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och405o · 2 years ago

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Inconvenient attachment Pt3- Sung Hanbin

Paring: Student!hanbin x Fem!reader

Warning: Mentions of food, Not proofread

Word Count: 1677

Andy’s notes: Alright this one is kinda all over the place but still better than the last chapter

The loud beeping filled the room. Light spilled in through the window as Hanbin stirred. He reached over and turned off his alarm before stretching. He rubbed his eyes and put his glasses on. Hanbin rose to his feet and walked into his bathroom to get ready for the day. He took a quick shower before going to his closet to get dressed. He let out a small hum as he decided. He eventually put on a pair of light blue ripped jeans and white t shirt. He walked into the kitchen and made some breakfast for himself and his roommate before heading back to his bathroom to brush his teeth. He grabbed his bag from the floor and slipped on a pair of white sneakers. He opened the door as he was ready to leave, and was immediately hit by the cool air. He went back inside and closed the door behind him. Hanbin placed his bag on the floor and kicked off his shoes, before hurrying back to his closet. He quickly grabbed a beige cardigan. He pulled it on as he walked back to the door. He grabbed his bag and slipped his shoes on again, before finally leaving for the day.

You woke up before your alarm went off. You grabbed your phone, turned off the alarm and went to get ready for the day. You put on a pair of black baggy jeans and a light blue sweater. You brushed your teeth and went downstairs. Checking, the time you let out a soft sigh. You grabbed your back and slipped your white sneakers on before leaving the apartment. You walked to the elevator. You waited for the doors to open before stepping inside. You put your headphones on and started to play “TIC TAC” by 8turn. You hummed along to the song and pressed the button for the lobby. As the elevator began its descent, You quietly sang along . You were glad no one else was there. Once you reached the lobby, you started to walk to the bus stop.

The air was frigid, and the wind only made it worse. You put your hands in your pockets as you sat down on the old, blue bench and waited for the bus. You looked down the street as you saw the big white and green bus get closer to the stop. You stood up and picked your bag up. You waited until it came to a stop before boarding. You pulled a small coin out of your pocket and paid for the bus fare. Once you had paid, you made your way to one of the seats. You sat next to a little girl who you assumed was on her way to school. The little girl, who was about 6 years old, looked up at you, admiring your long pink hair. You smiled at the small girl. The little girl quickly looked away, embarrassed. You let out a small giggle before looking out the window.

Soon they arrived at your campus. You said goodbye to the girl and exited the bus. The cold air once again attacked your pale skin. You quickly began to walk to your first lecture. Once you entered the hall. You let out a relieved sigh as you immediately started to warm up. You looked around the room before noticing a familiar face. With a soft smile, you walked over to the boy.

“Oh hi Hanbin I didn’t know you took this class.” You nervously clutched your bags strap.

Hanbin looked up from his book and smiled fondly. “You, Hi” He moved his belongings from the seat next to him. “Do you want to sit here?” he asked. You nodded. “Oh sure” You set your things on the table and sat down next to the male. You glanced over at him and smiled softly to yourself as you got ready for class.

After class was over, you placed your stuff back in your bag and turned towards Hanbin. You tossed your bag over your shoulder as he turned to you. “Do you have any other classes after this?” He asked awkwardly.

You shook your head. “Not until 2” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and checked the time. The three bold digits shone brightly ‘10:33’.

Hanbin bit the inside of his cheek. “Do you want to go to this cat cafe I found?”

You smiled brightly. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” You pushed your hair out of your face as you followed Hanbin out of the building. He led you to a cafe. He clutched the strap of his bag tightly. He glanced over at you and admired the way you seemed to glow in the morning sun.

After a short walk, they made it to the cafe. Hanbin opened the door and turned to you. “After you.” You walked through the door and looked around the small yet welcoming cafe. Hanbin closed the door behind him and stood next to you as a few cats looked at them.

“ Welcome to Puchimarry Cat Cafe. I’m the owner, Kobe Shuji.” He smiled warmly as he grabbed some menus and tied on his apron. “Sit where you like”

Hanbin turns towards you and gave you a soft smile before walking over to a small table by the window. He placed his bag down and settled on the floor. You did the same before trying to call over a small orange cat. The small cat looked over at you. He stood up and did a big stretch. The cat jumped off the cat tower in the corner and walked over to you. He laid in your lap and purred contently. Hanbin looked at you with so much adoration. You began to slowly pet the cat. You gently grabbed the collar and looked at the tag. “His name is Yoshi.” You looked up at Hanbin. Your eyes shined with so much joy and happiness. Soon they ordered their drinks and continued to play with the cats.

“If you see one you like, all cats here are for adoption,” said Shuji. You, who was still playing with Yoshi, looked up at the man.

“Wait really?” you turned to Hanbin. “Would it be stupid to adopt a cat?” you asked with the biggest smile painted across your face.

“I mean maybe, but if you don’t adopt him, then I will.” He smiled widely. You thought about it for a moment.

“Okay, okay, I’ll adopt him.” You picked up the small cat.

“Great, I’ll go get the paperwork!” Shuji said before disappearing into the backroom.

Hanbin reached out to pet the fluffy cat in your arms. “I think he is lucky to be going home with someone like you.” He mumbled quietly. You smiled softly, a soft blush crept across your face.

“I just hope my room mate doesn’t kill me,” you let out a weak laugh as Shuji came back into the room to hold a pen and some paper, along with some essential things for Yoshi. You gently set Yoshi down and went to sign the papers.

“The adoption fee is $70 plus $45 for all of the accommodations.”

You nodded and signed the papers. You reached into your bag and grabbed your wallet to pay. You pulled out your card and paid the fees. Hanbin paid the bill for their lunch. He then reached into his bag and pulled out a small sticky note. He grabbed the pen that you previously used and quickly scribbled down his number before slipping it into your bag for you to find later. You guided Yoshi into his crate, before standing up and turning to Hanbin.

“I can walk you home if you’d like?” He offered. You nodded.

“Yeah okay, let's go. I don’t live far.” You picked up the crate and thanked the workers as they left.

They walked down the street in comfortable silence for a few minutes, before Hanbin finally spoke.

“Have you lived in Kyoto long?” He glanced at you before looking back in front of him.

“No, not long. I’m from Okoyama. I moved here for university last year.”

“I’ve always wanted to go there. It looks so pretty from the picture I’ve seen.” He slowed his steps. “ I’ll have to go at the end of the semester, when we get a break.”

“Deffently, I might have to take you. No better way to experience it than having a tour from a local.”

Hanbin laughed lightly as they approached your building. The two stopped and looked at each other.

“Well is it. Thank you for today Hanbin, it was a lot of fun.” You sat the cat down.

“I’m glad I could be a good source of entertainment.” He rubbed the back of his neck. Without thinking, You quickly hugged him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. Hanbin froze for a moment. He felt heat rise to his checks as he slowly reciprocated the hug. He wasn’t much taller than you so he placed his hands gently on your back, burying his head in your neck to hide his blush.

Hanbin was always one to notice the small things. Like if the birds chirp in the morning of if the bus is taking a different route, or how you smell like sweet vanilla. A familiar scent that is welcoming and warm. Just that alone was enough to make his heart flutter. He slowly pulled away and let out an awkward chuckle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said softly, hoping you wouldn’t notice his flushed face.

“I can’t wait.” You smiled, before picking up the carrier and walking into your building. Hanbin watched you walk away. He sighed to himself before leaving. He decided to look up things to do around the area. Pulling out his phone he went to Google and eventually settled on walking along the Kamogawa river. He had heard from classmates it was a beautiful place and luckily you didn’t live too far, so he put the directions in his phone and started his walk.

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meteorrogers · 4 years ago

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the secret charm of forbidden things | a. b.

summary: you piss off your professor

pairing: professor!andy barber x reader

warnings: professor/student relationship, student humiliation (nothing serious), fluff, smut (+18 pls), daddy kink, spanking, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (and like the most unoriginal plot); let me know if i missed something!

word count: 3,478 (approx)

a/n: i really tried to avoid writing this shit but my brain just wouldn’t let it go, so i’m really sorry for this. also, i’m not a smut writer so this couldn’t be more poorly written. sorry for that too *nervous laughter* i hope there are some readers out there who enjoy cliché stories lol. oh and i know nothing about criminal law so i just skimmed through the Mass. laws and picked the easiest thing i could create a question of. anyway, if you do read this, i hope you’ll enjoy it and let me know what you think! every kind of feedback is appreciated!!

You’re browsing the internet, looking for some quality e-shop that would offer lingerie you’d like. Or more importantly, he would like. And since your focus is completely on the phone that is hidden from the professor’s eyes (or so you think), you miss the call of your name.

“Miss (Y/L/N)!” the stern and this time louder sound of a male voice brings your attention to the man that it belongs to, standing only a few feet from your seat, thanks to its place in the front row. His expression is hard, a clear sign that you’ve been caught and you shrink into your chair, your cheeks becoming warm. “If you want to pass my class, I suggest you turn off the phone and focus on the lecture.”

You do as you’re asked and put the phone away but you don’t expect him to address you again.

“So since you seem to have enough knowledge that you don’t even need to listen to me,” he pauses and comes closer to you, crossing his arms. “Tell me what the punishments for organ trafficking are.”

You hold your breath, not even realizing it as you’re trying to think of the correct answer, however, that’s a little difficult with him towering over you, and your eyes can’t help but flicker to his crotch that is aligned with your vision. When you look up again, there is an amusement painted over his face which you almost miss to notice.

“Um, imprisonment?”

The professor keeps looking at you expectantly and when you don‘t say anything more, his chest heaves in a deep sigh, and his eyebrows rise as he looks at the floor in disappointment. “You’ll be having a hard time getting clients, Miss (Y/L/N),” he tells you and goes back to his desk to lean his backside on it.

Okay, you weren’t paying attention but you also thought that the times when professors publicly humiliated students had been left behind. So, now you are not only embarrassed but also pissed.

You just roll your eyeballs and slightly shake your head, taking a pen and doodling in the open notebook laying on your desk in order to calm yourself down and trying not to think about the judgemental stares being sent your way.

“Does anyone here want to remind Miss (Y/L/N) the consequences of organ trafficking?” he asks, before fucking Amelia raises her hand with her all too sugary may I, professor Barber? and you nearly lose it. You watch him as he sweetly smiles at her and prompts her to answer. She does, correctly so, and while she’s going into details, he lets his eyes wander and rest them on you from time to time. You never avert your eyes, glaring at him, hoping he takes notice of the annoyance written all over your face, but he just smirks when she finishes talking and he looks back at her.

“You’re a brilliant student, Amelia. I think you deserve a reward for the hard work.” When he stresses the word reward, he gives you a glance, and you can’t keep your eyes from rolling, again.

“Alright, class, that’s it for today. Don’t forget to send in the paper that’s due Sunday. Enjoy your weekend.”

You pack your things, shoving them into your bag before storming towards the exit, but you don’t make it too far when the professor’s voice stops you in your tracks.

“Miss (Y/L/N), a moment, please,” he says as he gathers his things. You sigh, closing your eyes as you mentally prepare yourself for what’s to come. Turning around, you make your way towards him.

“I believe we need to discuss your work ethic.” when you remain silent, he continues. “Great, since you don’t have any objections, you can follow me into my office.”

You do as you’re told and while you wait for him to unlock the door in the corner of the auditorium, you catch a glimpse of Amelia giving you a smug smirk. Mr. Barber finally opens the door and extends his arm, letting you in before him. You enter and stop in the middle of the office, nervously fiddling with the hem of your pleated black skirt as you hear a soft click signaling that the door is now closed, followed by the snap of the lock.

You gulp, your heart beating faster as you continue to stand there and try not to give away your nervousness. The only sound that follows is the echo of his footsteps as he walks past you and to his desk, putting his stuff on the wooden surface. He doesn’t say anything, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling the sleeves of his moss green dress shirt up to his elbows and the veins of his forearm are left on full display.

“Mr. Barber, I—“ you finally speak up but he cuts you off, making his way towards the comfy-looking couch sitting alongside the wall opposite of you.

“You wanna tell me what that was about? You know I have a no-phone policy in my class, right?” he sits down and spreads his arms on the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry, I was just—“

“You were just what? Looking for some skimpy underwear to tease me with during the lectures?” the blood rushes to your cheeks and you look to your left, not able to hold his gaze anymore. “As much as I’d enjoy that sight, I’m still a little disappointed in you. The question wasn’t that hard.” He’s closely watching your every reaction as your body squirms, your thighs discreetly rubbing against each other. “You know, Amelia truly is a great student. She’s slowly becoming better than you since you seem distracted for most of my classes. What reward do you think I should give her?”

And that is what causes you to run out of patience and your head to snap to where he is sitting. Bingo, Andy thinks.

“Are you fucking serious, Andy?” you say with a raised voice. If you blinked, you wouldn’t even catch the smirk that formed on his lips for like a millisecond.

“Hey!” he scolds “Watch your tone.“

You ignore him.

“Since when do you humiliate your students in front of the whole class, huh?” you confront him angrily “It was a dick move, Andy, you know that! And then the bullshit with Amelia? If you want her to wet your dick, just ask her, I’m sure she’ll be up for it.”

“Come here,” he says calmly which unsettles you because you expected him to be furious given the way you’d lashed out at him, but you roll your eyes anyway and turn to leave, however, the sound of your name coming from his lips stops you. “(Y/N).” you inhale deeply and turn back to him. “I said, come here.”

You come up to him, still keeping your distance so you don‘t stand between his spread-out legs. “What?” you bite.

He huffs out a laugh. “You’re walking on very thin ice, sweetheart.” He says and you feel your belly doing flips at the nickname. “How about you lose the attitude and come here like I instructed you to.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“How about you go fuck yourself.”

And that’s the last straw. Andy Barber is a very patient guy but when it comes to a bratty behavior like yours right now, he tends to lose his temper pretty quickly.

He swiftly leans forward and grabs your wrist, yanking you between his thighs. You have to catch yourself on his broad shoulders as you stumble from the firm tug, your stomach flush against his chest. His hand grabs the strap of your bag, putting it on the floor before his fingers fall to the back of your thighs, sliding up and up until they rest just below the cheeks of your ass, holding you against him.

“You wanna be a bad girl today, huh?”

You frown and click your tongue. “Jesus, Andy, I’m not in the mood for this.” You start pushing against his shoulders to put a distance between you, failing miserably.

“Sweetheart, you’re not even trying. You think I’m stupid or what?”

“I’m serious, let me go,” you say, but you don’t even sound convincing to yourself.

“You’re not in the mood, you say?” he asks and you nod your head. “Then why do I smell you all the way here, hm?” his fingers creep higher, playing with the lacy hem of your panties. He snorts. “You’re desperate to get fucked, aren’t you?”

By now, your panties are drenched. After what he did to you in the class, you tried so hard not to be turned on by him, but it’s impossible. Andy is a very attractive man, very intelligent and in combination with his sinful mouth, you just can’t bring yourself to not want to be fucked by him.

He doesn’t break eye contact when he hooks his fingers into your underwear and slides them down your legs, until he leans forward, his cheek brushing your hip so he can pull them all the way down himself. You step out of them and his back straightens up, putting the piece of ruined fabric into his pants pocket.

“Get over my knee.”

“Andy, come on. We’re in school. Can’t you just fuck me now and spank me later?”

“Oh, so suddenly you are in the mood?” he raises his brows “Get over my knee. Now. You don’t wanna piss me off more than I already am.” He says sternly.

You unhurriedly move from in between his legs but you’re too slow for his liking. Before you can react, he’s once again yanking you by your wrist, twisting your body in a way that makes you fall over his thick thighs. One hand gently settles on your throat, holding your head up, and the other starts tickling the back of your knee before slowly creeping up your thigh, tucking up your skirt, until you feel the cool air of the room brush against your wet pussy.

You clutch his pants in your hands, and when his palm leaves your skin you prepare yourself for the first blow. Instead, he gently sets it down on your butt again just to caress it, but even that unexpected touch has you jerking forward. He laughs and before you know it, the hand lifts itself up and strikes your right cheek. This time your body jerks rightfully but the fingers around your neck tighten, preventing you from moving too much.

“Not so tough now, huh?” he strokes the sore skin. “How many do you think you deserve?” you shrug as best as the restraint allows you to. “If I remember correctly” he pauses, just to brush his fingers against your pussy lips, smiling to himself when he feels the arousal leaking out of you “You weren’t paying attention in the class.” He spanks your other cheek. “You were using your phone even though it’s forbidden.” For that, the next hit lands on your right cheek again and you don’t think before you dare to open your mouth.

“Really? You are gonna lecture me about what is and isn‘t forbidden? You’re fucking your student for God’s sake.”

“Just for that, I’m adding 5 more to the ones for raising your voice at me, lying to me, and disobeying me.”

He spanks you for everything he listed, caressing your sore butt in between each hit and you are on the verge of crying, the tears in your eyes about to fall down your cheeks. When you think he’s finished, you release a relieved breath, but suddenly, he strikes you three more times, without any break and you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut, the tears finally rolling down.

“That was for the eye rolls I received throughout the day.” He says angrily before leaning down, brushing his lips against your ear as he whispers. “Now, what do you call me when we’re alone?” You just need a minute to catch your breath to reply but he’s not having it. “Answer me right now, or I’ll spank your ass raw, you won’t even be able to sit right. What do you call me?” he asks again.

“Daddy.” You whimper quietly and he smiles.

“Good girl.” He forces your body up with the hand on your throat and throws you on the couch, but before you can make yourself comfortable, he flips you on your stomach and grabs your hips, pulling you up so your ass is in the air.

His touch disappears for a moment and when you adjust your head to be able to get at least a little peek at him, your cheek pressed into the couch, you see him loosening his tie. He grabs your arms and crosses them at your wrist on the small of your back, tying them together with the piece of fabric.

He kisses each palm and then continues up your bare arm, licking, sucking, and biting, until his lips reach your shoulder covered by the short sleeve of your white t-shirt. “You okay, sweetheart?” He knows you are, but just to be sure.

“Yes, daddy.” You smile and he tugs the neckline of your shirt away for a second just to kiss your skin.

Then, he kneels on the floor behind you, coming face to face with your weeping cunt and he needs to adjust himself at the sight. He curls his fingers around your thighs and starts kissing them, getting closer to your core and his eyes close on their own accord when he inhales your smell. His lips finally make contact with your lower ones, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance before he pulls away and hums, leaving you trembling.

“Andy!” You whine from the loss as your frustration grows, and he bites the tender skin of your ass.

“Baby, call me Andy one more time and you won’t be coming for a very long time.”

Your breath shudders when you exhale. “I’m sorry, daddy.”

If it was any other time and any other place, he would take his time to properly punish you, but someone could knock on the door any second and he’s honestly been dying to devour you all day.

He spreads your cheeks and leans forward, finally burying his face into your cunt, his tongue finding the little bundle of nerves and you moan, your eyes rolling in your head from the feeling of his soft tongue relieving the ache combined with the feeling of his rough beard scratching your inner thighs.

Andy takes the bud between his lips, sucking harshly and you buck your hips, causing him to grunt and the vibrations go straight into your clit, more slick dripping from your hole. He doesn‘t let a single drop go to waste as he licks up to your entrance, slurping the juices along the way before he starts plunging his tongue in and out of you. You bite your lip, trying not to make too loud sounds.

“That feel good?” he pulls away to ask, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he waits for your answer, rubbing your clit in quick circles.

“So good, daddy. Let me cum, please,” you whimper and he smirks.

“You’re lucky we’re in my office right now, otherwise I’d take my sweet time to take this sweet pussy apart,” to emphasize it, he thrusts his thumb into you and pinches your sensitive clit between two fingers, another moan escaping your lips. “I wouldn’t let you cum until you were crying and screaming out apologies.”

He slides his thumb back down to your clit, quickly circling it as he dives into you again, massaging your walls with the soft muscle until the knot in your belly starts tightening and you bite on the cushion to prevent yourself from screaming as the dam finally breaks and you’re cumming, Andy drinking up everything your pussy has to offer and he needs to force himself to pull away, your taste almost too addictive.

Before you know it, the sound of his belt clanking reaches your ears and a moment later, you feel his hand on your hip while the other gets a hold of his cock, positioning the tip at your entrance before pushing himself slowly into your heat. He groans while you mewl, filling you to the hilt and giving you some time to adjust to his size.

He starts with slow thrusts once he feels you constrict around him and the hand that isn’t bruising your hip grips the knot that holds your wrists together, giving himself leverage when he begins to quicken his pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So tight.”

And he feels amazing, too, his cock reaching all the right places, the familiar tingling reappearing again as your thighs start to quiver. He leans over you, his chest to your back as his hand on your hip slides down and starts rubbing your clit.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” his warm breath hits the shell of your ear. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy squeezing around me. God.”

“Please, daddy.” You mewl and he growls at your innocent voice, picking up his pace even more so, his thrusts becoming harder and your tied hands grasp his wrist.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy.” He nips at your ear and with a few more thrusts, you’re cumming again, not able to hold in the moans anymore. He rides you through it, chasing his own orgasm and when you feel his hot cum filling you up, he stills, his breath brushing your cheek as he pants.

Once he comes down from his high, he kisses your jaw and stands up, pulling himself from your heat and you hiss at the feeling. He puts his cock into his boxers and zips his pants before he unties your hands, revealing the light red marks on your wrists. You stretch your hands a little before you bring them under yourself to lift yourself up, your skirt falling back down around your thighs and covering your now-glistening intimate parts.

Turning around, you stay kneeling on the couch, looking up at Andy with those big eyes that make him weak in the knees. The corner of his mouth lifts at the sight of your fucked out state, your hair is messy, there are imprints from the cushion on the cheek you were lying on, and the wet trails from your tears are almost dried.

He leans down and kisses you slowly and deeply as his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, his other hand gently cupping your cheek. Jesus, he doesn’t know how you do it but his dick is already twitching in his pants so he breaks the kiss because otherwise, he’d have to fuck you again. He pulls you up on your feet and bends down to pick up your bag, slinging it over your shoulder before his hands fall to your hips. You smile and adjust the strap.

“So, when will I see you in the new number?” he smirks.

“Well, I didn’t even get to pick any,” you reply with a smile and a raised eyebrow. “And I have Mrs. Harper next and I wouldn’t dare to use my phone during her class since her punishments are actual punishments.”

“Are you saying my punishments are ineffective?” he feigns shock.

“I’m just saying if you fucked every student for using their phone, they’d be doing it on purpose, professor.”

He laughs and pulls you closer. “That would be exhausting. But those kinds of punishments are reserved for my favorite student only.”

“Should I be worried? You seemed pretty delighted with Amelia.” you joke, but half of you is a bit insecure because Amelia is a pretty girl with glowing skin and a brain big enough to impress him. And like the amazing person Andy is, he sees right through you and gives you an adoring smile before his lips touch your forehead, your eyes fluttering close.

“You are my favorite student. Nobody else,” he assures you once he pulls away.

Your smile widens and your belly twists at his sappiness, but you wrinkle your nose when you suddenly become aware of the slickness between your legs.

“I need my panties back.”

He snorts and shakes his head.

“I’m gonna keep them.” Your jaw drops. You have two more classes today, you can’t go that long with Andy’s cum leaking out of you! “Oh, you thought your punishment was over? I want you to come over to my place right after school. And don’t even think about going home to change.” His stern voice is back and he takes your chin between his fingers.

“I hope you finished your paper. We have a long weekend in front of us.”

the end.

a/n2: thank you for reading!!!!!❤️❤️my other works can be find under #writer luci !☺️

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gotnofucks · 4 years ago

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Master of His Own Fate-2

Pairing: dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Non-con/dub-con, smut, jealousy, spanking, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Probably gonna be a four-part series.

Part 1

MASTERLIST

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Why did it feel like everyone had to do their shopping exactly when you had to? You’d bet it was not this crowed earlier. Or maybe it had something to do with the two super-soldiers flanking you that drew people in. You should have just ordered stuff online since this was super embarrassing. Steve’s hand was in the back pocket of your jeans and Bucky was on your other side, pushing the shopping cart with one hand while holding your waist with other. You’re sure you must have made quite a picture, a little woman sandwiched between them.

