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jarofstyles · 1 year ago

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Warnings- public sex/exhibitionism, unprotected sex, slight degrading but also praise kink, soft!dom H

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The Italian sun was turning his skin golden. He knew that it was definitely time for a sunscreen application again, but the beams of warmth felt too damn good on his body to be assed to get up.

Besides- he had Y/N’s leg hitched over his as she napped in the familiar sunbeams he was soaking in.

After a particularly stressful week, Y/N had had enough. She chartered a yacht, called her assistant to defer her calls and woke Harry up from his meditation nap to pack his bags. They were on the private plane before he even properly woke up, but he couldn’t complain.

The water was impossibly blue, the weather was perfect and their boat was heavenly. He’d never been on a vacation quite like this. He’s actually been to Italy for a bit when he did an exchange program, but he hadn’t been able to just relax. He’d spent his time exploring and studying when he was here, picking up the language, learning the people, his surroundings. There wasn’t time to just… be

A week back in Italy with the best food, a private boat and villa and the most beautiful woman he had ever met, all expenses paid? He would be a fool to turn that down. All he needed to do was help her unwind. That meant hiding her work phone from her, massaging her shoulders, letting her sleep on him like she was now, and giving her every bit of affection and sex that she could possibly want.

‘You work so hard, darling. Deserve a break. I’ll take care of you.’ Was what he had told her when they boarded the boat, kissing her lips as he felt her hands grip his shorts. They had been particularly slutty this trip, something he really liked. His new brand of shorts were cut closer on the thigh, in a variety of colors. Y/N had appreciated them greatly.

It was after the first round of sex that day that Y/N requested they spend some time up on the deck. The warmth was welcome to her, he could tell. It was his job to relax her, to keep her sane, and he liked to think he did a pretty good job of it- both with his words and his cock. This time, though, he could tell she had been particularly drained from work and he made it his mission to keep her as relaxed as possible. Their drinks sat on the ledge behind them, condensation sweating the glasses. Y/N’s book was abandoned with a bookmark haphazardly placed in it, her cheek pressed against his bicep.

The concept of a midday nap for her was unheard of. Harry had been with her for a while now, and in his time knowing her he had never experienced it. That’s how he knew she was really exhausted. Fingers stroked the hair from her face with his opposite hand, simply observing her as she slept. A soft vulnerability was painted on her features as her guard was completely down. In her sleep, Harry could see just how sweet she could look. In everyday life, she was a very powerful and merciless businesswoman. She was wealthy beyond his comprehension and she had gotten to that point because she took no prisoners. She had to, in order to get what she wanted. He’d seen firsthand her cold demeanor and her stoic, practiced words when she was at work and they’d be interrupted.

No one besides Harry had ever seen the woman beg for anything. No one had seen tears drip down her face when she was overstimulated, no one had seen how mushy she got after an entire night of hot sex where he took care of her. Despite the fact that they switched around who was in charge and he very much loved being a good boy for her, Harry liked seeing her soften up for him. Being exposed to a side of one of the country’s most powerful people that no one else had gotten the chance to see? It made him feel powerful all in himself.

When their arrangement had started, she had taken the reigns for the most part. She’d needed to get comfortable with him, which had taken some time. The first night he had taken over control had been a bit of a power struggle, but she took to it well after getting a real taste of what Harry could do.

Being able to comfort her, even in moments like this, made him smile.

“I can feel you staring.” Y/N voice slurred against the skin of his arm, rubbing her nose against it as she shifted to tuck her face into his neck. “Rude.”

Harry’s heart warmed with the rays of the sun, turning slightly so he was facing her before gathering up her sleepy form in his arms. “How could I not stare? When the lioness is asleep, it’s the best time to observe the beauty.” Lips pressed against her warm forehead, letting her leg tighten around his waist. Looking down, he could see some of the bruises he had left on her silky skin. Fingerprints on her thighs, a few on her hips. A sense of satisfaction went through him as he felt her lips give a chaste peck to his throat, exhaling heavily. He had done this. He got to experience this woman fully.

“Lioness? I’d say Tigress, if anything.” Her sleepy laugh made him smile. “How long was I out?” Stretching her body out, she shook for a second before curling back up against his side. It did things to his heart that he didn’t want to talk about.

“An hour.” His fingers returned to her waist, rhythmically dragging up and down the curve of it. “Passed right out. You’re exhausted, love.” It was a bit concerning. Y/N handled pressure very well, stress even better since Harry had entered her life- but he could see some cracks forming before they’d left. “M’glad you took us here. You needed a break. I worry about you.” He spoke against her hair, knowing she didn’t like it when he worried.

“I’m okay.” Her voice was soft. “I… I remembered what you’d said about feeling a breaking point coming and doing something about it before you reach it. I was there.” Opening up wasn’t easy for her in the slightest, but Harry had been her confidant for a bit now. He never judged her, always stressed the importance of mental health along with her physical. “I just wanted to go somewhere we could just relax. It’s still hard for me.”

That much, Harry knew all too fucking well. Y/N was always wound up tight. She was coiled like a snake for most of her day. Being a woman in her position, unfortunately she had to be. She had to work twice as hard and be twice as defensive because men were awful and believed they deserved her position, her success more simply because they were men. It was sick and wrong but Harry understood why she had to feel on the guard all the time.

“I know it is.” The reply was soft. “But m’teaching you, aren’t I?” He was a very relaxed person now that he didn’t have to work at the bar. He was able to work on his music, do his yoga, bake his treats, and focus on this fucking gorgeous woman’s pleasure. For some, it wouldn’t be fulfilling. For Harry? It was a dream come true. He loved teaching her how to relax.

“You’re doing a good job.” Y/N chuckled, pulling her face from the refuge of his neck. “Got a pretty boy with equally as pretty words to help me with that.” Her own fingers came up to stroke the facial hair sprouting on his face. She was a very big fan of it, he was finding out. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and she seemed mesmerized.

“Just pretty?” He smiled, feeling her finger pop into his dimple. “I’d prefer… beautiful. Gorgeous. Ruggedly handsome, even. Sexy is acceptable too.” The quips were met with a laugh from the woman, face tilting up and catching his lips.

Harry was pleasantly surprised. Y/N was shy with her kissing at times. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it- she reacted with her whole body when he kissed her- but she didn’t initiate it too much. The opportunity was not going to be wasted. His mouth responded immediately, a happy hum leaving his throat. Fingers gripped her thigh and pulled her tighter against him as she shyly brushed his tongue against hers. Impressive. She was making a lot of the first moves, and he was ecstatic about it.

She tasted like orange juice, the mimosa’s from breakfast back on her tongue. Harry was taking in every bit of it, one hand curled around the back of her neck while the other kept her thigh against his hip, languid greed encompassing the kiss as he took a bit of the control away from her. There was that buzzing in his stomach, cock thickened as her body heat outshined the sun. In the middle of the boat, he didn’t have a care in the world other than keeping her satisfied.

“Mmm.. S’sweet.” He mumbled against her lips, going back in for more. “Open that pretty mouth f’me. Don’t be shy. I want everything from you.” He was going to milk this for everything he could. Her fingers slid into his hair, the manicured nails gently grazing his scalp and making him groan loudly. Chills flushed on his skin as he pulled her closer, cock pulsing in the shorts as he felt her arch into him. She knew what that did to him, the minx.

His tongue found hers before he sucked on it lightly, fingers diggling into her thigh as he pulled back just a bit. He felt her fingers tug on his hair again, trying to pull his mouth back to her own. It was refreshing to feel her need for him. “You’re starting something, darling.” He warned slowly. “M’not going to stop it if you continue.”

“Don’t.” Was her reply, pushing herself further against him. “We can do anything.”

Harry was surprised by her response. They definitely weren’t fully alone, but no one would come out on to the deck if they weren’t requested. Y/N had asked for privacy beforehand. The crew of the large boat stayed below deck… And honestly? Harry didn’t give a fuck if someone from another boat saw them. He was going to take this opportunity to pleasure his woman.

Rolling them over, he heard her squeak as he hovered on top of her. Eyes opened, the lusty haze making her grin as his body was backlit from the sun. He looked like her own personal angel. Swollen pink mouth and scruffy face, he was sent directly from wherever wet dreams originated from to be the one that took care of her.

“Filthy girl.” He whispered. “S’that what you want? Do you want me to do whatever I want to you?” He leaned his nose against her nose, brushing the skin as she nodded.

“Yes.” The word was breathy, unlike her normal cadence.

Harry grinned that filthy grin that made Y/N’s cunt clench around nothing, the promise of more in his eyes making her blink up at him. She had worked so hard, kept it together so well.. All she wanted to do was fall apart under him. Be dirty, take a risk for once in her controlled life. They’d fucked around many places, but she could see other boats not too far away. She knew it was risky.

“Oh, sweet fucking girl. You’ll let me tug this top off?” He questioned, tugging the cups of her bathing suit down slowly to give her a chance to say no. She didn’t. He pulled the fabric over her pebbled nipples, grunting in his throat as he took a look at her beautiful tits on display for him. “Hm.. Beautiful girl. That’s what you are.” Dipping down her body, he showed no hesitation taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

Sucking on the bud, he heard her gasp and fingers grip his hair as he methodically pulled the sensitive nipple into his mouth, brushing his tongue against it. So warm, her skin smelled like her body wash and salt from the ocean as he lathed his tongue over it again. Teeth brushed it ever so slightly as he pulled back, eliciting a gasp from her before he switched breasts with a satisfied groan.

Yes. This is what his girl needed. His sweet, overworked, filthy minded girl. His cock was dripping into his shorts, the risk of the situation and her need for him arousing him more than he had been in a long time.

“More.” She whimpered. The one word was enough to get him to pause, looking at her with his blown out eyes. Mournfully releasing her nipple again, his wet lips opened to speak to her.

“More? Are you asking for me to fuck you, pretty baby?” His low tone made her clit throb, nodding frantically as she felt him press his fingers against her covered cunt. The bathing suit did little to hide her arousal. He could feel her heat, feel the slickness of her, and he knew he needed to take her. Now. “Yeah? Y’want me to tug this to the side and slip right in?” He spoke against her lips, pressing a kiss there before moving to her jaw. “Want my cock tucked up inside you, nice n’snug?”

Fingers tugged the fabric to the side, leaving her slick cunt exposed to the ocean air. To him. She shuddered under him as she peeled her eyes open, watching in anticipation as his hand went for his shorts between them. Slipping them down just enough to expose himself, he grit his teeth. “Hm?” His voice prodded her. He was covering her body, sure, but it would be obvious what they’d be doing.

Her body jolted when he tapped the ruddy tip of his leaking cock against her cunt, nestling it between her slit while he got himself wet.

“Yes.” She had been reduced to a beg. Y/N was usually much more talkative, much more of a tease, but she couldn’t be right now. This was exactly what the woman wanted. She wanted Harry to take over and make her forget all of her troubles. “Please. Just do it.”

Harry didn’t need much convincing.

She was still a bit sensitive from their sex when they’d woken up, a broken whimper leaving her throat as she felt the tip press into her. It was embarrassing how wet she was just from this. The man had made it near impossible to not be affected by his presence and she was too tired to pretend she wasn’t.

Harry’s cock was thick and long and the perfect size to fuck her dumb. To make her mind shut up about anything other than how good it felt. After long days in the office, it’s exactly what she’s needed. It was no different now, eyes falling shut as her head rolled back, legs closifn around his hips to urge him deeper. There was no need to fake that she wasn’t greedy.

“Fuck.” Harry grunted, feeling himself bury into her. “You needed it again. My poor girl. Needed me to take care of you.” He pressed his mouth against hers again before slowly moving, grinding inside of her as her fingers tugged the hair at the nape of his neck. It was a tight, wet paradise being locked inside of her. Shallow thrusts, feeling her clench up around him, he slipped a hand under her head to hold the back of her neck.

“Needed me so bad that you’re taking my cock right in front of everyone. What a filthy, nasty girl you are. So desperate for my prick to be buried in that sweet little pussy all over again that… you don’t even care if you’re caught.” He was working her up. Dirty talk got to her. Stimulated her in a way that he knew she wouldn’t admit to loving when she wasn’t hanging off his cock, but when she was?

She ate it up. Every crumb.

Legs stayed tight around him as he moved slowly, so fucking deep that she could cry. This was what she needed. Harry was right. She was desperate and dirty and she didn’t care if people were even right next to them, she had wanted him to be inside of her more than anything. This was her escape.

“No, my dirty girl just wants to soak me again. You want people to see how wet you get around me? How filthy and sticky you leave my cock every time I pull out? It goes right down to my thighs, you know.” His velvety voice was wrapped around her head. “You’re not happy unless m’balls deep inside of you. Greedy thing.” He crooned, feeling a bit more of her slick coating his cock. Fuck, he was obsessed. “ But this is a newer development. You’ve always like the idea of someone seeing but… they definitely can right now.”

It got to him, too. His dick was swallowed in her sweet relief, but he knew he wouldn’t last too long. Despite the slow thrusts, they were deep and a bit rough, moving her slightly when he bottomed out. Each thrust was rewarded with a squeak, a moan, a whimper. He was addicted to hear what noise he got next.

“They can see it, baby. If they turn their heads, if they look over, they can see you being fucked. Clinging to me, keeping me close. There’s no way they will be able to mistake it.” Despite the fact he eas covering her and his shorts weren’t fully down, the movements made it obvious. Harry’s always been into adventurous sex, always been into exhibitionism, but it was different here. It sent a heady zing right to his cock. Being a show off, an attention whore, he was in his prime.

“Harry…” she whispered, head tilting back as he bit down on the lobe of her ear. “I can’t. M’gonna cum if you t-talk like that.” She was going to regardless. The sweet press into her spot, his spot really, was perfect. There had been worry that maybe he wouldn’t be able to get her off at the beginning of when they met- no man had properly done it before- but he had exceeded all expectations. He was hers. She was keeping this man as long as she possibly could. He was perfection. Indulging in her like this was just one of the many reasons.

“You’d cum if I was silent. Your cunt loves my cock. Doesn’t she? Loves to be fucked in any way. On your knees, your stomach, riding me… but especially when people can see it.” He licked over her neck, the filth of it making her nails dig into the back of his neck. The stab of pain made him moan, moving a bit harder. It wasn’t fast, wasn’t hurried in the slightest. It was lazy and hot and so goddamn good.

“Yes. I love it. I-I want them to see.” She admitted in a slightly slurred voice, the pleasure already building up with his thrusts. Like sparks over her body. “Want them to watch. I’m gonna-“ she couldn’t finish the word, one of the thrusts stealing her breath.

“I know you want that, my filthy slut. Such a little whore for me.” He laughed, breathy and hot as he covered her lips back with his own. He was about to cum. He could feel her begin to quiver around him. “Going to soak my cock and let them see? So fucking dirty. Letting me fuck you out on this deck, not a care about anything other than getting filled. S’gonna make me cum too.” He looked at her with hazy eyes. The sweat on her forehead, the stickiness of their skin under the hot Italian sun.

All of this was erotic.

“Let go for me, angel.” He decided to pull out the language he knew she loved, nestled against her lips. “Voglio sentirti Bella ragazza. sempre così perfetto. Lascia che mi prenda cura di te, sempre.”

Y/N couldn’t stop it. The rasp of his voice, the Italian falling off his tongue, she came with an intensity she didn’t expect. Mouth falling open as he stole her breath, she finally expelled a moan as she came all over him. Slicked up, creamy and hot, she pulled him in and tried to push him away as the orgasm was worked through.

Harry wasn’t far behind, gritting his teeth as he cursed. His balls tight, he released the heavy load into her cunt, stuttered movement of his hips making him grunt with each finishing stroke. He painted her walls white, pushing it in deep as he groaned against her mouth. Breathing each other in, the movement stopped.

Y/N was full in every sense of the word, legs loosening but staying wrapped around him as her body loosened all its limbs. It was exactly the thing she had needed.

“You okay?” He asked softly, nudging his nose back against hers before pressing chaste kisses to the corners of her lips and the heated cheeks. “Did so good. Fucking perfect, as usual.” His praises made her lips quirk in a smile, returning a chaste peck before falling back to her blissed out features.

“Mhm. Perfect, actually.” Her response was a giggle, the relaxation back on her face. “But I’d like you to stay inside me for a bit.”

Harry rose a brow, trying to keep his softening erection at bay. “Will you behave? I need the nap now.” He needed a bit of time before going again- though keeping himself warm on her cock was a very nice addition to the day.

“Probably not. But I’ll let you sleep for a bit on my chest before I bother you for some more.” She replied, carding her fingers through his slightly sweat damp hair. His forehead fell against her shoulder, shaking in a laugh as he kissed the skin.

“Anything for you.”

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 10 months ago

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Part 4 and we’re really starting to get somewhere. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slasssh

Warnings and tags: 18+ only!! Adult content including: swearing, talk about elderly health (dementia), some angst, talk about fear, strong suggestive talk, kissing, teasing, suggestive flirting, cowboy AU

Word count: 7.2k

Sam woke up with a bright blinding glare shining on his face through his open window. He hardly ever slept past sunrise, so his window curtains were always drawn open to let light in and save on electricity expenses.

It had indeed snowed last night, just about an inch or two, but enough to coat everything outside in a thin frosty blanket that reflected the early morning sun's beams.

Fuck.

If the sun was up, that meant he’d slept in past his alarm. He slipped an arm out from underneath the warmth of his blanket and realized it was really cold in the house but brushed it off at. Lifting his phone from where it laid face down on his bedside table, Sam attempted to tap on the screen but it stayed black. He was sure he’d plugged it in late last night so he reached further to check the connection, but by then it had started to sink into him. Cold house and a dead cell phone... The power must’ve gone out in the middle of the night.

Of course this happened the same night he’d nervously scrolled through his phone to keep his mind occupied while Danny showered in the next room over, not knowing he should have been preserving the battery. There was no way it would have made it through the night.

Thinking of Danny now, he looked into the black mirror of his currently useless phone screen and saw the second hump underneath the covers behind him. Sam tucked his arm back into the covers that had captured their shared body heat and kept them comfortable throughout the night despite the heater stopping at some point.

How ironic he thought, that the only reason Danny had actually come to stay with him was because his heater had broken and yet he hadn’t been able to escape the cold over here either. Perhaps it was a good thing they’d ended up in bed together, otherwise they would have both been freezing their asses off.

Somehow the silver light didn’t seem to bother Danny in his sleep. The blanket was pulled up around his shoulder, covering the bottom half of his face, and the top half was decorated with a sprawl of dark strands of pillow dried curls.

Sam reached over, not minding the way the brisk cool air hit him now, and gingerly picked up a couple of the strands to get a better view of Danny’s quietly sleeping expression. He was magnificent, especially from this distance, and he saw now a light speckling of freckles across the bridge of his nose he’d never noticed before. He honestly couldn’t believe this alluring man had somehow just walked into his life without any warning and boldly declared that he liked him.

Sam had been so afraid of those words when Danny had first spoken them. Uncertainty and fear gripping him in claws laced with paralytic venom.

This morning he felt differently though, like he’d escaped the clutches of his own worryful mind and now his heart was finally free to run its course.

It was refreshing. The days that were to come felt like a new slate, not much unlike the smooth surface of the snow covered ground outside. Already melting away with the sun and ready to nourish the hardened ground and bring about the beginnings of spring.

Danny liked him and he was finally starting to admit that he liked him too.

No matter how badly Sam wanted to crawl further underneath the blankets into the warmth and comfort that the first morning waking up next to Danny provided, he knew all hell must be breaking loose on the ranch. Surly by the time he got his phone charged and back on there would be a dozen missed calls from both Jake and Josh.

There were plenty of ways Sam could have woken Danny up, like a gentle nudge of his shoulder, the tender call of his name, even a sweet good morning kiss. Instead Sam chose to pinch Danny’s nose. Not too hard, but hard enough to restrict air flow and long enough that Danny groaned and slapped his hand away.

“Get up, we overslept” Sam commanded him before tossing the blanket off of them and jumping up.

Danny groaned louder and wrapped his arms around his bare chest with a shudder. “Why's it so cold?”

“Power must’ve gone out in the middle of the night. S’why my alarms didn’t go off”.

Danny’s eyes widened as he took in the presence of the bright sun and fully realized what Sam had said. They had slept in and right now god only knew how long.

“Come on, put some clothes on damn” Sam tore his eyes from the nearly completely undressed man laying in his bed and moved around to the other side of the room where his closet was.

Sam yanked a shirt and a pair of jeans off the hangers and stuffed his long limbs into the garments while Danny disappeared into the living room to find where he’d left his change of clothes. Within minutes Sam was rounding the corner out of his bedroom and nearly ran straight into Danny who was also hurrying towards the bathroom.

“Sorry, go ahead” Danny took a step back and allowed Sam room. There seemed to be some nervousness in the air. Probably because neither of them had the chance to say anything about last night yet in their rush to get ready.

“Thanks” Sam mumbled, feeling weird about thanking him for allowing him first into his own bathroom.

“I’m still going to have to run by the camper. I didn’t bring a toothbrush” Danny spoke up after he rinsed his face off and Sam finished brushing his hair before throwing it up into a messy bun.

“Here you can use one of these” Sam opened one of the drawers in the vanity and revealed an opened value pack of toothbrushes, fishing one out from underneath the thin peeled cardboard and handing it over.

“You an oral hygienist or something?” Danny broke the quiet awkwardness by chuckling at the fact that Sam had a bunch of extra toothbrushes just laying around.

“I’ll have you know I take extra special care of anything that involves oral” Sam replied, effectively silencing Danny again as he stuffed the brush into his mouth to keep from saying anything else. Less than half an hour had passed so far and the sneakiness meter was already at Sam- 1, Danny- 0.

“Honestly,” Sam began after showing Danny where he kept his tube of paste, “Jake used to stumble in drunk off his ass in the middle of the night and pass out on my couch. I got this pack for him when that was happening, but he hasn’t done it in quite a while so they’ve just been sitting in there”.

Danny looked down at the pack again, taking note of how many had already been used, indicating just how many times Jake had woken up hungover and in desperate need of a toothbrush after a long night of drinking. “Wonder why he stopped all of a sudden?”

“Don’t know, but I’m assuming it has something to do with the company he said he had last night. Must be gettin’ him in better spirits”.

Danny nod his head since he had a mouth full of foamy paste as he finished brushing up. He’d learned so much about the Kiszkas since coming to work and live on their ranch. Initially he’d thought despite being related they were all very different in their style and personalities.

Josh the finances behind the whole operation. He kept up appearances and made the big deals that kept the revenue coming in and the business booming.

Jake with his vast knowledge and skill in everything that came along with owning a ranch. Even if he wasn’t as good with people as Josh was, if ever there was a problem Jake was already on top of it coming up with a fast solution.

Then there was Sam of course. He was the glue that held the entire place together in Danny’s eyes. Sam was the go to guy for anything they need from fixing a fence to minding all the animals and everything in between.

The reality of the matter was that they were all very similar at the end of the day. They shared a set of core values: work hard, be honest when it mattered, and they each cared for each other deeply.

Even with a sibling bond as tight as theirs sometimes it wasn’t enough to combat the loneliness of living out here practically in the middle of nowhere. Sam was the only one who lived permanently on the property, but Danny knew Josh and Jake didn’t live far either.

It started to make sense now, maybe that was where a lot of the Kiszka attitude came from. Just being tired of each other and needing a change of company every once in a while- apparently the type of company that you’d take to bed. Hopefully after getting a good fuck in last night both Jake and Sam wouldn’t be at each others throats today.

“There you two are” Josh hollered over at Sam and Danny as they came rolling up the muddy dirt road covered in slowly melting snow in the work truck. “Was about to go banging on your door but I didn’t want to interrupt anything”.

“Fuck is that supposed to mean?” Sam snapped at him, though as soon as the words came out he suddenly got a memory of last night. A phantom pain in his right ass cheek flared up and he fought off the resulting blush that it caused in turn.

“Power went out last night. Our phones didn’t charge so the alarms didn’t go off” he spoke again with more calmness and modesty this time.

“I figured. Just sayin’ Jake told me what happened last night. Sorry your heater broke Danny. I know that camper’s a piece of junk”.

“Don’t suppose you’ll be shelling out the money to get a new one anytime soon though” Sam grumbled under his breath and Danny pushed his elbow into Sam’s side to shut him up. He didn’t want Josh getting the wrong idea that maybe Danny complained about his accommodations to Sam. Shitty camper or not, he needed the place to stay.

“It’s alright, I made myself comfy at Sam’s. He’s a real nice host” Danny replied, making Josh nearly choke on the actual air.

“Sam a good host? I’ll have to take your word for it” he laughed once he’d gathered himself again.

Trying to get Danny back for the elbow jab Sam stepped on his foot, leaving a muddy heel print on the black leather of his boot and Josh raised a brow at their odd behavior.

“What’s going on here? Where’s Jake?” Sam questioned after looking around and seeing that his other older brother was nowhere to be seen.

“Power didn’t just go out at your place last night” Josh informed him. “Whole ranch is down, been on the phone with the electric company all morning. Apparently a couple of power lines got knocked down few miles from here. They said it could be at least another hour until everything’s back on the grid”.

“Fu-” Sam started to swear again but caught himself this time, trying not to remember again how Danny had punished him for his bad words. “Well, that’s a bummer”.

“Yeah…” Josh shot Sam another confused look, not understanding why his usually bad mouthed brother was suddenly correcting himself. “You better go check on Jake at the barn. Guess the snow storm blew open the barn doors and spooked the horses, few of them broke out”.

Sam groaned and started off towards the stables, but before Danny could join him Josh called him back.

“So how’s it really going with Sam?” Josh prodded now that it was just the two of them. “I know he gave you a hard time when you first got here”.

“I imagine he’s that way with everyone” Danny replied intuitively to which Josh huffed and nodded his head. “Really though, he’s fine. We’re getting along much better now”.

“That’s what I thought” Josh continued, folding his arms across his chest with a barely suppressed smirk. “I’ve been watching you two and I’ll have you know I see a lot outside those windows in my office. Sam likes you. I can tell cause he’s hard on you, he wants you to do good”.

Danny felt his cheeks flush and hoped his blush only looked like the cold air was starting to get to him. “I like him too” he admit, “I’ve never met anyone quite like him before”.

“It’s because there is no one quite like him. Or Jake, or me” Josh chuckled, relieved to hear his suspicions were turning out to be true. He wanted his little brother to be happy and Danny seemed like the right kind of person to do just that. Little did he know though that they had already surpassed all expectations of how well they’d end up getting along together last night.

Danny scolded himself for a second for giving into his desires so soon, but Sam was hard for him to resist. Now that he’d been satiated hopefully he’d be able to go back to behaving for him just like Sam had agreed to be good for him last night. Even if Sam had only joked about it before, he was partially Danny’s boss which meant while they were at work he’d have to be on his best behavior. Off work and in Sam’s bed however seemed to be another story. He’d noticed how Sam liked him leading, saw the way Sam gave over control so easily for once, and of course the way he finally came after purposefully defying him for one more slap…

“I bet you’ve already heard about Jake’s heartbreak story” Josh brought Danny back out of his thoughts just in time.

“I have,” Danny replied, though he didn’t know if Josh was aware of his most recent companionship. Considering his closeness with his twin surly he did, but either way it wasn’t Danny’s place to tell him. Questioning Josh seemed to be fair game though, since he was the one who brought up the conversation in the first place. “What about you? No special someone out there?”

“Oh they’re out there” he fought off his smile again. “I’m just a lot better at keeping secrets than the rest of you”.

Danny grinned back at him but diverted his eyes down to the smudge Sam had left on his boot.

“Would you do me a favor?” Josh asked and Danny brought his eyes back up to meet Josh’s again. “Jake is going out of town tomorrow on some business for me. He’ll be back the day after. Would you go with him? I’d get you your own room for the night of course”.

“If that’s what you need from me sure” Danny answered him without hesitation, though in the back of his mind he was wishing it was Sam he would be leaving for a few days with. They probably wouldn’t even have to get separate rooms either.

“I appreciate it” Josh placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder and offered him a genuine unabashed smile this time before letting out a tired sigh. “He thinks he can just go alone wherever, but I’d prefer if someone went along with him. No matter how straight these other businesses around this area seem, you never know when you’re out there dealin what you’re going to run up against”.

“I’m happy to help” Danny assured him before Josh gave him one last pat and excused himself to head back into his office.

As Danny made his way over to the stables to help, he wondered exactly what Josh could be worried about when sending Jake out of town. Maybe Jake had gotten into trouble before? It didn’t sound too far off after the stories Sam told him about Jake getting arrested once and then the drunken sleepovers in the past. Hopefully there wouldn’t be any problems, the last thing he wanted would be to get in Jake’s way.

Just as Danny reached the entrance to the barn a pair of hands reached out and startled him by gripping onto his coat and pulling him around the corner. He was quick to realize it was Sam though when his mouth collided with a pair of soft plush lips. Sam pulled on the collar of his jacket harder, causing Danny to step forward until their chests were flush and he threw a hand up to catch himself on the dusty wooden wall behind Sam’s head.

“Where’s Jake?” Danny asked once he got the chance to breathe for a moment.

“Don’t know, don’t care” Sam replied recklessly as he moved to scatter kisses against Danny’s jaw instead.

Danny groaned at Sam’s brazen need for him even if his brother walked in and caught them, and if he hadn’t just promised himself that he’d behave then he’d certainly be stripping Sam right here. With his restraint hanging on by a thread, Danny brought his other hand up to cup Sam’s cheek. Gently yet pointedly he pulled Sam away only so that he could dive back in and return his kiss with a more feverish approach.

“Now why couldn’t you have kissed me like this while we were still in bed?” Danny asked him once he had Sam melting underneath him.

“I wanted to” Sam sheepishly revealed, letting his head fall down onto Danny’s shoulder to catch his breath now. “Guess I got a little spooked waking up with you still there”.

Danny frowned even though Sam couldn’t see him right now. He’d never heard details of Sam’s dating history before, but he gathered enough bits and pieces along the way seeing the way Sam flirted that he knew he wasn’t new to the game. Maybe the others in his past hadn’t been the type to stick around, but he hoped after last night Sam knew that he wasn’t here to just play around.

