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ichorai · 3 years ago

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family tree ; bruce wayne.

track six of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; rpatz!bruce wayne x gn!reader

synopsis ; bruce didn't think he'd find family in you, of all people.

words ; 2.1k

themes ; fluff, slight angst, sorta childhood friends to almost-but-not-yet-there-lovers ??

warnings / includes ; mentions of death, allusions to childhood trauma, one mention of scars, bruce is a dramatic emo softie, alfred is just worried™, reader is a smartie, bruce is on the "save the bees" agenda from now on, an extension of the found family trope i'd say

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Bruce didn’t like it outside.

He wasn’t a fan of the way the sun would glare angrily into his tired eyes, nor was he too keen on the way the wind was blowing the dark strands of his hair away from his forehead. The birds were too loud, the ground felt uncomfortably soft beneath his boots, and he constantly had to raise his palms to gently wave away a bumblebee that merrily buzzed past his nose every five minutes.

But he liked you. He liked the way the sun looked on your skin, bathing you in a warm honey glow. He liked how you’d pluck at blades of grass and toss them for the wind’s mercy. He liked how you’d comment on how pretty he looked in his black hoodie despite it being so very hot outside.

So he bit down all his complaints and sat down beside you on a picnic blanket you’d spread out on the grass as you sketched into a large drawing pad, tapping the edge of the pencil against your bottom lip in thought. Bruce watched in rapt intrigue as you scribbled with mute concentration, creating a new design for his vigilante costume—something that he hadn’t ever meant for you to get involved in, but you found out nonetheless after connecting the dots (those dots being his runny black mascara he forgot to take off and the large collection of scars he steadily acquired). You were always the more intelligent of the two, anyways.

“What are those?” he asked quietly, pointing to the small bumps on his utility belt.

“Hidden storage units,” you responded at an equal decibel, sparing him a glance and a knowing smile that left his heart stuttering desperately against his ribcage. “A place where you can hide small devices people can’t find if you were to be searched. You know… just in case.”

“That’s smart,” commented Bruce, face remaining stoic as ever. You read him plain and clear, however, and nudged his shoulder affectionately before ducking your head back down to keep sketching.

It wasn’t often that he spoke on your little outings. That was perhaps one of Bruce’s favorite things about spending time with you. He didn’t feel like he was out of place with you—nor did he ever feel pressured to speak. If he had something to say, he knew you’d listen, and if not, he knew you were still there for him. Besides, he’d much rather listen to you talk—he quite liked your voice and highly respected your thoughts and opinions. And sometimes, just sometimes, you made funny jokes that’d make him let out a little laugh.

You’ve been a constant in his life ever since… well, ever since he lost his parents. Alfred had taken you in on a cold and stormy night more than two decades prior—you were drenched and shivering to the point of no return. The Wayne Manor was a desolate building, no place for a child so young and afraid. Nine-year-old Bruce watched from the shadows of his ghastly mansion that night, observing the moonlight on your tear-soaked cheeks, the stiffness of your fingers as it lifted the steaming mug of sweetened tea Alfred had fixed for you. He recognized the anguish in your youthful features—it was the very same as what he saw in the mirror every day.

As the weeks droned by, and Bruce came to realize that you were here to stay, you became a familiar figure in his life. In the beginning, he pretended like you were never there. He lived life like he did before—an emotional little boy with no idea what to do with said emotions. Only now, he was the very same but just… bigger and somehow even broodier. Oh, and with time he began talking to you, too, albeit barely more than two-word phrases at once. It took an excruciating ten years or so of walking on eggshells before Bruce finally grew close enough to you to call himself your friend. You were all quiet smiles and thoughtful gestures; it wasn’t that much of a surprise when he found himself falling head over heels for you, even though he was appalled at himself for feeling such a thing.

“Do you think we would’ve met if Alfred hadn’t taken me in all those years ago?” you postulated in the gentlest of tones, snapping him out of his reverie.

It took him another second to realize that you’d already packed away your sketchbook, now shuffling so that you could lie down on the blanket, staring up at him with a look that meant nothing good for Bruce. It was the look that always made him stumble over his words—the one where your eyes went all wide and inquisitive and affectionate. You were close; so close that your knees brushed against his side and your arm was pressed up next to his thigh. It didn’t help at all when Bruce inhaled sharply, the scent of park flowers and your honey-like perfume invading his senses. You were driving him crazy without even realizing it.

“I don’t know,” he admitted tentatively, voice hoarse from neglect. You briefly wondered if he’d had anything to drink today. “You’d probably know Batman. Not…” He trailed off before he could say his own name, gesturing vaguely to nothing.

“Not Bruce Wayne?” you murmured for him, hand reaching upwards to brush your knuckles over his sharp jaw, relishing in the way he leaned into your touch ever so slightly. “I think I prefer my Bruce over your dark alter ego.”

His heart nearly gave way when you called him yours. You weren’t wrong, though. He was yours.

“I’m not quite done with the new suit design yet, by the way,” you said, dropping your hand to trace random, mindless shapes into the blanket. “But I’m thinking of giving you more kevlar reinforcements—heat resistant and bullet proof. Besides, extra protection never hurts. What do you think?”

“Yeah, ‘s good,” he grunted out bluntly, nodding once. You hummed in response, a lazy smile curling at the corner of your lips.

The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence once more—with you watching the clouds drift by above and Bruce observing you do so.

When your phone buzzed in the pocket of your jeans, you twisted to fish it out, propping yourself up with your elbow resting across his lap, answering it with a swift, “Hello?”

Alfred’s concerned voice buzzed from the other end, and Bruce could faintly hear him ask where you were right now—and that dinner was ready and it’d get cold if you didn’t hurry back.

“Don’t be a worrywart, we’re coming!” you said with a mellifluous chuckle. “Bruce says hi, by the way.” Your eyes locked with his and an amused grin painted itself golden over your lips. “Alright, Alfred. I’ll tell him that. Love you, too.”

When you hung up, you removed your arm from him, and he had half the mind to grab your wrist and pull you closer once more. Obviously, he didn’t. His hands fidgeted anxiously in his lap. “What did he say?”

You fixed him with a humorous faux-glare. “He told me to tell you to stop drawing on the floor. Who knew spray paint was so hard to wash out, huh? I swear, I thought you grew out of that habit when you were fifteen!” you burst into several peals of laughter, clutching at your own abdomen at the thought of Alfred walking into a room full of random violent words and arrows spray painted all over the floor. Against his own will, Bruce could feel a grin twitch at his lips.

“Don’t laugh,” he gently admonished, prodding your arm. “I didn’t have any paper.”

“I literally live right across the hall from you,” you replied pointedly as you got up, ushering him off the blanket so you could fold it up. “You could’ve just asked. I have plenty of paper.” Then, after a considerable pause, you tacked on, “In fact, you could come to my room whenever you want. Whether you need paper for your nancy drew-ing or not, my door’s always open for you.”

Sometimes it felt like Bruce was constantly dangling on the very precipice of emotional turmoil, feet just barely skimming the surface of agony. But you were his tether to reality, his anchor to shore, the beam of light to guide his ship back to land. What did he ever do to deserve someone like you in his family?

Wait… did he just call you his family?

Family was the most fickle thing, Bruce mused. Family meant pure, undulated love and care—family didn’t have to only mean blood of his blood.

“You’re my family,” he said, so uncharacteristically sudden, flushing deeply when you looked back at him with those inquisitive, round eyes.

It was ridiculous at this point—he’d known you for upwards of twenty years and it was still hard to speak to you without losing his damn mind. Quite reminded him of how he still refused to tell the waiter at the local diner the two of you often frequented that he always orders a burger with no pickles (the acidity of the brine made his head hurt), even after receiving a burger stuffed to the brim with the accursed things, despite being a regular customer there for ages by now. You’d urge him to say something every single time, but knew not to push him too far—besides, he needed to learn how to deal with things like that himself.

He sucked in a breath. This time, slower, he added, “You… You mean a lot to me. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you.”

He cautiously waltzed around the word love because he’d probably combust into spontaneous flames if he professed his love for you in the middle of a bee-infested park. What made it all the worse was the fact that you’d often casually say the dreaded L word to him as if it were a regular greeting. It frustrated him to no end because he wasn’t entirely sure if you meant platonic love or romantic love. Or both. Bruce was just happy you loved him at all, if he was to be honest. Don’t get him wrong, he was very much content with platonic affection, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want the latter kind of love from you.

And it wasn’t like he’d never tried to tell you about his true feelings before. There was that one time he made you sit down and listen to Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana after hours of psyching himself up, carefully watching you for your reaction. If sharing his utmost favorite song from his most favorite band with you wasn’t enough for you to take the hint of his extremely profound and complicated feelings, Bruce supposed it was hopeless for him.

He’d always had a flair for the dramatics, hadn’t he?

The blanket you were holding crumpled beneath your tight grip. You blinked once, then twice. Bruce wanted the ridiculously soft ground to open up and swallow him whole. How embarrassing—this was probably the most he’d ever vocalized how he felt for you. He wanted to run back home and lock himself into his dark room that stank of toxic spray paint chemicals.

Recognizing his subtle distress, you stepped forward and placed a hand on his pectoral, the other coming to tenderly lodge itself beneath his chin, maneuvering his dark gaze to look away from the grass and to you. “Oh, Bruce. You’re my family, too,” you assured him with a sweet smile that made his insides cave in on themselves. “And you mean the world to me. More than you can ever know.”

The last sentence was said with somewhat of a bittersweet, hollowed tone, and Bruce could feel his mind gear up into overthinking panic mode. What did you mean by that? Was there even the slightest chance his feelings were reciprocated? He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but oh—he could already feel his hopes getting up.

“Now, c’mon, I’m ninety-nine percent sure Alfred is at his wit’s end with us right now. We should get back before he ruptures a blood vessel or something.”

His stomach coiled into nervous knots when you slipped your free hand into his, lacing your fingers together, tugging him out of the secluded park to go back home. A bumblebee flew past his ear for the millionth time since he stepped out of the comfort of his expansive manor. Bruce didn’t like it outside, but with you—with his family that he L worded—he supposed he’d be able to tolerate it.

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mayraki · 4 years ago

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✧ the hotel room - bucky barnes

-> violadvis’ gif

summary: after an awful night with your family the only thing you want to feel is bucky’s body against yours.

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check out my bucky barnes x oc series let’s play fire with fire

warnings: family members being mean. fights between reader and family. oral (f. receiving), cowgirl, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy). if there’s anything else, please, let me know. +18!!

“Did you order the pizza, baby?” You asked the second you walked into the living room. Bucky was sitting on the couch while his fingers were moving around the TV controller, touching every single button to get the movie going. You smiled at his confused face as you sat down next to him, waiting for his answer.

“I can handle a phone or putting a channel on, but a movie?” He said still with his eyes glued to the TV and all the options it was showing as his fingers were pressing more buttons. “I can’t seem to understand it.”

You let out a tiny laugh before taking the controller from his hand to press the button that said ‘back’ and then, when the movie list came back to the screen, you clicked another button to soon see the movie slowly loading to start. “There.”

“You just did that with two buttons, two!” He rested his back on the back of the couch frustrated. “I’ve been sitting here for like fifteen minutes. And yes, I order the pizza. It should come any minute now.”

You let out a tiny smile as your head went towards his chest to rest on it. “To be fair, I haven’t teached you yet how to put a movie on, so is alright if you can’t. It’s hard for you, Buck.”

“I just wanted everything to be ready for you, doll.” He said softly while his cold metal arm was now around your shoulder and his fingers were caressing your cheek, making you feel the coldness of them in your skin.

You locked eyes with him to get closer and leave a little kiss on his lips. Feeling his warm lips you let out a tiny smile enjoying the feeling of it against yours. He grabbed your cheek with his right hand to pull you even closer to him, even if there was no place left. “I think we have a couple of minutes left before the pizza gets here, doll.” Bucky said softly against your lips.

As his eyes were glued to yours, you could noticed the desire in them. You couldn’t blame him, since yours had the same thing in them. “Really?” You asked as a grin escaped your lips. “And what to do think we should do in those minutes we have?”

Without giving you an answer, he let out a smile and quickly, with his strong metal arm, managed to grab your waist and pulled you up to gently place you on his lap, while your two legs ended between his waist. Soon grabbing his cheeks with your hands, you pulled him in for another simple yet hot kiss. You could feel his hands on your waist grabbing them with strength, but then they quickly moved towards your back to touch the skin under your shirt. So, with slow moves you felt how his fingers started to trace your lower back while pulling your shirt up.

While the hotness in your body was growing and the kiss between you and Bucky was getting quicker, without giving him the chance to do something else you started to move your hips slowly against his pants. His hand quickly stopped to break the kiss and look at you with lust in his eyes. “Fuck, doll.” He said almost in a whisper gaining a smile from your lips. But the moment you were about to unite your lips with his once again, the doorbell rang, making you let out a sigh as your head rested on his shoulder.

“I guess it was less than a couple of minutes.” He said the moment you moved from his lap and ended right by his side. He got up while letting the biggest sigh and then walked towards the door as your eyes were following him, admiring every little detail of his body. “Thank you so much, have a good one.” He said with a little smile after giving the delivery guy the money and some tips. Instead of closing the door once the guy was gone, he looked down and stayed put for a second before kneeling down to grab something off the floor. Curious, you lifted your body over the back of the couch to have more sight on him and the floor, so noticing a couple of papers on his hand, you furrowed your eyebrows confused.

“What is that?”

He turned around and closed the door behind him. “I don’t know.” He said confused as he was walking towards the tiny table in front of the couch to leave the pizza on top of it. “Is like some sort of invitation.”

“What? Let me see.” The moment he sat down he handed you the paper. Quickly grabbing it you read the first word on top of the paper thinking that it was some sort of mistake, but as soon as your eyes were finished with that tiny title, your heart sinked to your stomach. “Oh my fucking God.”

“What?” Bucky asked going back to you since he was opening the box of pizza while you were reading. “What is it?”

You closed your eyes letting out a long sigh not wanting to read what was left on the paper. But the moment you felt the invitation leaving your hand, you opened them again.

“The future Mr. and Mrs.” Bucky started reading. “Join us for an engagement party honoring. George and Kimberly.” As soon as he finished he turned to you with his eyebrow furrowed, confused like the first time he saw it. “Do you know these people?”

You slowly nodded tilting your head to the left while your eyes were slowly wondering around the invitation. “George. That’s my little brother.” You pointed at his name in the paper which made Bucky turn to it once again, but then soon went back to you.

“Your brother is engaged?”

“Apparently. I didn’t even know he was with someone.” You shook your head. “But I think me going is not an option. So you can throw it away.” You got closer to the pizza and grabbed a piece. Ready to grab the controller to play the movie, you took your free hand towards it but when you noticed Bucky still reading the invitation, you looked at him. “What?”

“Why aren’t you going?” He asked locking eyes with you. “I mean, I know the story you have with your parents and all, but he’s your brother.”

“I’ll call him later and celebrate it with him and his fiancé alone, I’m not putting up with my parents and my stupid family. Buck, I’m not discussing this, so, c’mon, let’s play the movie.”

After you grabbed the controller and started the movie, Bucky let out a low ‘alright’ and proceeded to grab a piece of pizza to enjoy the movie with you.

After that day, you definitely forgot about the invitation and the party. You moved on by living your life like you did years ago. With your work, your tiny apartment, new friends, and then soon, with your boyfriend Bucky Barnes. Your mind was busy to even give it a tiny second of thought, either way, you already made a decision. You weren’t going.

But even though you tried, the moment that you saw the invitation once again on the tiny table in front of the couch the next night, you stared it for too long as the memories were slowly going back to your mind.

The tears, the screams, the loud fights, the fake relationship to please people. You remembered those days to be the worst years of your life. You being pressured to be someone else just to be the rich happy family your mother always wanted it to be. Your dad with his incredible obsession with his work, that at some point you didn’t even see him for weeks. And then, when he was home, he was either drinking or watching a football game, not even giving five seconds of a attention to the five year old little kid trying to show him a drawing that they made. Then, it came your older brother. He was a nightmare. People always talk about having a older brother as something so fun and memorable, but not with yours. Nothing about him you wanted to remember. Making your childhood a living nightmare, calling you names, breaking your toys, insulting you as you two were growing up but then pretending to be the innocent little boy for mommy when she walked by. He was the spoiled brat you tried to escape since you started to think for yourself.

The only one that managed to make your days better was your little brother, George, the only one you remain with a little relationship the moment you left the house. He was the one more similar to you. Not wanting to be fake just to please the rich families around you, liking to just be chill and watch movies instead of going to fancy parties like your mother insisted. He was your best friend growing up. Even if he was like your twin, he had at least something that went with the family, he liked to work with your dad. That was the only thing that made him survive all those years back in the house. But you didn’t have anything. It broke your heart to leave him when you did, but it had to be done for you to be better and enjoy your life.

So, when you got the chance to leave them, you did. As soon as you turned 18, you grabbed every little saving you had from your job and rented the tiniest apartment you could afford. And from then, you built a family and a life of your own, trying to leave every ugly memory you had from them on the past.

You weren’t going.

You repeated as you sat down on the couch to rest and feel your body relax as it was trying to release everything bad from the day. But when you closed your eyes, the sensation of your phone vibrating in your back pocket made you opened them again. Knowing that it was almost dinner time and Bucky always called you around that time, without reading the name in your screen you answered the call to later bring the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You said with a smile.

“Hi big sis.” You heard the voice of your little brother on the other side of the phone making you sit up straight as a surprised smile came out of your lips. “Nice to hear you again.”

“Georgie. What- what are you doing calling me?”

“I wanted to say hi, you know, since you’re my big sister and all.” Hearing his voice filled your chest with happiness as the memories of him and you playing around appeared on your mind. You two were just kids... but not anymore.

“You sound like a man, G.” You heard a little laugh coming from him.

“Yeah, well, it got deeper. Hey, I wanted to ask you something. Did you got the invitation for-?”

“Yeah, I did.” You nodded. “Why didn’t you told me you were seeing someone?”

“Y/n, I can ask you the same thing.”

You let out a tiny laugh. “Touché.”

“So...” You could notice the hesitation on his voice. He wanted to ask you something and was looking for the courage to do it. Deep down you knew what it was, but still waited for him to ask it. “Are you coming?”

You let out a tiny sigh and closed your eyes feeling your stomach turn. You hated feeling like that, like you would disappoint your little brother. But you didn’t want to go. “I’m sorry, Georgie. It’s just-”

“You don’t want to see mom, dad or the rest of the family, I get it. I do, believe me.” The hurt on his voice made your heart shatter into pieces. “But- I would love to see you there, Y/n.”

“I know, I know. I suck. But what if I just take you two to a fancy dinner. Just the three of us a week after the party. My treat.”

You let out a tiny proud smile because of your idea, maybe that was going to fix everything, but the moment your heard a sigh coming from his mouth, the smile quickly disappeared. “I would love that, but we leave to Mexico a day after the party because half of her family lives there.”

“How about after?”

“We leave for a year.”

“A year?” You asked softly disappointed. You let your back rest on the back of the couch as you closed your eyes once again. The moment you were about to open your mouth, the front door opening cut you off. Bucky walk into the apartment holding bags of food and a little smile on his face.

You turned away from him as you heard your brother speak again. “Can you come, Y/n?” He asked with the same tone you did seconds ago. As soon as a little sigh came out of your mouth Bucky sat down by your side and left a gentle kiss on your cheek. But noticing the strange look on your face, soon furrowed his eyebrows and mouthed ‘who’s that?’ but you didn’t answered, you just stayed silent not knowing what to say next. “I would love for her to know my big sister, I know she would like you, a lot. And I know you would too.”

“I love you too much, you know that?” You said after letting out a long sigh.

“Is that a yes?” He asked excited. Noticing this, you let out a little smile and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m going.”

“Y/n! Oh my god, I’m gonna see you. This is amazing. I love you sis!” As soon as a laugh came out of your mouth Bucky took his right hand and placed it on your thigh to gently caress it. You did the same and took your hand towards his, resting it on top to wrap your fingers together. “Maybe you can bring that boyfriend of yours, too.”

“Oh,” you locked eyes with him with the intention to say that he wasn’t available, not wanting him to deal with your family, but instead you shrugged your shoulders and let out a softly: “Maybe.”

The moment you ended the call Bucky got closer to your face with a little smile still placed on his lips. He looked down to yours as you bit your lower lip, looking straight to the desire on his eyes. “Hi.” He let out almost on a whisper.

“Hi.”

He ended the space and united his lips with yours to feel that warm sensation against your skin. His hand now on your cheek made the kiss even deeper but before it could lead to something else, he broke the kiss and without moving further away from you, asked: “Alright, who is the person you love too much and where are you going?”

You let out a tiny laugh hearing his jealousy tone but with a little bit of joke in it. Grabbing his cheek to caress it with your thumb you looked down to his lips but quickly went back to his eyes, melting under his sight immediately. “My little brother, and I guess I’m going to the engagement party.”

“You are? I thought you said you didn’t want to.”

“I’m going because of my brother, that’s it.” He nodded before giving you another simple kiss on your lips before getting up to get the food he brought. As you were following his every move with your eyes, you bit your lower lip wondering if you should tell him about what George told you.

Inviting Bucky to the party meant him finally meeting your entire family. Meeting the people that once made you feel miserable and have the worst years of your life. Who knows what could happen? Maybe nothing, maybe a lot. But you did know one thing, if you were going to deal with your family the entire night you definitely needed Bucky by your side.

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“This sucks.” You said letting your head rest on the back of your sit by Bucky’s side as he was driving the car. You felt his hand touch your thigh which lead you to slightly tilt your head towards him.

“You looo beautiful tonigh, doll.” He said softly giving you a quick look. Inevitable, you let out a smile as your were biting your lower lip. The way this man made you feel was incredible, making you feel the best of things even on the worst moments. “It’s gonna go fast, I promise.”

“I hope so.” As soon as you said those words the giant hotel building covered in bright lights appeared in front of you. Fancy people walking up the big and long stair while smiles where plastered on their faces. Some women even had white gloves on their hands, the men were wearing expensive suits, that made you smell the old and extra fancy perfume from your car.

Bucky handed the keys to the man working as the valet and then quickly walked closer to you while you were getting out of the car. The dark green dress you were wearing quickly fall towards your knees the moment your feet touched the ground. It started to move along the wind as well as your hair making you feel a little bit chilly, but the moment Bucky touched your waist to start walking and you felt his body next to yours, it all immediately started to fade away.