“Can you remove your hand?” You asked Steve under your breath and he looked away from the cereals he was perusing to glance at you.

“No” He answered and then pinched your ass for good measure. You jumped, your face flushing and you vowed to look at the floor until you left. You had no desire to see what other people thought about you.

“Why are they so colourful? Why can’t it be simple? There are too many!” Bucky exclaimed and you almost snorted. The cereal aisle was like wonderland for Bucky and you’d been walking back and forth here for 10 minutes now.

“I’m gonna go with this” Steve said throwing in a pack of Cap’n Crunch and you rolled your eyes.

“Then maybe Bucky can get Frosted Flakes and we can leave?” You suggested. Steve chuckled, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss on your head while Bucky took your advice and got Frosted Flakes.

“I’m gonna eat them off of you” He muttered in your ear and you bit your lip, flushing dark. You let them lead you around the store, checking off items off their list. It was so domestic you felt sick. This was not normal, and you unconsciously kept scratching your soulmark hidden under a wristband. You tried not to look at it if at all possible.

Bucky had stopped in front of the shelves containing condoms and quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Chocolate or strawberry?” He asked with a sinful grin and you wiggled until free of their holds. You had to bear their presence at home anyway, anymore and you’ll be smothered.

“We’ve forgotten the cheese dips. I’ll go get some while you finish here.” You said and turned away before they could say anything. You heard them chuckling softly behind you and willed your tears of frustration away.

Your life had changed drastically in the past few months since the night Steve and Bucky marked you as theirs. Try as you might, you couldn’t escape them, not when they are two of the most powerful and influential people in the world. You lived with them in their apartment at the compound now, and to say life was hell would be an understatement. Steve and Bucky have separate rooms but most nights you’re sandwiched between them in one bed since neither wants to spend a night away. You’d had more sex in these few months than people probably did in years.

You veered left into the sauces and spreads aisle, absentmindedly looking at the display. It wouldn’t matter what flavor you got, it would end up spread all over you and licked by your two lovers. You randomly took a jar off the shelf and were about to go back when you bumped into someone standing behind you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You apologized to the man behind you. His hand took hold of your elbow for a second to steady you before he stepped away and shook his head.

“It’s alright miss, not a problem.” He said with a small smile. You got a look at his face and your heart skipped a beat. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and dark hair, his genuine smile framed by a well-groomed beard. You saw his eyes dart to the jar in your hand and his lips twitched in amusement.

“I’d advise against this” He said pointing to the jar and you looked down at your hands in confusion. “While one may handle blue cheese, you don’t want to try its dip.”

You winced once you realized what you had picked and the man behind you laughed a little as he saw you put it back.

“What will you suggest?” You asked him. This was probably the only normal interaction you had had in a long time outside of work. It did help that this man was what some would call daddy.

“Oh, I am not a good cook. I just stick to the basics you know, less chances of messing up a dish.” He answered and handed you a classic cheese dip. You took it from him with a smile and thanked him. You lingered a moment, for some reason wanting to stay. It seemed like he had the same idea for even though he had picked his own jar, he didn’t leave.

“You, uh – you should get nachos to go with this. They have them on sale.” You said and internally cringed.

“Oh, alright then. Will you show me the way?” He asked and you nodded, leading him around as he followed with his cart.

“You new in the area?” You asked him since all locals knew the store layout pretty well.

“Ah yes, just moved here from Newton, Massachusetts. My name is Andy Barber” The man said and offered you a hand. Your smile vanished even as you mechanically accepted his hand and shook it. Andy Barber. AB. Like the initials on your wrist. Your hand squeezed around your wristband, your heart beating a mile an hour.

“Hey, you okay?” Andy asked and you realized he’d been speaking to you.

“Ah yes, yes I’m okay. Just lost in thought. Here we are, nachos.” You said and uselessly pointed at the display. You told yourself you were being silly, a lot of people with same initials existed. He may not even have a soulmark. Yet as you looked at him selecting his flavors, you couldn’t help but feel lighter than you had in months. You felt belonged, stupid as that may sound.

“So, you live around here?” You wished Andy would stop talking. The more he spoke, the more you wanted to stay and talk the rest of your life away with him.

“Yes, I am a doctor at the Avenger Tower.” You managed to say and saw his eyebrows raise appreciatively.

“Damn, that’s so cool” He said, and you couldn’t help but grin. “I am a lawyer, starting as a professor in NYU from next term.”

“Damn, that’s so cool” you mimicked him and you both breathed out a laugh. You didn’t realize it as you spoke to him that you were walking aimlessly with him around the store, telling him about the sites he absolutely must visit in New York and the best places to get coffee and hotdogs from. You had circled back to the spreads section and stood awkwardly facing each other.

“Uh, it may seem a little forward, but will you show me around the city?” Andy asked, fiddling with the cuffs on his shirt. You wanted him to take it off and see if your initials were tattooed in his skin like his were in yours. You were about to open your mouth when a hand wrapped around your waist from behind.

“There you are sweetie, you had us worried.” Steve’s words felt like a splash of cold water. For a few glorious moments you had forgotten your predicament, lost as you were in conversation with Andy. Your eyes met Andy’s and you saw him frown, his gaze narrowing on Steve’s arm around you and noticing how you tried to get out of it.

“I – uh, couldn’t decide so settled with the classic.” You showed Steve the cheese dip, but his eyes were fixed on Andy whose face was clouded with suspicion.

“Steve Rogers” He offered his hand to Andy, a useless introduction since most people recognized him with ease. You thought Andy would almost decline the handshake but, in the end, politely shook it.

“Pleased to meet you. Thank you for your service to the nation and the world.” His words were polite and yet there was a mistrustful edge to it. You hoped that he wouldn’t say anything and just walk away. You knew how Steve and Bucky could get about other men in your life, and right now you wanted Andy far away from here.

“Don’t mention it” Steve said preening and you took off his hand from your waist and laced your fingers together, trying to pull him away.

“We gotta go, lots to do back home. Thanks for the suggestion mister” You unnecessarily pointed at the jar again and tried to move back but Steve stood still. You were careful not to mention Andy’s name in front of him and you prayed with everything in you that this interaction would be over soon enough.

“Steve, you find her yet?” You closed your eyes in defeat and shame as Bucky walked from the other side and joined your little party. He closed in on you, hands cupping your face and drawing you in a deep kiss. You kept your eyes downcast, not looking at Andy and hoping the Earth will swallow you whole.

“Yeah, she’s was just having some trouble selecting the flavor until this gentleman here helped her.” Steve said and Bucky turned to look at Andy who was frowning harder than ever now. Andy’s eyes were searching yours, but you couldn’t let yourself meet his. Your shame and fear were profound and all you wanted was to leave.

Bucky’s eyes moved from Andy to Steve to you and he straightened, his arm curling around your shoulder, hand resting near your left collarbone just inches away from the scarred initials of him and Steve.

“Thank you, our girl here can be a little iffy when it comes to food” Bucky remarked affectionately but his emphasis on ‘our’ was not lost on either of you.

“Not a problem.” Andy finally nodded and took hold of his cart, ready to wheel it away. You almost sighed in relief, but your heart broke a little when he started retreating. Your eyes met for a brief moment and it seemed as if he would stop but then you looked away and he continued moving.

“What are we going to do with you Y/n?” Bucky muttered once Andy was out of sight. They didn’t care they were in a public place, both of them standing almost on top of you.

“I don’t know what you mean” You whispered and felt Bucky’s metal hand tighten over your arm. You hissed and tried to pull away but found your chin being raised up to face him with rough hands.

“Do you want another lesson on how to behave around strange men?” Bucky asked and your eyes widened, head shaking in negation.

“No, no Buck. Please, nothing happened. We were just talking” You begged, trying to convince him. You watched in horror as one of his hand outright cupped your left boob, fingers splayed so they pressed into the scars over your heart.

“You sure? I can show the whole store who you belong to my love.”

You were ready to start bawling when Bucky started fiddling with the neckline of your top, but it was Steve who saved the day. He gently pried Bucky’s hands from you and tucked you under his arm, pushing your head in his chest with a hand while the other kept Bucky away.

“Not here Buck, look at her. Honestly!” Steve started a swift walk towards the exit with you at his side and you couldn’t help but look back. It was one of those situations where you found the precious thing lost within a sea of garbage when you spotted Andy, his eyes not on you but your arm. You followed his gaze and suppressed a sob as you saw your wristband had shifted after your struggle with Bucky, bringing into view the initials that made your soulmark.

ASB: Andrew S Barber

You didn’t know his middle name but you couldn’t be any more sure of who your soulmate was when Andy’s eyes darted to his own covered wrist the moment Bucky shouted, “Steven Rogers and Y/n Y/l/n you both come back here this very second!”

Bucky was getting your stuff checked out, standing at the cashiers with his grumpy dad face on. Steve ignored him and continued dragging you away towards the exit. Your eyes watered and you tried to stem their flow so you could have one last glance at Andy without tears blurring your vision. You both stared at each other and just before you walked out the doors, even from the distance you saw Andy mouth a promise:

I will come for you

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Fate was a cruel bastard, and you cursed your destiny as you lay curled in Steve’s lap after dinner. No one spoke much once you got home but you knew it was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan. You were wearing a short nightie, Bucky’s favorite and Steve’s hands were absently massaging you as he read through a new mission briefing.

“Wanda was asking about you again” Steve said, and you blinked at him. Just another thing you loved that they had snatched away from you. Wanda was obviously very suspicious when you announced you’ll be shifting from your apartment to Steve and Bucky’s since she knew you wanted to wait for your soulmate to show up. You would have confided in her had you not been aware of the damage your lovers could cause if displeased. Bucky had strictly ordered you to keep away from her until you were in control of your thoughts, which he was afraid Wanda would read. You had looked to help from Steve, who was softer out of the two, but he agreed with Bucky, “Better she not know anything than us having to eliminate her if she did.” They talked of death and violence with such ease it made your skin crawl.

“Can I see her now? I don’t think my texts are keeping her satisfied.” If only you could get a few hours away from their stifling presence maybe it would be more tolerable. The both of them clung to you like a babe to his mum, and your only respite were the hours you spent working.

“Do you think you’re ready to see her now?” Steve questioned you, finally looking up from his mission briefing. Before you could answer Bucky came behind you and plucked you from Steve’s arms like you weighed nothing and perched you in his own lap. Steve rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything.

“The better question would be if you think you deserve to see her.” Bucky commented, his hand fondling your behind under the silk nightie. You shifted under his touch and gaze, uncomfortable under the stern look.

“I’m minding my thoughts, I promise.” You whined and Bucky’s hand cracked against your ass suddenly. You squealed and he held you down with one hand, the second blow even harder than the first.

“You and I both know that’s not what I meant. I don’t like it when you act dumb.” Bucky snarled and you flinched as he raised his hand again. To your surprise, the slap barely had any force behind it and Bucky rubbed your ass softly as if in apology. You turned your face to peek at him and saw him and Steve locked in one of those silent eye contact conversations that you absolutely loathed. Steve was almost glaring at Bucky as if displeased and Bucky had enough grace to look a little ashamed.

“I wasn’t!” Bucky cried out suddenly, throwing his hands in the air and huffing. It was as if they were continuing a conversation that went from telepathy to verbal and your mouth parted in awe when Steve continued speaking too.

“You would have if I didn’t stop you.”

Your gaze moved from one man to another, confused beyond measure. In a flash Bucky was gathering you in his arms, holding you to himself like he was afraid papa Steve would take away his favorite toy.

“I know my limits Steve. She’s mine as much as yours. Stop it.”

You were sure if you tilted your head up you would see Bucky pouting but instead you observed Steve who was in classic captain pose with hands on his hips and disapproval on his face.

“Do you really? Because it sure seemed like you were about to strip her naked in a supermarket of all places.”

“I wouldn’t! I was teasing her.” Bucky said, his head buried in your neck. He took your hand and placed it on his head and you slowly scratched with your nails, making him purr in satisfaction. Steve didn’t look the least bit convinced and his eyes kept bouncing between you and Bucky. Finally, he heaved a deep sigh before getting up.

“She is sleeping in my room tonight.” Your head snapped up just as Bucky’s hold tightened around you in rejection of the idea.

“No, you can’t take her from me.” Bucky snapped and you resisted the urge to slap them both. It bothered you how they went on talking about you like you weren’t even present here.

“I’m not taking her away from you, pal. Just like she learns her lessons when she fucks up, so will you.”

Bucky didn’t look like he would want a lesson, but it didn’t seem like the first time they were having this talk because he said nothing more. He almost didn’t let you leave when Steve took your arm to take you away but finally relented.

“When can I have her back?” Yep, he was definitely pouting.

“When you learn that teasing is pinching her ass in public, not stripping her bare in front of strangers.”

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It had been a while since there were two people in bed and not three. You stretched your feet out, glad to have some extra space. Even cuddled up in Steve’s massive arms, your thoughts returned to Andy. You had finally found him after years of searching, only to lose him on the same day. It was a cosmic joke to have you cross paths now when it was too late to do anything. Your hand unconsciously traced the letters on your wrist, a slight thrill running down your spine as you finally realized what and who these initials stood for.

It wasn’t just a legend anymore. They were right when they said that soulmates completed you. In those precious few moments you had spent with Andy, all your worries had fallen away. You both had built a bubble around yourself where the outer world was nothing but a distant blur and you saw only each other. Conversation didn’t sound strained and you felt so connected despite having just met. You wished you knew he existed a few months ago. How different would life have been then if you were laying in his arms and not Steve and Bucky’s?

You bit your lip when you felt Steve take your hand in his from behind you, his fingers too tracing the initials on your wrist. You stiffened and held yourself back from snatching your hand away. It was never a very good idea to resist when it came to them both.

“Bucky doesn’t know yet” Steve murmured in your ear as he tapped your wrist. You felt your heart drop in your stomach, your fingers curling in your palm. “He thinks it was just some man you were speaking to. His jealousy makes him sloppy and he doesn’t notice details.”

You were turned around to face him, your eyes locking on Steve’s which were a vibrant blue even in the dark. His hands played at the hem of your nightie, teasing it.

“I noticed of course. How could I not, I have never seen you smile the way you smiled at him” You didn’t seem capable of speaking or protesting when Steve’s hands slipped up your clothing and caressed your thighs and belly. His hands were moving but his eyes were fixed on you and try as you might you couldn’t look away. Slowly, gently like one does to precious cargo you were stripped, your body baring itself inch by delicious inch. The calluses on his fingers rubbed against your nipples and you let out a moan, your slick coating your walls and thighs. Your lips met his in a desperate kiss and you couldn’t help but make pathetic mewls as his tongue raced across your throat. He came to rest above your heart, tracing the scar over it. JBB and SGR

“How are these any different to those on your wrist?” He questioned as he entered you slowly, looking deep into your eyes like trying to search your soul. “If we carve your name on our body, would that make you look at us like you looked at him?”

You couldn’t answer if you wanted to, the heat of Steve warming your insides. You met in a familiar dance, bodies slapping, and moaning together until pleasure took over every cell in your body. Steve pulled out and released on your thighs, rubbing his essence in your skin, his breath warm on your cheek.

“I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if I find you talking to that man again” It was not a question and you shook your head, tears travelling down the sides of your face and getting lost in your hair. “Good girl. We can forget it and Bucky will never know. Because if that happens, even I won’t be able to help you.”

You reminded yourself that Steve was just as much of a monster as Bucky was. He had taken you against your will too, and while he may as well be the lesser of the two evils, you could not trust him. You turned to your side, automatically curling into Steve out of habit when he held you. That is what this relationship felt like. A habit. It was a routine you were stuck in with no way out. You closed your eyes, seeking the escape of sleep and tried to sooth your broken heart over a love it may never find again.

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Bucky was a terrible stalker and you wondered how he remained a ‘ghost story’ for all those decades. Steve had been hoarding you in his room for nearly a week and you knew Bucky was at his wit’s end. He wasn’t even pretending to hide anymore; he’d just stand across the med bay and ogle you like a roadway creep. You didn’t even know what to do, who should you listen to. Being caught in the crossfire between them is not fun.

You finally had enough and made your way over to him. You were a few feet away when he snatched you in his arms, crushing you to his frame and kissing you soundly. Pulling away, he put his forehead on yours and bit your lip.

“I’ve missed you baby.” He cooed and you sighed.

“Is that why you’re lurking here and scaring my nursing staff away?” Bucky nodded, pecking your lips once more before you moved away.

“I’m sorry about the other day you know. I just…lost control.” It was rare that he would apologize, and you were too smart to reject this small consolation. He will probably be kind and soft for the coming few days and you took what you can. You smiled at him, promising him you forgave him.

“I have just one public hour and then we can go home together. Sounds good?” You asked and Bucky’s smile was almost shy when he agreed. Sometimes you believed it when they say they loved you, but how can someone hurt whom they love?

“You asked me once what I see in you, but have you ever looked at yourself the way I look at you? Here you are, one of the most accomplished doctors working for the Avengers, and yet you give your time to general public to treat their common cold and flu. That’s what I see in you. Your kindness, that light, it guides me away from the darkness in me.” Bucky confessed and you looked away from him. He could be so sweet when he has to be. Both him and Steve. You wonder again if they could always be like that, will you be able to love them.

“I – uh, I’ll see you in an hour, okay? Wait in the common room for me.”

You watched Bucky go and returned with a perturbed mind. The hot and cold behavior almost gives you a whiplash. In the past few months, you have spent several nights crying, but just as many moaning in pleasure. Maybe it could have been easier if you’d given in and just accepted them, but love does not come by force. They can carve their names in your skin a hundred times over, and yet it won’t leave a mark on your soul.

Your assistant entered, informing you that general patients were waiting for you and you nodded. Tony gave you an hour free every day to treat patients outside the tower for free. You believed being a doctor your job should be more than saving just superheroes. One by one your patients trickled in, most with common diseases. Some you prescribed for additional testing; all costs covered by the Stark Industries.

“Your last patient ma’am”

You nodded to let your assistant know you heard her and entered the room. You were looking over a report as you entered, the door shutting itself behind you automatically.

“Hello, how can I help you today?” You looked up and the report fell out of your hand. Sitting in front of you was Andy Barber, his eyes crinkled at the sides due to the wide smile he supported.

“I believe I have a heart problem doctor. A beautiful lady stole mine.”

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No More Spitting Feathers 02/?

PAIRINGS: Warren Worthington III x Reader WARNINGS: injury, blood, implied drug use RATING: T+, will be raised later. WORD COUNT: 2.2k INSTALLATIONS: Part 01 AUTHOR’S NOTE: Dedication and thanks to Andi @venombxby for discussion and honorary mentions to Monica @rosesvioletshardy and Wella for inspo. This is written in second person bc I have never been able to get on board with Y/N trends, and the reader is a mutant with a limited mix of healing, telekinesis and some empathic inclinations.

The night is never as dark as you’d like in a city, and no matter the hour, night owls are bound to be turning their gaze onto anything that moves above the shadows.

He casts quite a shadow.

Dove.

You don’t speak much after he agrees to go with you. There is a stalemate between the two of you for many minutes before he offers an arm and helps you up, getting you to a more comfortable place in the warehouse to rest until you could stand on your own.

You didn’t think he’d be able to fold his wings enough to hide them, you thought it would hurt too much, but he manages to do it anyway and tucks them away into a long coat that he found in the disused warehouse staffroom, along with a large umbrella that helps conceal him better.

Once you could stand you found a dusty bathroom with running water and managed to clean your arms and face of blood and wrangle your hair into something less dishevelled. You also took off all your absurd jewelry, cleaning it all with hot water and chucking it into the same locker you find a pair of shoes that are too big but are better than trying to walk barefoot.

You get the privilege of draping his leather jacket over your shoulders, which doesn’t exactly keep you warm given the modifications he made to the back to accommodate his wings, but you suppose you’d be colder without it.

You walk in silence side by side for most of the journey, and calling it such is no exaggeration. It only takes half an hour for the pain to creep into his wing again, especially with how he has them folded against his back— you feel it, and have to breathe through the discomfort, the one aspect of your powers that you can’t turn off, but that thankfully doesn’t wipe you out the same way healing or telekinesis does.

It takes three hours, and neither of you seeks a break, somehow knowing that stopping would benefit neither of you. He gets more tired though, but you can tell he relaxes a bit when the city falls away and the trees thicken, and the people and cars become few and far between.

The safe house looks abandoned from the outside, and to your benefit, it has thick overgrowth around its perimeter that provides plenty of privacy. All of the windows are either frosted or boarded up save for the stained glass windows on the old domed church that will be your shelter.

You find the key where you expect it, and as soon as you enter you’re working on autopilot. You throw off the shoes that have given you blisters, walk across the confused space to a large set of shelves and pick out a change of clothes that don’t quite fit but are better than the tiny cocktail dress you’ve had to trek your way here in.

Dove throws off the coat and drops onto the nearest cot, groaning as he stretches out his wings. You shudder from the incomparable empathic impression it leaves in your back. You change without caring if he looks (he doesn’t), putting on the pants and a too-large shirt, collecting a blanket from a crate in the corner and yourself dropping onto a cot not too far from where he’d lain down. You pass out after you heal your blistered feet.

You sleep for eighteen hours.

He sleeps for twelve, and when he awakens he’s hungry and hungover, aching in unpleasant but not unfamiliar ways. You can feel the malaise even though it doesn’t wake you, creeping into your body and your dreams and then fading once he freely navigates the space and finds the food and water kept in the makeshift pantry.

You feel better when you wake, but you’re ravenous, and dig into whatever shelf-stable item seems most appealing— you’re still chewing when you go and find him, having made himself a more private corner to relax in with cushions, two cot mattresses and a few blankets.

Swallowing doesn’t quite soothe the scratch in your throat, and you notice some subtly floating feather particles in the air, leaving you to idly wonder how much he sheds.

“Are you well enough to heal me now?” he asks, filling the silence. You’re not sure if he believes you are, he seems tired and resigned.

“No,” you reply. “Not significantly anyway.”

He levels you with an incredulous look.

You sigh. “I could give myself an aneurysm if I try to heal you too fast.”

“What can you do, then?”

“I could have you flying again in ten days,” you say, “that won’t put too much strain on me.”

His wing, the undamaged one, flutters slightly. “Fourteen.”

“What?”

“Take fourteen days. You were like a rag doll at the warehouse, Häschen, you’re no use to me like that. You think you can do ten days— I don’t have anywhere to be— we’ll do fourteen.”

You look at him for a moment, trying to spot some ulterior motive and figure he must be doing the same.

“Okay, alright. Two weeks.” That’s probably how long you’ll need to arrange extraction anyway.

You swallow again against the scratch in your throat and take a deep breath.

“You need a tour?” you ask, feeling awkward.

He shakes his head. “I looked around while you were sleeping.”

“The church is free-reign,” you say, explaining anyway, “the rest of the building is not really safe, but isn’t off-limits.” You shrug. “The shower room is over there.” You point. “Towels and soap are in the baskets… they’re all labelled.”

“You planning to leave me alone here, Häschen?” he asks, sitting forward slightly and canting his head to the side.

You both react when he strains his wing, and you try to hide your whimper with a cough. His wings shudder and the feathers tighten up, drooping slightly as he sits back against the wall with a slight grunt of pain.

“I want to get some supplies from the store… like better food,” you explain with a shrug. You also want to get him some medicine to tide him over between your attempts to heal him.

“Are you going to walk?”

You shake your head. “There’s a car stored on the property, I have what I need. I shouldn’t be more than forty minutes.”

He doesn’t say anything further, and it feels too invasive to watch him struggle through his pain.

“You want anything?” you ask, already planning to get him some clothes.

“No.”

“Okay. What clothing sizes do you wear?”

The look he gives you is almost a smirk, a raised brow and a quirk of his lip that makes you flush. You look away in embarrassment and clear your throat again.

He tells you the sizes. “You don’t like my clothes?” he asks.