“Oh Sam,” he brought Sam’s cold face that harbored an expression still full of apprehension upwards again, letting his hand slide over the prominent cheekbone so delicately blanketed in smooth ivory skin until his fingers were tucking a rogue tuft of chestnut hair behind his ear. “You could get used to it, you know? I’d be there every morning if you wanted me. You just say the word”.

Sam pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, pinkening the skin even more than their little make out session had accomplished as he contemplated Danny’s offer for just a moment.

Sure the idea sounded good, only too good. After this morning Sam knew that he could get used to waking up next to Danny. The only problem left was what would happen if Danny left? Found another job, moved into town to be closer to his grandparents, or even further back home with the rest of his family? There were so many ways this could end with Sam left heartbroken and alone again.

“What are you worried about?” Danny asked as he stared down at Sam, watching him reel back and forth in his thoughts.

Sam sighed, he wished he wasn’t worried. Wished he could be unguardedly swept up in this whirlwind romance like they were in some sort of tacky movie he hated watching. But Sam was a realist, and life most often wasn't like the movies.

“I’m not saying I am or anything so don’t let this go straight to your head,” Sam began to attempt to explain his continued reservation, “but I’m scared to fall in love. I’ve… never done it before”.

Despite Sam’s warning Danny’s heart still throbbed. How could someone be scared to fall in love he wondered, when falling in love was probably the single most rewarding experience you could have on this earth? Call him a hopeless romantic, but falling in love with Sam didn’t seem scary or unwelcome. He would much rather let their connection continue to develop organically as it was, and if it bloomed into something as beautiful as love, well then he’d be all the better for it.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself” Danny replied, hoping he could offer some words of advice to soothe Sam’s overactive mind. “We can take it a day at a time, and if I have to prove it to you again and again every morning that you’re worth anything that could happen then I will”.

Sam let one hand go from his loosening grip on Danny’s jacket and brought it to lay against Danny’s on his face. He leaned into Danny’s palm underneath his and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to center himself with the touch. He’d welcomed this touch last night so easily, only the physical aspect of a relationship had never been a problem for him. It was the catching feelings that he was unused to, but Danny was sounding very convincing right now. “You promise? No matter how difficult I am? How much I fight you or say mean things that I don’t always mean… you promise?”

“Falling in love doesn’t frighten me” Danny answered him, picking up his hand and turning it over in Sam’s hold. He laced their fingers together and kissed Sam’s knuckles, simultaneously warming their chilled fingers with his hot breath. “I’m not scared of you”.

Sam pouted like a little child, not because he didn’t find Danny’s words heartening, but because he still couldn’t believe he’d finally found his match. The one that challenged him, complimented him in every way, and as an added bonus was even great in bed. “Promise?” he asked again, this time gazing up at Danny with determination in his eye.

Danny chuckled, finding Sam’s persistence endearing and evermore a reason to respond to him, “I promise”.

“So, I was thinking” Danny spoke up after they got to work with the morning and afternoon chores. They had to take extra care to not slide around in the mud as the snow continued to melt the higher the sun rose, but Danny didn’t mind so long as he had Sam by his side.

“What’s that?” Sam replied, not looking up from the patch he was making on his saddle. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he glued the torn piece of leather back together, his tongue just barely peeking out from the corner of his mouth. Danny chuckled to himself at the image in front of him. How could you not love someone so cute?

“Did you want to go visit my grandparents with me today?”

“Yeah?” Sam looked up from his work now as he held pressure to the glued spot with his thumb, letting any excess glue seep out. He obviously was a little caught off guard by that question.

“I mean if you’re not too busy or anything. I know we got a late start this morning…”

“No! Of course I’d like to go” Sam hurriedly continued with more enthusiasm, “I just don’t want to interfere with your time with them”.

“You don’t have to worry about that. It’s not often my grandma even recognizes me anyways. I just go over and have lunch with them and chat. I’m sure they’d love the extra company”. Danny shrugged his shoulders trying to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, when internally he’d been trying to figure out how to bring it up for hours now. He was glad Sam wanted to meet his grandparents, but even more so he was excited to be able to show off a friend to his family.

Now that Sam had lost his concentration, Danny noticed that he had held his thumb over the spot he was fixing for a little too long. “Careful or you’re going to-”

Sam realized what Danny was pointing out just as he was mentioning it and ripped his hand away from the leather, having accidentally glued his thumb to it. “Shit!” He exclaimed, examining the pad of his thumb for traces of glue still stuck to furious skin. That wasn’t his concern for long though, because soon he was blushing hard having caught himself swearing again.

Taking notice of Sam’s suddenly flustered state Danny slowly approached him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling Sam’s back against his chest. He buried his nose behind the shell of Sam’s ear and in a low voice teased him with “you’re thinking about last night aren’t you? I can see it all over your face”.

Sam squirmed in his hold, but Danny only wrapped his arms around him tighter. “Do be shy about it. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it either. About you”.

One of Danny’s hands traveled down to squeeze the bony ridge of Sam’s hip, then it trailed lower until he was slowly smoothing the palm of his hand in small circles over Sam’s bottom. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Sam’s brain liquified in that moment rendering him speechless, a reaction only Danny had ever been able to bring out of him. The thing was Danny hadn’t hurt him, but part of him wished he had just a little. Sam had been with girls who liked to be choked or slapped before, and he’d been happy to safely oblige, but he’d never been on the receiving end of such ventures before. He’d never expected how much he might like it.

Feeling himself begin to strain against the front of his jeans, Sam was able to successfully wiggle himself free of Danny’s hold and moved to repack his supply kit he’d brought out from the back of the truck. “Come on, are we going to start heading out or what?”

Danny smirked as he watched Sam crouch down and collect his things, clearly avoiding turning around to face him. “Yeah, I’m ready when you are”.

“So are they your grandparents on your moms side or your dads?” Sam asked after they’d put everything up and headed out in the work truck towards town.

“My dads parents” Danny answered with a warm smile. The highway was already clear of snow so he had one hand on the black steering wheel with his arm propped up by his elbow on the door while the other arm rested comfortably on the back of the seat. Sam sat in his usual spot in the passenger's side of the truck, though he’d never noticed before how much room there still was left in the cab with the two of them. He wondered if Danny would notice if he scooted closer on the old cloth seat so that Danny’s arm could reach his shoulders.

“You’ve got grandparents around here too don’t you?” Danny questioned next, wanting to keep the conversation going simply because he liked talking to Sam.

“Yeah, my moms parents. They’re farmers, or were farmers, don’t really do as much after they sold a lot of the farmland to help my brothers”.

“That was nice of them” Danny replied. He’d wondered exactly how they’d gotten on their feet straight out of college, he couldn’t imagine starting a business was at all cheap.

“It was about time they retired anyways” Sam shrugged, “they still have a few acres out at the farm house. There would’ve been no way in hell I’d let them sell any of that. Too many memories…”

“I get it. I want to have that for my kids someday. A big house with a big yard that they can play imagine knights and princesses from sunup till sundown”.

Sam chewed the inside of his cheek. Danny wants kids someday? Personally the thought had never crossed his mind but it’s not like he could ever give Danny kids… was this just another reason for Danny to leave him someday? Instead of being a downer again Sam just chuckled weakly, “you’re kind of a nerd aren’t you? Knights and princesses?”

“What, you didn’t pretend to slay Jake the dragon to save princess Josh?” Danny smiled over at Sam again bringing out an actual laugh at the absurdity of his question.

“No, but if we had I think Jake would’ve wanted to be the knight, he likes swords. Josh could be a pretty convincing dragon”.

“Well then that just leaves you as-”

“Shut up!” Sam cut Danny off and pushed his shoulder making Danny fuss about having to drive and not wanting to crash into the snow ditch.

“It seemed so easy back then though. To buy a house and raise kids” Danny continued once Sam settled back into the seat, noticeably closer as his fingertips could now feel the tickle of Sam’s hair. “Even if you manage to raise a family, it’s hard to find a job that comes with retirement these days. Saving up does no good when you can hardly afford to live on what you got”.

“Only retirement plan I need is someone to put a stone over my grave on top the hill at the farm. Generations of Kiszkas buried out there” Sam replied, though he did secretly admit that Danny made a good point. Sam didn’t do much thinking about the future or where he’d end up, if he wanted a family, but it seemed to be something that weighed heavily on Danny’s mind.

“We’re here” Danny spoke up after a brief moment of silence as they drove through town. He pulled into the driveway of an older looking house- though most of the houses in this small town were all built in the 50s and 60s. The house was white with baby blue shutters, and there was a large screened in porch that encapsulated the front door.

As they approached the porch and Danny held the creaky screen door open for him, Sam tried to picture what a little Danny must have looked like running up to this same white porch during the summer and holidays. He could hardly believe Danny had visited his grandparents so often growing up yet they had never run into each other. He thought he’d known everybody his age in this town.

“Hello?” Sam called out as he walked cautiously through the foyer, taking in the cozy interior of the old house as he searched for the room Danny’s grandparents were in.

“Well, if it isn’t little Sammy Kiszka!” Danny’s grandmother exclaimed when she saw him round the corner into the parlor room. She was sitting on a loveseat with a woven shawl wrapped around her tiny shoulders. “Well I suppose you’re not so little anymore, look at you! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You know my gran?” Danny questioned Sam quietly from behind, trying not to interrupt their greeting.

“Yeah, she used to teach Sunday school to all the kids here” Sam replied to Danny before walking over to his grandma to offer her a hug. “How are you doing Mrs. Wagner?” He couldn’t believe he’d forgotten her name, but it was all starting to come back to him now as she slowly stood up and took him into her weak arms.

“Oh I’m hanging in there” she replied after the hug, fixing her shawl back around her narrow shoulders. “How are your folks? I’m afraid I haven’t seen them in ages”.

“They’re doing good. My mom is still teaching, dad still helps out with what’s left of the farm”. Sam was honestly surprised she remembered him and his family, though they were big members of the community. He’d expected her to be a little less cognizant based on what Danny had told him.

“What’s left? Did something happen dear?” She asked, concern coloring her petite voice.

“No, just sold to help my brothers out with their cattle ranching business” Sam assured her with a smile and a gentle hand on her elbow to keep her steady.

“Cattle ranching I hear! Oh my I never would have expected those two to go into that together! You know they were always bickering as little ones, you were always the sweetest just like my Daniel”.

“Their ranch is where I work gran. I live out there and work with Sam everyday so I wanted him to come meet you. Though I guess you two are already acquainted” Danny spoke up.

“Oh! I didn’t see you there! Daniel hon come here and give me a hug sweetheart”.

Sam flashed a look over at Danny who stood frozen in the entryway. This was the most talking she’d done since he’d moved here. All it took was having Sam visit to get her spirits up? Did she recognize me? he thought, scared to get his hopes up as he slowly approached.

“Look how handsome” she smiled and placed her hand on his chin before he leaned down and hugged her. “Two handsome boys here to visit me, whatever will I do?”

“How about we go into the kitchen and I’ll see where lunch is at?” Danny suggested to which everyone quickly agreed.

“She seems…” Sam whispered as they walked behind her down the hallway.

“Lucid? Like she actually recognizes me? Yeah, I know” Danny finished his sentence for him though he seemed more nervous than happy. “I’m going to go find grandpa, will you help her sit down?”

“Of course” Sam replied, and turned with her into the kitchen while Danny continued through the house.

“Meatloaf today Danny” a soft female voice called into the old fashioned green and yellow kitchen. Sam looked up and saw a young woman standing at the stove in a pair of cream scrubs with a blue rose pattern underneath an apron. She turned around and was shocked to see it wasn’t Danny guiding his grandmother into the kitchen.

“Sorry, he will be right back” Sam mentioned as he pulled out a chair.

“That’s alright, I just wasn’t expecting more company. Mrs. Wagner who’s this new man you’ve brought with you?”

“Oh that’s little Sammy,” she smiled, patting his hand as he helped her get situated, “and Daniel is getting Joe”.

“Oh he’s upstairs napping, let me go check on them” the home nurse explained as she set the bakeware from the oven down onto a cooling rack. “Please to meet you Sammy” she flashed him a smile and brushed past them out the kitchen.

“She’s a sweetheart. Don’t know what we’d do without her”. Danny’s grandma told him as he went ahead and took a seat next to her. “You know she’s single, and I’ve been telling her that my grandson is a real respectable man. I should know I raised him to be that way”.

“He is, very respectable” Sam agreed with her with a smile, though in the back of his mind he felt like maybe Danny and that cute little nurse could hit it off one of these days while he was over here having lunch.

She seemed like a natural beauty, at least from what he caught of her so far, and she had that familiar twang in her tone that indicated she was probably born and raised here if not nearby. She seemed like exactly what Danny was looking for, a caretaker for a family, a woman with a career, and apparently a good cook by the smell of the meatloaf on the counter.

“Oh here he is” she brightened back up the moment Danny rejoined them with the nurse and his grandpa. They all sat around the table and Danny jumped up to help serve everyone.

“I almost forgot” Mrs. Wagner spoke up after a pleasant conversation following lunch. “Sarabeth darling, would you go into the spare bedroom and get the box from in the closet?”

“Sure thing!” she replied and hopped up before either Sam or Danny could offer to fetch it instead. Soon she was returning with a large box, though it looked light, with a faded label and torn corners.

“Daniel I had this fished out of storage for you when I heard you were going to work on a ranch. Bless me I don’t know what happened afterwards but here it is now”.

Danny looked over at her surprised, and the box was placed on the table in front of him. He took a moment to gather himself before he lifted the lid and revealed a black cowboy hat still in pristine condition.

“Now you’re not supposed to wear hats at the table, but go ahead I’ll make an exception this once to see you try it on”.

Danny pulled the hat out of the box and inspected it for just a moment, turning it around and feeling the stiff material with his fingers before grabbing it by the crown and placing it on his head. Everyone at the table awed at him and he fought off a blush before taking it off and placing it back in the box.

“Thank you gran”.

“You look so grown up Daniel. I don’t know where all my time has gone” she began to speak again though this time there seemed to be more weariness in her voice and her eyes started to distance themselves.

“It’s alright Mrs. Wagner. Danny knows how much you love him and he loves you too” the nurse, Sarabeth, got up and came to her aid.

“Ah, Danny, my grandson. You know he’s a handsome young man. You'd love to meet him. I’ll have him over for lunch someday” she said to Sarabeth as she was helped upright to be moved back into her loveseat in the parlor.

Sam watched in disbelief as she was escorted away leaving everyone else in the kitchen to silently sulk. She had been so coherent the entire time, and all of a sudden she was gone just like that. He watched Danny’s shoulders fall and his face lose the brightness it had when she was here talking with him like nothing was wrong whatsoever.

“That’s the best she’s been in months” Sarabeth mentioned as she returned to the kitchen to clean up. “I think she enjoyed the surprise guest”.

“I guess I’ll just have to come by more often then” Sam replied, watching Danny as he silently lifted the hat out of the box and placed it on his head once more.

He did look really handsome Sam admit to himself, but the pain in his heart didn’t subside.

“Thanks for lunch, I’ll see you on Wednesday?” Danny asked Sarabeth.

“Wednesday will be butternut squash soup. One of her favorites” she replied as she put the dishes in the sink.

“Ready?” He asked Sam as he stood. He was trying to act like he wasn’t upset but Sam could tell somewhere inside Danny was beating himself up for no reason.

Danny took the lead out this time and Sam followed close behind. “Want me to drive?”

Without any hesitation Danny fished the keys out of his pocket and handed them over to Sam, stopping by the parlor room to kiss his grandma on the top of the head before they made their way back outside.

It was quiet in the cab of the truck again as Sam found his way back onto the main road.

“Thank you for inviting me, it was good to see her again”. Sam finally spoke up once they hit the highway.

“I can’t believe she knew who I was” Danny avoided Sam’s gaze, the hat tilted low on his head as he stared out the passengers' side window and Sam once again felt the distance between them. “It felt good to really talk to her again even for just half an hour”.

Sam heard Danny’s voice crack, but he didn’t say anything else, just gave Danny his space as he concentrated on the open road ahead of them.

About fifteen minutes into the drive back to the ranch Sam flipped on the blinker and slowed down onto the edge of the highway to make a turn down a dirt road Danny didn’t recognize.

“Where are we going?” He finally looked over as he asked Sam.

“Want to show you somethin’” Sam answered vaguely as the truck started to shake with the unevenness of the dirt road. A mile later and the familiar shape of his family’s farm was coming into view. Danny had never been here before, but he easily guessed what it was when he saw the old farming equipment rusting in the sun and the horses grazing out on a distant pasture.

They couldn’t stay for long, so he bypassed the right turn that took them to the farmhouse and instead took a left up a hill. Once at the top of the hill he backed the truck up towards a tree and put it in park before shutting it off and climbing out. Danny followed shortly after, coming around to the back of the truck to find Sam unlatching the tailgate and jumping up to sit down and let his legs dangle off.

“My retirement” Sam smiled softly when Danny chose to look around before joining him. Sam was right, on top of this hill were about half a dozen stones laid out in a pattern underneath the tree. Carved into said tree was the name Kiszka, old and worn as time and the elements had taken its toll on both the tree and its marker. Just below the hill was a large pond, and its waters glittered in the late afternoon sun. A beautiful resting place.

After seeing all there was to see, Danny looked back over at Sam with questions in his eyes. Why did he bring him here?

Sam pat the open spot next to him, “just figured you didn’t want to go back just yet. Sometimes I come out here to think. Does myself some good to remember when times are tough that at least we’re still above snakes”.

Danny took the seat next to him and stared back out at the pond, watching as birds started to return to the north in flocks against the clear sky. He looked down seeing Sam’s hands resting against the tailgate and grabbed the one closest to him. Sam didn’t say anything, just let Danny hold his hand and after a few minutes Danny finally let out a long sigh.

“I know she’s old and sick. It’s just when I see her I still see her but she doesn’t see me”.

“I know,” Sam replied, squeezing Danny’s hand. He couldn’t think of anything else to say to comfort him other than to just stay by his side right now.

“I’m glad she remembered you too. I wanted them to meet you because I really like you Sam”. Danny squeezed Sam’s hand back and they both turned to look at each other. “I’m serious. I know you’re afraid or whatever, but these feelings I’ve been having, am having right now, they’re real. Sam you’re amazing and I just-”

The rest of Danny’s confession was cut off by Sam lurching forward and connecting their lips. It was only briefly, not like their heated make out session earlier in the morning. This one was to the point.

“I like you too Daniel. Come on, let’s get back”.

#greta van fic #Greta van fleet #Danny Wagner #Sam Kiszka #sanny gvf

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k-kizkhalifa · 4 months ago

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oh god it’s happened. i’ve wrote the yuuri, victor scene i needed bc i’m a weak bitch and years ago when i said: “I WONT WRITE YOI FICS BC ITS NOT ME I JUST ENJOY THE FANDOM” i was apparently a liar..

So anyway, from this liar to you all, a piece of it::

Bath?” Victor asked, slinking down next to Yuuri at the table, slipping his arm around his shoulder and leaning against him.

“I already took one,” Yuuri answered, his back tensing. He wished he could go back, before the kiss. Before Victor kissed him, right there in front of millions of people. He knew they couldn’t, he knew he couldn’t, but he wished for it. Deeply.

Yuuri had been able to keep it all controlled before then.

Victor seemed completely unphased, nothing had changed. He was still the same as always. Touching, watching, peculiar choice of words.. Yuuri figured he should be used to it now. It had been long enough, Victor had been there long enough, but now?

The kiss…. Yuuri flushed at the memory, and he slipped away from Victor, “I’m tired, you take a bath.”

“I want to spend time with you, Yuuri! We haven’t much since we got back from China,” Victor gave him a look, his eyes tight as he took in Yuuri moving away from him. He reached out, taking Yuuri by the chin, “do you not want to spend time with me now?”

“No, no!” Yuuri felt himself flush, and pulled back slightly, Victor following him. “Viiiictor,” he sighed, “I’m just tired.”

Victor frowned, dropping his hand from his face. “Yuuri,” he purred, in that one voice. The voice that made Yuuri squirm. “I’m your coach, right? We spend time together.”

“Tomorrow, I promise,” Yuuri nodded, looking away. “Anytime, tomorrow.” He stood and scurried from the room, leaving Victor staring after him.

Victor stood, after Yuri left him and he grabbed his phone off the table, pausing when he sat Yuuri’s laying there, he picked it up and headed down the hallway, walking to Yuuri’s room. He knocked on the door softly, “Yuuri?” He asked from his side of the door, hearing nothing on the other side. “Yuuri?”

The door opened, just barely, Yuuri peering through. “Victor?”

“You left your phone,” Victor held it up, showing him.

“Oh, thanks,” Yuuri laughed, a real laugh, seeming relieved. “I was looking for it.”

“Hm,” Victor smiled, and leaned against the door frame, “sleep with me tonight?”

Yuuri blinked at the words, it wasn’t the first time he had heard them, of course. Victor had said it before, they had slept together before too. The last time was in China. The nap they took together, or more accurately the nap Victor took, laying over Yuuri, while Yuuri laid there fretting about the competition.

“I always sleep better with you,” Victor said softly, Yuuri saw him holding his phone up still. His eyes grew wide, he contemplated telling Victor to keep his phone and shutting the door, but he knew he couldn’t do that. He wasn’t a child.

Yuuri pushed the door open, the rest of the way, stepping back. Victor arched an eyebrow, and stepped into his bedroom, holding out his phone for him.

“It’s been a while since we slept together.” Victor was saying, watching Yuuri turn away and walk over to his desk. He closed the door behind him, stepping fully in.

“That’s not true,” Yuuri said quietly, plugging his phone in to charge.

“What do you mean?”

“China,” Yuuri said the word like a breath, his back to Victor still, his hands running through his hair as he sighed. There was nowhere to run, not anymore. Yuuri felt like a captive.

“We did, I suppose.” Victor agreed, smiling to himself. “That was nice.”

#yoi #yuri on ice #victuuri #victor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #kiz writes

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voraciousvore · 1 year ago

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Boarding School for Giants (14/25)

------ Chapter 14 ------

Joey was confused by my request, but humored me anyway, and brought me to a store nearby that specialized in sports and outdoor hobbies.

“You realize that everything in here is going to be giant-sized, right? If you want to go fishing, you’re not going to find any equipment you can use,” Joey informed me.

“I know. I’m counting on it,” I told him, not elaborating any further. I didn’t want to worry him or have him try to dissuade me from what I was plotting. I picked out some fishing line and a smaller fishhook suitably sized for my needs. The giant fishing hooks were all pretty fearsome, large and sharp enough to stab through me and turn me into live bait. I could hardly imagine a fish, really more of a leviathan, big enough to be caught on one of those. Joey bought the goods for me, which luckily were inexpensive. I left the store in high spirits. Joey was puzzled.

“What are you planning to do with this stuff?” he asked as he carried me back to the school.

“Well…” I figured it couldn’t hurt to tell him now, considering he had already bought the stuff for me anyways. “I’m going to make a grappling hook and use it to get my cellphone back. I know where it’s located. I saw the principal put it in the top drawer of his desk. I can get into his office, even if it’s locked, because I’m small enough to slip through the gap under the door. Then, I’ll use the hook to climb up, open the drawer, and reclaim what’s mine.”

“That sounds risky,” Joey noted, pursing his lips in thought. “Although, the principal is rarely around on the weekends. You’re not likely to be interrupted as long as you go today or tomorrow. Why do you need your phone so badly, that you’re willing to risk getting in trouble like that?”

“Trouble is my middle name!” I declared with a smirk. “But in all seriousness, I want to call my mom, and talk to her directly, without anyone else listening in. Find out what’s really going on, how she really feels. I want the truth from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.”

“I see.” Joey was quiet for a while. “Eren, I’m sorry that things have been so hard for you here. I hope… I can help to make it better, at least.”

“You’ve already done so much for me, Joey. I can’t thank you enough.” I could feel his pulse quicken slightly through his skin. I had noticed, since that incident where I almost ended up breakfast, Joey had forgotten about wearing a glove. His palms hadn’t been sweating, though, so I supposed he was getting more comfortable with carrying me around. In fact, he was being very protective, as if I was his responsibility to keep safe. His caring nature warmed my heart.

We made it back to the school by late afternoon. Joey was thoughtful enough to stop by the lunchroom first and pick up my meal for me, so I wouldn’t have to bike all the way out to the main building for dinner. He then walked me to the human dormitory and set me down on the pavement outside. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways, promising to meet up again soon. I was tired, so I decided I would initiate my phone heist tomorrow, when the day was young again. I retired inside to rest and relax for the evening.

Fortunately, nobody bothered me that night or opened the roof, so I slept in and woke up the next day feeling energized. I was ready to take my life back, to take charge again. I left the human dormitory and biked to the main building of the school with confidence, dodging falling leaves as I went. On the weekends the cafeteria served brunch, so I stopped there first so that I wouldn’t be doing a lot of physical activity on an empty stomach. I kept an eye out for my new giant friend, but to my disappointment I didn’t see him anywhere. The school grounds didn’t seem to be as busy as usual, perhaps because a lot of the giant students slept in or were away for the weekend. Regardless of the reason, I was grateful not to have to avoid as many giant feet or stares.

I snuck out of the cafeteria and down the hall to the administration offices, which were all deserted and locked up. Away from prying eyes, I crept under the door of the principal’s office, dragging my bike along with me. The room inside was dark, since the light was turned off, but muted sunlight still filtered in through the blinds on the window. I leaned my bike against the wall next to the door, pulled out my makeshift grappling hook, and crossed the floor to reach the opposite side of the massive desk. Even though nobody was in the room except for me, I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise, as if the creep factor from the principal permeated his lair even when he wasn’t physically present. The room was eerily quiet, magnifying the sound of my steps as I walked. I had to remind myself that the principal wasn’t on campus, and there was no way for him to know I was here.

I reached the gigantic, sturdy wooden chair behind the desk. All the furniture stretched high into the air above me. Getting into the drawer when it was so high up was going to be a daunting task. I swung the fish hook around on the fishing line until it had some decent momentum, then threw it up as high as I could. The first time, it clunked against the side of the chair and fell back down to the floor. I had to make several attempts before I finally got the sharp point of the hook to embed itself into the fabric of the chair.

I braced myself for the monumental climb ahead of me, then grasped the line in both hands and pulled myself up, hand over hand. The physical requirements were grueling, and my muscles started to ache from exertion. I regretted not bringing any gloves as the skin on my hands began to burn. Nonetheless, I made it to the cushion of the chair, clambering up with a final surge of energy. I stopped to collect my breath, nursing my throbbing palms, and surveyed my surroundings to determine my next move.

As luck would have it, the drawer I sought to get inside was within range of my grappling hook, and had been left slightly ajar. Another couple of swings and throws and my hook was successfully latched onto the handle. I swung out and scurried up the line, trying to ignore how high up I was off the ground. I didn’t want to think about what would happen if my hand slipped and I fell. Once I reached the handle, I hoisted myself onto it and sat down, dangling my legs over the edge. I wasn’t used to this sort of strenuous exercise, so I gave my arms another rest before proceeding.

I hooked to the top of the drawer and climbed up, then vaulted over and fell inside with a thump. The tip of the hook had chipped the wood on the inside of the drawer. I hoped the principal wouldn’t notice, but I wasn’t overly concerned. The next step would be to find my phone among all the clutter inside. Office supplies, mostly giant pencils and pens bigger than me, littered the inside of the drawer. I sifted through the miscellaneous giant objects, squinting in the darkness of the drawer to spy my relatively diminutive phone hidden somewhere within. I regretted not bringing a flashlight.

As I shuffled various things about, a small light suddenly appeared with the movement. My phone! I gleefully rushed over and dug it out from underneath all the junk. The battery was low, since the neglected device hadn’t been charged in days, but the lack of usage had preserved its limited battery life. I sighed with relief. I had just enough of a charge to make a phone call. Ignoring the other notifications and text messages from my friends, I pulled up my contacts and immediately called my mom. I anxiously waited while the phone rang, praying she would answer. I needed her to tell me the truth.

The phone clicked and I heard static as someone answered. I held my breath.

“Hello?” a groggy, slurred voice answered. It was her, but she sounded drunk.

“Mom!” I blurted out, hardly able to keep in my excitement. “It’s me! I’m so glad to finally be able to talk to you!”

A pause. “What do you want?” Her cold tone chilled my enthusiasm. I pressed onward anyway.

“Mom, please take me back. I don’t want to be here anymore. It’s so scary being here around giants. I know you heard what happened to me, and I’m so afraid. Please.”

Another pause. Followed by a long, drawn-out sigh. “Do you know why your dad really left?” I froze up. My mother had never been truly candid with me about his reason for leaving, yet another barb in our relationship.

“W-why?” My voice sounded tiny and weak.

“You were an accident. We never intended to have a kid together. We tried to make it work, but…” She choked, and her voice grew thick with tears. “…I tried my best, you know? I really did.”

“W-what are you saying, Mom?” My voice sounded so far away, as if I was no longer tied to my body.

“What I’m saying is… I give up. I tried to raise you right, but you turned into a little terror! You’re so damn ornery, I just can’t handle it anymore!” She was working herself up into one of her drunken rages. “I just can’t do it anymore! I’m done! I want you out of my life! I never want to hear from you again!”

“You can’t mean that…” I said in disbelief.

“Why the hell else do you think I sent you off to a boarding school for giants?! I know how dangerous they are to humans! I was expecting you to not come back! Don’t you get it?”

My breath hitched in my throat. I felt nauseous, like I was going to throw up. The true horror of what she meant began to dawn on me. I was stung to my core. For once, rather than shouting back at her some snarky or pointed remark, I was rendered speechless.

“Don’t ever call me again!” she snapped, and hung up on me.

I stood there, inside the drawer, mouth agape, phone glued to my ear as if she hadn’t just cut me off. I was in shock. I felt as if my heart had been violently ripped out of my chest. All at once, the weight of all my troubles, all my sorrows, and the fresh wound from my mother’s betrayal slammed into me. It was all too much to bear. I collapsed into a heap in a pile of giant paper clips and sobbed.

The truth was so much worse than what I had been expecting. I had been clinging to the hope, however futile and unrealistic, that perhaps there had been some sort of miscommunication, or misunderstanding, or maybe my mom had just been showing me some “tough love” to straighten me out. I hadn’t even imagined that she not only abandoned me, but was actively trying to kill me by intentionally dumping me in a dangerous place. The thought filled me with revulsion and despair. I had no will left, so I lay there crying, feeling small and insignificant inside the dark drawer, alone and broken.