As you were slowly walking the steps up to the front door you could feel your heart beating faster. Even if you didn’t want to feel nervous to not make the night worst, seeing all those people being fancy like you remembered when you were a kid made you bring all those awful memories back. You let out a long breath the second you noticed you were next to step into the building.

Unintentionally, as you were waiting you looked inside the hotel to check if anyone you recognised was in your sight. But luckily, nobody that you knew was there. Just old rich people talking and having drinks in the reception.

“I didn’t know your family was this rich.” Bucky said softly by your side while his eyes were wondering around the big hotel. You nodded but before you could let anything out it was your time to say your name to enter the party.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” You said with a little smile to the man with a suit standing outside the front door and it didn’t took him long to find your name and nodding with a smile. Seeing him move to the side you started walking towards the inside, but not before receiving a key from the man you talked to seconds earlier. “A key?” You asked confused the moment it touched your hand but it was too late to ask since he had already moved on to the next in line.

As yours and Bucky’s eyes were wondering around the room, you slightly opened your mouth surprised at what they were seeing. It was as fancy and expensive as those parties you attended with your family when you were young. But your surroundings didn’t seem to matter to you, all you could think about was you reuniting with your family. It made your heart beat faster as your fingers couldn’t stop playing around with themselves. Turning around your rings, pulling them on and off leaving heavy breaths as your eyes were still following the people around you.

Noticing this, Bucky grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, making you turn around to face him and unite his lips with yours. As soon as you felt his warmth against you the speed of you heart started to slow down as well as the air coming in and out of your nose. You let out a tiny smile the moment he took his right hand and placed it against your cheek to slowly caress it with his thumb. “Ready to go in?” He asked softly and you nodded, after letting out a tiny sigh and realising this was it.

“Y/n!” You heard a male voice calling your name but as soon as you turned around a couple of arms wrapped your body with them, making you soon recognise your little brother.

“Gergie.” You said softly letting your chin rest on his shoulder. “You know how to throw a party, baby brother.”

“Oh, c’mon.” He said once he broke the hug. “You know it wasn’t me who did all of this.” You nodded but then quickly turn to Bucky who was standing by your side with a little smile. As you were getting ready to present him, George spoke before you. “And this is the boyfriend, am I right?” George took his hand to shake Bucky’s while he just nodded with a smile.

“James Barnes, you can call me Bucky.”

“Bucky, alright.” George did a quick look to you as a grin came out of his lips but before he could let out a word a girl called his name. “Oh, that’s Kimberly. She needs me. Y/n, I’ll introduce you two later so don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t.” You said with a smile, even if the first thing you wanted to do was ran as fast as you could from that party.

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Since the moment you sat down on your table next to Bucky and some old random people, the only thing that you did was eat and have a laugh with Bucky. He knew that you were ready to have an awful night, he knew your story and how bad it was, so he made the mental note to make it a good night for you. Kissing you, making you laugh, remembering embarrassing moments or just stupid things you two did together. At one point it felt like you two were just in a bar having a normal date together.

Even if that helped, you still felt the looks of the people around you on him and you. People that you used to know as a kid or just because you had a similar face as your family, making them wonder who you were.

Soon later, George went looking for you with the intention to introduce you to his future wife. Even if you expected her to be the rich woman your mother would want his son to marry, she was the opposite of that. She was one of the sweetest girls ever, with her beautiful smile that would light the room and with her funny personality she did made you laugh a couple of times since you started talking to her. George was happy, you did noticed that. He was excited and proud the moment you fell into a conversation with Kimberly about a movie you two liked, seeing his sister and his fiancé like each other was all he wanted and it made him fall into a more deep whole of happiness. And that, was all that mattered to you. After spending 20 minutes talking to each other, Kimberly was needed to be somewhere else and, after saying goodbye with a smile, left you and George alone.

“She’s sweet, G.” You said the moment you noticed your little brother waiting for your reaction. “You better now fuck it up.”

He let out a tiny laugh before shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” He did a quick look towards your table to see Bucky having a nice conversation with the old lady by his side. “You better don’t fuck that up, either.”

“Uh, uh,” you shook your head “I’m the big sister here, I say what you do and don’t.” You said jokingly gaining a laugh coming out his mouth. “I haven’t seen... mom. Or dad, yet.”

“They’re around.” George said with his eyes wondering around the room but once he came back to you, he let out a tiny smile.

“I know they’re around, but thanks to you and your fiancé for inviting like a thousand people so is not as easy and I thought it would be.” You said leading George to let out a tiny laugh as he was shaking his head.

“You’ve met Kim so you can go if you want, seeing you happy and hanging out with my girl is what I wanted for tonight. But, if you want to stay, the key they gave you on the entrance is for your room. You can use it when the party is over if you stay until late.”

You nodded. “Damn. You did take this party seriously.”

“It was Kim, her idea.” You nodded already knowing the answer. Soon your laugh joined George’s as he was getting closer to hug your body tightly. But just like before, he was needed somewhere else.

“I think Mrs. Harrison is flirting with your boyfriend.” He said before letting out a big a smile and turning around leaving you confused. But once you turned around to see your boyfriend and noticed the old lady he was talking to earlier was now closer and was trying to touch his strong metal arm.

Biting your lower lip trying to not let out laugh you started to walk towards them as you eyes were glued to Bucky trying to be as friendly as possible to the old lady flirting with him.

“Going somewhere, little sis?” You heard a voice behind you making you stop quickly.

“Michael.” You said annoyed before turning around to lock eyes with the tall man in front of you.

“Nice to see you, Y/n.” He said with an arrogant smile as his hand was holding a glass of champagne.

“I would say the same, Michael...” you said with a smile “but that would be a lie.”

“Mom and dad know you’re here.” He said ignoring your comment completely. “You know?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Good for them.”

The arrogant smile still on his face made you feel disgusted. He was standing like he was the best thing on the world and wanted to show it. But the only thing he had was dad’s money, nothing more. “You’re stupid for leaving all of this, Y/n.”

“I’m happy, Michael, believe it or not some people just don’t need millions to be happy.”

“You? Happy? With that-” he pointed behind you towards Bucky “man? He looks like a man that you just picked from the street and took him here. C’mon, y/n, you can’t be serious.”

You let out a tiny fake laugh and walked closer to him to make it very clear for him: “You’re just a little bitch, Michael. And if you’re just insecure about your love life because you could never make a girl happy like ‘that man’ does, just say that.” Even if he tried his hardest to now show that your words hit him, you definitely knew and let out a tiny smile before turning around to walk towards your table, but before you could, Bucky was already behind you.

“Is everything alright?” He asked softly with his eyes glued to Michael behind you. Nodding, you grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the dance floor where some people started dancing as soon as the music became louder.

Wanting to feel Bucky’s body against yours, you pulled him closer as soon as you where surrounded by people dancing. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabbed your waist and moved your hips along the music. You smiled to yourself since you noticed the little dance lessons you used to gave him for modern music paid off since his hands were moving your body like a professional.

Grabbing your hand to turn you around, he wrapped his fingers with yours and spin you around to finally grab your cheek and unite his lips with yours in a simple kiss. Playing with your lips he moved them around making the kiss even more deeper while your bodies were feeling the music. He grabbed your waist with his two hands as a little laugh escaped your lips the moment you broke the kiss. Everything bad you felt moments ago was gone, and your chest was nothing but filled with electricity and warmth.

After that song came another one and another one, making you and Bucky dance for at least five songs without a break. But as soon as you felt your throat getting dry you pointed towards the table and Bucky nodded without taking his hand of your waist ready to lead you to the drinks.

“I’ll get you something.” He said loudly enough against your ear before giving it a little kiss and with a smile, leaving you behind.

As your eyes were following him back away, you gently bit your lower lip enjoying your sight. His arm on that shirt looked extremely good so you found yourself not blaming the old lady wanting to touch them before. His back was wide and it was fit, it could be seen through the shirt. Your eyes slowly went to his hand making you remember all those times he picked you up to lead you the bed and do all those things you loved so much.

He was all yours. And that single thought, made your insides go wild.

“You seem happy, dear.” As soon as you heard those words and that voice your breathing unintentionally cut short and your heart sinked to your stomach. Not wanting to turn around you closed your eyes hoping that it was just your imagination playing games with you, but that voice spoke again. “Y/n, I’m talking to you.”

“Mom.” You said the moment you turned around to lock eyes with those dark eyes. She had a little smile on her red lips while her hand was holding a glass of whiskey. That old dress made her waist look thinner and her legs to seem longer. Like she always liked.

“It was nice seeing you dance with that man, you know, like you do in the night club.” You immediately took the word ‘nice’ as sarcasm for the way she said it, making you let out a tiny fake smile trying to eat every bad word your brain wanted you to scream. “But he looks like a good man, Y/n.” You furrowed your eyebrows confused at her nice words, but then when she opened her mouth once again, you went back to normal. “Never thought you were going to end up with someone like him, to be honest. Always thought you were gonna end up running away with someone covered in tattoos and with no future whatsoever.”

“Someone who’s covered in tattoos doesn’t mean that they don’t have a future, mom.”

“Ah, there it is.” She said nodding. “You, never agreeing with me.” You rolled your eyes getting up from the table to leave her behind not wanting to face her, but then her voice stopped you. “You got a job, Y/n?”

“Yes I do, mother.”

“A good one? Do they pay you good?”

“Yes-”

“And your place, is it big?”

“Big enough for one.”

“Oh,” she said quickly to then soften her tone “so you don’t live with this man.”

“No- what is this? Some sort of interrogation?” You asked loudly gaining a couple of eyes on you. Noticing this, your mom looked around angry at the way you behaved that walked closer to you and grabbed your arm to pull you aside. “Mom, what are you doing?!”

“Lower our voice, would you?!” She asked in a loud whisper while looking around and letting out fake smiles to the people around you two to let them know everything was alright.

“Oh, so that’s why.” You said while looking at her and a loud laugh came out of your lips. “You still don’t want to break that perfect family fake shit you built when I was a kid, got it.”

“Watch your language!” She quickly turned to you and pointed her index fingers in your face. “You broke our family the moment you ran away. The only one to blame here is you.”

“Me? I broke it? What about you wanting me and my little brother to be something we’re not? You literally built something fake! All because you wanted to be the perfect family and make everyone envy you! You didn’t give a shit if any of us were hurting.” As you felt the anger and pain grow inside your body, not wanting to make a scene and ruin the party for your brother you closed your eyes to let a big breath out.

“You could never understand what I did for you when you were growing up, the way you treat me-! Disgusting!” She said in a loud whisper. “You’re so ungrateful. I gave you everything you wanted and now-”

“Everything I wanted? Back then the only thing I wanted was for you to be there for me. But the only thing you cared about was you and your perfect little family. But I didn’t give a shit so you started to treat me like you didn’t care at all-”

“Please! I did care.”

“Throwing money at my face wasn’t going to make me do all the things you wanted. I’m not Micheal.” You felt your throat hurting but at that point, you couldn’t stop. “I just wanted for you to be my mother, to care, to caress my hair and tell me everything was gonna be alright. But you didn’t.” You got closer to her face and felt the air coming out of your mouth mixing with hers. You could noticed the anger in her eyes but just like she always did, she would bottle them up and save them, showing nothing but fake happiness and wealth. “You treated me like I was just trash. And, oh boy, I know how much you don’t like trash.” Since there was no words coming out of her mouth you knew that you were hitting the part that annoyed her the most. Not being able to control you and having you in the palm of her hand. “Remember what you said to me? The moment that I left the house? You screamed at me: When you fail don’t you ever come back because this door won’t be open for you.” You felt a tear coming down your cheek as you were getting ready to say your last words. “See me now, mom? I didn’t fail. Are you disappointed?”

Slowly shaking your head you turn to the side looking for Bucky and once you noticed him waiting for your drink, you stepped aside ready to leave your mom behind, but once again, her voice stopped you. “He’s gonna leave you, you know?” She said softly yet intimidating. You stared at Bucky as the tight nod became even stronger in your chest. “A man like that won’t stay with a girl like you.”

Without hesitating, you turned around to face her and say with the same exact tone as her: “If he does, don’t wait for me to come home and run into your arms.”

As quickly as your feet allowed you, you turned around and made your way towards Bucky, who was now holding your drink with a little smile on his lips. But at soon as he noticed the sadness plastered all over your face and the little tear dripping down your cheek, his eyes were now covered in worry as he was getting closer and closer to you. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“Can we just get out of here?” You asked softly grabbing his arm and he quickly nodded by letting the drink aside and wrapping his fingers with you ready to walk out the door.

Now in the reception, as you were walking away from the party you noticed all the people making line while waiting their cars. Not wanting to wait, you stopped as an idea came to your head. Bucky gave you a strange look the moment you turned to the side and started to walk up the stairs towards the room. The moment you grabbed the key from the pocket of your dress and read the number ‘14’ to look at your designated room and get away from everyone else once and for all.

“What are we doing here, Y/n?” Bucky asked confused by your side but you didn’t respond as you were still focused on finding your room. The moment you arrived at some dark corner and saw the little ‘14’ in the door, you quickly opened the door with the key and walked inside the room dragging Bucky with you.

“Fucking finally.” You said sitting on the bed and covering your face with your hands annoyed. Ignoring how confused Bucky was, he got closer to you and sat by your side to gently caress your shoulder with his right hand. You uncovered you face the moment you felt his lips leaving a simple kiss on your cheek. Letting out a little smile you touched your forehead with his and let your breathing mix with his, enjoying the little hot breath of his against your skin.

“What happened, doll?” He asked softly.

“My family, that happened. She just- sucks.”

Taking your head towards his chest, you rested against it while his chin was resting on top of your head still with his fingers caressing the side of your shoulder. Letting out a breath to relax your chest you closed your eyes and felt the hot air coming out of your mouth. “We can stay here if you want.” Bucky said almost in a whisper after a couple of seconds in silence.

You looked up to wonder your eyes around the room. It was definitely fancy. Something that you weren’t used to. The moment your eyes stopped at the tiny fridge and you noticed the five different types of beer sitting in there you tiled your head and for the first time after a long time you let out a genuine little smile. “Yeah, we can stay here for tonight. I want to break my dad’s wallet.” Bucky confused followed your body as you got up and walked towards the fridge to take out two beers. You waved them gaining a little laugh from him, and that unintentionally, made the tight nod you had in your chest to slowly get undone.

>>>

“I can’t believe my dad rented an entire hotel to make an engagement party. I mean, look at this-” you said getting up from the bed to sit down on top of the dresser “I can use this as a seat!” Bucky let out a little laugh as his eyes were staring at you. Once you looked up at him, you felt a little tingle in your stomach making you bite your lower lip.

The way that he was laying on the bed with just a simple black shirt on and his pants, his hand under his head making his arm look even more strong than it already was. As soon as your eyes noticed the slight piece of stomach of his since his shirt was a little bit lift up, your mind started to go wild without a warning. Imagining your fingers against his stomach, tracing his abs up and down slowly while his hands were gently touching your thighs making you weak like he always did. Your legs between his waist feeling him under you, filling your bodies with lust and desire as the minutes were passing. And before you could think of something else, you started to feel your skin getting warmer.

“Come here.” You said almost in a whisper pointing with your head towards your body. Bucky let out a tiny smile before getting up from the bed and slowly walk to your body that was still sitting on top of the dresser. Opening your arms you instantly wrapped them around his neck the moment he arrived in front of you. Resting your head on his shoulder you started to feel his perfume entering your nose, and wanting to feel it even more deeper, you took your nose and gently pressed it against his neck. Noticing this, Bucky started to caress your thigh on top of the dress you were wearing after taking a little step closer to you body and feel the warmth your body was giving him.

The poor light surrounded the room didn’t let you have a good look at him even though he was close, but you knew since the moment you stared at those pink and thick lips you knew that you wanted them against yours. So, without waiting another second grabbing his cheek with your hand you pulled him closer and ended the space between you two.

Immediately feeling his soft lips against yours, you opened your legs wide to let his body between them and deepen the kiss even more. You wanted to feel the electricity running through your veins, so grabbing his other cheek with your other hand, you pulled him even closer against you to feel every single angle of his lips on yours. The kiss was happening in a slow speed but even if it was, you could feel the hotness of it.

The way his lips was playing with yours it looked like it was the first time you two had kiss, wanting to remember every single detail of the other so taking the time to experience and taste each other. But the moment you felt his tongue touching you, you opened your mouth even wider to let it twist with yours. His soft and quick tongue made its way to yours and started to control it up and down slowly, making your heart sink to your stomach as the butterflies were going wild inside of you.

Every time he moved his fingers against your thigh the more you wanted to feel them between your legs. You could feel it tingling under your dress and underwear, feeling the wetness starting slowly inside. Taking your right hand you grabbed the one that he had on your thigh to take it towards your underwear. Breaking the kiss, he slightly moved backwards with his eyes locked in with yours, seeing the little sparkle in them as you let out a tiny smile. “Fuck me, Bucky. I want you to fuck me right now.”

He let out a long breath making you feel the hot air hitting your face. There was nothing else that you wanted to experience more than him inside of you, fingers, his dick, anything of him would be enough. Maybe it was the anger that you had inside of you for fighting your mother that it was making you feel that way so quickly, or maybe those last words that she let out to you... you didn’t know. All you knew is that you wanted Bucky to press his body against yours and fuck you right on that moment.

Gently grabbing your cheek he pulled in to give you another kiss, but then quickly broke it to look you in the eyes and see the lust in them. You could feel the sweat starting to come out of your forehead as he slowly started to trace your underwear up and down. Letting out a little breath of enjoyment, you grabbed his arm to feel it move against you. “Fuck, Bucky.” You said in a whisper making you shiver and let your head rest on the wall behind you. Embracing every movement he was making you opened your legs wider and let out yet another long breath.

As your chest felt heavier you let go of his arm and placed them beside your body to lean your back backwards and not arche it in the wrong way in the process. His fingers were still slowly tracing your underwear up and down while his other hand was slowly caressing your thigh. But once you opened your eyes you felt his hand gently tracing your skin and stopped once it arrived in your waist. The coldness of it could be felt even if you had your dress still on, but according to Bucky and his hand, it wasn’t going to be in your body much longer.

“Lift your waist for me, doll.” He said softly making you feel shivers down your body. Without questioning it, you pushed your body upwards with your hands to let Bucky, with a quick move, take off your underwear and leave your dress up to your stomach, softly resting on your waist and dresser under you.

Without giving you a time to take a breath, Bucky took his fingers and quickly touched your folds to trace them up and down gently. His index finger was making tiny circles while it was going downwards towards your orifice. But once there, he didn’t sink it in like you expected, instead, he joined with his middle finger the message he was doing to your folds. Making you want for more, he didn’t speed it either. “Bucky-” you whispered almost begging for him to touch you more deeper. He knew what you wanted, but he had the need to treat you like a princess and take time to make the final line even better.

“What, doll?” He asked looking at you waiting for your eyes. But you didn’t open them, the enjoyment of his fingers against you was making you fall into so much lust and desire that you didn’t even noticed them being closed. “Open your eyes, doll. I want to see how much you want me in your eyes.”

As he told you, you slowly let your eyes see the man that you had in front of you. Once you did, a little smile escaped his lips and without making you wait another second, took his thumb and started to caress your clit gently, doing tiny circles, rubbing it side to side, left and right, every movement possible.

“Shit-” you said as soon as you felt his thumb gaining speed but he took it down immediately, making you feel your folds warmer and tighter between your legs. He loved to see you under his touch, messy and letting out breaths or words you couldn’t control. He adored it. So taking his sweet time with you wasn’t news for you.

The air getting hotter around you made you feel your little hairs getting stick to your skin as the seconds were passing and Bucky was still focused on your folds and clit. Switching fingers, he took his middle and index finger towards your clit and quickly regain the speed not wanting you to lose everything you were feeling under his touch. Now, having his thumb free he slowly rubbed your orifice which lead you to let out a tiny smile.

“What? You want me inside of you, doll?” He asked softly but with a little bit of cheekiness on his voice. Biting your lower lip as a smile was coming out, you were ready to pull him in for a kiss, but before you could lift your hand up feeling his thumb inside of you made you stop and let out a tiny moan. Getting closer to you he paused right before your lips and whispered softly: “You better we quiet, we don’t want the people in the room next to us hearing what we’re doing.”

“Fuck them, Buck. Fuck all of them.” You answered softly before ending the space between you two to give him a little kiss. Wanting to take control of it, you made the rhythm slow and moved your lips with decision. But you in control didn’t last long since the moment Bucky started to move his thumb inside of you, you pulled away breaking the kiss to close your eyes with strength. Even if it was as simple as his thumb, his movements were the thing that got you weak against him. He started to make slow circles as he was getting in and out of you. Moving his arm up and down you grabbed it once again to feel it move and make your body even hotter because of it. As he was moving you could feel the tight nod becoming stronger in your lower stomach. Making little tingles as you arched your back feeling all of his fingers speed their rhythm. But bofore you could reach that wanted orgasm, he stopped and took his fingers off you.

With your heavy breathing you locked eyes with him as he was letting out a little smile. Taking you hand to his cheek you pulled him closer and united his lips with yours to feel his skin against yours like you wanted. Slowly after leaving your lips, he went down to your neck and left little kisses on it while your skin shivered under his hot breath. Arriving at your chest, he soon grabbed your dress and quickly pulled it up your body, leaving you with naked in front of him. His eyes took their liberty to admire your bare body as your eyes were still glued to his face. The fascination he had while watching your body made the butterflies in your stomach to fly uncontrollably as well as a little laugh escaping your lips. Hearing this, Bucky locked eyes with you and let out a tiny smile. “You’re so damn beautiful, Y/n.” He said softly but he didn’t give you a kiss like before, instead, he went down to your lower stomach and started to leave gentle kisses on it.

His movements there didn’t last long since he quickly moved towards your folds and clit to press kisses in them as well. Locking eyes with you, he took out his tongue and waited for you to let out a long breath before licking your innner lips with it. Arriving at your clit, with the tip of his tongue started to trace it around slowly making you let out a simple low moan. Slowly speeding up, you could feel once again the warmth against your folds and lower stomach. The tingle sensation made you let out another moan and quickly look towards Bucky to see his tongue moving uncontrollably against your clit.

“Please, Buck, don’t stop.” You whispered grabbing his hair and wrapping your fingers with it. Your legs started to slightly shake between his head and without being able to control it, you lifted your thighs and widen them more to feel him against you even more deeper. You could feel the wetness of your walls dripping inside of you, and that was soon handled by his middle and ring finger quickly sinking into you. Seconds after you could feel your walls pounding as his fingers were moving every single way possible. Your clit was almost reaching that wanted point the moment with his free hand grabbed your inner thigh to widen your folds even bigger to help his tongue and make you finish. Seeing the lust in your face Bucky speeded his tongue as much as he could in your clit as well as his fingers inside of you.