“That’s— that’s not the point,” you say, and motion at him, his pants and boots, the lack of a shirt, the modified leather jacket he’d taken back while you slept. “That’s all you have.”

He shrugs with his hands. “Do what you want.”

“I will.”

“See you in an hour, then.” He seems inclined to give you more time than you think you’ll need.

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The subtle hiss and splash of water greet your ears from across the echoey safe house when you return. You took less than the hour, but more than the forty minutes to get everything done. You put the bags down on the tables that make up the kitchen (which isn’t much of a kitchen at all. There is an old fridge, two hot plates, a toaster oven and some cookware and dishes next to a deep industrial sink).

There is steam coming from the shower room, and when you get closer with the bag of clothes you got for him, you feel a malaise creep into your body.

“Dove?” you call, but he doesn’t answer.

You put down the bag and go to the door, not sure what you’ll find, but hardly wanting to violate his privacy nor open yourself up to any teasing if you’ve misinterpreted the empathic impression.

A small gasp leaves your lips. His wings are almost totally clean now, free of the dirt and char and blood that had been caked on them— some of which sits over the drain grate to his right. Feathers are missing from his left wing, and it continues to droop, but what concerns you is how he’s kneeling on the floor with his head against the wall, taking in shuddering breaths. The wings hide his nakedness almost completely, but that hardly crosses your mind as you step into the room.

“Dove?” you say again, more urgently now, your new shoes splashing on the wet floor as you cross over to him.

It’s a rather bare room, stripped of all curtains and half-stalls, with only a dozen showerheads set a few feet apart around the space. He has two showers running to cover all of him, and you gasp when you feel how hot the water is, yanking the tap to the left to make it cold and then reaching over him to do the same to the other.

“What are you doing!” your voice is louder than you intend, and he tenses, groaning when cold water penetrates whatever daze he was in. You get down on one knee and grab his face between your hands. He’s hot hot hot, and not just from the water, flushed. He startles, wings jerking and feathers fluffing, and he gives a slight grunt of alarm.

“Hey, hey, it’s me— it’s just me.”

He doesn’t quite relax but he seems to calm, bowing his head slightly and shivering. You carefully reach up to turn off both showers and bring your hand to his neck. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus through the haze and urgency.

“What are you doing…” he says dully, lifting a hand to grasp your forearm. He groans when he feels the initial relief of your healing. “Don’t, you’re not— I’ll be fine—”

“I can handle it, you’re not well,” you reply, almost scolding. He makes a sound of acknowledgement but speaks no further, he keeps his hand on your arm.

You don’t find what you’re looking for, you assumed it would be an infection from the fracture, but his whole nervous system is rioting. You quickly readjust, your fingers pressing against his neck, by the nape. It’s not the healing you expected him to need, but you hadn’t exactly gotten the chance to examine him and come up with a plan. Your healing balances his autonomic nervous system, calming the sympathetic and re-engaging the parasympathetic. He’d need more help than that, you can tell, but easing his distress is your primary goal.

A drop of blood hits the floor, and his hand squeezes your arm. Your nose is bleeding.

“That’s enough,” he says, his voice much more controlled now.

“I’m alright,” you assure him, “I know my limits, I can do a bit more…” You aren’t lying but you know how far you can push yourself before you get as bad as you were last night. You can do more now that you’re touching him too, that always makes you more precise.

His breathing even outs and his heart rate calm, and his head bows in relief after another long moment. Your bloody nose gets worse, but you set him up better this time, stimulating his immune system and provoking a healing response throughout his body, natural pain relief. It would help his body help itself until you could resume your efforts tomorrow.

You move your hand away from his neck and move it to under your nose. The leg of your pants is wet when you stand, and you turn away but he gives your arm a little tug, making you look back down at him. His face isn’t as flushed now, and there’s a different kind of pain in his eyes, something non-physical. Something like guilt.

“I didn’t deserve that,” he says gravely. You slowly pull your hand away.

“You were in distress, I wasn’t going to leave you like that.”

His wings twitch, ruffling carefully. “Some pain deserves to be felt,” he argues weakly. “Especially for something of my own doing.”

“Withdrawal isn’t a penance, Dove.” When he meets your gaze, you think he might be searching for judgement, but he won’t find any. He looks away.

“It’s an unfair strain on you.”

You turn away, still holding your bloody nose. “I can’t just pick and choose what I heal. If you’re sick I can’t fix your wing effectively.” You huff, turning away. “And I’m fine. It’s not as draining when I can touch you… I left you some clothes by the door. If you really don’t want to waste my efforts, you’d better get some rest. Your body can do the work itself until tomorrow.”

You start out of the room deliberately, shoesfalls splashing wetly. As you pass the threshold, the echoey walls of the shower room amplify his quiet words just enough for you to hear.

“Thank you.”

You keep going without acknowledging it.

#warren worthington x reader #warren worthington x you #warren worthington iii #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fanfic #warren fic.#warren x reader.#my fic.

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Summer Heat

Summary: in which the reader and her husband Andy go for a nice bike ride amidst the summer heat.

I’m making this a headcanon (My 1st at that) bc I have zero inspo atm

yeah, there is a shameful self-promotion in here if you see it.

kinda unedited, so plz pardon any mistakes

Labor Day was right around the corner, signaling the ending of summer. Soon you’d be going back to work and now was the only time you could spend with your husband.

The weather was an enjoyable 70 degrees, perfect for a bike ride. One that Andy had suggested last night over dinner.

“And tomorrow’s high will be 73 degrees, ideal weather folks!” The meteorologist then tuned off for a commercial break as you turned your attention from the tv to Andy. You could see the gears sharply turning in his head, pensive, as he mindlessly picked at the chicken.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about babe?” Reaching across the table you lightly tapped Andy’s resting hand, his head popping up from his daydream.

“Huh? Oh!” Your words replayed in his head as he hadn’t heard them in the first place. “We should go for a bike ride tomorrow. Ya know before work starts, just you and me.”

Andy looked up to you and held your hand that was once gently laying on his. A winsome smile stretched across his face.

“Sounds like a plan, bestie.” Happy with your answer, Andy resumed his dinner, you getting up for some salad.

For the bike ride, you wore some light denim shorts and a simple cantaloupe colored t-shirt, Andy wearing a red short-sleeve button down and grey shorts.

While Andy removed the bikes from the racks in the garage, you situated two water bottles and both of your wallets and cell phones.

Upon entering the garage, you stopped dead in your tracks to see Andy lifting your cruiser bicycle off of the rack, his shirt practically hermetically sealed around his arms, the buttons struggling to hold on. Once your bike was down, he went to grab his own, watching you out of the corner of his eye, making sure his movements were slow.

The two of you always goofed around, whether that be making jokes or just teasing each other.

“Muscle, baby, muscle.” Walking by, you dropped Andy’s water bottle into the holder, then tapping on his biceps as he laughed deep within his gut. Before you could walk away, his arms caught your waist, spun you around and pressed a short yet sweet kiss to your lips.

Once the two of you had your things together, Andy closed the garage while you pulled out your phone, playing a Spotify playlist that you shared with your husband, a hodgepodge of many songs.

Starting out on the street in your neighborhood, you realized there wasn't a plan for the day.

“Hey ‘Drew, where are we going exactly?”

The two of you rode side by side, making it much easier to communicate and keep track of the other.

“Into town! I was thinking, ice cream!” A devious grin grew onto his face. Andy knew you wouldn’t say no and that’s exactly what happened.

Turning out of your neighborhood and onto the sidewalk, your phone suddenly switching from “Don’t Stop Believing” to “Wannabe.”

Visibly you cringed and shook your head, about to change the song suddenly noticing Andy... attempting to dance while biking, singing along to the words.

“C’mon babe! Sing along!” You laughed at your husband’s puerility.

Ever the ham, Andy was doing this to embarrass you, to which your giggles would most definitely erupt. Your nervous habit.

The man really didn’t care if any of yours or his friends drove by, you were his wife, someone he could be a total goober around.

Finally you caved in and joined him.

“If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give.”

Eventually after a couple of nostalgic songs, you both made it into town and at the ice cream parlor.

A bike rack was cemented out front of the shop, convenient for you and Andy to lock the bikes up there.

Walking into the ice cream parlor, you both were met with a rush of cold air, or maybe it was just cold because you had been biking for quite some time now.

“Hello.. Oh! Hi! Mr. & Mrs. Barber what can I get you?” The young girl’s personality lit up once she saw your faces. Everyone in the town of Newton pretty much knew who your husband was, also making you just as known.

Returning a friendly smile to the girl, you ordered three scoops of mint chip, your’s and Andy’s favorite ever since college. (As mentioned here hehe)

Taking two spoons, you sat at the table where Andy happily eyed the stack of ice cream sitting in the bowl in front of him. Handing him the spoon, you giggled as he immediately dug into the mint chip, looking at you utterly confused.

Mouthful of ice cream your man-child answered…

“Wut?”

Some ice cream dripped down his bearded chin and you quickly reached for the napkin, dabbing his chin and dramatically sighing.

“Why have a child when I have to take care of you?”

Removing your hand from his face, Andy just shrugged his shoulders going back to mining through the ice cream scoops.

Exiting the parlor, stomachs full, your arm was wrapped in Andy’s as you strolled to the bikes. Just as Andy was about to unlatch the bikes, you stopped him.

Looking across the street you pointed to the little dress shop, the displays in the window shining from the afternoon sun.

“I need a dress for that charity dinner, that may I remind you, is the one you are dragging me to!”

Andy’s work was hosting a gala for an extension on one of the buildings.

You didn’t want to go, but your husband had to be there. Of course he didn’t want to show up either, yet he’d rather suffer with you and your jocular complaining, there to entertain him.

Compliant with your request, you both crossed the street and entered the boutique, many rows of handmade dresses lining the aisles.

Andy picked out two dresses while you already had two of your own in hand. Gladly, you took his picks and headed straight for the dressing room, a bench in front of it so you could showcase.

The first dress was a dusty rose, A-Line, asymmetrical chiffon evening dress. It’s three-quarter sleeves, stopped directly at the elbow, perfect for the upcoming fall weather.

The party was the first week of October but you wanted to get this shopping over with now.

The second dress, Andy had picked out. A burgundy floor length gown, tank sleeves and a v-neck that was stunning. Along the left leg, a slit that ran up to your knee, presenting your legs and your future choice of heels.

When showing that dress to Andy he looked up from his phone, absolutely stunned. You were always able to take away his breath, as cheesy as it sounds.

The third dress, a navy blue maxi dress. Long lace sleeves that were surprisingly comfortable.

And finally, the fourth dress. A grey cold shoulder midi dress, with some lace on the chest.

All of the dresses Andy loved, which really didn’t help. You specifically brought him along for his opinion.

So maybe you were a little indecisive on your own…

After a few minutes of debating, you received an answer.

“I love the burgundy one.”

And you agreed with him.

At the counter, Andy fought you to buy the dress to which you stubbornly replied that you’d buy it yourself.

It was a running game in your marriage. The two of you would always “fight” over who would pay.

“Just save us from the knock-down drag-out and let me pay!”

You both were really too good for each other, but in the best way possible.

The lady at the shop had politely offered to hold the dress so you could come back and get it tailored tomorrow. Very helpful since you only had bicycles as the chosen mode of transportation.

By the time you had finished dress shopping, it was already time for dinner, the ice cream dissipating and no longer able to quench your hunger.

The bicycles were still latched to the rack as you and Andy sat on the bench beside it.

“You hungry?” You nodded and Andy pulled out his phone looking for places to eat, you doing the same.

Ten minutes later, Andy had found a pizza parlor about 3 miles away, an easy bike ride for you both.

The pizza parlor chosen was your typical family-run restaurant, simple yet delicious food.

After being seated, the two of you were starving, so hungry that when the waiter came for drink orders, you also put in the pizza order.

For the twenty minutes that ensued, you and Andy shared a basket of bread, making conversation about work and such.

When the pizza showed up on the table, it was like a saint had arrived. Your empty stomachs figuratively thanked you both at the first bite of pizza.

Like ravenous animals, you both scarfed down at least two slices in a matter of minutes. Pausing, Andy looked at you and you did the same.

Setting the pizza down, the two of you just started laughing at your messy guzzling, pizza sauce on both of your faces.

The people around you were probably confused at your sudden outbursts. Then again who cares?

Once again, you wiped Andy’s face, him doing the same to you. As you wiped the sauce from his beard, Andy caught your hand and kissed your wedding ring.

“You truly are my best friend, (y/n). I don’t deserve you.”

Andy was most certainly your best friend and you his.

Eeekkk im literally screaming. I looove andy. Sorry for the crappy writing, yet thanks for sticking through it.

#andy barber #chris evans #andy barber x reader #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x you #andy barber imagine #chris evans x reader

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wolfs-hunt1 · 5 years ago

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Soaking secrets

Heavily taken from the bathtub scene with Andy, except it's the reader, and Damon gets a surprise twist.

Damon x reader

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The warm soapy water sloshes a bit around you when you move closer to Damon, kissing him while he pulls you closer.

"I can't believe you called me. I thought I was being too forward when I gave you my number at the bar."

"I like a woman who knows what she wants," Damon says looking at you in the eye. You giggle and move your hand across his arm, caressing him softly.

"Thank you. So what do you want? Mr tall, dark and handsome?"

"I'm not that tall." he prompts making you let out a chuckle, kissing you before he leans back against the tub again. He sighs.

"I need a distraction."

"You can booty call me anytime you want."

"See the thing is," he reaches for a wine glass on the floor," miss sexy librarian." he winks, making you giddy at the compliment. "I have a problem I need help with that is really messing with my mind." this worries you a bit, he seems really down.

"Tell me about it." he shrugs, splashing some water around with his movements.

"I'm in love with a woman I can never have." he's looking off to the side, not finding your gaze, while he takes a sip from his glass.

"I knew it." you say disappointed, reaching out for his glass and taking a small sip. "I know how to pick them. So why can't you have her? She's with another man I assume."

"Yeah, but that's..." he frowns, and takes back the glass from you "That's not the point. The point is that I'm in love with her and that's driving me crazy. I'm not in control." he downs the remaining wine in the glass and puts it back on the floor.

"You dont trust yourself around her?"

"I dont trust myself around anyone (Y/N)." you look at him raising your eyebrow, prompting him to go on. "I'm bad, (Y/N), I do things." you raise your fingers our of the water and roll your eyes, a soft 'uhh' leaving your lips. "I kill people."

"So what?" you say it without thinking, smile falling from your lips the second after, his eyes widening, and looking at you with a curious look. "I mean that's terrible...." you were getting agitated and ready to cover your slip up when we reaches under the water for your leg and pulls you closer to him, looking you straight in the eye.

"Dont be afraid. okay?" he says with a soft voice, making you feel all your muscles relax again, his eyes transfixed in yours, never leaving contact. He caresses your shoulder before sighing and reclining back on the tub. "What did you mean?" he questions again. His interest picked up, all thoughts of Elena out of his mind. For now.

"Killing doesn't bother me. I've done it before, that's why I fled from the last town to here, people were starting to get nosy. Why do you kill people?" you ask innocently, all traces of fear and embarrassment gone from your system.

"Because I like it." he was still dumbstruck with your answer. Not because he wasn't used to humans killing. But because you looked so innocent and shy just a couple of minutes before. He prided himself for being able to read people, but you? You were being a little mystery box for him. Full of surprises. "It's in my nature. It's who I am." you nod in understanding.

"Changing one's nature isn't easy. And if it pains you in any way, are you even changing for the better? Is it even worth it in the long run? Is it worth it, to destroy yourself, your identity, for someone who isn't even looking at you?" your words make him think. But his conflicted eyes tell you all you needed to know.

"But then I have to stay together to protect her, and she wants me to be the better man, which means I can't be who I am." he's snarling at the end, but he tries to keep his voice calm. "See the problem I'm having (Y/N)?"

"Well, maybe that is who you are now. Love does that Damon, it changes us." your words make a pained expression bloom on his features.

"Just stop talking. Just kiss me. Be my distraction." He leans in, taking your face between his strong hands and kissing you fervently. He moves from your lips to your jaw, and soon to your neck. He nips and licks, sucking on your soft skin until you feel a sharp pain, warm liquid rushing out and across your back. He keeps sucking on your blood, your strength to push him away soon vanishing, black spots swimming in your vision, until it all finally fades to black, your body going limp on the vampire's arms.

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You start to feel your mind returning to your body, stirring in the soft cold sheets but a heavy weight on top of you prevents you from moving much. Your eyes flutter open to a dark room, the only light getting in was the moon through the drawn curtains. You try to move onto your left, but a solid chest prevents you, and when you try to look back, a sharp pain on your neck reminds you of what happened. Damon had bitten you and drank from your blood. But if you were awake then he hadn't killed you.

"Stop moving around, pet. It's late and I want to sleep." the sleep laced voice behind you says, pulling you closer to his chest and nuzzling his nose on the tender skin of your neck. "You smell delicious."

"You didn't kill me?" he tightens his hold on you and inhales from your pulse point for a few seconds before he just sighs and answers.

"No. What you said made me think. So I decided to spare you. For a while longer at least. Maybe you can be a good enough distraction and go out to kill with me once in a while." his voice his soothing, not matching the words he's saying at all. But in a way, you feel even more relaxed to hear them. Maybe this was the distraction he really needed. Someone who understood him, and his nature. Someone with the same urges, and cravings. Even if it was a human.

#damon salvatore #xreader #damon x reader #blood #blood drinking #my writing

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dinglemingle · 5 years ago

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Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy)

Chapter 4(ao3)

"Look mate I'm not being funny but my timetable says room 228" Aaron had been arguing with his head of year, Mr Clark, for the past 5 minutes. He waved around the sheet, frustrated at being in the office instead of lesson

"No need to take that tone Aaron" the middle aged man picked up some papers before sitting down and typing something on the computer

"I'm sorry but there must have been a mix-up, room 228 is in the old building which is no longer in use"

Aaron rolled his eyes, why had the room been printed on his timetable then?

Mr Clark printed off a sheet before passing it to Aaron

"There you go son, room 128" Aaron snatched the paper, looked at it briefly before stuffing it in his pocket

"Thanks" he called as he threw open the door and waltzed out into the hallway

It was his first day and he really couldn't be arsed having to trapes around unfamiliar halls trying to find his lesson. He'd managed to arrive on time and get through his first two lessons with a hitch

He found the common room fairly easily, where he met up with Adam. Everything was going swimmingly, but he was Aaron Dingle so that didn't last long

The bell rang and he pulled out his schedule, checking where he was next

electronics, room 228 Mrs Vince

Okay, all he had to do was go to the technology block and he'd be there.

20 minutes later when he was wandering around aimlessly trying to find 228, he felt like kicking himself for thinking it would be that easy

Bumping into Robert hadn't helped either

"Oi dingle" the voice had called him from the other end of the corridor, Aaron had recognised who it was in an instant

Spinning around he was met with Robert sauntering towards him, hands in pockets, smug smile adorning his face

"What are you doing, wandering around?" Aaron rolled his eyes at Roberts hypocrisy

"I could ask you the same question" he leant against the wall, raising his eyebrow

"I asked you first" Robert inched closer, Aaron felt his heart beat in his chest

Aaron decided maybe he shouldn't act so smart with Robert

"I can't find my class" he looked down, suddenly feeling embarrassed at being lost like he was a kid in secondary school again. Without asking, Robert snatched the paper from Aaron's hand and inspected it thoroughly

The lad smirked and let out a repressed scoff

Crossing his arms Aaron barked back at the boy in front of him "what"

Robert simply shook his head before passing the paper back

"It's nothing" he pointed behind him and smiled "just go down there, take a left, go down the stairs and you'll find the room"

Before Aaron could even utter out thanks, Robert patted him on the back and brushed past him, off to do whatever it was he did when not in lesson

So Aaron had naively followed Roberts directions and ended up in the English department, just as clueless as before.

Bloody Robert Sugden, Aaron kicked a wall in frustration at the boy's attempt at a windup

That's when Mr Clark had appeared and ushered him into the pokey little pastoral office

After about 5 more minutes he found the godforsaken room and braced himself for the awkward entrance

He wiped his sweat-stained hands on his trackie bottoms before twisting open the door handle. The lump in his throat formed as a room of eyes locked onto him. At the front of the class, a small woman turned her head and stopped halfway through the diagram she was drawing

"Yes?" her voice was firm, yet soft

"I'm Aaron, I uh couldn't find the room" he was quite, hating the attention drawn to him, yet that didn't stop the one or two sniggers from the back of the class

The teacher squinted her eyes at him, before raising her arms in the air as if she'd suddenly remembered and spinning round to her desk to grab something

"Ah yes Aaron, I was wondering where you'd got to" she ushered him a worksheet and a textbook "there you go, find yourself a seat and I'll see you after to go over what you've missed"

Aaron took the work and shot to the back of the class, eager to disappear

The rest of the day was fairly normal, he went through the rest of his lessons without getting lost, and come lunchtime he had gotten more adjusted to the college environment

Aaron placed his tray down, before realising he forgot a fork, which was good seen as he still had a bone to pick with Robert, and the blond had just walked into the canteen

Approaching the lad he prepared himself for the confrontation that would ensue

Hi hand clasped onto Robert's shoulder and roughly spun him around, growing increasingly angry, he didn't like to be messed about

"You think you're funny?" He looked up at the older boy, who was staring at him without a care in the world

"Yes actually I do" Robert replied, instantly knowing what Aaron was angry about

"I don't appreciate you giving me the runaround" he continued to glare up at Rob

"I don't appreciate you bombarding me when I'm trying to get my lunch" Robert spoke as if everything he said was the most important thing in the world

It irritated Aaron how smug he was

"Should have thought about before you started acting like a pratt" Aaron poked at his chest, warning him not to carry on

"Please spare me" Robert sighed, trying to escape Aaron's intense stare "it was a joke, relax" he gave Aaron that ridiculous smirk, the one that appeared when he thought he'd won. Aaron seriously contemplated wiping it off his face with a sharp punch

Not wanting to get kicked out on his first day, however, he gave Robert a shove instead

"Well if you try it again, I'll be the one laughing by the time I'm done with you" Aaron threatened him, voice low and eyes dark

Robert just laughed to himself

"Oh no I'm quaking in my boots" with that he strolled off to his friends, but not without shoving Aaron firmly with his shoulder, which happened to be quite hard

Despite his best efforts, Aaron failed to keep his mind off of Robert during his free period. He couldn't deny how good he'd looked in that leather jacket, even if he was being a prick.

Over the past week, he hadn't been able to get the boy off his mind, which to be honest wasn't unusual, but ever since that night at the club his mind had been racing with thoughts of him. Aaron couldn't lie, seeing Robert all over Katie had stung, he'd imagined himself in her place so many times, actually getting to see Robert like that was something he never thought would become a reality. Unfortunately for him, Robert's hands weren't roaming over his body, but hers

He'd tried to suppress the feelings of anger that bubbled in him whenever he saw any of Roberts conquests, but it had been especially hard when Katie was always showing up in the village, Andy by her side

The nerve of her, to gossip about Robert, to slag him off so openly and look down on him and all the girls who willingly fell for his charms, yet let herself become one of those girls. Aaron knew he had no right to judge her, especially not when he'd been fairly open in his dislike of Robert and still continued to long for the blond.

It didn't matter, Aaron thought, he hadn't actually gone there (not like Robert would ever offer, being very straight) and he didn't have a boyfriend he was cheating on, and with his brother no less!

The possessive jealousy inside him would feel bitter towards Katie and all of Robert's girls, no matter how stupid it was, for they all had what he wanted more than anything.

He just couldn't help it, he would always feel like this towards the lad, he wished he didn't but he did, and it seemed there wasn't much he could do

Chewing the lid of his pen, Aaron flicked through the pages of the notebook in front of him, every one empty. He was supposed to be making notes on circuits, but his mind had slipped off to other places. He kept fiddling, unable to find the strength to start working

Suddenly his jacket pockets were the most interesting thing. Repeatedly he played with the zipper, up and down and up and down, until something tumbled out from one of the pockets and down onto the floor

Curious, Aaron picked it up, it was a scrunched up piece of paper that definitely wasn't in there before

Aaron smoothed out the paper to reveal a message

Meet me outside of 228 at 3

Don't be late

Aaron took a look at the library clock,2:50. Could he really be bothered waiting around at three instead of going home? No, not really, but he wanted to know who'd left the note and what they wanted.

