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joonie-beanie · 5 years ago

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Welcome To The Wild Side [18]

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Genre: Superpowers + College AU

Rated: T

Words: 2,153

A/N: Oh hi

Following your Friday night talk with Jungkook, and the comfort session thanks to the guys, you all decide that the best thing to do is try and resume life like normal. For all you know, the man who had brainwashed you had just wanted to give them a little taste of their own medicine for landing his friend in jail. There was no guarantee he would show up and cause more havoc. Worrying about it and acting any differently would only continue to leave the group on edge, so they had decided to live as if nothing was different.

Of course, they couldn’t just forget about what had happened, but they tried not to actively dwell on it.

Soon enough, another week had passed. Everything was normal. You woke up, went to class, went to work, did homework, and slept. Sometimes you’d get texts from the guys—just casual conversation starters—which helped brighten your days. Once again, Taehyung had invited you to lunch, and this time you’d accepted. A whole 7 days went past without an incident, which was…almost suspicious, but you didn’t want to overthink it.

Monday rolled around yet again. Like normal, you went to your lectures—the day feeling quite long—and had just gotten home when—

A bird screeches loudly overhead, startling you. You jump in surprise, the keys in your hand falling to the floor at your feet and your apartment door remaining locked.

“Jesus,” you breathe, turning to look at the bird that is circling overhead. It caws a few more times before suddenly dive bombing towards you. Your eyes squeeze shut, arms moving to brace in front of your head since you assume the bird is coming in for the kill, but after a few seconds nothing happens. There’s no bird pecking at your arms, but rather a pair of human hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

Again, you startle. Your eyes fly open, head whipping to look at whoever it is touching you. Whoever it is had basically popped in out of thin air, because no one had been around when you’d—

Messy brown hair and a handsome face stare back at you. Kim Taehyung.

Now it makes sense.

“Y/N!” he says, breathing hard. He looks exhausted, like he’d used all his energy to get over to you. Worried, your brows furrow, and you turn to face him.

“Taehyung, are you okay? What’s up?”

“Are you busy?” he asks instead, a pleading look in his eye. You blink.

“I mean…no, I’m done with classes and I don’t have work, so…why? What’s going on?”

Sighing, Taehyung runs a hand through his hair. “I’m an idiot. If you have time will you come and model for me?”

For a second, you wonder if you’ve heard him correctly.

“Model?” you echo, your ears turning red at the idea. Taehyung nods, hurrying to explain.

“I have an art class I’m taking, and every week a new person is in charge of bringing an object or person to model for the first hour of the class. I walked into class and someone asked if I had something. Obviously I didn’t considering I’m here. The TA said if I brought a cute girl to model he would forgive me, so PLEASE.”

He grabs your hands in his tightly, looking up at you with the best puppy eyes he can muster. Your lips are parted in shock, face feeling warm at the fact that he had decided to ask you when his TA had demanded a cute girl.

“I mean…yeah, of course I’ll help you if I’m good enough,” you respond after a moment, and Taehyung blinks dumbly, straightening himself out.

“What do you mean? You don’t think you’re cute?”

You pout a little, feeling a bit shy. “I mean…it’s not like I’m not cute, but…”

“You’re adorable,” he says sternly, his large hands lifting to squish your cheeks. Taehyung smiles cheekily at you, and then grabs your hand, tugging you towards the stairs. “C’mon. The building isn’t too far.”

Together, the two of you hurriedly make your way back into main campus. True to his word, the building is only about a 10 minute trek from your apartment. When you enter the classroom, both you and Taehyung are breathing a bit hard, and everyone turns to look at you.

Sat at the head of the room, the TA looks to Taehyung, and then stands from his seat. He takes a few steps towards you both before he pauses. His eyes roam over you from the top of your head all the way down. Embarrassment floods your chest, and beside you Taehyung’s eyes narrow a little at the other male. Finally, the TA lifts a hand and places it on Taehyung shoulder.

“You did well,” he says quietly, looking more than pleased. With that taken care of, he turns back to face you, a wide smile on his face.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you respond, eyes widening when he lightly places a hand on your back and leads you to the middle of the room. There’s a stool there, with all of the students and their sketch pads scattered around it.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. She’ll be modeling for us today thanks to Taehyung. Is there anything you want to say?” he asks you, leaning over to glance at your face. You press your lips together, still feeling a little unsure of the situation. However, when you glance up and see Taehyung flashing you two-thumbs up and an encouraging smile, you feel a little better.

“Um, well, I’ve never done this before, so if there’s anything you want me to do—just ask,” you say with honesty, and the class laughs a little, understanding where you’re coming from. “I’ll try my best.”

“Thanks for your help,” the class echoes, getting their pencils ready, and the TA quietly instructs you to sit in the chair.

“Does anyone have a certain pose they want to ask Y/N for? I know it’s been a while since we’ve had a human model.”

From the back of the classroom, a shy looking girl raises her hand. All eyes turn to her, and it becomes impossible for her to look only at one spot—her eyes darting around the room.

“Um…I’m sorry if this is selfish but…I’ve really been wanting to work on the way a person’s back looks…with the spine and shoulder blades. Muscles, really…so um…if it’s not too much to ask,” she says quietly, her innocent gaze landing on you finally. It’s clear that she’s embarrassed to be asking, and you yourself feel embarrassed at her request but…

“Sure!” you say, and from a little ways away Taehyung almost faints. He had been preparing himself to get up and defend you—because he hadn’t invited you expecting you to be asked to show so much skin, but god. You’d actually agreed.

“I don’t know how that’s gonna work with, well…,” you struggle to explain, looking down at yourself. You’ve got a tank top on under your jacket, but that won’t show the amount of skin the girl wants for her pose.

“Oh! Um, here,” she says, standing from her seat and rushing to grab a blanket that’s been stored in a closet at the back of the room. She approaches you and hands it over, her face still red. You know she has no ill intent in asking you to do this, but her embarrassment over it is still making you feel hot as well.

“Thanks,” you respond, and from the side Taehyung rushes up to hold the blanket. You share a look with each other, understanding his intent, and move to undress yourself. Taehyung glances away, cheeks red, and glares at some of the other guys in the class when they send him teasing looks.

After a few seconds you tell him it’s fine, and he hands you the blanket. Carefully, you position the blanket so it’s wrapped around your front but low in the back—the TA stepping up to help you secure a good pose.

Finally, it seems like everyone is ready to begin. Careful to be still, you opt to look out the window nearby into the dark overlook of the campus. You attempt to distract yourself by thinking about homework, and work, and whatever else, and for the most part it works. However, once half an hour has gone by, the TA says it’s time to choose a new pose. As you pull your tank top back on, the guy sitting next to Taehyung speaks up.

“I mean, we haven’t had a nude—”

Taehyung promptly kicks him in the shin, and the class erupts into giggles. You, as well, find yourself laughing.

Once the laughter has died down, a different male speaks up.

“I’d be interested in a couples pose. After all, we’ve only had one model up until now.”

“That’s true. Taehyung, come up here,” the TA calls, motioning to you. Taehyung face goes red, but he nonetheless sets his things down and makes his way to where you’re sitting.

“You’d be more comfortable together since you know each other I’m sure,” the TA says, pulling a second stool over. Nodding, Taehyung seats himself beside you, and the TA carefully positions you both so your head is resting on Taehyung’s shoulder—Taehyung hand lightly draped over your thigh.

“You can draw them from the front or back, up to you,” mister TA speaks one last time, and a few people adjust their positions. For the next half hour, you and Taehyung sit side by side. Every so often you joke to each other quietly, but none of the students seem to mind the change in your facial features, or if Taehyung’s hand moves to squeeze your thigh.

Time goes by quickly, and finally the 1-hour modeling period is over. The class thanks you again, and Taehyung gives you a quick hug after escorting you to the door. He says he’ll text you later, and you leave with a smile. On your walk home, you still can’t help but feel embarrassed about what had just happened, but it was fun too.

Finally, you make it to your apartment and unlock the door. A nice hot shower awaits you, followed by food, and homework. It’s nearly 10pm when your phone buzzes beside you.

Curious, you pick it up—noting that Taehyung had sent a photo to the group chat.

[Tae] Sent a Photo to “That One Girl and the 7 Dorks”

[Tae]: Thanks for your help tonight!!

You swipe on the notification and the group chat pops open in front of you. What you see immediately has your face going red. However, before you can even think of how to respond, Taehyung is hurriedly chiming in.

[Tae]: Uh, sorry guys!! Wrong chat!!

[Agust D]: Who the hell are you trying to send a sketch of a topless girl to?

[Chim Chim]: Wow Tae, did something good happen in your art class tonight? Lol

[RM]: Gotta say, that’s a pretty good sketch tho! I like the way you shaded around the spine and shoulder blades.

[Tae]: haha thanks ;;

[HOBI]: ok but seriously, who were you trying to send that to??? How the hell did you end up sending it to us instead keke

There’s a brief pause, and you can only guess that Taehyung is both embarrassed and afraid of telling them the truth. Then all of the sudden Jin chimes in.

[Jin]: …are y’all dumb?

[Jeon Seagull]: wym?

[Jin]: who would look like the drawing and also apparently be in this group chat since taehyung managed to send it here instead of just the individual?

[Agust D]: …you’re fucking shitting me

[HOBI]: …she’s been reading all the messages but not responding ajlskdhajskd

[A Literal Angel]: ………hi

[Jeon Seagull]: wait

[Chim Chim]: DID YOU REALLY POSE TOPLESS FOR TAEHYUNG’S ART CLASS

[Tae]: SHE WASN’T TOPLESS

[RM]: IDK ABOUT YOU BUT I’m LOOKING A DRAWING OF A FEMALE’S BARE BACK

[A Literal Angel]: I was holding a blanket!! A girl in the class requested that I pose with my back open so she could get practice!!

[Jin]: Oh, so it wasn’t Tae that made you do it?

[Tae]: please don’t fucking kill me I’m a good boy I promise

[Agust D]: hey y/n if you’re getting naked for the sake of art feel free to come to the music studio again

[HOBI]: LMAOOOOO

[Jeon Seagull]: hyung I s2fg

[Chim Chim]: bunch of horny bastards in here

[Chim Chim] saved a photo

[Tae]: LIKE YOU’RE ONE TO TALK

[Agust D] saved a photo

[RM] saved a photo

[Jeon Seagull] saved a photo

[Jin]: why is our group such a shit show

[HOBI] saved a photo

[Jin] saved a photo

[A Literal Angel]: you guys a so fucking dumb lmao

[A Literal Angel]: I love you

[A Literal Angel] saved a photo

#wttws #welcome to the wild side #superpower!bts #bts college au #bts super power au #taehyung x reader

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codyfernmorelikedaddyfern · 5 years ago

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Medicine - Jim x fem!reader // Part One

I’m doing this guys.

Multi part fanfiction on Jim losely inspired by multiple songs on my playlist. The whole thing is following Medicine by The 1975 but each chapters will have a different theme within it besides this one because it’s mainly exposition.