Closing your eyes as soon as you felt your body melting and getting weaker under his touch, the warmth inside and out between your legs made you let out a softly moan as the orgasm was slowly fading away. Your chest was quickly moving as air was coming in and out of your mouth. The moment you felt your hand that was resting on his head lift up, you opened your eyes to see Bucky heading towards your neck to leave a simple kiss in it. Soon he moved towards your lips and stopped right in front of them while his eyes were glued to yours.

“You’re so good to me, Bucky.” You said as a little smile escaped your lips. He grabbed your waist and pulled your body closer to yours making you widen your legs between his body. While your breathing was now going back to normal, Bucky was now gently caressing your naked body up and down as your hot breath was mixing with his. Grabbing one of his cheeks to give him another kiss, you wrapped your legs around his waist and took your other hand towards his chest to slowly caress it down until it reached his belt. Slower making it undone, once it was lose, you quickly pulled it and dropped it on the floor making a loud noise in the process.

Reaching down to his crotch area you massaged it gaining a little smile escaping from his lips. Soon enough, a little bulge appeared against your hand. “That fast, huh?” You asked cheekily once you broke the kiss.

“It’s all you, doll. All you.”

Uniting your lips with his once again, you lifted your waist the moment you felt his hand going towards your ass to lift it up and walk towards the bed. Surprisingly, instead of going towards the comfy mix of pillows on top of the bed, with his strong body placed yours on the floor making you feel the coldness of it immediately. But you didn’t mind, wherever he wanted you be, you were going to be there.

Without breaking the kiss you took your hands towards his pants and clumsily pulled it down towards his knees. With a quick move he had no longer clothes and was as naked as you on the floor. Since he was kneeled down in front of you, a little smile escaped your lips as his big erection was all your eyes could see. Biting your lower lip you locked eyes with him and noticed the desire to touch you in them, he got closer to your face making you feel his dick against your folds. Letting out a long breath of enjoyment you close your eyes embracing every movement he was doing. With his arms by your side he pulled in for another kiss but soon took his right arm to grab his dick and slowly sink into your vagina and feel that incredible sensation he always gave you between your walls.

“Fuck.” He whimpered while slowly entering with his dick. Once fully inside, he dropped his hand by your side and flexed down to unite his lips with yours again. He slightly dropped his body on top of yours for you to feel his V area against you. Taking your hand to the side of his stomach, you started to slowly caress it while his body was still on top of you waiting for you to get used to his dick inside you. But knowing that it didn’t took you long, since you’ve felt it before, he started to grind against you making you let out a moan in the process.

His skin rubbing your clit gently made you shiver under his body and grab his ass with your other hand to feel it move. “You look so good under me, doll.” He said with his heavy breathing against your lips. You took off your tongue and touched his lips as the hotness of his and your body was raising.

Feeling his dick fill your body with lust the more he moved inside of you, you bit your lower lip avoiding the loud moan wanting to come out. Stopping with the grinding, he slowed down and took off his dick off of you to gently rest it against your folds. Catching your breath you took your hand and started to brush his hair with your fingers while he was still holding his body with his hands beside your head.

Not wanting to waste time, you grabbed his dick and gently started to rub your fingers against his tip. He smiled and let out a breath. “You’re such a horny girl.” He whispered before giving you a kiss.

“It’s all your fault- I have to take care of my needs.” The second you were finished with your sentence you wrapped your legs around his waist and with your whole strength, pulled your body upward to hug his shoulder with one arm as your body swing to the side and end up right on top of him. Surprised at your move, Bucky let out a big horny smile to soon take his eyes towards your body. His metal hand started to play with one of your breast as you grabbed his dick and started to rub it with your hand up and down. “Fuck..” he whimpered closing his eyes. Not giving him a chance to take a breath you moved your hips towards his waist and quickly sink his dick inside of you.

Digging your fingers on his chest to help your movements you started to grind against his dick and let out a tiny smile seeing him getting weak under you. With quick hand, he grabbed your ass and started riding him with you. Taking control of the rhythm he started to move you faster as little moans were starting to come out of his mouth. Wanting to feel them against your ear you reached down and placed your head in his shoulder. Shivering under his breath you touched your chest to his while feeling his dick making your walls pound once again. You could feel your lower stomach shaking as his hands were moving you quicker on top of his.

Taking your lips towards him you placed a little kiss on them and without moving, you started to move your ass up and down making his dick go in and out of you. “Shit- Y/n, don’t stop.” He said in a whisper making you melt while your breathing was getting heavier and your legs were getting tired.

Saving you from your legs not working anymore, Bucky grabbed your waist and with a quick move, changed positions. Once again, you found yourself under his body while his dick was going in and out. Not ending with the rhythm and your bodies starting to feel tense, he placed his hands beside your head as the noise of his body hitting yours hit your ears, making you feel even hotter.

You grabbed his chin to pull him closer to your face and look at those blue eyes and the lust in them as he was reaching that wanted organsm. With your other hand, you took your fingers towards your clit and stated to rub it to feel the combination of him inside of you and your clit, wanting you to shatter when the end came.

He started to grunt as he was strongly and deeply sinking into you. “C’mon, Buck, cum for me baby.” You whispered with a heavy breathing feeling your walls strongly pounding and your clit letting out a slight tingle feeling.

Now the room was filled with your moans, his grunts and his body hitting yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist as soon you felt your clit shattering against your fingers. You could see the lust on his eyes as he let out a moan, feeling your insides getting filled with his cum you grabbed his cheeks and gave him a kiss as you and him could feel the orgasm slowly getting away from your bodies.

The moment he dropped his body in top of yours you started to caress the side of his stomach as his and your breathing was trying to go back to normal, while your body was processing what just happened. “Fuck- Y/n.” He let out gaining a little laugh from your mouth.

“Fuck indeed.” You grabbed his cheek so your thumb could trace it and his lips and you eyes were wondering around his eyes, loving every second of it.

He moved a piece of hair hanging out over your face and pulled it away to grab your cheek as well and worship your face. “I love you, Y/n.” He said softly against your lips making your butterflies go crazy.

As soon as he let out those words you unintentionally remembered your mom’s words making you feel a tigh nod in your chest. You didn’t want to believe her, you knew that Bucky loved you and wanted you by his side, but the thought of him not being around you and being with someone else was going around your mind. So, with the lowest tone possible, you closed your eyes as soon as you touched your forehead with his. “Don’t ever leave me, Bucky.”

Hearing those words, he left a kiss on the side of your lips and whispered softly: “Never, doll.” Making you melt under his voice, once again.

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Daddy-O

“Daddy-O! Thanks for picking us up.” Charlene threw her bags of shopping into the front seat of the gleaming blue BMW before joining her friend Rachel at the back of the car.

Mr Tan just smiled at her 18 year-old daughter. He is a successful businessman but he has spent so little time on his family that his wife left him a couple of years ago. Since then, he swore to spend more time on his daughter and less time making money. So when his daughter wanted him to fetch her home from a shopping trip, he cancelled his meetings for the day and left to pick her up.

Mr Tan looked at the rear view mirror. He knew Rachel. She was one of Charlene’s shopping buddies and had been to their house several times. She looked a bit like Charlene and can easily be mistaken to be her sister or cousin. Both were about the same height of 1.7metres and spotting a slim and slender frame. They both enjoyed water sports and so both were tanned with perhaps Rachel being slightly darker with slightly larger breasts than Charlene. Their mannerisms were quite similar too. Both were now giggling at some jokes and flicking their long hair back as they threw their heads back in laughter.

“What did you buy, girls?” Mr Tan asked from the front of the car.

“New bikinis,” Charlene replied immediately. “We are having a weekend pool party so we bought new outfits. And, Daddy-O, there was this beautiful designer bag that I just got to have. It costs a bomb but I don’t think you will mind, right?”

“Of course not. Anything for my daughter,” smiled Mr Tan.

“Rachel wanted it too but she spent all her money on the bikinis. She…oh wait.” Charlene stopped talking and looked intently at the message on her handphone.

“Shucks! I forgot that we are supposed to meet our lecturer for the group project discussion today. I am going to be so screwed.” Charlene whined. “Daddy-O, can you drop me off at school?”

“Oh. Shall I accompany you to school then?” Rachel asked.

“No. That is not necessary. I will be done in about an hour or so. Why don’t you head back to my house and wait for me?” Charlene replied without looking up from texting an excuse to her study group.

A few minutes later, Mr Tan dropped Charlene off at her school. “See you later, Rachel!” Charlene shouted before closing the car door and waving a quick good-bye to her father.

Mr Tan drove back to his condominium with Rachel in his car. He had never spent time alone with Rachel before as Charlene was always around. He found her to be quite charming. They shared a couple of jokes and laughed together happily. Looking at her through the rear mirror, he realised that she was quite pretty and attractive.

Once they reached his home, he opened the door to his condominium unit and invited Rachel in. “You have been here several times. Make yourself at home.” He left the shopping bags on the sofa. “Looks like you girls have been busy cleaning up the shops,” he smiled. “There are drinks in the fridge. Help yourself.”

Rachel went into the kitchen while Mr Tan sat down in on the sofa and switched on the television. He was feeling a little tired. “Do you want me to get you something, Uncle?” Rachel called from the kitchen.

“Oh, thanks! Can you get me a beer?” Mr Tan called out, surfing for a good Netflix movie.

He heard a Rachel coming out of the kitchen with two cans of beer in her hand. She set a can on the table and opened the other. The beer foamed out of the can, leaving a trail on the side of the can. Rachel instinctively licked the side of the can, stretching her pink tongue over the can. She pursed her lips and sipped off the excess beer. Mr Tan found that extremely erotic and his cock got hard, making an uncomfortable dent in his pants.

“Oops. Sorry about that. Here’s your beer, Uncle.” Rachel handed the can to Mr Tan. He took a sip, knowing that he just drank Rachel’s saliva mixed with the beer.

Rachel opened her own can of beer and again, the beer foamed out of the can. This time, it dripped onto her t-shirt, making a tiny dark patch on her breasts. Rachel licked the can again and this time, Mr Tan looked more intently at her tongue, imagining how it would feel if it was on his hard, warm cock instead of the cold, metallic can.

“Gosh. I am so careless. I need to wash this.” Rachel sighed. She took off her t-shirt, revealing a white bra covering a pair of perfect, round breasts. She walked into the kitchen to wash her t-shirt and returned to Mr Tan, still in her bra.

Mr Tan tried to appear nonchalant and not look at Rachel. “I didn’t know you drink beer. I thought young girls will go for Coke or something like that.”

“Nah. I drink beer once in a while. It is relaxing.” Rachel looked at Mr Tan. “Don’t worry. Charlene is not a beer person. She is a good girl.” Rachel laughed and reassured Mr Tan.

“No, you misunderstood me. I am not saying that drinking beer is bad. Just surprised. That’s all.” Mr Tan blushed in embarrassment.

“Are you blushing? Gosh, that’s so cute.” Rachel giggles. That made Mr Tan blushed even more. Was it the beer?

“Here, let me show you what we bought today.” Rachel reached over Mr Tan to grab a shopping bag. Mr Tan could feel Rachel’s breast resting on his chest. His cock was harder than ever and he hoped Rachel will not notice.

Rachel pulled out a red bikini. “Nice? Let me wear it for you.” She stood up and removed her bra, exposing her bare breasts. Mr Tan caught a quick glimpse of small, pinkish nipples before they disappeared behind the red bikini. Rachel pulled off her pants, revealing matching white panties. These were pulled off and for a short while, Mr Tan caught sight of a small triangle of pubic hair and a faintly visible slit before they were covered up by the red bikini again.

“Nice?” Rachel asked again? Mr Tan looked at the 18-year old girl, dressed in a red bikini that showed off her cleavage well. Rachel’s tanned, athletic and slender legs were made even sexier in the little red thong that Mr Tan knew barely covered her privates.

“Yes. Very sexy. I am sure all the boys would be attracted by you.” Myself included. Mr Tan thought to himself. Trying to shift his thoughts elsewhere, he asked “What is this bag that Charlene liked so much?”

“Oh. It is the latest model. Very pretty. Here, let me show you.” Rachel rummaged through the shopping bags before taking out a small, squarish blue bag out of a box.

Rachel caressed the bag lovingly, her eyes not leaving it for even a second. “I wished my dad was as generous as you, Uncle. I would have loved to have this bag too. Imagine if Charlene and I both went shopping with this bag.” Rachel sighed.

Rachel put away the bag in its protective case carefully before returning to her seat next to Mr Tan. She continued sipping her beer and watching the television, seemingly lost in thought.

She turned around and looked at Mr Tan. “Uncle, if I am your daughter, will you treat me like Charlene and buy me whatever I want?”

“Of course! Why not?” Mr Tan replied. “You are so pretty. Any daddy will want to spoil you with gifts.”

“Then, can you be my daddy and buy me gifts?”

“What do you mean? Adopt you?” Mr Tan was confused.

“Ha ha!” Rachel laughed. “That’s funny. I mean be my sugar daddy. Let me show you what I can do.”

Without waiting for his response, Rachel leaned forwards and unbuckled Mr Tan’s belt. Her fingers brushed on his hard cock. She turned up to look at Mr Tan with surprise. “Gosh! Are you already hard?”

She unzipped his pants, revealing Mr Tan’s hard cock straining against his underwear. She pulled down the underwear, releasing his cock. Finally, Mr Tan’s cock was free from the confines of his underwear.

“You have a nice, thick cock, Daddy.” Rachel was going with the flow now. “Can I please suck it, Daddy?”

Mr Tan did not know how to react. Here was a sexy young girl in a red bikini offering him a blowjob but this young girl was also his daughter’s friend.

“Pretty, please, Daddy? I promise to be good.” Rachel whined in the most innocent and seductive voice. Mr Tan heard himself say “Yes, be a good girl and suck on my cock.” Did he say that? He seemed to be in a daze.

Rachel need no further encouragement. She spit on the head of the cock and using her tongue, she smeared the saliva all over the cock, lubricating it. Slowly, she engulfed the head of the cock, pressing her lips tightly on the tip and drawing a sigh of pleasure from Mr Tan. Her left hand stroked the shaft slowly, drawing seductively lines along the length of the cock. Her right hand cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. Occasionally, she will gently scratch the base of his cock, just behind the balls with her fingers, making Mr Tan gasped in pleasure.

Slowly, she drew in more of his cock, all the while sucking and maintaining pressure on his cock. Finally, she had swallowed his whole cock in her mouth, with the tip of his cock touching the back of her mouth. She continued sucking with her left hand now alternating between squeezing the base of his cock and jerking it.

Mr Tan was moaning in pleasure from the blowjob. Rachel was very good at this. He held on to her head, guiding her to enhance his pleasure. Once Rachel had his whole cock in her mouth, he knew he could not hold back any further. He felt his balls tighten and shot his load into her mouth. Instead of pulling away, Rachel continued to suck and squeeze every drop of his cum. When she was done, she pulled away and smiled seductively at Mr Tan. She opened her mouth to show him his cum in her mouth, before swallowing everything in one gulp.

Rachel got up and sat on Mr Tan’s lap. She leaned over and whispered seductively into Mr Tan’s ear. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Mr Tan’s cock stiffened again, pushing against Rachel’s ass. Rachel turned and smiled when she saw the hard cock.

“Rachel is a bad girl. Rachel did not do a good job. Please punish Rachel, Daddy. Stick your hard cock into Rachel. Make Rachel cry out in pain, Daddy.” Rachel cried.

She grabbed Mr Tan’s cock with one hand, stroking it to its full hardness. With the other hand, she pulled apart her red thongs, exposing her love hole. With one practiced movement, she guided Mr Tan’s cock into her cunt.

Mr Tan groaned in pleasure as his cock pushed swiftly into the tight, young vagina. As Rachel started to ride on Mr Tan’s cock, she removed her bikini top, offering her bare breasts to Mr Tan. He did not resist the offer, squeezing both breasts with his hands, licking and sucking each pink nipple in turn.

Rachel was also moaning in pleasure. Mr Tan had a thick cock so it was stretching and filling her cunt, sending orgasmic pleasure through her. She grind herself on his cock, moving forwards and upwards, increasing her pace as her pleasure intensified.

“Do you want to be my sugar daddy? Can you buy me whatever I want?” Rachel grunted softly into Mr Tan’s ear as she rode him. “Yes, be my daughter. I will buy you whatever you want.” Mr Tan panted, his shirt now drenched in his sweat.

Rachel hugged Mr Tan tightly. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you.” She wrapped her legs around Mr Tan, positioning herself at an angle so that Mr Tan’s cock could enter her even more deeply. She increased her pace, squeezing Mr Tan’s cock with her cunt as tightly as she could. Mr Tan could not hold back any more. With a grunt, he shot his second load into Rachel, hugging her as tightly as he could as his little soldiers charged into the tight chamber.

They held each other for a while until Mr Tan’s cock became soft and plopped out of Rachel’s cunt. Rachel gave Mr Tan a kiss on the lips. “Thank you, Daddy.” She got up and sperm trickled down her legs. “I need to take a bath.”

“Follow me.” Mr Tan led Rachel into the common toilet. “Let’s take a bath together,” he suggested.

As Mr Tan showered Rachel, his hands roamed all over her body, caressing her smooth young skin and enjoying the touch of the contours of her tight, muscular body. His cock became hard again.

“Daddy, are you hard again?” Rachel asked innocently.

Mr Tan’s lust overcame him. He needed to fuck this girl again. “Come with me.” He pulled Rachel out of the toilet and into Charlene’s room. He took a towel and dried both of them hurriedly. Seeing one of Charlene’s large t-shirt on a chair, he took it and put it on Rachel. “Don’t catch a cold. Now lie face down on Charlene’s bed with your ass facing me.”

Rachel thought that perhaps Mr Tan was into SM. Was he going to spank her bottom?

“Is Rachel a bad girl? Don’t spank me, Daddy.” Rachel role-played as well as she could.

“You are now Charlene, not Rachel.” Mr Tan replied.

Rachel got it immediately. Mr Tan is living out an incest fantasy. She mimicked Charlene’s mannerism. “Daddy-O. I am such a naughty girl.”

Mr Tan’s cock hardened immediately when he heard the term “Daddy-O” used by Charlene. He hugged Rachel from behind, sniffing at Charlene’s scent from her t-shirt.

“Daddy-O. Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!” Rachel cried.

Mr Tan grabbed his cock with one hand and with the other parted Rachel’s cunt. Overcome with lust, he did not bother with foreplay but forced his cock into the tight hole in one swift stroke. He pumped Rachel furiously from behind, leaning forward to squeeze her breasts and taking in deep breaths of Charlene’s scent, all the while imagining that he was fucking his own daughter.

Rachel was swept up by Mr Tan’s animal lust and lost herself in her pleasure. She remembered her role though and occasionally moaned “Fuck me, Daddy-O!” for Mr Tan’s pleasure.

Mr Tan increased his pace and hugged Rachel even more tightly. Minutes later, he came a third time into Rachel. He turned Rachel’s head upwards for a kiss. “Don’t tell anyone and I will buy you whatever you want. When we are alone, your name is Charlene.”

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peter-pan-hoe · 4 years ago

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I passed out at work today and as my co-workers were doting on me all I could think of was this scenario. I got home, started writing and just ran with it. Enjoy.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word count: idfk at least 2,100

Warnings: swearing, fainting, worried Loki, Fluff, interrupting of pg13 grope session. Implied smut.

I am still recovering so you’re not allowed to be mean to me if this is shit.

Eat breakfast or suffer the fucking consequences.

As soon as you entered the kitchen that morning you completely forgot you were there for breakfast when you saw him sitting at the small window side table, reading a book on modern witchcraft and wicca.

You hurriedly helped yourself to the coffee that was waiting in the pot and sat down opposite him, curiosity brimming behind your excited smile.

“why are you so interested in my stories?” he looked at you with genuine interest, intrigued by you enthusiasm, having answered your many questions in the past and knew exactly what you were here for.

“I grew up reading books and watching shows that were fantasy and thought that I’d never have a fantastical life like that until I met your brother,” You answered honestly. “Then when I met you it kind of slammed me in the face that I had a fantastical life already. I am friends with literal gods and legends. Living legends that can tell me if the stories I’ve heard are true or not,”

He smirked with amusement. “You are quite the inquisitive little creature aren’t you?”

His words stunned you. Little creature.

“I do so enjoy the way your mind works,” He continued.

He rested his elbows on the table, just missing the book he’d placed down when you came to sit with him.

It was know you realised how stunning he looked in that black shirt. Simple button down with the sleeves rolled up around his elbows. The collar open, top two buttons left unfixed, revealing his neck and clavicle.

Your mouth watered slightly as you stared.

Clearing your throat you broke the short silence you hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“We have more,” You said, mentally kicking yourself for changing the topic.

“More?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in slight confusion.

“Books,” You nodded to the book on the table. “We have others like it in storage,”

His face lit up. It barely changed in truth but you could see the glint of something behind his eyes that told you was he excited. He would never show it more than that, however, and you knew that. But you also knew him.

“When we learned of Stephen Strange’s abilities we gathered as many books as we could that might help us learn about actual magic,” You explained, standing from your seat and gesturing for Loki to follow you.

He briefly glanced down at the book he was only partway through before rising and moving around the table to walk beside you as you continued talking.

“We found tomes on genuine druidic magic which I found particularly interesting,” you we rambling by the time you reached the elevator and both stepped inside and you were aware of the fact, but loved that Loki seemed properly engaged in what you were saying.

By the time you reached your destination floor you’d already moved from druidic magic to Celtic and then Scandinavian.

“I have a small personal collection in one of these tubs,” as the elevator doors opened you pointed to the large grey containers lining the industrial shelving spreading in aisles through the large room.

He gave a quick chuckle. “Do you know which one?”

You turned to him and saw he was wide eyed, looking around the huge room almost as if he was overwhelmed.

“Not exactly,” You admitted. “But I know which section it’s in,”

You began walking down the centre aisle, scanning the labels on the side that indicated what each section contained.

When you found what you were searching for you exclaimed a loud “A-HA!”

“”dusty old wizard books” God Stark is fucking annoying,” you rolled your eyes at the label before heading down the aisle.

“is this where your books are?” loki asked from behind you, you could hear the smile in his voice. Clearly he was amused by you comment about Stark.