Maybe whoever it was had been involved with the time table mix up, at first he thought it was just the school and first day stress, but now he wasn't so sure, it couldn't be a coincidence could it?

Maybe it was Robert being stupid again and Aaron was overthinking? But he couldn't see the lad going to all this trouble for a joke.

That was how Aaron found himself walking over to an abandoned classroom that hadn't been used since the 90s, eager to find out what was so urgent.

At 3:07 when nobody had shown, he was beginning to think he'd been had and cursed himself for being a gullible idiot and made his way to move

That was until a certain someone emerged from round the corner of the old halls and grabbed his arm, stopping him from moving

Robert Sugden really was unbelievable

"This another one of your jokes?" Aaron questioned, yanking his arm from Robert's grasp

The taller lad just got closer, before crossing his arms and leaning against the door

"No" Robert finally spoke, it was short and simple and it provided no explanation to why Aaron was there

"So what do you want then?" He was becoming quite frustrated with Robert, it was 3:10 and he should be on the warm bus home

After an uncomfortable silence, in which Robert stared at him with a look Aaron couldn't quite work out, he replied

"I saw you the other night" Aaron's eyes grew wide, great Rob was going to think he was some massive perv

"I'm just letting you know that if I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut"

Typical, Aaron thought, once again Robert only cared about protecting himself

"I wasn't planning on telling anyone"

Robert titled his head slightly and gave him a questioning glance as if he was trying to work out whether Aaron was lying

"Good" seemingly he decided Aaron was being genuine

"Chrissie doesn't need to know"

"You two official then?" Last Aaron checked it was just a fling, Robert never one to actually have a steady relationship, the pang of jealousy hit his chest

"Why do you care?" Robert shot back, not liking Aaron's cocky tone

"Oh I don't, think she will though when she finds out about you and Katie" he smirked at Robert, who suddenly stiffened "and what about poor Andy and daddy dearest, doubt they'd be pleased"

Suddenly Robert lunged forward and pushed him into a wall, glaring at him

Aaron felt the wind knock out of him as his back hit the hard surface with force

Looking up, he met Roberts eyes, dark with anger

"I swear to god if you open your trap to anyone" Robert's voice was deep like gravel, Aaron had never seen him like this, so furious

"I won't" Aaron although not scared of Robert, didn't really want to fight the lad, so he tried to dissolve the situation. Besides he hadn't been serious about telling Chrissie, he'd let his jealousy get the better of him

The pair held eye contact for what felt like years, and for a split second Aaron was convinced Robert's eyes flicked down to his lips, but it was fleeting, as not long after Rob unclenched his fists from Aaron's shirt and stepped back

Taking a sharp inhale he looked up at Aaron again

"Go" his voice was much quieter now, but Aaron could still feel the venom on his tongue

Not too fond of Robert in this state, and certainly not wanting to be at the end of his fist, Aaron flung out the door like a shot

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On the bus ride home, he kept replaying that moment when Robert's eyes had found their way to his lips. Yes it was brief, but Aaron had seen it, and he'd also seen the way Rob's tongue had darted over his own mouth, and the breath in his throat had hitched

He couldn't stop the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach just thinking about it, despite how Robert had behaved earlier

It seemed he'd left the derelict classroom with far more questions than answers

#Chapter 4!!#robron #emmerdale #my work #Aaron Dingle #robert sugden #fanfic #.

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wildshadowtamer · 5 years ago

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Andy the Bird Boy [SDV Fanfic]

Dunno if this counts as a fanfic or not but I'm presuming it is!

Andy belongs to me and all the others belong to ConcernedApe, creator of Stardew Valley.

Warnings: Bit of angst/depression at the beginning but otherwise good. Also short gay boys.

Word Count: 3,170 Words 17,739 Characters 71 Sentences 108 Paragraphs

Story under the cut cuz It’s long:

"And for my very special grandson" Grandpa laid in his bed, a young blonde boy kneeling beside him "I want you to have this sealed envelope." He passed the child a white envelope with a purple seal on it, he tried to open it, but his Grandpa stopped him "No, no, don't open it yet. Have patience" His grandson stopped, looked at the seal and nodded

"Now, listen close." the lad shuffled forward quietly "There will come a day when you feel crushed by the burden of modern life....and your bright spirit will fade before a growing emptiness." The tired man explained, "When that happens, my boy, you'll be ready for this gift."

"Now...let grandpa rest..."

that was the last time he ever saw his Grandpa.

23 years later...

[His POV]

Same job, same work, same life over and over. That's how my life is going so far, just dull and repeating.

My nightmare.

You see, i work at Joja, a large office company that does nothing to make their employees lives good. We barely even get breaks.

For a smoker who can't sit still for too long without going insane like me, that's a few hundred layers of hell on the daily.

Today, i was feeling particularly pessimistic, hunched over at my desk, half-asleep and dreading the next eight hours that followed. That was, until, I remembered my grandfather's old letter he gave me "....hmm."

I leaned back in my seat, opened my drawer next to me and removed the sealed envelope Grandpa had given me way back when I was a young boy "...well, can't get worse than this." I mumbled as i tore open the letter and straightened it out

It read:

"Dear Andy,

If you're reading this, then you must be in dire need of a change.

The same thing happened to me, long ago. I'd lost sight of what mattered most in life...real connections with other people and nature. So I dropped everything and moved to the place I truly belong.

I've enclosed the deed to that place...my pride and joy: Sunflower Farm. It's located in Stardew Valley, on the southern coast. It's the perfect place to start your new life.

This was my most precious gift of all, and now it's yours. I know you'll honour the family name, my boy.

Good Luck.

Love, Grandpa."

I couldn't help but cry, Grandpappy was the person i was closest to, I was so heartbroken that I wasn't given anything when he died but...I was wrong, Yoba was I wrong!

I flipped over the letter, and there was an extra piece of writing:

"P.S If Lewis is still alive, say Hi to the old guy for me, Will ya?"

I shakily laughed, tears rolling down my face and a goofy smile on my face.

I got up and headed shakily to the manager's office, there were already two tickets to the farm in the envelope so I didn't care what would happen

"Sir, I quit." I walk in, merely putting the letter on the desk and leaning against it, management nearly choked on his drink, he spluttered and looked at me like I had grown wings "w...what!? You can't do that!"

I looked at him with a completely straight and serious face, "Yes, I can. And I just did." I responded in such a monotone voice i was surprised my voice could even do that, but with that, I shrugged, took my letter, clocked out and went home.

I called my parents, and they were so happy, saying they'd call Lewis to tell him ahead of time since I couldn't go for another week.

One week later.

My alarm went off loudly, and I scrambled to get dressed in possibly the best clothes I have: a white undershirt with a fancy red waistcoat and matching red dress pants.

Terrance, my Mourning Dove, called hungrily, I quickly fed him and scurried to grab my tickets and brush my hair, which is now a flaring red compared to my old childhood blonde.

"Come on, Terry!" I grabbed his cage and made it down to the bus stop, adjusting the fabric cover so he wouldn't be too loud. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I couldn't help but grin happily, admittedly i did get some looks from the other people waiting since i was dressed like i was from the 1700s, but I like it so why should i care?

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Andy waited patiently throughout the hour-long ride, keeping Terry's cage on his lap as he watched the city turn to landscape, then rolling fields and beautiful forests.

Eventually, the bus rolled to a stop, the young man, being the only passenger left jumped to his feet once he felt the bus stop, he grabbed Terry's cage carefully and stepped off the bus happily.

A mid 40's woman with orange hair waved him over "Hello! You must be Andy!" She exclaimed happily as he approached "I'm Robin, the local carpenter. Mayor Lewis sent me here to fetch you and show you the way to your new home. He's there right now, tidying things up for your arrival." Continuing, she held out a hand, to which Andy shook politely

"The farm's right over here, if you'll follow me." She grins, leading him over to a pathway, a small house in the distance.

"This is Sunflower Farm." Andy took a step back and gritted his teeth in surprise when he saw the state of his old grandfather's farm, overgrown with weeds and trees as far back as it went. "What's the matter?" Robin asked with a giggle, turning to speak to him clearly. "Sure, it's a bit overgrown, but there's some good soil underneath that mess!" she smiled, hands behind her back and giggling as Andy sighed, giving her a glance that read 'are you sure....?'

"With a little dedication, you'll have it cleaned up in no time!" She reassured the nervous boy, turning his attention to the humble little shack behind them "...and here we are, your new home!" She exclaimed; happily, the door slammed open, and an older gentleman with a well-kept mustache walked out "Ah, the new farmer!" He smiled, walking down the steps to stand beside the two redheads

"Welcome! I'm Lewis, Mayor of Pelican Town." he addressed himself, holding out a hand which Andy quickly took "Andy, s-sir." The boy stuttered as he formally addressed the mayor.

"Please, just call me Lewis." He smiled; Andy went red and nodded, pulling his hand away "Y-yes s- uh lewis." He stammered, keeping his hands formally behind his back.

"You know, everyone's been asking about you." Lewis continued, "It's not every day that someone new moves in. It's quite a big deal!" He exclaimed cheerfully; Andy was redder than his hair that resembled a lions mane, no matter how hard he tried.

"So..." Lewis went on "Your moving into your grandfather's old cottage." Andy nodded, the three of them turned and looked at the house once more "It's a good house, very...rustic." Lewis raised an eyebrow at the half-broken home

Robin snickered "Rustic? That's one way to put it! 'Crusty' might be a little more apt, though." Andy smiled awkwardly, trying not to insult his grandfather

Lewis rolled his eyes and glanced at Andy, smirking

"Don't listen to her, Andy. She's just trying to make you dissatisfied so that you buy one of her house upgrades." Andy giggled, and Robin gasped "Rude!" she crossed her arms and looked away "Anyway, you must be tired from the long journey, you should get some rest." Lewis nudged Andy towards the house a bit, to which he half-stumbled over the steps and brushed himself down once he got to the top of the two-step stairs

Lewis smiled "tomorrow you ought to explore the town a bit and introduce yourself" He proceeded "The townspeople would appreciate that." He nods absentmindedly, ignoring the bright red Andy standing in front of him barely able to stand from the embarrassment, Robin tried to hold back her laughter.

Lewis walked off, stopping at the big shipping box next to him "Oh, I almost forgot. If you have anything to sell, just place it in this box here. I'll come by during the night to collect it." and with that, the two walked off, leaving Andy red-faced, embarrassed and tired.

"...wait, what." the last half of Lewis' previous sentence caught up to him "Alright then." He mumbled to himself, calming down and opening the door to his new home "Ohhh boy" He looked around the small room:

a plant, a rug, a single bed, a fireplace, a table & chair and tv was all that stood, in what was mainly a wooden box.

Locking the door, he got changed from his smart clothes into his nightclothes: an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. "Well Terry," he placed the bird on the table "Welcome to our new home."

Terry started calling loudly from underneath the cover, to which Andy quickly fed him before readjusting the sheet one last time and collapsing into a tired heap on the small single bed.

He rolled over and sighed, smiling as he drifted to sleep.

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Once he woke up, he could hear the birds tweeting outside, and his own hungrily cooing "Alright, alright, gimme a sec..." Andy mumbled, tired from his long day previously

It took him a bit to wake up, but he did eventually feed the Dove and collect the tools that he noticed at the foot of his bed, as well as a present on the floor.

"huh..."

He kneeled down and took a note off it along with some parsnip seeds:

"Here's a little something to get you started -Mayor Lewis." He giggled, grinning at the sight of Mayor Lewis leaving this hear for him in the middle of the night.

Coo! Terrance called loudly "Whaaaat? You're extra loud today!" Andy got up and took Terrance out of his cage, to which the bird flew onto his shoulder and shut up "...you wanna come with me." He sighs jokingly annoyed.

"Alright, fine, but just because your such a cute birdy." He stroked the bird lightly before stepping outside and sighing "... I'll just go meet the residents before I tackle that." Andy excuses it, hurrying over to the town-centre

On his way over, he noticed some beautiful daffodils over by the bus stop, so he decided to pick them and throw them in the backpack he brought with him.

The town-centre was very lovely, clean and relatively old-fashioned from what he was used to, he even spotted a saloon opposite him.

"Oh! A calendar!" He exclaimed, reading the birthdays, he mentally noted that Lewis' was coming up 7 days from then, only then did he notice the sign above it "Pierre's" He mumbled, presuming it was were the glass doors lead to beside him.

"AND a help wanted board? Wow, this town is great!"

The boy continued to explore the town while nobody was up, but someone bumped into him while he was exploring:

"Whoever you are, I don't wanna talk, leave me alone." The man snapped harshly, making Andy stumble back in surprise and start blushing from embarrassment "O-oh, okay sir, s-sorry!" He backed away and hid behind a bush, his face extremely red

"...I didn't even catch his name..." He thought quietly, taking a deep breath and continuing his exploring.

On his way, he met multiple residents:

Gus, Penny, Pierre, Abigail, Caroline, and so many more.

Eventually, he skipped over the nearby bridge cheerfully, until he spotted a jojamart, and his stomach sank, he instinctively felt sick and started shaking. Trying to back away from it, he stumbled into a blonde boy who was just heading over the cobblestone bridge

"O-Oh! Oh, yoba i-i'm so sorry! i just...i..." He trailed off, barely able to stand "Woah, Hey, It's alright!" The blonde boy grabbed him, keeping him upright

"Take a deep breathe, what's wrong?" He asked cautiously, Andy breathed shakily and calmed a bit "I-It's just...I came here t-to get away from J-Joja and...It's just....h-hard to handle." He teared up, getting pulled into a hug by the stranger "Hey, it's alright, I work there too. I know it's pretty bad, but you don't have to go near it if you don't want to." He reassured the short man, rubbing circles into his back.

"S-sorry...U-um..." Andy pulled away, blushing through the tears "M-my name is Andy, I didn't mean t-to scare you." He nervously smiled, the other grinned and chuckled "It's no problem! The name's Sam! If you do need to go into there at any point, I'll stay with ya if you need it, okay?" He tells Andy, who nods shakily and waves him goodbye.

"Ack- No, Andy, don't be falling for cute boys just yet..." He mumbled to himself, his face redder than before.

Eventually, he went on with his day, Terry asleep on his shoulder and by night he decided to go to the saloon.

"Hey, Andy!" Sam called from the side room of the saloon, running over to hug the small, seemingly younger man "What brings you here tonight?" He asked, keeping one arm around him as he escorted him to the bar "Oh...just curious..." He mumbled quietly, his face bright red once again, about the 4th time today.

"Say...are you even allowed to drink? Legally, I mean?" He asked, Lewis rolled his eyes behind them "Uhh....do i really look that young?" He asked nervously, rubbing the back of his neck

Sam glanced him up and down "Yeah, younger than me, and I'm only 20!" He chuckled, Andy went a shade of red that probably isn't possible

He laughed awkwardly "I'm....30..." He said slowly, he felt the whole place stop and stare at him in disbelief:

It was fair enough, he did have a baby face and sounded about 14, acted 17 and was about 5'4, the average height of a 14-year-old, so he was far from offended, just surprised.

"No, waaay!" Sam laughed "30? Damn, I wouldn't have guessed! If you were any shorter, I would have thought you were 10!" He teased, poking at Andy's waistcoat

"Yeeaaahhh..." He wanted the ground to eat him at this point "So, way over the legal age to drink aha" He joked, Sam nodded and gestured for Gus to get the two of them a drink.

"Huh, you're old." A Dark-haired emo appeared next to Sam, his hair covering one eye ", And you look like a vampire, what about it." Andy snapped suddenly, crossing his arms.

The room went dead silent once more, the tense atmosphere so thin you could cut it "....sassy, nice." The emo finally spoke up, Andy regained his usual nervous personality and continued to get redder in the face, especially after he noticed both Sam and emo boy were ever-so-slightly blushing.

"Right, so!" Sam interrupted "This is Sebastian, my best friend!" he put an arm around Sebastian instead "But I call 'im Sebby!" He grinned, Sebastian shrunk into his hoodie, getting more red-faced.

"...Out of all the places you chose to live, you chose Pelican Town?" Sebastian asked quietly, the entire bar focused on them "uhh...y-yeah, the city got a bit too much for me....B-but It's better here, so...hah." Andy grinned awkwardly, stroking Terry absentmindedly

"....what the hell is on your shoulder?" The emo pointed to Terrance, Sam nodding beside him

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[Andy's POV]

The bar was silent and listening in, a few people whisper to one another about my bird "Oh, he's my Mourning Dove, T-Terrance! He doesn't tend to fly so h-he's completely safe, don't worry!" I reassure the two younger boys, Sebastian raises an eyebrow "....right." he mumbled, eyeing Terry cautiously

I squirmed a bit before making a dove call, sending Terry awake instantly and calling back "See?" I hold a hand to Terry's feet, he gladly steps on and coos

"He's completely docile! Got his shots n' everything, so he's fine to hold!" I continued to explain, feeling my heartbeat quicken "Hey Terry, do a twirl!" And with that, Terry flew into the air and follow the instructions perfectly, twirling around and eventually landing on Sebastian's head, cooing softly

Sam suddenly laughed, and Sebby went so many shades of scarlet he resembled my waistcoat "H-HEY! GET YOUR DAMN BIRD OFFA ME!" He yelled, unable to move much "Aaawww Terry likes you!" I laughed, carefully picking Terry off Emo's head.

"....thankyou," he mumbled, redoing his hair now that a bird isn't in it.

"Holy s-" Sam laughed, practically doubled over, Abigail half-choking in the background too "Wooow Seb! Never knew you were a bird guy!" He joked, his friend glaring at him through his hair and blush.

After Sam and Abigail had calmed down, we continued to chat for a half-hour until I noticed someone in the corner of the room

"hm?" I stopped, staring at the familiar person "Oh hey! I think we met earlier, right?" I got up, approaching the man in the scruffy blue jacket

"i thought i told you to leave me the hell alone." He growled, taking another sip of beer from the can he's been drinking all night "Don't mind Shane, he's pretty antisocial" Emily, the bartender, piped up

"...I like your hair." I mumble, trying to start a conversation "does it look like i care?" he shot my attempt down "....alright, sorry...." I mumble, half bowing and backing off

"Geez, what's wrong with that guy?" Sam asked as Andy returned to the group "I-I'm sure he'll lighten up eventually! You can't be salty forever... Besides, he looks older than me, I'm not gonna mess with him." I explained, feeling a bit more optimistic.

"Well, now that we've got hat over with, You three up for some pool!?" Sam jumped to his feet and ran to the back room where the pool table was, I scurried after him with Abigail behind me, Sebastian slowly following.

It was a few hours until people started to leave, but the four of us wanted to stay a little longer "Hey, Andy." Robin piped up before she left "You seem like a nice guy and that house is pretty broken down, how about i upgrade it for you? Free of charge, of course." She suggested, Sam gasped and Abigail grinned while I felt my ears go red

"Uhh yeah sure, thankyousomuch miss Robin!" I stumbled over my words, bowing to her in thank, we waved her goodbye and turned back to the pool table

"Where you gonna sleep now." Sebastian asked quietly "...Sam?" I turned to Sam, who nodded and grinned "Then it's settled!" I giggle, leaning into Sam slightly, although barely noticeable.

Sam showed me where his house is, heading back first with me following, but not before i heard something from Abigail

"Oh their so gay." and a chuckle from Sebastian, I went redder and chased after Sam, getting scolded by his mother for staying out so late without warning but then being welcomed and having a great sleepover.

I think I'm gonna fit in here.

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#stardew valley #Stardew Valley OC #sdv oc #sdv shane #sdv emily #sdv robin #sdv lewis #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #Andy Garth Superhalk #Terrance The Mourning Dove #fanfic #story #my writing

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snapshotxdelrusso · 5 years ago

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Breaking Boundaries

Who: @puckingup @snapshotxdelrusso

When: 20th February

Where: New York

Notes: A big change in Andy and Franco’s relationship. Sex.... And damn they nasty and need Jesus in their lives.... Also not completely finished but will add to it when finishing.

Wordcount: 6711

Franco was exhausted. He'd had to go over the events of what had happened, for the whole time he was with Jake so many times that day and by the recess, it was looking like Jake could walk free. It was during the recess that Andy had convinced him to tell them about the email and he gave in. When the courts heard that, you could see the sway in the jury and murmurs as he once again had to relive his past. As the trial came to a close, Jake was found guilty of Domestic Abuse and false imprisonment and was sentenced to serve a minimum of 7 years. As Jake was taken away, he shouted across the court room about how Franco was a liar and he loved him and how could he do this to him.... Franco was relieved but having to do the trial had taken its toll and once outside the court room he collapsed on the floor, sobbing hard as pulled his legs to his chest not sure who was there for him

Andy honestly had no idea what it was that she was doing in new York,she didn't know why she found it necessary to follow Franco there. It was almost like she had a soft spot for him or something. She couldn't really explain any of it. She did know however that he didn't deserve an of this bullshit. No one did. In the end she was pleased with the verdict and would have raised he'll if she didn't. Not that it'd matter. Now watching him her heart broke and before she knew what she was doing she was on the floor with him. She took his face in her hands so he could look at her if he wanted it needed to. "It's okay. It's over now. I've got you "

Franco looked up at the person holding him and saw Andy's eyes, "He's going to prison" said, his voice full of emotions, "I did that Andy, I did it. I made him go to prison" he sobbed as he looked to her for help, he didn't know what to do now.

Andy nodded her head at him with a faint smile. "You did and now he'll get was coming to him baby,"she without notice of the term of endearment and now you can do whatever you want and get back to work. Back to your friends,"she said not really knowing what she meant by that completely."it's okay. I promise,"she said before moving a hand to wipe a few stray tears. Before leaning in to press a soft kiss on his forehead.

Franco nodded, "But he's gunna suffer in prison and I'm to blame and he's..." He stopped as he took deep breaths, his sobs making it hard to breathe, "I can't be normal, I've ruined his life and I feel bad after everything he did to me"

Any shook her head no. "No. Fuck that and fuck him. He deserves it because if his actions not yours. You did nothing wrong you just think you did because he's a piece of trash for making you feel like this,"she said honestly as she raked a hand through his hair trying her best to make him feel better. "You know what'll really help? New York city pizza."

Franco pulled Andy into him so he could hold her properly. He knew this isn't what they did, knew this isn't how they were but he needed someone right now, "I just ruined his life and you suggest pizza" he said with a small scoff

Andy found herself leaning her head against him and letting of a content sigh. It had been forever since she was even like this around anyone.it was kind of nice,not that she'd admit that."he ruined his life the second he put his hand on you," she corrected ," yes pizza solves everything. When I got my heart broken I went to Chicago just for pizza pot pie."

Franco nodded into Andy's shoulder and he sniffed a little as his lawyer approached. He managed to push himself upwards and he shook his head, "Well we did it Franco" he said with a nod, "I hope you can get your life back on track now" he spoke honestly as he walked away. Franco had pulled Andy up with him and was still clutching her close, "Let's get pizza" he said sadly.

Andy listened as the lawyer spoke but couldn't help but roll her eyes as they seemed like a massive asshole but that was whatever. She got up carefully not wanting to fall or anything embarrassing. She just nodded her head at him. "Do you want me to hold your hand?"

Franco took her hand, not even thinking. They didn't do this, they weren't that your of 'couple'. They had sex and left straight after. He still had tears in his eyes and he felt terrible but he knew it was over now, "Thank you Andy" he whispered to the girl

With her free hand she wiped his tears yet again. "Its okay like unsaid I've got you,"she said with a shrug. "I'm a good friend. Always have been,"she said truthfully as they started walking out of the building.

