having only dealt with pictures, naughty webcam chats and sexting. Then again…they were still out there, with a hall full of people that wanted to celebrate this beginning of a new opportunity.

“How about we leave that for tonight?” Ludwig smirked and Feliciano accepted, tippy toeing and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

Taking their hands, letting themselves be close finally, the touch of their waist fulfilling enough, they moved into the group to enjoy from the missed chats, from the missed environment that had granted Ludwig and Feliciano their love.

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