“In one of the tubs either on this side or the other,” You pointed over the top of the shelving unit to indicate where you meant.

“And what exactly should I look for?” He asked, heading around that side.

“So all the tubs are placed in their general area based on their contents but you actually need to pull them off the shelf to see the contents label on the lid if you want to know what each individual box has in it,” You explained as you started on the row at your chest height. “The one we want should say my name at the top of the list, then a short sub-list of books that are mine,”

“Alright,” you heard him say quietly, as well as the sound of him pulling a tub from the shelf.

You both continued checking the tops of the tubs in a comfortable silence for about 5 minutes when you realised you were becoming more tired than you should be.

Brushing off the odd feeling – blaming it on the lack of food today – you crouched down to search through the bottom shelf.

The tubs in front of you were not what you were after so you stood, took a step to the side and began to crouch down again when your vision became unfocussed.

You could feel a sensation in the back of your head that reminded you of being underwater with your eyes closed

Thankfully, you had enough sense and control to turn your body as you felt as if your legs were pulled right out from underneath you.

Your arm automatically reached out and grabbed what you could in an attempt to catch yourself before you hit the ground.

The sound of tubs toppling to the ground startled Loki slightly.

“Did you find the right container?” He said with a laugh.

“Loki…” Your voice came, quiet and shaky but full of urgency. “Could you come here please?”

He shoved the tub he’d been checking back onto the shelf with far less grace than he typically demonstrated and hurried around to your side of the shelf to see you kneeling on the ground, hands pulled into fists on the ground as you struggled to hold yourself up.

“Y/N!” he ran to your side just as your trembling arms gave out and you collapsed into his arms.

“I’m okay,” You whispered, though you had tried to say it firmly. His voice saying your name echoed in your head.

“You certainly are not,” you almost felt like you were floating as he pulled you against his chest and carried you from the storeroom.

The white lights flickering above you and the firm grip you had on Loki’s shirt where the last thing you remembered before you closed your eyes.

It only felt like seconds before he was placing you gently down on a soft surface.

“What happened to her?” you heard the very familiar voice of Bruce Banner and realised you were in the make shift infirmary in the medical wing of his lab.

Your eyes fluttered open and you immediately regretted it as the fluorescent lights harshly invaded them.

Wincing in pain from the blinding lights you gripped tighter to Loki’s shirt absentmindedly, seeking any kind of reassurance in your confused state.

He had released you from his hold but kept a hand on your back to hold you steady, you were close enough to him that you could still smell him as if you were still cradled in his arms.

he isn’t wearing cologne... You thought. This is just how he smells… wow…

“I think she fainted,” Loki’s voice sent vibrations from his chest into your arms and through the rest of your body, snapping you out of your dazed thoughts.

“You think?” Tony’s voice joined the fray now. “You didn’t see it happen?”

“We were looking for books in the storeroom and I heard things crash and found her on the ground,” Loki’s voice was calm as he explained but you felt the muscles in his chest tense at the accusatory tone in Tony’s voice.

“I’m okay,” You managed to say without wavering this time.

Opening your eyes you saw Tony standing at the foot of the bed, anxiously gripping the foot of the bedframe.

“Hush, pet,” you almost shivered at the nickname as Loki brought his hand to meet yours where it still clung to his shirt. “When someone falls to the floor and asks me for help they clearly aren’t fine,”

You followed Tony’s suspicious gaze to Loki’s hand covering yours and your grip softened, unaware of how tight you’d been holding onto him until you felt the cramps in your knuckles upon releasing his shirt.

His hand still held your hand tight to his chest however, the coolness of his fingers wrapped around yours soothing the ache.

“Have you eaten today?” Bruce stepped forward as he unravelled the strap for the blood pressure monitor he’d retrieved from the cabinet across the room.

You looked down almost guiltily. “No,” you admitted.

“You could probably put it up to low blood sugar,” Bruce muttered, more to himself really. “May I?”

He gestured to your arm which still snaked up to Loki’s chest, held in place by his hand.

“Oh,” you quickly pulled away from Loki – reluctantly – and shuffled back on the bed so you could lean against the pillows.

Loki’s arm moved from your back to you shoulder as you did so.

You held your arm out so Bruce could wrap the band around it.

“Why did not you eat today?” Tony asked. “You’re normally the first to raid the kitchen,”

“I got distracted,” You said, sneaking a glance at Loki who met your gaze instantly before you looked back down at Tony.

“Yes well don’t let yourself be distracted by men who wear shiny horned helmets,” Tony scoffed as he walked out of the room, seemingly coming to his own conclusion that you were fine. “It’s clearly not good for your health. Eat your vegetables,”

“Your blood pressure is a little high but give it about 15 minutes and it should go back down easy enough,” Bruce said as he removed the cuff from your arm. “I suggest you go have something to eat. And drink some cold water, you look a little flushed,”

A sudden cool hand on your face shocked you into looking back up at the man beside you, his eyes burning into yours, eyes which you were still unsure if they were blue or green.

“You are quite hot,” He said to you.

“Speak for yourself,” you said almost as if it was instinct.

Realising what you said your eyes widened as you stammered. “I- uhh- I mean- You-“

You were cut off by his gentle laugh.

He didn’t laugh very often but he always silenced you when he did.

“Come, dear,” he said, scooping you up into his arms once again. “Let’s get you some food,”

“I can walk fine Loki,” You argued, even though you felt as though you would die if he released you.

He merely gave you a quick frown as he carried you out the door and you quickly called over his shoulder, “Bye Bruce,”

You heard a quiet response that sounded more like a snigger than actual words.

Loki sat you on the kitchen counter and began searching through the cupboards.

“What are you looking for?” You asked with a giggle.

“Food for you,” he said without looking back at you.

“Why?”

“Because Banner said you need to eat,”

“Yes but why are you searching for food for me?”

He turned to look at you now. “what do you mean?”

“I mean,” you leaned forward and gripped the edge of the counter beneath you. “Why do you care so much?”

He almost look offended by the question.

“I would have thought human wellbeing was something not included in the list of things you consider important,” Proud of yourself for getting that sentence out in your current cloudy headed state you smiled a little.

He copied you smile, moving closer to stand between your knees, he rested his hands on yours.

“You are on the list of things I consider important,” his breath fanned across your face as he spoke.

You were already blushing from the close proximity when he brought his hands up to cup your face as a way to be sure you were listening to him.

You sighed as the coolness of his hands soothed your flushed skin.

“you are important to me,” he reiterated.

“really?” you asked, afraid you were hallucinating.

“yes really,” he laughed. “Alarmingly so in fact. I had never expected to be this attached to any one,”

Laughing softly you brought your hands up to grip his wrist, making sure his hands never left you.

Suddenly he pulled away from you, he stepped back, grabbing the box of cookies he’d found and placing then in your lap.

“Now eat,” he instructed.

“Oh no no,” you pushed the cookies to the floor and took a hold of his shirt, pulling him back to stand between your legs once again. “You don’t get to say that and then move on to something as trivial as my blood sugar. You may be the Trickster but that’s just heartless-mmph!”

He crashed his mouth against yours, silencing you abruptly.

At first your eyes grew wide in shock before they closed as your hands left his shirt to slide up into his hair.

His hands grazed your up your thighs to your hips and he pulled you forward so your chest was pressed firmly against his.

Sliding your calves around his waist you locked your ankles together, holding him firmly in place.

“Ah fuck,” A new voice startled the two of you into jumping apart like naughty teenagers, turning to see Clint in the doorway. “Guys we prepare food there, can you not?”

Tony and Steve walked up behind him and started at the two of you in utter astonishment.

“But we’re here for food,” You whined with a pout.

“Then EAT,” Tony yelled, gesturing wildly to the box of cookies on the floor.

“Okay,” Loki nodded before leaning down to pick up the cookies.

With one hand he held the cookies, with the other he effortlessly lifted you over his shoulder and carried you out of the room.

You giggled as he marched down the hall toward the elevator.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Tony’s voice called out. “At least make sure she eats those before you do anything that has her pass out again,”

#look it's me #loki x reader #loki god of mischief #loki odinson #loki (marvel)#loki fluff #loki fan fiction #sorry if it’s shit

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theeightbts · 4 years ago

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The Eight, Chapter 35

Seven Korean Warriors and their Queen.

Always together. Finding each other in every lifetime. Their souls destined for each other for eternity. Sometimes as friends. Sometimes as lovers. Sometimes as spouses. Always together. Until around two hundred years ago, when the Queen vanished. The Warriors: Poet, Misdirection, Ferocious, Watcher, Mischief, Adventure and Passion, continued to find each other, always accomplishing great things in their lives. In their current lives, they’ve found each other and created the biggest boy band in the world. When their Queen is found, and The Eight souls are re-united, they have to figure out how to live, and love, together again.

Chapter 35

It was concert day. They could sleep in a bit, and The Muse was all for that. She was tired. Her dreams got a little crazy, with Yoongi and Jungkook joining in. She didn’t think it was something they did on purpose. Their minds just reached for each other for comfort and connection.

Everyone seemed a little more on edge as they prepared for this show. They all were extra attentive to the finer details. The Muse felt their anxiety and the pressure they were all putting on themselves to be perfect. It wasn’t just to make the concert perfect. They, themselves, wanted to be perfect. She frowned at that, wondering where that need came from.

Tempers were easily roused with this extra pressure. She was trying extra hard to stay out of the way, but being an empath meant that she felt their emotions and she found her mood was being affected by theirs. Soon enough it was time for her to be taken to her place underneath the stage to stay clear of the action and watch on the tv.

“Are you alright, Highness?” Steve asked.

“I’m fine.” She said a little tersely, “There’s just a lot of heightened emotions to sift through today.”

Steve nodded, trying to be sympathetic, and took his post outside her curtain.

Her Warriors were in such a state that they all forgot to stop and get their good luck kisses. It’s not that they needed them, but she thought it was a fun way to start the show and she was sad that it wasn’t going to happen. Breathing deep, remembering the tricks she used in her old life when anxiety would overtake her, she tried closing her eyes and clearing her mind. Letting all of the excess emotions that weren’t hers go.

But there was a much stronger emotion that was filling her mind. It was the overwhelming joy and excitement, love and adoration that came from the crowd. The Muse let those feelings move through her, channeling them to her Warriors without meaning to. She wasn’t thinking about doing it. In fact, she thought she was meditating for herself. But over near the left, her group of 7 men were standing in a circle and had their hands together ready to do their chant, when they all felt the shift in their emotions. It was quite the swing to go from so anxious and stressed to elated like that. All of them felt it, but only the men that had reconnected with their Queen understood what had just happened. There wasn’t time to talk about it. It was time to hit the stage.

The show that night was explosive. Their energy seemed to hit a new high. Even when the show was completed, their energy was far more than usual.

The Muse on the other hand, was exhausted.

What started as a way to calm her emotions turned into channeling the crowds energy into her Warriors. For the whole show. She was tired. She was hungry. She was in desperate need of a cuddle. And chocolate, too.

But, she was staying with Jimin that night. So she was highly doubtful about the cuddle. But he’d been warming to her, so the chocolate could probably happen.

Jimin had noticed that she seemed quiet and tired, and made sure to order a large dinner for them. She devoured everything he gave her. That made him chuckle, “You have quite the appetite, don’t you?” He asked as she dove head first into her dessert.

She gave a little snort at that, “I do. I really do.”

He laughed as he cleared the dishes and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

The Muse felt nice and full. She could use some touch, but didn’t want to press Jimin for it. He was being very kind tonight. She had hopes for the future.

She wandered to the window and looked out at the bustling city as she thought about the vision Sejong had given her, of the life they are supposedly going to have. Of the happiness and serenity she felt in that moment he shared. Of the love she had felt for her husbands and all of those children. Good god there had been a lot of children. And as daunting as that sounded, it still made her smile.

Jimin roused her from her musings as he suddenly appeared in front of her, one of his hands landing on her waist,

“Whatever you’re thinking about, you should think about it all the time.” She cocked her head at that statement, looking him in the eye.

“What do you mean?” She asked him. Both thrilled and wary that he was touching her.

“Whatever it was, put that look of happiness and that smile on your face. It made my heart clench. I want to find a way to keep that look on your face.”

His other hand came up at that and cupped her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her.

Master List

#The Eight #The Muse #bts fanfic #BTS #BTS soulmate #Jimin #BTS Husband

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avatarstories · 4 years ago

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izumi’s birthday pt 2: chosen legacies

AN: Bumi! (my favorite of the Gaang kids!!) Don’t read this if you don’t want to read about family problems, otherwise, enjoy.

Despite being a firebender, Izumi loved the nighttime. When she was little her grandfather told her stories about how a Water Tribe princess became the moon to save her people. She liked to think that she would do the same if the people of the Fire Nation needed someone to save the sun. On clear nights when the moon was full, she felt as though the moon was reaching out especially to her, maybe a bond between princesses. Her grandfather had chuckled when she mentioned that to him, “I think the moon princess would like you very much, my dear Izumi,” he had replied.

So it was no surprise to Bumi when on a clear night with a full moon that he would find his best friend on the rooftop in the secret spot above the royal library they had found two summers ago reading a scroll with the light of a small flame coming from her fingertip and a cup of tea steaming beside her.

“Zumi-"

“Oh Agni! Bumi you scared me,” Izumi says, nearly knocking over her tea.

“Sorry,” he says trying to cover a laugh. “May I?”

“Of course, come,” she says patting the empty spot next to her. “What are you doing up?”

“Mom and Kya are running around like maniacs with the full moon,” he replies. “They were making so much noise I couldn’t sleep. I’m sure half the palace is awake with them in at the garden pond making splashes. Thought I try my luck and see if you were up here.” He takes a seat next to her. “What are you reading?”

She shows him the scroll. “History of the Early Fire Lords,” she says.

“Any good?” Bumi asks.

“Yes, actually. The Fire Nation islands used to all be separate and constantly fighting each other and then a warrior from one of the outlying islands united them,” she answers. “He got them to stop fighting for resources by setting up trade among the islands and making them economically interdependent on each other. It then allowed the islands to specialize production of certain crops or materials.”

“Smart guy,” Bumi says approvingly. Izumi does not say anything in reply, and a silence falls between them.

“You’re never this quiet,” Izumi says after a moment. “Everything ok?”

Bumi leans back with a sigh and lays down with his hands behind his head. Izumi rolls up her scroll and turns to face him. “Bumi, what’s wrong?”

“I applied to the Military Academy of the United Forces,” he says eyes fixed on the sky above him. “And I got in...You’re the first person I’ve told.”

“Bumi that’s great!” Izumi replies but she couldn’t quite cover the hesitancy in her voice.

“You have a question, just ask it,” he states.

“Well you’ve never mentioned even thinking about applying before,” she replies. “And you don’t really seem excited about it…So I can’t help but wonder what brought this about?”

Bumi sighs and sits back up next to Izumi. “Remember when I won the United Republic sword fighting championship last year?”

“Of course, how could I forget? You almost fell off the ring but were hanging on by two fingers and then you got yourself back up and won!”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t follow.”

“My dad forgot that I won,” he says a little bitterly. “He asked me what the trophy in my room was for, and I just got so mad. Honestly I was so angry, I don’t even remember what I said, but things have been bad between us for a few months now. And my mom, she’s just pretending like nothing is wrong.”

“Bumi,” she puts a had on his shoulder comfortingly. Bumi leans into it and puts his head on her shoulder, and Izumi lets her arm fall to hold him in a sideways hug.

“I just don’t understand why everything has to be about Tenzin all the time. I’m half air nomad too. And I know I can’t bend - .” He lets the sentence fall.

“So you thought the Military Academy would be a better place to showcase your talents,” she affirms.

“Yea, something like that.”

Silence falls between them again. Izumi feels like the moon is so close that she could be listening in on their conversation. “Sometimes I just get so jealous, and it makes me feel terrible because he’s so much younger than me. I love him to death, and I'd do anything for him, but I’m smart and talented too! It’s like no one wants me in their culture because I don’t bend so I can’t possibly fit,” he says. “No one sees me.”

“I see you,” she offers

“Yea but you’re my best friend so you chose to. My parents though, they should definitely be the people who don’t have a choice. But its like 75% of their attention is on Tenzin, 20% on Kya, and then maybe 5% on me. I’m about to graduate top of my class, and yet no one can get over how Tenzin learned how to make two air-scooters at once,” he says defeatedly. “It’s so lonely.”

At that, she looks at him. His lips quiver, and his brow is furrowed. “I’m sorry, Bumi.”

“It’s nothing to apologize for,” he says.

“For what it’s worth, sometimes I wish we could trade places,” she says.

He tenses and narrows his eyes at her. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well-"

“You want to live where no one gives a shit about you?” he asks, anger creeping into his tone.

“That’s not-”

“You couldn’t live in anonymity for a day, Izumi. You’re a princess, there’s a whole country of people who care about who you are and what you’re doing.”

That comment makes her blood boil. “And you have no idea what it's like to live under that much pressure all the time. At least you don’t have a legacy to inherit!” she says bitingly.

Disappointment washes across Bumi’s features, and Izumi immediately regrets what she said.

“Of all people, I thought you would at least try to understand,” he replies, barely above a whisper. He starts to get up and Izumi tries to grab his shoulder to stop him, but he shrugs it off. He pushes himself up before she can stop him again and starts back towards the roof entrance.

“Bumi- wait,” Izumi says, now also standing.

“I am so tired of giving people I love so many second chances,” he says over his shoulder.

“Wait,” she tries again, but Bumi does not stop, and he disappears through the secret entrance back down into the library.

Izumi lets out an angry sigh and covers her face with her hands. You, idiot! She thinks to herself. Frustrated, she throws a fire ball off the roof and watches it dissipate as it falls towards the courtyard below. ********************************************************************************************* Bumi is walking alone through the library when he hears a gust of air above him. He looks up around and almost misses his little brother on an air scooter, high above the rows of shelves as Tenzin tries to hide.

Bumi sighs. “Tenzin, I know you’re there. Come out.” Tenzin sheepishly lands next to Bumi, head hanging low.

“Were you following me?”

“I wanted to see where you were going,” Tenzin whispers. “Are you mad at me?” he asks.

With that Bumi knows Tenzin heard his conversation and fight with Izumi. Bumi pulls on his lip, taking a second before replying and thinking about how this could get any worse. “No, bud.”

Tenzin looks up at that. “Are you mad at Dad?”

“Yea,” Bumi says. “But that’s nothing for you to worry about.” He leans down so he is eye level with Tenzin.

“Are you mad at Princess Izumi?” Tenzin asks looking intently at his big brother.

Bumi chuckles a bit at Tenzin’s use of her title. He really was a serious little 10 year old. “Yea, I am, but again, nothing for you to worry about,” he says. “Come on, hop on my back, I’ll give you a ride back to our rooms. It’s way passed your bedtime.”

Tenzin smiles and climbs onto his big brother’s back, holding on tight to his shoulders, and Bumi starts back towards their rooms in the guest wing of the palace.

“Bumi?” Tenzin asks as they exit the library. “Are you really going to leave for the military academy?”

“Spirits Tenzin, did anyone ever teach you anything about privacy?” Bumi mutters. “But yes, I think I am.”

“I’ll miss you,” Tenzin says, holding on to Bumi a little tighter.

Bumi adjusts Tenzin since he had slipped down his back a bit while they walked along the hallway.

"I’ll miss you too, bud.”

Tenzin rests his head on Bumi’s shoulder. Tenzin cannot see the single tear that rolls down Bumi’s cheek, but he feels it land on his finger. He nuzzles deeper into his brother’s shoulder, and it is silent between them the rest of the walk back.

AN: soft brother Bumi, ugh I’d die for him. Izumi and Bumi’s brother/sister like friendship, *chef’s kiss*

I remember reading once that funny characters often use their humor as a way to deflect from hard emotions and I think Bumi fits that description perfectly.

#izumi #bumi #tenzin #avatarstories #atla fanfic #gaang kids

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macybeckham7 · 5 years ago

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Naomi Beckham- Alli - Dele

{shoutout to @cinnnabaee for brainstorming with me}

Naomi Beckham- Alli was the eldest daughter of Dele and YN, and granddaughter of David and Victoria Beckham. Pretty much since it was announced her parents were expecting everyone was instantly gushing over how beautiful they’d be and even cooing other their footballing talent.

When Naomi was born David turned into a doting grandfather, she instantly grew up as a daddy’s and gramps’ little princess. As soon as she learnt how to walk she had a football at her feet. She was barely a year old before the two were already disagreeing what club she would play for Tottenham or United.

It wasn’t until she was six when she started playing in a football team, the coach put her in the #10 role and just got stuck in. Dele and David would sit on the sidelines and get into it, and shouting abuse at the ref. Having to get reminded that it was in fact a kids match and not a derby game in the PL. They would get a few looks off other parents when they called for Naomi to tackle or ‘break his legs’. At the age of six she was just enjoying herself running around and getting muddy. It still confused her when people gushed over her dad not understanding the whole famous side.

She would be in the garden practicing with her cousins and uncles, often trying out a goal that she saw on the TV that day or weekend. By the time she was ten, she was with an all girls team, and she definitely found there was alittle more pressure on her. Her coaches always said ‘if you are stuck, just pass to Naomi’ which usually come with ‘just dig deep and use your Beckham ability’. At the age of ten she was already feeling like she was playing in her dads and granddads shadow.

Dele always told her to get her own style, don’t be put in the box of what she should play like. David took every opportunity to practice with her, just being able to enjoy playing the game he still deeply loved.

By the time she was twelve she was scouted, both Manchester United women and Tottenham Ladies were both interested in the young baller. YN was the only sensible thinking one out of the three adults and just told her to go with her heart.

Fast forward a few years and Naomi was now seventeen, the youngest top goal scorer for Tottenham Ladies. She was still felt sucha joy when she was on the pitch, putting the world to rights as she let everything go. She never got insecure and knew that people will always put her on par with her family, but she knew she was on her own journey. They have both been good, both telling her that there will only be one Naomi Beckham-Alli, and the only thing to do is keep true to yourself.

When she walked back inside everyone’s attention looked towards her, she looked to her mum,YN who raised her brows. She looked at Dele and then stopped on David and Victoria.

‘I haven’t been called up’ she mutters.

She suddenly realised that whole family lunch was just a complete waste of time she didn’t get called up with the lionesses. YN stands up and hugs her daughter and tries to comfort her. She knew how hard she was with herself, after each game she would always watch the game and critic herself. Always pretty harsh on herself because she didn’t play to the level that she was expected to. Her arms squeezes her daughter as she cries on her shoulder.