As they headed down the streets he couldn't help but look at news stands. It would be big new come morning at Jake Weiss has been sentenced and he didn't wanna be around to hear it, "Can we leave tonight or early tomorrow?"

Andy let out a soft sigh before running her free hand through her hair. "We can leave when ever you want,"she comment ed ,"and we can do whatever you want'"she said before spotting a pizza place and crossing the street with him.

He sighed as he nodded, "I'm just worried about it all hitting the press tomorrow" he spoke with a sigh, "I don't wanna be here in New York when it does". They sat down and ordered and he looked up and across to her, "You've been great today Andy"

She looked across the table at him after taking her hand back. "We can just catch a red eye flight and get out of here and get you home and you can just take a day all to yourself."she shrugged her shoulders as if it was nothing. "It's whatever like I said I'm a good friend."

"Yeah maybe we get a different hotel closer to the airport and get the earliest flight?" He asked as the Waite brought the food, "You've been a proper good friend to me today. Sorry if it's weird or whatever"

Andy shrugged again before pulling out her phone and quickly booking two rooms at said airport hotel. "Done,"she said as she screenshots the confirmation number. "No biggie,"she said leaning back in her seat.

Franco nodded and smiled at her, "Cheers, how much do I owe you?" He asked as he took a bite of his pizza. People were staring at him but then, why wouldn't they, he was pretty big news in New York

She shrugged her shoulders "nothing. Pizza I guess. You can make me hit some high notes later whatever,"she said before picking up her own slice and taking a bite out of it.

Franco nodded, "I erm, don't know if I'm much up for sex tonight" he admitted, cheeks flushing red

"Understandable," she said daily. "I'll take a rain check for whenever don't even worry about it I was joking. Mostly,"she said with a smirk in between bites

"Yeah when we get back, I'll make sure I make it up to you" he offered, "This pizza is good... Did I make a mistake telling them about the email"

She shrugged her shoulders before rolling her eyes at his question. Like she got it but it slightly annoyed but more because of his ex. "No I don't. Its solid evidence and proved almost everything."

Franco sighed, "Yeah but, would he have gotten off if I didn't? You heard him, he kept shouting at me across the court room" he said toying with his pizza

"I don't think so. Dudes a physco," she said finishing her slice and going for a new one. "I mean the yelling wasn't helping his case . I think that you need to stop with the whatever's and what ifs and go with the now."

Franco nodded, "Sorry. I just... Its taken it out of me and that email, he seriously made me think I'd imagined it Andy"

Andy shook her head as she got a serious look on her face. " That's just what shitty guys do. Make you seem like the crazy one when they're the one who hurt you," she said with a frown forming on her face.

"Yeah but I just... I know I shouldn't let him get into my head but all I could think was what if I did make it all up or something. I know I didn't but.... sorry Andy. I'll stop thinking about it now" he said with a nod, finally eating another bite

Andy nodded her head as she went for her 3rd slice and covering it in Parmesan cheese. "It's okay. Its a shitty situation. So I get it." She shrugged her shoulders again. "Are you done?with the pizza I mean."

Franco had only managed one slice of pizza but he really didn't wanna eat, "Yeah I'm done, I don't have much of an appetite right now"

"Again...understandable,"she said with a nod a flashed him a smile. "You wanna get out of here?"

Franco nodded and went to pay before coming back, "Should we go back to the hotel? I kinda wanna hide away a bit"

"Yeah,"she said easily," lets pick up our stuff and go to the new hotel maybe get a nap in so he can get out of here asap," she questioned figuring that'd be the idea for him since he wanted to just be pow key.

Franco nodded and moved towards the door, "The hotel isn't far so we'll be back to the new one in like half hour"

Andy followed behind him and hesitantly reached out to lace their fingers together again some what scared the moment had passed or maybe he didn't want that at all. But she she did want to hold his stupid hand for whatever reason. "That works."

Franco was a little shocked when Andy took his hand again but he didn't even try and push it away, he actually relaxed his fingers as they walked to the hotel. He knew the moment he was in his room later he'd crack at the seams but this was nice

Andy took a deep breath as he took her hand. It was odd her feeling..well anything. "Do you want me to get an uber or just walk?totally up to you." She stated as they walked together in the street . "I mean walking sucks so."

Franco nodded, "An uber is fine, I don't really feel like I can walk far right now anyway and my things are all packed already so we won't keep them waiting long".

Andy simply nodded her head before whipping out her phone with her free and and quickly ordering a car. "It'll be here in five minutes."

Franco nodded and just held her hand whilst they waited. When the Uber got there, he jumped in the back, explained what they needed and they were off

Andy followed his lead and relaxed against the leather seats with his hand still in hers. "Do you want me to run in and just grab everything?"

Franco nodded, grabbing the key card from his wallet, "Yeah please, I just wanna get to my room now"

"Understandable,"she said with with a tiny smile before taking the key card from him and hopping out. It didn't take very long for her to grab both of there things and check out. She got back in the car. "You ready to go?"

Franco waited patiently, his hands shaking a little as he was left alone with the driver. When Andy came back, his face showed clear signs of distress and he'd scratched a red mark into the back of his hand, "Yeah ready"

"Hey your okay,"she said instantly noticing his face. She closed her door before they started to move again. "It's all gonna be okay,"she repeated.

Franco nodded as he clutched her hand, his hand shaking in her grip, "Yeah sure it's OK... He's gone now"

"It's okay you've got me,"she said not really knowing what she meant by that. "She then took her free hand to cup his cheek."And not many people can say that."

Franco gulped and leaned into her hold, "I just feel like I'm gunna break you know? I don't feel strong enough to do this" he whispered.

"It's over,"She whispered back. " you can move on with everything. Get back to work maybe find a new gal or guy. Which obviously won't s love everything but I'm sure it'll help."

Franco nodded, "Yeah I know. I know it's over and he's gone and I'm safe now" he said as he rubbed his hand over hers, "New person... No one will want someone like me now"

Andy bit her lower lip as she listened to him and questioned what she should even do to respond to that. "Franco I...,"she started but couldn't figure out the words to say or what she even wanted to say. So she closed her eyes,leaned in and kissed him.

Franco watched as words failed the other and her lips were on his, "You what Andy?" He asked, there faces so close.

She let out a soft sigh uncertain of what he wanted her to say. "I don't know,"she said honestly. "I don't know."

Franco nodded as they pulled up at the new hotel, "I erm.... We'd err.... Thanks man" he said, paying the driver and climbing out

She quickly pulled away face red of embarrassment. She grabbed her things as she walked in to check in. She then handed him his key card. "I'll see you in the morning."

Franco watched as she gave him his card and he pulled her back, "Andy talk to me. Tell me what's going through your mind, please don't hide things from me"

Andy was almost to the elevator when he stopped her. "Nothing is going on. I shouldn't have come here with you. It was stupid."

Franco felt liked he'd been punched at the words, "OK" he said, turning away "I shouldn't have asked you to come" he spoke as he picked his things up and headed for the stairs

"Damnit,"she said with a dramatic sigh. "I'm into you okay,"she called from across the way. "So like don't think like that or whatever,"she said before running a hand through her hair and looking in his general direction.

Franco froze as he heard the words and he turned, "You're into me? You like me?" He asked moving towards her and dropping his bags on the floor. He took a breath and before he knew it, his lips were in hers, hands cupping her cheeks.

All she could do was nod her head not wanting to say it allowed again. It was true she'd been very into him the moment they met but masked it all by saying she just wanted to sleep with him. She kissed him back eagerly but with a certain sweetness to it.

Franco felt his breathing catch as he felt her kiss back and he gulped as he pulled away, "Fuck the rules, stay with me tonight?"

As much as she wanted to give him a hard no she shook her head yes. "Yeah okay,"she said before swallowing hard and just looking at him.

Franco nodded as he took her hand, picking his bag up and biting his lip, "Maybe we should talk? About whatever this is when we get to the room?"

She took a deep breath "Do we have to do that? Are you gonna like lose sleep over it? I I'm not good at conversions deeper than Harry Potter couples and supreme vines,"she said shaking her head " Which is stupid I know."

Franco closed his eyes, "Yeah, we have to Andy. You saw what my last relationship was. You saw what happened. I have to know what's happening"

Andy let out another dramatic sigh. "Fine but I'm going to complain the whole time." She understood why he wanted to talk she was just a little closed off. "Fine,"she repeated.

Franco nodded, "You can complain I don't care if you complain I just have to know, I hope you understand that" he said as he led her towards the elevator

She took a deep breath as she followed closely behind him. "Yeah I get it. I'm just not good at it."

Franco led Andy to his room and opened the door, pulling her inside and leading her over to the bed, "What do you want from this?" He asked her, scared for the answer

"Wow right to it,"she said with a sigh as she put her bag down on the floor. Her heart was racing. "I don't know...,"she said honestly. "I've only been in one relationship and it didn't go well even though 20 year old me thought it was going to be forever but I'm not so naive anymore,"she said shaking her head and looking away from him.

Franco scoffed, "One relationship that didn't go well... Yeah I think I'm kinda the captain of that ship Andy" he said with a gulp. He sighed as he looked downwards, "I'm scared OK. I know you would never hurt me but the only example of a relationship I have had, he just got sent down for 7 years"

She scoffed as well rolling her eyes at him. Which yeah was rude but. "I'm afraid of not being enough . I'm not the person people want to be serious about . so I just sleep with them to give myself the validation then move on. And at almost 25 that doesn't feel the same anymore."

Franco took her hand and turned so he was facing her properly, "You are more then enough for me Andy. You've supported me through all this when everyone else would have run a mile. If you wanna be serious, I'll be serious with you"

Andy shook her head. "How can I be enough for you when I wasn't enough for even my Dad," she said with her voice cracking

Franco watched and he heard the crack in her voice, "Don't do that" he whispered, "I could say the same. How can someone want me when all my ex did was kick the living shit out of me. You dad is an ass, you are wanted... so much"

She shook her head "if I can't say that ...you can't say that,"she said with a laugh although she was on the verge of tears. "I want you too...so much."

Franco didn't know what to say as he held her face in his hands, "Tell me Andy, what do you want? What do feel? What's going through your mind? No matter how scary it is you have to tell me"

She finally made eye contact with him. "I want you. But I don't know how to be the person you need. If you haven't noticed...I'm dramatic and sarcastic and not very nice."

Franco bit his lip, "I want you too Andy" he whispered, "We can work it out?"

All she could really do was nod her head then close her eyes. She half wondered if this was actually even happening. She hadn't even know him that long but it was something about him. "Okay,"she said softly.

Franco watched her closely, "Okay?" he said, "So what does this make us?"

She swallowed hard feeling ridiculously nervous. "Whatever YOU want to be." There that was safe even if it still terrified her.

Franco sighed and he looked up at her, "I wanna be with you, as a couple"

She looked at him nervously then nodded."as long as we don't wear matching outfits and send out cringey Christmas cards that's okay. And you have to let me win at Mario kart at least once."

Franco actually laughed a little and he nodded, "No matching outfits, no cringe Christmas cards and I'll always let you win at Mario Kart" he agreed

She smiled softly at him. "Good. Okay I'll be a part of a couple with you. Nothing sappy though,"she half joked before leaning in to kiss him.

Franco kissed her back and he took a deep breath as he pushed her gently down onto the bed, kissing her the whole time

She help but to let out a low chuckle as he pushed her down on the bed. She wasn't really expecting it but couldn't complain. She moved his hands up his back as she kissed him back.

Franco kissed her with passion and he ran his hand up her top, hands playing with her skin as he rolled onto his side and gently pulled her onto him

She let out a content sigh as he kissed her and he proceeded to roll her on top of him."Thought you didn't wanna mess around tonight,"she teased breaking the kiss only to start kissing at his neck.

Franco scoffed, "Someone put me in a slightly better mood" he whispered, "But I am a little sore so, you'll have to do the work tonight babe" he whispered into her ear

She smirked against his neck at the same time taking in his scent and how his skin felt against her lips. She let out a little laugh against it at his words. "You want it soft and slow? Or quickish and nasty,"she asked somewhat seriously . though she was down for whatever.

Franco shrugged his shoulders as he tilted his head back, "I want you, I don't care how babe"

"Helpful," she mumbled into his neck before sitting up so she was straddling his hips. She then moved to remove her shirt followed by hers. She'd picked a good day not to wear a bra.

Franco watched as she undressed and removed his shirt. He somehow felt self conscious even though she'd seen it before, scars littering his chest. He reached a hand up to pull her down and started to gently suck on her breast

She hummed a bit as her eyes closed at the contact from his Mouth. "Franco fuck."Her hands then wondered to feel whatever part of his skin she could.

Franco worked with her breasts and moved a free hand down to her jeans, "Fuck I want you so much right now" he whispered, his cock hard inside his jeans

She found herself smirking again. "Oh yeah? Lets see what u can do about that babe,"she whispered before standing up to get the last two articles of clothing off of her and then him. "Your clean I assume?"

Franco nodded, "Yeah they tested me after I was rescued to make sure" he said with a nod, "Fuck your body is amazing"

Andy nodded her head before smiling at him. "You know what a benefit of being half of a couple with me? You get to raw dog it whenever You want without having to worry about anything. And thank you,"she said with her smile turning into a smugness. She then moved t her had to pump his cock a few times before taking her own hand to guide him into her easily.

Franco rolled his eyes, "It's like you want to ruin the moment" he breathed as she started to pump his cock, "Fuck babe" he whispered and then she climbed on top and he let out an animalistic groan, "Fuck, ride me babe, fucking ride me"

She rolled her eyes. She thought it was romantic but whatever.she grunted as she sunk onto him then grunted again at his words. She then moved to slowly roll her hips against him then built up speed.

Franco let his eyes close as he enjoyed the feeling of Andy riding his dick and he moved his hands to her hips, "Babe, fuck... Feels so good" he moaned, "Please fuck me hard"

Not needing to be told twice she swiftly pulled her hair up into a ponytail. After easily doing so she picked up her speed with another a moan making sure her clit rubbed against his skin adding to her pleasure. "Fuck."

Franco moved his hands to play with her breasts and he used one hand to rub her clit as she rode him, "Fuck... You are perfect... So fucking perfect"

She was flattered that he would say that and it turned her on even more so. "Fucking shit,"she moaned as he started to touch her. All three sensations were almost to much for her. "I'm gonna fun,"she nearly wined.

Franco started to thrust upwards, "I'm so close too baby" he whispered, "So fucking close..." He spoke as he stared to pant, "Fuck... Baby, so perfect fuck!"

She snapped her eyes shut as she tired to really focus at the task at hand. Within a handful of movements she was damn near screaming and clinching around him. After her body went limp causing her to drop to her elbows then press her forehead to his panting heavily.

Franco found it was the scream that pushed him over the edge and he came hard with a deep thrust inside her. When she was coming down he kissed her cheeks, holding her on him so she would be safe, "Was that good for you" he whispered, knowing it only gets better, perks of being an Italian

Andy couldn't help but to scoff at him. "What do you think?" She asked sarcastically as he she caught her breath. After a few moments she rolled off of him only to lay beside him.

Franco rolled onto his side as Andy lay next to him and he rolled his eyes at her, "Yeah well I didn't wanna assume, perks of having an Italian boyfriend"

She raised her eyebrow at him "oh yeah? So being Italian instantly makes you a good fuck? Good to know,"she said. "God that word sounds werid."

Franco scoffed, "No but being Italian means I'm not having any problems in the dick area" he said with a shrug, "Yeah it sounds weird for me to have a girlfriend trust me"

"If you say so,"she said rolling her eyes playfully before sitting up and just looking down at him with a soft smile. "You wanna go take a shower with me?"

Franco laughed and he sat up, "Yeah I could shower with you babe" he said with a nod, moving to the edge of the bed

[LOADS OF SEX ASSUMED CAUSE THEY NEED JESUS IN THEIR LIFE]

Franco woke up the next morning and he felt Andy against him and he pulled her close, "Morning babe"

Andy jumped slightly as he touched her first thing as she was waking up. That kind of thing was gonna take getting used to all things considered. "Morning,"she mumbled before rubbing her eyes. She'd never been a morning person. "I need coffee."

Franco laughed, "Yeah don't we all first thing, I'll get up and make you some" he said with a nod as he rolled out the bed, naked and went over to use the drink making facilities

She rolled her eyes before rolling over so she could admire his body again. "I didn't know there was a vending machine in here..cuz you lookin like a snack."

Franco laughed hard and he face palmed, "Must be broken cause we somehow got two snacks"

She shook her head at him. "Nope just the one snack."she said before sitting up in bed and wrapping the comforter around herself then proceeding to yawn.

Franco finished making the coffee and he brought it over to her, sitting on the bed with no hurry to get dressed, "Give us a kiss then" he smiled, leaning on his elbow

She moved her hands from under the covers to grin the cup. "Ah perfect some coffee to go with all that cake your packing,"she said with a smile before taking a sip and leaning in to kiss him on the lips.

Franco laughed and nodded his head, "See you kissed me" he spoke. Something so normal yet it felt so different that he was getting it from Andy, "Should we go somewhere?" He asked

She took a sip of her black coffee and sighed contently."Yeah you wanted to go back to L.A. right,"she asked curiously.

Franco nodded, "Yeah but why LA?" He asked, "Why don't we take a vacation? Jump on any plane, go to Italy?"

Andy narrowed her eyes to look at him blankly. " because that's what you said you wanted?" She paused as he spoke then nodded. " if you want yeah I've never been."

Franco smiled, "Leave America for a few days, get to Italy and you could meet the family" he said with a smile, "I mean that's where they live"

Andy's eyes widened as she looked at him with an odd look. "Dude its been like 12 hours..."

"Yeah I know but if we go to Italy, I can't not say hello to my family babe"

She looked at him. "Well I mean that's understandable but are you gonna pissy when I don't want to meet them?or want to be introduced as a friend,"she asked curiously. "Not that I don't think that going to Italy with you wouldn't be hella romantic...the food alone."

"No I won't get pissed babe" he said sipping his coffee, "Well we wouldn't be able to top it. You know going on holiday together after 12 hours"

She gripped her hand on her coffee mug before realising the other one and running a hand through her hair. "Thank fuck Because...I'm not ready for that. At all,"she said honestly. "You wouldn't half to top it? I like taco bell,makeup and Victoria's secret I'm easy to please."

Franco shrugged his shoulders, "I can go see my folks one day and you can relax by the pool or something" he said with a nod, "Or we could sack of Italy all together and go to Disney or something"

Andy shook her head. "No no you should be with your family all things considered,"she said honestly. "Although I've never been to Disney either. I'm glorified trailer trash."

"Yeah my family have very limited knowledge of what's happened" he admitted, "Pick babe, Disney or Italy?" He asked as he stood to get dressed

"I think you need to see your family,"she said not really knowing what or who his family was made of. I know my Ma would go nuts if she hasn't seen me in awhile. Her expression then turned to a point. "No no. Don't do that. "

"My family don't know cause it'll break their heart if they do" he said with a nod, "I've kinda been really alone with this". He furrowed his brow, "Don't go what? Ask you too pick or get dressed"

"Well I think you should tell them,"she said honestly. "They deserve to know and I mean my Ma and brother knows basically everything about me. But I understand if you don't want to break their hearts. I've broke my moms by getting a tattoo so I couldn't imagine." She looked as him with a grin. " Don't get dressed I didn't have any cake yet."

"Yeah they know the basic's. They know I was getting hurt but they didn't know to what extent and they thought at most he'd do a year" he whispered as he dropped his pants back to the floor, "Babe, you ca have your cake whenever you want it"

"Well I think you should go see them and I should stuff my face and not gain a pound,"she half joked and watched as he got naked. She let out a loud laugh. "How are you not completely exhausted. I am."

Franco raised an eyebrow, "I'm 24 years old, you are older then me" he said ignoring the first part of the conversation, "And you suggested eating your cake first.... I'm thinking you prefer meat though"

Andy rolled her eyes "only by like 8 months or something like that. " i like both but I am biased towards tube steak I guess,"she said with a smirk before putting her coffee on the bedside table. "Come here."

Franco shrugged, "Still older then me so you know, of course you tire easy" he laughed. He moved back towards the bed and knelt next to her, "If your tired, maybe I should have some breakfast" he said with a wink.

Andy rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. "I don't think age has anything to do with it maybe it's because as usual I did a majority of the work,"she teased raising a brow. "Oh yeah what do you suggest?"

Franco shook his head, "I only make you do the work cause I have broken ribs" he teased and he looked her up and now, "I mean, I could totally eat you out right now" he whispered, close to her ear

"Hmmm I don't remember that being a problem the first time I let you fuck me,"she said in a smug yet teasing manner.she bit her lower lip at his words and looked at him. "By all means go for it."

"Well the first time I just wanted to fuck you. Now I kinda wanna keep you and I don't wanna be damaged" he laughed. He slid under the covers and kissed her gently, before he worked his way down her naked body and his lips found her clit.

She didn't really know how to respond to his sentiment except to smile. So she smiled. She gasped as he kissed down her body even more so once his mouth was on her mist sensitive areas

Franco heard the noises she made and he worked a little harder, making sure that she was wet before he came up, "Hmm might leave you like that all day" he whispered against her lips

She looked at him with a smirk and shook her head. "You could,but you won't."

Franco scoffed, "Yeah you wanna test that theory"

Andy rolled her eyes at him."not particularity but I can do without. Just remember it goes both ways."

Franco laughed, "Awww babes you know for a fact you can't refuse this" he spoke pointing to his dick, "Only question, are you gunna be antsy on the plane if I don't finish what I started?"

"I have a hand and an imagination,"she said smugly still smirking. "But if you really are dying to do me..as Usual then go ahead."

"Dying to do you, I'm dying to tease you and fuck you on a beach in Italy" he teased

"Whatever you say,"she said cocking her head to the side and just smiling down at him.

Franco laughed, "What do you want babe" be whispered as he pushed her back and hovered over her, one hand either side of her head

Andy smiled at him as she moved her arm so she could stroke his cheek with her thumb. "You. That's what I want."

Franco bit his lip, "Bad choice" he whispered cheekily, "Could do better. Ten out of ten wouldn't recommend"

She cocked her head to the side. "Well haven't you heard?I'm one in a million?"

"Yeah and I'm the one that always gets returned for a refund" he spoke directly in her ear

"Lucky for you I lost my receipt,"she said before leaning up to pepper kisses on his neck. "So your stuck with me,"she whispered between kisses.

Franco didn't know how to react to the kindness and he bit his lip, "Wow, that's actually really sweet"

Andy could feel herself roll her . "yeah yeah yeah I'm a real sweetheart," she said with a second roll of her eyes.

Franco smiled, "Hey, you got all sentimental first"

"No," she said dryly, " in was just going along with what you were saying. No big deal,"she scoffed.

Franco sighed and rolled onto his back, laying next to her, "I swear, one day we will have a full moment"

"Well stop ruining them by throwing out the S word. I'm a Puckerman. We are not sweet by any means,"she said with a sigh.

"Oh I ruined it did I?" he asked, moving to the edge of the bed, "You was being sweet Andy"

"I was mot,"she said defensively as if that was the worst thing she was ever called. "It's whatever."

"Fine fine, I won't say it again" he said as he shifted to get his pants once more

"Come on don't be like that,"she said pouting before propping herself. "I'm sorry okay? But I don't like the mushy stuff so if it come out of my stupid mouth you gotta either ignore it or just nod and smile. I can't control the shit I say around you."

Franco turned to look at her and he nodded, "And I can't help the shit I say around you either babe" he admitted, "I think your fucking incredible"

She bit her lower lip. "So will work on it then. Now get back over here."

"Yeah we will" he breathed as he moved back to her, dropping his pants back to the floor

"Good," she commented before running her hands up his body carefully. "Can we just stay in this bubble for a little bit?"

Franco nodded, "This little bubble, just me, you and the hotel walls?"

She nodded her head "just for another hour or so.I mean your a pretty famous celebrity so,"she said playfully. "So the second we get back to L.A. or even the airport it's gonna be...something."

Franco nodded, just laying next to her, "Yeah I'm known worldwide" he said with a nod, "I don't even know how to handle the attention it's going to get. How do you wanna deal with it? We can keep it a secret?"