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A Champion Time For The Heart Ch18 Battle Gym Leader Melony

It wasn't too surprising all of you fell asleep on the train again that night, seeing how late it was getting when you all hurried onto it like an army of onix was chasing after you all. Thank goodness you managed to catch it and settled down into a couple empty seats to sleep for the night. Come morning the lot of you were already digging into your rations for breakfast to comfort your hungry stomachs that growled for food. And made small talk as the world went flying by outside the windows.

"So how long until we reach Circhester?," you asked biting into come kind of breakfast bar that tasted like bacon bits and oatmeal.

"It's the farthest town from all the others in Galar except for the town in the Crown Tundra Valley but that's farther in the mountains than we need to go," Victor explained after he had pulled out his own phone and pulled up his regional maps to look through them, "It's also deep within the Galarian Mountain Reign so it'll take us about three weeks to get there by train."

"Oh really?"

He nodded again. "The stop we want is Steamdrift Station. From there it's about an hour walk down Steamdrift Way until we get to Circhester and it's gyms."

You paused before blinking and looking at him. Drizzilie taking this chance to pull the rest of your food away from you to eat itself. "Gyms? As in plural?...Like more than one gym?"

"Oh yeah! Guess we haven't told ye!," Gloria cut in leaning into her hand. "The Ice and Rock Type Gyms are located up there and are handled by the gym leader Melony n' 'er son Gordie!"

You paused...eyes blinking wide at them for a moment before pointing. "Hey! Wait a minute! I remember those guys!" YEAH! You did remember them! Ironic since you couldn't remember much of anything else in game. Melony according to in game info was supposed to have a harsh battle style and supposedly be an incredible coach. She ran the Ice type Gym while her son Gordie was in charge of the nieghboring Rock Type Gym also in Circhester. He's supposed to be really popular in a similar way to Raihan and have his own fan base as well that he treats respectfully. ..But the mother and son had a fight over Gordie not wanting to take over his mother's gym and instead but somehow she still became the very first member of his fan club. ...Also he was supposed to have younger siblings as well but you didn't think they were ever shown in the game. You remembered!! That's great! Maybe now you'd start remembering things much more now!! ....You blinked upon noticing the three staring at you. "Uh!...I m-mean I remember some people talking about them before. Apparently Gordie's pretty popular in Galar."

Hop nodded. "Yeah he is! Last year he was voted Galar's third most eligible bachelor behind Raihan and Lee himself. But unlike Raihan he actually throws a lot of his own events and showings. Lee mentioned once he trained under the old Rock Type Gym Leader before he retired and took over the gym after."

You sighed. Bullet dodged! "Oh. Sounds like he's really nice then." And hopefully won't flirt with you like Raihan did.

Thus began your group's long, LONG trip to the Galarian Mountain Range. Just like your trip back to Motostoke, you all slept on the emptied seats at night but being more prepared Victor had set up his Rotom phone's gps to set off an alarm once the lot of you reached the likes of the station you wanted so you all wouldn't have to take turns staying up all night again to keep an eye out for the right station you wanted. Which was a great idea! Over the next few days you all fell into that repeated pattern minus taking turns staying up at night and during the day just talking about random things while eating food from your rations or looking at whatever the teens pulled up from the internet to show you. Gloria at one point even pulled out her dex books again to finish putting the rest of her pictures into them and showed you the new addtions courtesy of her twin before passing the books over towards the two boys for them to flip through themselves and admire Gloria's handy work. A few more days went by this way until one day Victor all of a sudden said you all should stop at the next town to restock up on food again since it wasn't as much as he thought it was. To which everyone agreed too and at the next town, got off the train and went into one of the random stops which turned out to be a small town like Postwick. From there the four of you gathered supplies and did everything else to prepare to travel again by the time the next train came around before getting back on it and back on your way to Circhester. Day in and night out you four traveled and traveled and traveled. You were starting to get train sick with how much this was going on and found yourself walking up and down the walkways in turns with the others to keep up the exercise and not let yourselves turn your legs to jelly. Until one particular night when you woke up with a shiver. There was a chilly atmosphere inside the metal train from when you were last awake and it was enough for you to make yourself get up groggily. Only to find your drizzilie was lightly shivering as well curled up against your warmer body and stayed clung to you as it groaned in protest at the cold.

"What the-"

"Hey you." You rubbed your eyes turning tiredly to Hop who had his own coat thrown over his shoulders and smiled. "So you're finally awake huh?"

You yawned. "What time is it?"

"About ten in the morning. We're getting closer to the mountains," Victor said and you turned to him next as he rechecked the map on his phone, "We'll be at Steamdrift Station within 'bout three days but you might want to throw on a coat. It's gonna get a wee bit more colder from 'ere on out."

That wasn't a too bad idea actually. You were quick to pull on the coat you had bought and with a bit of a tussle you somehow with Gloria's help managed to pry Drizzilie off of you and put him inside your bag's main opening with Gloria holding it open before you pulled both him and the bag into your lap to make room. And to help keep the lil guy warm. Your pokemon gave a bored expression as he settled down into using the bag as his personal sleeping bag.

"Hey. Don't get too comfy," you reminded him, "Cuz when we leave Circhester you're going back to walking with us again Mr. I-Refuse-To-Get-In-My-Pokeball." Other than rolling his eyes with a sigh, Drizzilie didn't say anything against what you said. "You heard me. This is just to make sure you don't go from a water type to a frozen-water type."

The rest of the three days there was pretty much the same, only now it was hard for any of you all to get to sleep now curled up in the seats because of the cold. Why you even dug out a scarf and wrapped it around your neck and half your face. Didn't these trains have darn heating!? The landscape outside the windows changed too. Going from looking like fall-ish time of the year to mid way between fall and winter, until the last day when you all woke up to have found yourselves so, so...SO!! Cold, and you shivered yanking the hood over your f/c hair more as you looked around and noticed white snow was being blown against the windows like some snow storm. And for all you knew there could actually be one out there.

"ZZZTT. Attention Passengers!," the conductor announced over the speakers to anyone left on bourd. "We'll be arriving at SteamDrift Station within ten minutes. That is all."

"That's our stop!," Victor confirmed, "Make sure you all grab everythin' before we get off."

You all made sure to gather your things, you especially making sure to pull the small hoodie over your Drizzilie's head before pushing him into your bag and telling him to stay in there until you said it was safe for him to come out before zipping your bag up but leaving enough of an opening to allow fresh air to him. Slowly after a few minutes the train finally came to a stop and you all followed Victor out towards the door, you grunting as you struggled to sling the bag over your shoulders. You had forgotten how heavy this lil guy actually was when carried. You were extremely thankful for the guys getting you the thick coat and scarf too because the familiar full force of Winter hit you as soon as the you all stepped out the door and you shivered from the frosty cold greeting you all. The entire sky was painted in grey snow clouds that made the day look a little dull while snow gently fell from them and down towards the earth below. Around you was a plain looking station that looked more deserted since no one not even a station master was there, and surrounding you all was cliffsides and hills like in Stow-on-Side except unlike Stow-on-Side these were absolutely COVERED in snow and ice as far as the eyes could see as the four of you stood there taking in the sights. The only living things besides you all being pine trees scattered across the snowy land with a cobblestone road leading away from the station that Victor after a moment pointed at.

"That's Steamdrift Way," He explained holding up his phone with a gloved hand to the lot of you showing a map with a red blinking dot that signaled where you all were. "It's connected to Route E-E-Eight. If we go this way we should be at Circhester w-within an hour after crossing Circhester Bridge."

"T-T-Then w-what are we waiting f-f-for?!," Hop stuttered in the cold before pointing a hand forward. "L-Let's get there before we become on thin ice!"

There wasn't any arguments with him as you all headed off. Snow and ice crunched under your all's feet making your group sound like a couple of wooly mammoths trudging through the snow. You all (even you through your scarf covered mouth) could see your breath as snowflakes stuck to your bodies like someone glued white confetti to your clothes as you all followed Victor and his map through the snow. Thank goodness it didn't cover the road up, or else you all might've gotten lost. As you all trudged alone keeping your hands in your pockets after pulling the ends of the sleeves over them to help keep them warm, you all FINALLY came to the stone bridge Victor mentioned before. A cold river running with cold water ran under it as you all crossed and as you walked over it you prayed your drizzilie didn't decided to pop out wanting to swim or see what was going on.

"W-W-We should be there in t-t-ten m-m-more minutes!," Victor shouted back pulling his beanie further over his head.

"B-B-Bloody heck, V-Vick! 'M freezin' my t-tail off 'ere n' I-I ain't even got one!," Gloria yelled back complaining.

"The sooner we git there the sooner ya can rest! So take the energy from ya yappin' mouth and put it to your feet!," He yelled back and Gloria mumbled under her breath.

So you all continued to walk and walk, until you finally reached the end of the road that lead into a metal fenced entrance to Circhester. And you all had a collected sigh of relief once you all got there. It was decently big with it's many story stone buildings you could make out in the snow with cobblestone roads leading everywhere and the figures of two large stadiums on either side of the town as you all got to walking into it. You all passed the pink pokemon center near the entrance of the town and turned right heading towards what you guessed was the town square. A hot spring like fountain was dead set in the middle and there was people walking all around in winter wear with some ice type pokemon or pokemon who could stand this cold weather. Two men had stands selling food in the square as you walked past, one selling some kind of hot wraps and the other......ice..cream??

"D-Dang nabit, V-Vick! W-W-Where's the b-b-bloody hotel a-around here?," Gloria asked rubbing her arms in a failed attempt to warm herself.

"I-I'm with G-Glory on this," Hop added looking around, "I d-don't feel like camping out here at all."

"I'm WORKIN' on it!," Victor spat scowling at his phone hand lightly shaking.....before he pointed ahead of him at a BIG building in front of you all. "H-Hotel is there! L-Let's go!"

You all didn't hesitate to RUN your way to the building he pointed out jack frost biting at your ankles as you did. You all didn't even care if the door was flung open with a loud noise. The rush of warm air greeting your skins was enough to make up for it in your minds as you sighed. Turning your head up to the ceiling in the bliss of getting out of the cold. After a moment or two you finally opened your eyes and blinked them wide open at what you were all looking at. If you thought the Budew Drop Inn in Motostoke was Fancy this place was absolutely F A N C Y with a capitol F!!! It was like one of those luxury hotels in Paris you'd sometimes see in movies or on tv. Complete with marble floors and chandeliers lighting the place up. It was also HUGE!! And this was just the lobby as you gawked around. The other three were busy shaking snow off themselves as Victor walked up to the man at the lobby counter most likely to book your rooms. You hope they weren't too expensive by the looks around here. A moment later he returned with two keys handing one to Gloria before he gestured to the elevator.

"Let's go get settled in and rest for a bit. I'm too cold to think straight. You guys got room fifthteen on the first floor." Whelp! You couldn't argue with that as you all headed towards the elevator and got inside. The trip to the first floor wasn't a very long one as you all piled out and Victor motioned for Hop to follow him to one of the very first rooms closest to the elevator. "I say we all get warmed up and meet up in the lobby to talk 'bout what's the game plan for us 'ere."

"Alright," you agreed with a nod before following Gloria, "We'll see you two in a bit."

Both boys nodded as well before they turned back, Victor unlocking the door with his key before opening it and they disappeared inside. You sped walked to catch up to Gloria who was already standing in front of a door and turning the knob and throwing it open-

"So that means the culprit must be among us!" Gloria paused in the doorway. Eyes wide and hand still out from throwing the door open. "....Wait....Who are you!?" ..You wanted to facepalm. Oh NO!! Don't tell me Gloria opened the wrong door and walked in on someone. You sped up your walking pace as she blinked again. "After all the trouble of deducing things don't go messing it up now!"

By the time you got to Gloria she was already scowling before pointing her frozen hand at him. "N' who might the likes o' you be!?"

You blinked when you looked inside the room....There was a man there along with an older man, a 'hipster' looking girl, a young boy, and some kind of squirrel looking pokemon chewing something as you all stared at one another...Until the middle aged looking man coughed.

"*cough* I suppose I should introduce myself," he proudly put a hand to his chest, "The name's Howses. Yes. THAT Howses. The great detective. I've been hired by the hotel. At present I have corner the culprit of a most heinous crime!"

"What happened?," you asked. Did someone get robbed? Did something go missing? Something worse?!

"I'm glad you asked," Mr. Howses stated, " And that crime is!..The strange case of who ate the large quantity of berries in the lobby!" He shouted pointing to a random basket of apple cores....You and Gloria both gave each other a look. "I've gathered the three people who were present in the lobby at the time of the crime but because of the noise my marvelous deductive reasoning seems somewhat muddled at present."...The hotel...Hired a private detective ..to investigate missing fruit.....What a waste of time! He suddenly pointed at Gloria. "That's it! You interfering child! You will be my assistant!"

Gloria gave him a blank look. "...What?"

"Listen to the stories of each suspect and find the culprit," he said as if what he had just said wasn't crazy or unprofessional at all.

"....Yeah. I ain't doin' that." Gloria dead panned before pointing at the obvious pokemon in the room. "'Sides. I already know who it was-"

Instead of listening the man waved her off and laughed in her face. "Heh heh heh. After listening to everyone's accounts deduced the culprit!"....NO ONE SPOKE!! He pointed at the young hipster looking gal who looked just as deadpanned and done with this as Gloria. "Dancer! You are the culprit!"

"WHAT!?," she demanded angrily, "Why me?!"

"Because you're a dancer! You move and shake your body so much that you needed all that food for extra energy! That's evidence as clear and sharp as the leek of a farfetch'd!"

"WHAT!? What does that even mean!? You're no detective! You're a fraud!" Your thoughts exactly!

The man gave a nervous look all of a sudden. "W-Who are you calling a fraud!? You can't be referring to me! The great detective!"

"I can't deal with this disrespect! I leave it to you! You find the real culprit-"

"*AHEM!!*" Everyone looked back to Gloria who scowled and pointed to the small pokemon chittering at everyone around them. "IT. WAS. THAT!! They ate the darned fruit ya ninnies can't seem ta take a hint of."

The 'detective' blinked before turning to the pokemon. "What? That skwovet is the one responsible?" He looked closer at the small pokemon who looked at him curiously covered in food. "A-.....As expected of my assistant!" He loudly proclaimed all of a sudden proudly and crossing his arms looking pleased with himself. "Splendid! Just splendid! I'm overjoyed!"....He peeked an eye out at all of you annoyed and angry at him before coughing. "Well now that's taken care of...I must be off now." He suddenly sped walked towards you and Gloria and you both scrambled to move aside as he took off down the hall. "Take care, Everyone!"

"Hey you! Just wait a minute!," the girl yelled before running right after the 'detective'.

"Hahaha! I guess I'm supposed to chase after him too," the old man said before also jogging after the two as you and Gloria squished against the sides of the doorway to give them room...before looking after them....and blinking to one another.

"What the world was THAT about?," she asked.

"Honestly I have no idea and I'm too tired to really care," you mumbled gesturing her towards your actual room. "Let's go set up our room and take a break before we have to meet back up with the others."

Fast forward about an hour after finding the right room and getting yourself settled, you all made it down to the lobby to meet up with Victor and Hop. After you had let your Drizzilie out, thankful that he didn't seem to be hurt or even bothered as she walked out and stretched out like a cat before you all left. Promising you'd bring him back some food. Finding the boys already waiting for the both of you with their winter wear and waved the two of you over.

"There you guys are," Victor greeted seeing the two of you walk over, "We've been waiting for ten minutes and I wanted to try and get things as done here as soon as possible."

"We've only just got here this morning," you calmly reasoned raising a questioning brow at him. Yeah you wanted to leave as soon as you all could too since it was freezing and obviously the weather probably wasn't good for your pokemon, but you didn't think you've ever seen Victor this insistent on leaving somewhere so quickly. "What's gotten you into wanting to leave so soon?"

"Vick here hates the cold," Hop explained before humming, "Scratch that. He absolutely despises it."

"Well it's not MY fault that ice is so dangerous and you have a great chance of freezin' ta death," Victor snapped back pouting.

"Nevermind that! Did you guys figure out what you wanted to do yet?," you asked changing the subject to avoid more fighting.

Surprisingly both boys nodded and Hop spoke again. "I wanted to try my hand at beating the Rock Type Gym since I think I've come up with a strategy to beat him. Victor does too since it's a lot warmer than the ice type gym."

"I was actually thinking about taking on the other Gym 'n town, "Gloria pondered thoughtfully, "I got a good idea 'bout how to defeat Melony after watchin' a lot of her battles on the train ride 'ere. But first I need ta stop by the center and switch out some of me pokemon in order to make it work."

"Well I wanted to stop by around town and get some pictures of the famous Circhester hot springs 'fore I do any battlin'," Victor explained holding up his camera, "The legends say that the great Hero of Galar rested in the springs and it healed all his wounds. ..Plus I wanted to try the famous Bob's Your Uncle cafe here too. They're supposed to have THE best curry in all of Galar, and who knows when I'll come back here again." He then looked at you. "What about you Y/n?"

You looked at him interested. "Well if I'm being completely honest I think I'll come with you. It's been a while since I've been able to walk around and go sight seeing."

"Then it's settled! Let's meet back 'ere in the lobby when we're all finished."

You all agreed and after tightening your coats around you more, all made off your own ways. Gloria heading in the direction of the pokemon center on the other side of town before going off to battle with you and the boys heading in the opposite direction towards the rock gym since the famous Hero Springs Victor wanted to look at. Eventually parting with him too as soon as the both of you got there. Wishing him luck against Gordie before he left and you followed Victor to what you could only describe as a bath house modeled closely to the buildings of the ancient roman times back on your world. You followed Victor around marveling the sights and old looking structure as he smiled despite his hate for the cold and snapped plenty of pictures of everything as he did back at the Hammerlocke Castle Ruins. You walked up to the steaming water that almost looked boiling hot that was roped off from the public just touching it and watched the warm steam rise from it. Sighing as the warm steam was welcomed against the biting cold you couldn't get away from right now. Victor having getting his share of the old historical sight mentioned there was a few other places that the spring water came through, like the fountain in the town square and mentioned wanting to check out the extended parts of the underground spring as well and offered for you to come if you were interested in coming with him. Of course you agreed since you really had nothing else to do at that moment while waiting for the other two to complete their Gym battles, which by now you were sure they were doing or at least finishing up any gym challenge they were doing at the moment, before going back to the meet up spot anyways. So together you two traveled from the front of the rock type gym to the center of town so he could document more of the springs, before following him again as he moved somewhere else and you followed him down a small flight of stairs to another but much more smaller part of the springs that wasn't so visible or visited by the public. And then another small spot just like a little farther aways on the other side of town. It was...Pretty peaceful despite the chilling cold and snow lightly still falling around you, Victor, and everyone else walking around. It was quiet except for your footsteps crunching through the snow and anyone else walking around or talking. Walking around the decently big town with Victor you noticed there was also a few businesses besides the pokemon center. Your resident barber shoppe, an antique store, a few small little thrift shops that sold merchandise of what looked like the two gyms and their gym leaders at the brief glances through the windows you gave, a grocery store, a clothes store, of course the hotel, and a strange looking cafe with the Logo of a man out in front. A sign above the door told you the name of said establishment. Bob's Your Uncle. Hey. Wasn't that the cafe Victor mentioned back at the hotel he mentioned wanting to see? You pointed it out to him and he seemed to light up! Mentioning how you two should drop by and seeing it even if you didn't eat anything. You agreed since by all the walking around and sight seeing you did, you two must've been out here for nearly two hours by this point. So it'd be nice to warm up for a bit. So you two happily walked up to said store and pushed the door open before walking right in. The warm air of the cafe combined with the mouth watering smells of the food made you sigh in relief. Another bigger picture of the logo man was inside on one of the walls, with the place being a color scheme of yellow and red, and a few people sitting around eating already. Including one particular boy who looked up from his seat in the back when Victor pointed him out.

"Hey Hop!," Victor called over to him and Hop looked up from where he was sat phone in one hand and hot coco in the other but smiled when he saw you two approaching. "What are you doing here? I thought we were gonna meet back at the hotel."

Hop shrugged. "Yeah, but I thought it'd be fine to stop by for some hot chocolate. Who doesn't like hot coco?"

"I know I do!," You agreed with a smile, "How did your battle go?"

"Arghhh." He slumped back turning his head up to the ceiling with a groan. "I lost. It all went to pot. There must've been something wrong with my strategy but I just did what I've seen Lee do in battles!"

"Huh..Well maybe that's the problem."

He paused before blinking back to you as you looked at him. "....Huh? Whaddya mean?''

"Well, everyone has different fighting styles. Including you and Gloria, and if these guys are a part of the league and you're trying to fight like Leon, they'll probably be able to beat you because they've seen how Leon fights and knows how best to counteract his style."

"But he's the unbeatable champion! If I use his method I should be able to be unbeatable too! I've studied his style for years!"

"It may seem like that," You explained, "But it IS Leon's style and he's perfected it. If someone tries to copy him they won't be as perfect as it compared to someone who's mastered his own style to a degree that makes him such a powerful trainer. And everyone's style is constantly changing. Think about it. If Lee kept his style the EXACT same then eventually someone would've found a flaw in it by now and taken the title from him. Leon doesn't have 'just one style' either. Like everyone else they train and adapt to better themselves that's how he's unbeatable. It's ok to use things you learnt other people do, but you said yourself you were thinking of new strategies. Instead of trying to apply what you think Leon would do, ask yourself what would YOU do."

Hop paused seeming to stare at you for a while before humming and looking back to his phone. "...You actually might have a point. I'll have to rethink a few things then."

You smiled. "Glad I could help. Speaking of which Where's Gloria? If you're finished with your battle then that must mean Gloria is too right?"

"Maybe she's waiting for us back at the hotel."

"Oh hey!" You yelped and jumped around at the lady's voice that suddenly came up behind you, and found yourself face to face with none other than said brunette Girl and Sonia who chuckled at your reaction. "There you are."

....You sighed before giving her a frown. "First Leon and now you too Sonia?" You crossed your arms. "Seriously. Give a girl a warning you're gonna do that first...Wait. What are you doing here anyways?"

"Got that Gym badge, Glory?," Hop asked politely.

Gloria nodded with a proud hum. "I jus' had ta switch out for some fire n' steel types I caught. Wasn't easy tho."

"Nice one!," Hop complimented before holding something out to her, "That reminds me. Here. Take this. It's the rock leader's league card. You guys should check out the gym leader you'll have to face too. And me. I've gotta figure out what to put on my team once and for all and no more of this doubting! Especially when I have to defeat at least one of the gyms here for their badge."

"Gee thanks!" She eagerly took the card from him.

"I've been trying to found out more about the Darkest Day and the sword and shield pokemon, but still no luck." She sighed before shaking her head. "I was hoping to investigate the Heroes Bath after studying the tapestries and castle ruins in Hammerlocke." Oh. So she had been there before. "And I haven't been able to get more intel on the strange discovery in Stow-on-Side since the Chairman's team is still researching and the area's become off limits to anyone who isn't the League or authorized. But I just ran into Gloria here and figured the rest of you couldn't be far behind her."

You chuckled. "Well you aren't wrong. I'm really sorry about all the dead ends stopping your work Sonia. I'm sure you'll get a break through somewhere." And you DID know since according to the game she does.

She smiled. "Well thank you, Y/n. It's much appreciated." Her blue eyes glanced behind you. "It's really nice ...." She paused staring right over your shoulder. "...to..see you...Wait."

You rose a brow. "What?" Your f/c eyes blinked in confusion when Sonia all of a sudden grabbed you and pushed you aside a bit as she moved behind you. Unintentionally making you bump into the table Hop was sitting at making him scramble to hold his hot coco out of harm's way as you gave her a look. "Sonia!?"

"Hold on!" She exclaimed back looking at a wall. But more importantly what was ON the wall. Which looked like half a tapestry. And in the very SAME art style and people on them from the Hammerlocke Vault!! "No way! What's this!?"

"Uh...A fifth tapestry??"

"The heroes!" She exclaimed pointing to both of the same men from the first tapestries. "Look..sad. And where are the sword and shield?" She hummed before scanning it more. "What was the meaning of this picture?" Ever the fast thinker wasn't she?

You pushed yourself from the table dusting your still slightly snow covered self off before shrugging. "Well those behind them look kinda like grave stones or some kind of sealed tomb." You pointed out pointing at the tapestry and Sonia squinted harder at where you were pointing. "This probably just means the end of the legend. Y'know. Where the hero finally gets to have peace after his long battle? It happens all the time in fairytales."

"You think so?," she asked giving you a glance. As you shrugged she looked back to the tapestry, or what seemed to remain of it, with her hand to her chin blankly staring at it. "....Didn't think I'd see something like this in Bob's Your Uncle. I guess it could be they passed on or that they were sealed away. Or maybe they've gone into some kind of sleep?"

"Well...I mean they call it 'rest in peace' for a reason."

"Well.." You flinched when Hop spoke, not expecting the boy to be studying the tapestry too. "Based on those statues we saw at Stow-on-Side, the sword and shield were actually two pokemon right?"

You rose a brow. "Since when did you see those statues back in Stow-on-Side?? You and Victor left before Bede's stunt."

"Gloria showed me pictures she took of it before you left. But it kinda dawned of me seeing those sword and shield symbols on them. Couldn't they have been pokemon?"

"That's right! That's my take on it at least."

"......Hey." She suddenly turned to Hop and blinked as he pointed to Gloria. "You remember the pokemon we met that day?" ...Gloria rose a confused brow as he spoke. "You remember. That weird giant blurry pokemon we met in the Slumbering Weald."

"Oh yeah! I've completely forgottin' 'bout that by now." She shivered. "Still gives me the heeby jeebies."

Hop chuckled a bit. "Do you think...it could've been one of them?" he gestured the hand holding his phone to her. "Either the sword or shield pokemon? The blurry fog monster we saw kinda looked like those pokemon statues in Stow-on-Side you showed us."

"You..." Sonia was slow to blink and look at Both the kids wide eyed as she talked. The only one who looked super confused was Victor who you guessed hadn't heard of the 'mysterious fog pokemon' bit. "Met them?! Like...Really REALLY met them!?"

"Come on. You know what I'm talking about right, Glory?"

She nodded, "Yep. Right before Lee bailed us out o' the Slumberin' Weald."

"Exactly! We told you too Sonia remember. The mad pokemon we ran into in the fog! Although..I can't remember seeing it too well. Don't you think that could've been it?", Hop pondered.

"Oh right! You lot have been in the Slumbering Weald!"

"Duh."

You gave Gloria a small tap to her shoulder as if to say 'Don't be rude.' "As much as I agree this is all strange, don't you all think you're jumping the gun here a bit? That could've been any big pokemon in the fog, and you said it yourself. You don't remember much of what it looked like. We shouldn't just make assumptions without proof."

Hop hummed. "I guess you're right. It'd be too much of a coincidence anyhow. But it's not an assumption, just a guess. Doesn't hurt to theorize ideas."

Sonia on the other hand smiled happily and held up her hands excitedly. "I only started on this journey because my gran told me to, but this is turning out to be so much fun! You've got to tell me more! How about we discuss this over a meal? Go on. What do you want to eat? Let's get our orders in!"

"Whoa! Hey there buckaroo!" She blinked when you grabbed her shoulder and she blinked. "As much as I love the food as much as the next person, maybe you should slow down there a bit. Didn't you just get here or something?"

...She gave a bashful face. "Oh yeah. R-Right. Sorry I must've gotten caught up in the moment. But hey! How about I treat you all to a nice curry and hot chocolate anyways? It'd be the least I could do for all the kindness you've shown me."

"I dunno. I don't wanna leave my Drizzilie in the hotel room for too long. I'm afraid he's gonna come looking for us if we're gone for too long and I don't want him outside in this weather."

"How about the sweet instant noodle curry they serve here?," Victor suggested as a compromise pointing to the counter the two men were currently cleaning, and the stack of supplies, food, and other things lining the wall behind them. "All they would have to do is poor hot water in it and it's the cheapest curry on the menu. Plus I don't like the spicy ones too much. I may hate the cold but I'm not up for burning my tongue."

Sonia nodded. "Quick and simple. Sounds like a good match to me!" She turned towards the two men and waved a hand gaining one's attention. "Yoo hoo. Sir! Five instant noodle curries and hot cocos please! Uh. Sweet wise." The man nodded before putting down the cloth he was wiping the counter with and turning to grab a few things from the shelf as Sonia gestured for the five of you to sit with Hop at the big table he was currently at. "While we wait, I'd love to hear about your experiences in the Slumbering Weald again. Maybe it'll help me piece together something."

"Sure!"

So the five of you at around the table as you all patiently heard Hop recount the entire events of the Slumbering Weald incident starting from the wooloo banging against the gate to the Slumbering Weald to when you all left it. In the middle of him retelling his your food was delivered by one of the men behind the bar and you gladly took it wanting something warm in your stomach before having to go back out in the cold, Gloria taking a quick picture of it before you all began eating it. It looked and smelt a lot like those instant ramen cups you'd sometimes had to resort to have for lunch back at home since money was tight with your mother working hard as a single mother now and you having to work summer, weekend, and afterschool jobs in your spare time to help with bills. If you didn't then she'd say you were being lazy with your music and games again...Anyways. It looked like instant ramen and was sprinkled with curry sauce. You were a bit doubtful of how it'd taste but when you ate it it wasn't that bad. It had a bittersweet kinda taste that wasn't too sweet or sour thanks to the sauce covering the noodles when you ate it, and it was a bit more like pasta than a curry. But you weren't going to complain about free curry and hot coco in this cold weather and neither was anyone else as they ate and listened to Hop, and then Gloria as she recounted her own point of view on the events which was pretty much Hop's as well but you all let her speak her mind. By the time she finished everyone had already finished eating and drinking their food even Hop who had gotten a second hot coco thanks to Sonia's generosity.

"-and then Lee found us and marched us both back home where we met up with Y/n," Gloria finished pointing at you. "Mum was...not very happy about it all."

"Fascinating," Sonia commented thinking again, "All right." She suddenly stood up making all of you blink. "The next thing to do now that we're done eating is to have a look around Circhestester! Let's inspect the Hero's Bath."

"Huh? But we were just there. Wasn't anything that could be tied to your research," Victor said.