Description: In a desperate attempt to “make things work” in a marriage already shattered a decade ago, (Y/N)’s parents move in Palos Verde where she meets Medina, a newfound hermit like her.

Warnings: mention of dysfunctional/toxic relationships, alcohol and drug abuse.

Word counts: 1.6k+

She hated being the new kid in town. She hated the attention it brought to her as she wandered the confusing halls of her new school. She hated the eyes glued to her as she sat alone at her table at lunch. She hated having to introduce herself over and over again to her classmates. She hated the spotlight and the stares.

Her gentle footsteps carried her to the lockers, looking down at the 93 scribbled on her palm, scanning the metal doors and looking for the number she had been assigned to in the ocean of students pacing up and down the hall.

“Hey, you’re (Y/N), the new girl, right, a gentle voice spoke behind your as you snapped out of your search.

- Oh, yeah, hi! She turned to the girl, probably around her age, standing next to her. We have classes together, don’t we?

- I think so, yes, I’m Medina.”

With a friendly handshake and her best smile, the blonde girl helped (Y/N) locate her locker and settle. The next couple of classes where spent in hushed whispers and sassy comments about diverse people walking past them or throwing glances in their direction.

The outcast had found another hermit with who she could moan about others with and it made their afternoon slightly more tolerable.

As the bell rang the end of the day, the two young women took their own paths home, Medina jumping on her bicycle and riding down the road aside a tall brunette. She had never mentioned a boyfriend but she didn’t know the blonde to take any sense of betrayal in her blood.

Kicking up a stone or two on her way to the house she had barely got the chance to settle in, she was lost in her thoughts, trying to remember the information that had been unfurled in front of her throughout the day. The voice of her father welcomed her in the house. All she could see was the blinking colours spewing out of the TV and the back of the elderly man’s head on the couch as she climbed up the flight of stairs carrying her to her bedroom.

The door gently swayed closed as she sat at the brand new corner desk begging to be used. Unpacking her bag’s content on the desk, (Y/N) quickly worked on her tasks for the night after putting her favourite playlist on for motivation.

Her gentle features bobbed to the beat of the music while she could hear the ocean’s harsh waves crashing on the rocks a hundred feet away from her window.

Her mother must have opened it during the day during her daily compulsive cleaning sessions. What a strange woman she was, the young one thought. After her father had caught his spouse in bed with another man, she had spun their world around and condemned herself to a life of a full time housewife, losing her mind in cleaning products and a pair of rubber cloves, the chemicals becoming some twisted medicine to her unfaithfulness.

What a strange man her father was, accepting the multitude of apologies her mother webbed over the years. She had given up her work to tie herself to his will. As a child, her parents were the only idea of love she could base herself on which is mostly the reason of her own relationships failing. Her shifted idea of what a man and woman should act as when together was shattered when the time for her to have her first boyfriend came.

And before she could remember the night said boyfriend broke her poor little heart, the creaking of her door pulled her out of her daydreaming, her mother standing in the frame. Her voice, raspy from decades of smoking, invited her to join them for dinner.

That’s one thing she hated too. The questioning. Yes, her day had been fine. Yes, she was making friend. Yes, her homework were finished. No, she hadn’t developed a crush on the neighbour yet. Her eyes rolled so far she fear it might disappear at the back of her skull.

“We have been invited to a little gathering after dinner, would you care to join, the voice of her father pushed the clouded thoughts of her day out of the way.

- Sure, where is it?

- Down a few blocks, there will be a bonfire and you could bring your doodling stuff, the mother carried on.

- Yeah okay, I guess I could walk home if the adult talk become too boring, the teenager concluded as she pushed her last broccoli in her mouth, chewing on it for longer that she should.

- Great, we’ll be heading there when you are ready, sweetie”.

The urge to roll her eyes once more was intense but she held back. The family dynamic had been broken all those years ago when the cat had gone out of the bag about her poor mother. Or poor father? (Y/N) didn’t know which one to pity the most. Their empty drive to “make it work” had smothered their daughter.

She found a way out in art. She would try her hands at any mediums. Sculpting was her favourite and she lavished herself in bringing bodies and forms to life from her nimble fingers, calloused and blistered by the hot clay. But what she was the best at was with a pencil.

Many a sketchbook had been filled with grotesque cartoons and semi realistic portraits and stills. The comfort that sketching a frame of her vision on the blank pages somewhat made up for the lack of a mother or father figure, the two of them too busy trying to work on each other.

After shoving the dirty cutlery and plates in the dish washer, she jumped up the stairs and gathered her supplies before kicking her shoes on and following her parents to the car. There was no need for conversation as the vehicle sped down the empty streets and there was also no need for a car ride altogether.

The smell of burning wood hit (Y/N)’s nose, offering a pleasant change from the brine and seaweed. Stepping out of the car, an unknown voice welcomed you to join the group of mingling adults at the back. A series of new introduction took place as her father shook hands with multiple strangers.

“You must be (Y/N), ‘the new girl’ Medina talked about. I’m Phil” his large hand reached forward for hers, which she shook while noticing that glint in his eyes.

The same sad glint she had seen in her father’s eyes. With the same palm, he quickly pointed to the large bonfire 200 ft forward on the beach. “She’s over there if you look for her” he mentioned causing her to whisper a quick thank you and darting towards the large dancing flames surrounded by a handful of teenagers.

Once the sand pooled too much in her shoes and she cursed herself for wearing them, she quickly pulled them out, gingerly walking towards the only figure she recognised. Medina’s 6th sense must have been tingling because she turned around to the hesitant silhouette approaching, inviting her to sit by her side.

“I didn’t think my dad meant it when he said you were invited tonight” the blonde suddenly blushed as the spot next to her got filled with her new acquaintance. Enquiring about the content of her Y/N, sparked a lengthy conversation about art and drawings, learning that the other outcast’s outlet was to surf with her sibling.

As if mentioning her twin was a magical incantation, his hazy body walked into view. The boy she had mistakenly assumed was the boyfriend your new friend was only his brother. He slumped next to her, his words slurred and somewhat jumbled while carrying the lingering smell of weed and booze.

“Y-You’re not going to introduce me, he nearly choked, his head slumping forward in a playful wave.

- That’s (Y/N), she’s new here, she looked at her brother then turned to her friend, that’s my brother Jim, he’s… not new here.

- Very nice to meet you, his hand reached forward, sawing wildly.”

Hesitantly shaking his hand, (Y/N) shared a somewhat worried look with Medina. His broad shoulders fell backwards in the sand while he gazed at the stars but her eyes were set on the display of the waves.

The blonde excused herself for a second, muttering she needed the bathroom, before her figure disappeared up the sandy slope to the house. The awkward tension thickened as the young woman felt Jim’s gaze read her features.

She was not the conventional type of pretty. But damn did she look gorgeous as the amber lights of the flames licked her skin somehow highlighting her flaw in an array of beauty. It was probably the alcohol clouding his mind or most likely the drugs fogging his eyes. Fishing out her notepad, she started to stain the pages of her notebook with the beauty of the ocean she was witnessing as the moon was coasting on top of the waves.

The gentle footfalls of Medina brushed against her ear while (Y/N) consumed the night, her nose stuffed in her pencils and charcoals, the conversation between the twins losing itself in the blur of her focused gaze darting between the water and the her paper.

How could he focus on the words leaving his lips when this otherworldly apparition was so deeply enthralled in her mind? Her fingers greyed and stained by the lead she was smearing on the pages. And he noticed it. That broken glimmer in her eyes. Because she was broken too, maybe more than he was himself but in her own beautiful way. And maybe he could fix her. For a split second where her eyes fell deep within his, the haze of his inebriated mind, he sobered up.

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Taglist anyone?

#jim mason #jim mason x reader #tribes of palos verdes

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wizardwritings · 7 years ago

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Worse Than Nicotine

Prompt: “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU. Where Sirius is the chain-smoking art student.

Word Count: About 5,500.

Warning(s): Smoking, sexual tension, kissing, motorcycle ride without all the gear. Don’t accept a ride from someone on a motorcycle unless they supply the proper gear and you’re wearing pants and a heavy jacket, preferably. Do some research before riding!

Note: Sort of a modern, college AU. This isn’t smut, but, I have to warn you, it does end up being smoking hot. Hah. Get it?

To the barista with the pretty grey eyes,

Smoking can cause the lens of the eyes to fog up and the whites of the eyes to turn yellow. Don’t ruin their beauty. If not for yourself, then for those who have the pleasure of seeing them. ;)

Love, Y/N.

Sirius rolled his eyes, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he pocketed yet another note from you. If you were to open a spare drawer in his flat, you would find a collection of tossed napkins with rushed scribbles littering the surface. Maybe one day Sirius would take your insistent advice, but right now, all he wanted was a drag.

“Another love letter from your favorite med student?”

With a shrug, Sirius rested his palms on the countertop, sending his co-worker and flatmate, James, a smirk. “You could call it that.”

“What does that make it? The third one this week?” asked James, spinning a permanent marker on the tips of his fingers.

“More or less.” Sirius checked the time before peering out the cafe windows. “It’s kind of endearing, I think. You know, in an annoying, motherly sort of way.”

James let out a laugh, pushing his glasses higher on his face. “What did it say this time?”

“Oh, just not to ruin my beautiful eyes by smoking.”

“Beautiful?” James squinted, zealously searching Sirius’ face. “Your eyes? Are you sure these notes aren’t meant for me?”

Sirius snorted, brushing his hair to the side. “They’re definitely for me.”

With a mischievous grin, James drummed the tip of his pen on the counter. “Sure they are.”

When the door chimed, James was ready to take the customer’s order, making the drink himself since business was slow at this hour. Once the latte was ready and the customer was seated, he turned back to Sirius.

“But what if it’s not just for you?”

“Pardon?”

James shrugged. “I’m only saying, what if you aren’t the only mysterious, smoking barista in your little med student’s life?”

“First of all, she’s not my little med student.” Sirius paused, a small smirk playing on his face. “Not yet, anyway. And second, that’s absolutely ridiculous.”

Still, as ridiculous as James’ suggestion sounded, an unsettling feeling entered Sirius’ stomach at the thought of you flirting with someone else.

“I don’t know about that,” James drawled. “Have you even talked to her?” Sirius opened his mouth, but quickly shut it at James’ pointed look. “Besides asking for her order.”

“She’s always busy studying from that textbook of hers,” Sirius said defensively. “I was trying to be polite.”

James hummed, tapping his foot on the linoleum floor. “That’s chivalrous and all, but if she has time to write you a little note on her every visit, I think she would be more than willing to take the time to talk to you.”

Sirius thought on his best mate’s words, just now questioning why he had never made a move.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Sirius snorted, “Since when did I need girl advice from you?”

“Looks like the roles have been reversed,” James said with a grin. “A girlfriend will definitely wise you up.”

Sirius’ only response was a cocked eyebrow.

“And as the one with a girlfriend, and therefore the one who is wisest,” James chose to ignore the huff he heard from Sirius, “I say you need to talk to her before she thinks you don’t like her.”