"I don't know,"she said honestly and laying so that her head was on his shoulder. I've never been with anyone publicly at least not really. I said I had a boyfriend which I did,"she shrugged again."it's up to you."

Franco scoffed a little, putting is arm out so he could wrap it around her, "We are in the public eye. We can try and hide it but it'll get out eventually"

Andy shook her head and then thought for a minute or so. "I don't want to hide it...I just don't want people to think your into be because I look like a man,"she said with a sigh , " or that I'm gold digging since I'm on the c list at best."

"You don't look like a man you are beautiful and the most gorgeous woman I've ever met" he said with a nod, kissing her head, "And I know you aren't with me for my money even if I am gunna spoil you rotten"

"If you say so," she said off handily although it made her blush. Only a tiny bit though. "You don't even need to worry about spoiling me. I'm a simple girl. Food and sex are all I need."

"I know so Andy" he whispered, gently playing with her hair, "I don't need too no, I want to cause you are my girlfriend"

She smiled and felt herself snuggle into his neck which was rather odd and uncharted territory for her. "Well your not gonna because I said so."

Franco bit his lip as she snuggled into him, "It doesn't work like that" he whispered

"Well it's gonna,"she whispered back with a small laugh ," I have my own money and I have everything I need."

"Yeah and I have a girlfriend who I'm gunna wanna buy presents for"

#para #andy

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Charlotte’s Choice

A Royal Romance AU fanfic

15a The Regatta part 2

Charlotte wrestles with her Father’s announcement and Brad admits his true feelings.

Scenes of a sexual nature, not suitable for under 18s

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15a The Regatta part 2

Charlotte’s head swam. Inwardly she raged at her Father for not warning her what he was planning. Outwardly she had to appear as if she already knew. If her life had been complicated before, it had just multiplied in complexity. Of course she knew that she’d be required to take on more power and responsibility soon, but now it was upon her. Add to that the fact that her father was terminally ill, and she was left reeling. She suspected that this was her Father’s way of focussing her mind, of pushing her toward his choice. She smiled in front of the other nobles, she watched the race, but she was numb. She was waiting until she could talk to her father in private, and she suspected he would try to put that off or choose a time when she was totally unprepared.

It was Maxwell that won the race, with Anton a very close second. The young Beaumont positively bounced on board the Royal Yacht and beamed with pride as he sat next to Charlotte while drinks and nibbles were served. She tried her hardest to let his bubbly persona lift her spirits, but it was difficult. Eventually they were alone, and he leaned across to her, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face.

‘Lottie, did you know the King was planning on involving you in State matters quite so soon?’ he asked in a low tone.

‘No, I did not’ she whispered ‘and I’ll be having words with him later. He could at least have told me before announcing it in front of everyone’ Max nodded

‘Well, as always, if you need a friendly ear, you know where to find me. I’m only sorry I can’t be more help’ Charlotte furrowed her brow in thought.

‘Well Maxxy, you could keep me updated on Court gossip – that might help me sway Council members If I need to apply leverage’ He grinned back

‘No probs Prinny’ he winked ‘Agent Max is on it. Drake said…’ and his eyes grew wide and he shut his mouth. Charlotte frowned

‘Drake said – what exactly?’ she asked. Maxwell squirmed uncomfortably.

‘It wasn’t anything really, I know you and he fell out – he was the one who told me he thought you’d been blindsided’ Charlotte sighed

‘I guess it just goes to show how well he knows me. I’m not quite so upset with him now, I’ll talk to him at some point soon – but don’t tell him that Maxxy’ The young man held up his hand

‘I pinky swear, my lips are sealed’ he said earnestly, and Charlotte linked fingers with him, smiling.

‘Okay, now we’d better circulate a little. Did you know Adelaide is here tonight?’ Maxwell grew pale.

‘Really? Oh God, don’t leave me with her, it’s embarrassing the way that cougar paws me after a couple of glasses of bubbly’

‘Don’t worry Max, you’re my escort for the evening and she’s not staying over on the yacht. You get a cabin all to yourself – just don’t go there until she’s left’

‘Phew, thanks Lottie, you’re a real pal.’ The two of them stayed side by side until dinner, when Adelaide left. All the other suitors were there, and all had cabins for the night. Although it was a large luxury yacht, quarters were cramped and there was little privacy for anyone save the King, whose suite was on the level just below the top deck, with a large cabin and attached study for State business. Charlotte was tired and about to retire for the night when Constantine, so far having avoided being alone with her, drew her aside.

‘Before you go to bed my dear, there are some papers for you to read and sign. I’ll set you up in my study and leave you to get through them all.’

‘Father, I was wanting to speak with you – in private’ she said stiffly

‘Of course my dear, follow me’ he said coolly, and led her to his study. He closed the door and at last they were alone. She wasted no time

‘Father, why didn’t you tell me about all that responsibility before you told the Press?’ she asked. She expected him to be angry or evasive, but his face remained calm

‘A Queen should be ready to serve her country, and you are so close to taking over that role now. I didn’t think it necessary to remind you that you have pressing duties.’

‘But I’m already swamped with the social season and the pressing matter of choosing a consort!’ she pointed out angrily.

‘All the better to find out who will assist or hinder you, my dear daughter’ he replied evenly ‘Each night from now on you’re going to have to attend to state matters, and I will send one of your suitors to assist you for a short while. They won’t be vital matters, but all the same it will be very telling as to how they behave. I expect you to test each one of them in a timely fashion.’

‘I still think some warning was in order, father’

‘Not at all, I wanted to see how you react under pressure, and so far, you’re doing very well. And don’t forget that you may not have me around for long to assist you’ He walked over to the desk and indicated a pile of papers ‘The sooner you begin, the sooner you finish, my dear. I expect them all seen to before morning. For tonight, you’ll be on your own to get a taste of the sort of thing you’ll be dealing with. Goodnight Charlotte, I’ll be in my cabin next door. When you’ve finished, close the door quietly, there’s a good girl’

The King left, and Charlotte fumed silently, regarding the stack of papers.

In the morning, Olivia sat at the dressing table in her cabin, looking at her reflection with a mouthful of hair pins. With a sigh, she let her long red hair down and started to brush it for the third time. There had not been enough room for her to bring a maid, and she couldn’t for the life of her get her hair to look right. She started again, gathering it together and twisting, poking the pins in again only for half of it to escape just as she heard a knock at the door.

‘Go away’ she growled, but whoever it was didn’t know when to quit, as the knock came again. She screamed with frustration and threw her hairbrush at the door. It opened, and Brad poked his head in cautiously

‘What part of ‘go away’ did you not understand, Brad?’ she growled

‘I’m sorry Livvy, I could have sworn you said come in’ he said innocently. He looked at the hairbrush on the floor ‘What gives? I was going to offer to take you into breakfast and have a quick chat about Lottie first, but’ he looked at her hair ‘you look like you’re having problems’ He stepped in, picking up the hairbrush.

‘Unless you’ve got some skill with a hairbrush and hairpins, you can turn right around, pretty boy’ she snapped. Brad rubbed the back of his neck and looked sheepish. Olivia rolled her eyes, having a flashback to their game of ‘Never have I ever’ in the hot tub. ‘Don’t tell me, you trained as a hairdresser. You’re a man of many skills’ Brad smiled lopsidedly.

‘Not quite, but one of my exes hated getting her hair cut, so she wore it up or braided a lot of the time. I got pretty good at updos and French plaits while we were together’ Olivia shrugged her shoulders.

‘Okay then, let’s see what you’ve got’ and Brad stepped forward as she turned to the mirror. Brad started to brush her hair. He had a gentle touch and she found it very soothing. In turn, he was enjoying running her hair through his fingers as he twisted it up and pinned it into a simple flattering style.

‘You have beautiful hair’ he said as he worked. ‘A very unique colour’ Olivia snorted.

‘Is that a polite way of saying I’m ginger? Believe me there’s not a negative comment I haven’t heard over the years’ Brad smiled apologetically.

‘You forget, I spent years living in Scotland, there are a lot of red heads there, it’s more common to not be a redhead. Your colour is very rich, and I can tell it’s natural’ Olivia softened a little. ‘How do you like the style?’

‘Thankyou’ she said stiffly ‘It’s adequate. And I don’t often get compliments’ Brad looked at her reflection quizzically.

‘Really? I find that hard to believe. You’re…’ he swallowed, remembering Olivia’s quick temper, but he pressed on boldly ‘Stunning’ Olivia pivoted on her chair, surprise in her eyes.

‘You find me attractive, Brad? You usually run for the hills whenever I make a move on you’ She looked him up and down approvingly and he flushed.

‘I – you’ve threatened me so many times I don’t know when you’re serious’ he replied, and she pouted. Brad’s palms were sweating and he felt light headed.

‘Just figures of speech darling’ she said ‘And I suppose I love teasing you. I usually take what I want, and you’re good at dodging’

‘Years of rugby practice I guess’ he grinned ‘and you’ve been throwing me at the Princess and warning me not to succeed, so I wasn’t sure where I stood.’ Olivia sighed

‘I think it’s unlikely that you’ll become Consort, that was never my intention’ she confessed ‘Part of me didn’t want to leave you behind’ Brad gaped at her ‘Even so, it also didn’t feel right to sleep with the guy I brought over to act as a suitor for Lottie, as long as she was enjoying your company’ Brad mind was working overtime at her confession, and his admittance of his true feelings,

‘I – then I can’t carry on leading her on’ he said ‘It’s not fair on her’ Olivia nodded.

‘You’re probably right. So…’ she reached out and put her hand on his thigh as he stood in front of her ‘Why don’t you stop wasting time and kiss me?’ Brad swallowed.

‘Only if you promise you won’t disembowel me – or any of those other threats you’ve made’

‘I promise I will not attempt to maim, injure or kill you if you just shut the fuck up and kiss me’ she growled. Brad took her hand off his thigh and pulled her up to standing. Their lips crashed together, no tender exploration but a straightforward messy open mouthed kiss, tongues entwining immediately, his hand at the back of her neck and her nails scraping his scalp, bodies pressed together until Olivia started to push him back toward the bed and they half stumbled to it, Brad landing on his back and Olivia kneeling on the mattress, following him.

He had denied his feelings toward her for so long and now it was like a dam breaking, blood going to parts that had not been appeased for some time. He felt a low growl in his throat, kicking off his shoes and scooting up the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as she advanced on him.

‘How long since you had sex Brad?’ she asked huskily ‘I mean proper sex, no fumbling around with fingers and tongues, real hot pounding ball emptying sex?’ Brad groaned as she hiked up her dress and straddled him, grinding her groin against his as he grew harder by the second. He sat up to claim her lips, breathing noisily though his nose as their mouths fused together until they parted for breath.

‘Oh god Olivia – two weeks before you stepped into my bar?’ he panted, his brain having a hard time working it out as the blood flowed to his lower regions. She grinned, easing up and unbuckling his belt.

‘You must have blue balls, Brad’ she said, ‘I’m doing you a service’ She wasted no time pulling down his trousers and getting off the bed to tear his socks off before leaving them all on the floor in a heap, climbing back onto the bed ‘or do you take yourself in hand from time to time?’ She started to unbutton his shirt rapidly, raking her fingernails over his chest. His skin burned and lit the fire of passion in his belly.

‘Who doesn’t?’ admitted Brad as she stood to hike up her long dress and strip off her panties, slipping her shoes off at the same time.

‘Show me’ she demanded, and he shot her a confused look.

‘What?’ He asked.

‘Show me how you hold yourself’ she said, licking her lips and stripping his boxers off, making an approving sound as she saw his rapidly hardening member. Brad groaned and reached down, wrapping his hand around himself and drawing back his foreskin in a slow steady rhythm. She watched for a while then advanced on him, coming up to the head of the bed and straddling his face. Happily he darted out his tongue and ran it over her full slick lips, tasting her with approval and probing with the tip of his tongue for the little button of her clitoris, surprised and gratified to find how swollen and engorged it was, and softly circled it, happy to feel her bounce away from him slightly with the intensity, so he softened the pressure as she lowered herself again, using the flat of his tongue to press gently on it. He felt rather than heard her moan, then she sat up and pivoted so he faced his feet.

He felt her lean forward and peel his hand away from his cock and bucked as he felt her lips around the tip, warm and wet. Slowly she worked her mouth around him, and he felt as if he was losing his mind with the double stimulation of the scent and moisture of her moist folds and the heat of her mouth. He pushed her hips up and away, and she pivoted so she knelt next to him.

‘Fuck Olivia, I won’t last long like that’ he panted ‘If you want me inside you it had better be now’ Olivia reached over to the bedside table and produced a foil wrapped package, ripping it open. She smiled archly as she rolled the condom over his length.

‘Oh Brad, you’re just perfect, nice and thick’ she purred, and straddled him, lowering herself onto the tip ‘I like being stretched’ Sitting up, she eased onto him slowly and he fought the urge to thrust up into her, hands resting on her hips, waiting for her to adjust and sink onto him. At last she settled with a sigh of satisfaction and tightened around him, making him gasp with delight, his fingers tightening into her flesh.

‘Oh that’s good’ he breathed, aware that the walls in the yacht were not good at sound insulation. He bit his lip as she rose a little, then slid back down. She threw her head back as she started to move, tilting and rolling her hips in an erratic pattern that kept him guessing as to when she would almost let him fall out of her, only to suddenly allow him to thrust up into her, or just tilt slightly to keep the stroke shallow, or crash down onto him. She stopped altogether as she pressed her lips to his, tightening her soft velvet walls around his cock rhythmically. He pulled away from her mouth, gripped her hips and flipped her over onto her back.

She snarled, showing her teeth and rose up to bite his shoulder, hands clawing at his back, fingernails raking top to bottom. She brought her mouth close to his ear.

‘Fuck me Brad, show me what you’ve got. Don’t be gentle, fuck me hard.’ she whispered, biting down on his earlobe. He waited for her to let it go, hissing at the sharp pain and started to drive into her in a frenzied rhythm, allowing a low grunt to escape on each stroke. She panted and gasped and writhed underneath him, meeting his every thrust with her hips until she started to tighten around him, a soft moan escaping her lips. He slowed a little and she pulled him close, pressing herself hard onto his groin and shuddering, gasping as he delivered the last few strokes that finally allowed him to erupt inside her, emptying himself with a deep guttural groan. He let his breath steady before he pulled out and collapsed to the side of her sweating, heart hammering and lay on his back listening to her panting slowing and evening out. He got up to get rid of the condom and clean himself up, returning to the bed to collapse next to her.

‘Well I think that’s me out of the running as suitor’ he panted

‘Don’t be silly darling Olivia gasped ‘We Cordonians - are generous people – we like to share’ He turned to her incredulously.

‘Olivia, I’m a one woman kind of guy’ he said ‘I can’t go back to Charlotte if I’m fucking you’

‘Who says you get to do it again?’ she said mischievously. He turned and looked at her. locking his eyes to her, blue to green.

‘Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to’ She gazed at him and opened her mouth, then smiled archly

‘It was fun, I’ll admit that’

‘You’re a fiery woman Olivia. Lottie’s fragile, and I’m afraid of hurting her - physically and emotionally. I’m in her bad books for defending Drake anyway’ She rolled over to face him.

‘I like a man who likes it rough, and I wouldn’t wish that on Lottie. You’re right, you can’t woo her, but you can still support her if she’ll let you. Do whatever you can to get her trust back and we’ll have to hope she forgives Drake too – or we’ll end up with a Severus on the throne.’

#trr #choices the royal romance #the royal romance #olivia nevrakis

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goodproofingwater · 6 years ago

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Wildfire Records - Chapter Six

Word Count: 4601

Playlist picks:

Jungle - Tash Sultana Summer Bummer - Lana del Rey ft A$AP Rocky I Like America & America Likes Me - The 1975 Press play when you see the *’s

Going from planning and putting together campaigns for something that she was so passionate about to sitting behind a desk and filing other people scout reports was soul destroying. At best she thought it an opportunity to keep an eye out for other bands that fieldworkers were passing up on, but she was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on these menial tasks when she would much rather be building more of their website.

The Facebook campaign that she had put together for the boys was performing well. They had 103 new monthly listeners on Spotify, and she knew that spending more time working the campaign would produce an even bigger result. They also needed to look into booking a string of gig across London to help promote them and Wildfire. Victoria was just looking at how much it would cost to print a banner to be put up behind the boys at their shows when Cindy appeared above her, the redhead quickly putting her phone facedown on the desk.

“Are you taking a late lunch?” Cindy spoke, fury in her eyes. This hadn’t been a good day for their manager - only one of the bands that her scouts had approved had been signed off by the senior director, and that meant that the big February push was no more than a nudge in the right direction.

“No, sorry I’ll put it awa—“

“You know, I’m really sick of you talking back to me.” Cindy snapped, and Juliet looked up from the paperwork she was working on at her tone. The entire floor had gone quiet as Cindy raised her voice, and Victoria clenched her jaw as she willed herself not to go red with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry I—“ Victoria started and Cindy placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head and laughing humorlessly.

“You are so fucking sure of yourself aren’t you? You sit here day after day with a face like a slapped arse, expecting me to give you assignments because you’ve been here for a few months, and then when I give you one you get pissed that I don’t sign them.”

The red mist formed over Victoria’s eyes, and she clenched her fists in her crossed arms, trying to take the berrading as best she could. This happened about once a month on this floor, except it was usually with one of the scouts that had messed up paperwork or had vouched for an artist that had sold barely 5000 units.

“Well listen up, sweetheart. It’s going to be a long time before you get actually trusted with an assignment, and even longer before you can make accurate decisions on music. Your taste is shit, your paperwork is shit and now it seems even your work ethic is shit.”

That was it. It was one thing to insult her, to vent frustration and pressure that had been put on her by her superiors but to call her work ethic shit when she had been working so fucking hard was a step over the line.

“You know what?” Victoria spoke, “I don’t have to sit here and take this.”

“Yes you do sunshine.” Cindy spat, watching in momentary shock as Victoria stood and leveled with her, the redhead's heels allowing them to be eye level with each other, “if you walk away from me now you’re fired.”

“You can’t fire me.” Victoria spoke, picking up her bag from the floor, “I fucking quit.”

The redhead through her bags strap over her shoulder, grabbing only her phone from her desk as she stormed toward the lift.

Tension clouded the room, many shocked and some even trying to stop themselves from nervous laughter.

“You’ll never work in this industry again, Sanderson.” Cindy almost yelled across the floor, and Victoria laughed

“Oh yeah? Watch me.”

And with that, the doors to fieldworks records closed to Victoria for the last time.

Josh had awoken relatively early that morning, and had already been to the gym with the boys when he received the text.

V: are you in?

V: can I come over?

His heart jumped a little when her name flashed up on the screen, the image he had saved as her contact photo making him smile. He had taken a screen grab from an instastory he had filmed when they had been drunk and she had been trying to force him to have another shot.

J: yeah sure - everything okay?

He tapped back quickly, probably too quickly, but was glad to see the three dots dancing around as she typed her response immediately.

V: not really

V: I’ll be there in 20 mins, line up those shots boy

His brow furrowed as he glanced at the time. He liked to party just as much as she did but it couldn’t be a good sign that she was talking about shots at 3pm.

True to her word, she arrived 20 minutes later, and Josh bought her up to the reception room where beers were waiting on the coffee table, a small tin resting next to them.

“So you gonna tell me why you were craving tequila at 3 in the afternoon?” He smirked up at her, opening the tin and revealing a half rolled joint, his nimble fingers working the papers so well that Victoria almost didn’t hear what he said.

She sighed, throwing her bag on one half of the corner couch before she grabbed the beer from the table and drank half of it in one gulp. Josh raised his eyebrows as his tongue ran along the paper, waiting for her to say something as he twisted it and formed it into something smokable. He was patting the bottom half of it on the coffee table when she finally spoke,

“I quit my job.” She let out a sigh as his brows raised once more, and she downed the rest of the bottle of beer. He was impressed that she could do so, but left that compliment for another time.

“What do you mean you—“

“Cindy started giving me shit because I was on my phone. I mean I was literally taking a break from staring at my computer because I had been working on spreadsheets all day.” She tipped the bottle to get the last dregs of her beer before she put it back on the coffee table. “And she started saying that I had shit taste and a shit work ethic and I just had enough. I wasn’t going to sit there and be spoken to like that when all I’ve done for the last 7 months is do her fucking grunt work.” She sighed and he passed her his own beer as he saw her move to go to the fridge.

“Here,” he smiled, nudging it toward her and closing the tin, placing the joint that he had rolled on top.

“It sounds like you did the right thing, you can’t let people shout at you like that.” He wanted to touch her but he wasn’t sure how, wasn’t sure how she’s would react to comfort when she was so wound up.

Piercing blue eyes met his own and he swallowed thickly, “you really think so?” She spoke, her voice smaller than he had expected from someone who was clearly so fired up.

“Yeah,” he stood up, walking to the kitchen to get another beer from the fridge, throwing the cap in the bin along with her empty bottle, “fuck working in an underpaid job with a manager like that, you deserve better.”

Victoria nodded, slowly at first and then more deliberately as his words sunk in. For now, she didn’t want to think about the consequences of her actions, didn’t want to think about finding a new job, she just wanted to calm down and forget.

He walked back over to the table, picking up the joint and nodded to the spiral staircase that sat smack bang in the middle of the room.

“Wanna come and smoke this with me? Figured you could use a distraction..” he smiled, and she slipped on her jacket and followed him up the stairs.

The terrace was gorgeous. Whitewashed stone flowed from the floor to the planter that lined the right side of it, the left’s planter black instead. There was a couch and two chairs, and the walls of the mezzanine that lead to the terrace were entirely glass so all light filtered through into the flat. There were pruned trees in the planters, trimmed in a way that Victoria could tell that there was a roof that extended from somewhere should it rain. Luckily although they were well into March now, there seemed to be no sign of spring showers and the warm sun had heated the couch they sat on.

“Thanks..” The girl started, watching as Josh lit the joint and trying not to focus on how gorgeous he looked doing it. She had always had a thing for the way guys looked when they smoked, the concentration and the way they clenched their jaw as flame met paper and Josh was no different. He took a long drag, letting it settle in his lungs for a moment before he shook his head,

“For what?” He took another drag and she crossed one leg over the other, sipping her beer as her eyes ran over the terrace once more.

“For listening to my bullshit and making me feel better..” she smiled, looking over at him and taking the joint from him. He was right, she needed a distraction, and there was nothing that mellowed her out like weed.

“Can’t have my label manager being down now, can I?” He grinned, and she let out a small laugh as she exhaled, the high already settling in her head and hazing her over.

“Woah…” she spoke, looking at the joint before she took another long inhale, talking on the inhaled breath “how did you get stuff this good when you don’t know anyone?”

He grinned, his eyes falling slightly hooded, his body relaxing into the couch and she could practically see the effect it was having on him.

“Andy has a dealer..” he spoke, licking his lips and she was all of a sudden very aware of how dry her mouth was. Still, she inhaled for a third time before she passed it back to him.

“Of course… glad that I wasn’t just being paranoid at my house the other day.”

Josh shook his head, picking up his phone and tapping his way through Spotify before Tash Sultana* drifted through speakers she hadn’t even noticed were there. The smooth beats ran through her body, the high making her feel more sensitive and numb at the same time. She was acutely aware of the breeze that pushed her hair over her eyes and the way his fingers wrapped around the joint as the cherry burned too bright for an afternoon.

“Yeah when he’s on a big night out he’ll jump right to the powder,” he shook his head, his tongue running along the inside of his parted lips, “I mean don’t get me wrong I don’t really care, but try being on stage with someone who’s done half a gram.”

A small laugh left the redhead but she was having trouble focusing on anything but his lips, did he always lick them that much?

Their eyes met as he took another drag, and she smiled softly as she enjoyed the music, her fingers dancing along the back of the sofa to each note.