You shrugged as you stood up. "Well we were going to leave to go back to the hotel soon anyways. Let's go have a look since we'll have to go that way anyways."

Victor looked like he wanted to protest but sighed as his Best friend and twin also stood up to follow Sonia out the door. The cold outside nipped back at all of you as you tightened your scarf around your nose and mouth. Following Sonia back to the steaming waters of the spring under the town as you all entered back under the historical sight. Hop and Gloria looking out in awe at the place.

"The Hero's Bath, "Sonia commented looking around the place, "They say this is where the two heroes came to soothe their wounds after the battle to bring down that evil presence long ago. Nowadays only pokemon really use the Hero's bath though. Hmm. Who exactly were the heroes that bathed here? I think I'll have to look into that...Gloria! Hop!" She turned her head to shout at the two and both looked up from one of the carvings in the stone at her. "You two met a mysterious pokemon back in the Slumbering Weald. Perhaps...you two can become new heroes."

You blinked at her. Where did that come from?

Even Hop looked at her confused and skeptical. "What? Like some hero waving around a sword and shield? Psh. Pull the other one."....But he hummed. "Though...I guess I'd fancy a shield if I had to take my pick."

"Hm. What kind of battle do you think the heroes had back then?"

You shrugged and went to say something- "Why don't we show her, Glory?" Hop asked giving his friend a playful shove, "Think we can pull off a real heroic battle?"

Gloria giggled back before giving him her signiture determined look. "Oh I think that'd be just the thing ta warm up me bones!"

"Sonia treated us to a great meal. After all that curry I feel like I've got the energy to wrestle a bewear!"

Sonia returned her hands to her hips amused. " A battle now? I don't entirely understand your reasoning but I might as well see what you can do."

"FORG-G-GET IT!!", Victor yelled as you all looked at his shivering form turn on his heel and stomp off towards the direction of the gym, "Y-Ya'll can battle if ye want! 'M headed ta b-b-battle that bloke and return to the h-h-hotel! I w-wanna leave this place as soon as possible!"

"..Hm. I'd hate to say this, but I think I getting get back too." You gave Sonia a look. "Thanks for the food. It was really good seeing you again, but I REALLY wanna go back and check on my drizzilie."

She nodded understanding. "Of course. I'd feel the same thing about Yamper if I was in your position."

You nodded before turning to the other two. "And you guys don't stay out here for too long. Come back when you're all done battling."

"We will!," Hop quickly agreed before pointing away from the Springs, "Time for a little exhibition match starring the future champion!"

With a wave to them all you all turned and jogged to catch up to Victor who was rubbing his arms and muttering to himself as he stomped his way back towards the gym. And you didn't blame him, you wanted to get out of the cold too and see how your Drizzilie was doing. You two made your way across the town and into the familiar fancy hotel, through the elevator and immediately headed onto your own separate rooms. You were kinda worried your pokemon might've wondered out of the room but when you entered you found him in the same spot you left him in. Curled up on one of the beds and barely even opened an eye at you as you came back in gave giving a small thrum before curling back onto it's side away from you and going back to napping. Hmm...Maybe Hop was right about your drizzilie developing a new lazy habit. Or maybe it was because he was cold blooded or something like a snake and had a hibernation thing?? You shrugged it off and instead sighed as you finally had a moment to shed your winter coat and relax for a little bit, flopping onto the bed next to the napping pokemon who again barely moved as you did so. And you remained there even when Gloria returned and you gave a small wave as a greeting.

"Hey. How was the battle?"

"Fine! Although I won Hop seems to finally have gotten out of the lil funk he was in thanks ta Bede!," she answered happily, " 'E's with Victor right now."

"Hey that's great to hear! It's good he's getting back into a healthier mindset."

"Yeah! I still can't wait ta see him compete in the champion finals this year! It's gonna be so much fun! I-....." She stopped talking for a second and then you heard frantic shuffling about and footsteps. With a sigh you turned your head up from the spot you were laying down at and was met with the sight of her shaking her coat upside down frantically over he bed as she looked worried. When nothing dropped from the coat she unceremoniously dropped it and whipped her head around back to you. "Y/N! My camera's gone!"

"..What?," you asked pushing yourself up as she patted herself down searching her pockets.

"Victor's camera he's lettin' me borrow!," she yelled sounding more concerned, "I was supposed ta give it back ta him once I finished fillin' me dex books!! He's gonna kill me!"

"Whoa! Hey!" You were quick to push yourself up into a sitting pose as you watched her start to likely panic. "Gloria!" She paused blinked wide eyed worried at you as you groaned standing off the bed and stretching out your back. "First you need to calm down." You held up a hand rubbing your back. "You probably just accidentally dropped it somewhere."

"WHERE!?"

"I have no idea." She looked worried again. That was probably the wrong thing to say apparently. "Whoa. Don't freak out on me here. Look. There's still plenty of daylight left. I'm sure if we just retrace your steps then we'll find it for sure. When's the last time you remembered having it?"

.....She blinked. "Uh! A-At the cafe! Then we went to the hero's bath."

You nodded. "Ok. Then let's go look over there and see if we can't find it ok?"

Gloria nodded and you sighed again. Looks like you all were going out yet again. You both quickly put your winter wear back on and out you went again. The winter weather nipping at you even colder now that it must've been about near sun down by how limited light there was too. There was still enough to clearly see the snow and all the surroundings but it was noticeably colder as night drew nearer as you both stopped in front of the warm springs in the town square.

"A-Alright! 'Eere's the plan!," Gloria said pointing at you, "I'll go check the cafe you go check the bath. We'll cover more ground like that!"

You nodded wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. "Alright. But hurry, and keep an eye out in case you dropped it on the ground somewhere. Meet me back here as soon as you can."

She nodded and before you could get another word in she turned and scurried off towards the cafe area. After a moment to relax you sighed shaking your head and started walking off towards the Hero's Bath, making sure to scan the road and ground around you for any signs of a camera dropped in the snow. But you saw nothing as you looked around. Your footsteps crunched in the snow once again and you shivered rubbing your arms as you made your way towards the hero's bath still looking for it. Just when you thought you'd be able to rest for the rest of the day. You just wanted to find the darn thing and return back to the warm hotel. As you circled the large building needed to get to the Hero's Bath you paused blinking at the sight in front of you. Oh great what was it now? In front of the Hero's Bath was a small crowd of anywhere from fifthteen to about twenty people mostly women huddled around...something? Sure the Hero's Bath must've been a really cool historical sight to see but you didn't think such a crowd would gather here all of a sudden especially when it wasn't like this the other times you passed by it. Oh well. Right now you could care less and just wanted to find that darn camera and return to the hotel as soon as possible. Besides you could easily just walk around the happily chattering crowd without having to bother anyone. Get in, look around for a camera, get out, and then meet up back with Gloria. Easy enough. Or so you thought. With a sigh behind your scarf, you braced yourself and began walking your way over towards the crowd, and like you had suspected there was plenty of room to walk passed them, or so you thought again when a woman dressed in all while and with white hair suddenly appeared and you both ran right into each other. With the speed walk you were going it was impossible to stop on time before you collided with the white blur with a yelp. Stumbling back your foot slipped on some snow and down you went arms flailing landing on your bottom on the hard stone ground. Luckily you weren't hurt but you hissed and mumbled something under your breath at the feeling of the cold seeping into the back of your pants now.

"Oh my goodness gracious!," an older woman's voice exclaimed above you and when you looked up you were met with a woman who looked about the same age as your mom as she held her face in an 'Oh no' kinda pose as she looked at you. All decked out in white winter wear. "I'm so sorry, Young Lady. I didn't see you there."

You waved her off as more people turned their heads at the commotion. "Nah. It's ok. It's my fault I wasn't looking where I was going-," you had begun to say before another's voice much more louder and angrier sounding made you both look over.

"MOM!! What are you doin'!?," A man's voice shouted out as people parted and a guy who looked vaugely familiar marched his way forward. The man wore...Shades of all things in this not so sunny weather with a tan-ish coat thrown over himself and blonde-white hair that draped to just above his shoulders as he pushed his way through the small crowd of people until he stopped right in front of you and the woman. He looked right at your confused self still sitting on the ground for a moment before looking over at the woman with a deep frown. "Seriously!? Ya knocked one of my fans over?"

"I'm so sorry, Honey. Really I am," she said calmly as if she had all the patience of an ancient monk. "But it was an accident." Oh. So this must've been his mom. But what does he mean by fan?? You didn't even know this guy.

"Tch!," he scoffed before crossing his arms, "Yeah right. You crash all my events especially after I win against a gym challenger." Your eyes widened. ....Gym chall-..OH!! Now you remember! You looked between the two who had a resemblance now that you looked at them. Gym Leaders Melony and Gordie! So that's why he looked semi familiar to you. These were some of the few characters you actually remembered from your time playing the game! ..Oh. And they were known for fighting of course. "You're lucky you didn't cause her to hit her head during the fall!" You looked back up blinking wide eyed at him as he scowled at his mother. "Did you even apologise to her or were you just gonna forget that too?"

You stared wide eyed at him. Who says that to their own mother!? Through all this Melony just calmly and sadly watched him as he angrily spewed out. You WISH your mom was like Melony- "HEY!!" You were quick to try and rise to your feet stumbling a bit on the snow as you did. Rising up with your own frown behind the scarf covering your face and quickly dusting yourself off.

"Ah man. Are you alright there?," he asked holding his hand out. "Sorry about my mom-"

"Oh be quiet!" You bluntly said as you snapped your face to him, which combined with your sharp tone seemed to make him pause in the moment. "I know exactly who you are!! What is WRONG with you man!?" You couldn't help but shout at him. Well considering Gordie's only a side character who you wouldn't probably see again after Gloria defeated him, it would be ok to shout at him. Especially since you weren't in the game's storyline at the moment. So you jabbed him in the chest which made him blinked and take a couple steps back. "Of course your mother apologized to me but that's NOT the point! It was an accident and I happened to run into HER! Not the other way around!! Are you kidding me with your behavior right now, Gordie!? Don't you see what you're doing!?" You gestured towards Melony who looked shocked herself seeing you jab at her son. "You're yelling at your own mother who didn't do anything wrong in front of a bunch of your fans in public!? Are you trying to embarrass her or something!? Your mom's so much nicer than you!! Geez! What were those guys thinking!?"

"I-...W-Wha-" He sputtered but you shut him down real quick.

"NO! You're not allowed to talk to me! You know why? Because your mom's one of the nicest people in all of Galar!! DUDE GET OVER YOUR STUPID EGO!! You both had a fight like..years ago!? So WHAT?! You're running your own stadium you wanted and you have like loads of fans! Don't you think that bashing her in front of your fans would make her look bad!?....No. Scratch that." He blinked as you took a step forward and he stepped back. "It makes YOU look bad! SO I am NOT a fan of yours! I'm just here looking for a missing camera but even if I didn't I'd still feel bad for your mother! Don't you think the reason Melony makes an effort to be in your fan club and trying so hard to support you is her way of showing she cares about you and is actually sorry about the fight you two had!?" You shook your head. "Gosh. Your head must be thicker than a onix if you missed that!!"

There was silence all around as the once crowd of chattering people were all shocked and staring at you, Gordie, or Melony or looking between the three of you as Gordie just stared jaw dropped and making noises like a fish out of water as you scoffed and turned around. Melony watching with equal reaction to her son and even passing people who weren't a part of the crowd was staring right at you as you turned your back to him.

"So don't apologize to me. Because the only one you should be apologizing to is your poor mother." You gave him one last very SERIOUS look over your shoulder. "As someone who wished for a parent like her, you need to get a reality check man." You turned back to his shocked mother before sighing. "I'm really sorry about all this, Ma'am. But I gotta go. I have to meet up back with my friends."

With a new sour feeling that combined with your annoyance with the cold and falling down, without looking behind you, you turned on your heels and stomped off back towards where Gloria was headed when you both split up. You didn't feel like staying at the Hero's Bath any longer now with the eerie silent you left behind. Everyone watched after you as you disappeared....until a single THUNK sound broke the silence as Gordie's shades fell off his shocked face to the cold ground below.

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lucy-verse · 10 months ago

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Scary how I conveniently come across this post now.

A few days ago, I had to travel to the Isle of Wight (a small island in the English Channel) for my great aunt’s funeral. She was an incredible woman; headstrong, loving, compassionate, stubborn as a mule, and such a control freak that she planned her funeral twenty-two years in advance because even death couldn’t stop her having things exactly the way she wanted.

While we were there, my mother and I stayed at an acquaintance’s house, and I spent the first night crying my eyes out in a stranger’s spare bedroom because this little island held so many memories of not only my aunt but my childhood in general. My sister and I spent nearly every summer at her bungalow, playing with her old Labrador, splashing around in her swimming pool, and watching movies on her tiny box of a television before squeezing ourselves top-to-tail in one of her guest beds. And now it was all gone, and the realisation that I’d never see her again or hear her voice caused me so much pain, I wished for death as well.

The next morning, as I was preparing for the funeral, I went to charge my phone and nearly had a heart attack, because I saw this hanging just about the empty socket.

To say I’m afraid of spiders is a massive understatement. I have such bad arachnophobia, I can’t even sleep in my room if I know a spider is there. I usually kill them on instinct if no one else is around to take them away for me. I’ve even had a panic attack just at the sight of one.

So, there I was, my heart racing and my hand raised, ready to squash the eight-legged monstrosity. And then out of nowhere, I suddenly felt eerily calm. My fear just went away. I looked at this little spider minding her own business and suddenly I wasn’t afraid anymore. I have no idea how or why, but the feeling was just gone.

Then for the first time in the twenty-seven years I’ve been alive, I held a spider in my hands.

It may not seem like a big deal, but you have to realise, this is a creature that I am usually (and irrationally) deathly afraid of, and can barely look at without feeling sick. Yet, as I carried her across the room and let her out onto the windowsill, all I felt was this weird tranquility.

As I mentioned before, there was a terrible storm going on outside. This spider was so light, she was being blown around in the wind, barely able to keep a hold of the windowsill, and suddenly I realised the whole reason she was in the house was likely to seek refuge from the awful weather. As anyone would.

So I reached out, picked her up, and brought her back in.

I carefully set my hand against the wall, gave her time to get a grip, and she slowly crawled up to sit by the TV in the corner.

I decided to call her Charlotte. I know, so original.

I slept like a baby that night. The day we went home, Charlotte had spun a new web for herself and was sitting comfortably by the TV, far less exposed than before. The sight made me smile.

I have no idea what came over me that morning. Why, after twenty-seven years, my fear just vanished. Maybe grief had desensitised me. Maybe my aunt was somehow with me and gave me the courage to show mercy. I don’t know.

But I’m glad I did what I did. If nothing else, it’s what my aunt would have wanted. Because if there was one thing she believed in, it was that nothing deserved to die purely because it existed.

Rare pity, mercy and compassion of the giants called humanity

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"stuck in this fairytale || choi san || series || eight part

| genre: prince! san. fluff. angst. adventure | mentions: cursing. | here's the first part

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After the unsettling events, you and the guards decided it was best to set up camp for the night. San needed time to recover, and you couldn't push forward while he was in such a vulnerable state. The air felt thick with tension, and although the night was quiet, an odd sensation lingered, as if the darkness itself was watching.

San lay close by, his breathing slow and even, though his face was still pale. His usual strength seemed drained, and seeing him like this stirred a pang of worry deep in your chest. You knelt down beside him, your hands busy as you pulled a blanket over his form, making sure he was warm and comfortable. As you did, you couldn’t help but notice the scales that had shimmered earlier from his arms, now some crawled its way to his neck.

He had been so strong through it all, but tonight had exposed his vulnerability in ways you weren’t prepared for. You’d never seen him like this—so fragile, so human. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to focus on the task at hand.

With the campfire crackling softly behind you, keeping a close watch. Your thoughts drifted to Wooyoung and the Kims. How are they faring with their curses? The symptoms San displayed were so eerily similar to Wooyoung’s episode after the festival. It was more intense, and the transformation was now physically visible.

You felt a chill run down your spine as the thought crossed your mind: Wooyoung mentioned his other cousins are cursed as well. Who are they? Where are they?

The uncertainty gnawed at you, but you knew that tonight wasn’t the time to dwell on unanswered questions. Right now, you need to be here for San. Closing the old book about Dragon Mountain, you placed it gently on the ground beside you. The story felt too close to home now, especially seeing San’s curse manifest in such a terrifying way. The weight of it all settled over you like a thick fog, but then, a memory surfaced—a moment of calm amid the storm.

It was late one night when San had called you, his voice hoarse and weak over the phone. He’d been running a fever and asked if you had any herbal tea that might help him feel better. Without hesitation, you had rushed to his place, but instead of just bringing tea, you’d packed a bag full of random snacks. You hadn’t thought about it much at the time, but looking back now, you realized how instinctively you always care for him.

When you arrived at his doorstep, San had opened the door slowly, his movements sluggish like a turtle. His face had been flushed from the fever, and his eyes dull with exhaustion. You didn’t hesitate to take charge, gently pushing him back into bed and tucking him in as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You could still picture the way his head had tilted slightly as you placed the cooling pad on his forehead, his body jerking slightly at the cold touch before he relaxed. The smile that had tugged at your lips in that moment felt bittersweet now. You had stayed with him, patting him down with a cool washcloth to ease his fever, watching over him as he slept.

His face, even now as he lay beside you, looked so peaceful. Brushing up his chestnut hair as you pat down his body with the washcloth to cool down his body temperature.

Despite everything—the curse, the pain, the fear—there was something undeniably serene about him. You reached out, almost unconsciously, brushing a strand of hair— much longer than before— away from his face, just like you had that night.

“Even back then, you never let anyone know your struggles, did you?" Your voice was a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the quiet. You thought back to that day, when the news of his grandfather’s passing had left him shattered inside, though he'd tried so hard not to show it. You hadn’t been close with San back then, but you had accompanied Wooyoung and Jongho to Namhae, dressed in black, offering your quiet support.

You remembered how he greeted everyone with a smile, even though tears streaked his cheeks. That smile—it hadn’t reached his eyes. Behind the façade, a part of him had burned away, leaving only ashes. That image haunted you now as you sat with him once again.

You sighed, the tightening in your chest a painful reminder of how deeply you wished you could have been there for him more, asked more questions, pushed harder to understand. But it was too late for regrets. All you could do now was remain by his side, determined to protect him in whatever way you could.

San shifted slightly, letting out a soft sigh as he settled deeper into sleep. The night camp was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fire and the distant murmur of the guards standing watch. You gazed up at the stars above, their faint glow barely cutting through the night’s darkness. You made a silent vow, staring into the endless sky.

You wouldn't rest until you unraveled the full truth behind the curse that plagued San and his family. You were drawn into this journey for a reason, and now, more than ever, you were determined to find the answers that could save him. Save them all.

When morning came, the camp was bustling with activity as everyone packed up to continue the journey. You struggled to mount your horse, the weight of your satchel making it difficult. After a few failed attempts, trying to hoist yourself up, which fails miserably as your other leg can’t go over, you felt strong hands on your hips, effortlessly lifting you up onto the saddle.

Looking down, you saw San smiling up at you. "Comfortable?" he asked, his tone light despite the intensity of the days before.

You nodded, a blush creeping up your cheeks. "Yeah, thank you, San."

He walked backward, keeping his eyes on you for a moment before spinning around to mount his own horse, aided by his guards. As you adjusted yourself in the saddle, you return your gaze in front of you, you were met with a horrifying sight. Your eyes widen as the small flying figure, in the fast pace, flew over your head heavily, startling everyone on the way.

“Dragon!” One of the guards yelled as chaos erupted around you, as most of them hoisted themselves up on their horses. Some horses bolted, leaving their riders scrambling and running off leaving some guards. Some in standy by to protect the prince.

Flinching as it flew once again, and that is not the only one— Murks came in. Your head snapped towards San, “We have to go!”

“Your highness, we’ll make an opening for you and Miss Brigid! Go!” The chief head guard, Seonghwa, appointed guard of San— which you half-jokingly convinced he was the same senior from your university in another life.

And you were right because his undercut hair that swooned many girls inside the campus and looks at you and San with the same look he shows when playing soccer with his friends, “Go!”

San looked at you and nodded, snapping the reins as he took the lead.

You look back at Seonghwa, who grunted as one of the Murks flew over him, swinging his sword, “Go Miss Birgid!” Your throat slump in nervous, “Be careful Seonghwa-ssi!”Your horse reared, front legs kicking up before galloping after San’s, leaving Seonghwa baffled.

“H-How did she know my name?”

The noise of chaos soon calmed down as you rode further and further, following the river. You were ducking as each of the branch trees were lowered more than you expected, as you two thought were in the clear,your heart lurched as more Murks descended from the sky.

You were taken off guard as it grabbed you by your clothes and threw you off your horse. Your horse neighs rather loudly in panic and fear of the Murk and runs in a different direction. With a panicked cry, you collided with a tree branch, the impact knocking the wind out of you before you crumpled to the ground.

“Brigid!” San’s voice rang out in desperation. He leapt from his horse, slicing through the Murk that had attacked you. Dust filled the air as the creature disintegrated. You groan, sitting up. San heard your soft cries and helped you sit against the tree, you turned to San and saw another one coming by San’s back.

“San watch out!” You pushed San to the side as the Murk, an unexpected claw came and scratched your arm which you used to shield yourself as it was not time for you to move because of your first injury. You hissed as the claw was deep enough to draw out blood.

San panted and came towards you, he saw you cringing at the pain. He tore a strip of cloth from his tunic and wrapped it around your wound. “They’re getting stronger.” You whisper. San looks at you confused, “Does it mean something?”

Nodding slowly, “It means we’re nearing your answer, San.” You whisper.

San's expression hardened, an unreadable look flashing across his face. He pulls you up on your feet. He helped you to your feet, his arm around your waist to steady you.“The answer could be here since this is where the river meets the sea and in a few more days, you'll be at Prince Yunho and Yeosang’s kingdom.”

From the mention of the two prince brothers, your ears perked up not because of the nearing kingdom but from the heavy flaps of wings. You looked up and saw the dragon flying up in the sky freely, but you were met with a Murk as it went, grabbing you by the shoulders and lifting you into the sky.

“San!” You screamed San's name, thrashing helplessly as the ground became a distant blur beneath you.

“Fuck, Brigid!” San stood there helplessly but he did not have much time to dwell when an army of Murks came out of nowhere. You struggle on the grip of the Murks, trying to un-claw it or loosen its grip by scratching it but to your dismay, nothing happens. You were a few feet above ground and you were nearing the river, knocking your heart out of your chest as the water was no longer calm but heavy and aggressive.

“Let me go you fuck fart!” As you shriek, the dragon— just a few yards away made a turn before drafting towards your direction. Closing your eyes to prepare before you heard the Murk cried loudly and that is where you felt light weighted and gravity pulling you down. Your eyes widen as your hand thrashes, clawed like as if it would help you fly your way up.

It felt like wind was knocking off of you as you were caught by the claw of the dragon who swooped down and rolled you down back on the ground. Safely. You pushed yourself up from the ground, watching the dragon fly over your head and somewhere else.

Dazed, you barely had time to process what had happened when Seonghwa appeared, rushing to your side. "Miss Brigid?" he called, his armor clanging as he approached.

“Miss Brigid!” You turn around to see Seonghwa with the other guards. You sigh in relief but it left you all stiff when you remember San by himself. You shakily pointed where you left San, “San! He’s fighting off Murks, please help him!”

Seonghwa nodded, with a signal all of the guards ran off towards where their prince was. You wince when the wind nips on your claw wound on your arm, Seonghwa stayed by your side, you were limping march towards you with a concerned look, his armour clanging yet his gloved hand had taken your wrist gently and looked at your arm.

“That’s quite deep, mind if you tell me how it happened?” He grabs his handkerchief inside his armor and wraps it around your arm, “Murks. They’re getting stronger.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “They were never like this. Just harmless flying things in the sky.”

You nodded, “It was told to me they appeared when the answer was nearing.”

“The nearing kingdoms and their people are aware of the curse on the family. They tried to help but it never neared one step and everyone stopped.”

You hummed thoughtfully, nodding as you observed the people around you. They tried to help, but without knowing the true history of the curse, their efforts fell short. “It only takes a brave soul to conquer,” you mused, voice quiet but steady.

“That brave soul must be you then.”

You turned to face him, startled by the softness of his words, only to find Seonghwa already gazing at you. His hand cradled your wrist with a gentleness that sent warmth through you. His lips parted as he drew in a breath, his tongue darting out to moisten them. "Everyone else might be wary of you, might question why you appeared out of nowhere, but I don't. I’ve grown up here, these princes—these kingdoms—they are my solace. I can’t bear to see it all crumble because of this curse."

His eyes, full of a desperate plea, met yours as he carefully clasped your hands in his. There was an unspoken weight in the way his fingers curled around yours, as if the hopes of an entire kingdom rested between your palms. "If you are here for a reason," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "please save my friends."

For a moment, silence fell between you, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. His gaze never wavered, searching your face as if you held the answers to everything he feared. Slowly, you nodded, the fire of determination sparking within you. You could feel it growing stronger, like a flame being stoked into life.

“I’ll do my best, Seonghwa-ssi," you whispered, your grip tightening slightly on his hands, grounding both of you in the moment. The resolve in your voice mirrored the promise in your heart. Whatever lay ahead, you would face it together.

“How did you—”

“Watch out!” You shouted, shoving Seonghwa to the side just as a Murk lunged from behind him. The shadowy figure’s claws barely missed him by inches. Without thinking, you grabbed his hand and bolted, pulling him with you as you darted in the direction where you last saw San. “I know I said I’d save everyone, but let’s help San first!”

As you arrived, the scene was pure chaos. Murks swarmed the area, their ominous forms moving like dark clouds, while guards swung their weapons, doing everything they could to fend them off. You were panting heavily, sweat dripping down your face. “I should’ve gone to the gym with San and Jongho,” you muttered under your breath, glancing around desperately.

Your eyes frantically searched the battlefield, scanning through the murky haze of the attacking creatures. And then, you saw him—San, standing his ground, fierce and determined, but unaware of the danger creeping up behind him. Your heart skipped a beat. The Murks advancing toward him weren’t like the others—they were faster, more deliberate in their movements, and they were closing in fast.

Your instincts kicked in before you could think. Letting go of Seonghwa’s hand, you sprinted toward San, adrenaline surging through your veins. “San!” you called out, but he couldn’t hear you over the noise of battle.

Without hesitation, you tackled the nearest creeping Murk to the ground, sending both of you crashing onto the dirt. It writhed beneath you, squirming like a trapped worm as you struggled to hold it down. Puffing your cheeks in frustration, you yanked at the hood covering its face, determined to see what lay beneath. But what you saw made your blood freeze.

“Jongho-yah?!” you gasped in disbelief.

The figure beneath you stopped struggling, his head snapping up at the sound of your voice. Wide, familiar eyes met yours, just as shocked. “Bookie?!”

Only one person called you that nickname.

“Jongho?! What—what are you doing here?!” You stammered, scrambling to your feet as realization hit you like a tidal wave.

Jongho’s brows furrowed, still lying on the ground with a look of pure confusion. “Wh-what do you mean? I was just out for a walk, minding my own business, when this stupid book hit me in the head!” He sat up, pointing toward the very book you had been carrying with you throughout your journey. It was lying nearby, pages rustling as if taunting you with the impossibility of the situation.

“What—no, Jongho… You transported here?!” You exclaimed, eyes wide as you looked between him and the book.

Jongho rubbed the back of his head, still frowning. “More like I entered into whatever world this is.”

Before you could even process what he said, something shifted around you. The atmosphere became heavy, the tension thickening. The Murks’ presence changed. Their previously grayish-green aura began to shift—turning to an eerie blue, almost translucent, like they were fading in and out of existence. You weren’t the only one who noticed. Everyone around you, from the guards to Seonghwa, paused as the air crackled with energy.

The Murks drew closer to one of the guards, but before it could even touch him, it was thrown back as if an invisible force had repelled it.

Your breath hitched. “This isn’t good,” you whispered to yourself, snapping out of your shock as you turned back to Jongho.

Scrambling to your feet, you rushed over to him, pulling him up by his arm. “Jongho! Get up!” He blinked, disoriented and still clearly trying to understand what was happening around him. His panic was evident, and he spun around to take in the chaos.

“Jongho,” you grabbed his shoulders, trying to anchor him to the moment, trying to make him focus. “Look at me, bearie!” you urged, using his old nickname to snap him out of it. His wide, trembling eyes finally locked onto yours.

“You have to trust me on this. If things go wrong, you’ll be safer with Seonghwa,” you said, your voice urgent but steady.

His eyes widened in confusion. “S-Seonghwa-hyung is here?” he stammered, licking his lips out of nervous habit.

“Yes, Seonghwa, Hongjoong—Wooyoung is here too. All your friends, my friends, we’re all here! But listen to me, okay?” you said firmly, gripping his shoulders tighter to keep him grounded in the moment.

Jongho swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to calm down. He nodded, though his eyes were still wide with fear and confusion.

“You’ll be okay,” you reassured him, your voice softening. “It might seem like this whole thing is crazy, out of this world, but I know you. You adapt well—you always have.”

Jongho let out a shaky breath, nodding again, though he still looked like he had a thousand questions swirling in his mind. “Okay,” he sighed deeply, “but promise me you’ll explain everything.”

“I will,” you said, giving him a small smile despite the chaos surrounding you. You weren’t sure how this whole situation would unfold, but you knew one thing for certain—you weren’t letting your best friend face it alone.

The battle with the Murks intensified, and as you looked around, you could see how outnumbered your group was. Exhaustion had set in, especially after your powers began to flicker like a dying flame— not even an ounce of power was surging through your body like it was before. And it was slowly scaring you.

Were those flames just a spur of the moment? They just appeared in the first chapter for nothing? Or were you slowly engaging more of the story that you lost connection to yourself?

Your eyes widen in realisation, maybe that it could be it. But how? Now that you were nearing the answer and nearing danger.

You had been told stories of how San’s lineage was powerful, how their ancestors once warded off entire armies. But now, standing in the valley surrounded by these shadowy creatures, you could barely muster the strength to summon your flames.