‘Don’t cry darling’ YN whispers as Dele appears beside his two girls.

‘I’m sorry’ she cries into her dads chest. He feels his heart break, she had nothing to be sorry for. He wrapped his arm around her and took her outside so they could talk. They sat down as her head fell on his shoulder.

‘Listen, I know you would of wanted to be called up and I’m sorry that you haven’t’ says gently. ‘You are still a kid, you’ve got so many years in you, so many competition that I know you’ll show everyone your talent’ he says.

She sniffs as wipes her tears. ‘I just know how much-’

He starts to play with her hair. ‘That me and your granddad wanted you there... ofcourse we did but whether you did or didn’t, we’d still be beyond proud of you’ he says softly.

David appeared and sat beside them. ‘I’m sorry’ he apologises. ‘I think I got too ahead of myself and just enjoyed having someone who actually wanted to be a footballer.. I just saw the fire in your stomach and saw how much you put into practice’ he says. ‘I think I just forgot you were a kid and you did... You’re Dele or David Beckham, and that’s alright’ he smiles as he looks deeply in his granddaughters eyes. ‘You are Naomi Beckham- Alli and you have got some of our attributes but you’ve also got your own talents’ he smiles.

Two weeks later and Naomi was walking out to Wembley stadium, with the crowd all cheering. She felt her mascot squeeze her hand as they walked down the tunnel. The cameras were on her, just like they were since she arrived with the lionesses. She sang the national anthem, YN and Dele could tell their little girl was nervous as her leg shook as she sang.

As she stood at the centre circle waiting for the whistle to be blown, to kick off her debut for the lionesses she kept fiddling with her socks. It was as if she was dreaming, she had Harry Kane, who was like an uncle to her present her with her jersey and memories came flooding back of her time on the pitch with her dad as they played 2v2 with the Dier’s after an international match. All her memories was from her dads career and now she was on the world stage herself, following in her granddads and dads footsteps. No one could deny what amazing careers they both had but now it was all about Naomi.

#naomi beckham-alli #dele imagines #dele blurbs #dele

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b-icetea · 6 years ago

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92. "Let's move in together"

@gleedegrassi-bigfan @rosestylers

Fair warning? I made myself cry with this … IT’S MORE RELATIONSHIP FLUFF Y’ALL!!!!

92. “Let’s move in together.”

Their voices still echo, but nonetheless, it is staggering, what a difference a year can make.

Matteo can see his younger self. Hair a mess, clothes too big, soul a tangle of black lines, like someone had written down something, only to savagely cross it out until just a big ball of chaos was left. Mind slow and complicated and racing all at once, like static. He can see that boy in his mind’s eye, brought here by this mysterious other boy that he wasn’t able to figure out then. Past Matteo didn’t know what the future held for him. Had been afraid of it, because what if it wouldn’t be good? What if he would fuck it up? Plans were for people who knew what they were doing and not for an eighteen-year-old stoner kid that sometimes forgot to shop and had trouble finding clothes without stains on them.

That boy lived his life day by day and that was how it had to be back then. And it had worked out, hadn’t it? Living life like this – minute for minute – meant not having to think too far ahead, meant concentrating only on the imminent and inevitable.

Graduate. Tell your friends who your really are. Fall in love and do it right because it will be the first and last time you do it.

That took all the effort he could muster back then. Looking back at it now and looking at the previously mysterious boy, now all see-through and all the more loved for it, Matteo knows it was the right thing to do.

A year later, though, after all the madness and the ghosting and the heartbreak, the getting back together and the learning each other, Matteo is finally at a place where looking at the future is not something scary, but something to look forward to.

He wants to make plans. Actually, he lowkey has been making them for a while and David even knows about most of them.

God, Matteo used to be such a closed off little bitch. Every idea he came up with was automatically branded as stupid by his own brain the minute it was conceived. David was one of the few people he had let see into the weirdness of his mind and who had sometimes made fun, but always in a good way and who, in the end, never looked down on him for any of it.

So, David had helped. And then, a therapist.

Matteo’s mind is less of a scary place these days. He still gets lost sometimes, but he has an easier time finding his way back from the mazes and monsters he finds there.

His head is filled with other things now. Maybe that is why he suggested coming back here. They haven’t been at the pool since that night were Matteo screamed at David, because gentle and patient apparently didn’t do it and aggressive and worried had to come out to get David away from this idea that flight was the only option for him.

He can still see him sitting there, at the bottom of the pool on that stupid mat, drawing something or other like the outcast vampire he pretended to be back then. It almost makes him scoff, the idea of what nearly happened. He’s glad they both managed to catch and keep each other, even though they were both dumb, stupid boys a year ago.

They’re still dumb, stupid boys, but at least they are a unit now.

The both of them have climbed down the ladder and into the pool and are looking around at the moment. Well, Matteo climbed. David jumped because he’s a dirty show-off and that will probably never change, judging from the smirk he shot Matteo after sticking the landing.

Nothing has changed, really. It’s still a dirty, old pool. But it’s also still the place where two of the most important things in Matteo’s life happened to him and that makes the place more magical than anything. When David first showed him here, Matteo liked the abandoned quality of the building and David and him still go explore every once in a while, these days. It’s their thing. But they do it less, because it reminds them of themselves anymore. David doesn’t feel like he needs to find these buildings so he has bunkers to hide in in case of a natural catastrophe. Matteo doesn’t see himself in them anymore. Now, what they do is, they explore together and fill these empty places full to the brim with memories of themselves.

“Remember last time we were here?”, Matteo asks, knowing full well that David does, but he needs a conversation starter. He wants to talk about what life was like, then.

How angry and then blissfully happy they were. How every word had so much impact Matteo would swear he felt them hitting or caressing his body physically.

The whole thing had been like being on a seesaw. Up and down. One second, they were screaming at each other and David wanted to run away and hide. The next second, they’d told each other I love you for the first time and had exchanged the softest kisses they could.

“Yeah. I didn’t sleep a minute that night.”

Matteo turns around to look at him, blinking incredulously. “You what now?”

“It was so uncomfortable”, David admits, almost whispering, breathy laughter underscoring his words. “The mat was too small and you were half on top of me and I couldn’t move. Something was digging in my back. I had my binder on.” He shrugs.

“What the hell, why didn’t you say anything?” Not that it had been the best night’s sleep of Matteo’s life, but he’d gotten a solid few hours. Though, that was probably because he could sleep almost anywhere and at any time.

David smiles at him. “I don’t know. I kept myself busy. I didn’t matter too much.”

“Not sleeping all night didn’t matter? No wonder you slept so long the day after.” He doesn’t address the binder thing, because they’ve argued about that enough and he knows, David doesn’t do stuff like that anymore. So, Matteo takes a few steps and stops once he’s next to David and can take his hand. He slots their fingers together. Squeezes. He loves David’s hands. “What could have kept you busy anyway. It was night.” It’s not like he could have drawn anything with Matteo’s sleepy deadweight pinning him down and no light to speak of.

David lowers his gaze and smiles a shy smile. “Thoughts and stuff.”

“Stuff?”

David licks his lips. “Yeah, I mean. I had a lot to think about.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, you know.”

“I obviously don’t, dude. What the fuck. Tell me.”

“Nö.”

“Tell me.”

“M-m.”

“Tell me. Tell me.”

“Nope.”

Matteo sees then, that words alone won’t do anything, so he decides to pull out the big guns. He curls the fingers of his right and towards his palm until only his pointer finger sticks out ominously.

David presses his lips together in an obvious effort to keep any laughter in. His eyes are wide and full of mischief.

“You sure that’s how you want to play it?”, Matteo asks, voice all calm and benevolent and shit.

His boyfriends just nods, slowly and seriously. Like he thought this through.

“Okay.” And then Matteo rushes towards him, but David has already taken off, shoes squeaking on the tiles.

“Stop running, you coward”, Matteo calls after him, but only gets a cackle in response.

David is sidestepping him at every turn, twisting around, evading him. Matteo must look like some sort of E.T. cosplayer that forgot his costume at home. Pointer finger still outstretched and running like a loon.

Their laughter fills the pool, echoes of the walls, makes it seem like their fun is bigger than themselves.

In the end, as always, David lets himself be caught around the middle. He bends over and Matteo spins him, once, twice, three times, back pressed to Matteo’s belly. After that, he never lets go, but just makes David turn in his arms so that they’re face to face. He puts kisses everywhere he can reach. Kisses his cheeks, his nose, his eyebrow. Once his teeth, because David is laughing and it makes him laugh even more.

Between kisses, Matteo chants “Tellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellme.”

“Oh, my god. I’ll tell you, stop.”

Matteo lets up, but presses one last kiss on David’s lips. He makes a growling noise during it, as is customary.

“You’re so stupid”, David tells him and tugs on his jacket hard, making Matteo bend a knee a little because of the pressure. A thought, a future kind of thought, flashes in his mind, and he grins, but doesn’t voice it.

“Tell me.”

David rolls his eyes. “I … maybe. Couldn’t sleep then.” He sighs. “Because I couldn’t believe it? Like. Everything had gone to shit. My biggest nightmare had happened and I was there to witness the whole thing? I hadn’t gone to my PE exam. I thought I had to repeat the whole year. I thought everybody hated me.”

“Who’s stupid now?”, Matteo says but he makes it gentle and David just huffs out a self-deprecating breath.

“Yeah. And then I sent you this emo, artsy sort of voice message. I thought it was really clever and romantic and sufficiently tragic for the situation. Only, you refused to accept it and instead came looking for me. I never imagined that would happen. At all. And then you screamed at me to get out of my own head, didn’t let me run away, told me, I still had friends and then told me you loved me. Suddenly, it felt like I had everything. Or could get everything, anyway. So, you’ll excuse me for being a bit preoccupied by the fact that said boy was sleeping in my arms. It felt like holding the whole world.”

Matteo’s heart does a little flip, then. David is looking to the side and then back at him. Embarrassed, but only a little, because they’ve told each other so much stuff, during this year together.

Sometimes something will happen to Matteo or he will have a thought and think, nah, I’m not gonna tell David about it. I’m gonna keep it to myself. But then David will walk in the door and the words will be out faster than Matteo can try to rein them in. Because talking to David and telling him things doesn’t feel like giving something away or giving something up. He isn’t losing anything by sharing his thoughts with him. It feels more like two people twining together, two puzzle pieces that fit and meld until they’re one.

David also knows a lot about the embarrassing things, Matteo thinks about him. How much he loves him and about the life he imagines for them. The surer he got that David and him were it, the more he started to daydream. He knew that it was too early for many of the things he wanted.

Some days he stares at his ring finger and rubs over the skin, wondering what it might be like to wear something there and freaks himself out, not because of how he doesn’t want it but because of how certain he is that he will want it one day. Not now, not until a few years have passed. But he can see it. And David knows about that. Matteo also knows what David’s answer will be when the time comes.

But now.

Now it’s maybe the time to take a different step. Ask a different question. A question that can be a response to the things David told him just now.

“Let’s move in together?”

David blinks. And then he smiles, bright as the sun.

Matteo knows what his answer will be to that question, too.

#druck #davenzi #datteo #david schreibner #matteo florenzi #matteo x david #fluff #love #all the good things #davenzi writing prompts #b-icetea's davenzi prompt fills #coster-waldau

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scaredofthebasement-blog · 5 years ago

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When Love Walks In - Chpt 20

Chpt 20 – Alex Calls Out Auston for his Playboy Ways and They Have a Heart to Heart

(Please note that I made a few major edits.)

Words 4971

Alex pulls up the chair to sit next to her brother on his left-hand bedside. She has to laugh when Auston raises his eyebrows at her, perplexed by why she’s fussing; inching her chair closer and closer to him.

“What?! I’m just trying to get as close to you as possible without actually getting in the bed with you. I don’t want anyone to hear what I’m saying”, She explains recognizing how silly it appears.

Auston shakes his head, thinking, So much drama. Frig! It’s like my life’s become a freakin’ soap opera.

Alex leans into Auston and whispers, “Oz! Hey!”

He turns toward her all dramatic-like as if he’s in a soap opera and mouths, Whaaa?

“Would you care to explain to me what the heck you’ve been doing? Frig, I leave you alone for a few hours, and you’re pouring on the charm for BOTH of your doctors?! Please don’t tell me you’re making moves on them. Have you fallen for Dr Wright too?”

Auston rolls his eyes dramatically and writes, “NO!!!!!”

Then what happened when I was gone that made her so…uhm…I don’t know, different?

“I was drawing emojis.”

“Okay? And...?”

He quickly draws, Mic Drop, No Clue and Bored Out of My Mind.

Oh! Alright, then. Those ARE pretty funny. I forgot you know how to do those. Ha! I love that ‘Bored’ one best. Funny! Good for you Oz! They both deserve a good laugh.”

Auston agrees, writing, “Yeah, it was fun watching Dr Wright’s reaction. Never seen her like that. She’s usually so serious. Very kind, great at her job, but she can be pretty intense. So it was a rush watching her walls come down.”

“Not to mention she’s pretty beautiful. Am I right? Huh? Auston?” She pokes.

“I’m not interested in her at all!” Auston writes in frustration.

“Okay! Sorry! Take a chill pill. But don’t try and tell me you’re not interested in Dr Quinn, cause I’m not an idiot.”

Auston blushes and rolls his eyes at her as he writes sarcastically, “Yeah, you got me, Detective. You should work for the NYPD, Alex.”

“Thanks. I’ll look into that. Law and Order, Special Doofus Unit”, She jokes.

Auston has to laugh at that one. He writes with a smirk, “Clever, I’ll give you that.”

Alex laughs, proud of herself for impressing her brother.

“Did Dr Quinn like your emojis too, Auston?” She teases.

Auston rolls his eyes. “As a matter of fact, Dr Q has seen me draw them before. She thought they were pretty funny. I now use them to tease her. She pretends to not be amused, which as far as I’m concerned adds to my amusement. They were both fun to watch cause it took them by surprise.”

“Yeah, I don’t imagine many patients can draw like that or would draw emojis for their doctors”, Alex laughs at the idea.

Auston adds, “I wish you were here to see it. BTW why were you so late coming this morning? You missed a lot of information, and now Dr Q’s going to have to repeat it all. But I suppose that’ll make her stay longer today, so I guess a ‘thanks’ is in order.”

“Well, as a matter of fact, Auston, I was finishing up that lovely job you gave me”, Alex says with disdain.

“Oh...”, Auston writes, pursing his mouth, regretting he even asked. He’s cautious as he detects annoyance in her voice. He thinks, Oh, Oh. This ain't gonna be good.

“Yes! I finally got through all your freakin’ social media, and you actually owe me TWO HUGE-ASS MANSIONS, definitely some KICK-ASS THERAPY and a month at a FULL-SERVICE SPA. Shit, Auston! You’re a dirty boy!” She speaks quietly but with a harsh tone.

“Yeah, I know”, he writes sheepishly. “I’m really sorry, Alex. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you might see on my phone, and I’m actually very embarrassed. I don’t like thinking about that ‘old me’, cause I’m not that person anymore.”

“Since when? And why?” Alex asks.

“Since being in here. I’ve had time to reflect and can see that I got caught up in an exciting playboy lifestyle that worked for my need to be selfish in order to pursue my career goals. But I don’t want that life anymore and I don’t want to be that person anymore.”

“Oh?” Alex questions.

“I want to be in a committed and mature relationship with Dr Quinn, even if I have to sacrifice some time spent on my career goals. I want Quinn. I want a relationship of substance with Quinn. I want a ‘normalish’ life with Quinn.”

Alex unloads, “Well, I’m very glad that you have resolved to change your ways, Auston, cause I had a whole lecture that I was gonna throw at you just now. I’ll spare you most of it but need you to know this: I love you dearly, but I won’t permit you to subject Dr Quinn to any of that cheap-ass shit you were engaged in with other women prior to your accident. If you even consider pursuing it with her, I’ll talk to Mom and Dad, and I’ll warn Dr Quinn. She deserves THE VERY BEST man in her life and from what my eyes witnessed, sorting through your texts and such, YOU have been VERY far from ‘BEST’; more-like, ‘Best Asshole’. I know why you initially went the route of being a ‘player’, ‘wheeler’, ‘hooking up,’ whatever you want to call it. I get it. It made sense back then. But that’s a life of absolute zero substance and completely shallow. Dr Quinn deserves substance and frankly at this point in your life, so do you.”

“I know! Trust me! I know that now!” Auston pleads.

“I really hope you do, Oz. You’re an amazing guy. You have so much to offer a woman and a relationship, and it would be a real waste if you keep up those shallow ways just because you live life in the fast lane. It’s time to move on and be a real man.”

“Alex. I get it. You’re 1000% right, and you don’t have to talk to Mom, Dad or Quinn because I can assure you, I am not the same person I was before my accident.”

“Go ahead, Auston. I’m listening…or reading, I should say.”

“Honestly, I don’t know if it’s because I almost died or because I finally took a beat to reflect but I’ve realized I’ve become a man in the last few years. Or maybe Quinn has made me want to be a better man to be with her? It could be a combination of all three. But I can assure you, every cell in my body wants to be the very best man that I can for her. To me, she is the most amazing person I’ve ever met. She thrills me. I can’t get enough of her. She means everything to me. I want to bring the same amount of joy to her as she brings to me”, He rationalizes.

“Okay. Good. And, Wow Oz! I really want to believe you will change, but it’s hard to break bad habits.”

Auston is determined to convince Alex he’s changed. “Let me put it this way, if I find out that someone with the ‘old me agenda’ is, or has moved on Quinn, (and I honestly can’t even let myself consider that possibility because it’s too upsetting), after I’m done taking care of that asshat, he will be in desperate need of another doctor. Do you get my drift? I know how I was, and I will never be that way again. I won’t tolerate anyone treating Quinn like a consumable, let alone me.”

“Okay, Oz, but please don’t go doing anything stupid to anyone. I’m very glad that you see the light”, Alex warns.

“Alex, I’ve never felt like this about anyone before Quinn. I’m absolutely bat-shit crazy about her. It’s like she’s heroin and I’m addicted. I’m a puddle when she’s around and a wreck when she’s not. I’m embarrassed to tell you that with the very best of intentions, I have done some desperate shit to get her to spend time with me.”

“No! Auston! What desperate shit did you do?” Alex panics.

“Well, for one thing, I almost died; but first I made her cry”, Auston confesses.

“What?! The hell?! Oz! What are you talking about you almost died? Again?! And you made Dr Quinn cry?! Are you crazy?!”

“Yes, Alex, I am crazy! Apparently, certifiable! I’m sorry to say; I did both. I was completely distraught after not seeing Quinn all last week. Then yesterday, she made it seem like she was going to be too busy to see me much this week, and it’s my last week here! Plus she started dating a fucking doctor-god last week! I call him Dr McDreamy cause from what I can gather from my research; he’s all that and then some.”

“Oh, no! Really?”

“Frig! It pisses me off royally! Quinn hasn’t dated since dinosaurs last roamed the earth, but she decides to take up with a fucking doctor when I arrive on the scene”, Auston laments.

“Oh, boy! That’s not good”, Alex reasons.

“Yeah, and BTW, Alex, you’re comments are not helping.” Auston points out, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry! But neither are yours! ‘Almost died’ and ‘made my doctor cry’. Shit! What a freaking mess, Auston! What did you do? Specifically!” Alex snaps back.

“I made her upset by making her think I doubted her promise to be there for me for the rest of my recovery. I also accused her of abandoning me last week”, Auston confesses.

“Auston! No!” Alex freaks.

“Yes!” He takes in a deep breath and sighs. “Oh God, Alex! I know! I’m such a mess! But I needed to remind her of her purpose for being a doctor in the first place - to be there for her patients. You know? For people like Josh. So she’d be there for me.”

“Oh Auston, that’s some off-base shit right there. She IS there for her patients! She’s been incredibly dedicated to you! To Mom, Dad, Bre and Me. 24 freaking 7, Auston! Last week, she didn’t even know you were struggling cause Dr Wright didn’t tell her. She had a medical conference to attend, and she had meetings. She checked up on you every day with Dr Wright. And tell me you did NOT bring up Josh’s name. Did you?!”

“No! I could never be that cruel! I know she’s been there for me. I just wanted her to come around this week so we could develop a relationship. Otherwise, she was going to be spread too thin. I needed to make sure I got a chance to find my way into her heart”, Auston explains as his heart pounds and his blood pressure rises.

“I know, but still, that was selfish and entitled behaviour, Auston”, Alex lashes out.

“I know it seems that way. I just didn’t feel like I had any other option since I go home next week. I saw a chance, and I took it. It devasted me to hurt her like that, and I ended up getting so upset that I choked on my congestion. I couldn’t breathe, so she had to suction me. It was scary as hell, Alex”, Auston tries to make her understand.

“Auston! Oh, my God! I don’t even know what to say right now”, Alex blurts out in frustration.

As Alex sorts through all the information Auston has spilt on her, Auston sits, staring down at his hands, feeling anguish; conflicted and berating himself for being selfish.

After what seems like forever of nothing, Alex blurts out, “Not cool, Oz! So not cool! Frig! What if Mom and Dad find out?”

Auston nods in agreement and immediately falls apart. He is distraught. Tears start to flow down his face.

He starts coughing.

Oh shit, here I go again!

Alex sees what’s happening and tries to do damage control. She jumps up from her chair and pulls Auston into her arms. Alex whispers in his ear as she rubs his back to comfort him. She knows she was too hard on him in his vulnerable condition. She’s upset with herself.

Alex desperately attempts to calm him, “Hey, Hey, Hey! Oz! Shhhh. It’s okay. I’m sorry for being so harsh. You’ve been through so much. My words were severe. No one knows what it’s like to walk in your shoes. But I can understand. When I think about it, I absolutely understand. No need to cry, Oz. I completely understand why you did what you did. You were desperate. I get it. Anyone in your situation would feel the need to do what you did. It’s all good now. Dr Quinn’s good. You saw her earlier this morning. She seemed really good. Please calm yourself down, so you don’t choke. Please, Oz. Get yourself together, okay? I support you. I want what you want. I want her for you too. It was worth it, Oz. I can see that. What other choice did you have? Please suck it up, Oz. Swallow. Take relaxing breaths. Okay?” She pulls away to let him catch his breath and reaches for tissues to try to dry his face. He grabs hold of her arm so she won’t leave him.

Auston continues to cough. He swallows. He keeps coughing. He keeps swallowing. He squirms as he tries to gain control and feels like if given a bit more time, he will be okay. But when he starts to choke and wheeze, Alex sounds the alarm.