“I love this song, it’s—“ her voice stopped in its track as she watched the smoke billow past his lips and into his nose, his eyes still on her as he waited for her to complete her sentence, but she had completely forgotten what she was going to say. His hooded eyes, his relaxed shoulders and the way his was looking at her brought back the feeling that she had gotten at Liverpool Street station, and she bit down on her lip as she forced herself back into the moment.

“How do you do that?” She whispered, and a smirk washed across his lips as if it had been his intention to throw her off. But surely not.

“Want me to teach you?” He smiled, moving closer to her and she nodded, crossing her legs in front of her and sitting straight to really pay attention. She took the joint from him and he moved so they were close enough for his knee to touch her own.

“Okay so when you inhale, don’t bring the smoke into your lungs. Let it sit in your mouth, and put your tongue at the back of your mouth to stop it flowing down your throat,” he spoke, and she nodded, inhaling but not taking it in.

“Now open your mouth slowly but don’t breath out, let it flow from your lips and push your tongue forward as you breathe in through your nose.”

This step did not go as well as the first. She opened her lips and moved her tongue too quickly, and then breathed in too fast. He couldn’t help but laugh, and she grinned at the sound, the feeling in her stomach spreading through her the longer she stayed in this moment with him.

“Not quite,” he grinned, taking the joint back and she mocked anger.

“Hey!” He grinned at her reaction, and inhaled deeply, letting smoke filter from his lips as if to tease the fact that she couldn’t do it. But before he could breathe it into his nose, she moved close enough that she could breathe it in herself, lips parted, half smirking and almost touching his own as she stole his high.

What had come over her? She had never been this bold, would never do something like that unless she was involved with someone, but something about Josh just got her heart racing. He was so kind, so easy to talk to, so caring and here he was trying to teach her to French inhale to distract her from her shit day when she had crossed a line. It was a good sign that he wasn’t pulling away, but he hadn’t reacted positively either. She would blame the weed. She always got turned on when she had a smoke and this gorgeous boy was doing wonderful things with his lips in front of her.

He looked up into her eyes as she remained close and exhaled the smoke back onto his lips, and holy shit was she the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He had already been struggling to come to terms with how he had felt after their day together, and now the feeling was only strengthened. She had a rough day, she was buzzed and she was just letting off steam but her lips were so inviting...

He was just about to close the gap between them when Andy walked through the door looking at his phone, a beer in his hand as he slumped down into one of the armchairs opposite them.

Victoria pulled back as she glanced at the redhead, swallowing thickly and taking the joint from Josh’s fingers with a small smile. Andy finally looked up at them when she was inhaling, his eyes running up and down her subtly as he watched the drug intoxicate her further.

“What are you doing here?” Andy spoke, “shouldn’t you be at work?”

Victoria shook her head, passing him the joint as he leaned over for it, the cherry almost burning his fingers as he sucked in the last of the THC, pressing the now spend joint into the ashtray on the coffee table between them.

“I quit..” she spoke, leaning back on the sofa and grinning at the words, her eyes falling to Josh who was smiling too, the weed fully immersed in their bloodstream now. And she began to laugh. The whole thing had been so crazy. This morning she had been ready for another day of the grind and now here she was in a bands penthouse smoking weed after telling her day job to fuck off.

Andy grinned at the two of them, pulling a small bag of weed and some papers from his pocket as he began to skin up again, determined to get on the level of the two in front of him.

By the time the three were done, Danny and Juliet had joined them and they were all sitting blazed on the terrace grinning from ear to ear. Summer Bummer by Lana del Rey* played through the speakers, and Victoria sat between Josh and Juliet on the couch, Danny in the other armchair next to Andy.

“You should have seen Cindy’s face when you left, it was a picture!” Juliet grinned, raising her beer bottle to her friend in respect, “she honestly didn’t know what to do with herself, she just told everyone to get back to work and went into her office for most of the day.”

Victoria grinned at the words, glad that something that had traumatised her a little had had a negative effect on the woman that had caused it. Although she began to panic as it settled in what she had done, that she would have to go back to a flat that she no longer had the income to pay for, and not have a job to go to in the morning.

Danny noted the change in her reaction and sat forward, “sounds like she got what she deserved if you ask me..” the curly haired boy smiled, and she offered a small one back, leaning into Josh as she felt his arm snake around her waist.

“Hey what’s wrong? Don’t go down now, you did a great thing!” He grinned, clinking his beer bottle with her own and she rested her head on his shoulder, doing everything she could to not think about the lead that was spreading through her veins the more she thought about how her life was about to fall apart.

“I.. how am I supposed to live.. like not to sound dramatic or anything but how do I pay rent?” She spoke, sitting up and glad for his hand remaining on her back and moving up and down gently.

“Don’t..” Andy spoke, flicking the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray, eyes meeting hers as he leaned forward.

“What?” She spoke, brow furrowing as she shook her head and watched him lounge back on his chair. She was about to snap back at him when he continued.

“Why don’t you guys just move in here” Andy's eyes glinted with nefarious intent for barely a second and he took another drag of his cigarette as Victoria’s head snapped to Juliet.

“What.. like both of us?” She spoke, and Victoria glanced around at the boys and it was clear that they hadn’t been consulted, that this was an off the cuff offer that Andy had seen as a viable solution and had not thought through for a second.

“Yeah,” he spoke, stubbing out the filter of his cigarette, the high and the three beers he had drunk forcing him to talk slower than usual, “I mean we’re serious about this record company right? So why don’t you both move in here, sublet your apartments and we have a steady monthly income? There are two spare rooms downstairs, we wouldn’t even have to do anything.” He shrugged, and Victoria was surprised at how much it actually made sense.

“Or…” Josh started, a jovial tone in his voice as he sat forward to be the voice of reason. As usual. “You could not do something crazy illegal and just move out. The guys at that record shop seemed to know you quite well, I'm sure they’d give you a job there for some income.” Josh shrugged and Danny looked between his friend and Victoria, a knowing smile on his face as he had been the one Josh had spoken to when he had come back from that non-date.

“You’ll move in too right?” Andy eyed Juliet with an attempt at flirtation that he knew wouldn’t work, “I know you’re still working but you could save on rent..”

“Sure,” Juliet spoke as if it was the easiest decision in the world, and Victoria couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped from her lips at how blasé she was about it, “I mean he’s right… and I saw a guy shooting up outside my building yesterday and hate my flatmates so I’ll literally take any excuse.”

“He was what?!” Danny sat forward, concern washing over his features and it was almost automatic the way their hands met, his fingers squeezing hers in comfort and Juliet met his eyes. It was heartwarming to see how close they had gotten so quickly. It was like they had been waiting their whole life to meet each other.

“I mean..” Victoria started, smiling at Juliet, “this is crazy right?”

Juliet nodded, eyeing the people around her and wondering if it was a good idea to move in with four people that she had known for less than 3 months.

Victoria picked up her beer as she thought through the same dilemma, but she had moved to Shoreditch in a week with zero notice just so she could be closer to work - was this really that much different?

“So crazy it could work..” Juliet grinned, and Victoria bit her lip as she nodded,

“If you really want two girls cramping your style up in here it would be great..” Josh’s hand had moved from her back to pick up his beer and even he couldn’t believe that this was happening. Andy blurred out impromptu ideas like this all the time, but this was the first time it was actually making sense, “How much rent?”

“No rent. We’re not even paying rent, my dad owns this place. Move in whenever you want,” Andy grinned, “Wildfire records is gonna burn fucking bright, can’t have one of our managers worrying about where she’s gonna live and the other living in a crack house”

She grinned at him, wondering if she should have questioned more but if she had learned anything from the past couple of months it was that impulsiveness was a good thing. She just hoped that this situation would follow suit.

It was late when the majority of them descended the spiral staircase, Juliet and Victoria choosing to stay over but the latter not wanting to stop the party as Andy skinned up once more.

“Such a nice night..” she whispered, stretching out and enjoying air that was uncharacteristically warm for March.

“Mmm..” Andy hummed in agreement, his eyes running from her uncovered feet resting on the table and all the way up to the hem of her dress, “gorgeous.”

She watched the redheads deft fingers roll up the marijuana and tobacco cocktail, dark eyes meeting hers as he ran his tongue along the paper to seal it and she felt a shiver run through her. She could feel the tension radiating from him, the way he was looking at her made her heart race and she swallowed thickly before her head turned to Josh and the three bottles he had bought up from the fridge.

“Thank you,” she smiled as he took his seat back next to her and passed her one of them. She drank deeply from the bottle when she knew she shouldn’t, and watched as Andy lit the joint, smoke clouding the space between them but making his eyes even darker. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, music drowning out the noises of busy London and Victoria couldn’t help but bite her lip as Josh french inhaled again. Eyes met hers and she let out a soft laugh, wondering if he realised how attractive he was.

“Wanna try again?” He grinned, passing her the joint and she shook her head,

“I much prefer my way…” she licked her lips and pressed the roach to her lips, Josh’s mouth suddenly dryer at the thought of what they tasted like. Was she talking about the way she inhaled? Or was she talking about what happened before they were interrupted? Either way, it was calming to watch her take a deep drag, her body relaxing more and more with each toke.

She had been so angry, then so anxious and now she seemed to be finally realising that everything might be okay. She just had to move in with people that she’d known for three months.

“Right losers, I’m gonna turn in..” Andy spoke, standing and taking the joint from Victoria and inhaling deeply before passing it back to her. “You know where you’re sleeping tonight, right?” He spoke, the question could have been innocent if it wasn’t for the quirk of the eyebrow and the THC running through their veins, and she bit her lip, nodding.

A cocky smirk graced his lips before he walked from the terrace to the mezzanine, waving at them with a confidence that never faltered.

“He wants to fuck you y’no” Josh almost slurred, eyes dancing over her features and settling on her lips for a moment too long.

She took another long drag, the cherry burning faster than it had done before and her eyes felt even heavier. “Mmm.. he’s not exactly subtle is he..” she chuckled, pressing the joint between his lips with two fingers and a lazy smile as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Subtle like a brick to the face” He grinned, and she slipped an arm around his, chuckling at his words as the music changed again*, 1975’s electronic harmony’s making the air feel like it was buzzing

“Subtle like a gun to the head,” she mirrored his smile, and he took a long drag as he chuckled, the soft breeze washing over them, the plants in the planter rustling softly and adding a layer to the music that he didn’t know could sound so good.

“Subtle like a sledgehammer” He exhaled, and he felt her weight change on him, her breathing heavy and even. He took one long toke before leaning forward gently, pressing the roach to the ashtray as he exhaled. He wanted to get that last hit, but he mainly needed to force himself to breathe. She looked so beautiful asleep on his shoulder, her arms gripping him as if she never wanted to let go. And maybe he didn’t want her to.

He allowed the song to finish as he finished his beer, dozing in and out of sleep as her breath lulled him into an almost hypnotised state. Half an hour later he forced himself to move if only for his leg threatening to fall asleep with her.

He moved her softly and moved an arm under her shoulders while the other slipped under her knees, and he slowly carried her down the spiral staircase, down the next flight of stairs and into the bedroom next to his own.

As he lay her down, her eyes flickered and he thought he was going to be able to see those sea blue hues once more. But no such luck. She turned in the bed as he pulled the blankets over her, and couldn’t help but smile as he watched her curl up and whisper, “J…”

Moving from the side of her bed, he switched off the light and went to bed wondering if he would ever get to hear her whisper her nickname for him consciously.

#wildfire records #lauren writes #y'all thought the last chapter was fluffy wait for this shit #tw: drug abuse

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what-if-isimply-didntgive-ashit · 6 years ago

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How long does it take to fall in love. (Krolidad)

My final contribution to the Voltron fandom. My account will be shifted to Andi Mack after this. I know @joltron wanted something like this in Voltron so I wanted to be the one to write it, because I love the idea.

Small. The first word Krolia could think of when she saw the man’s home. It’s lights dim and almost out. And it smelled of something Krolia wasn’t familiar with. Almost wet.

“What is that?” She asked, eyes trailing over the entire room as if in search of the aroma.

“Ah. I apologize for the smell. I didn’t know I’d have a visitor so I left my wet boots out.” Krolia’s eyes jumped to the floor, glaring at the item of clothing as though it’d personally insulted her. The man in front of her moved to the corner of the room placing the boots inside a much smaller version of the room they were already in.

Krolia must’ve looked confused because the man remarked. “This is a closet.” She must’ve still looked confused because he continued, “You put clothing in it- Nevermind. I guess I should ask how long you plan on staying on earth.” The male walked over to the bed resting close to the window seating himself. The frame squeaked immediately catching Krolia’s attention.

“I don’t know. Probably not long, I plan to fix my ship by morning.”

The male nodded head jerking towards the window. It had been late when Krolia had crashed down but now the sky was almost completely dark. So empty. With only a couple stars lingering and twinkling with soft color.

“Well. You’re welcome to stay the night here. I’ll leave you the bed please make yourself at home.” And with that he was quickly exiting the room.

She didn’t automatically move once he’d left. Still watching the empty frame of the door where he’d last been his scent lingering in the room. It wasn’t like the scent any galran possessed. It stung her nose in a sort of ticklish way. The bed had dips in the sheets from where he last was and Krolia felt herself drawn to it almost. She approached it with careful steps, eyes darting to the door then coming back to the bed.

It creaked when she sat as well. The sheets were light brown. Same as the rest of the home. She blinked at the pillow at the far end of the bed moving closer to touch it. A single pillow, one that flattened under the weight of her hand making her eyebrows scrunch up.

Might as well not even use the pillow. She thought rolling her eyes. She pulled it closer, examining it’s features. It was clearly old, worn and a bit ripped at the pillow case. Flipping it over she instantly caught a whiff of the man that saved her. It didn’t sting her nose this time though. It almost smelled… good. She repeated the action again wanting a little more of the same scent.

Her eyes fluttered close slowly pressing her face into the object and squeezing it where it rested on her chest. It really was nothing she’d ever smelled before in the worst/best way possible.

The pillow slowly folded over her arms where she’d stopped pressing it to her cheek. And she went with it, chin resting on the fabric.

“What’s wrong with me?”

She quickly tossed the pillow away, leaving the room she’d been brought into only moments ago. There wasn’t a sound of the man anywhere. All the tiny rooms of the house teeming with silence, in a way Krolia was throughly uncomfortable with.

The screen door slammed behind her as she walked outside, arms crossed from the nip of chilly air that ran over her spine.

“Did you come out to look at the stars?” The same male that she’d followed sat up on the roof, his fingers curled over a can in his possession.

Her eyes narrowed a little but she didn’t answer immediately. “No.. No I was… Never mind..”

“You can join me if you want. The roof might not be comfy but it’s plenty spacious.”

Krolia almost smirked at this, peering around the old home with confusion.

“I climbed up the ladder.” The male explained pointing to the far end of the house. “It’s right there.”

Krolia paused once she’d made it around. It was a weird looking thing. Cold under her finger tips. “Do you have ladders where you come from?” The man asked watching Krolia from up top the roof.

The galran began to pull herself up taking easy quick steps until she was met with a hand. She surprised herself by her willingness to accept the help, shifting to completely climb onto the roof top.

“We prefer to use the bones of our enemies to assemble ladders where I’m from.” The man’s face scrunched a bit as if he was having a hard time grasping the idea, that is until Krolia said, “You’re supposed to laugh. Its a joke.”

“Oh. Oh! Ha! That’s humorous.” Krolia had to admit she liked the way his face relaxed so quickly to her attempt at humor, and she smiled warmly.

They quickly faced the sky. Taking in more of the calming atmosphere that surrounded them. All the stars looked so much bigger and so much brighter from right here on this roof top. So much so that Krolia was starting to ignore the cold, in favor of staying in this moment just a little longer.

“Mm are you cold? Would you like my jacket?” The male asked already shrugging the jacket off his shoulders and handing it to Krolia.

“Won’t you be cold?” She asked with a hand already out to take the item of clothing.

“No. I’ve got this to keep me warm.” He remarked fisting the can of liquid up into the air. He shuffled closer placing the jacket on her shoulders allowing her to fully embrace herself. It was definitely much better than the cold had been. His scent was coming from this as well. Only it was stronger. Definitely stronger.

The sort of musk that trapped itself in her nose all over again made her a little uneasy. Like it was the only thing around her. She shook her head trying to focus on the sky again.

“Have you ever seen a sky like this where you come from?” He asked.

Her eyes jumped to him before quickly darting away. “We’re not quite under the stars like you are here. On earth.”

The male nodded with a small grin that Krolia could feel. "Ah so this is your first time really experiencing stars?"

"You could say that." Her eyes stuck to him far longer than it had before. Now she was taking in the hairs that grew from his chin, some actual brown like the one's on his head while others were colored a more white, gray.

"They're beautiful tonight. More than usual I'd like to think." With a new conversation started up Krolia flinched darting her eyes down to the brown tile of the roof below them.

"Yeah.. They are."

"So.. Do you have.. Alcohol.. Up.. There?" The male asked pointing to the sky.

"And that would be?"

He handed over the can Krolia had been looking over with a nervous shake of his wrist. "It's uh. It's called beer." Krolia stared at it further. This was the only time she'd ever felt even slightly uneasy around this man since they'd met. Now with some strange liquid shoved out to her. "I mean uh.." The male seemed to pick up on it because he began to speak again. "You really uh- you don't have to drink it.. I mean it's not for everyone.."

He put a hand over his eyes as if he was physically pained. And Krolia almost smirked at the human again. "What's it called again?" She popped the can from his hands and he sat up blinking quickly in surprise.

"It's beer."

Krolia cupped the drink in both hands sloshing the liquid inside. The smell automatically threw her off a bit, her eyebrow raising in disgust.

I mean you really don't have to drink it.. It's a human drink.. I don't know if you'd like that sort of thing.." His rambling continued for another couple seconds after Krolia tipped the can up against her mouth.

It was disgusting.

She didn't spit as it would be impolite and instead kept hold of the drink, reluctantly swallowing eyes shut with disgust.

"Are you ok?"

She nodded keeping her eyes closed as the aftertaste continued to taunt her taste buds.

A soft laugh filled her ears and she finally looked up at the brown eyes next to her. A sort of softness filled her chest as she watched the man laughing, eventually catching onto the atmosphere letting a small chuckle leave her throat.

"Do all earth drinks taste that bad?" She finally asked handing over the can.

"Ah no.. Some taste worse." She squinted raising an eyebrow. "It was a joke. You're supposed to laugh."

"I don't find that funny."

He snorted with a soft, "Fair enough." Krolia's came back up to stroke the zipper of the jacket with her nails. The light sound of breathing next to her taking most of her attention. "I know I asked how you crashed before... But I kinda wanna know how you got so close to earth in the first place."

A soft chirping noise filled Krolia's ears. All around the world seemed to stand still. Nothing else was happening. Just this. Only now. "A bit of recklessness didn't agree with an order.."

She could feel the man nod next to her. "Well if you need help getting that ship of your's repaired tomorrow, I'd be happy to lend a hand."

"You've done a lot already, besides I know how to fix my own ship."

"I'm not surprised. You strike me as independent."

For the first time tonight when she turned her head to look at him he was already looking. A smile big and bold. One that made her fingers tense up where they were holding his jacket, and made her skin hot.

"Heath." The male next to her said. And Krolia had never been so confused in her life. Was that an earth thing? "I'm sorry.. It's my name.. We didn't.. I'm Heath.."

She almost felt bad for not understanding what with the way he lowered his head, shrugging of the clear embarrassment with a sigh.

"Krolia."

And as if like clockwork, he was smiling all over again.

Heath.. I kinda like that.

***

Krolia awoke to more sounds and smells she wasn't used to. And she curled up further in Heath's smell trying to force away the rest of the overstimulating racket currently keeping her awake.

While it was more assuring it definitely wasn't enough. She sat up tossing the pillow, watching the way it smacked off the headboard and hit the floor. Heath had given her clothes to wear to bed all not much of her style but she managed. A plain white tank top slightly slipping from her shoulders and grayish almost brown pants to boot.

He'd also given her a sweater. One that was white. One that she actually really liked. One that was currently draped on a chair nearby.

With a soft sigh she plucked her legs over the edge of the bed, staring out at the brightness filling the barely lit room. It stung her eyes. Like really bad. Heath had told her people liked to watch the sunrise as well. What for? This was awful.

Kolivan wasn't going to be pleased when he found out where she was. She'd have to contact him today. A blade member going off mission was concerning on any level. Even without the being with a human on earth to mix with it. A perfect cesspool for disaster.

"Good morning." A soft knock rang through the room and Krolia turned to Heath coming over with a mug in hand. "I made you some tea." He explained placing the cup down on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Thank you."

"And don't worry. It tastes nothing like beer." The male remarked with a soft laugh. Krolia rolled her eyes a bit playfully pulling the sleeve of her tank top up to rest comfortably on her shoulder. "I also made some breakfast. You know a bunch of things you've probably never had up in space."

Now she was curious. She carefully swung her legs around to the other side moving from Heath's side to the bedroom door. "Well now I'm curious." She stated as she slipped away from the frame allowing Heath to move ahead of her with the drink he'd brought into her room.

She plopped down in the first chair she came to with a bit of a thud. The chair being a bit unsupportive and a bit uncomfortable, but she managed. Within a couple minutes a plate was sliding her way another clanging a bit against the table as it went. Heath seating himself next to her.

"While I know you want to deal with that broken ship of your's all on your own I do want to help in some way. I mean I know how to fix things. Maybe not alien ships but I have tampered with many a cars and things in my life."

I figured you would feel that way." Krolia commented poking a couple things on her plate with the fork Heath had given her. "Though before all that I want to be completely honest with you."

Heath's fork clattered a bit as he set it down to give Krolia his full attention. "I crash landed here on earth because of a strong energy signal being transmitted to my ship. The blue lion of the huge war machine called Voltron. I wanted to know more about it. I want to look into it. I was told to let it go.. But I can't.. I have to see it.. I won't leave until I do."

The sudden warm press of his fingers snapped Krolia completely out of her ranting. Her eyes flashing up to meet his. "Then I'll come with. I can help with this."

Her eyes fluttered away to the plate before it was falling over where their hands were still connected. The same warm feeling from last night flooding her "All you wanna do is help me."

"Well it's not everyday an alien crash lands on my planet."

Not a second went by before she was finally asking, "What's this thing called?"

"Those are eggs, and that's toast."

Krolia gave the "toast" a small nibble. It was grainy kind of warm and dry. While the eggs were a bit of the opposite and had an unsettling breaking feeling when she bit into it.

"Is it as bad as the beer?"Heath finally asked a touch of nervousness striking his words.

"Nothing will ever be as bad as the beer." Krolia said with a joking tone.

***

Walking around outside with Heath was such a different experience from being locked up in the small house. It was like the sun brought out a different light in him. Both inside and out. His skin glowing with a color the house just could present. He looked... good..

While she did try to keep the staring to a bare minimum as they walked at certain points in time Krolia just couldn't help herself, eyes curving over his figure, and basking in the way his t-shirt clung to him in the heat.

"You're not hot?" He'd asked at one point to which Krolia could only reply. "No. No I'm doing ok."

The bottle of water he'd brought had disappeared by the time they finally made it to the cave and Krolia was actually starting to feel the heat from the sun smoking off her body.

"This is it?"

"Yes."

The soft blue inside the cave echoed it's soft colors off the wall. So bright, everything inside shone with it.

"It's apart of a weapon?" Heath asked turning to Krolia who stood a couple inches behind him.

"Yes. One called Voltron. And there are many people that want this lion in their possession. Ones that would use it for evil, I can't leave knowing that. I'm going to stay on earth and protect it."

Heath turned to grasp Krolia's hand, eyes half lidded with his next words, "I want to help."

"I know." Her voice was soft as she spoke, eyes half lidded and hand enclosed in Heath's. Someone she hadn't known meer days ago. "I'll need your help."

***

"I know but this is just as important!"

"How many times have I told you not to let your feelings cloud your judgement?" Lectured a very annoyed Kolivan

"This isn't a feeling this apart of the whole mission! We can't let the blue lion be taken away. It's dangerous to leave it unprotected!"

"You broke protocol!"