“I will–”

“And when I say talk to her, I mean soon.” James paused. “And when I say soon, I mean tomorrow.” Taking in Sirius’ amused eye roll, James continued, “Y/N is incredibly smart and–forgive me, Lily–incredibly pretty. She’s not going to wait around if you show no interest.”

“I show plenty of interest!”

“Then you’ll be fine with showing even more tomorrow.”

“Fine. Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” said James with a nod of affirmation. “Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomor–”

“Oh, bugger off, Prongs.”

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To the barista with the beautiful voice,

I’ve heard you and your friend with glasses sing along to the music as you guys worked. You have an amazing voice. On a completely unrelated note, smoking can damage breathing control, dry out your vocal cords, and strain your lungs. Be careful and, please, be safe!

Love, Y/N.

Sirius didn’t bother to stop the smile that spread across his face. You really were an observant one, he thought.

Throughout that day, he had been subtly trying to sneak glances at you while you sat at your booth. That time, you had no textbook with you. Just a phone you were hurriedly typing on. It would’ve been the perfect time for Sirius to approach you.

But he didn’t. And soon enough you had left, shooting him a quick grin before tucking the napkin under your saucer.

Maybe tomorrow.

- - - - -

He really is too pretty to die.

You shook your head, blinking once. With a look of determination, you returned back to your textbook, running the cap of your highlighter underneath the words as you read.

You had to focus on studying for your exam next week. The cute barista would have to wait.

A cafe full of potential distractions might not have been the best place to study, but with your flatmates having their monthly movie night, you reckoned that a house full of drunk college girls would have been even worse. And, to be fair, you didn’t think your barista would be working a shift this late.

Plugging your earphones in, you blasted some white noise, turning the page of your textbook. Time to get busy, you told yourself.

About a quarter away from being done with your study session, you felt a warm presence above you. You looked up, your eyes flittering over to their name tag.

Sirius. Your barista. A small smile found its way across your face.

Bringing your gaze to his, you took an earphone out. “Hi.”

He smiled back with an amused expression. “Hi.”

Your nose scrunched up ever so slightly as he got closer, a faint smell of nicotine still lingering on his shirt. Trying not to be rude, you huffed softly.

“Yes, I did just have a cigarette,” Sirius supplied with a deep chuckle, answering your unvoiced question. “My shift ended and I needed to get off store grounds to smoke.”

Disappointed, you hummed slightly. You worried he would never take your notes to heart. Or worse– He paid no attention to the napkins and tossed them on sight.

“But I couldn’t leave you here alone to study without some caffeine to last you the night.” He slid you a cup of coffee, careful not to spill the drink on your books. “It’s on the house.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to– Really.”

Sirius shrugged nonchalantly, giving you a noncommittal smile. “It’s the least I could do in exchange for my newly acquired knowledge on the dangers of smoking.”

“So you do read my notes!” you chirped, satisfied. “Thank goodness, I was worried my efforts were all going to waste.”

“Of course not.” He brushed the loose strands of his hair from his face with a slight smirk. “My favorite part is always the address. The barista with the pretty eyes or the soft-looking hair or the beautiful voice or the tauntingly ravishing, kissable lips–”

You let out an indignant laugh, keeping him from teasing you further. When he never responded to your little notes, you thought Sirius might have been broody and shy. But taking one look at his playful grin and relaxed posture, you realized he was anything but.

“Strange. I don’t recall ever writing the part about your lips, but,” you trailed your gaze from his eyes to his mouth in one exaggerated motion, “maybe you’re not wrong.”

He matched your stare with his, running the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. Clearing his throat, he placed the palms of his hands on his jeans.

“I don’t want to take up too much of your study time,” said Sirius as your wrapped your hands around the cup. “But hopefully I’ll see you again soon.”

“Actually–” You cut yourself off, looking down at your textbook. You could finish studying tomorrow, but it wasn’t everyday a cute barista returned your advances. “I’ve finished studying for tonight. You can take a seat–you know–if you’d like.”

He grinned, glad you didn’t kick him out. Sirius slid into the booth, facing you.

Finally lifting the latte to your face, your eyebrows furrowed at the art on it. You glanced up at him only to see he was looking intently for your reaction. When Sirius caught your eye, however, he shot you a grin.

“Do you like it?”

The crema formed the shape of a delicate rose, the white foam a stark contrast from the dark latte.

“It looks beautiful,” you replied honestly, careful not to ruin the design as you moved. “You did this?”

He nodded.

“I can’t even draw this on paper,” you admitted, letting out a laugh. “I have absolutely zero artistic ability.”

“Oh, please.” Sirius raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re just being modest.”

You matched his expression with a challenging one of your own. “No, believe me; I’m really not.”

Pulling out a scratch piece of paper from the back of your notebook, you placed it in front of you. Using Sirius’ latte art as a reference, you attempted to sketch out a rose.

After almost ten minutes of frustrated grunts and feverish erasing, you turned the drawing toward Sirius to reveal a meek, two inch drawing of something that resembled a flower.

Taking the paper in his hands, Sirius held it up to the light. “I mean, if you squint really hard and shake the paper really fast, it looks quite interesting.”

“Funny,” you deadpanned, grabbing hold of Sirius’ forearm to stop him from shaking the paper. You made a face. “Not everyone can be blessed with artistic abilities.”

“It just takes practice.” Sirius leaned back into his seat as you took a sip of your latte. “And, perhaps, you should stick to your annoyingly endearing cigarette facts.”

You huffed, the corners of your mouth tilting upward in a wry smile as a comfortable silence fell over you. The only sound heard in the coffee shop was the muffled music being played from the speakers. Scanning Sirius up and down, you saw he carried an aura of effortless elegance you had never noticed before.

Shifting slightly, you mixed a packet of sugar into your coffee. “The notes didn’t annoy you, did they?”

He cocked his head to the side.

“Because they weren’t meant to be naggy,” you said in a rushed tone. “It’s just… I know how detrimental smoking can be and I didn’t want you to get–”

“I told you,” Sirius started, waving you off with one look, “I like them.” He brushed his hair behind his ear. “Now, if it were anyone else, I might’ve been annoyed. But it was you… An intelligent, beautiful girl that I was lucky enough to catch the attention of.”

His gaze stayed focused on your face, the sudden attention causing heat to rush to your cheeks. The amount of times you blushed in a conversation embarrassed you; you were a normally collected person, but the smallest of compliments could set you off.

You took a sip of coffee, keeping the mug in front of your face in an attempt to hide your blush. “I have plenty more facts about smoking. Maybe one you’ll actually listen to.”

Sirius laughed lightly, shaking his head at your accusatory look. “I read every word, sweetheart. And I will admit, I haven’t been smoking as much.”

“Really?”

“Only a couple cigarettes a day.”

“Sirius!”

He smirked at your cry of concern, offhandedly stating, “It’s better than a pack in one sitting.”

“You better be joking.”

“You act as if nicotine is the worst thing in the world, Y/N.” Sirius rubbed the back of his shoulder, keeping his eyes on you. “I’d say there are things worse than nicotine.”

“It’s not nicotine that’s the problem.” You paused, pursing your lips. “Well, it is. In a way. It’s a stimulant like caffeine, which isn’t too bad, but nicotine is a highly addictive drug and the fastest way to get your fix is by smoking. And as I’ve stated in my notes, in the long run, smoking–”

You broke off abruptly, hoping Sirius didn’t think you were looking down on him.

“I mean, not that I’m trying to pressure you into quitting.” You broke your gaze, staring down into your coffee as you mindlessly stirred it around. “If you do decide to quit, it should be a conscious decision that you make for yourself.”

“I know.” He nudged the edge of your shoe with his, causing you to look up to see a small smile on his face. “Now stop worrying that you’re going to hurt my feelings. I’m a big boy; I can handle it.”

Rolling your eyes, you let the conversation shift into something more lighthearted. You asked him about his art, he told you to ask him for lessons anytime, you told him you might have to take him up on his offer. He asked if you had a life outside of med school, you replied with a hearty shove.

Before you knew it, the two of you were leaning closer to the edges of your chairs, becoming more comfortable as time went on. You didn’t want this to end. But when you caught a glimpse of the time on your phone, you knew it had to soon. Trying to find a bus to bring you home to your drunk flatmates at eleven o’clock at night wasn’t exactly the safest thing.

“Well,” you said hesitantly, “it’s getting late. I better head home.”

Sirius nodded, standing up next to you. “I might as well go, too. Let me walk you out.”

When you made it out of the cafe doors, Sirius bidding his co-workers a farewell and goodnight, you searched the parking lot for the nearest street with a bus stop. You turned to Sirius, his face pale under the harsh street lights.

“Can I walk you to your car?”

“I actually didn’t drive here today.” Kicking up the gravel with the tip of your shoe, you felt his gaze on you. “I’ve never been a fan of driving at night.”

“Hmm.” Sirius nodded with a slight hum. “I’ll wait with you until your ride gets here, then?”

“I was going to take the bus.” At his curious glance you continued, “My flatmates and I usually have a girl’s night a few times a month, but I had to study.” The breezed up, prickling your skin as you rubbed your arms under your shirt. “So I asked one of them to drop me off and told them I had a ride home.”

He quirked a brow. “But you don’t.”

You shrugged, tucking your stray hairs behind your ear. “They needed a night to unwind; I didn’t want them to worry about me.”

“That’s ridiculously selfless of you,” Sirius stated, moving closer when he saw the goosebumps on your arms. There was a comforting warmth radiating through his uniform and you had to keep yourself from pulling him closer. “I can give you a ride to your flat, if you’d like.”

“No– It’s fine. The bus stop isn’t too far from here.”

Sirius folded his arms, shaking his head slightly. “Not that I doubt your capabilities, but I could never just let you navigate your way through the city at this hour.”

You bit your lower lip. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re not,” he insisted. “But do you know what would be a bother?”

You didn’t respond.

“Leaving you here and spending the rest of my night wondering if you made it home safely.”

Rolling your eyes, you fought off a smile. “Well, when you put it like that…”

Beaming, Sirius took your hand in his, leading you to the staff parking lot. You may have just had your first real conversation with him today, but getting a ride from him still beat wandering the streets at midnight. Plus, the feeling of his hand around yours helped warm you up. That, of course, was the only reason you enjoyed it.

Telling him your address, he entered it into his phone GPS. His eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve actually dropped James off there before…”

He trailed off, a small smirk making its way onto his face. You have him a curious look, but decided not to question it.

Soon enough, Sirius pulled out his keys and a small clang sounded. He let go of your hand and patted the vehicle in front of him.

Your jaw almost dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He met your dubious expression with a smirk of his own. Unlocking the chain, Sirius looked up at you to say three simple words. “You like it?”

Folding your arms, amusement flooded your features. You shook your head slightly, the corners of your lips tilting upward as you saw Harley-Davidson branded on the ride. “Why does this not surprise me?”

“I’m going to pretend that was meant as a compliment,” said Sirius, passing you a spare helmet.

You raised your eyebrow in question, wondering why he kept more than one with him.