“Jacqui! Nurse! Doctor! Auston’s choking! Help! Hurry!” She yells.

Auston is disappointed. He really thought he could get it under control without the need for the Suction. He wants to be able to master his secretions.

Jacqui is at Auston’s side in seconds. She assesses the situation and grabs the Suction as Alex tries to move out of the way as best she can with Auston’s death grip on her arm.

Auston extends his free hand out in front of him to signal for Jacqui to stop and shakes his head ‘no’. He wants more time. ‘No suction yet’ is his clear message.

Jacqui stands down, watching as Auston continues to cough and wheeze. They both encourage him to relax, focus on drawing in breath and coughing.

It takes about 30 seconds until Auston has caught his breath; for all three of them, it feels like an eternity.

Jacqui tells him she’ll stay in the room until he feels confident that he’s got things under control.

“What brought that on?” She asks Alex.

“He was upset about something we were talking about”, Alex explains.

“Oh, I see. Well, maybe you could change the subject to something a little cheerier. But at the same time, getting upset is bound to happen, and this is a great opportunity to learn how to manage the secretions – which you did! You actually did great Auston! Really impressive; you managed to stay calm, and you fought through it. You’re showing great progress, and that’s what this week is about”, Jacqui points out.

Auston nods with a smile. He is happy with what he just did there.

“You okay now, Auston?” Jacqui asks.

Auston nods and gives a smile and thumbs up.

“Then can I have my arm back bro?” Alex begs with a relieved giggle.

Auston lets go of Alex’s arm and holds out his hand for some tissues to wipe his face.

So since you feel comfortable now, I can step out and leave you two alone for a few more minutes as it’s almost time for Dr Quinn to come and oversee the 11 am procedures. Great job, Auston! You too Alex!”

Auston gives Jacqui the thumbs up, and mouths ‘thank you.’

“Yes, thank you so much, Jacqui!” Alex calls out.

Auston grabs the board and marker that Alex picks up off the floor for him. He writes, “Thanks, Alex. Sorry you had to see that. It’s scary when it happens, but I felt confident that I had it under control.”

“Ha! Yeah, Bam Bam, you’re vulture grip on my arm made me feel really confident too”, She teases. “Seriously though, it’s upsetting but you did a great job and I’m sorry I distressed you.”

Auston writes, “It’s ok. I know Dr Quinn will be here shortly so I want to tell you privately, that it may sound bad, but I’m glad I did what I did because I got Quinn to commit to coming to see me every day this week for Talk Therapy.”

“I thought she already was doing Therapy with you? You told Mom and Dad that she was.”

“Yeah, I know. I lied about that. Please don’t tell Mom and Dad! I just needed them to leave me alone with Dr Quinn, but they wouldn’t let go of the therapy issue. I told you, Alex, she’s like an addiction! I would do anything to be alone with her. I needed a chance for her to get to know me.”

“I understand why you can’t tell Dr Quinn how you feel right now. She’d have to stop being your doctor. She would never abuse or risk her position by allowing an obvious attraction. You can’t go losing her as your doctor. You need to be careful.”

“Exactly! I want Dr Quinn to work with me cause she’s the only one who could possibly resurrect my voice. The good thing is she wants to work with me cause I represent her ‘dead boyfriend’ and winning the ‘Stanley Cup’.”

“Auston! Hold the phone! Surprisingly, I get the reference to ‘her dead boyfriend,’ being Josh, but you’ve lost me at ‘winning the Stanley Cup’?! What the hell are you talking about?!”

“She told me that for her, saving my life was like making the Cup Finals and that restoring my voice would be like winning the Stanley Cup.”

Alex points out, “Well, if anyone could relate to an analogy like that it would be you.”

“I know, right?! And how can I deny her the chance to win a ‘Stanley Cup’?” He jokes.

“Ha! Yeah, you’re so selfless, Auston”, Alex mocks.

“Yeah, I know. So now we’re playing games. I’m playing ‘Avoid the Danger Zone’, and she’s playing, ‘Ignore the Elephant in the Room.’

“Neither sound very fun, Oz.” Alex adds, dryly.

“Honestly Alex, worst games ever! I’m pretty sure I’m losing my game, where I try to hide how I feel about her, so she doesn’t have to stop being my doctor. But I’m making out okay so far because she’s acing her game; where she absolutely refuses to acknowledge to herself that I’m interested in her.”

“Do you really think she knows how you feel about her?” Alex asks.

“Yeah. I think she must have picked up on some clues; subconsciously anyway. She’s brilliant so I don’t know how she could miss them. But she’s also either really good at making it look like she doesn’t know or in fact doesn’t know. I’m at a loss, really.”

“Do you think she likes you?” Alex asks.

“Well, yesterday, she accidentally told me that she liked me”, Auston reveals with a blush.

“What?!” Alex gasps, excitedly.

“Yeah. Dr Quinn let it slip in a conversation saying, ‘so that’s why I like you so much’”, Auston can’t help but smile.

“No way!” Alex freaks.

“Hey! Don’t act so surprised!” Auston jokes.

“Ha! Sorry! I’m just really happy for you. What did YOU say?” Alex asks.

“I teased her in a light, friend-like way, cause I don’t want to force her hand. But it could be that’s how she meant it. I’m not quite sure if she’s interested in me as more than a friend or just someone that thinks, ‘I’m a wonderful person’”, Auston explains.

“She said ‘you’re a wonderful person?!’” Alex jumps.

“Yeah. But I swear if you’d been there, you wouldn’t know how to take it. She brushed it off as something anyone would think if they knew me. Honestly, Alex, it all seems like a mind game that I’m sure she doesn’t even know she’s playing. She just won’t go there; won’t let herself acknowledge it.”

“Cause then she’d have to do something about it. Right? She’s smart”, Alex reasons.

“Yup. That she is for sure and very stubborn about pursuing her goals.”

“Sounds like someone else I know”, Alex points out.

“Huh? I’m not stubborn like Quinn”, Auston denies.

“Oh, you think? You’re kidding, right?” Alex calls him out.

Auston considers the idea and then concedes, “Yeah. You’re probably right. Ha! I suppose we are similar in that. We’re like dogs with a bone.”

“Probably one of the reasons why you like her so much”, Alex guesses.

“Love”, Auston corrects her.

“Oh, sorry. “Love” her so much”, Alex exaggerates, rolling her eyes but secretly thrilled.

“Got to call it what it is, Sis. I’ve never been in love before so when you’re in it, it’s a big deal”, Auston informs her.

“But she’s dating, huh? That’s a big problem, Oz”, Alex points out.

“Yeah. I’m assuming this Doctor McDreamy’s my direct competition. So that’s what forced me to challenge her; so I could set up another game that I’m calling, ‘Day by Freaking Day’.

“Wow! Oz! Worst game title ever!” Alex blurts out.

“Ha! Yeah, I know, right!” Auston admits.

“So how do you play?”

“Well, as the name implies, I spend time with Dr Quinn during the day, let her get to know me and hopefully endear myself to her. Then she goes out with Doc McStuffins at night, and she realizes she likes me better. That’s the only chance I have. So every moment I have with her this week is precious.”

“Ha! Oz?” Alex questions.

Auston looks at her curious, Huh?

Doc McStuffins is a girl”, Alex giggles.

Auston laughs to himself, writing, “Oh. Ha! Well, let’s hope Dr Peters is a girl. That would help my cause.”

“Or complicate it?” Alex jokes.

“Yeah! Ha! I suppose so.” He chuckles.

Oh! Before Quinn comes back, I want to ask you for another favour. I want to get her a special gift to thank her for everything she’s done for me.”

“Awww. Sweet!”

“I’ll get something for the others as well, but I want to get something extra special for Quinn, and it will need sourcing.”

“Okay?”

“You’ll need to go see the Jeweller that we use in Yorkville. Get him to source out the items cause there is no way he’ll have them. No restriction on price but don’t tell him that. Get him to text me what he finds and the cost.”

“Sure. What are you thinking?” Alex asks.

“If you look in my bedside table you’ll find a piece of paper where I’ve listed specifically what I want. The sooner you can get them, the better, but I understand if it might take a bit.”

“Okay”, curious, Alex heads over to the other side of Auston’s bed to get the paper. She pulls out the note and reads it. A smile washes across her face. “Wow, Auston! Looks like you put a lot of thought into this. You’re a real sweetheart. She’s gonna love them.”

“Good! I want the gift to touch her heart.” Auston smiles, pleased with himself and excited for the day that he can give them to her.

“Thanks a lot for looking after this and me. You’re a saint!” Auston gushes.

Alex acknowledges Auston’s gratitude with a smile. She puts the slip of paper in her purse and pulls out Auston’s cell phone and places it on his bedside table.

“I almost forgot! Here’s your cell phone, Oz. I did up a blurb for your social media accounts. I texted it to you. You’ll need to review it, make any changes you want and send it to Judd for approval.”

“Oh, wow! Thanks, Alex! Great! I really appreciate everything you have done for me. I think I’ll keep you around.”

“Well, after your social media crap, I think I’m retiring as your sister”, Alex teases.

“Ha! Sorry. But I need my big sister. You’re stuck with your dumbass little brother forever.”

“Yeah, don’t I know it. All joking aside though, I also got distracted and forgot to tell you, there are a couple girls texting you that seem to think you were about to make things serious before your accident.”

“What? No! Who? Names?” Auston writes, clearly upset.

“A ‘Bridget’ and a ‘Chantelle’. Were you going to ask them to be exclusive?”

“Hell No! I specifically made it my practice that prior to each hookup, they understood and agreed there would be no strings. I learned that lesson the hard way and you know that.”

“Yes. Well, they both appear to have magically changed their minds and they are very concerned about you since your accident and want to be here for you.”

“Together?!” Auston imagines what that would look like.

“No, not together, Dum Dum! But they both indicated in their texts that they have come to the hospital trying to get in to see you; each saying she is your girlfriend. But security stopped them cause they weren’t on the list.”

“Oh shit! Can’t you just tell them I died?” He writes, half-joking.

“Auston, you need to text Judd and get his advice on how to say adios to these women. Can you do that in the next few days? Or do you want me to call him and I’ll just tell him there has been a misunderstanding and you’re not interested in pursuing any type of relationship?”

“Yeah, can you do the second one you mentioned? Please. I don’t have the energy and I trust you can deal with it based on how you helped me a few years back with Rebecca”, Auston begs.

“Sure. Hopefully, these ones will go quietly into the night.”

“Thanks, Alex. Keep me in the loop. They were fun and beautiful women but I’m not interested.”

“Oz, you’ll also need to wrap up your old life with all your hookups. You’ll need to tell them all goodbye”, Alex advises.

“Please get Judd to do that on my behalf. Tell him I can’t even talk for god-sakes.”

“Okay. I will. And...Oh, you also need to figure out who is going to stay with you while you’re home recovering, so message Mom and Dad tonight.”

“Will you stay with me? Can you?” Auston pleads.

“Really, you want ME? After today?” Alex questions.

“Yes, especially after today. We’ve been through a lot. You know me better than anyone. You’re my confidente, biggest fan and best friend. I trust you, and I enjoy your company. If you would like to stay with me, I’d love to have you.” Auston tells her.

“Well, thanks, Oz! I’ll seriously consider it. I enjoy living in Toronto. I also have been waiting for the right time to tell you that I have been seeing a guy from Toronto. I met him here at the hospital in the waiting room. His father was in the Intensive Care Ward when you were there.”

“No way! So something else great came out of my accident? What’s your boyfriend’s name? How old is he? What’s he do? Do you really like him?” Auston gives Alex the third degree.

“Whoa, Oz! Yes, I really like him a lot. I actually feel like I’m falling in love with him”, Alex says as a smile lights up her face.

“No way?!” Auston writes.

“Way! His name is Adam Lang. He’s a Toronto Firefighter. He’s actually studying to be a Captain. He’s 33 years old. Never been married. Has a golden retriever. Lives in the ‘Beaches’. He treats me like gold. He’s smart as hell and a jock. He makes me laugh, and we never run out of stuff to talk about or do. I know you’ll hit it off”, She tells him excitedly.

Auston smiles and motions for Alex to come in for a hug. He squeezes her tight and kisses her on the cheek. Auston is so happy for her. He knows she’s seen her share of heartbreaks over the years with two serious relationships that didn’t last. He always worried about her happiness and hoped she’d find a good guy.

They pull apart, and Auston writes, “I want to meet him! Bring him by.”

“Really? Even though you can’t talk yet?” Alex asks.

“I don’t care. I have to meet him. I have to make sure he’s not ‘a player’.” He writes, teasing and adds a winky face emoji.

Alex rolls her eyes and laughs. “Oh, he’s not ‘a player’ at all, Oz. He’s a fan. But not the Leafs. He’s a Bruins fan!”

Auston’s mouth drops open in shock as he raises his head to the ceiling mouthing a silent scream of “No!!!!!!!!!!!!” (See Gif at top of the page for the type of reaction). Then he grabs his marker dramatically as he writes and emphasizes each exclamation point with a flourish. “No!!!!!!!!!!”

Alex laughs.

After a minute stare down, where Auston tries to determine whether Alex is messing with him, Auston writes, begging, “Alex! Please tell me you’re joking! It’s not nice to be mean to someone in the hospital.”

“Just a little payback for how you treated Quinn. You’ll have to wait and ask Adam when you meet him.”

Auston writes, “Well played, Alex! Well played! I deserve this.”

They both laugh and high five each other just as Dr Quinn enters the room.

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bangtanfancamp · 6 years ago

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Bubble bath

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Masterlist

jeon jungkook x reader

2.5k-ish words

boyfriend au, the purest fluff, tiny bits of angst, a splash of implied smut -just to taste

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Neck deep in the hottest water you could stand, you soaked beneath the rich bubbles in the bathtub, attempting to wash away the worst day you’d had in ages. Everything had gone wrong this week- absolutely everything- to the point that you’d already cried more times today than you’d like to admit. Money had been so tight lately, and you’d been so desperate to prove that you could handle being on your own that you hadn’t told anyone as all your bills had piled up. Then life had slapped you in the face with a speeding ticket this morning and new, higher rates at your apartment complex. You were drowning in it all.

Until this afternoon. When you had nearly actually drowned. A pipe had burst in the apartment unit above yours as your bedroom ceiling had come gushing and crashing to the ground. You’d frantically sputtered trying to figure out what was even going on as your upstairs neighbor began rattling off profanities at her husband, trying to figure out how to fix this mess. Maintenance had shown up immediately and you’d been forced to quickly jam your belongings in an overnight bag and evacuate. You’d walked to your car in a daze.

This was crazy but you could handle it. You had no idea where you were gonna go though. You couldn’t afford to stay in a hotel for the next few days and your family didn’t live in town. This was crap, but you’d figure it out. You alway did. You’ve got this. You’d be fine, right? Right.

And you were, until you turned the key over in the ignition and realized your tank was on E and so was your bank account. THAT had been the last straw. You’d broken down sobbing into your steering wheel as the cranky old man who lives downstairs walked sneering past your car window with this ancient obnoxious chihuahua in tow. It yapped relentlessly at your car until you scowled back at it, and it yelped, lurching for the stairs and dragging the old man with it.

You’d called Jungkook and explained the entire disaster to him, your pride taking a backseat. He’d immediately insisted that you come stay at his apartment for as long as it took for them to repair your ceiling. He offered to fill up your tank and cook you a homemade dinner, and for the first time today, you smiled. It was a gurgly awful thing made though tear stained cheeks and a snotty nose, but it was real and that was all that mattered.

As promised, he’d met you at his door with wide, open arms that you’d gladly burrowed into. You pressed your cheek into the soft fabric of his henley as the rich smells of garlic and onions wafted in from behind him, making your stomach growled in anticipation. He’d grabbed your bags and pulled you inside, insisting you run yourself a bath and take it easy.

You didn’t fight him for a second and that’s what brought you here- hidden away in Jungkook’s bathroom, poking your toes out of the bubbles and wiggling them as steam rolled off the water. You could hear your boyfriend singing along to music in the kitchen as he sautéed dinner. His voice smooth and rhythmic as he sang just above the r&b melody. Smiling, you let your head rest against the tile, eyes fluttering shut.

You weren’t sure how long you’d stayed that way when a sudden knock on the door jolted you back to the present.

“Babe? You ready for me to join you yet?”

You sputtered, choking on nothing.

“Is that a no? A not yet?” his laughter growing by the second.

“I can’t… um, hear you through the door,” you lied.

Suddenly the knob turned and the door cracked open, just a hair. Panicked, you dipped as far below the bubbles as you could manage. That is until you realized that your sweet boy’s eyes were squeezed shut. His forehead pressed against the door, he wore a grin that lit up his entire face. You couldn’t help but wear a smile to match.

“So, you ready for some company yet? Food’s almost done….and I’ve had a long day too. I’m ready for a soak.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I don’t think there’s room for all that,” you laughed.

“I can make it work. I’m more flexible than I look.”

“I doubt that,” you teased.

“Fine,” He pouted. “I’ll just kiss you then. I’ll keep my eyes closed, I promise.” True to his word, he put his hands out in front of him to guide himself across the room to the bathtub. You snatched the shower curtain and pulled it enough to drape in front of yourself just in case. Crouching beside the tub, jungkook lowered himself until his face was just above yours, a massive smile illuminating his features. You got so lost in how cute the apples of his cheeks were that you almost didn’t notice when his eyes gently opened. Time seemed to still as his smile grew. Nothing else mattered but him. Your heart almost ached at the sight of the pure love in his eyes.

“You cheated,” you whispered just before his lips finally met yours. He greeted you with more passion than you’d expected. You found yourself lost in his kiss as it intensified. you melted into some forceful immortal thing beneath the pressure of his lips. You swore you could do anything when he touched you. It was the spark that kept you alive. For a second, you began to wonder if he really was going to push his way into the water with you. You felt yourself falling back beneath his weight. You were ready to welcome him into your arms, lost and dazed at his touch, only to have him pull back abruptly, leaving your lips to chase after his. His laugh was throaty and low, but his eyes were gentle.

“Sorry. I couldn’t help myself,” he said sheepishly, ducking his chin. You smiled and pulled the shower curtain closer. You were so dizzy with his proximity that you weren’t sure what he could see.

He rose to leave but just before he reached the doorframe, you felt a question bubble out of you. “Did you really miss me that much?”

“What?”

“Did you really miss me so much that you stopped cooking just to kiss me for no reason?”

He studied your winsome express, smiling with a far off look in his eyes. He took his time before he answered. “I always miss you, baby girl,” His voice was small, his downturned eyes didn’t quite meet yours, “ Look, i know today sucked- I know this week sucked. I hate when things fall apart for you, especially when you work harder than anyone I know. It’s not fair you know? I hate seeing you upset, especially when I can’t do anything about it. But.....I’m glad you’re here. Like really glad you’re here. I love having you over. You know that.... I know you’re only here because of the pipe or whatever, but this place is just better when you’re in it. It finally feels like .... home. And I just… I want to take care of you. I like doing that. So I want to make the most of the time I’ve got you here.”

Your heart stopped. The wonder written all across your face ignited a blush on his and crept into the details of his body language. Shoving his hands into his pockets, the bashful look on his face made any resistance left in you completely melt. God, you loved this boy.

“That’s… that’s really sweet of you, Kookie.” The rosy hue of his cheeks blossomed into a deeper flush at the pet name. “I’ll be out in a few minutes, okay?”

He nodded, turning to walk out when your voice stopped him.

“Hey, Kookie?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you…. for everything.”

“Always,” he was such a sucker for praise. His grin split wide across his face, the lightness of his joy causing him to bounce on the balls of his feet. He winked at you and slipped out through the door.

Once he was gone, you squealed quietly into the shower curtain and slipped under the bubbles, giggling to herself at how wonderful he was. Your lips still tingled from his kiss, and your heart buzzed from the sweetness of his presence. Jungkook’s heart was so unassuming. It was so earnest and open that it often caught you completely off guard. You were so headstrong, so stubborn, so determined to make your own way that you often forgot how honest and sweet he was. Jungkook loved that fiery part of you, but he also loved when you let your guard down and just let him adore you like he did tonight. It made you realize that even if everything else in the world fell apart, you’d be alright as long as you had him.

On a whim, before you could lose your nerve, you called out for him. “BABY!”

He popped back through the door, looking startled and out of sorts. “Is everything okay?” His gaze was fixed on the floor but you could tell his brow was furrowed like he thought something was wrong.

You laughed softly. “Of course. I’m just ready to get out of the tub.”

His face scrunched in confusion. “Okayyy... then why did yo-“

“Will you help me?” your eyes dragged up to meet his as he snapped his face toward you.

“Seriously??” He asked, a mischievous sparkle beginning in his dark eyes. You nodded, and with zero hesitation he grabbed a towel and snatched you out of the water with it. You shrieked, bursting into a fit of giggles at how quickly he’d acted. Bundled in the towel and cradled in his arms, you pressed your forehead against his, beaming at him. His smile showed off teeth his perfect teeth, and you pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“you’re an idiot,” you giggled, rolling your eyes at him. Your fingers lazily reached to play with the hair at the nape of his neck as he lovingly looked down at you.

He bent down to nuzzle his nose into your neck. “But you love me though.”

“Says who?” You quipped. He dragged his breath across your skin, placing an open mouthed kiss on your throat as you inhaled sharply.

“You do,” he chuckled darkly. Your head spun at the contact, any discernible train of thought completely lost now. His mouth dipped back along the curve of your jaw and you found yourself digging your fingers further into his hair.

“Jungkook...” your breath caught in your chest.

“Yes?” He looked up through heavy lashes. He stilled when he saw the look on your face. Not the blown out lust he expected, but something more complex. Something deeper.

“I love you,” you whispered, your wide eyes ready to be teased for breaking the moment, but he only smiled and met your lips with his. His passion softened into something sweet as he spoiled you with languid kisses. You realized he was moving you both out of the room now. Gently, he placed your back on the bed, pulling back just enough to give your nose a soft peck.

“I love you too, baby girl,” he breathed before going back to kiss you. He was smiling, you could feel it. Lost in the dazzling spell of his touch, time lost all bearing for the two of you.

And that was how your night went. Lost in each other in a tangle of lips, fingertips and hushed whispers. Crawling out of the knot of towels and sheets to stuff your face with spaghetti, and getting your butt kicked on level 1 after trying to talk smack about his favorite video game. Shoving him for being a brat before being picked up and dragged back to bed. Tracing airy circles against his skin while you both lay wrapped in moonlight while the rest of world is lost to slumber. Sneaking back into the kitchen well after midnight to crawl on the counter draped in his favorite oversized T-shirt as you took turns dipping Oreos and chocolate chip cookies into a jar of nutella. Smearing some on his nose just to kiss it off. Promising secret eternities to each other as he cradled your waist and forgetting any world existed at all outside of this one.