The valley echoed with the sound of clashing steel and inhuman roars as the battle raged on, the Murks growing stronger with each passing moment. Their shadowy forms weaved through the mist like dark phantoms, relentlessly advancing despite the guards’ best efforts to fend them off. You were panting, your breath uneven, and sweat dripped down your temple, stinging your eyes. Every muscle in your body screamed in exhaustion, yet the fight wasn’t over.

San was holding his ground nearby, his movements swift yet increasingly desperate. His blade sliced through the air, striking down Murks that came too close, but he was tiring. You could see it in the way his shoulders drooped, how his steps faltered for a split second too long.

Your heart clenched painfully at the sight. The memory of the first ambush flashed in your mind—the way you had been so helpless, your powers barely flickering like a weak candle in the wind. That day, on the way to the Kim Empire, you’d felt that same sense of inadequacy as the Murks descended upon you, and now, even with all the battles you had faced since, your power still felt fragile, slipping from your grasp.

“Not again…” you whispered under your breath, refusing to let history repeat itself.

You forced yourself to focus, gathering what little energy you had left to protect San and the others. But just as you prepared to unleash a spell, you heard Jongho’s voice—loud, confused, and terrified.

“Bookie!” he called out from behind you.

Your heart stopped. Jongho—your best friend who’d been thrown into this chaos—was in danger. You whipped around just in time to see a group of Murks closing in on him. They were different from the ones before—faster, more deliberate, their shadows pulsing with a sickly blue hue. They moved like hunters stalking their prey, eyes locked on Jongho, who stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

“No!” you shouted, your body moving before your mind could catch up. Without hesitation, you threw yourself between Jongho and the advancing Murks, raising your arms to shield him. The first blow hit you hard, knocking the wind from your lungs, but you stayed on your feet. Your powers flickered—weak, barely a spark—but you held on, determined to protect him.

“Go Jongho!” You screamed, blocking the Murks attack, Jongho shook his head, “No– No I’m not leaving, give me the sword!”

The second strike came faster than you anticipated. One of the Murks lashed out with its shadowy claws, catching your side. Pain exploded through your body, and you gasped, stumbling backward as blood trickled from the wound. The world around you blurred, but you pushed through the haze, refusing to let go.

“Bookie, move!” Jongho’s voice was frantic, but you couldn’t leave him unprotected, spinning around to push him off as you both were slowly edging towards the cliff and he might fall and hurt himself. And you wouldn’t forgive yourself for letting one of your friends hurt. You braced yourself, preparing to cast a flaming barrier around you, but your powers faltered again, flickering out like a candle snuffed by the wind.

San saw it coming and with a final blow to the Murks. His face etched in worry and determination, as his feet dashed as fast as he can towards you. His heart pounding in his chest as each step but what it did lost all his hope when the Murks took advantage of your moment of weakness. A particularly powerful one struck your side again, sending you tumbling down the steep hill.

His breath caught in his throat as he watch your body rolled uncontrollably, crashing against rocks and debris as you twisted your ankle.

"No ... No! NO! BRIGID!" San’s voice cracked with desperation, and you could picture the look on his face—wide-eyed, filled with terror as he fought to reach you.

A sharp pain shooting up your leg. You tried to scream, but the air had been knocked out of your lungs. Your vision blurred with each impact, and when your head finally struck a large stone, the world tilted violently before going black.

In those final moments of consciousness, you could hear them—faint, but there, calling out for you.

Seonghwa saw what happened, hurriedly went beside San, “Prince San...” Seonghwa’s more formal tone as he place a hand on his shoulder, halting him on his further actions.

“Bookie!” Jongho’s panicked shout was the last thing you heard, tinged with confusion and fear for his best friend who had just saved him.

Their voices grew distant, like echoes fading into the void. Darkness closed in around you, your body too weak to respond. The world grew quieter, colder, and as the pain dulled, your last thought was of them—San, Jongho, Seonghwa—and how you had tried to protect them, even if you had failed.

And then, everything went silent.

Days had passed, yet there was still no sign of you. The once hopeful search had turned into a frantic race against time. The valley where the battle had taken place had been scoured multiple times, the rough terrain yielding no answers, no trace of you. Every passing hour felt like a weight on the hearts of those who cared for you, especially San.

San had returned to the Kim Kingdom, battered and bruised from the battle. His body was marked by the signs of combat—deep cuts, bruises, and the weariness of a warrior who had fought hard. But these injuries were nothing compared to the wound festering in his heart. He had come back without you. He had no words to offer, no explanation for what had happened. His silence spoke volumes, but it wasn’t until Wooyoung saw him that the full gravity of the situation came crashing down.

Wooyoung had been waiting eagerly for the group’s return, expecting to see you among them, perhaps a little scraped up but smiling as you always did after surviving a battle. However, when San arrived, limping and eyes shadowed with guilt, something in Wooyoung shattered. His chest tightened with dread when he realized—you weren’t there.

“Nerdy girl? San, where’s Brigid? Where is she?” Wooyoung’s voice wavered, barely holding back the panic threatening to rise in his throat. Wooyoung had expected news of a victory, of a safe return from the mission, but instead, he found San sitting in the quiet of the room, his eyes dark and hollow. The tension was suffocating, and when Wooyoung asked about you, the silence that followed was more terrifying than any answer.

“Where is she?” Wooyoung asked, his voice soft but filled with an underlying urgency.

San didn’t respond at first. He swallowed hard, unable to meet Wooyoung’s eyes, his hands clenched into fists as if trying to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to break free. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out. And then, with a voice that was barely above a whisper, San muttered, “I’m sorry, Woo.”

Wooyoung’s world seemed to tilt on its axis. His eyes flickered, full of anguish. That’s when Wooyoung saw the truth in his silence. You were missing. The weight of the realization hit him like a punch to the gut, his legs almost giving out beneath him.

“We … We couldn’t find her.” He froze, staring at San in disbelief, his heart sinking as the words registered in his mind. “What do you mean you couldn’t find her?” But he was met in silence. With wobbling bottom lips and tears ready to burst again, “Choi San! What do you mean you can’t find her?!” he demanded, his voice growing louder, panic creeping in.

San’s face was pale, and for a moment, it looked as though he might break down completely. But it wasn’t San who broke first.

Wooyoung’s breath hitched, his emotions crashing down all at once. Tears welled in his eyes, and before he could stop them, they began streaming down his face. “No, no, no…,” Wooyoung whispered, shaking his head in denial as if he could somehow undo the truth. He wiped at his tears angrily, but they kept falling, uncontrollable. He had always been the emotional one, but this—this was different. The thought of you missing, alone and lost in the wilderness, was unbearable.

As Wooyoung tried to compose himself, his gaze landed on Jongho, who was standing by the doorway, confusion etched on his face. Jongho held something in his hand, something that looked painfully familiar. Your satchel—worn and dusty, as if it had been through the same battle that had claimed you. Jongho handed over to Wooyung and fresh tears began to fall.

Jongho’s brow furrowed. He looked at Wooyoung, searching for answers, but Wooyoung’s tear-streaked face only deepened his confusion. “What is this?” Jongho asked, his voice shaky. “What happened? Where is she?” Jongho’s face was pale, his confusion deepening.

Wooyoung inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself before he spoke. He reached out and placed a comforting hand on Jongho’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “I’m not sure how to explain this,” he began softly, his voice thick with emotion, “but you’re not where you think you are, Jongho. You were transported here to this place, just like nerdy girl and… she protected you. She saved you.”

Jongho blinked, his mind racing to piece together the fragments of information he’d been given since he’d appeared in this strange world. His confusion was palpable, but Wooyoung could see the flicker of understanding in his eyes. Despite the chaos, despite the overwhelming circumstances, Jongho had always been the calm one—the one who could take in new information and process it logically.

Wooyoung inhaled deeply, trying to steady himself before he spoke. He reached out and placed a comforting hand on Jongho’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “We don’t know where she is, Jongho,” Wooyoung explained softly, his voice trembling with unshed tears.

“She sacrificed herself,” he continued, his voice trembling. “She kept you safe, Jongho. We don’t know where she is.” Jongho’s eyes widened as the weight of Wooyoung’s words settled in. His lips parted, but no words came out. He looked down at the satchel in Wooyoung’s hand, as if it suddenly carried the weight of the entire world. He inhaled sharply, trying to keep his composure.

The memory of the battle flickering back to him. His face twisted with guilt and confusion. “She… she saved me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “She threw herself in front of me. I didn’t even realize… I didn’t know…”

Wooyoung could see the guilt creeping into Jongho’s eyes, the same guilt that was eating away at San. He pulled Jongho into a tight embrace, despite knowing the maknae does not like close physical touch but in this moment, they knew they needed it and allowing him a moment to release the tension. Wooyoung felt Jongho’s shoulders shake as he tried to hold back his tears. “It’s not your fault,” Wooyoung murmured, squeezing him a little tighter.

For a long moment, the two of them stood in silence, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Then, with a heavy sigh, Jongho nodded. He wasn’t one to panic. He would wait for answers, stay calm, but the fear in his heart was undeniable. Wooyoung could see it in the way his shoulders tensed, the way his jaw clenched as he held back his own emotions.

“We’ll find her,” Wooyoung whispered, more to himself than to Jongho. “We’ll bring her back.”

When night falls, in the solitude of his room, San sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the floor. The guilt gnawed at him, an ever-present weight that suffocated him more with each passing second. His mind replayed the moment over and over—the way you had thrown yourself between Jongho and the Murks, your powers barely holding out as you fought to protect everyone but yourself. He had watched, helpless, as you sacrificed yourself, rolling down the steep hill, disappearing from sight.

It should have been him. He was the warrior, the protector. It was his duty to shield you, to fight by your side. And yet, in that crucial moment, all he had done was stand there and watch as hope vanished right before his eyes.

Tears welled up, but San clenched his jaw, refusing to let them fall. He couldn’t break—not yet. But the image of you, your last desperate act of courage, haunted him. The silence of his room was unbearable, pressing down on him until he couldn’t breathe. Finally, when the weight became too much, a single tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another, and another. He cried silently, his shoulders shaking as he buried his face in his hands.

The night stretched on, long and unforgiving, as Seonghwa remained vigilant, his jaw set in determination. His entire guard team was out searching for you, combing through every inch of the valley, the mountains, and beyond. They wouldn’t stop until they found you, but the search was long, and the darkness offered no clues.

Seonghwa’s heart ached as he looked out over the kingdom from his vantage point, the moon casting a pale glow over the landscape. He hadn’t slept in days, his mind consumed with thoughts of you—where you were, if you were safe, if they would ever see you again. The guilt weighed heavily on him too, but Seonghwa refused to give up hope. His entire guard team was searching for you, and they wouldn’t stop until they found you.

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pussyslayer69 · 10 months ago

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All in due time.

Heyya. This is chapter 2 of 'How i wish to adore you'. I'm still figuring out how tumblr works lol.

Attempt 5

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Oh, great. It was her alarm… AGAIN. Elizabeth already snoozed it five times. She groaned, not wanting to get up. She already knew this day would be boring. Why bother waking up? She couldn’t work. She couldn’t leave. Screw being a journalist. She rolled her eyes, deciding to spare herself a headache by making her alarm shut up for good. Eliza let out a sigh of sweet relief as the constant beeping stopped.

As she picked up her phone, she felt the cold glass beneath her fingertips. It was fully charged, of course. She turned her phone on, temporarily getting blinded by the brightness. Her expression softened at her wallpaper. It was a picture of her friends on the beach with her. She missed them. But, alas. Not everything could last. She didn’t talk to those friends anymore. Elizabeth felt like they just used her for her grades and money when they were attending uni. She wasn’t rich by any means, no. But she lived a comfortable lifestyle that allowed her to splurge from time to time.

Eliza shook her head to clear her head from any thoughts, making a mental note to change her wallpaper later. Her blood ran cold as she saw the notification of her boss. She hoped it would be details about her definitely-planned trip to Romania.

“Subject: Relocation Details for Romania Assignment

Dear Elizabeth,

I hope this email finds you well. As you prepare for your assignment in Romania, here are some key details to assist with your relocation:

1. Accommodation:Temporary housing in Bucharest is arranged until you find a permanent residence. Details are attached, and HR can help with long-term housing.

2. Visa and Work Permit: Ensure you have the necessary documents. HR can assist if needed.

3. Healthcare:Review your insurance for coverage in Romania or explore options.

4. Transportation:Familiarize yourself with local transportation options.

5. Cultural Orientation: Learn about Romanian culture for easier integration.

6. Communication: Keep in touch with our team for support.

7.Emergency Contacts: Have local emergency contacts handy.

Reach out if you need further assistance. Wishing you a smooth transition and success in Romania.

Best regards.

THE MORNING STAR”

The Morning Star was the publishing company she worked at. Elizabeth was an editor. It was alright. But now she had to learn basic Romanian. She rolled her eyes, not looking forward to her routine being interrupted. At least she had an excuse to buy Super Duolingo now. She sighed again, sitting up in her soft, cozy bed. She didn’t want to get up. She tried looking on the bright side. Would she have free healthcare? Perhaps. She hoped she had free healthcare. A visa was probably already taken care of, knowing her boss. Her boss, Owen, was a nice guy. He was the editor-in-chief. He probably owned The Morning Star. He had known Eliza since she was a first-year university student. Her memory flooded with memories of her first day at The Morning Star. She used to be so quiet and nervous, but she stood out in the eyes of Owen.

… That’s why they slept together.

Well, in her first year. It was a one-time thing. No feelings attached. He was a handsome man, yet she couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t ethical. It wasn’t, but she still felt guilty. It happened a while ago. It would be best not to dwell on the past, she thought.

Her stomach rumbled. Food. Yep, she needed some food. Elizabeth still had some stuff from the grocery store. She slipped on some socks and walked over to the small kitchen she had.

She picked up some strawberries from the fridge and washed them. The cool water felt calming on her skin. It reminded her to take a shower later in the evening. She could still smell the lasting scent of pine in her hair. It was nice. It reminded her of home.

Eliza’s thoughts became overwhelmed as she calmly ate the strawberries on the couch. She got a sudden feeling of homesickness. Her childhood home, back in Oregon. It was gorgeous there. She could remember playing with her animals. She used to have a tiny lamb named Razzle… Used to. A mountain lion ate the poor thing. Her 10 year old self was devastated. Her mind wandered to her parents. Sadness. That’s what she felt. Eliza’s parents weren’t… Bad. Just a little unsupportive.

They never supported her writing career. Mostly because her grades in school weren’t good. Her father always liked to remind her of that. Her mother, on the other hand, was a very kind woman. She had no idea why her parents got married. Probably because of tax benefits. She never saw them show affection. Not even to her. She hoped her parents were doing alright. The last time she saw them they got into an argument about her career.

Her appetite vanished as she thought back. Her parents just wanted the best for her, she reminded herself. Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling of being alone in the world. Her parents didn’t even read the first paper she wrote for The Morning Star. She rolled her eyes. It felt like the argument was so petty and childish. It was uncalled for. Was it really that much of a hassle to support your kid?

Eliza decided not to have children a long time ago. She knew how easy it was to fuck them up mentally. But mostly because of her fear of pregnancy. She shuddered at the thought of a baby growing inside her. It freaked her out.

She reluctantly finished the strawberries and left the plate on the glass coffee table. Wow, what a great way to start her day. She didn’t feel like doing anything. Eliza just wanted to rot in bed all day and watch movies. She hated to think about her childhood. It brought her into a sour mood, conflicted by the disagreements. She was happy she moved away first chance she got, at least. Eliza looked at herself in the mirror next to the TV. Average. That’s what she was. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a little over 5’11. She never cared about her appearance that much, being focused on her career and hobbies. She had dyed her hair before. Neon blue when she was sixteen as an act of rebellion against her parents. She chuckled at the memory of her whole bathroom being stained blue. Her parents weren’t very happy about it.

Now, eight years later, she understood why her parents hated her dyed hair so much. It looked horrible and choppy. She thought she looked much better with brown hair. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to stare into the mirror. She didn’t want to bring back old insecurities.

After she brushed her teeth and combed her hair, she got back into bed. Eliza almost felt numb. She didn’t know why the memories brought her such pain. She considered going to therapy for a while, but decided against it. She didn’t even talk to her friends about her feelings, let alone a fucking stranger. She thought it was all a scam.

… And they were way too expensive.

She liked to drink and smoke away her problems, anyway. It made her forget. For a while, at least. She didn’t consider herself an addict by any means, but it just felt nice. After a while, she pulled out her phone, opened a YouTube ASMR video and went right back to sleep.

It was way too early, anyway. She deserved to sleep. The pressure of moving weighed heavy on her shoulders. She felt trapped. Eliza didn’t have a choice. She just wanted to be free and live her life the way she wants.

But that was impossible in this economy. Life was literally ‘Pay to win’. She was grateful about living in NYC and having a job, of course. But it just wasn’t for her. It was the same day every day. Mindless typing on her laptop and maybe getting some takeout in the evening. Maybe play some Sims 4. Her life was boring. She had come to accept that. Eliza wanted to do something meaningful with her life, no matter the cost. She was determined and ambitious. She would get what she wanted… Just not now. It would come in due time.

And maybe moving to Romania was the first step...

#original character #original post #useless lesbians #lgbtq #depressing shit #slow burn #im too tired for this #tags are hard #im hard #wlw

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10/7/11

In a state of anxiety, my head in circles right now, spinning suspicion & anger at my own carelessness & stupidity. I fear I may have left my journal at the Italian’s apartment, the one I use while at work to write things out before I put them down in this black book too heavy to lug around. There is not much written about him in there just yet but for a couple of paragraphs I was kicking around, among pages & pages about Boss, about Max, about various others & my own insecurities. I do not want him reading all of the prose I’ve written regarding Boss, as the Italian will immediately know to whom I am referring, & I do NOT want him reading about Max, as it will come off as more than what our relationship really is.

This is not what I wanted to deal with. Not when my feelings of desire for this boy are so fresh, & still quite strong. He’s the first bit of happiness & relief I’ve found in this city in a long time, & I do not have any desire to let that go just yet. Not when he can put this smile on my face.

It started a couple of nights ago. I was at work & he showed up for his shift, surprising me because we hadn’t worked together in a few weeks. I was pleased to see his smile, that rare display of his dimples, his comments, our flirting. We make eye contact & I can’t stop this grin on my face, my attraction to him unsubtle, my normally easy words sticking in my throat. His eyes get me into this nervous box, his dark eyes with bags beneath them as though he hasn’t slept in months. The way he keeps them half-closed & narrowed at me when we make our innuendos. Our advances had taken on a more insistent edge which I assumed was due to not having been around each other for a time. But my hands would shake when he was near, & I faked a sort of bravado so he wouldn’t be able to see the depth of my shyness. How it felt to be the center of his attention. Passing by me I would touch his arm in light affection, he would lightly run his hand across my back. He would head to the door to leave on a delivery, I would be helping a customer, & he would catch my eyes with his own, then that smile before he’d walk out. I’d look down, smiling to myself, & ask the customer to please repeat their order.

All of this touching & eye contact made me bold, & in my impulsive way I requested his phone number from a coworker. I sent him a message, something forgettable about creeping on him through the phone; he responded that it felt alright, asked to whom he was speaking. I let him know by offering that my dimples were cuter than his own. “Ha, you gave it away,” he answered. “And that’s arguable.”

“We would never know, would we, you don’t ever use yours,” I teased him. He always has such a look of contention on his face, as though he can’t wait to get out of the shop.

“I smile a lot when you’re around,” he replied, making me blush. “Maybe you should try to make me smile more.” I asked him how I might do this, as I know nothing about him. He asked if I would like to get to know him better.

He informed me of his last name, he is a twenty-four-year old Leo, in nursing school. We talked a lot, all through the night actually, messaging back & forth. Banter leading into innuendo, leading into admitting our attraction. I told him I liked him, & that he could do with that information what he pleased. He said he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with that information quite yet, he was uncertain whether he was looking for a relationship that carried any responsibilities. He did quite openly admit that he was attracted to me, & had the desire to see me naked. He also divulged that he is a very sexual person & not self-conscious about it. All of this heavy flirting, paired with our blunt attitudes toward each other led to a highly charged longing to sleep together. It was late & he had class early in the morning so he couldn’t pick me up. I could see his resolve slipping for a moment - “Tell me to come over & I will” - but I didn’t want to be the reason his head was heavy in class. He asked me to come over around nine the next day when he was done with class & before I had to be at work. “I could send you to work with a big smile…” This is not where the conversation ended, however. He engaged me in a round of phone sex, even sending me a picture of his standing erection - “Well here is something to think about.” He told me he was a very passionate lover, & I hoped this was true. I was tired of boys like Jacob & their casualness, their lack of foreplay. I wanted so much to be treated like a woman, something I hadn’t had in a long time, something that was rare even with Max. We said goodnight & I fell asleep in deep anticipation of the next morning, terrified he would be let down by the me in person versus the me over the phone.

He picked me up outside of the coffee shop near the deli, a pair of black-framed glasses I’d never seen before giving his face an added handsomeness. I was scared, not of him but of what his expectations were of me, whether this boy who was so honest about his own sexual drive & his active sex life would find me a great disappointment, the way I find so many to be. Inside his single man apartment we sat on his couch, talking about ourselves as he filled his skull-faced pipe with weed. I felt a little calmer after having smoked, the lines a bit more blurred, but I was too aware of how unintelligent I came off sounding in my high state. I apologized, telling him weed always causes an inarticulateness in me. Normally I wouldn’t have been so bothered by this, but he was surprisingly intelligent, well-spoken & had a lot to say about any subject. I was unused to this as of late, & I worried about how I came off, wanting this boy to think of me as someone worth his time.

Eventually he slid down on the couch, asked me why I was so far away. He pulled me down, then up against him, laying my head on his chest & stroking my hair, telling me I smelled good. We kept up a conversation but it was just background noise to our small motions of running our hands across each other. This to me made whatever would happen irrelevant, as this was more comforting human contact than I’d had in a long time. I hadn’t had this since Ryan, with the exception of Max, & with Max there was always that barrier, that line of knowing it wasn’t real because he didn’t really want me like that. With the Italian I felt the attraction, & there were no false pretenses.

He lifted my face towards his & began to kiss me, kissing that made any other thought escape my dizzy head. I’d so longed for someone to kiss me just as he did, with fever & passion & skill & force, I lost myself in it, became incredibly turned on. He crawled over me, still kissing, grabbing me with strong hands, pulling me against his body, stronger than I had thought. Running my hands through his short, dark hair, not struggling against but latching onto him in return. He didn’t try to take my shirt off which relieved me, instead pulling my breasts out over the low neckline. Bending his head to put his lips against them, my moans, his mouth on my neck, pulling my hair gently. I pulled at his shirt, asking him to take it off, revealing his perfect body. I say perfect meaning, perfect in regard to my ideally-shaped man, not skinny but not chubby, a few extra pounds on him so that he feels solid, nutlike I could break him in half. He had trimmed his body hair which covered him from chest to stomach. I asked him to never do that, to let it grow out. Tattoos on his chest & back, there was no end to my attraction to his body. Strong forearms, my very favorite part of men, & he very definitely had the body of a man. He pulled me into his bedroom & tossed me on the bed as he had promised the night before to do, pulling my pants off of me with ease & eagerness. Despite my reserve, he pushed my legs apart, burying his face in between, waves of heat & pleasure rippling through me. After awhile I pulled him up to me, & he kissed me deeply again, tasting of me & I wrapped my legs around him tightly. We switched to several different positions, each one a new surprise, a new wave of pleasure. I hadn’t anticipated this, though I’d hoped for it, begging the universe for this small kindness, for me to be made love to, not just fucked but truly made love to, like I’d been needing. I’d hoped so strongly that it would be something I would enjoy, not a regret that made me feel used. I’d been expecting the worst, & the relief I felt was immense. With it also came a feeling of apprehension, as this made him now dangerous. I could really start liking him & that wasn’t yet okay, for myself or for him. A harbinger of impulse decisions & symbolic actions, I allowed him to come inside of me, his colossal ecstasy written all over his face & coming out of his strikingly formed mouth.

After all was said & compromised, we went out for a cigarette, sweating in the morning sun. I couldn’t believe that it was only a quarter after ten in the morning. We got into his car & he drove me to the deli.

Exiting his car he told me to text him when I went on my three-hour break, intending that we might go back to his place again. All through work I was chipper, sleepy & disorganized from the weed but in great spirits. I confided to Claudia what had transpired, as she & Derek are the closest thing to friends I have here. She smiled, happy for me, telling me that all of the Mexican girls on the line there had crushes on him “because he looks like a man.” I smiled to myself, knowing the full extent to which he was, in fact, a man. Boss was working with me as well, but I barely noticed through the thoughts of the Italian, the image of his head between my legs eradicating any lasting remnants of the crush I had on Boss. My break didn’t come as early as I’d hoped, so we didn’t end up going to his house for a couple of stolen hours. He did however send me another picture of his erection, “just to let you know I’m thinking of you. I quickly closed the text, laughing & hoping none of my coworkers saw this.

When he came into work we made a lot of eye contact, secret smiles behind them, flirting as casually as we usually do, thrilling that no one had any idea of what our morning consisted of. I’d make up some excuse to grab something he was standing in the way of, “Oh, excuuuuse me,” I’d say sweetly, leaning my whole body against his to reach for what I could have easily asked him to hand me, just to make him stop & smile at me, amused. So much eye contact, double entendres, my stomach in knots. Even texting each other when he was out on deliveries.

It was arranged that I would go to his place when I got off work, he would drop me off & head back when the store called him in for another delivery. He picked me up at the coffee place when he went on break, & we drove to his apartment. We smoked again, & again he pulled me against him, lying down on his couch. I listened to him talk for a long while, fascinated with what he had to say, & he had quite a bit to say on any topic that came up. Honestly, I was still somewhat surprised that what he had to say was so interesting. Then we were kissing again, he was pulling my shirt off & telling me I was so shy, I needn’t hide my body. Saying all of these things I’d craved to hear. Because of this I was not so shy, I didn’t feel constantly self-conscious, I opened up a lot more to him & allowed more access than I have in years. He slid his hand down my pants, a big grin on his face, “How are you so wet already?” He carried me naked to his bed again, laying me across his blankets, pinning my arms over my head. As he drove into me he was kissing me, telling me I was so tight, making me cry out with pleasure.

We began talking a lot afterward out on his deck with our cigarettes. Telling each other about our lives. How he grew up, about his parents, little stories here & there. I disclosed the big bad about the baby. He accepted it easily, didn’t comment much upon it. I started liking him then. More than I wanted. He sat on my lap, looking down at me, bending to kiss me with his hands on both sides of my face. That smile. He took me home, & along the way I told him how I’d been surprised at how eloquent I found him to be & how much he’d had to say. “How do I come off?” he asked defensively, smiling sideways. I told him about how moody I’d thought he appeared at first, how I’d thought he didn’t like me. Then the day I saw him outside of his work clothes, in a meeting at the deli, how I’d started finding him unbearably sexy, & so I began flirting with him. He told me he was surprised I’d ended up being so intelligent, at which I smiled. When he pulled up to the apartment he gave me one more long, deep kiss & I went up to my bed, still smiling.

Texting throughout the day today, he sent me another nude, “just for you.” He was masturbating, thinking of me. Then I realized I’d left my journal at his place. He said he didn’t read it. He’s been completely honest & forthright & unapologetically blunt about everything else up to this point, so I should believe him. But outside of Max I’ve never come across anyone I felt I could leave my journal in the presence of without believing they would read it. This disturbs me, as I believe it would mean the end of this. Should that be the case, I will be bummed, but still appreciative of the fact that this boy made me feel better than I have in a long, long time. He’s been hands down the best lover I’ve had since Ryan, & it’s only been a day.

Fuck. I don’t want this to end.

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seitmai · 2 months ago

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He should be sitting at your bedside, like men did when the women they loved were injured. Instead, he stood by the window. His gaze was fixed on the leafless silhouettes of the tree branches outside, drawn there because if he was looking at them he wasn’t looking at you, swathed in bandages and draped in sheets that bore an unsettling resemblance to a shroud.

He cant even bear to sit beside her🥺

The machine noisily breathed for you. He’d grown so used to its rhythmic—whoosh, thump…pause… hiss—that the sounds faded into the background. Looking at your reflection in the glass was easier than actually looking at you. It softened the bruises that had deformed your features and hid the traction splint on your left lower leg. But the ventilator’s whir was a constant reminder that a machine was all that stood between you and death.

💔💔💔

“You look like hell.” “Thanks.” “Go home. Take a hot shower and a couple Benadryl. Once you’ve slept, you’ll feel better.” “Will I?” He’d been aiming for sarcasm but a waver of apprehension snuck into his voice instead.

Valid question at this point lol

Recent events had solidified one fact—whatever this relationship was, it wasn’t casual. Not anymore. He couldn’t deny it, not when he’d spent days by your bedside, received updates from your family, and been added to your list of emergency contacts. The lack of questioning about his presence from either of your parents symbolized how entrenched your relationship had become. Vivian likely played a role in that, but it reinforced the same point: he was more than just your friend. What exactly he was remained unexamined as of yet, but it was only a matter of time.

I think they both knew for a while this wasn't casual anymore but both were too scared to bring it up..

He wasn’t blind to the fact that the age gap was part of what had drawn you to him. You’d wanted sexual experience, and he had plenty to offer. His sophistication and confidence were traits you appreciated in him, even as a friend. Sometimes he wondered if it was him you were drawn to, or the feeling of security he provided. You’d had too many responsibilities handed to you too early. He was good at taking charge. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where the attraction stemmed from. Doubt gnawed at him. Did you want him, or did you just want someone competent, who made you feel safe? He wasn’t the only man who could meet those needs. Lloyd wished he could pretend otherwise, but he couldn’t see how both your futures could coexist in the long term.

Oh no he is getting into his head..🫣

Lloyd pulled out his phone and pretended to be occupied. The nurses quickly exited the shop after their orders were filled, but they’d given his thoughts a new path to wander down. There was a good chance that you’d want a family someday, given how healthy and tight-knit yours was. You were good with children. The idea of you not being a mother was somehow unfathomable to him. A chill ran down his spine. He could easily imagine the same story he’d just overheard being told about him.

😬😬😬

What if you asked him for a baby? Would he be able to deny you what you wanted, even knowing the risks? He winced. No. He couldn’t be a father. He didn’t have the temperament for it, nor the energy it demanded.