"I apologize Kolivan. It won't happen again."

There was a long pause of silence before Kolivan's voice filled the small pod once more. "Stay on earth for the time being. Make sure the lion stays safe."

"I promise to return back as soon as I can." Krolia wasn't expecting much from Kolivan at least not right now. He wasn't going to say much not even if it was an in person call.

But she was glad. She could stay on earth just a little longer. Continuing to protect the blue lion.

The annoying screen door slammed just behind her. A sound she'd grown extremely tired of in less than 48 hours. She slowly walked across the room to the kitchen where Heath was currently sitting wrapped around a bottle of something Krolia had definitely never seen here before.

"Ah you're back!" He announced giddily

"What's that?" Krolia asked a bit concerned over the sudden chuckling the male was doing.

"This.. This... Is vodka.. It's stronger beer.. But it doesn't taste like it.." So there was more versions of that awful tasting stuff from before. "Wanna try?"

"More of that stuff you gave me last time? Why would I want that?" Krolia smirked playfully

"Come on just a little.. It's fun.." Heath replied, he shoved a small version of the other glasses they'd drunk from earlier towards Krolia with a stupid grin plastered on his feature. "One shot." He chuckled softly

Without really thinking about it Krolia took the shot glass pouring a touch of the liquid from the bottle in to the tiny glass. She sloshed it around giving it a slightly dirty look. Heath watched with careful, trailing eyes that shot up to her face when she looked down at him.

With a soft breath she let out a quick, "verpit sa!" Before downing the liquid. It wasn't as bad as the beer. Definitely not as bad as the beer. But it had a bite a smooth bite that ached as it went down. And Krolia placed the glass down blinking profusely.

Humans had some weird hobbies

Heath just chuckled some more, cheeks flushed with color. "Y-you look pretty chugging that liquor.."

Pretty? Huh..

Eventually Krolia sat down with a pretty much limp Heath and she listened to his slurred speech over more and more shots of vodka. Though the liquid never seemed to shake her like it did him.

"Aliens c-can't.. Get dr..unk huh.." He hiccuped forcing himself to pull away from the table.

"We can.. Just not like humans.." Krolia watched his little fall back and the way he clung to the wooden table for balance.

Heath nodded or at least tried.. "I wonder what'd.. You'd b..e like drunk.. Like...... Human drunk.."

"You want me to be drunk?"

"No.. No... No! I was curious.. I'm not creepy.."

Krolia just smirked resting her head on the table next to her shot glass as she watched Heath repeatedly almost but not quite fall over. Humans were funny when they're drunk. "Can I confess something else?" She whispered like a small child ready to spill a secret.

"I like drunk Heath.. He's.." She cut herself off not really knowing what to say. The galra weren't exactly a race of a million complements.

"Wh-wha-what? I'm... Curious now..." For the first time tonight he actually did fall. And Krolia was right there to catch him... And hold him..

She was there when those strong arms were wrapping around her body. She was there when her pulse skyrocketed and her brain melted. She was there when they were on the floor wrestling through clothes. And she was there when it was over. There when they were just two bodies pressed together laughing and holding each other.

She was there for that. And she was prepared to be there for more.

#krolia x keith's dad #krolia #keith kogane #krolidad #heath kogane #vld keith #keith (voltron)#voltron legendary defender #vld #voltron

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papa-rhys · 6 years ago

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Penthouse (John Duncan x Reader)

Note: I’ve had this in my folder for literally months, but I’m finally posting it! It’s 3k words of John Duncan being a suave and sophisticated party host with the objective of getting into readers pants. Enjoy!

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You stand at the edge of the room, taking a few moments to get your breath back after dancing, an empty champagne glass in one hand and your shoes in the other. You’d bought the shoes especially for the party and hadn’t had a chance to break them in yet, so standing around in them for the last four hours had been rather painful and you thought your feet deserving of a break.

The lights are low in John Duncan’s penthouse and every bit of space is occupied with warm bodies, sweating as they twist and turn in time with the music – music which is very loud. Golden balloons drift along the ceiling and matching gold fabric is draped across the windows that cover an entire wall of the apartment, opening up onto a balcony that overlooks the city. The glass is so clean that you wouldn’t know there was glass there at all, and you can’t help but smile at the thought of people bumping into the window, thinking it was an open door.

You’ve never been to the rich side of the city before - nor had you ever met John - so when your best friend was given a plus one to the party, you were more than happy to accept the offer. It was safe to say that partying was kind of your thing, although you were normally the one hosting them. You’d gotten quite a name for yourself around the city, but when people started talking about a relatively new face by the name of John Duncan, you were eager to check out the competition.

Your best friend, Andy, returns from the bar with your drinks. “Here,” he says, doing his best to make himself heard over the music. “Get that down you.”

You take a sip and immediately spit it back into the glass. “What the fuck is that?” You frown, wiping your tongue on the back of your hand. “It tastes like gasoline!”

He chuckles and takes the glass from you, emptying it into a potted plant and placing it on the coffee table nearby. “Some expensive shit that the bartender recommended. I don’t know, man, rich people’ll buy anything if they’re told it’s fancy. My dad once paid $3000 for a coffee machine because the salesman told him it was the same one that the Queen of England has.”

“Does the Queen of England even drink coffee?” you ask.

”No idea,” he shrugs. “But my dad does.”

Your eyes wander the room until they find John on the other side of the improvised dance floor. He’s surrounded by people, all chattering away with each other. You recognise a few of them; celebrities and local legends. People you’ve only ever shared a building with when you’re blind drunk and being escorted out of fancy restaurants that you have no business being in any way. He’s just as attractive as you’d assumed he would be. With a tailored suit, a fine physique, and just the right amount of stubble that says “I’m a professional lawyer, but I’m not a conventional one.”

“You should go over and talk to him,” Andy says, noticing your stare.

“What?” You ask, snapping out of your analysis of John and shaking your head to clear your thoughts.

“You should go and talk to John.”

“What? No way. What would I say?”

“I dunno. Talk to him about the colour of your underwear for all I care, just stop staring and go say something.” He takes a sip of his drink.

“I - He’s - He’s busy. I mean, I wouldn’t want to bother him when he’s with his friends.” You say, turning your back to the crowd as more people flock to John.

“Holy shit. You wouldn’t happen to be scared, would you?” Andy teases.

“No! No. Of course not, I just-“

“Wow. Y’know, I’ve seen a lot of things during my time in this city, but I never thought I’d see the day that Y/N L/N was scared of socialising.” He laughs.

“Shut up,” you say, pointing your finger at him.

“What d’you have to lose? He wants you here anyway…” He takes a sly sip from his glass and waits for you to pick up on what he’d said.

“He- wait, what? What d’you mean he wants me here?”

“Well, you can’t tell him I told you this, but he specifically asked me to bring you as my plus one.”

Your eyes widen and then you frown with confusion. You look over your shoulder and John happens to glance over at you as you do so, resulting in accidental eye contact.

“Oh fuck,” you hiss, whipping your head back around and covering your eyes with your hand in embarrassment.

“Oh shit, he saw you,” Andy says, casually, taking another sip from his glass. “I guess you have no choice but to go over there, now. It’d be rude to ignore him after making eye contact.” He smiles, always amused by your shortcomings, as best friends often were.

“You’re a son of a bitch, y’know that?” You say, thrusting your shoes into his chest and straightening your hair out.

“That’s why we’re friends; we have that in common,” he calls after you as you begin making your way towards the edge of the bustling crowd. You put your hand in the air and flip him off as you disappear into the ocean of people.

You make your way over to the group, who are stood right next to the bar, taking up a large portion of the space around it and thus preventing the bartender from being able to hear people’s orders. John is stood in the middle of no less than 15 people and they all look at him as though they’re worshipping him, rather than simply listening to him tell stories. As you approach him, John reaches over to the bar and grabs a full glass of champagne, shoving it into your hands without even looking in your direction.

“I’m afraid I have to go now, ladies and gentlemen; my friend here requires my utmost attention-“

“I-“

John places a hand on your shoulder and turns you around to face the way you came. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, folks.” He says to them before guiding you away from the crowd and into a free space at the edge of the room.

“Y/N. A pleasure to finally meet you. My apologies for not approaching you earlier this evening,” John says, placing a hand on his chest to convey sincerity. “These people are so very needy and if you don’t give them the attention that they crave, things tend to get ugly.”

You look at him in wonder. He had a drink waiting for you? Was he really that confident that you’d approach him?

“Were you-“

“Expecting you? Yes.” He admits. “I imagine Andrew filled you in on me wanting him to bring you here.”

“Yeah, he did,” you say, tracing your thumb around the rim of your champagne glass. “I wasn’t even aware that you knew me.”

John laughs a sweet, yet utterly formulated laugh. “Of course I know who you are. Everyone at this party knows who you are.” He says, gesturing to the people around you. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Likewise. You’re encroaching on my reputation,” you joke.

“Not purposely, I assure you.” He takes a sip of his drink.

The music changes and the bass vibrates through the floor. You didn’t think it was possible for the music to get any louder than it was before, but evidently, you had been wrong. John tries to say something, but his words are lost in the sound of the speakers booming. Annoyed, he gently puts his hand on your lower back and gestures towards a door to the side of you. You glance over and Andy and find him watching you from the other side of the room. There’s a mild look of concern across his face, but before you can do anything about it, John has opened the door and ushered you inside.

You step through the door into a dark room and John closes the door behind the two of you, plunging you into complete darkness for a few seconds before he switches on the lights and you find yourself in his bedroom.

You raise your eyebrow at John, who takes a seat on the bed, straightening his suit jacket as he does so.

He looks around for a moment before realising why you’re looking at him like that.

“Oh… I just thought it’d be nice to talk in a quieter environment. I promise I’m not trying to-“

“It’s fine,” you smile, sitting beside him on the bed. “I can actually hear myself think in here, so it’s all good.”

“The one thing I dislike about parties is all the noise,” he sighs. “And the hangovers.” He adds.

“I don’t get many hangovers anymore. I did when I was younger, but I’.”m way past it now.”

There’s a few moments of awkward silence before John speaks. “So, what line of work are you in?” John asks.

“I studied journalism, and now I work as a severely underpaid intern at this crumby local news station,” you smile. “I wasn’t born into a rich family. I couldn’t really afford any fancy schools, so I didn’t get to skip all the boring, low-level jobs.”

“I wasn’t born into a rich family either,” John says, almost defensively.

“Your parents were rich though, right?”

“Indeed, they were… but I wasn’t born to them.” He says.

“Oh shit, you were… I didn’t know.”

“Not many people do.”

“Well, I’m honoured,” you smile. “I bet you hear this question a lot – although maybe not if not many people know – but do you ever wanna find your biological parents?”

John immediately shakes his head, wildly. “No, no, no.” He chuckles, setting his glass down on the floor beside his feet.

“Oh… I’ve overstepped my mark, haven’t I? I’m sorry. I have no filter when I’m nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” John asks, his mouth stretching into an excited grin.

You blush. “Uh, I mean… Kinda.”

John slowly nods his head with interest. “Good to know,” he says.

“Moving on,” you start, eager to avoid further awkwardness. “How do you know me without me knowing you?” You ask, also setting your glass beside your feet.

“Well, like I said; I’ve heard a lot about you. I’ve been living in this city for a year or so now, and I like to do my research on people.”

“Research?” You ask, admittedly more alarmed by what he may have found out about you, rather than the fact that he was looking into you to begin with.

“You have quite the social media presence and I quickly noticed that you tend to become careless when you’re drunk, so it was easy enough to gather information on you. I like to know who I’m involving myself with,” he says, leaning back on his hands.

“Involving? That’s what we’re calling it?” You chuckle. “Mr. Duncan, I’ve known you for all of five minutes. If you wanna involve yourself with me, you’re gonna have to take me to dinner fir-“

John raises his hand to your face and slowly moves the backs of his fingers along your jaw. You swallow. Oh, you think. He’s serious.

John leans in and presses his lips to yours softly and you stay there with your eyes closed for a few seconds before pulling away.

“So much for not trying anything,” you mutter, trying to alleviate some of the tension.

“Admittedly, I brought you here with an ulterior motive,” he says, still holding his hand to your face. “At first, I wanted to know why people talked about you so much. I was curious as to what was so special about you.” He slides closer to you until he’s pressed against you and begins kissing your neck. “But then,” he says between kisses. “I saw you, and I knew I just had to try you.”

Try me? You think, tilting your head to one side so that more of your neck is exposed for John to plant kisses on. You think about the stories that you’d heard about him. Among the many rumours you’d been told, you’d heard that he slept around a lot. That there was always someone different leaving his apartment building at sunrise. He collects lovers like other people collect concert wristbands, and it dawns on you that he’s slept with so many people that, quite frankly, he’s bored. He has an interest in you because you’re new to him. Like a new flavour of bubble gum, he wants to see what you feel like; what you taste like.

John runs his hand along the inside of your thigh and you lean into his touch, giving him the go-ahead to touch you a little rougher. He kisses you again. His lips taste like whiskey and cigarette smoke and you can’t deny that the kiss is good. Real good. The room is quiet as he helps you undress – the only sound being the music booming through the walls as he tosses your shirt onto the floor. Had you been a little more sober, you might not have accepted his advances so easily. You had a reputation, but that reputation certainly wasn’t for being easy. But alas, you weren’t sober, and John was far too charismatic for your mildly intoxicated brain to fend off. He’d laid down traps for you all week – pressing your friend to invite you, sneakily glancing at you from the other side of the room, plying you with drinks, ushering you into his bedroom – it was all calculated, and you’d wandered into every single trap, blissfully unaware.

You reach both hands up, burying them in his soft, dark hair as he lays you down on the bed, following suit. His hands wander across your bare skin, smoothly gliding up over your waist and settling on your ribs. You spread your legs and John positions himself between them, pulling away from the kiss for just a moment and breathing heavily whilst he unbuckles his belt. You swallow as you watch him, propping yourself up on your elbows.

As John tugs at your underwear, there’s a knock on the door – not just any knock, though. A familiar knock in the tune of Shave and A Haircut. You know who it is from that knock alone. John rolls off you and you sit up as Andy opens the door. The music floods into the previously quiet room and you find yourself wincing at how loud it is.

“Andy, what are you doing?” You hiss, crossing your arms across your chest in an attempt to cover some of the bare skin.

“I figured you might need someone to make sure you don’t do something stupid,” Andy says, looking considerably angrier than usual, with one hand on the door handle and the other wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle.

“I…”

He’s right. You do need someone to stop you from doing something stupid. Although you were having fun, you’ve only met John 5 minutes ago, and whilst partying is something you’re an avid fan of, you’re not sure if sleeping with complete strangers who made an effort to lure you here is something you want to add to your list of hobbies.

John scowls at Andy as you swing your legs over the side of the bed and gather your shirt from the floor. “Andrew...” John warns. “This isn’t your concern.”

Andy glares at John as you get dressed and join him by the door. “C’mon,” he says, placing his arm around your shoulder. “Let's get you home.”

You look back over your shoulder and find John sat upright on the bed, watching you leave. You offer him an apologetic look and he nods courteously as Andy closes the door behind you.

“What the fuck was that about?” You ask as you and Andy step out of the swanky apartment building and into the street below. It’s colder than it was earlier in the evening and it’s beginning to rain, but Andy had draped his suit jacket over your shoulders before exiting the building.

“You were gonna regret doing that come tomorrow morning,” he tells you.

“You were the one who wanted me to talk to him!”

“Yeah, because I thought he was interested in getting to know you, not…” He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Look, you’re two years younger than me, right? So it’s my moral obligation to make sure that you don’t get hurt.”

“You know him. You know what he’s like. You’re telling me you didn’t know he was trying to get into my pants?” You ask, doubtfully, raising your eyebrows at him.

“I thought he’d take things a little slower than that,” he mutters. “Listen, I was supposed to set the two of you up, but when he carted you off into that bedroom, I just got a bad feelin’, okay? I felt like it was less me setting you up for a date and more me pimping you out to my sleazy friend. I freaked out and I changed my mind. So sue me.”

There’s a few moments of silence between the two of you and Andy steps closer to the road and begins looking for a taxi.

“Thanks for lookin’ out for me,” you tell him, joining him at the edge of the curb and placing a hand on his shoulder. “But I was okay… honestly.”

He looks at you as he holds his hand out for an upcoming taxi. “Alright,” he says. “I’ll mind my own business next time.”

“No, you won’t,” you smile, adjusting the jacket around your shoulders.

“Nah, you’re right. I won’t,” he grins, opening the taxi door as it pulls up in front of you. You climb into the back of the cab and he closes the door before moving to the front passenger window and giving the driver your address. “Make sure they don’t leave the jacket when they get out; it cost me a small fortune,” he says, handing the driver a few $10 bills and stepping away from the car. “Text me when you get home,” he tells you. You nod and smile as the taxi pulls away and Andy waves you off. You watch him from the rear window as he shoves his hands into his pockets and begins his walk home in the other direction. You watch him until he’s a tiny speck on the horizon and then you turn back around.

As the driver rounds the corner, your phone vibrates in your pocket. Pulling it out and unlocking it, you find a message from an unknown number.

I’m glad you came tonight. You made my night a little sweeter. Hope to see you again soon. Coffee, maybe?

John XO

A giddy warmth rises within you and you smile down at your phone – something the driver picks up on as he glances at you in the rearview mirror. “Looks like young love to me,” he remarks with a smile, his kind eyes reflecting the city lights from behind his wire frame glasses.

“Yeah,” you grin, slipping your phone back into your pocket and looking out the window. “Maybe.”

#john seed #john seed x reader #far cry 5 #my writing #writing: john seed

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butindeed · 7 years ago

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What if... [TRR X PM Cross over] (Riley x Drake) (Kai x Hana) [PART 6/?]

Hi guys!! This is part of a nameless Riley x Drake series. You can read the previous parts HERE.

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Summary: What if things were different? (Part 6)

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Foo Fighters - The Pretender

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Riley stared at her best friend in disbilief. She walked back and forth feeling the walls closing down on her with every step she took. Maybe this was a good thing, right? Yeah, yeah, it was probably good. But she did it without asking Riley first! Riley felt the heat coming back one more time.

-How could you Kai?? -Riley snapped pacing furiously.

-Ri, stop, you’re going to make a gutter on the floor!

-How could you? - She rose her hands and clunched her hair

-He said yes... - Kai laughed earning a hatefull stare from Riley - It’s not my fault - she added innocently- I called to know if you were coming, how on Earth would I know you’d left your mobile at the library? How would I know he had picked it up?

-But it was your idea to ask him to meet me up at the coffee shop!!

-At least I didn’t set you up at the bar! - Kai shrugged - Plus I didn’t tell him I knew who he was... - she smirked - I just asked him how he got your phone and he told me.

-Aggggghh - Riley screamed throwing her hands into the air

-C’mon Ri, you like him, dive in!

-Quimin Rilee, yee lik heem - Riley mocked talked as she angrily left towards her room.

She hated Kai right then, she thought as she yawned, but now she needed some rest. She could continue to hate her the next day.

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Coin Laundry - Lisa Mitchell

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Although Riley was feeling much more confident after sleeping it out, she was still mad at Kai for her unsisterly behaviour, so she promised to make it up for Riley.

-I’ll do your hair!

-Why don’t you better get off it?

-Ha ha Ri.

-It’s a coffee/pick up my mobile/made up set up, I’m going to look riddiculous!

-Trust me, you’ll look natural as hell!

-What’s more natural than this? - she smiled gesturing at herself.

-This is the only way I know, or want, to make it up for you. It’s going to be easy-breezy lemmon squeezy - Kai babbled as she was holding a bobbypin on her mouth.

-Try difficult-difficult lemon difficult! - Riley sighed

-You said it yourself, it’s only picking up your mobile and having a cup of yumm steamy coffee, you’ve done worse. Now stay still or I’ll pin your scalp!

-That’s reassuring! - she laughed - Nah, I’m ok, I’m cool. Drake’s just a classmate. Right?

-Right. Voilá!

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Angus & Julia Stone - Grizzly Bear

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Upon arriving at the coffee shop, Riley scanned the area for him. However, he hadn’t arrived yet, so she sat down at her favourite table by the window overseeing the park.

It was rather chilli, so she took off her coat, beret and scarf.

If Drake didn’t show up it’d be ok too, she thought feeling confident. It hadn’t been a while since she went to the coffee shop to unwind a bit. She’d been so hung up on college that she had forgotten a bit about herself.

She ordered a macchiato and a connamon roll, and took out a book to kill some time.

She didn’t know how long it had been, but it couldn’t have been too much since the waiter hadn’t fetched her order yet, when she heard someone clear their throat.

She looked up. Sunbeams reflected on the window creating a sort of halo on the man smiling down at her, just like a movie scene. It took her a full minute to realise it was Drake.

-Oh hi! - She beamed

-Sorry I’m late! - He pulled the remaining chair back - May I sit?

-By all means, sir - Why would she say that?

Instead of sitting in front of her, he moved the chair to one side, sitting next to her, bumping his leg against hers.

- So I’ve heard your head is on the clouds - He joked as he waved at the waiter.

-Heh! I suppose I was a bit distracted.

- Yeah. Well, I thought I had seen you, but when I looked again you had dissappeared. That’s when I saw your phone lying on the table.

-Oh!

-Yes, I was there with my sister’s friend, Kiara. She was here visiting us, so as my sister was kind of DOA, I offered her a tour. Plus, I needed some books, so win-win. - He bumped her leg once more.

-Well I needed some information about this country, Cordonia, I had never heard about it, and it’s one of the remaining European monarchies, and I have like zero information on them.

-That’s because you haven’t searched in the correct place yet!

-Yeah? - she cocked an eyebrow - and where’s that?

-Right here - he smiled pointing at himself as he bumped her leg with his - I’m from Cordonia! - he laughed at Riley’s confused face - my dad actually was in the king’s guard. - he smiled sadly - He actually was KIA.

-Oh, I’m sorry - Riley said reaching for his hand

-It’s Ok - he squished it - It’s been a long time ago.

Right then the waiter arrived with their orders.

-I don’t know why I told you about that though - he laughed

- How so?

-I’m not usually this open with people - he smiled bumping her leg once again - but there’s someting about you that prevents me from shutting up.

Riley blushed slightly and took a sip of her coffee.

Talking to him felt incredibly natural too. She was sharing details of her life only few people knew. Far from feeling selfaware as she thought she’d feel, Riley actually enjoyed herself around him.

Riley told him about being the very first woman to attend college in her family, about the scolarship and why being there was so important for her.

She learnt his mother was American, that he had a sister, Savannah, that and that they went to that college escaping from the courtly life back in Cordonia.

-So if you need any help with the Cordonian monarchy paper, I’m your man.

-Oh my, that’s a very smooth move. - She teased

-See? I’m that good. - he winked.

They stared at each other’s eyes for a moment. Drake’s eyes sparkled in a way she had never seen before.

Suddelnly he looked away and a very confused Riley found her coffee extremely interesting.

After a moment of silence, in which Drake opened and closed his moth several times, he actually said

- Can I ask you a question?

-Shoot!

-Why have you been avoiding me? I see you staring at me from timeto time, and I know you bolted from the library as soon as you saw me...

Riley, who was sipping her macchiato, chocked, spilling some coffee from her nose.

Drake bursed with laughter, making her blush violently.

- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed - he said trying to contain the giggles - I made you stain your sweater. - He leaned in trying to clean up her mess with a napkin.

- Nice - Riley laughed taking the napking away from him.

- So...?

-I felt kind of embarrassed, ok? - Riley snapped blushing even harder

- Because you sat on my lap the very first day of class? - Drake chuckled clearly relieved

- Wouldn’t you feel the same way?

-Probably - he shrugged- but I wouldn’t have run away and stare from the distance like a creep - he smirked bumping her leg again.

-I’m not a creep... and what’s with the bumping?

Drake’s face froze in a surprised gesture as he blushed violently.

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High Highs - Flowers Bloom

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- I... I kind of like you - he mumbled freezing Riley this time.

-Well - she added some minutes after - I kind of like you too.

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