“When James–my co-worker with the messy hair and glasses,” he paused at your giggle, smiling. “When James and I have the same shift, I usually give him a ride to our flat. So I make sure to bring an extra helmet with me.”

“That’s the only reason?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “So charming random girls at the cafe and wooing them with your hot ride isn’t a frequent ploy of yours?”

“Nah,” Sirius drawled, unbuckling the strap of the helmet with his fingers. “Not frequent. I do it once a week, at most.”

You rolled your head to the side, jutting your lower lip out slightly. “I’m not sure I want a ride from you anymore.”

He laughed, the soft sound echoing in the empty parking lot. “I’m only kidding, sweetheart. Don’t fret– Unless you consider James competition. But I must say, with his tight grip and delightfully caffeinated scent, he might be tough to beat.”

“Well, damn.”

Shooting him a coy smile, you grabbed the helmet from his hands, plopping it onto your head. Sirius gave you a once-over, eyes stopping at the loose strap under your chin. Leaning forward, his fingers brushed against your jawline, tightening the helmet so it fit snugly atop your head.

“Safety first,” he murmured, face still mere inches away from yours.

With a lazy smirk, Sirius pulled away, tugging the back of your helmet to make sure it wouldn’t come off before patting the top of your helmet. You huffed, slapping his hands off.

“Sorry.” With a hint of laughter in his voice, he didn’t sound very apologetic. “You just look too damn cute for your own good in that.”

“Cute?” Your lips turned down into a pout as you folded your arms, trying to look aggressive through your face shield. You unbuckled the helmet and placed it under your arm.

“Cute,” Sirius affirmed, breaking out into a grin as he pinched your cheeks. “And your little pout just makes you look even cuter.”

You attempted to pushed his hands away, but they somehow managed to stay rested on your face. “Just cute?”

“Amongst other things,” he breathed, brushing a small spot behind your ear with the pad of his thumb. As he pulled away with a cheeky grin, you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Sirius laughed at your reaction.

“That wasn’t funny,” you scowled, nudging him in the arm to let him know you weren’t upset.

“‘Course not.” Pulling a shirt out from his Harley, he turned back to you. “I’m just going to change, teach you the basics of riding as a passenger, then we’ll be off.”

Without giving you the time to turn around, he pulled his polo off, swapping it for a loose-fitting black tee. Your gaze followed the exposed parts of his abdomen as he fumbled with getting his shirt on. You caught a glimpse of black ink on Sirius’ chest, furrowing your eyebrows as you tried to make out what it was before he clothed himself.

Sirius met your stare with one of his own. You quirked a brow at him.

“You smoke, you ride a motorcycle, and you have tattoos?” You gave him an amused smile. “You’re my father’s worst nightmare.”

“Let’s hope you’re not a daddy’s girl, then.” He didn’t give you time to process what he said, instead holding his own helmet under his arm. “Anyway, when you’re on the motorcycle, I need you hold on as tightly to my waist are you’re comfortable with.”

You nodded, noticing his sober expression. Riding a motorcycle wasn’t a joke and he wanted to make sure you knew that. Still, it was something that should feel fun and exhilarating.

“If I’m accelerating or riding too fast, wrap your legs around mine.” You raised an eyebrow and even Sirius couldn’t help but smirk at that. “By doing so, you will get a better grip and, at the same time, tell me that I should probably slow down.”

Sirius went on with a brief summary on what to do and how to communicate with him while riding and, by the end of it, your stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement. You all but clambered onto the bike, putting your helmet on and wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Keep them here,” he stated with a small laugh, bringing your hands hands from the center of his abdomen to his sides.

Feeling rejected you let out a soft, “Oh.” Maybe you were reading this incorrectly and Sirius had no interest in you after all.

Sensing your discomfort, Sirius placed his hand on top of yours, briefly interlacing them to give you a firm squeeze.

“It’s not that I don’t want your arms wrapped around me–because, trust me,” he let out a throaty chuckle, his voice growing quieter, “if I had my way, your arms wouldn’t be the only thing wrapped around me.”

You bristled, your face flaming at his wanton statement. For a moment, you were glad you had a bulky helmet on to cover your tomato-like complexion.

Feeling you stiffen, Sirius threw his head back at your reaction, his chest vibrating with his deep laughter. You edged away from him on the seat and you knew if you could see his face, he’d be smirking.

“But it’s not about me right now.” He turned back to you once he sobered, eyes searching for yours through your face shield. “Right now, what matters is your safety, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmured, giving his side a gentle squeeze.

Securing his own helmet on the top of his head, Sirius revved the engine, checking one last time to see if you were comfortable.

You laughed at his concern. If anything, you thought Sirius would’ve been the type of guy to ride without a helmet, going at dangerous speeds to prove his expertise. But, so far, he had been nothing but cautious. A little too cautious, in your opinion.

“I’m fine, Sirius. Now–what is it you told me?–stop worrying. I’m a big girl; I can handle it.” You heard his airy breath of amusement through the low speeds of the parking lot. “Now, take a little risk.”

You saw him shake his head, voice swimming with mirth from your challenging words. “That’s what I like to hear.”

And with that, he took off.

The city lights passed by in a blur, the breeze biting into your exposed arms and you were grateful for your helmet a second time today. In the middle of the night, the streets were yours; the cars were sparse and space was plenty.

An estranged mixture of fear and excitement coursed through your veins as you tighten your grip around Sirius’ abdomen. It wasn’t until he slowed down and pulled closer to the sidewalk did you notice you were screaming the whole time.

“Are you alright?” he called, amusement lacing his tone.

“Better than alright!” You attempted to lower your voice, not wanting to yell in Sirius’ ear. “I just scream when I’m excited, sorry.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as he accelerated once more. Though he wasn’t going very fast, the force of inertia caused you to wrap your legs around his. You were vaguely aware of the feeling of your thighs pressed against his as you edged your body closer to the center of the seat, leaning your head to the side to avoid knocking Sirius’ helmet.

As soon as you fell into the groove of riding, you placed your feet back on your own pegs, taking one arm off of Sirius and stretching it out above your head. With the breeze billowing through your fingers and tossing your hair back, you’ve never felt more in touch with your surroundings.

“Yeah!” you cried, urging Sirius to drive faster.

You felt the rumble of his laugh through his thin shirt, thinking how unfair it was that warmth exuded from his back despite the cold air around him while you had goosebumps covering every square inch of your arms.

Before you knew it, Sirius had pulled up in front of your flat, the motorcycle silencing itself to nothing more than a soft purr. Killing the engine, he helped you off, keeping his hands on your waist for longer than he needed to.

“So,” you breathed, rolling your bottom lip into your mouth.

Sirius let his hands linger around you before slowly retracting them. “So.”

“Thank you for the ride.”

“It was my pleasure.”

You nodded, avoiding eye contact. Any charm you might have previously possessed went down the drain when Sirius stared at you. All you knew was you missed the warmth of his body on yours.

“Going to have a smoke after this?” you remarked, arms folded in a challenge.

He let out a huff of amusement, running the tip of his tongue along the inside of his cheek. A sideways grin made its way onto his face. “Depends. If I say yes will you stay out here and make sure I don’t?”

You gave Sirius’ arm a playful push, leaving your gentle grip on his tricep. “If that’s what it takes.”

Running your fingers along the light cloth of his sleeve, you smirked at the slight tightening of his muscles. Sirius quirked an eyebrow at you, deliberately skimming his lower lip with his tongue.

Two can play that game, you thought with a small shake of your head.

Stepping closer, you peered at his face through the harsh lights littering the streets, the gleam casting a shadow on his eyelashes. Tilting your head to the side, you brushed the tip of your index finger over the cool skin of his cheekbone.

You moved back, pretending not to feel the intense stare Sirius was burning into you. You shot him and innocent smile, bringing your forefinger and thumb together.

“Eyelash.”

Though you shifted away from him, the proximity between the two of you still left you in a compromising position. Focusing your attention back on Sirius, you noticed the bottomless greys of his eyes had turned a stormy color from your interaction, his jaw clenching.

Blowing the stray eyelash from your thumb, you shut your eyes, making a wish. When you finished, you slowly looked up at him, smiling. But his gaze was already on your lips.

You tried not to smirk.

Testing the limits, you cupped your hand under his chiseled jaw, running your thumb along the light stubble peppering his face.

“Sweetheart,” Sirius rasped, a tone of warning laced through his voice.

You traced a circular pattern on him, your touch so light he barely felt it. Still, he was aware–painfully aware–that it was there. Your hot breath was feathering the base of his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing at your light touches.

“Did you want me to stop–”

A low growl escaped from the back of his throat as Sirius grasped your wrist firmly in his large hand. He rubbed the sensitive part of your forearm with the callous of his thumb.

So, he doesn’t like being teased.

“Sweetheart,” he said again, voice still hoarse, “I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.”

“I think I do.” You fingered the hem of his shirt, daring to inch closer. “But how about you show me, anyway?”

And he did.

Dropping your wrist, Sirius placed one hand on the small of your back, pressing your body against his, and the other cupped against your cheek.

As he toyed with the strands of hair framing your face, twirling it around his forefinger, Sirius kept his gaze intently on yours. He trailed his fingers down the length of your hair, the edges of his knuckles skimming past the crevice of your chest.

A satisfied smirk formed on his face as you shuddered, arching away from him, his other hand still applying a pressure just above the curve of your ass.

“Sirius.” You almost groaned, your voice strangled in need. You wanted more. You wanted his lips on your lips, his hands in your hair– More.

His amused hum rang through your body, heat spreading to the core of your abdomen. Still, he made no move to change his pace.

Lacing his fingers through the back of your hair, Sirius gave it a slight tug, causing you to expose the vulnerable parts of your neck to him. He continued the stroke his thumb in downward motions through the material of your leggings, peppering your jawline with chaste kisses. He started near your chin, making his way up to where the base of your ear met your neck. His stubble tickled your jaw, leaving you to wonder how it would feel elsewhere.

Moving away ever so slightly, Sirius brushed the spot behind your ear with his soft lips, blowing a hot puff of air against your cool skin.

You shivered.

He was getting you back for teasing him. But he was going harder.

You were getting frustrated. Your stomach twisted in anticipation, heat coursing through your veins. In that very moment, there was nothing you wanted more than for Sirius to place his mouth on yours.

“Please,” you moaned.

With his lips still brushing the base of your ear, he whispered, “Please what?”

Grabbing at the collar of his shirt, you pulled his face closer to yours. “Please– Just kiss me, already.”

“Since you asked so nicely…”

A strangled whimper escaped from your mouth. You were are the end of your line, unable to take his continuous teasing any longer. Taking matters into your own hand, you stood on the tips of your toes, craning your neck up to meet his lips.

“Finally,” you murmured against his mouth, causing Sirius to laugh into the kiss.

The deep vibrations from his chuckle rang through your body, a feeling of pleasure erupting in your chest. You eased into his caress as you brought your hand to cup his jaw, stroking his peppered stubble.

His large hand pressed against your lower back, pushing your hips against the rough material of his jeans. For a second, Sirius broke the kiss, nipping the soft flesh of your bottom lip, then soothing the spot with the tip of his tongue.