This was life with your jungkook. This was love.

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Thank you SO SO much for reading. Gotta admit, I fell hard for writing boyfriend jungkook. I hope you guys enjoy this and it boosts your spirits if you need it. All the love from my corner of the internet ✨

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aprilqueen84 · 6 years ago

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Surprise Addition

Summary: The Swan-Jones clan is about to get some news that will change their lives forever.

A/N: Hello! So sorry this took so long, lately writers block has hit me something fierce and it’s been a struggle to write. But here it is, this story is set before my other stories, “Special Day,” “The Party,” and “Halloween Treat,” but it also can be read on its own. This story does have WHook/Rogers as a friend of Emma and Killian in it, so if that is not something you enjoy this may not be the story for you. Shout to my Beta @hollyethecurious for looking over this for me.

Tagging: @hollyethecurious, @kmomof4, @jennjenn615, @pirateherokillian, @resident-of-storybrooke, @xemmaloveskillianx, @facesiousbutton82, @nikkiemms, @laschatzi, @capswantrue, @lieutenantpirate, @teamhook, @winterbaby89, @ilovemesomekillianjones, @kymbersmith-90

It was a sunny but cold early April morning in Storybrooke. Even though winter was over, a chill still lingered in the air. Emma was driving to the station for her shift after a rough morning in the Swan-Jones household. First, her alarm didn’t go off this morning because she forgot to charge her phone and it died. Then, it was a nightmare trying to get Hope up and ready. Her usually happy daughter had been unusually grumpy lately, to say she would be happy when the “terrible twos” were over was an understatement. To top it all off, she thought she might be coming down with something, the last couple of days she’d been feeling run down and tired.

After dropping Hope off at the daycare that was run by Ashley, Emma realized she was running late. “Damn it,” she muttered out loud.

Killian had left early this morning on a sailing trip with Henry and Lucy, sort of a father, son, and granddaughter day. Man, that was still strange after all this time, that she had a granddaughter. But I guess when you live in a town full of fairytale beings, where realms where connected and time travel existed, you just learn to go with it, she mused Pulling in front of the station she quickly shut off the car, locked it, and headed inside.

Sitting at one of the desks was Rogers, doing paperwork. After the realms had united, and everything and everyone settled down, he’d reached out to her and Killian. They had all agreed to meet at Granny’s, considered it neutral ground, and when they’d arrived they saw him sitting in a booth with a young blonde woman. She was talking animatedly and gesturing wildly with her hands, watching them together and seeing the fond look Rogers was giving her, she knew immediately who it was, his daughter, Alice.

They had heard from Henry about everything those two had gone through, and seeing them together had warmed her heart. Roger’s had caught sight of them then and raised a tentative hand to them and waved them over. When they made it to the booth he introduced both of them to Alice, and what probably should have been a slightly awkward meeting was actually quite nice. It was Alice, with her exuberance and openness, that put everyone at ease. By the time their lunch was over it was like they were old friends. Since then, Rogers and Alice had become a part of the family, coming to Sunday dinners at her parents farm, to Hope affectionately calling him “Uncle Rogers,” and finally, to him coming to work at the station with them.

Rogers looked up when he heard the station door close to see Emma. “Good morning,” he said with a smile. He could tell that she was a little flustered this morning. “Everything alright, love?” he asked.

Emma gave him a small nod of her head. “Yeah, it’s just been a hectic morning, that’s all,” she told him as she moved to the other desk and sat down.

Rogers leaned back in his chair. “Anything I can do to help?” he asked.

Emma gave him a tired smile, “Only if you can help me find out what the evil doppelganger of my daughter did with my actual daughter,” she joked.

He looked at her in confusion. “I’m afraid I don’t follow love.

She waved her hand in the air. “It’s nothing, just Hope has been sort of difficult lately, not listening, acting out, and having alot of attitude for a two year old,” Emma explained to him in a frustrated voice.

“Ah! Yes, I remember that stage with Alice well, I almost went insane, just be lucky you are not stuck in a tower with her love,” he said good naturedly.

“Any tips on how to combat it?” She begged.

He shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. It’s just a phase love, one shell grow out of eventually,” Rogers said reluctantly with a shrug of his shoulders.

She gave him a playful glare before they both got back to work. Sometime later Emma felt herself start to drag. Standing, she moved toward the coffee maker when a sudden dizzy spell stopped her in her tracks. She gripped the side of the desk to hold herself steady until it passed, opening her eyes she saw Rogers standing in front of her with a look of concern.

“Are you alright, Emma?”

“Yeah, I think I just got up to fast,” she said nonchalantly, moving past him to pour herself a cup of coffee.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he moved closer to her.

Emma nodded her head. “Yes, I’m fine.” She saw the skeptical look on his face, “Really, I am. I have just been so tired lately, and I think I’m getting a bit of a bug.” she paused. “So, okay, I’m not a hundred percent, but it will pass.” She tried to downplay it, but as Emma turned to face him her vision began to blur. The last thing she saw was Rogers shocked face before everything went black.

Emma woke to the sound of beeping. Her eyes slowly opened to the sight of plain white walls of a hospital room. Looking over, she saw her husband sitting in a chair next to the bed.

“Killian,” she whispered.

Killian’s head shot up, relief surging through him at the sight of his wife awake. “Emma? Oh! Thank God,” he exclaimed, raising up from his seat and placing a kiss to her forehead.

“Killian, what happened? What am I doing here?” she asked in panicked confusion.

He sat down beside her. “You fainted, love. Rogers couldn’t wake up, so he called an ambulance,” he soothingly told her.

“I fainted? The last thing I remember was standing by the coffee maker talking to Rogers and them... nothing,” she recounted, looking up at him with nervousness. “Killian, when did you get back? How long have I been out for? Hope! Is Hope okay,” she rambled, her voice raising with each question.

“Shh, Swan. Hope is fine. I had your parents pick her up. You been out for about an hour or so, we had just arrived back when I got the call from Rogers. I think my heart stopped when he told me you were in the hospital,” he confessed, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

She cupped his jaw in her hand and stroked her thumb over his scar. “I’m sorry for making you worry,” she said.

He turned his head and kissed her palm. “Nonsense, Swan. It’s not your fault, but what happened, darling?” he asked.

Emma shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I didn’t sleep very well last night,”

“Again, love?” Killian interjected. “This is the third day in a row you have slept poorly,” he stated worriedly.

“I know. I guess that, on top of not feeling well, just hit me all at once,” she explained.

Killian cocked his head. “You haven’t been feeling well, since when?” His voice was laced with concern.

“Just the last few days,” she said sheepishly. “I thought at first I was just feeling rundown from not sleeping, but the last two days I’ve been waking up really nauseous and-” she stopped mid-sentence, thinking over her symptoms again. The last time she felt this way, she was pregnant with Hope. She did the mental calculations and let out a tiny gasp when she realized she hasn’t had her period since early February.

“What is it?, What’s wrong?” Killian asked, his voice panicked in response to her gasp.

Sitting up, Emma smiled and reached for his hand and hook. “Nothing’s wrong, Killian, but I think I know what’s wrong with me… I think I’m pregnant,” she said excitedly.

Killian’s eyes went wide. “What? Pregnant? Are you sure?”

She nodded her head. “I’m pretty sure. I have all the same symptoms I had with Hope - fatigue, nausea, and my period is very late,” she said with a tearful laugh.

Killian swooped down to catch her lips in a passionate kiss, trying to pour everything he was feeling into the action. Pulling back, he gave her a brilliant smile. “Oh Emma! That is fantastic news! Another little one!” he exclaimed happily

She let out a small laugh. “Hold on, babe. We don’t know for sure that’s why I fainted, we should wait for the doctor.” No sooner had the words left her mouth, Dr. Whale entered the room.

“Emma, so glad to see you’re awake. The gathering in the waiting room will be very happy about that,” he said in greeting.

Emma let out a sigh, and looked up at her husband who is now standing beside the bed. “Who all is here?” she asked with a groan.

Killian reached up to scratch behind his ear. “Well, when I called asking them to pick up Hope from daycare, I, of course, had to tell them why. I told them they didn’t need to come but...” he shrugged a shoulder, leaving the rest unspoken.

“They didn’t listen,” she guessed.

“Do you blame them, love. Their daughter is in the hospital after fainting at work, you knew they would come,” he stated matter-of-factly.

Emma was about to retort when Whale stepped forward. "If I may interrupt, we have the results of you tests back, and Emma… Your pregnant,” he told them.

Killian and Emma’s eyes met, both brimming with happiness about having their suspicions confirmed. “That’s amazing news, I guess that’s why I fainted,” Emma said turning to Whale.

Whale nodded his head and opened the chart that was in his hand. “You were mildly dehydrated which caused your blood pressure to drop,” he informed them.

“Is the baby okay?” Killian asked concerned.

“We won’t know anything until we perform an ultrasound, but I don’t foresee any complications with the fetus,” he said as he looked to Emma. “Your blood pressure is stable, and we have you hooked up to an I.V. that’s giving you fluids, other than that you are in perfect health,” he told them.

Emma and Killian both let out a sigh of relief at the news. “Thank you, Whale,” Emma said..

“Of course. I’ll get your release papers ready, but Emma I want you to take it easy for the next couple of days, okay? Congratulations,” he said and left the room.

As soon as the door was closed their arms went around each other, holding one another close. Killian was the first to speak. “Oh, Swan! We are going to be parents again. Once more you have made me the happiest man alive,” he said enthusiastically.

Pulling back, Emma gave him a beautiful smile. “I’m really pregnant,” she said in awe, leaning forward to press her forehead to his.

A knock broke them apart, a second later the door opened and a woman with dark hair dressed in scrubs walked in, pulling an ultrasound machine behind her. “Hello, my name is Mya and I’ll be performing your sonogram,” she greeted them with a smile.

“Oh!” Emma said surprised. “I didn’t know I was going to be having one so soon.”

“Yes, well, Dr. Whale thought that you might be a little anxious to see how everything is,” she informed them cheerfully.

“Yes, we are,” Killian answered.

Mya clapped her hands. “Okay, if you could please lay back on the bed and lift your gown,” she said as she turned back to turn the machine on.

Emma got ready and looked up at Killian who was already gazing down upon her adoringly. “Ready to see our baby, my love?” he asked tenderly.

She nodded her head, grabbing onto his hand before turning back to Mya who took the bottle of gel and squirted some on her stomach. When it hit her skin, Emma sucked in a breath. “I forgot how cold that is,” she winced.

“Sorry, I sometimes forget to put it on top of the machine to warm it up.” Mya grabbed the wand and placed it on her stomach. “Okay, let’s see what we can see,” She started to run the wand back and forth across Emma’s abdomen before finally saying, “There,” pointing to the middle of the screen.

It couldn’t have been more than the size of a bean, but there it was, their baby. “Is everything okay?” Emma asked, her hand tightening around Killian’s.

“From everything I’m seeing your baby is fine,” Mya reassured them with a smile. “According to this, you are about seven weeks, and if you look right here,” she pointed again at the screen, “you can see the-”

“Heartbeat,” Killian and Emma said in unison, leaning their heads against each others and staring at the life they created. Mya clicked a couple of bottoms, and a few seconds later handed them a print out of the sonogram.

“Well, everything looks great! Just be sure to make an appointment with your doctor soon, and congratulations,” she said before packing up the equipment and leaving the room.

They stared down at the picture in elation. “I still can’t believe it, another baby,” Emma said in amazement.

Killian pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Believe it my, Swan. He or she is right here,” He brought his hand up to rest over her stomach.

Emma turned to face him. “I love you,” she said fiercely.

“And I you,” he said just as fiercely, leaning forward to seal that love with a kiss. They stayed like that for several minutes until finally pulling away, “As much as I would love to stay with you like this all day, I believe we have some people who would very much like to see you,” he told her.

Emma sighed and nodded her head. “You’re right.” She paused biting her lip., “Killian can we maybe keep the news about the baby between us for now, I mean it's still early and...”

“Of course, darling. No need to say anymore,” he gave her one last kiss then left the room.

The next time the door opened her parents walked in followed by Killian who was holding Hope, who upon seeing her mother, immediately started reaching for her, wiggling in her father’s arms. Killian brought her over to Emma who instantly took her, settling her to lay down beside her on the bed. "Hi, baby! Mommy missed you so much." Emma pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her curls.

Snow moved to her daughter's side. "Oh, Emma! We were so worried about you," she fretted

"What happened? No one would tell us anything," David questioned with concern.

"Mom. Dad. It's okay. I was a little dehydrated, and my blood pressure dropped.That caused me to faint, but I'm okay now," Emma said while stroking Hope's dark blonde hair.

They both look at her skeptically, but not wanting to push after her ordeal, they let it go. They talked for awhile before the door opened and nurse came in with Emma's discharge papers ready for her to sign. After handing a reluctant Hope to her grandparents, with plenty of kisses and a promise to be home soon, Emma signed the paper and got ready to go while Killian went to return the papers to the nurse.

Emma had just finished zipping up her boot when she heard the door open. “‘Kay, babe. I’m ready for you to take me home,” she said looking up to see that it was not her husband standing at the door, but Rogers with an amused smile on his face.

“Not that I’m not flattered, but I don’t think my slightly less dashing twin would appreciate that,” Rogers said teasingly, stepping fully into the room.

Emma let out a laugh. “Sorry. Killian went to get me sprung from this place. I thought he was back with good news,” she explained, standing up from the chair.

“I jest, love. I saw your better half in the hall, and asked if I could come sit with you for a while, if that’s alright with you?” he asked, waiting for her approval.

“Of course, it's all right,” she agreed as the two sat down on the sofa.

Roger’s turned to look at Emma. “How are you feeling, lass?”

“Better, thanks. I guess I was more under the weather than I thought.” Emma paused. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out.”

“You did give me quite a fright, but I’m just glad you are okay,” Rogers said with a smile.

They talked for a while, Emma telling him that the doctor wanted her to take it easy for a fews days, so he and Killian would have to man to station. Both stood to say their goodbyes when Rogers said he should be going. A piece of paper fell from the sofa and landed between them. Knowing what it was, Emma tried to reach down quickly to get it, but Rogers beat her to it.

Staring at the black and white photo, Rogers knew immediately what it was. He looked up at Emma. “You’re pregnant,” he stated, handing the photo back to her.

“Yeah, but we didn’t tell anyone else. We wanted to keep it quiet for a little while, you know, with it being so early,” Emma said, taking the photo back from him.

“Congratulations, Emma. I’m so happy for you and Killian,” Rogers said genuinely .

“Thank you. We are still a little surprised," she said with a smile.

"You both had no idea?" he asked curiously

She shook her head. "No. Like I said, I thought I was just sick."

"And is everything okay with the babe?" Rogers asked, gesturing to the photo.

Emma nodded her head. " Oh, yeah! Tip top. Everything is great," she beamed.

Killian walked back into the room and took in the scene before him. His wife and Rogers smiling happily at each other. "What's going on in here?" He asked was walking over to his wife's side. Upon seeing the photo in her hand, he looked up at her.

Knowing where his train of thought was going, Rogers interjected. "It was purely by accident. The picture fell to the ground, and I picked it up."

Killian looked to Emma who nodded her head in agreement. "It's true. He found out by accident."

"Aye. It's wonderful news, and I promise I shall not tell a soul,” Rogers reassured them.

"Thanks, mate. We appreciate that." Killian reached out, and the two men clasped their hands around each other's forearm. Rogers said goodbye, offering to take the first shift tomorrow at the station the next day. After he left, Killian turned to Emma and wrapped his arms around her.

"Now how does going home sound to you, Mrs. Jones?"

Emma's eyes lit up. "That sounds amazing, Mr. Jones."

They stopped by her parents on the way home to pick up Hope. When they got home they spent the rest of the day as a family. Killian and Emma both explained to Hope, in a way the two-year-old could understand, that Mommy had to rest so she could get all better. Their daughter took it upon herself to be Mommy’s “nurse,” telling her to sit on the couch, and bringing her everything she thought Emma needed, from stuffed animals to blankets (with a little assistance from her daddy). Emma, of course, indulged her, happy to see her daughter being so sweet and loving again.

Later that night, after Hope had been tucked into bed with two stories and plenty of kisses, Killian and Emma laid in bed.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” Killian asked.

“My life. Even after all these years, I still can’t believe it's all real. That I was reunited with my son that I had to give up, I’m married to the love of my life, have a beautiful daughter, and now other child on the way. I sometimes think that I’m going to wake up one day to find out it’s all been a dream,” Emma revealed

Killian looked down at her. “I know, Swan. I sometimes have those same thoughts myself. Surely the dreaded Captain Hook could never have a life like this.”

Emma laughed. “We are quite that pair, aren’t we?”

“Aye, that we are. How about when we have those thoughts we come to one another for reassurance, deal?” Killian suggested.

“Deal,” she accepted.

The two sealed it with a kiss, then fell asleep wrapped in the arms of their true love.

The End

#Captain Swan #csff #cs fic #canon compliant #canon divergence #emma swan jones #killian jones #married captain swan #Whook #Detective Rogers #hope swan jones #post s7 ouat

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energonalucard · 6 years ago

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(Story) Anger Management

Is this another cross post from my AO3?! Why, yes! It is one indeed! But this one is older and ha a lot more going for it all around the plot section. Because it’s based on actual plot and is just one thing I really want to explore, in a kind of way. Basically Madic from the Soldine and Orangeman series, but when he was first imprisoned. Yes, I know, he probably ran out of the chemicals that made him go Mad in the first place when sitting in the cell and started to gain a bit of his senses over time. This, is a small bit of that in my eyes.

another story that was partially inspired back in the day by @girzapata6 and my Psych professor, mostly on our Sociopath unit. :D

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Relationships:

Demoman & Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Orangeman & Madic (Freak Fortress 2)

Characters:

Demoman (Team Fortress 2)

Orangeman (Team Fortress 2)

Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Madic (Team Fortress 2)

HECU (GMod)

Soldier (Team Fortress 2)

Soldine (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags:

Prison

Anger Management

Anger

Therapy

Depression

Starvation

TF2 Freaks

Regret

Angst with a Happy Ending

Heavy Angst

Alcohol

Sensory Deprivation

Anxiety

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In Evo City's HECU base, Freaks that harm the city are housed here upon capture. One such catch is Madic, an ex-medic who murders based upon his unpredictable bursts of anger.

And now he's hit rock bottom, refusing food and barely drinking water. Orangeman watches mournfully--as an old teammate of Madic's--as he shrivels away in Anger Management.

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Notes:

This is set after "Soldine vs. Madic" but before "Enemies of Old" and "Operation: HECU Correctional Facility".

So, yeah. Check them out to understand this story first! Or don't... But I recommend it! :)

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Anticipation. Adrenaline. And, anxiety. Worry. Nervousness. Unease. Pity. This place. Anger. Madic looked down at his a gloved hands with deep thought. He flexed his fingers as he waited for his counselor to arrive to work, finding his fingers stiff from gripping the arm of the chair too long. He looked around the bright lit room and noticed some materials his counselor must have left behind in his haste to get home before their show came on last night. Madic tried not to think about it. Tried not to think of anything from the outside world he once thought trivial, and now would crave simply for stimulus. Madic tapped his chairs arms in anticipation as time crawled around him like a Spy lying in wait. He couldn't tell what day it was anymore, and he could barely tell if it the sun was out anymore from being locked in a cell for so long. He used to be able to tell when night fell and when the sun rose by the changing of the guards in his cell block. But when two guards started complaining about the numbers of hours they worked and how many of them died in a month, the shifts became erratic along with the people who'd visit him. Some guards were nicer than others, like Ruben and his long talks about the outside world... even if it was mostly the rising political party HECU didn't want to see in power. Some guards were neutral, doing their job and leaving when they were supposed to and ignoring Madic and the drunk Demo freak that always blubbered in the cell across from him. And some guards caused Madic to spring in his cell like an enraged monster in how bad they treated him, usually causing a team of guards to come in and tase him if he didn't settle down. Madic was sure the only reason he could understand English anymore is because of these guards and his counselor, and he hated and feared the fact he couldn't seem to muster his own conversations anymore in German. Maybe his brain was simply fried from all the chemical abuse he performed on himself, maybe his brain saw his native German as a hindrance to his situation and simply hid it away. He gripped his chair harder, feeling uneasy and nervous in the large monitoring room that served as his chamber for anger management. He jumped out of his thoughts, and his skin, when the giant metal door that separated him from the human staff opened up. A person, clumsy and in the ugliest winter sweater Madic has seen to date, stumbled in with a cloth bag and the biggest smile they could muster. "Sorry, sorry!" They said and slipped on one of their loafers that had got caught in the door, dancing to put their shoe back on. After they entered, two guards came in after the counselor, making the rooms calm demeanor turn serious when they stood at either side of the door, guns at the ready in their hands. Madic had long gotten used to the procedure and shifted in his seat as the counselor settled in their seat across from him. The bag hit the floor and Madic cast a glance at it. The cloth bag was large and brimming with tools to help him in whatever therapy method they had today. On top was a stack of ink blot papers and a unmarked leather bound book Medic couldn’t make out very well. A diary, perhaps? He glanced back at his partner, and his face shifting in annoyance. "What took you so long?" Madic hissed, glaring at the person as they digged in their bag. "Your usually more professional." "Sorry, I just had the longest night." They said cheerily, pulling out a clipboard and a green pencil. "That show I was talking about, remember? The power went out at my house and I went to a friends not too far away to watch it, and I fell asleep on their couch by accident..." They trailed off to laugh and Madic felt his lip twitch downwards. He was never in a good mood, he was the Madic for a reason. His blood pressure shot up at random intervals just by looking around and being able to think about stuff. It wasn’t that he hated certain things, but it was just in his nature to find find the bad in everything. That fueled the fire of his already existing emotions and personality and caused him extreme amounts of rage. Or so his counselor says. They said a lot of things to him and sometimes about him while he’s in the same room. It’s taxing not to rip them to shreds for it.

The counselor jotted down something after his response to their story and Madic heart jumped in their chest. Wait, they were already starting this? Okay, they were getting down to business today.

The person's smile wavered a bit and put the clipboard and pencil down, the pencil laying strategically over whatever they had written on the bold black line. Now that got Madic paranoid, had they made that up to test him? It wouldn’t be the first time HECU played him, and certainly was not the last, but Madic hated it when they tricked him or ran experiments on his well-being. That’s what this person was here for, after all, so why ruin it by causing distrust between the doctor and the patient. Or so they say, Madic had no idea if this person was even a real doctor and not a random friendly guy off the street they just employed to fool him...