Let's not think that way, princess needs to recover first and then an open conversation would probably help..

You deserved to be with someone who could give you the full experience of parenthood—someone younger, willing to endure sleepless nights, with the stamina to chase after a toddler. He couldn’t picture himself running after a child at his current age, let alone keeping up with a teenager. By the time your child graduated high school, he’d be at least sixty, if not older. You needed someone with more life ahead of them than he had to offer.

Age is just a number 🤷🏻‍♀️

Oh this is gonna eat him up from the inside out..

“It’s one less addiction to manage,” Lloyd said.

Valid

“How many twenty-five-year olds vape? Eat a diet of pure junk food? You’re healthier right now than most younger men could dream of being. Hell, you’re drinking tea.” Lloyd scoffed. “I don’t drink coffee so I’m off the hook?” “And you eat turkey bacon, which is pathetic and un-American, but to each their own. Seriously, if it’s bothering you, get your sperm tested.” “Checking it right now wouldn’t matter much. Princess and I are in different places in life. By the time she’s ready to have kids…” Lloyd trailed off.

Good god Lloyd he just want to help you get your head out of your ass 🥴

“Deposit it at a sperm bank, they’ll put it on ice for later. Of course that’d take all the fun out of things, but it heads off the worst-case scenario.”

Halleluja for Zach , at least one person that can think straight right now and points out some alternatives 🙏🏻

Somehow, Joe Hansen had crawled out of the grave and back up to the land of the living. There was no mistaking that face. The deep purple circles under his eyes, the dry, reddened skin partially hidden by a heavy five o’clock shadow, and bloodshot eyes from too much whiskey left Lloyd paralyzed for a moment. When his mind kicked back into gear, his first thought was almost smug: I knew you were too mean to die. But when he looked over his shoulder, there was no one behind him. Zach had stepped out to take a phone call. The shop was empty. His gaze turned back to the reflection. The eyes weren’t brown. They were crystal blue. It wasn’t Joe. It was him.

Uff that must be harrowing, but maybe also a little bit of a wakeup call

Chapter 29

The Princess & the Lawyer

Summary: In the aftermath of the incident, Lloyd grapples with his emotions and begins to wonder about their future.

Word Count: 4,605

Warnings: Mention of adult content such as sex and drug use. Non-explicit references to child abuse, which is made clear by a character’s reactions and implied by their internal reflection, but not discussed in specific or graphic terms.

Author’s Note: Thank you for coming back to read this, despite my long absence! Full Author’s Note can be found here.

Masterlist

Lloyd wasn’t where he should be.

Injured felt like too plain of a word to describe your condition. You’d rammed a car head-on into a concrete barrier at high speed and a moment later, Westin Tafferty had shot you in the head at close range. The doctors said the bullet had grazed your parietal bone and fractured your skull, triggering internal bleeding. Within minutes of arriving at the hospital you’d been rushed into the operating room for an emergent craniotomy.

Now, you were sedated in a coma and no one could say if the surgery had been successful or not. The carefully titrated medications flowing through your I.V. masked any sign of improvement or deterioration. As long as the sedatives infused, you remained trapped in a stasis where no one could tell if you were healing or slipping away. Until they dialed back the drugs the state of suspension would persist. He’d asked, but no one was willing to estimate when they’d begin tapering off the medication–or if that was even part of the plan.

Behind him, the ventilator hissed. Lloyd twisted his neck, trying to ease the tension as his eyes drifted over the landscape. Your room overlooked the courtyard, which wasn’t much to see, especially after the weekend’s turn in the weather. Skeletal tree branches stretched toward the sky, stripped bare by last night’s windstorm, which had brought in an unexpected cold front that settled into a hard frost. Just yesterday, the leaves had been turning yellow. Today they were scattered in a thick carpet over the grass. Your day nurse had told him it was the earliest frost since 1979. Lloyd hadn’t offered a response.

In fact, he’d barely registered her remark at all. Information hadn’t been sticking in his mind lately. Between the car accident, the shooting, and the discovery that Westin Tafferty had been stalking you all along, his brain had short-circuited. The machinery in his head was broken. Synapses fired sluggishly, like a circuit board trying to transmit a signal through frayed wires. His thoughts flickered, dimmed, then disappeared.

He twisted his neck and scanned to the left, his gaze colliding with a reflection in the glass. The image was distorted but he could make out your form lying in the hospital bed directly behind him. Monitors were packed around your bed. A screen displayed your vitals, another showed wavy lines related to breathing, and one monitored intracranial pressure. A drain connected to your skull through a thin tube—that was a left over from the operation. He’d been curious about it but hadn’t asked. After two days in the ICU, he’d learned it was sometimes better not to know. On the other side of the bed, an infusion pump was hooked to the I.V. in your forearm, along with a ventilator.

Expecting it was your mother or Vivian, Lloyd fished the device out of his pocket. The message was from an unsaved number.

I’m at the nurse’s station. Which hallway should I take?

Lloyd frowned and scrolled through the messages. He’d exchanged about a dozen texts with this number over the weekend, the details of which were fuzzy in his memory. It took some scrolling to realize the number belonged to Jen Kyzansky. Right. He remembered now. Jen had promised she’d stop by after work and it was five o’clock. He’d asked her to visit after an exchange with your day nurse, who confirmed that coma patients could sometimes hear people. Not always—but in some cases.

He could barely stand to look at you in this condition, let alone speak, so he’d called in reinforcements. For all his personal dislike of the woman he was supremely confident in her ability to carry on a one-sided conversation. She would keep it positive and upbeat and talk about things you’d enjoy. You needed Jen right now, not him.

He sent instructions to guide her through the maze of hallways and stepped outside the glass booth the ICU considered a “room” to wait for her arrival. A moment later, someone carrying a giant vase of flowers rounded the corner. Though he couldn’t see the person’s upper half, he recognized the tailored oxblood trousers. Jen shifted the flowers to her hip to read the room placards. Before he could call out, she spotted him and picked up the pace. When she was an arm’s length away she stopped, her gaze sweeping up and down his form.

“You look like hell.”

“Thanks.”

She didn’t smirk, as he’d expected. “When was the last time you slept?”

Lloyd shrugged. He tried to sneer–after all, it was the customary greeting between him and Jen–but his features wouldn’t cooperate. To his dismay, her expression softened into something that looked suspiciously like sympathy.

“Go home. Take a hot shower and a couple Benadryl. Once you’ve slept, you’ll feel better.”

“Will I?” He’d been aiming for sarcasm but a waver of apprehension snuck into his voice instead.

Her chin lifted. “Yes, you will. Call someone to drive you home, or at least drink some coffee. Driving tired is as bad as driving drunk.”

Lloyd obeyed. At the end of the hall, he glanced back to see Jen sitting beside your bed. Jealousy cut through him. It was irrational, given that he had all afternoon to do what Jen was doing now, but unfortunately he couldn’t look at you for more than thirty seconds without wanting to throw himself off the roof.

At the elevator bank his gaze drifted to the window as he waited for the car. It offered a different perspective on the same barren trees he’d stared at from your room. In a few months they’d be reborn, sprouting new buds and leafing out. Nature healed itself, even after the most brutal storms. He had no such ability. His wounds didn’t heal; they stayed with him, out of sight, but always festering under the surface. Lloyd scrubbed a hand over his face. Wallowing in self-pity didn’t do you any good. It wasn’t good for him, either, as painful emotions tended to corrode his self-control. He could feel the chaos welling up and worried that he wouldn’t be able to contain it much longer. The stitches of his composure were straining, threatening to tear apart.

How could he ever support you if he couldn’t control his own emotions? He’d sent Jen in as his substitute for a task as basic as sitting by your bed and talking. He was useless—he couldn’t even look at you! You needed him right now, and he couldn't even look at you. He was a coward, and not because of the fear, but because he was letting it dictate his actions.

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The elevator took him down to the lobby. As Jen suggested, he stopped by the coffee shop and ordered a London Fog. It was late afternoon, and aside from him and the barista, the shop was empty. That made sense. At five o’clock on a Monday most people were still at work, stuck in traffic, or picking up their kids.

Nothing played over the speakers and the weight of the silence pressed down on him. Lloyd sat down at a table to wait. He listened to the hum of the espresso machine, the soft clatter of metal instruments as the barista stirred his tea. His thoughts drifted back upstairs, comparing the quiet sounds of the coffee shop to the symphony of whirling, hissing, and beeping that filled your room. If you were here, you’d have ordered something so sugary and caffeinated that it ought to come with a Surgeon General’s warning.

“Lloyd, your London Fog,” the barista called.

He collected his drink and turned to face a jarring sight—a group of nurses gathered in a loose semi-circle on the other side of the glass partition separating the shop from the hallway. They all wore the same unmistakable shade of green. Over the past few days, he’d learned the color coding system of the hospital’s scrubs: navy blue for ICU nurses, burgundy for lab techs, pale blue for surgical staff, and a garish shade of sea-foam green that identified this group as trauma nurses. His grip tightened around the cup, the heat seeping through the paper doing nothing to thaw the sudden chill in his fingers. The sight of the trauma nurses triggered a flood of memories, sharp and uninvited.

The drive into the city. Detective Roth’s hands tight on the steering wheel as he wove through traffic. The flashing dash lights in the silent car, no wail of sirens overhead because those were only for official emergencies…Walking past the destroyed trauma bay, its floor littered with the debris of plastic packaging and soiled gauze, as a gray scrubbed man mopped blood off linoleum tiles. Meeting your parents in the waiting room of the surgical suite. The doctor entering, asking if anyone was ready to see you. Your mother, crying, too distraught to accompany your father to the post-anesthesia unit… Vivian suggesting Lloyd go with him instead…

Dishes clattered in the sink, snapping him back to the present. Lloyd pulled his gaze from the nurses and moved to a table, deliberately facing away from them, but the image of those green scrubs lingered in his mind.

For the past seventy-two hours, he’d clung to the hope that you would wake up, that somehow you’d shake off a traumatic brain injury as if it were nothing more than a common cold. The sheer absurdity of such magical thinking grated on his nerves, but he couldn’t stop the optimistic thought from creeping in. Being irrational didn’t change the facts, though, and two days later your diagnosis remained unchanged: critical but stable.

The word “stable” circled in his mind. He rolled the word silently over his tongue, as if repeating it would make it easier to accept. Stable meant things weren’t getting worse, but it didn’t mean they were getting better either. It was a fragile reassurance, one that only made him more anxious the longer he sat with it. The fact that you were stable didn’t offer any hint of what came next, whether you’d recover or languish in this state forever. Instead of easing his fears, the thought of your impending recovery opened up an uncomfortable set of questions, chief among them: where did your relationship go from here?

There was an eighteen year age gap between you. While he’d packed for college, you’d turned two weeks old. Your future was filled with hope and potential, any path was open and ready to be explored whenever you craved something more. He’d wasted his future already, thrown it away on bad decisions, mental instability, and addiction. The gap between you wasn’t just measured in years but also by directions; your lives were moving along different paths. You had spent this spring considering your options for law school and Lloyd had mapped out a tax-efficient withdrawal plan for his retirement funds.

The chime of the door announced the admission of two new patrons to the coffee shop. A pair of nurses in pink scrubs entered, giggling at some private joke as they formed a queue at the counter. Labor and delivery nurses, Lloyd guessed, judging by their uniforms. Their conversation quickly confirmed his assumption and in the tight confines of the shop, he couldn’t help but overhear them.

“I almost called him her dad,” the brunette said. “He’s like three times her age, it's the obvious way to go!”

“Melanie flagged the chart with a note.”

“Yeah, but by the time I saw it the word ‘dad’ was already halfway out of my mouth.”

“You really called him her Dad?!”

“I tried to change it to Dale. The transition was not smooth. Not at all. They stared at me like I was crazy. Then I made up some B.S. about how he looks like a Dale—”

Her friend snickered. “Girl…”

“Shut up! The man has white hair! He’s lucky I didn’t call him Grandpa.”

The other shook her head. “Can you imagine having a kid with a guy that old?”

“No thanks. You?”

“Pfft, absolutely not.” She wrinkled her nose.

“Neither of them thought this through. The risk isn’t worth it.”

“Hell no,” her friend agreed. “The odds of all that scary genetic crap is like six times as high with fathers over forty.”

“What about fathers over eighty?” the brunette giggled.

“You know it’s harder for guys to get someone pregnant once they’re over forty?”

“It’s like nature’s way of cutting the old timers off.”

“Not if they’re persistent!”

They both laughed.

It wasn’t wise to become a father after a certain age, Lloyd mused. He cringed and shook himself, disturbed by the seriousness of the thought. There was no reason to consider such things. He had decided long ago that he didn’t want children. The Hansen line would end with him, and there would be no heir to carry on the family curse.

His mind drifted to Zach’s comment about vasectomies and his insinuation that Lloyd was keeping his options open by not getting snipped. Suddenly, that accusation hit too close to home. Being in a relationship with a much younger woman opened the door to that possibility, and you’d both been complacent by relying on only one form of birth control for the past few months.

Maybe you didn’t want children. For a moment, the thought sparked a flood of relief. But guilt came fast on its heels, crushing the tiny flicker of hope. How could he even think that? It wasn’t his decision to make. He had no right to wish you’d give up something as fundamental as motherhood just to accommodate his shortcomings. You might be willing to accept the limitations brought on by his age and past, but he couldn’t ask that of you. Your future didn’t need to be burdened by his realities.

He wished he didn’t have to think of these unpleasant things, that time could freeze everything as it was and your relationship could stay vague and undefined forever, but time marched on and there was no escaping the truth. Being with him came at a cost, and you’d already paid the price. If not for your friendship with him, Court Gentry never would have known your name. If Lloyd hadn’t turned down Court’s request for help—not once, but twice—you wouldn’t have been drawn into his reckless scheme to expose the spy at Bishop & Howard.

Then there was Westin Tafferty. His grudge against Lloyd had made you a target. Without that connection, Tafferty wouldn’t have spent months harassing and stalking you. He wouldn’t have tried to kill you. The worst part was that Lloyd still couldn’t remember meeting him; whether Tafferty hadn’t made much of an impression or Lloyd had been too high to recall their introduction was up for debate. But Zach had confirmed the truth: Tafferty had spent twenty years working for the NSA and he’d crossed paths with Lloyd on more than one occasion. Detective Diskant had recovered the flash drive you’d hidden and spent the weekend piecing things together. There was plenty of evidence, enough for three life sentences, but Tafferty had vanished.

Even forgotten memories from his past haunted him—and by extension, you. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t untangle the past from the present. You’d had a brush with his past in Singapore, then again in Qatar. Apparently, those close calls hadn’t been warning enough, because this time the consequences had really caught up and now there was a machine breathing for you.

Lloyd’s tea had gone cold, but he was still deep in thought when Zach entered the coffee shop. His leather jacket creaked, stiff from the cold, as he sat down in the opposite chair.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Zach said, unzipping his jacket. He regarded Lloyd with a knowing gaze. “You look like you’re plotting something. Care to share?”

“I’m not plotting anything.”

Zach’s eyebrow twitched, and Lloyd sighed, amending his statement.

“Not now at least.”

Zach leaned back in his seat, lacing his hands behind his head. “Alright.”

Lloyd grunted, picked up his tea and sipped, wincing at the bitter taste.

“Is that tea?”

“Yes.”

“Disgusting.”

“It’s one less addiction to manage,” Lloyd said.

“Mmmhhh.”

Silence fell. Zach didn’t speak. He maintained the same relaxed posture but his eyes watched Lloyd with the intensity of a hawk watching a mouse. It was a pressure tactic that worked wonders in the interrogation room. Lloyd disliked having it used on him and felt ridiculous for wanting to fill the lingering silence, yet the thoughts bouncing around in his head had to go somewhere. He weighed the risks and decided that Zach was the safest option.

“Do you ever think about…kids?”

Zach braced his elbows on the table. “No. I settled that issue a long time ago.”

Lloyd rubbed his jaw, scowling at the itchiness of the three-day stubble he hadn’t found time to shave off.

“Nurses were just in here talking about congenital issues with older fathers, the odds of it and such, that’s all.”

Zach waved his hand. “You’re borrowing trouble.”

“I’m not saying I want kids,” Lloyd rushed to clarify.

“Spare me the bullshit. Let’s talk about it. You’re twisting yourself up over statistics without considering the rest of the picture.”

“What do you mean?”

“How many Gulf War vets, who were exposed to God-knows-what in Kuwait, had kids? And most of them were fine, right?”

“I don’t know.”

“They’ve researched it for decades and still can’t find a strong link. Genetic problems depend on a lot of factors.”

He must not have looked persuaded because Zach continued.

“How many twenty-five-year olds vape? Eat a diet of pure junk food? You’re healthier right now than most younger men could dream of being. Hell, you’re drinking tea.”

Lloyd scoffed. “I don’t drink coffee so I’m off the hook?”

“And you eat turkey bacon, which is pathetic and un-American, but to each their own. Seriously, if it’s bothering you, get your sperm tested.”

“Do what?”

“Get your sperm tested,” Zach said, as casually as if he were reminding Lloyd to check his tire pressure.

“Sperm testing? They do that?”

“Yeah. I had mine tested before and after my vasectomy.”

“Checking it right now wouldn’t matter much. Princess and I are in different places in life. By the time she’s ready to have kids…” Lloyd trailed off.

“Deposit it at a sperm bank, they’ll put it on ice for later. Of course that’d take all the fun out of things, but it heads off the worst-case scenario.”

Lloyd let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding as Zach’s logic cut through his spiraling.

“Get your head on straight and focus on what you can control,” Zach said.

“Which would be?”

The blond man’s face turned serious. “I have news.”

Lloyd arched his brow.

“Westin is dead.”

“Since when?”

“His body was found this afternoon—a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.”

Disgust hit first, followed by a surge of regret that twisted into concern. The disgust came from the fact that he hadn’t brought about Westin’s death by his own hand. Regret came from knowing, intuitively, how Westin’s death had played out. His eyes locked with Zach’s who read the unspoken assumption in them..

“I didn’t do it.”

“The others?”

“No.”

“What about…”

“Possible,” Zach said. “No one knows where Gentry disappeared to, but I have a source that thinks he’s still in the city.”

“I might have something on that.”

“Care to share?”

“No.”

“I take it you’re going to try and talk to him one-on-one?”

“Maybe.”

Zach snorted. “Because that went so well last time around.”

“Has anyone claimed the body?”

“No. They asked Bishop to identify him. Diskant said the scene was clean. There were no fingerprints other than Westin’s on the gun.”

“There are still loose threads,” Lloyd said.

“If you mean Aiden, he’s been arrested. Bishop has a friend at the district attorneys’ who says he’s going to be charged with espionage tomorrow.”

“Not the loose thread I was thinking of, but that’s good to hear.”

“Tell me where the other loose thread is and I’ll take care of it,” Zach offered.

“No. He’s worth more to us alive than dead.”

”Are you up to talking to him? Because you look like shit.”

Lloyd rolled his eyes. “Screw you.”

He shoved back from the table, snagged his empty cup and headed for the trash can. At the counter, he was about to toss it when something in the gleaming back panel of the espresso machine caught his eye. His blood froze at the sight of a familiar face staring back at him.

Joe.

It wasn’t Joe. It was him.

He hadn’t shaved since Friday and had the scruff to prove it. A sleepless weekend explained the bloodshot eyes and dark circles. The wind and cold, combined with neglect of his skincare routine, had stripped his skin raw, leaving it cracked and red like a drunk’s. He looked as if he’d gone on a three-day bender instead of spending the weekend in a hospital room. He looked like Joe Hansen—even more so than usual.

Lloyd stared at the reflection until his eyes couldn’t focus anymore. It didn’t make a difference. The image was burned into his brain. It wasn’t just their physical resemblance, it went deeper. The need for control, the volcanic temper. The chaos he’d spent his whole life trying to keep at bay. He crumpled up his cup and tossed it into the canister with more force than he’d meant to. A heavy weight settled in his chest. No matter how hard he tried to outrun it, Joe’s blood still ran in his veins. He’d rather die than admit it, but the truth, that he and Joe were fruit of the same tree, was inescapable.

He stepped out of the coffee shop into the cold. Its icy bite was nothing compared to the pain of the knowledge that was sinking into his bones. He couldn’t keep you in his life, not in good conscience, not knowing the evil that lurked inside of him. The leaves crunched under his feet and the sound was like a physical reminder: nothing lasts forever. Your relationship had already stretched long beyond its season. No matter how much he wished otherwise, soon the pieces of your lives would no longer fit together. You’d outgrow him. Once that happened, any attempt he made to patch up the seams would cause it to unravel further.

The revelation cleared his mind, though his heart felt ten degrees colder. His chest throbbed, but at least the mental storm that had raged for days finally broke, leaving a hollow stillness in its wake. There wasn’t a choice for him to make, only a truth for him to accept. Your relationship was temporary and it would soon draw to a close. He couldn’t risk holding you back or allowing his past to endanger you again. The facts were clear cut, black-and-white. There was a wrong decision and a right one. If he wanted you to have the future that you deserved he had to do the right thing.

He had to break things off. Whether it broke his own heart didn’t matter.

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Rocks, Shoulders, and Ears

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3501

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Major Angst in this one, guys, Loads of Feels (sorry not sorry), John Walker being a douche (I really don’t like the guy)

A/N: I’m SO SORRY! I promise I was planning on it being shorter, but I went a little overkill with the angst! There’s just so many feelings and not enough space in my heart and soul, so I had to pour them out here! You get to see more of Reader and Sam’s relationship in this one and there’s major Bucky Feels towards the end (in my defense, this is based on the Couples Therapy half of the episode).

I’m really hoping we get to see Bucky go to Louisiana next episode! I’m holding out for it! I have a few ideas that include Sarah, but I need the episode! Ugh! Now we have to wait a whole ‘nother week! I really shouldn’t write three chapters on one episode in one day. I just couldn’t help myself!

Anyways! Please enjoy this part and thank you so much for all your support! Seriously, it’s meant so much to me, especially after the week I’ve had! If you haven’t checked out the previous parts, my FATWS Series Masterlist is HERE, so please go read those first. Like always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Enjoy, babes!

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in Bucky’s arms after walking a few miles. And a hospital in DC wasn’t exactly what you preferred waking up to, but it’s what happened. Turned out, not only was your shoulder dislocated and your thigh was strained, but you had a mild concussion. Your arm was in a sling and your palm, which you had completely forgotten about after you wrapped it while on Bucky’s back, was wrapped properly. Luckily, your thigh wasn’t too bad, but they wanted to put you on crutches, which you refused immediately.

You had to get out of that building. You had no idea where the guys went, which was weird because you were sure they’d never leave you alone. Especially in a hospital.

You quickly snuck your way through the halls after grabbing your bag which - thank God - was left on the seat besides your bed and changing into an extra pair of clothes.

You tried calling Bucky’s phone, the one he had specifically for you, which he always always answered. He even made an excuse to go to the bathroom once when you accidentally called in the middle of a therapy session. Nothing. You called the number four times before trying Sam’s phone.

It clicked on the first try.

“Hey. Listen, sorry for leaving-”

“Where the hell are you?”

You heard him sigh. “I was just about to explain, so hang on a second there. You weren’t waking up, probably because that concussion you forgot to mention to us-”

“In my defense, I didn’t know.”

“Sure you didn’t.” You rolled your eyes, throwing your free hand up, exasperated. “Anyways, Bucky wanted me to meet someone, we’ll talk about that when you inevitably get here, put we had a bit of trouble and Bucky was arrested-”

“What?!”

“Chill your pants, Y/L/N. Just listen. We’re in Baltimore. I’ll text you the address. Get here soon and I’ll explain the whole thing. We’ve been here for a couple hours, but there’s people on their way and we’re getting everything situated right now.”

“Okay. Fine. But you’re in trouble.”

“Don’t I know it, babe. Now hurry your cute little ass here. We’ve got stuff to talk about.”

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The ride from DC to Baltimore is usually an hour or so, but you’ve got resources, especially in the nation’s capital, and riding the bike you got, being able to go way over the speed limit? You got there in half the time. Being an Avenger really does have its perks.

The moment you got there, you hopped off the bike, not even bothering to turn it off, and stormed into the precinct. You headed straight over to the desk, but a pair of hands caught you by your uninjured arm before you could make a scene.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sam spoke softly, squeezing your bicep gently. “He’s okay, alright?”

“Why is he-”

“He missed his court-mandated therapy session.” Sam informed you, pulling you over to where he had been sitting previously. “There was a warrant out for his arrest. They had to bring him in, but it’s fine. His therapist’s been contacted. She should be here any minute to get him out.”

Your head fell back at his words. His therapy. How could you forget? You let Bucky complain to you about it and played along sometimes, but you really did think it was good for him and you tried supporting him. Yet you made him miss it and now he’s in trouble.

“Hey. Y/N. Look at me.” You found Sam’s worried eyes, his hand coming up to hold the side of your neck. “He’s okay. He’ll be out in just a bit. It’s fine.”

“It’s my fault, Sam.”

“No. It’s not. He’s a grown ass man who made the decision to skip.”

You shook your head, holding his wrist for something to anchor you down. “No, Sammy. I brought him along. I should’ve been more responsible-”

“I know we’ve joked around about you being in charge and stuff, but…you know it’s not all on your shoulders, right?” Sam tilted his head slightly, eyebrow pinched in confusion making his eyes narrow.

You turned your head, not wanting to look at him. You didn’t need another set of deep eyes to fall into. “Sammy…I promised him I’d look after you.”

“I know. And that’s fine. But looking after us - looking after him - doesn’t mean you have to be there to hold his hand and take the fall for him. He’s not a child. Hell, he’s a hundred years old. Tell me you understand that.”

Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and shook your head again. “I-I can’t-”

“Is that why you’re obsessed with finding Wanda?”

You frowned at his question, eyes snapping to his. “I’m worried about her, Sam.”

“I am too, but she can handle herself. And if she doesn’t want to be found, you have to let her be. I know the Avengers were your only family. I know how much Steve meant to you-”

“No.” You pulled away rather harshly, digging your nails into your palms, trying not to cry, ignoring the wound you were irritating. “No, you don’t. How could you understand my feelings for Steve when I don’t understand them myself?”

Sam always had this ability to make anyone feel important, just by looking them in the eye. It was something you always admired about him; the way his smile could light up a room, those warm eyes making everyone’s fears go away. They reminded you of hot chocolate. Something that could soothe your worries, comfort you, warm your very soul from the ice tragedy and heartache tend to big on.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry in front of people, but with the way he was looking at you, it was hard to keep the tears from slipping.

“You loved him, Y/N. Why is it so hard for you to see that?”

“I didn’t - I wasn’t in love with him, Sam.” You argued, wiping your cheeks aggressively and turning, crossing your arms defensively.

“What do you call it then?”

It was a rhetorical question, Sam copying your movements and sitting straight to watch for Bucky coming out. A rhetorical question that you didn’t know the answer to. Because you weren’t in love with Steve. No. Maybe you had been, but somewhere along the way he passed your heart to Bucky. So why did it hurt so bad?

You refused to dwell on it anymore, clearing your throat and dabbing at your eyes one more time before changing the topic. “Why are we in Baltimore?”

“Bucky wanted me to meet someone. Isaiah. You know him?” Sam turned back to you, his warm eyes shifting into something else. Suspicion? A bit of anger? Annoyance? You couldn’t tell.

“Isaiah? I don’t think I know any Isaiahs. And definitely not here. Why? Who is he?”

Sam shook his head, eyes darting around the lobby. “We’ll talk about it later.”

You nodded, although now your curiosity had peaked and you wondered who this guy was that made Sam so agitated. While you waited, you felt your eyes drooping and you let your head fall onto Sam’s shoulder, who chuckled.

“You’re still tired? You know you slept for, like, twelve hours, right?”

“I haven’t been sleeping much.”

Sam turned his head to kiss yours. “Y/N, I know you want to care for everyone, but you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

“I know.”

“Okay.” And with that, the subject dropped, Sam pulling out his phone while you rested your eyes.

It was another ten minutes or so before Sam’s name was called and the both of you stood up to greet the speaker. A woman, Dr. Raynor. Bucky’s infamous therapist.

And speaking of infamous. The moment you heard his voice, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it was just your brain malfunctioning. And then he was walking towards you, calling Bucky ‘Bucky’ like they were old pals and he was saving him from something terrible.

Your face scrunched up as Walker talked about stopping Bucky’s regular therapy sessions. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have him tied up-”

“Don’t call him an asset.” You snapped. “He’s a human being with needs, and therapy-”

“He’s a super soldier with skills that we need.” Walker cut in, making you scowl as he turned back to Raynor.

You scoffed in disbelief at his words, turning on your heel and walking away before he did, heading straight for Bucky, who lifted his right arm, wrapping it around your shoulders once you were close enough.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, closing your eyes and trying to relax in his hold, breathing him in.

“Are you? Should you be walking? What did-”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“Promise.” You sighed out with a nod, squeezing him once more before pulling back as Raynor stepped forwards, ordering Bucky and Sam to do a session with her. You almost laughed when Sam tried refusing, a little chuckle actually leaving your lips when Bucky slumped, dragging his feet like a kid going to the principal’s office.

You followed, Bucky holding the door open for you. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Of course, doll.” He gave a small smile, before walking in after you, Sam letting out a, “hey!” when Bucky shut the door on him, making you roll your eyes. You let the corners of your mouth tick up slightly in amusement. Yes, they annoyed the hell out of you, but you had to admit it was pretty funny sometimes.

“I believe I asked for James and Sam, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“It’s Agent, actually, and I think I’m gonna sit in.”

Raynor narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think-”

“That wasn’t a request.” You threw her words to Sam back at her, making Sam smirk. You shot him a wink as she relented with a sigh.

“Fine. Just as a spectator. Don't interrupt.”

You raise your hands in surrender, slipping around the table to stand in the corner as your fellas sank down into the seats across the table from her.

A small puff of laughter came from you at the lack of response when she asked one of them to start. She shot you a warning look over her shoulder, but you shrugged. You couldn’t help it; it was like all those times back in grade school when a teacher asked for a volunteer to read in a classroom full of rowdy kids and crickets followed.

Once she mentioned the next exercise was used for couples, you had to laugh, making both men shoot you begging pouts.

“Y/N.” Raynor glared at you, so you controlled yourself, gesturing for her to continue.