The next moment, his mouth was back on yours, moving against you in a tantalizing dance. The night filled with the cacophonous sounds of gasps and groans. You were sure Sirius could feel your heart beating erratically through your ribcage, your chest flattened against the defined muscles of his.

The kiss was better than you could have ever imagined.

You pulled away, breathing heavily for some much needed air. Sirius let his forehead rest on top of yours, his lips parted in a pant, his warm breath teasing your hypersensitive skin.

He grinned, breathless and dazed by the kiss still lingering on his mouth. “Now, wasn’t that worth the wait, sweetheart?”

You let out an amused huff, your arms still around his neck. “I think you already know the answer to that.”

Sirius trailed his hands down from your waist, to your hips, and went lower still, stopping to cup the curve of your ass.

“Still going to have a smoke after this?” you breathed, eyebrows raised in a challenge.

He wore a hooded expression, smoothing the furrow between your brows with a light kiss. You looked back up at him to find a look on his face that made your stomach churn.

“Nah.” Sirius removed your hands from around him, toying with the tips of your fingers. “I’m good.”

Interlacing his hand through yours, he gave you a small, but firm, kiss on the lips.

“I think I found something much better than nicotine.”

Aw, I can’t stop grinning. I hope you guys enjoyed! xx Fia.

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Fic: Friday Night Revelations - Ch. 5

Final Fantasy XV fic. band!AU, pre-relationship Prompto/Noctis

Chapter Summary: Prompto is having a more difficult time with everything than he’s admitted to Noctis.

Chapter Notes: Prompto POV, pining!Prompto, light angst, fluff

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Prompto had always been told he was good with his hands. Never in the sexy way (which was a perpetual source of disappointment for him) but quite a few people had admired his dexterity and steadiness from a young age.

He was a deft hand at drawing. He’d never seriously pursued traditional visual arts, but he could sketch well enough when needed and was quite good at drafting. He did enjoy photography as a hobby, though, and his steadiness was beneficial when he needed patience to capture the perfect shot (and not drop the camera when jostled—he learned that expensive lesson very early on).

Prompto had latched onto music with an enthusiasm that startled both him and his parents. They’d put him in lessons to learn the drums since it seemed an easy way to help him burn off all that excessive energy he seemed to produce when he was younger. They soon regretted it when he would play for hours at a time, never tiring of the repetitive practice since every time he hit a skin or cymbol it produced a sound just slightly different each time. He loved that every time he played it was different, whether the beat or rhythm of the song had changed or his mood or actual physical exhaustion was influencing how he played. It was a chaos of his creation that he was allowed to be proud of.

His parents gave him a guitar when they could no longer bear the noise or complaints from their neighbours. He’d loved that just as much as his drum kit and, thankfully for his parents, the neighbours seemed to enjoy it more too.

It wasn’t long after mastering basic chords and developing a repertoire of popular songs that Prompto started teaching himself to sing. He watched endless videos of guitarists online, mimicking how they strummed and positioned their wrists and held themselves so they could both play and project their voice. But, unlike with his other instruments, Prompto was more reluctant to sing when he knew he had an audience—especially during puberty. It wasn’t his voice that people had originally praised him for and Prompto didn’t want to seem egotistical in asking for opinions about it.

(Self-esteem was funny that way. He was allowed to take pride in his talents and skills if other people brought it up first but he hated drawing attention to his body, regardless of who initiated the discussion. If people thought it was okay to criticise his voice, maybe they would think it was okay to criticise other things about him. And Prompto had worked so hard to have the sort of body and face and appearance that passed without scrutiny. Maybe it was better all round if he just didn’t advertise his singing.)

As much as Prompto enjoyed music—and he grew even more attached after meeting Noctis and hearing him play for the first time—he knew that his parents didn’t take it as seriously as he did. Of course they admired his talent and dedication to the art and would praise him in front of their friends, but they never thought of it as a long-term goal for his life. A nice hobby maybe, but nothing he could (or should) make a career out of.

See, when his parents or their friends used to comment about how good he was with his hands, they always used to segue into comments about engineering or science. “I hear they’re doing interesting things with mythril plating over in Longwythe.” “Aeronautics is the way of the future, especially if we want to keep up with Niflheim.” “He’s got the same look as my husband. He’s just accepted the job as head of surgery at Insomnia Central, you know.”

So, when applications for university came around during their third year in high school, Prompto reluctantly put in his choices for courses and decided not to think too much about the future. His parents weren’t wrong about music; it wasn’t like Prompto intended to make a career of it.

Staring at the dismal end-of-semester report in his inbox, Prompto had to reconsider that thought. Because, with these grades, there was no way he was going to be able to pursue a serious career in mechanical engineering. And there wasn’t much else he was good at.

Well, there was his photography, but Noctis hated paparazzi and, in terms of full-time freelance work in Insomnia, that was about all he was going to be able to get with his limited professional portfolio. Not that Prompto was much more of a fan of paps himself, but Noctis had legitimate reason to dislike the entire industry. Prompto was surprised that Noctis posed as willingly and—dare he say—eagerly for Prompto’s impromptu shoots and selfies.

Prompto sighed and threw himself back dramatically on his bed, his laptop teetering precariously near the edge of his mattress before settling against the rumpled sheets shoved at the bottom of the bed. He stared up at the blank ceiling, trying to pay more attention to the hairline cracks in the plaster than the tightness in his chest causing his breathing to quicken.

Sure, he’d passed (barely), but there was no way he could show his parents these results. It was heavily implied that if he couldn’t manage at least a credit average they would refuse to pay his board at the dorm. Sure he had a pretty good part time job with regular hours but, with transport and food costs—not to mention the very expensive textbooks, as well as gear for his music and photography and leisure stuff like games and concert tickets and alcohol (yeah, okay, he could probably cut back a little on some things)—there was no way he could afford even a double room with a shared floor bathroom on campus. And he’d been at university long enough to have heard way too many horror stories about off-campus sharehouseing. (Or just gross stories. Or weird in a way that some people might find sexy but just made Prompto want to gag.)

He’d give it a week before he told them, maybe he could scout out some opportunities in the meantime. His parents might be more amicable and willing to let his disastrous grades slide after they got back from their holiday in Altissia.

(They wouldn’t be.)

Regardless, Prompto couldn’t deal with thinking about it right now—he was barely staving off a panic attack having just glanced at the email.

Honestly, all he really wanted to do right now was get drunk and cry, but he was supposed to meet Noctis for a jam session soon, so that was out. And he’d been aching for weeks to play something with Noctis; it felt like he hadn’t seen his best friend in years.

They’d been too swamped with studying and exams to get any practice in. After the exam period was over, they’d only managed one night of drunken relief before Prompto had to spend nearly every spare hour for two weeks working at the department store at the huge complex a suburb away. His hours increased during the semester break since it coincided with their stocktake. On top of that, a few people had left in recent months and they were short-staffed—hence even longer hours than usual. He’d probably worked in every department in the store at least once by that point. (Toys was his favourite, even if little kids were slobs with no sense of restraint or care for other people around them—some of them were cute and actually put things back in the aisle where they belonged after their temper tantrum failed to influence their parents.)

He felt like that old saying: all work and no play made Prompto want to scream and drink himself into a stupor.

Prompto’s pity-party was interrupted by his phone vibrating in his back pocket.

He groaned and stood up, pulling it out to check his messages.

Pizza or curry? Noctis inquired about their dinner for that night.

Prompto was supposed to be on his way over by now. His overnight bag sat in the middle of the tiny patch of free floor space in his small room, only half-packed for the weekend.

Prompto attempted to gather his thoughts to reply. Noctis was faster.

Or we could check out the new burger place that opened down the street. Maybe ice cream afterwards?

Prompto sighed. He was looking forward to seeing Noctis but mostly because he needed something familiar and comforting. The very thought of food was making him nauseous, which was never a good sign. And he wasn’t certain he could focus enough to play anything good tonight either.

Astrals, this weekend was going to be awful. And would be Prompto’s fault.

Noctis, not telepathic and thus blissfully unaware of Prompto’s spiralling mood, kept texting.

Who am I kidding. If we’re walking we’re getting ramen and beer.

Noctis knew he had the weekend free from work, so that excuse was out, but maybe he could plead sickness. Although, Noctis would probably call or even come over to check on him if he was sick. He’d probably even convince Ignis to skive off work and cook something like soup then drop by with a thermos and Prompto would feel even more guilty for lying and ruining his weekend.

But sitting in Noctis’ apartment and sulking sounded like a terrible idea too, especially since Noctis seemed so pumped to see him.

Prompto didn’t know what to do.

At the very least, he had to reply to Noctis’ texts.

i’m good with anything

As soon as Prompto sent it, he hung his head and groaned.

Sure enough, only a few seconds later, Noctis was calling. Prompto debated not answering but he could just imagine Noctis’ petulant frown as he stared at his phone and gave in.

“Hey buddy.”

“You okay Prom?”

“Course I am.”

“You just never miss an opportunity for curry.”

Prompto sighed. “Just tired I guess. I’m not really that hungry.”

Noctis was quiet on the other end. Prompto closed his eyes and mentally cursed.

“Look,” he tried to stave off the immediate concern, “I’m fine.”

“Do you want me to come over? I can pick you up.”

“No. It’s a five minute train trip and it’s still light out.” Barely. The sun had started to set while Prompto was moping. His room was covered in shadow. “Besides, I’m almost finished packing. Why don’t you order something now and it’ll be there as soon as I get there.”

Prompto winced as he heard Noctis sigh. “If you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“I’ll get your usual then.”

“You’re the best, Noct.”

“I’ll see you soon?”

Prompto hated that Noctis had to phrase that as a question. “Won’t be more than half-an-hour. Promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Prompto let out a huge breath as they ended the conversation.

So, that was decided then. No point backing out now.

Prompto tried his best to shake off his mood, turning on the overhead light so he wouldn’t trip as he finished packing his bag. He focused all of his attention on the task at hand so his mind wouldn’t wander again. His room was a mess by the time he finished packing but at least he wasn’t dwelling any more.

Duffel bag and guitar case slung over each shoulder, he locked the dorm room behind him and set off to meet Noctis.

Despite all the anxiety previously souring his appetite, as soon as Prompto reached the door to Noctis’ apartment and smelled the recently delivered green curry from his favourite shop he felt his stomach rumble in anticipation.

Noctis opened the door at the first knock.

Prompto wanted to wave off Noctis’ concern but, as soon as he saw Noctis’ wide eyes and relieved smile, his own fake smile fell away and he rushed forward to grab Noctis in a desperate embrace.

Noctis’ arms automatically came up around Prompto’s back to pull him closer as Prompto rested his forehead in the curve of Noctis’ neck.

“That bad huh?” Noctis’ breath stirred the hair at Prompto’s nape.

Prompto just hummed in reply, already feeling more relaxed and grounded in Noctis’ embrace.

“Wanna grab some food and talk about it?”