His body must have given away some signals at his heightened state of tension, for the counselor raised both hands gently onto the table to show they weren’t going to do anything. “Woah! I’m simply recording the time, I swear.”

Madic flexed his hands on the arms of the chair, feeling stupid and flustered from his accusation. The counselor lifted up the pencil and, indeed, it showed a time and date on it. Madic's face flushed even harder, his eyes looking at the table in dismay.

The counselor didn’t let him stew for long as they smiled sheepishly at him. “It’s my fault, sorry. I forgot your paranoia, my friend.”

“We’re not friends.” The ex-doctor sneered and straightened himself in his seat. He didn’t like being patronized, sure he had anger issues or whatever, but that gave nobody the right to just pity him. He was capable of amazing feats.

“I see.” The counselor said and pulled their gloves off slowly. “And I assume you are not referring to me as a doctor either, still…?”

“You are correct.” Madic said and kneaded his nails into the seat’s arm. Of course he wouldn’t, because this man was no actual doctor.

“All right then, let’s get started, then.” The gloves went into the bag and out came the images of his previous crime scenes. He could tell by the label on the folder that read "Madic" and a list of numbers. Oh god dammit.

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Orangeman watched with his cup of coffee as Madic rolled his eyes at the images and therapist in front of him. He watched as the Freak, strapped to the chair from his feet to his arms, slowly watched as the man flipped through the pages and tried to get a response out of his patient. Orangeman knew these tactics, it was a remorse tactic to see if the Freak was sentient and capable of changing, and Madic was proving himself uncooperative by staring right through the images he was show. The giant metal room he was in was being monitored by six scientists and seven guards, including the ones inside the room, and he was still being recalcitrant.

Orangeman drank a bit of his coffee-Scrumpy concoction and watched as the Freak made a very pissed off face at a certain picture, turning away. The monitored conversation picked up the ex-doctor saying that wasn’t anything he’d done, and processed to not look at the picture until another one covered it up. The therapist jotted something down and continued on from there, sliding pictures into view to get a reaction. Orangeman’s coffee-alcohol mixture tasted bitter in his own mouth as the Freak looked pissed again and said that was not his doing again.

Bloody hell, what were they showing him? And what was this kind of exercise?

A scientist to his right twisted a nob and the demolitions expert heard the sound of a machine beeping in rapid bursts and papers rustling. He followed the noise, and found a heart monitor off to the side with Madic’s prisoner number and class type on it, beeping faster than usual with the scientist writing something down as they watched it. A small machine under it was writing lines after lines on a piece of paper and had the same colored wires as the ones leading into the wall and into the girdle around the Madic’s abdomen and arm strap.

A polygraph, what the hell? He heard of interrogations going like this, but what were they even doing with this information? Madic was in here for anger management, why was he hooked up to a polygraph? He’s both glad and upset he wasn’t a scientist to get to understand what they were doing to the Freak.

He watched on, sipping his drink, as Madic was questioned and shown images for some reason. The mercenary either answered with a humm, grunt, or a declaration that it was not him who did that. It almost reminded Orangeman of those tests in the optometrist when they ask which on of the two lenses you can see better out of, but far more scary and surreal.

Once the final picture came up, the therapists hesitating with this one, Madic’s eyes roamed the page like a man who recognized something in the picture but couldn’t place his finger on it. He stared through this picture like he did with the many others and Orangemen was almost keen on leaving the man to do his therapy before the ex-doctor grunted in his throat, almost like a wounded animal and tried to shift away.

Over the monitor, he heard, “I’ve never heard that before.”

“Shut up.” Was all that answered them.

The therapist turned the picture around and looked at it themselves, ignoring what Madic had just told them. “What’s wrong with this picture? Is it… the bodies? As a doctor, I don’t think you’d be squeamish, maybe it’s something else…”

“You know damn well what’s the problem.” The Freak hissed and pulled at the restrains on the chair, making it whine in protest. All the machines inside the room with Orangeman started to beep louder and faster, the scientist scrambling. “Tell me, what is that photo? Why are you showing me these? I don’t know anything… I’ve been stuck here for god knows how long.”

Orangeman saw the guards in the room train their guns on the Freaks body, their laser sights putting a small red dot between the Freaks eyes to scare him. Orangeman knew they wouldn’t, they hadn't actually needed to kill a Freak in so long and he’d be damned to find out if Madic can regenerate, much less die . There was no way they’d shot him without repercussions.

The monitor spoke up again. “You don’t remember these places? These people?”

Madic scoffed again. “If your going to tell me I did every single one of these, I don’t want to hear it. I am not going to apologize and I am not going to tell you how I feel, I am not telling you anything. I’ve had enough of this pseudo-science experiment and…”

“This was a baby Madic.” The therapist said, looking at one of the photos in the pile before showing it, Madic sliding as far away from it now as he can. “On one of your rampages…”

Orangeman wanted to spit out his coffee and run. He was half-scared they were going to show him a picture like they were showing Madic, and was about to run away from it. Orangeman saw a lot of things dealing with Freaks in Evo City, having a large population of humans in such a small area meant you were bound to see something new everyday if a Freak came along. But Orangeman had never been on one of those missions to send help to those in a crisis, he was sent with Soldine to deal with the monster ruining lives. He’s never actually seen much of dead children and babies, and would like to keep it that way.

How could Madic do such a thing? Orangeman all of a sudden didn’t know what he was feeling. It was a swarm of discernible emotions, and he felt a little woozy just standing there. Should he appeal to have Madic removed from therapy and into confinement? He felt that was too rash, Madic was clearly recoiling from the photos but...

A small gag of disgust sounded across the monitor. “Stop, I know what it is.” Madic barked, slipping back like a kicked dog baring its fangs. “Your chalk out lines and the clothing gave that away…”

“We have the photos of the family, here” The therapist pulled out two more and Madic looked less startled by these, but with no less revolution. “These are the…”

The therapist was cut off by Madic who was speaking softer now, “The parents, yes. I can tell.”

“Yes?” The therapist said, and shuffled the pictures around so Madic could see them all. “These are all taken from crime scenes off the mountain you lived on. I’m sorry I had to show you these, really. I never want to do this to any of my patients, it's a travesty and a low blow.”

“But it's your job. And their monitoring me.” Madic said and looked away. His eyes trained on the guards who had seemingly backed up back into their places at the door. “And your still not a doctor.”

The room was silent, all but a fan was quiet and still, and finally, the therapist sighed. Through the monitor, Orangeman heard the therapists sigh and put all the papers into a cream colored folder before pulling out a book with stickers hanging out of it as bookmarks. “Alright. We’ll continue as usual from here.”

“As normal as me wearing a girdle and wires?” Madic asked and let his back slump, he must be trying to mess with the readings to be cheeky, lowering the tension.

“As normal as always.” The therapist said and opened up the book with a loud pop of the cover.

Orangeman saw the two begin to do something in the book and Madic listen as the therapist droned on. The Freak was a sight to just stare at sometimes; graying skin and mysterious darker grey patches over veins you can see through his light colored skin, irises almost a pale and dull blue that seemed to disappear into a sickly green-white when he went berserk, his eyes were bloodshot around the rims, and his teeth are pasty white and felt like you were watching a horror movie villain with their stainless teeth. Does this man look like he could kill a helpless family? Yes.But does Orangeman know enough about this man now to feel remorse, pity, and reluctance to give up his treatment. Maybe.

It was hard to tell. He wasn’t drunk enough yet to deal with most of his problems and his job right now. His coffee had cooled off a while ago, so he chugged it and the alcoholic contents down before it got cold.

Shit, it wasn’t enough. He felt seemingly still conscious enough to feel his growing panic grow even more. His thoughts were a bit jumbled but it wasn’t enough to deal with this kind of nonsense. He sat down on a swivel chair a scientist had evacuated earlier and pulled out an emergency flask of vodka. This was going to be a hard day to deal with.

He barely had a second to take a drink before the familiar silhouette of Soldine and a HECU officer stepped into the room. This wasn’t good. Orangeman let the liquid he had in his mouth slid down his throat swiftly as he looked up at the two, making eye contact with the correctional Officer alone as Soldine refused to shift his gaze from the door that Madic was housed behind.

“Mornin’, ye two.” Demoman waved and gave them a suspicious eyeing. “Wha’ brings ye down here while therapy’s happenin’?”

The correctional Officer let Orangeman stand up before addressing him firmly, and stiffly. “We’re here for the Madic, we’re taking him to the medical wing as per ordered by the Chief Medical Officer. I was hoping we’d find you before you were… intoxicated, to help us escort him.” The man ruffled his tie like it was some symbol to scare Orangeman into submission. Like hell it did.

“I’m fine, I can do meh job jus’ fine.” Orangeman said and stood next to the RED cyborg that was staring forward. “No need to run me away.”

The Officer didn’t seem convinced but allowed Soldine to address the operative in his metallic voice. “The Freak known as Madic has severely lost weight and is slowly dropping in performance. His recovery is to be halted this evening after the scientists have monitored how his lack of proper nutrients is effecting his body…”

Orangeman listed as Soldine started to list off what they were measuring for and felt his singular eye widen in shock. The bloody man was starving himself? Why? The Madic never seemed like a self-punishing type with all his fits of rage he’s had in his cell after a few rowdy guards made him go berserk. Orangeman went numb again, unable to process what he was hearing for a second before slowly growing more pity and sorrow for his ex-teammate. Oh bloody hell.

“... blood pressure, heart health, durability, arousal…” Soldine continued on, but stopped as Orangeman started to let random blubbering out when he said the last word.

The Officer wasn’t having it today. “It means attentiveness, don’t be unprofessional.”

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Madic looked at his hands in the binds of the chair and let the situations he had been in throughout his life, swallowing a bit of spit his mouth caused when he thought of a few things that started to make him angry. His counselor slowly let out their own breath and took a deep breath again across from him, teaching Madic how to control his breathing if he ever felt angry. Madic knew the biological factors getting angry made a person do; intense breathing, adrenaline, slowing of the non-fight or flight response systems, incoherent thought processes, and more; but he’d never been… in control long enough to not cause harm. Hell, most of the time, he fueled the anger subconsciously to make himself angry and to feel the power…

But still, to make something subconscious you had to have made yourself start doing it consciously and willingly. Madic didn’t know how to process that exactly, as he couldn’t remember being voluntarily angry, just angry in the end.

He took a deep breath as he felt stressed and his blood pressure picked up, only soothing himself enough to remember what his counselor told him. Don’t think about what has brought you down… it's already done, and you can’t undo it. Just think of his eventual freedom, his eventual recover…

He took a deep breath once again, holding it a second as his mind raced again but with images of… just anything really. Things that didn’t mess with his current state. Solitary in the barn of Harvest in Fall with all of its crisp smells, the freedom of walking the streets again with no fear, a bed…

He just relaxed, holding his breath a bit longer...

And the air was scared out of his lungs as the door behind the counselor screeched open like an eerie horror movie door. The two soldiers stood at full attention and the newcomers all filed into the room by the doorframe. First came in a correctional Officer in his grey bulletproof vest and multi-purpose belt for handling Freaks, looking as bit of a mood ruiner as ever. Next came Soldine, the cyborg making the most annoying robotic noise as he moved with his shorter legs, much to Madic’s discomfort. Orangeman was next, the Scot wearing not his normal jumpsuit and armor but a two piece tracksuit and a simple bulletproof vest, suggesting he wasn’t on duty just yet.

The room was quiet all except for Madic’s rustling in his chair as the Officer looked at his counselor. It was awkward even after the officer began to speak, making the room more tense.

“We have already discussed why I’m here, counselor, and we’ll be taking your charge now.” The Officer said and the two soldier’s at the door marched on over to Madic, being rough as they undid the restraints around his body and chest.

The counselor, much to Madic’s current chagrin, simply put everything away and looked at Madic with the most regretful blank stare he had ever seen. This situation was not helping his rising blood pressure, and he felt light headed as well as they cuffed his wrists together and hefted him up onto his own two feet. He could stand under his own weight, but the blood rushing in his ears told him he was luck these men were basically dragging him by now.

“May I appeal to follow?” The counselor asked the Officer quietly as Madic was escorted out.

“You may.” The Officer stated and waited to leave the room until Soldine and Orangeman made meat shields in front of him to follow the escorted Freak. “But do not interfere.”

“Wouldn’t think of it.” The counselor sneered. “Sir.”

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“My, my.” The CMO sang, clicking their tongue on the roof of their mouth as a reflex. “What have you done to your body this time, mein freund .”

Madic didn’t even glance at the doctor, because he couldn’t. His body was laid flat on his back and his limbs were spread out across the bed he was strapped down upon. Sure, the restraints weren’t made of metal and holding each limb like he was some criminal and were actually made of a hard rubber that simply held him at his waist and ankles to avoid him getting up, but it still felt weird. He had one of the rubber straps on his forehead and had let it stay there in place even if the CMO in the room didn’t care if he took it off. He just let it be for the sake of reason to just stare, and breath.

“I can understand the melanin drop in your pigmentation, as you’ve been locked inside for over two months. But I’m surprised at how you managed to change your tyrosinase enzymes in your eyes, very creative. Not only that, but whatever is swimming in your veins is very fascinating, if only I could get you to share your secrets…” The doctor continued, talking to the air wistfully. At least this guy can learn to take a hint after a while of bugging him and only getting his request denied. “I haven’t seen you personally since you got tazed two weeks into your stay, so I’m very glad to get to see you again… just not under these circumstances.”

Madic looked around the bright light above him and let his eyes adjust as the doctor bent down above him, his familiar looking face almost uncanny to his own. Madic will never fully understand, ever, how so many people in the same profession… ex-profession as him and look the same as him. But, that’s just one of those mysteries he’ll try to dig up when he’s…

… Free. He’ll never be free, that’s the problem. It was hopeless to think like he was, it was…

He took a deep breath… and closed his eyes. Calm. He felt the rising pits of anger at his circumstance and let his breath go. He continued to this as he waited for it all to be over.

“I mean; your underweight and your water intake is below average, your obviously skipping meals or eating only wheat products, your stomach lining is normal but on the verge of shrinking…” The doctor said, accent thickening as he went. “I can’t believe they allowed you to get this bad. It’s not much: losing twelve pounds in a month, but 8 pounds is the most I will accept as healthy and you were the weight healthy for your age. But I’m sure we both know we can get you back in proper order in no time… but there is the lingering possibility of this happening again.”

“No, we’re slowly working on his mental health,” Madic heard his counselor near the edge of the room, and he was glad to hear a voice on his side for a change. “I just… didn’t spot the signs he wasn’t eating properly.”

“Of course you didn’t, its not your job to weigh him.” The Officer said in the corner of the room as well. “That’s our scientists job before your allowed to see him.”

“Yes,” the doctor agreed suspiciously, “the scientist who directly report to you everyday. If I didn’t need this job, I’d insinuate something, sir.”

“Its best you don’t.” The Officer said, toneless.

“Yes sir.” The doctor agreed dismissively and started to scribble something down on a clipboard.

Just. Breath.

A soft beeping noise filled the room, and only Madic seemed jostled by the sudden noise. He opened his eyes and looked at the group of four people in the corner, the Officer rolling his sleeve over top of a watch he was done reading. Soldine's shoulders straightened and Orangeman never stopped staring at him, his therapist was glaring at the man in a uniform but in the back of the group.

"Team of zombies, spotted in the third back alley, Waails’ Street, off Evo City's underbelly." He sighed, obviously not amused he has to put off something as simple as Madic's predicament for later. "Soldine, Orangeman. We're rolling out from the garage in an hour. Get ready."

"Yes sir." Soldine saluted and started to follow him out the door, escorting his counselor out as well.

The doctor beside Madic was gone as well it seemed, he knew the Chief Medical Officer was a slick and sly army medic, but it was fine with the Freak. He looked about the room freely, but his head still restrained by the rubber strap and making his neck put in work.

This is fine.

What wasn't fine, was Orangeman just staring at him from the corner of the room like he had nowhere to be but here. He had a job to do and -- obviously -- the ex-medic wasn't really apart of that. He shifted on the bed and worked out his stiff arms. Why did the CMO have to be so through...?

Probably because he worked with dangerous Freaks for a living -- the supernatural or metahuman beings that can do amazing feats -- and has patched up more humans then Madic's hit his head on the bars of his cell since arrival.

Now your using your head! He heard his imaginary counselor say in his head and felt amused that now the strange person had shown kindness to him and stuck up for him, that gained the not-doctor a place in his mental psyche.

See, your capable of--

"I know the food ain't great, and I know its depressin' here, mate," The man in orange finally spoke, "but ye can't just not eat."

"Why? You offering to be my meal again?" Madic smiled and remembered their fight in Madic's old lab atop the mountain nearby. It had been fun, seeing a Demoman running around his base as prey instead of... of...

Families. Teenagers camping. Men practising mountainclimbing as a hobby.

Shit...

"No, far from it, lad." The man in orange had his face scrunched up in disgust at the idea if going through that again. "Jus'... Ye had a problem mate, ye caused a problem an' now ye have to fix it..."

"Fix?" Madic hissed. This hunter had no idea what he was saying, obviously. "I don't have to fix anything; as you can tell from my file I left no one alive that I've meet except you and that cyborg. So, I don't think I can fix anything here."

The silence that followed after the Demoman in his track suit pulled a flask was pounding in Madic's ears. His ear's were ringing again, and he took deep breaths as he watched the Demoman swig whatever he had in his backup flask. Madic's mouth watered a bit at the memory of the beverages he used to not savor with a Spy who had offered it from so many years ago. He nearly regretted it when he found himself watching the Demoman pull the flask down to glance at him, being caught staring.

"Ay, want so?" Orangeman offered but shook it a bit to measure what he hadn't drunk. "Almost gone, could use a new brand anyway. Smirnoff isn't mah thin'."

At the mention of the name, Madic perked up. "How are you still standing after that drink?"

"Lad, if I can drink five bottles ah whiskey before passing out then vodka ain't gonna do me in with this little flask." Orangeman said, slightly prideful at that.

"I don't believe you." Madic said in full belief that he was right. "Probably not even vodka."

"Offer still stands." And he shook his flask to symbolise he wasn't lying.

Madic looked around for the CMO and finds no one. The man was probably trying to worm his way into the mission roster to get a sight of the zombies running around in Evo City. He couldn't blame the man if he was, he had once been the same way before he learned he had enjoyed healing more then hurting.

How that changed.

"Fine. What do I have to lose?" Madic said calmly, but felt jittery from all the nerves he had. Vodka. An outside world pleasure was being offered to him. To hell if it was a trick, he literally had nothing to lose. If he can have his head blown off, then poisoned vodka won't have any lasting effect.

"Alrighty then." The demolition expert said and walked over to Madic, seeing the twitching of the ex-medic from this luxury.

Orangeman hated this places treatment of the Freaks. Yes, they were super powered and dangerous when not kept safely contained, but they were still needing of basic rights. Somewhere along the way, someone in the seat of command had allowed Madic to spiral into despair and not eat. And they should know to, since they have to come by and take his ration plate from Madic and someone had bound to notice.

But no. Nobody had told anyone. His counselor didn't even know what he had been going through. And the CMO had done all the connecting he needed to feel even more weary of all this prison stuff. Sure, Madic needed the therapy and they were capable of giving it to him before they let him loss again, but it needs to be done ethnically.

And Madic needs to survive this place, first and foremost. It was unlikely the HECU would change simply for one Freak already making progress towards freedom.

As Orangeman put the flask close to the restrained Freak, he barely tipped it before making a humming noise in his throat. The Madic looked at him with disdain; he probably thought Orangeman was about to use his vulnerability against him or do something else Spy would do in this situation. Orangeman tried not to get offended, because Madic has been through some devious things while in HECU.

He looked at the Freak, mind already made up long ago at what he wanted. "I'll let ye drink..." He said sweetly, shaking the bottle gently. "If ye eat everythin' they give yah from now on, and take better care of yahself. This prison is only temporary, and I see the change in ye. For better."

Madic blinked. That was unexpected. His facial features warped into an expression of sheepish discomfort. The idea wasn't unpleasant, and the thought of the liquid fire before him made him crave some food so long ago by Engineer that he felt his stomach growl heavily. Maybe he might just be fine...

Maybe he wouldn't. He didn't know how long he'd felt that hollow and aching feeling in his chest, but all he knew was every thought of who he killed or families he ruined made him gag at food, push away water, and chase away sleep to wallow in his cell till Ruben the security guard was on shift or he meet with his counselor. Was he going to be fine?

"Alright." Madic conceded. Unsure on the inside as he answered, "I accept."

"I'll take yer word on it, mate. Ye get all the rest of mah flask before I leave for the mission." Orangeman said, forcing a smile on his face. "Cheers!"

As he tilted the rim onto the Madic's lips, the vodka trickling down as slowly as the Demo can allow it to not choke the Freak and not stop pouring. The guy had to be years out of practise of handling alcohol, so Orangeman tried to be as generous as he could.

"Chug! Chug!" He said, slightly elated at the scrunched up face of the ex-medic trying to drink it all without coughing. "Ye can do it."

And with a harsh flick of his wrist, the bottle was turned so all that was left in the bottle could no longer hide and slid into the Madic's mouth. As soon as the drops stopped, Madic turned his head to the side and coughed.

"My head..." The Madic coughed lighter now. "Is laying down. You could have drowned me!"

"Sorry!" The Demo said sheepishly, but with no regret as the Freak's face flushed from the alcohol. The flush was a familiar pink against the pale grey skin, almost making him look familiar in complexion. "At least it was vodka, right?"

"Go fight your..." Madic let out a small cough to clear his throat this time. "Zombies, Cyclops."

"Yer very welcome." Orangeman jokingly mocked and put his flask away for refilling in a bit. He turned on his heels with a small wave as his departure to the strapped in Freak.

There was no telling if Madic would listen to his request, or honor his promise from here. Orangeman just had to hold hope for the man.

Yes, man. He made up his mind about the ex-doctor now, and he wasn't drunk yet. He was going to do great things, he just needed to give the man something to hope for.

Even for the simple things. Even if its slowly.

#My Works #Team Fortress 2 #TF2 #Freak Fortress 2 #FF2 #Madic #Medic #Orangeman #Demoman #Soldine #Soldier #girzapata6 #This one is a lot better in my opinion #But I madesome mistakes of course because #[reason redacted]#;d

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