Her miracle question did work so well, neither of them cooperating well.

She didn’t even bother with you when you started cackling after she mentioned the “soul-gazing exercise” and Bucky thanked her, Sam commenting that he would like this one. You gave a teasing wolf-whistle when they got close, one of Bucky’s thighs between Sam’s and vice versa.

“Doll.” Bucky whined at you.

“Listen here, smartass-”

Raynor cleared her throat, cutting Sam off from finishing his statement towards you. You leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms with a smirk. After all the bickering and side taking they’ve put her through, letting you enjoy this was the least they could do, and they knew it.

Of course, this exercise didn’t work out either. A staring contest. Children. She was best friends with literal children.

But then something happened. Something you never thought would happen. Raynor asked Bucky why Sam aggravated him, and Bucky looked over to you, his eye growing sad in a way they only did when Steve was involved.

“Steve believed in you.” Bucky told him earnestly. “He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield? That is…that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing. So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, he was wrong about me.”

You heard his voice crack a little at the end as he slumped down in his seat, you jaw dropping slightly. You listened to the rest of the conversation, catching the way Sam grew irritated again, something that you didn’t previously think was possible, but was happening more and more now.

Why wasn’t Sam talking to you? Why was he holding all this in suddenly? And why…Bucky…he didn’t tell you that. Why didn’t he say anything? How could he ever feel…

But you knew how he could feel like that. Yes, Steve believed in him so much that he tore the Avengers apart for him…but he was the only one willing to do that for him. Yeah, you and Sam and Wanda and Clint, you all joined their side but, being honest, it wasn’t because you believed in Bucky. It was because you believed in Steve. Of course, it was different now. You believed in Bucky with your entire being, and you believed in Sam with your heart and soul, but…did either of them know that? Did they believe you when you told them? Or did you not tell them enough? This whole time you thought you were doing right by Steve - trying you damn hardest to watch out for them. But it obviously wasn’t enough. And that was on you, no matter what Sam said.

You read people. That’s what you’ve always done, that’s what you’d always do. It was the reason you earned your spot on the team. You read people and situations and could figure your way into their heads in a second. Years and years of undercover work taught you how to do that and how to protect yourself while doing so.

So why? How? How did you miss something this big? How did you miss the way Sam was holding onto something? Why did you ignore the vexation in his tone for the last couple weeks? How did you miss that Bucky was hurting that deeply? Why didn’t you do anything more for him?

You left the room before either of the boys, but you heard Sam standing up as you walked out the door.

You should’ve known you weren’t the only one holding things in. Of course they were. The difference is, you were supposed to be their rock, the thing they could hold onto to ground themselves, the shoulder for them to cry on, and the ear lent to them whenever they needed someone to listen. That was your job. It wasn’t their job. Not for you. Your rock - your shoulder, your ear - he left you. And you thought, after all he did for you, if you just returned the favor for his best friends, you’d…you dunno. You’d be closer to him, maybe.

But you couldn’t. Because you weren’t Steve Rogers. And you knew that from the start, but you had to try. You tried. And it wasn’t working. He made it seem so easy when he did it for you. Clearly you didn’t give him enough credit for dealing with all your shit on top of his own.

“Doll.” You didn’t stop walking, needing to get outside for some fresh air. “Doll, hold on. Wait a minute.”

He grabbed your arm as you made it outside, spinning you to face him. “You didn’t tell me.” You spoke quietly, your voice fragile as you stared at him, confusion and hurt in your eyes. Were you really that bad at doing your job? Did you really already fail him? He asked you to do one thing…

“I didn’t…I didn’t want you to deal with my problems.” You opened your mouth, but he shook his head, holding your face between his hands. “I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know something’s going on with you. You’re good at hiding your nightmares at night, but I’m better. You’re jumpier than usual. Quieter. Every time Wanda’s brought up, you turn away. And the other day? On the truck? You froze. I was watching, doll. It was just a second, but you froze. You never freeze.”

“It’s not your job to worry about me, Buck-”

He frowned, tilting his head. “Not my job? Aren’t we friends? Isn’t that what friends do? Or am I just a job to you? I know you promised him to look after me. Is that all I am to you? A responsibility?”

You shook your head vigorously, holding onto his wrists. “No. No, Bucky, I just-”

“Do you think he was wrong about me?”

Salty diamonds ran down your cheeks as you clenched your eyes shut and shook your head. “No.”

“Did you ever believe in me? Did you ever care or was it all just because Steve? Is Steve the only reason you tolerate me?”

“Don’t say that. God, please don’t say that.” You begged quietly, meeting his gaze again. Every beautiful detail was laced with devastation, eyes imploring her to make him feel better. “Of course I believe in you. I have since Wakanda, you know that. Yes, okay, maybe Steve is why I helped you at first, but-but…I care about you, James. So much so that it hurts sometimes. He wasn’t wrong about you. Or Sammy. You both mean so much to me. Okay?”

You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly, nodding slightly. You both simultaneously moved to get closer, him pulling you while you stepped into his chest, arms around his waist. His arms were tight around your shoulder, holding you just as firm as the kiss he planted on your forehead.

Sam came out, planting himself besides you as you pulled away, Bucky wiping your eyes. “I feel better.” He huffed out sarcastically, making you smack him in the arm. “Ow! Yeesh. Women these days.”

The sudden siren of one of the parked police cars made the three of you look over, spotting Walker and Hoskins. You groaned. “Did he see that?”

“Hey,” Bucky caught your jaw between his fingers, shaking his head. “Who cares? It’s between us and us only. Right?” You nodded, making him kiss your forehead again, a whisper of “attagirl” against your skin. You hadn’t heard that from him in a while.

“Gentlemen!” Walker waved them over, nodding at you. “And lady.” The three of you reluctantly walked over, Bucky going to lean on the police car Walker and Hoskins were near and you hopped up to sit on the hood of the police car across from them, Sam besides you.

You got information from Walker, who was once again trying to get you to work with him, but Sam summed it up nicely, explaining that the three of you didn’t have to follow the rules he did. You started to leave, Bucky tucking you under his arms once you slid off the car, when Walker stopped you once more.

“A word of advice, then. Stay the hell out of my way.”

You grumbled under your breath as the faker and his lapdog walked off. “I’m gonna kill him.” You vowed as the three of you started in the other direction. “I swear to God, I’m gonna rip that shield off his back and use it to beat him in that stupid face of his-”

“Down, girl.” Sam jested, flicking your ear. “We need a game plan. What’re we thinking?”

Your eyes narrowed as Bucky piped up, talking about the Isaiah character - who you still didn’t know - before HYDRA entered the equation.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, tugging his arm to make him stop once he mentioned Siberia. “Do you remember Siberia? Because if you’re actually suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, we remember Siberia very differently.”

“He’s our best bet-”

“So you’re just going to go sit in a room with this guy?”

Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Ye-yes…”

A beat of silence passed before Sam gave his stamp of approval, but you still disagreed. “There’s no way this’ll end well and I refuse to let you-”

You found your face between Bucky’s hands again. You really wished he’d stop doing that and just ask for your attention. You didn’t mean that, of course. You’d be held by him every second of every day if you could. “Don’t you trust me, doll?”

You licked your lips, looking around the darkened street. This was not a good idea. A bad plan - a terrible plan, really - but, unfortunately, it was the only one you had. “Dammit. I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.” You finally sighed, running a hand through your hair after Bucky let go of you, his eyebrow quirking.

“Is that a yes?”

Sam nodded. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

You tugged Bucky’s hand when he nodded back and went to walk after Sam, who started walking around the corner, making him stop. “And yes. I do trust you. With everything I have, Buckaroo.”

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1994sunflower · 3 years ago

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Okay... Peep this. Im a whore for angst so hear me out.... Y/n and Michael get into a fight and she leaves to cool down a bit and either turns off her phone or leaves it at his house and he tries to call her but shes ignoring him and he freaks the fuck out 🤠

in which you ignore michael

Of all the times you and Michael came back to his house together after a night out, whether a party or from a date, you’d never been the one leading him. Usually it was you two walking side by side, hands interlocked, or sometimes him dragging you behind if something had pissed him off, or even him carrying you. But tonight, you stormed in, slamming the door open to your furious steps and charged energy. While he followed a few steps behind his very upset girlfriend with the steps of a man keeping up but already frustrated at having to confront what he had apparently done wrong.

He never even got to close the door fully before your whirled back to him. “You let me talk to her for twenty minutes, Michael! Twenty!”

Your eyes were flaring in a way he had never seen before. Frankly, he had never seen his sweet girlfriend angry like this before, especially not at him. There was a lot of anger in your little frame.

“I don’t know what the problem is.” He muttered and maybe it was his exasperated tone, as though he were already done with this argument that had you bristling even more.

The problem of course was that both of you attended one of your college’s student life events — after much pleading from you. It was supposed to be a fun way to make more friends on campus, see familiar faces after coming back from a long break. And it was; Michael had started his own group of people circling around him trying to talk to him while you wandered around. You officially met a girl you’d seen in a few of your classes. She was nice and after a while of talking you actually liked her, could see a blossoming friendship. Until you finally started catching on about her comments about your boyfriend, suspicious until she eventually admitted it; she’d slept with him a few months before you had met him.

“You’re the one who wanted to fucking go in the first place.” He said, his voice defensive in the way he was used to being whenever he got into a fight with someone. Though, with others, it was rarely verbal. Though it definitely didn’t feel like it in the moment, you being able to yell at him without any repercussions was a privilege only you got. Others never got to before they met a violent fate.

You looked at him in disbelief. “You don’t think letting me talk to someone you’d slept with was a problem? Do you know how stupid that made me look when she told me? Just being all friendly with someone who’s-who’s fucked my boyfriend?"

Michael had glanced at you every so often, making sure you were okay and you knew he had seen her too. He knew who you were talking to, he had to. And he’d said nothing, let it happen. Allowed you to feel the shame and humiliation creeping up from having her be able to hold that over your head, seeing you be the only person out of the loop. You could tell from her look after she told you that she had held it back purposely, watching the fact and what it meant wash over you in a sort of amusement. You knew you couldn’t expect to never run into girls who had experienced your boyfriend in that way, he was more than just a player before you met — though never taking a girlfriend before you. But he should have warned you at least. Not let you be played like a fool.

Michael furrowed his brows for a moment as if he didn’t know what you were talking about. And he didn’t, truly. He didn’t care about the girls he had slept with before you, has expressed that multiple times to you, it was a once and done deal and that was it. He didn’t remember names and very rarely even faces. But it wasn’t a truth that was difficult to accept, it was likely so he didn’t try to deny it.

“What was I supposed to do?” His voice raised to meet yours and that didn’t help the swirl of anger and frustration direct at him inside of you.

“Are you kidding me? How about tell me and not just stand there while I—”

“I just don’t think it’s as big a deal as you’re making it.” It wasn’t Michael’s fault. Not entirely. Despite his extensive experience, this really was his first relationship. Sex, before, never meant anything like it meant to you. He didn’t realize fully how that experience, that interaction with someone who experienced something that, to you, was so intimate and personal with your love effected you. Even if he didn’t recognize her and even if he had already made it clear that women like her who he had been with before were never anything more than just a method to satisfy his needs, there was never emotion involved.

“What so I’m overreacting?” You said sarcastically and maybe you should have expected your boyfriend, who was ever so lenient to you but was still the mean boy everyone feared, to reply back in the way he did.

“Yeah, you are.”

But the power you held over him that no one else did also allowed you to bite back just as much as he did. Because he didn’t scare you.

“Okay, great. Let me go have sex with someone and then just let you two have the dandiest conversation while he stares at you knowing everything he did to me and looking at you like you’re pitiful for being so unaware—” You were yelling by that point.

And you saw the way his eyes darkened in anger at your words just like you expected them to. “That’s not the same thing…”

“How is that not—”

Michael’s hands were mussing up his hair, frustrated. His voice came out booming in the empty, dark house. You’d been so upset that neither of you had turned on the lights when you stormed in. “I fucked her years ago. I don’t even know her name. What, do you want me to unfuck her?”

It was the crass way he said it that caused you to rear back. Your eyes widened a bit as you stared at him, letting his words dissolve in between you. Your chest burned and you felt tears wanting to rise but you refused to let them reach your eyes. It wasn’t fair that his words dismissed your anger as just jealousy, as if you were just insecure. It wasn’t about that. You knew your boyfriend slept around before you got together, you’d heard about it and had to accept his past to have accepted him as your boyfriend. You’d never been one to fight about it once you two got together because he stopped that behavior as soon as he met you. You weren’t the jealous one in your relationship. It was more than that. It was about your pride — your dignity. And he knew it. But he was going around the topic so he wouldn’t have to accept you were right.

Though deep down you knew what he had left unsaid: that it meant nothing to him the moment it happened. Sex was never something special to him like it was to you. There was no emotion involved. The girl today and anyone else in his past were no one to him for you to be upset or insecure. But you ignored that, you had to because your anger was blinding you.

“That’s not the point!” You screamed. But then you gasped in a way that sounded almost like a delirious laugh. “You know what? I can’t be around you right now. I need to go cool off.”

And while Michael would never tell you to leave just because he was mad at you, though he definitely was annoyed in that moment and feeling attacked, he was shaking his head as he opened his bedroom door. “Whatever.”

So without him apologizing, telling you to stay and trying to work it out calmly like you might have wanted him to say, that’s what you did. You left. Slamming the front door behind you.

It took a whole fifteen minutes for Michael to call you. He was still mad, frustration was built up inside of him as he sat on his bed wondering how the hell everything was turned to suddenly be his fault. He genuinely hadn’t known who the girl was and if he would have remembered, he wouldn’t have let you talk to her let alone allowed you to be disrespected. But it’s not like she mattered and he barely even understood what happened before you turned your anger on him.

Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled, gotten mad right back at you but he was a fighter. He was used to having that reaction, and much more violent ones. And with you, he rarely had fights with you so he didn’t really know the best way to act and respond when he did. He hated fighting with you.

What it ended with was right how it was then, him still stewing in his anger but this time with the added anxiety of not having you there with him. He should have told you to stay. He would prefer you to be there, even if you were still mad, even if you were silently stewing at the other end of his room. At least you’d be with him. Maybe he could have already ended this argument by just wrapping his arms around you until you calmed down. And not still being angry at each other and alone.

But you were not answering. He’d called you and rolled his eyes when the phone rang until it sent him to voicemail. Of course you were ignoring his calls. But by the second and third call, he started to worry. The same worry that always popped up when he didn’t know where you were but this time amplified because you were upset when you left and weren’t answering.

Possibilities of the reason why you weren’t answering him ran wild in his mind. Ranging from something bad happening to you with you wandering heaven knows where all by yourself — defenseless and upset, an easy target without him there to protect you. To you purposely ignoring him no matter how urgently his calls followed each other which showed him just how much he fucked up, how we might have crossed a line that could cost him his girlfriend.

He thought back to what he had said to you, the angry way your eyes shown with tears. He thought of those very memories in your thoughts as you ignored him, taking the first steps to leave him like he might have deserved.

Michael’s heart thumped at the thought and he’d shot up from his bed almost immediately. It didn’t help his worried and overactive, regretful, mind either than when he tried to look for your location — either you’d stop sharing the location or your phone was off. Either of the probabilities had his body buzzing with panic.

He was an idiot. He’d never felt that more surely than he did right then at the consequences of his own actions, being so adamantly defensive against your feelings that he had pushed you away and maybe you’d finally had enough of your mean, emotionally stunted, boyfriend. And the fear that he might be right at that thought had him slamming each door open and closed behind him as he all but ran out of his house.

He had to find you. He had to make sure you were okay. That his relationship that he would never let go of (especially over something as stupid as an argument) was still okay despite how he had treated you.

Michael didn’t have fights that were not physical. Except with you. But you rarely fought, so now that you had and pretty nastily, he had no idea how to navigate what to do or what the further consequences of it can be — consequences Michael refused to let happen.

But it was all that was on his mind as he headed to your apartment. And the worry, the freak-out that was building in him, was amplified when you didn’t open the door even as he pounded when the urgency started to overtake him and he didn’t know what else to do but call your name and plead for you to open no matter how desperate he sounded. But the door remained shut and he just had to hope it was because you weren’t home. Because he might flip his shit if he let himself think it was because you were done with him.

You were so good, so perfect in every way, you could find someone better so easily. But his fingers clenched into tight fists as he left immediately to other places you frequented. His breath was coming out short but whether it was his panic or his fast paced movements, he wasn’t sure. But each place came up empty too, his frustration mounting with each location he didn’t see you in, and for a brief moment he thought he’d go insane.

If he stopped to look, the surprised and worried glanced thrown his way in his search would have probably pissed him off more. But what could be expected with how he frantically burst in and proceeded to tear the place to shred looking for you. No one had ever seen him that way. Almost lost — definitely uncomposed if his hurry was anything to go by. Yet, his set face somehow still didn’t betray those emotions. He wouldn’t be surprised if he destroyed a few things in his wake, not that he cared to notice.

He’d never gone this long not knowing where you were, not knowing if you were safe. Maybe something did happen and you were in danger. And he was powerless to do anything but bask in his own regret and stress. He felt like the world was spinning and if the harsh way he slammed doors you could be behind was any indication, he was slowly losing it.

Michael wasn’t the type of man to lose control of his emotions like this, freak out, panic or even get nervous — in fact many debated the fact of whether he had emotions at all. But when it came to you, it seemed they were squeezed out of him.

He just wanted to see you. To hold you in his arms and apologize, telling you that you he should have understood your feelings because if it were the other way around, there would be nothing to stop the rage inside of him. It wasn’t fair to you to expect you not to get upset, even if that meant you turned that anger to him for the moment. He saw that now. He should have comforted you instead of getting defensive when he technically hadn’t done anything wrong.

Somehow he ended up in front of your front door again and he wasn’t sure to knock again or to wait until you had to open the door again or just came back home. They were the only options he had. But luckily he didn’t have to make his decision and wait with the worst possibilities of your safety running through his mind.

Because you were walking down the hall to your door just a few seconds later. And while Michael’s sanity had long since started slipping with each passing moment and each passing dreadful thought, you seemed completely unaware of the hell you had raised when he couldn’t contact you.

You still looked mad, mixed with a little sadness and hurt, but you were unharmed. Almost funnily in contrast to all the ominous thoughts that had plagued his mind. In fact you almost looked surprised and confused to see him at your door front. Completely unaware of the emotional rollercoaster he had just gone through when you left.

“Michael?” But then it was as if your annoyance won out your confusion as his mean words filled your mind again. “What do you want? I still don’t want to be around yo—”

But his mind ignored your words because when you spoke his name, it was another contrast to what his mind had fed him. You didn’t sound any more distant or close to leaving him. And it was the relief at both scenarios being wrong that had him silently wrapping his arms around you. An almost inaudible sigh of relief of your name sounded at your ear as he held you to his chest.

And knowing your boyfriend, knowing just how out of character this was to his normally impassive personality, you couldn’t even hug him back with your confusion. “M-Michael?” You repeated.

But you didn’t pull away and Michael closed his eyes in the solace he hadn’t had for nearly an hour. Michael had so much to say as he pulled away from you and looked at you again, to ensure that you really were okay, that his stupid actions didn’t cause him to destroy the best thing in his life. But you just looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed as you took in the extent of the worry and still-there panic in his eyes that his ever stoic face didn’t betray and if you were anyone else, you were sure you wouldn’t see.

Yet, the first things that came out of his mouth weren’t apologies or exclamations of his anxieties. “Where the fuck is your phone?”

You blinked up at him, as if that was the last thing you expected him to say. And now that he did, that your phone had been the last thing on your list of concerns. But you patted your pockets anyway until you felt the outline of your phone and took it out, holding it up to him as if it were evidence.

“Here.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you answer my calls?” His voice was harsh, like he was chastising you. His tone held a bit of frustration, which he tried to hold down. It would do no good to start up another argument. Yet, seeing your phone in your hand hurt just a bit. You had ignored him on purpose and didn’t care how worried he would be from it — the way you’d left him with no way to keep you safe if something had happened to you.

But your eyebrows furrowed even further at his question. “What calls? You didn’t—” But then you turned your phone to you and when it didn’t light up, you tapped it. Until it finally dawned on you and you pressed the on button. “Oh…I guess I turned it off when I left.”

It was as if your clueless words cleared every fear in Michael’s body.

Michael didn’t really care how weak he may appear to you now that you knew he had called you, multiple times, and was in front of you now, demanding to know why you weren’t answering. But it didn’t matter if you were fighting, he still loved you, he still wanted to know you were safe, he still preferred you to be with him.

“Don’t do that again.”

“Excuse me?” But he cut off your angry words.

“I mean it Y/N. Don’t do that shit again. I didn’t know where you were, something could have happened to you. I didn’t know if you were just fucking done with me or something. So don’t do that again…Please.”

He added the please like it physically hurt for him to say and knowing him, it probably did. And he didn’t say it but you knew what his words were really trying to say - he was worried. So deeply, about so many things.

So you really could do nothing except nod because you knew this was important for him, it went beyond your previous argument. You’d worried him without meaning to. You knew when you could push his buttons, argue back but when it came to this, you knew better than to allow your earlier argument to dictate your response. “Okay.”

Michael nodded but continued. “I don’t care if we’re fighting, I want to make sure you’re okay and know if—when you’ll come back to me. Tell me where you’re going or better yet don’t leave at all. Be mad all you want but do it at home, with me.”

And despite yourself, you couldn’t help the fluttering of your heart for his words. They told you everything you needed to know about how much you meant to him — beyond any temporary feeling like annoyance or anger. He’d forget it all for you.

“Fine.” You said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to scare you. I just wanted to be alone for a bit.”

Michael almost sneered incredulously, he’d nearly flipped the entire campus upside down looking for you. You’d done a pretty damn good job at trying to be alone. Michael stared at you in a fixed way that you were sure would intimidate anyone else, but not you. So even as you looked up at your giant, tattooed, scary boyfriend, you squared your shoulders back and tried to make yourself look as tall as possible — failing miserably but trying all the same.

“But I’m still mad at you.” You said. “Don’t think this changes that.”

And the way Michael rolled his eyes at you wasn’t offensive or dismissive, it was almost in endearment. Then he took your hand in his, engulfing your little one so much that you could barely see it in his grasp. “Fine. Come fight with me at home then.”

You huffed but followed him just the same. And as you listed all the reasons you were right, but now that you had calmed down a bit, now that he had struck into your heart likely without even realizing it just how special you were to him, it held much less of a bite.

Your choice of words when you got home seemed to focus a lot on jerk, mean, it hurt me, it wasn’t your fault…..but…….could’ve been there, understood where I was coming from. No, now it seemed you were finally letting out the hurt you had been hiding earlier under all that anger. The hurt that he hadn’t seen and instead had dismissed as unreasonable.

But with your silent boyfriend at your side — or rather with his arms wrapped around you like a sloth in the positioned he had forced you in despite your protests as if this was his compensation for worrying all day — you were convinced he wasn’t even paying attention. Which might have been for the best unless you wanted him o say something you didn’t want to hear again and just rile you up. Except he finally spoke to let you know he had been listening all along.

“I’m sorry.” And knowing he rarely apologized to anyone, you were genuinely surprised to hear him so easily accepting fault. “I shouldn’t have said that shit to you, it was fucked up, I didn’t mean it. I was just pissed and defensive. I would’ve done something if I had known what happened or who that bitch was, you know I would have.”

And you did. But it didn’t make his crude wording any more okay. And he knew that. He said sorry again, softer this time, in tiny whispers against your skin. You weren't someone he ever wanted to hurt. Never you. His one exception, the only one he cared about.

“So I wasn’t overreacting?” You prompted, repeating his cruel words back at him. And you took great pleasure at his cringe of regret to remember how he had talked to you who was so precious to him.

“No.”

He’d hurt you with his words you had a right to be upset, and he’d have no issue never speaking like that again to you. Whatever you wanted. A control only you ever had over him.

His face buried itself between your shoulder and neck. For someone who was so quick to say whatever the moment you said you were leaving, he sure was clingy after practically hunting you down with the panic of a puppy losing his human.

If only you knew his heart rate was still coming down from the way he absolutely flipped his shit the moment you didn’t answer him, from the moment he began thinking the worse. But yet, you were in his arms again and he was basking in the merciful forgiveness you always blessed him with.

But all he wanted, as he squeezed you tighter into himself — grateful and a bit in awe to still be able to — was to will you to never leave him despite how impassive and mean he could be at times. Because it was the only thing he had known before. But he was different for you.

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corpsedaydream · 4 years ago

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Hi! Thank you for writing for Corpse!

Anyway, how about scenario when after some stressing things (like going for groceries or medical treatment etc) corpse came home just to see s/o in his hoodie that just too big for her?? Fluff and all??

Thank you again and sorry for bad eng :D

thank u for reading them cutie!! 🖤

oof this is a cute idea, here we go

update: this turned out longer than i planned, but i’m not mad about it! hope u enjoy

word count: 1.3k

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cold hands, warm neck

You had no idea what time it was when you awoke. You’d been spending your time off at your boyfriends house and after four days of trying your best to match his sleep schedule - not wanting to miss out on any moments with him - it finally caught up to you and you had crashed hard.

The night before, Corpse told his friends he was taking a quick bathroom break from streaming, except it wasn’t a bathroom break, you hadn’t replied to any of his messages he’d sent you while he was in there and he was getting a little worried. He was surprised to hear no noise around the house. Usually when he opened his office door for the past few days, he’d hear you watching something quietly from the couch, or facetiming one of your friends, or laughing at something on your phone. He’d gotten so used to it that when it was dead silent, the anxiety started to build ever so slightly.

The living room and kitchen showed up empty, and as he turned around, he caught that his bedroom door was opened.

“(Y/N),” Corpse called your name as he began walking closer, but you didn’t respond and his anxiety grew.

“Baby?” He tried again, reaching the doorway and looking in and that’s when he saw you and relief flooded through him.

He had gotten used to you staying awake with him these past couple of days, but he knew himself you couldn’t keep that up the whole time you were there. In reality, he was expecting a moment like this to happen.

You were deep asleep, not moving an inch and chest moving so slowly but rhythmically to signal how peaceful you were. There were telltale signs that you unintentionally fell asleep. You were still atop his covers, and he’d come to learn you loved to be curled up under a duvet. Your hair was still up in it’s scrunchie and he’d come to learn you slept with it out or you woke up a little grumpy because of the headache it caused. Your water bottle was leaning against your arm and he’d come to learn you always placed it on the floor before sleeping, you’d told him about the few times when you woke up freezing after they’d leak. Your phone was still half in your hand, but it was dead, signalling that you were probably scrolling through Tiktok or Twitter and fell asleep doing so.

He took a moment to look over you, he wanted to remember this picture in his mind, before he went into action to make sure you were sleeping how he knew you preferred.

First he removed your water bottle, second he grabbed your phone and plugged it on charge for you before placing it on his bedside table. Next came the actions he was worried would wake you.

With gentle hands, he pulled the scrunchie from your hair, allowing your hair to sprawl over his pillow and next he went to work with trying to get the covers out from under you and over you, instead.

It seemed Corpse really underestimated just how deep asleep you were, because you didn’t stir once through this process. If he was honest with himself, there was a part of him that had selfishly wished you had woken up, just so he could kiss you and hold you for a moment to tell you good night and hear your sleepy voice. But he knew you needed this, he couldn’t expect you to keep up with his sleeping pattern. So he settled with leaving a gentle peck against your forehead and whispering a quiet “sweet dreams, baby,” before going back to his stream.

You were somewhat delirious when you did finally wake up. After a few nights of barely sleeping to catching up on all those missed hours in one night, you couldn’t even be sure what day it was.

“Corpse?” Even your voice was a little croaky, laced with sleep. You rubbed your hands over your eyes before spotting your phone on charge. Slow hands grabbed it, unplugging the charger seeing that it was now on 100% before looking to see if Corpse had messaged you anything. And sure enough, you discovered he had gone out, but he promised to be home soon. Something you didn’t doubt, knowing he didn’t enjoy being out of his place.

Whilst waiting, you took a shower but when you got out, it was seemingly a lot colder today.

Did I even pack anything warm? You wondered to yourself, Corpse lived somewhere it rarely became cold and you were left empty handed when looking through your own belongings for a hoodie. Then you spotted a hoodie of Corpses sitting on the end of his bed and without thinking twice, you slipped the black article of clothing over your body. It made you miss him, it felt right to be wearing his clothes, but it made you want his arms around you, too.

You decided on waiting for him on the couch, it was close to the front door and you had just spent well enough hours in his bed.

It wasn’t long before you heard the locks of his front door being switched opened and instantly the smile grew on your face as your heart fluttered with excitement. You’d spent almost every minute with him since being here, so the time spent sleeping and him going out felt long.

You watched him as he walked in the front door. He hadn’t noticed you at first. And you could see why in his face, he was distracted, stressed from the task that really took a toll on him and you wished he’d woken you up so you could’ve gone with him or even for him.

“Hi.” You greeted your boyfriend.

“Fuck,” You caught him off guard, and you couldn’t help but to laugh as he made a little a stumble and dropped the bag that was in his hand. “You’re awak- is that mine?” He quickly cut himself off, his eyes landing on you and dropping down to look over the familiar black hoodie that completely engulfed you in the most heart warming way.

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t bring anything warm.” You spoke, lifting your arms as you spoke and looking at the material that was so baggy all over you, but so comfortable. “I should’ve asked, sorry.” You apologised but all he could focus on was how perfect you looked. So cozy but also fresh and well rested after the deep sleep you had.

“No, no. It’s okay. I love it.” He assured you and you began blushing, placing your hands that were completely covered by the sleeves over your face.

“Corpse, stop.”

“I’m serious, you don’t know how much better this has made me feel.” He told you honestly, and that’s when you brought your hands down from your face and instead opened your arms to him.

“Come here.” You told him simply and he didn’t waste a second before he accepted the invitation and embraced you fully.

Your body automatically moved back to lay against the arm of the couch as he joined you by resting on top of you. You jumped slightly as his arms rounded you and his cool hands slid under the hoodie, his touch wanting to feel your bare skin.

“Sorry baby, you’re just so warm.” Corpse told you before leaving a kiss against your neck and resting his head there. “Every part of you, too.” Even his nose felt cold as he nuzzled it against where he’d just left the kiss.