“Not yet.” Prompto’s voice came out muffled. He wanted to savour Noctis’ warm touch—the familiar and enticing scent of him (even if it was just a little sour and unwashed—Prompto probably wasn’t much better after a ten-minute walk from the station).

Noctis shifted his feet, dislodging a scowling Prompto from his position. “Your guitar is poking me in the forehead.”

“Oops.” Prompto pulled back with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

Noctis shook his head, his own smile soft and inviting as he gestured for Prompto to properly enter the apartment. “Come on. Food’s still hot. And I got extra rolls and deep fried ice cream for later.”

Prompto dropped his bag on the floor of the living room as he followed Noctis inside. “You are a beautiful man and a wonderful friend, Noct.” He was a little more careful about setting his guitar up against the wall near the window.

Noctis had spread the food out on the coffee table in front of the television, and the space inbetween the couch and the coffee table was piled with cushions and blankets.

They’d made plans to jam tonight, not crash out in front of a movie.

Seeing Prompto’s confusion, Noctis shrugged and plopped down on the floor, starting to open the containers of food. “I figured we needed a night to relax. I mean, I’m eager to get back into writing and jamming too, but I’ve missed just hanging out.”

The fact that he’d sensed Prompto’s fragile mood and changed their plans accordingly to make him feel better went unsaid.

Prompto settled himself in the cushion nest and helped Noctis serve their food. His turbulent thoughts had vanished the instant Noctis sat down and smiled at him. He forgot about his parents and his grades, forgot the exhaustion of last week’s overtime.

Instead, Prompto smiled and laughed with Noctis as they ate.

A C-grade action movie played in the background; they sometimes turned to the television to make fun of a scene or quote melodramatically along with the actors. Stray grains of rice dotted the table and Prompto spilled some curry down his shirt (like he always did) as he tried to talk and eat at the same time. Noctis got up and brought them beers as they struggled to finish the last few bites of food. They turned off the lights and curled up in the fluffy blankets and hummed along to the theme song of the sci-fi show they switched over to once the movie finished.

Two episodes and four beers into their marathon, Prompto told Noctis about the email and his parents and the ultimatum about his grades. They didn’t look at each other in the dim light of the television screen, but Prompto could feel the full weight of Noctis’ attention and concern anyway.

Prompto finished dumping his worries out to Noctis and the starship captain on screen started on his inspiring speech to the crew for the episode.

The episode was almost over by the time Noctis said anything.

“Move in here.”

Prompto’s breath caught as he registered what Noctis was asking. He glanced down at his half-empty bottle to make sure he hadn’t drank more than he thought and started hallucinating.

He looked over at his best friend. Noctis had turned his body towards Prompto, leaning forward and staring at Prompto with a wide hopeful gaze that let Prompto know he was completely serious.

“I …” Prompto struggled to find a coherent argument. “How would that even work?”

Noctis practically jumped at the chance to explain.

“It’d be easy—you already spend so much time here anyway. You can take the spare room——”

“You mean your dad’s room!” No way could Prompto kick Regis Lucis Caelum out of his own apartment.

Noctis shook his head, the motion so emphatic he nearly fell over.

Four beers was too drunk to drive; they were probably too drunk to have serious life-altering conversations like this too, but Noctis didn’t seem to care.

“I’ve already talked to him. He spends all his time at the penthouse anyway. I don’t even remember the last time he slept here.” Noctis’ excitement dimmed for a brief moment as he spoke about his father but, glancing at Prompto, he returned to his argument. “You can change the bed or the rest of the furniture if it feels weird.”

Prompto was still stuck on the fact that Noctis had already discussed this idea with his father.

As Noctis continued with his pitch—talking about shelf space for Prompto’s movies and making space in one of the corners of the music room to fit Prompto’s drum kit and kitchen utensils (Noctis had seen Prompto’s dorm room right? Did it look like he had a reason to own kitchen utensils?)—Prompto realised that this wasn’t a drunken spur of the moment thought for Noctis: he’d been planning this.

Sure, maybe Noctis might have brought it up and tried to explain himself a little better if he were sober, but he’d clearly been thinking about asking Prompto to move in for a while. He looked so excited by the prospect of them sharing an apartment. He pointed out the fact that Prompto’s new room had a balcony with an expansive, almost flailing, wave of his arm towards Regis’ room. He poked at Prompto’s side as he teased him about the fancy moisturiser and moulding clay on the bathroom counter. He smiled fondly as he talked about lazy Sunday mornings making pancakes—because pancakes were always better when you had someone to share them with.

Noctis wanted this.

So did Prompto.

“Okay.”

This was probably a terrible idea. Prompto was drunk and in love—a terrible combination when making major life decisions.

And yet, seeing the way Noctis’ face lit up with happiness at his answer was far more important than thinking about potential future repercussions.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Prompto grinned, probably a little too manic as he got caught up in the excitement of Noctis’ plan. “Let’s do it.”

Prompto’s breath escaped him in a pained huff as Noctis tackled him to the floor in his excitement. He laughed and ruffled Noctis’ hair, feeling the rumble of Noctis’ own laughter against his chest.

“This is going to be awesome,” Noctis said, tilting his head back to look at Prompto. His grin was so wide and bright, Prompto didn’t even care about the fact that Noctis had tackled him onto a cold patch of floor that wasn’t covered in blankets. “Thank you Prom.”

“Seriously? You just solved like every major problem in my life. Thank you, Noct.”

“I just want you to be happy.” Noctis looked away, embarrassed by his admission.

Every time Prompto thought he couldn't possibly love Noctis any more, he did or said something like this to make Prompto fall head over heels all over again.

Prompto had enough self-control not to admit this aloud but he did drape his arms over Noctis’ back and pull him closer to say, “Right back at ya, buddy.” They both ignored the way his voice broke on the words, just as they ignored the blush that still covered Noctis’ cheeks.

Eventually they would crawl back into their blanket nest and finish their marathon but, for now, Prompto closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of holding Noctis in his arms.

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imaginesebastian · 7 years ago

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I Want to Love You

Anonymous asked: can you do an first meet encounter? it can end however you’d like!

A/N: I kinda combined this with the one where someone requested more smut?? Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral (male receiving)

The cool summer nights were one of your favorite things about life at the moment. You made it a habit to come to this park and sit on the swing, sketching a picture out in the dim lighting of the moon.

It calmed you, being able to watch people as dusk fell over the park and they began packing their things to go home. Soon enough, you were alone in the park and added shading to a drawing of the worn down park bench across from you that you had started a couple days ago.

The chains that held the swing up creaked while your legs pushed your body back and forth, swaying softly with the wind.

You heard rushed footsteps, causing you to slam your sketchbook closed and turn your attention to the sidewalk in front of you.

Your heart was in your throat, suddenly aware of the creepy situation ahead of you.

The footsteps walked in front of you, tripping over the raised concrete on the sidewalk. You held back a giggle, immediately stepping off the swing set and rushing to the person.

“Are you okay?” You said, putting your hand on the stranger’s arm while they groaned in pain.

They rolled over, revealing a pair of bright blue eyes surrounded by a scruffy beard and an embarrassed smile. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

You noticed a scrape on his cheek, “Oh no, you’re bleeding.”

He moved his hand up to his face, touching the little bit of blood and inspecting his reddened finger, “Ah, it’s nothing. I’ll be okay. Thank you.”

You helped him up from the ground and instinctively dusted off his shirt, taking note of the extremely advanced prosthetic arm he had. He chuckled as he noticed your stare, moving your hand to his arm, “I got this shiny bad boy years ago after a train accident.”

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-”

“No, it’s okay. A lot of people assume things and I find it better to be upfront about it.” He smiled warmly, watching you softly run your fingers over the hard metal. It was fascinating to you, you had never seen anything so advanced before.

You pulled away before it got weird, clearing your throat awkwardly and meeting his baby blues again. “I- I’m (Y/N).”

“Bucky.” He responded, his teeth shining in a large grin.

“Can I ask what you were doing running through the park at ten at night?” You questioned suddenly, gripping your sketch book tightly in your hand.

“It’s easier to run at night, that way I can go home and shower and go straight to bed,” he explained, “I didn’t plan on the whole falling over and scratching myself up part. Or the meeting a cute girl part.”

You blushed, giggling, “This park comes with a lot of surprises.”

After a moment, you noticed the scrape was bleeding a bit more, “You should really get that cleaned up.”

“I’m good.” He said, a tight smile on his face.

“No, no,” you didn’t think about the words as you said them, “I know a cafe that’s open 24/7. We’ll get you cleaned up there.” You grabbed his hand and led him out of the park, completely unsure of your sudden actions but deciding not to overthink anything.

Bucky didn’t talk on the way there, as it was a short walk and soon enough the bell at the top of the door rang and you were greeted by the kind old couple who ran the cafe.

“(Y/N)! Darling back so soon from your adventure?” The older woman exclaimed,

You laughed, “Not an adventure, just an art session. Bucky here needs a first aid kit, you got one?”

After your nights at the park you usually came to this little cafe for a small dinner and to finish off whatever you had drawn. They were very welcoming and offered a free slice of pie if you drew one of their grandkids for them. From then on, you grew close to them and enjoyed their company.

“First aid kit is in the men’s bathroom in the back.”

“Thank you!” You called out, pulling Bucky with you and opening the door to the men’s bathroom.

The first aid kit sat under the sink and you pulled it out while Bucky rose an eyebrow. “We’re moving a lot quicker than I expected. I mean, we’re locked in a small room together. . .”

A laugh left your throat, “Shut up, there’s blood in your beard.”

Bucky looked at his reflection, shrugging and sitting on the edge of the sink while you fiddled with the alcohol pads. You unfolded the alcohol pad and held Bucky’s head in your hand while you dabbed the pad against the cut.

He sucked a breath of air between his teeth, closing his eyes but allowing you to continue cleaning his wound.

You bit your lip, trying to concentrate but your eyes continued to be drawn to his lips.

You’d never been one to meet and hook up on the same night, but Bucky seemed to be a major exception. You knew so little about him but he seemed so interesting that you were drawn to him immediately.

You pulled the alcohol pad away, throwing it in the trash and reaching for a band-aid.

“You’re joking.” Bucky said as you unwrapped the band-aid.

“Can’t have you bleeding all over your face, can we?” You grinned, putting it on his cut.

He smiled, looking ridiculous with the beige fabric on his cheek. You giggled softly, covering your mouth while his jaw dropped. “Alright, unnecessary laughter. What are you laughing at?”

Although he questioned you, he couldn’t help but chuckle along with you. “I’m sorry,” your voice echoed off the bathroom walls, “you do look hilarious.”

“Am I still cute?”

His question threw you slightly off guard, as you didn’t know you were being that obvious about your interest in him. Your cheeks heated up as you tried to come up with an answer, “Of course.”

Bucky smiled, taking your hand in his, “Now it’s my time to drag you somewhere.”

“That sounds creepy.”

“Just go with it.” He said, rolling his eyes and leading you out of the bathroom. You laughed, following him out of the cafe.

His phone rang, causing both of you to stop pausing while he answered it, “Hello?”

Your ears perked in an attempt to listen to the other side of the conversation, only to have it muffled. “Right now? Can I bring a friend?”

Bucky hung up the phone and shrugged his shoulders, “Change of plans, would you like to come to my place?”

You raised an eyebrow, contemplating it. You didn’t want to leave Bucky, so you wanted to say yes. Don’t overthink, (Y/N), have fun.

“And what will we be doing?”

“Think of it as a late dinner. I have a lot of roommates so don’t be scared,” he began leading you again, “and I was just gonna take you out to eat but when Bruce is cooking, you know it’s going to be good.”

“Bruce?” you asked.

“One of my many roommates.” He explained, keeping held tight of your hand while you walked deeper into the city.

Eventually, you made it to a very large building. You couldn’t tell which one it was from the bottom, but it seemed a lot bigger than the surrounding buildings and you were immediately curious with what exactly Bucky was doing here.

He led you to an elevator and pulled out a key card, scanning it over the touch pad and hearing an automated voice, “James. Barnes.”

“What the fuck?” You said, looking around the fancy elevator and listening to Bucky’s angelic laugh.

“High security detail.”

You saw a small logo in the corner of the touch pad, familiarity rushing through your mind while you scanned through your sketchpad looking for the drawing you did of that exactly same logo.

“Holy fuck we’re in the Avengers tower.” You muttered, your eyes widening as Bucky threw his head back and laughed, “Man, took ya long enough.”

You smacked his chest, folding your arms across your chest with humor lacing your actions.

The elevator halted and the doors opened, leading you to a large room and Tony Stark standing in the center with a tablet in his hand. He heard your footsteps and looked up, “Bucky, come on man what the fuck do you have on your face?”

Bucky looked down, “Band-aid.” He whispered, defeated.

Tony turned his attention back to the tablet and you marveled in the glorious penthouse you were now in.

You continued to follow Bucky into a dining room where The Avengers all sat, talking animatedly throughout the table. Steve was the first one to notice you two, standing up immediately to greet you like the gentleman you read about.

“Hi, you must be Buck’s friend, uhm-”

“(Y/N).” You said, knowing Bucky didn’t mention your name on the phone call earlier.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Steve and we’re happy to have you here!” He said enthusiastically, making you smile.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “We just met tonight.”

“Oh?” Steve said, surprise evident in his voice.

“Yeah, he fell for me. Literally.” You muttered, causing Bucky to laugh loudly.

Steve raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips while he showed you and Bucky your seats.

It seemed very unreal, the fact that you were sat across from Natasha and Steve was to the other side of you. When you sat on that park swing earlier tonight, you had no clue you would be in this situation.

“Alright, it’s rare that we’re all in the same city for this long so I decided to celebrate with a good meal.” Bruce opened the doors of the kitchen and carried out a large bowl of pasta, causing your mouth to water.

Everyone immediately began digging in, most of them paying no mind to the fact that there was a complete stranger sat beside Bucky. Steve leaned towards you, “I haven’t seen Bucky this smiley in a while.”

You smiled, “I’m glad I could do that for him.”

Steve mouthed ‘thank you’, turning back to his food and listening intently to one of Thor’s stories.

You spoke with anyone who spoke to you, still amazed at the fact you were having dinner with The Avengers all because Bucky Barnes tripped in front of you.

Bucky squeezed your knee reassuringly when he noticed your words get shaky, allowing more confidence to be brought back to your sentences.

Everyone had finally finished their food, questions about your sketchbook and how you and Bucky met being thrown around the room. You answered everything with ease, and watched as everyone cleared their plates and left you and Bucky in the room alone.

“Was that fun?” He asked, tilting his head.

“That was literally the greatest meal I have ever had in my life.” You responded, watching Bucky’s eyes light up.

“So, I should head out. It’s after midnight.” You said, not knowing where to go from there. You definitely didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay and feel Bucky’s hands on your waist while he held you close.

However, he didn’t seem to be making any moves.

“What if I don’t want you to leave?” Bucky said, watching your raised eyebrow and shaking his head, “no, no. I mean- do you actually want to leave?”

“Not really.” You whispered, to which Bucky grinned.

He became serious, “Can I kiss you?” The question was so innocent and spoke so much about how much of a gentleman he was. Ever since the bathroom, you’ve been wanting him to kiss you and thought you were being very obvious about it. The fact that he still asked made your heart melt.

Without another word, you pressed your lips to his. He responded immediately his hands resting on your hips while you carried yourself to straddle his thighs.

His flesh hand grazed your skin beneath your shirt, causing your breath to be caught in your throat. Your hands laced through his hair, locking on the back of his head.

He lifted you from the spot on the chair, carrying you through the room. Never once did his lips leave yours.

Bucky struggled to navigate the stairs so you hopped off, giggling and following him to his room.

As soon as the door shut, he brought you in for a kiss again that left you breathless.

All of your thought processes were thrown out the window, lifting Bucky’s shirt off of his torso and following him to the bed.

“Fuck, doll. You’re killin’ me here.” He whispered, staring at your body above him. You smirked, “Stay alive long enough to get to the good part.”

A switched flipped in Bucky, his hands roaming your body and practically ripping your shirt off of your body.

His teeth nibbled on your neck, a victorious smile on his face when he got a moan to leave your lips.

You could tell that your night was about to get a whole lot more steamy.

He began to harden against your thigh, your attention immediately drawn to that area. Your hand slid down his body, stopping at the ‘v’ in between his hips.

Bucky’s breath picked up the lower you got, finally allowing your hand to rub over his clothed member, now as hard as a rock.

He unhooked your bra and sucked on your chest, your hand now unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off of his hips. “Are you sure your okay with this?” Bucky asked, concern wiping over his features.

“Bucky,” you began to sink down his body, trailing kisses along the way, “I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t okay.”

Once you made it down to his navel, you sucked softly on the head of his erection, watching with pride while Bucky threw his head back in a moan. You continued to take him deeper into your mouth, sure to pleasure him in anyway you could.

It was extremely satisfying to have him writhing beneath your touch.

“If you want to go any farther than this, I suggest you stop.” He said, his voice husky and laced with pleasure.

With one last lick, you pulled off. He regained his composure and flipped the two of you over. Bucky reached into the drawer next to the bed and handed you the condom package, “Put it on me.”

You licked your lips, opening the package and feeling Bucky tense beneath you while you slipped the latex over his member.

His hands pulled off your shorts, and you were completely naked beneath him. “Oh god.” He said, rubbing your clit softly while his lips met yours again.

You grinded against his fingers, moaning into his mouth. “Jesus christ, just fuck me Bucky.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

He slid into your sex, a simultaneous moan leaving both of your mouths while he steadily rocked his hips back and forth. You couldn’t take his slow pace, so you flipped the two of you again, watching Bucky’s shocked expression.

His chest heaved and you began to bounce up and down quickly, feeling his nails press into your hips.

Your hands rested on his chest, your lips coming to his again.

The feeling of his hot skin against yours was enough to have your head spinning. Everything about him was so hot that you couldn’t quite grasp every detail as you wanted to. He drove you crazy.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum babygirl.” He whispered, his mouth straining to get the words out.

“Do it.” You whispered, as you could feel your orgasm approaching faster than you anticipated.

He gripped your hips in his hands, thrusting upward and fast as he could. You tensed around him, your mouth forming an ‘o’ as you felt pleasure course through your body.

Bucky was quick to follow, his eyes close and his bottom lip between his teeth while he came.

You collapsed onto his chest, feeling it heave beneath you while you pressed a kiss to his collarbone.

“That work out was so much better than a run.” He said, sucking in as much air as he could.

“I’m glad I could help.”

#i've said this once and I'll say it again #I can't write smut for shit lmao #hopefully you enjoyed it though!#sorry it took so long #bucky x reader smut #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bb #buckybarnes #sebastian stan #meme lord

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kristallioness · 7 years ago

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Bring your daughter to work day

Summary: Katara brings Kya along to the hospital so she can spend some time with her daughter and get some paperwork done.

Word count: 9,406

Author's note: I got the idea for this story after I'd written my review of "Turf Wars: Part One". It's also inspired by my own experience - how I used to visit my dad at his workplace just to play on his computer and what we did together to make the rest of the day more fun when I was a little girl. And no, my dad doesn't work at a hospital, he works at one of the best machine factories in Estonia. I don't know about anyone else, but visiting a machine/metal engineering enterprise for years, knowing every corner, every room, the surrounding territory, the tools and nick-nacks on each worker's desk - it becomes so familiar that I really feel at home over there. This is what I was trying to portray by having Kya visit her mother's workplace - the two of them goofing around to take a break from paperwork, playing with the available items (in this case, Katara's medical instruments), spending time together. @jinoras-light - I know you wanted some headcanons about Kya, so I think you're gonna love these involving her and her mommy. The plot starts from the evening - Kya and Katara have returned from the cafeteria after eating supper and the little waterbender begins playing with a plush Appa. Then it describes everything that happened up until that point and the events move forward from there. Just wanted to make this clear since it might get confusing if you don't notice where it cuts back to the past (it's the paragraph that begins with "When they arrived in the morning..."). Oh, you know how there's this saying called 'get your hands dirty'? I came up with a saying for healers - 'get your hands wet'! Also, there's a reference to one of my older fanfics called "Recovery". And the nutrition bar that Katara gave to Kya is Hematogen, which I personally like very much and have eaten many times throughout the years. I think it's more common around Russia and Eastern Europe (the former Soviet Union countries, including Estonia).

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"Mommy, can I play with that Appa?"

"Sure. Why don't you practise wrapping up his injured paw?" Katara reached for the plush toy on the hidden shelf underneath her desk and held it in front of Kya.

"Oh no! Which one is it?" the little waterbender gasped, grabbing the sky bison's face.

"Hmm.. I think Appa says it's this one," Katara pointed to its front right paw.

"Don't worry, Appa! I'll help you feel better!" Kya took the toy in her hands and scampered to the examination table. She attempted to safely push Appa up there while Katara fetched an elastic bandage from one of the cupboards. The elder waterbender lifted the younger one up on the bed next to the toy and handed her the necessary item.

It'd been a relaxing Saturday evening at the Republic City hospital. Katara needed to do some paperwork, hence she'd decided to go to her workplace during her day off at the weekend to catch up.

Kya wanted to accompany her since she wanted to spend time with her mother. Besides, she was used to visiting her mother's office - the familiar smell of herbs in the cabinets, the breathtaking view to the city and Air Temple Island from the vast window on the top floor, the similarity to the healing hut in their temple.

The place almost felt like an extension of their home, exactly like Aang's office at City Hall - another safe place Kya could always go to if she ever needed to be with her parents and they weren't on the island. Right now, Aang was at home taking care of a 2-year-old Tenzin with Bumi being there to lend a helping hand as well. Their older son had never been as fond of going to the hospital as their daughter. He figured he'd have a lot more fun, and get into mischief, by hanging out with dad.

Katara wouldn't even be surprised if her boys eventually burnt the house down. Leaving the three of them alone for almost an entire day ended with some sort of a mishap quite often. Bumi playing pranks on the acolytes, a training session gone wrong, something getting broken...