“Why are you so cold?” You asked between laughs, bringing your own arms around him, too, wanting to be as close as possible.

“I had to go outside.” He sighed and his reply took the humour out of your words.

“Are you okay?” You didn’t hesitate to ask him, brushing your fingers through his hair.

He nodded his head against you. “Don’t wanna talk about it right now. Just want to be with you.”

“Okay.”

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I AM LOOKING DISRESPECTFULLY

YOU GO, BABY 🥹

He had just finished his morning yoga and was about to sit down for a nice muffin and some coffee when he heard a scream. He dashed to his front window and saw a big black dog charging down the sidewalk, it’s leash flopping along behind it. And then there was you, sweaty and bleeding, and chasing this beast like your life depended on it.

Bucky opened the door and called to the dog in German. It immediately stopped and dropped its head, slowly walking up Bucky’s driveway to sit at his feet.

“How—how did you do that?!” You huffed, your hand holding your side.

“This is Bert, he belongs to Greta a few houses down… he only understands German.”

oh my god

When you introduced yourself as you walked past him into the house, your name tickled something in his brain. He wanted you.

on my knees for you, daddy 🥹

Bucky followed, keeping his distance, as not to breathe down your neck. And also to check you out. It had been a while–he had needs. That’s what he told himself as he struggled to tear his eyes away from the backs of your thighs.

DOWN BOY!

Bucky remained on his knees, offering the first aid kit to you. But you didn’t take it. You stared into his impossibly blue eyes and squeaked out an intelligible answer.

oh no

“Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t quite catch that.” Bucky stood up to his full height and enjoyed the way your head tilted back to maintain eye contact with him.

OH FUCK ME DRUNK PLEASE HAYLIE HELP DEAD DYING DECEASED

The look of desperation in his eyes bolstered your confidence. Yes, you had been nervous. He was hot, incredibly hot. And intense. His presence had overwhelmed you, made you so desperate for him you couldn’t think straight. But now–as you watched him unabashedly stare at the bit of white lace you knew he could see up your shorts–you knew you could take him.

love a bit of friendly competition 😌

As he reluctantly moved on to the scrape on your elbow, you admired his weathered face. He was talking about something, but you weren’t paying attention. You noticed the cute crinkles around his eyes when he laughed, though. The salt and pepper beard, the smoothness of his pink lips, and he smelled good too. Like sandalwood and something spicy. As your eyes moved lower, you noticed the bob of his adam’s apple as he spoke, the little freckles on his neck that you wanted to bite, and lower, the muscles under his shirt… and it was only then that you noticed his arm.

I’m struggling. oh I am struggling.

“No! I just can’t believe I didn’t recognize you until now. Fuck, you’re even hotter in person.”

HA HA yeah I would say this. 🤣🤣🤣

But he was moving to stand between your legs, his lips inching nearer, so you weren’t about to beat yourself up over it.

kiss me and stop driving me MAD YOU SEXY BASTARD

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what you’re doing to me, sweetheart.” His voice was gravel in your ear, a chill shooting down your spine. “Besides, I can smell you.”

I moaned. yup. okay. I need help. help please.

“Fuck me,” you breathed out and his lips instantly attached to your pulse point.

“With pleasure, kitten.”

JESUS FUCK ME SIDEWAYS WITH A DOUBLE ENDED DILDO WHAT THE FUCK

HAYLIE

I WILL MURDER YOU IN YOUR SLEEP

Just as a pathetic moan was leaving your throat, your ringtone blared through the bathroom, making you both jump.

fucking COCKBLOCKED DAMMIT

It was a photo of you and his friend, his neighbor… and the name on the phone said ‘dad.’

👀👀👀

You scrambled after Bucky, trying to keep up with his long strides and not get distracted by the way his ass looked in his gray joggers.

#priorities

The guilt only lasted so long. The universe forbid you from him. Made you off limits. So fucking young. He should have never touched you. Not because it was wrong, but because now the feel of you had burned into his memory. It came to him every goddamn night when he tried to sleep. And every goddamn morning when he inevitably woke up hard from his increasingly filthy dreams.

KARMA IS A BITCH

Avoiding you proved to be impossible. As hard as Bucky tried, you were always just there. He tried to relax in his backyard and there you were, swimming lazily in your dad’s pool. When he tried to go to the park, you were laying in the sun or running laps. The day he was across the street, helping Ms. Rose in her garden, was when he realized you were fucking with him.

He was minding his own business, having a lovely conversation with his elderly neighbor, when suddenly you appeared in your dad’s driveway. A little white bikini top and cutoff denim shorts were the only thing you wore. Bucky swallowed hard. The beads of sweat running down his neck were no longer just from the scorching sun. He thought maybe you were going to lie out. But no, it was worse. So much worse. You walked to the side of the house and bent over as you turned on the water house.

oh I love this. I love this.

TORTURE THE FUCKER

When you bent over on your tiptoes to cleanse the back window of your car, he knew he hadn’t imagined the flirty looks you had been giving him throughout the week. You still wanted him. And goddamn, he wanted you more than anything. Just as his cock was urging him to get up and go do something about the way you were displaying yourself for him, your dad pulled up in the driveway.

“Fucking shit,” Bucky muttered, spinning away from you and focusing on the garden he was supposed to be attending to.

her dad is such a cockblock and I hate him.

What worried him now was the complete absence of guilt he felt. He should be ashamed. Horrified at his behavior and thoughts. But the more he tried to tell himself that you were forbidden fruit, the more he wanted to take a damn bite.

do it, daddy. do it. 😌

“The game is tonight; my daughter went out with some friends, so I invited the usual gang over. Thought you’d bring that beer we all like.”

why do I feel like she isn’t gonna be gone long…

I’m dying and this is heaven.

Was he a god? Apollo himself, here to bring you the sun? You didn’t even realize your feet were carrying you in his direction until he caught your eye. The look of panic on his face made you stop where you were, a few feet away. He mumbled excuses and avoided your eye as he made a quick exit, heading for the gate on the side of the house.

NO YOU GET YOUR PERFECT BUTT BACK HERE AND FUCK ME

“But I’ll be real good for you, I promise. Let you do whatever you want.”

“Oh god, I wanna suck your cock so bad, daddy. Please, please let me.”

Bucky closed his eyes, just barely rutting against you. The veins in his neck were strained as he tried to remain in control.

no that wasn’t a whimper. no it was not.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” Bucky breathed against your neck, his fingers digging into your thighs. “You’re all I think about. I want to ruin you, claim every piece of you with my fingers, and my tongue, god I wanna taste you so bad.”

THAT WAS NOT A WHIMPER. I AM SILENT.

His cock throbbed against you. “Stop, you gotta stop calling me that, kitten.”

HAYLIE

JJKAJSGSJWJ

“Fuck!” He shouted as finally got the door to open and he stumbled inside, drunk with lust.

His cock was so hard, he was already unbuttoning his pants and yanking the zipper down as he hurried through his kitchen. He just had to make it upstairs, but the temptation on his lips was too much, his clothes were suffocating, he need to fucking come. He braced himself on the wall by the stairs, his right hand quickly pulling his heavy cock out and pumping it with speed and efficiency. He was already so close; it was not a time for teasing. He got off on the smell of you on his lips, the feel of you pressed against him earlier that night, the dirty things you had promised–god he was an idiot, he could have you on your knees right now. He could hardly remember the last time he had a hot little mouth wrapped around him.

THIS IS ILLEGAL

JAIL FOR YOU, YOU HEATHEN

Bucky’s gaze darkened. “Over here. Now.”

You froze, and Bucky wondered if you really thought he could resist you forever.

“Now, kitten.”

I either have no self control or I am flustered more than I realise.

STOP MAKING ME WHIMPER

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his.

FUCKING FINALLY

“Sweetheart,” Bucky groaned as your nose pressed against his pelvis. “Wanna fuck your face, sweetheart.”

oh. oh, fuck.

“Shit,” Bucky cursed as your dad stepped out onto the patio and waved at him. He nudged your shoulder, and you pulled back, keeping his tip in your mouth.

FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN HE JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY?!?! 🤣

“Yeah,” Bucky choked out, annoyed now that you had completely pulled back, licking his tip teasingly. “Just playing with my kitten. She’s being a bad girl.”

oh fucjjkalalsjsi

With that, your dad finally left and as soon as he was safely inside your house, Bucky tucked himself back into his pants and squatted down to look you in the eye.

“What happened to being a good girl for daddy, huh?”

it was at this moment, Lana lost the ability to commentate.

“Good girl; gonna take my cock, kitten?”

the visual and hearing this?

I am having a heart attack

Bucky’s head dropped against yours for a second before he obliged. He moved his hand from your hair to the headboard, slowly building up the speed of his thrusts.

You could feel his control slipping, his thrusts felt more frantic, the muscles in his arms bulged, and his breaths grew even more ragged.

I CANNOT BREATHE

WHY ISN’T HE TALKING

“Talk to me,” you finally whispered, almost embarrassed to ask.

THANK YOU

“Want to hear how badly I wanna ignore your pleasure and fuck you hard and fast?”

HNNNNG

well that went from 100 to a 1000 real fucking fast

“Gonna fuckin’ kill me. Tell me what else you like, sweetheart. Wanna feel you come.”

Haylie you’re gonna fucking kill me if you keep this up.

You didn’t think he could get any better, but this angle made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Yeah, there would definitely be a next time, and a time after that. As many times as he’d allow.

FUCKING DAMN RIGHT THERE’S GONNA BE MORE

“Come inside me, daddy, need it.”

“Jesus fuck,” Bucky’s head dipped back. “You can’t–can’t say shit like that.”

“Why?” You questioned, leaning down to his ear. “Because you’re not supposed to be fucking me? Because you’re not supposed to want to fuck me?”

“Stop,” Bucky groaned, thrusting faster.

down there ain’t on do not disturb anymore I can’t

A strangled noise left Bucky’s throat, and he threw you onto your back. You were disappointed, expecting him to finish himself over your stomach, but before you could even pout his was back inside you. If you thought he was needy before, this was frantic. He hugged your body tight to his, his feet scrambled against the sheets, looking for purchase so he could fuck you deeper.

HOLY MOTHER OF SHIT I CANNOT BREATHE

(I see you, Haylie, I see what you did there! 😏)

“Can’t stop–” he gasped, and you grabbed his ass, pushing him deeper.

A hungry, desperate sound left his mouth, and you knew you had him.

“Give it to me,” you whispered in his ear. “Fuck my little pussy, daddy, it’s yours.”

Bucky’s hand gripped your ass hard as he shoved his cock as deep as it would go. His teeth bit your neck as he came. You yelped at the pain, but tangled your hand in his hair to keep him there.

His thrusts became more frantic at first as he fucked himself through his orgasm, but eventually he slowed, the static in his brain clearing just enough to speak again. You were both keenly aware that he’s still coming, fucking you slowly as he does.

“Fuck, such a good girl, taking it so well.”

NO STOP THAT

“Shh, it’s okay. You did so well for me.” Bucky kissed you gently, distracting you from the loss of his cock.

🥹🥹🥹

“I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart. Promise.”

you fucking better.

YOU FUCKING BETTER.

“You’re one to talk, kitten. Now let me take care of you so you can be good and ready for that round two you promised.”

please message me in 7 business days to ensure my brain is still working.

Forbidden Fruit (DBF! Bucky x F!Reader)

18+ ONLY.

Summary: Bucky knows he shouldn't want this, but he can't resist taking a bite.

Warnings: plot what plot? smut, age gap (undefined), unprotected sex, daddy kink, Bucky's dirty mouth. The only physical description is the reader having a small tattoo, if you don't have one, pretend it's fake.

Word count: 4900

A/N: NO ONE LOOK AT ME. I am that Paul Rudd meme. Who woulda thought?

Guilt. That’s what Bucky felt every time he looked at you. His neighbor’s daughter that he had only found out about two weeks ago. Everything had been going so well. His new house in the suburbs was shaping up nicely, thanks to Sam and Clint’s help. He had made the move to help himself find some inner peace. It was working; he slept better; he ate better, he even got a cat and started doing yoga every morning. He made friends with his neighbors. Ms. Rose was an elderly (though still technically younger than him) widow who lived across the street. She brought him muffins every Sunday morning. Mark and Angela lived to the left of him. They were newlyweds and spent most of their evenings in the backyard getting high and laughing at everything the other said. Bucky thought they were sweet. And to his right, that’s where your dad lived. A single man who appeared to be about the same age as Bucky. He did something in finance and had to take a train to the city every day. He was nice enough and since they were both alone in their big houses, they became friends. Shared beers and sports games, Bucky would come over to meet his work friends now and then. But all of this, all of Bucky’s hard work, washed down the drain the second he saw you running down his sidewalk.

Bucky opened the door and called to the dog in German. It immediately stopped and dropped its head, slowly walking up Bucky’s driveway to sit at his feet.

“How—how did you do that?!” You huffed, your hand holding your side.

“This is Bert, he belongs to Greta a few houses down… he only understands German.”

You sent an annoyed glare toward Greta’s house. “Well, that would have been nice to know before I took him on a walk.”

Bucky chuckled, “dog sitter?”

“Not really. I’m just helping her out for a few weeks while I’m in town.”

Bucky deflated a bit. You were temporary. But even so, you were standing in his driveway with a nasty cut on your knee.

“I can fix that–if you want.”

You looked down as if you hadn’t realized you were bleeding and quickly nodded. “Please.”

“I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.”

When you introduced yourself as you walked past him into the house, your name tickled something in his brain. He wanted you.

“The bathroom is right around the corner.”

You walked into the small bathroom and turned to him. The sudden hesitancy on your face made him take a step back.

“You can just show me where your first aid kit is…”

Bucky nodded and stepped into the bathroom with you; you stumbled back a bit when he knelt in front of the cabinet. “Here you go. Are you sure you don’t need a helping hand?”

Bucky remained on his knees, offering the first aid kit to you. But you didn’t take it. You stared into his impossibly blue eyes and squeaked out an intelligible answer.

“Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t quite catch that.” Bucky stood up to his full height and enjoyed the way your head tilted back to maintain eye contact with him.

“Help. Please.”

Bucky smiled and patted the counter. You understood and jumped up onto it.

“Let’s see here…” Bucky cradled your calf as he lifted your leg. He rested your foot on his thigh as he got to work on your bloodied knee.

It was just a scrape, but he took his time, enjoying the way the bend of your knee offered him a lovely view. He was so lost in looking at your legs in your short shorts he didn’t notice the way your demeanor had changed.

“Holy shit… you’re… you’re Bucky, Bucky?!”

Bucky straightened up, looking a little worried. “Is that a problem?”

“No! I just can’t believe I didn’t recognize you until now. Fuck, you’re even hotter in person.”

Bucky’s smirk made your cheeks blaze. You hadn’t intended for that thought to come out of your mouth. But he was moving to stand between your legs, his lips inching nearer, so you weren’t about to beat yourself up over it.

“So you’re saying you weren’t driving me crazy because you knew who I was? Just because you think I’m hot?”

“Driving you crazy?” You whispered, trying your best to remain still while his nose grazed over your cheek on its path to your ear.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what you’re doing to me, sweetheart.” His voice was gravel in your ear, a chill shooting down your spine. “Besides, I can smell you.”

“Fuck me,” you breathed out and his lips instantly attached to your pulse point.

“With pleasure, kitten.”

“That was–” you were trying to explain to him you hadn’t meant it literally, but his tongue was very distracting, as were his hands, which were sliding up your little shorts to grasp your ass. “Oh god, I don’t even know you.” Your hands tangled in his hair and you brought his lips to yours.

Just as a pathetic moan was leaving your throat, your ringtone blared through the bathroom, making you both jump.

“Sorry, sorry, just let me turn it off.” You scrambled for your phone, accidentally dropping it on the floor.

“Got it, sweetheart.” Bucky bent down to pick up your phone and froze when he saw the picture on the screen.

It was a photo of you and his friend, his neighbor… and the name on the phone said ‘dad.’

“This–he’s your–fuck.” Bucky handed you the phone and stalked out of the bathroom, nearly tripping over Bert, who had fallen asleep outside the door.

“Wait! I’m not answering it. Where are you going?!”

You scrambled after Bucky, trying to keep up with his long strides and not get distracted by the way his ass looked in his gray joggers.

“You gotta go,” Bucky said emotionlessly as he opened the front door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

“Fuck, how old are you?”

Your brows furrowed, confused at his sudden change in demeanor. “Old enough to fuck a stranger in their bathroom. What the fuck, Bucky?”

“I’m friends with your dad, okay? We can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

You stared at him dumbfounded for a moment, before shrugging and walking past him. “Your loss, Buck. Come on, Bert, let’s go. I have some energy to work off now.”

As you and Bert walked down the sidewalk toward the park, you felt Bucky’s eyes glued to you the entire way.

“No,” Bucky whispered to himself, his eyes wide as he watched you spray the hood of your little sports car.

Ms. Rose was oblivious, talking even though Bucky was clearly not paying attention anymore. His eyes watched every move you made. He swore he was dreaming. There was no way you just squeezed your sponge over yourself, but you must have, because Bucky was watching the soapy water seep through your now sheer top, and trail down your legs. When you bent over on your tiptoes to cleanse the back window of your car, he knew he hadn’t imagined the flirty looks you had been giving him throughout the week. You still wanted him. And goddamn, he wanted you more than anything. Just as his cock was urging him to get up and go do something about the way you were displaying yourself for him, your dad pulled up in the driveway.

“Fucking shit,” Bucky muttered, spinning away from you and focusing on the garden he was supposed to be attending to.

He stayed confined to his house for the next two days. Curtains shut to avoid the temptation of peeking into your backyard. Your dad–his friend, kept texting, asking him to hangout and Bucky felt horrible ignoring the messages. But he couldn’t do it, not until you were gone. He thought about going to visit Sam and Clint in the city for the next week, just until you went back to wherever you had come from. But that would be too pathetic. He just needed a distraction, something to help him stop thinking about your ass in those little shorts, the water dripping between your breasts…

Bucky’s ringtone brought him back to the present, and he yanked his hand out of his shorts, cursing himself for losing control yet again. It was your dad. He sighed, pulling his large hand down his face as he answered the phone, trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Buck! I was worried you wouldn’t answer!”

“Yeah, sorry, been busy.”

“Are you coming tonight?”

Bucky was silent, trying to remember what he could be referencing.

“The game is tonight; my daughter went out with some friends, so I invited the usual gang over. Thought you’d bring that beer we all like.”

Bucky’s heart sank a little at the news that you wouldn’t be there, but maybe that was a good thing. “Sure, sure, I’ll come over soon.”

Bucky hung up the phone and looked down at his lap… first a cold shower, then the party.

The night air was crisp, and cool as you wandered through your large backyard. You were still a little tipsy from the night out with your friends, but your vision was clear enough to spot Bucky leaning against the fence talking to some of your dad’s friends. He was a vision in his French blue t-shirt and pants; his beard was scruffy with spots of gray, his hair fluffy and just untamed enough to make you imagine your fingers in it. When he laughed, his nose scrunched, and his head tossed back just a little. Was he a god? Apollo himself, here to bring you the sun? You didn’t even realize your feet were carrying you in his direction until he caught your eye. The look of panic on his face made you stop where you were, a few feet away. He mumbled excuses and avoided your eye as he made a quick exit, heading for the gate on the side of the house.

Determined to get what you knew you both wanted, you took a deep breath for courage and chased after him, glad everyone appeared too drunk to pay attention to you.

Once in the dark shadows and hidden on the side of the house, you called his name. He froze, his hand on the gate, likely debating if he would run or answer your call.

“You’re being very rude, you know.”

He still didn’t move.

“Can I at least thank you for your help the other day?”

His shoulders tensed. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”

“Well, I am.”

Bucky turned around then, inhaling sharply as his eyes roved over you. “You don’t need to thank me.”

“Oh, but I have so many ways I could say thank you.”

He took a step closer, and you pressed your back against the brick of the house. Heat prickled over your skin as he advanced on you, nearly touching you now.

“Don’t you wanna hear your options?” You whispered, eyes flicking between his pretty lips and his even prettier eyes.

“We can’t,” Bucky swallowed.

“But I’ll be real good for you, I promise. Let you do whatever you want.”

“Christ,” Bucky muttered, inching even closer, his thigh slotting between your legs.

“Touch me,” you whispered, afraid you’d scare him away.

His fingers trailed up your thigh so lightly you barely felt them. Bucky stopped at the hem of your dress and you were about to complain when he pressed his hips against you, his prominent erection digging into your hip.

“Oh god, I wanna suck your cock so bad, daddy. Please, please let me.”

Bucky closed his eyes, just barely rutting against you. The veins in his neck were strained as he tried to remain in control.

“God dammit, we can’t. It’s wrong.”

“You keep saying that.” Your hands skimmed up his broad chest and over his shoulders. “I think it turns you on.”

Bucky shook his head, and you pulled him closer so you could whisper in his ear. “I think your cock gets hard every time you think about how you’re not supposed to fuck me.”

“Please, daddy.”

His cock throbbed against you. “Stop, you gotta stop calling me that, kitten.” Bucky pushed away from you, still caging you in against the brick. “I’m serious. We can’t do this. I’m trying to be a decent guy here.”

You weren’t listening, and Bucky’s eyes trailed down your body to where your hand had slipped under your dress. Before he could say anything, you held two glistening fingers in his face, taunting.

“Just a taste.” You gently swiped your fingers over his plush bottom lip and his eyes went so dark you were almost afraid.

And then he was gone; disappearing so quickly that he was a blur in the night.

Bucky couldn’t breathe. He literally held his breath for as long as he could to avoid inhaling your sweet scent. He nearly broke his backdoor down trying to hurry and get inside.

“Fuck!” He shouted as finally got the door to open and he stumbled inside, drunk with lust.

He cursed under his breath, fumbling for a tissue as his balls tightened and he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, coming hard as the taste of you exploded in his mouth.

Bucky had reached his limit. He was done. Today was the day he was going to ruin you. He decided this as he watched you over his fence. You were lounging by your pool, completely nude, and posed to tease the fuck out of him. One leg was bent at the knee, blocking his view of your cunt. His eyes trailed up the length of your body, only to be disappointed that your book was blocking his view of your tits. But he zeroed in on the bit of side boob he could see, licking his lips as he imagined kissing the little heart tattoo he didn’t know you had there.

He cleared his throat, and you lifted your gaze to smile at him.

“Oh hello, looking for my dad?”

Bucky’s gaze darkened. “Over here. Now.”

You froze, and Bucky wondered if you really thought he could resist you forever.

“Now, kitten.”

You nodded, turning to grab your sundress before quickly making your way to his side of the fence.

“You didn’t need to bother with the dress.” Bucky grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips to his.

Finally.

Fucking finally.

His tongue invaded your mouth aggressively, making up for lost time. You gasped when he nipped at your bottom lip, his frustrations spilling out. He pulled back enough to look you in the eye, both of your breaths ragged.

You opened your mouth, probably to say something cocky. But Bucky silenced you by pushing softly but firmly on your shoulders. You dropped to your knees so fast that Bucky chuckled.

“Eager?”

You already had his fly open, your tongue pressed against the wet spot his cock had made in his underwear, and he shuddered.

“And you aren’t?”

“No teasing.”

You answered by pulling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It was thick and curved, his pink tip begging to be sucked.

“Holy–fuck,” Bucky dragged out the last word, reaching for the fence for support as you took him into your throat.

It had been so long since he had experienced this. While he longed for your pussy, this was different… looking down at you on your knees for him–lips wrapped tight and your tongue moving so perfectly–he wouldn’t last.

He should have taken you inside. Now he had to be quiet, had to contain the moans and gasps he wanted to let out every time you took him deeper.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky groaned as your nose pressed against his pelvis. “Wanna fuck your face, sweetheart.”

You moaned, and his dick throbbed in tune with his rapid heartbeat. But as he wrapped his vibranium hand in your hair, prepping himself to come down your throat, your backdoor opened and shut loudly.

“Shit,” Bucky cursed as your dad stepped out onto the patio and waved at him. He nudged your shoulder, and you pulled back, keeping his tip in your mouth.

Bucky gave you a warning look as your dad approached the fence.

He should have known better. As soon as he started talking to your dad, trying to get rid of him, your hot mouth slid down his cock again, slowly, but it still made him stutter. You froze once your nose was pressed against him again, and Bucky breathed a sigh of relief, until you swallowed and he nearly groaned out loud. Somehow your dad was still clueless, rambling on about-well, Bucky didn’t know what he was talking about anymore. He bit his lip hard as your tongue lapped at his balls, the tip of his cock still in your throat. A curse slipped through his lips. He was sure he looked like he was in pain–he was about to come and you wouldn’t stop–he didn’t want you to stop.

Your dad frowned. “You, okay?”

“Yeah,” Bucky choked out, annoyed now that you had completely pulled back, licking his tip teasingly. “Just playing with my kitten. She’s being a bad girl.”

Bucky smirked as you clenched your thighs together.

“But I think she just needs attention. I’ll see you later.”

With that, your dad finally left and as soon as he was safely inside your house, Bucky tucked himself back into his pants and squatted down to look you in the eye.

“What happened to being a good girl for daddy, huh?”

“Couldn’t help it.”

Bucky kissed you fiercely, before bringing you to your feet. “Inside.”

You didn’t hesitate, running to his backdoor as he slowly stalked behind you.

Bucky’s tongue held power. You were sure of it. It tortured, teased, and pleased all in one firm, wet swipe. And he did it for what seemed like hours. Not letting you go until you begged for a break. When he finally lifted his head from between your trembling thighs, you groaned at the sight. His handsome beard glistened with your arousal, and his blue eyes were dark with need. Your legs spread further for him and he smirked as he climbed over your body to reach your lips.

“Good girl; gonna take my cock, kitten?”

“Yes daddy, give it to me,” you nearly whined as you felt him press the tip against your entrance.

He was quiet as he slid in, but you could feel the tension in his shoulders. You gripped them tight as he split you open slowly, every throbbing vein rubbing you in just the right way.

“Oh god, you’re so big,” you whimpered once he was fully inside you.

His breath was ragged against your neck, and even your feet pressing into his firm ass wasn’t enough to get him to move yet.

“Please,” you begged, and finally he pulled out. Bucky fucked slow but deep, making sure you felt everything he gave you. Every drag was heaven, every thrust euphoria. His vibranium hand was cradling the back of your head, tangled in your hair, his other gripping your hip to keep you in place. You climbed quickly, but you needed more.

“Faster, please, I can take it.”

Bucky’s head dropped against yours for a second before he obliged. He moved his hand from your hair to the headboard, slowly building up the speed of his thrusts.

You could feel his control slipping, his thrusts felt more frantic, the muscles in his arms bulged, and his breaths grew even more ragged.

Yet you still needed more.

“Talk to me,” you finally whispered, almost embarrassed to ask.

Bucky froze, and you feared maybe you had ruined the moment. But then he gave you that ridiculously hot, lopsided smirk and pressed his lips to your ear.

“You want me to tell you how good you feel?”

You nodded, swallowing thickly as he resumed his pace.

“Want to hear how badly I wanna ignore your pleasure and fuck you hard and fast?”

“Yes!” You groaned, lifting your hips to urge him to move faster.

“Want me to tell you how I have to masturbate every fucking day thinking about your lips, your cunt, your ass?”

“You touch yourself, wishing your cock was up my ass?”

“Fuck yes.” Bucky sounded truly broken, and you lifted his head to see the desire in his eyes.

“Next time,” you managed to speak before his pace turned even more punishing.

“Gonna fuckin’ kill me. Tell me what else you like, sweetheart. Wanna feel you come.”

“Suck my tits, daddy, I’m so close.”

“With pleasure,” Bucky immediately moved his lips to the little tattoo on the side of your breast. Swiping his tongue over it a few times while his big hands squeezed your tits. His pace slowed slightly as he lost himself in worshiping your breasts. His tongue teased until you were nearly frantic with desire. With one last slow lick over your nipple, his warm mouth wrapped around it. Your back arched, and you came almost instantly, drawing a deep groan from him as he continued to suck hungrily.

You knew he had to be close. He was putting off his own release to draw more and more from you.

“Wanna ride you, daddy.”

He didn’t argue, flipping the two of you over so you were on top of him, your hands planted on his muscular chest.

His fingers gripped your hips hard, and you fluttered around him at the thought of the bruises he would leave behind.

“I’m close,” Bucky said, almost reluctantly. “Gotta stop.”

“Can’t,” you said breathlessly, moving your hips faster.

He groaned, arguing with you even as his hand moved from your hip to your breast and his hips jerked off the bed.

“Come inside me, daddy, need it.”

“Jesus fuck,” Bucky’s head dipped back. “You can’t–can’t say shit like that.”

“Why?” You questioned, leaning down to his ear. “Because you’re not supposed to be fucking me? Because you’re not supposed to want to fuck me?”

“Stop,” Bucky groaned, thrusting faster.

“Because you’re not supposed to have your fat cock balls deep in my little pussy?”

He couldn’t string together a sentence anymore, but you no longer needed him to tell you how good he felt. You could feel it with each throb of his cock deep inside you.

“Can’t stop–” he gasped, and you grabbed his ass, pushing him deeper.

A hungry, desperate sound left his mouth, and you knew you had him.

“Give it to me,” you whispered in his ear. “Fuck my little pussy, daddy, it’s yours.”

Bucky’s hand gripped your ass hard as he shoved his cock as deep as it would go. His teeth bit your neck as he came. You yelped at the pain, but tangled your hand in his hair to keep him there.

“Fuck, such a good girl, taking it so well.”

All you could was whimper, entirely spent.

“Shh, it’s okay. You did so well for me.” Bucky kissed you gently, distracting you from the loss of his cock.

“Should have done it sooner,” you mumbled, and Bucky nipped your bottom lip.

“I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart. Promise.”

You were about to give a sarcastic answer when he deliberately pressed himself against your hip and your eyes went wide.

Bucky nodded, a cocky smile on his lips.

You lifted your head, looking down to confirm with your own eyes before flopping down onto the bed. “God, you’re a fucking wet dream.”

“You’re one to talk, kitten. Now let me take care of you so you can be good and ready for that round two you promised.”

Bucky squeezed your ass before leaving the bed, leading you to the shower.

His guilt was no longer present, completely replaced by fiery lust.

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