Katara released an exasperated sigh to take her mind off of that, hoping that everything will be alright when they return home tonight. She continued looking over the last few applications sent in by new members of staff, who'd recently been given a job at her hospital. Sure there were recruiters who handled the entire process, but nothing went by without getting the final approval from the head of the hospital, the best healer in the world herself.

Picking up the last application, she glanced at Kya, who was quietly playing with the sky bison toy. Katara would usually give it to her youngest patients to play with during their checkups so they wouldn't feel so scared. Her own little healer was nearly done wrapping the bandage around the pretend broken paw. Kya marvelled at the job well done, making sure it was tied together strong enough and fastened by two clips. She jumped off the examination table and ran to her mother to show her.

"Mommy, look! I did it! I wrapped up Appa's broken paw!" she grinned proudly, supporting the plush toy on the armrest. Katara lifted the toy in her lap to get a better look.

"You certainly did. It's all wrapped up nicely. Good job, sweetie!" Katara praised Kya by stroking her head.

"You know, thanks to your healing hands, Appa says he's feeling much better now. Would you be a dear and carefully unwrap the bandage so I can have it back?"

"No problem!" the little waterbender declared, grabbing the sky bison in her hands and scampering to the other side of the desk. She plopped down on the blue armchair opposite to her mother's and began untying the elastic bandage.

Katara thought that Kya had been very brave to last through the day in that boring office. Thanks to her imagination, she could learn new things or practise her healer skills with minimal supplies. And with the help of Katara's will to play along, the two of them had come up with some clever solutions to make the day more fun.

When they arrived in the morning, Katara had three huge piles of documents on the corner of her desk waiting to be filled out. She started with her patients' records first, filling in the descriptions of the treatments and medicine she'd given them, but hadn't managed to write down in great detail earlier due to such short breaks between the appointments.

Katara had already explained to Kya that she needed to focus on that task in silence back home. She brought along a pencil case with a bunch of pencils and found some white sheets of paper from her drawer for the little waterbender to draw on in the meantime. Kya seemed to enjoy that hobby very much and she didn't bother Katara too much. When her mother attempted to take a peek at what she was sketching, she quickly covered the piece she was working on with a clean sheet, telling her mother that it wasn't finished yet. Katara giggled and then dove back into her own paperwork, even though she couldn't wait to see what the pictures will look like.

Kya had finished three pretty masterpieces and Katara was more than halfway done with the pile of patient records by lunchtime. She escorted her daughter to the cafeteria, which was located more than a dozen floors below inside the hospital and where they had a light lunch. Kya didn't think much of the hospital food. Their home cooking was far more tasty. Katara wholeheartedly agreed, however, she'd gotten used to the bland taste of the dishes they had to offer.

There were a couple of employees who walked by to say hello to their boss and to meet her precious daughter. According to Katara, most of them were specialists, family physicians and those last two were nurses. Kya only recognized one of them, a cheerful old childhood friend of her mother's who she'd seen several times before - Niyok from the Southern Water Tribe. She'd really grown on Kya ever since they first met. Niyok liked playing with her, too, and she would sometimes visit them on Air Temple Island along with her sister Nutha.

Half an hour past noon, the two waterbenders returned to the office so that Katara could continue filling in the last quarter of patient records. During the first hour and a half, Kya managed to finish her fourth drawing of the day, putting it amongst the other three. By then, her mother felt like her arms could fall off any second.

"Sweetie, can you help me with something?"

"Of course, mommy. What is it?" Kya had put the drawing away, jumped off the armchair and walked over to her mother's side. She watched how she pulled off her right armband.

"I wanna teach you something about your healing abilities. Get your hands wet," Katara ordered, waiting for Kya to summon some water from one of the two large pots behind them at the back of the room. She waterbended the water around her small hands like gloves, ready for further instructions.

"Now, I want you to move the water up and down my forearm, like this," Katara grabbed Kya's right hand and moved it along her right forearm, exactly in the motion she described. She released her hold once the little waterbender began using both hands and got the hang of it. The water glowed a familiar bright blue colour, showing that she was actually healing.

"And what am I healing by doing this, mommy?" Kya wondered out loud.

"I've been writing for hours, so my arms are really tired. You're helping by untangling the knots in the muscles. It's even more effective when you gently press the path down with your fingertips, like this," she explained, taking a hold of her daughter's hand again to press her fingers down repeatedly. Kya attempted to copy the pattern. Katara felt a shiver run down her spine as her stiff forearm loosened up after being in a strained position for so long. She let her little healer continue for another few minutes until it felt tingly, like she'd just received a massage.

"Aaahh.. that's much better. Thank you, Kya," Katara softly rubbed her forearm, putting the armband back on.

"Don't you mean 'healer Kya'?" she asked playfully, waterbending the remainder of the water back into the pot and then climbing into her mother's lap.

"Thank you, my little healer Kya!" Katara corrected, then tickled her sides and peppered her cheeks with kisses, making Kya burst out in a giggle fit as she squirmed in her embrace.

After that refreshing experience, the master waterbender went on with filling in eleven more patient records. The younger one started work on her fifth drawing of the day.

Katara was so delighted to finish the biggest pile of documents an hour later that she decided to reward herself and Kya for being so obedient with a game of tag. Seeing that the waiting room was empty and there weren't any patients on that floor, they could run around the couches with ease and screech as loud as they wanted to.

"Okay, mommy, here are the rules: when I get behind the first couch, you can start chasing me. If I get back here in three laps, I win!" Kya pointed her finger around in a circle, acting like an important referee.

"Ready.. go!" she began running towards the seat and as soon as she was behind the corner, Katara sprinted right after her. Being a lot bigger than her daughter, she had to be careful not to hit herself against the coffee table in the middle nor against the edges of the couches. Luckily, Katara learned how to get through those thin spaces between them pretty fast and soon enough, she could catch Kya. She let her win the first time, though.

Their laughing and screams of joy echoed in the long corridor, reaching both the western and eastern wings. They must've run that same circle over a dozen times. In the end, Katara won three times and Kya managed to evade her four times.

"Alright, I think that's enough.. one more and then we head back to my office, okay?" Katara stooped slightly as she panted after their last race, wiping beads of sweat off her forehead. Kya nodded, doing the same to catch her breath.

"You remember how it goes? First one to run as fast as they can to the end of the eastern wing, touch the wall, run back and sit on the bench outside of my office wins."

"Mhmm, got it, mommy!" Kya said with a determined look on her face, taking a starting position next to her mother. The starting line was next to the elevator in the waiting room.

"On your marks.. get set.. GO!" Katara exclaimed. There was no way she was going to let Kya win this one without a fight. They dashed straight past the reception area and rounded the first corner equally, taking a sharp turn to their right to run to the end of the long corridor. The elder waterbender was in the lead by the time she reached the wall, gave it a strong pat and began heading back the other way. She almost crashed into the little waterbender, but jumped over her by stepping on another bench and giving herself a boost upwards. Kya nearly stopped in her tracks to marvel at that graceful move her mother just did, but she resumed running to still try and beat her. Katara reached the western wing in a few seconds and quickly sat down on the bench outside of her office. She giggled when Kya finally caught up with her and jumped into her lap to hug her.

"You won, mommy!"

"You were great, sweetie! I was so scared that I was gonna bump into you," Katara said, combing Kya's long loose hair.

"But you didn't! That move was so cool! Do it again!" the little waterbender begged, slightly bouncing in her mother's lap and making her chuckle.

"Maybe next time. C'mon, I still have two piles of very important papers to read through," she put her daughter down, stood up and grabbed her hand to guide her back inside. Kya scampered behind her mother's desk and opened the lowest drawer on the left where some of her patients' folders were stored in alphabetical order.

"Kya, what are you doing? Don't mess up my filing system!" Katara hurried to her side once she'd closed the door and noticed what she was doing.

"I'm not. I'm trying to find my own folder."

"Your folder? Why do you need your medical records?" Katara wondered with a puzzled look as she squatted down next to Kya and helped her search for her name from among those folders.

"It's a surprise," she replied, grabbing the folder in her hands once her mother found it and handed it to her. Kya took a seat in her armchair, placed her folder on the corner of the desk and continued colouring her fifth sketch while Katara moved on to the second pile - job applications.

After her mother had approved three of those, Kya remembered that she didn't have to be so quiet anymore. She was becoming bored of drawing, so she decided to finish colouring her last drawing after having some fun. She started looking at what medical instruments were scattered on the desk. She spotted a rubber hammer right under her nose.

"Mommy?"

"What is it, sweetie?" Katara asked, not taking her eyes off the paper she was holding.

"Can I play healer with you now? You promised," Kya pleaded. This time, the elder waterbender gazed at her daughter, seeing how she grabbed the hammer and looked at it curiously. She smiled lovingly at the sight.

"Of course you can," Katara said, watching how an excited Kya jumped off the chair, walked around the desk and stepped right beside her.

"Are you gonna check my reflexes first?" she tilted her head playfully, pushing herself a bit further away from her desk in case the little waterbender actually hits the right nerve.

"Mhmm. After all that running around, I wanna be sure your knees are okay," Kya nodded. Katara let her hit her left knee a couple of times. She frowned, she couldn't find the right spot.

"That's okay. You don't have to nail it the first time. Even I'm not that good. Just keep trying. Maybe try with the other one?"

Kya took her mother's advice and hit her right knee. Katara counted the number of times she missed. Five.. six.. seven... Her knee was starting to ache, so she merely kicked her leg up a bit at the ninth attempt to stop her.

"Wow! Did you see that, mommy?"

"I didn't just see it, I felt it. You almost hit the right spot. Good work, sweetie!" Katara rewarded Kya with a kiss on the cheek. The latter felt so inspired by her accomplishment that she scampered back to her armchair to finish colouring. She was done half an hour later.

Kya glanced at her mother, she was busy writing something on one of the applications. The little waterbender used the opportunity to hide all five of her drawings between her medical records and slip the folder in between the last pile. After that, Kya handed the rest of the clean sheets of paper back to her mother, who put them away in the drawer, completely oblivious to what she'd done with her drawings. Next, she picked up her pencils and put them inside her pencil case, after which she walked over to the door. Katara's shoulder bag was hanging from the coat rack next to it. Kya dropped the pencil case inside so she wouldn't accidentally leave it behind.

Soon it was time for the two waterbenders to eat supper in the cafeteria. The clock on Avatar Aang Memorial Island had struck five in the evening almost half an hour ago. When the bell inside the clockwork rang six times, Katara and Kya's tummies were full. They'd chosen a table right next to one of the windows, which the elder waterbender had cracked open once they were done with their plates. Now they were breathing in some fresh air and gazing at Republic City all lit up at nighttime.

"Look, mommy! There's our home!" Kya pointed towards Air Temple Island. She also spotted her daddy's huge statue on the other island, which was located quite close to theirs.

"Mhmm, I can see it, sweetie," Katara looked outside, too, sipping some of her tea.

The hustle and bustle going on in the streets made this metropolis seem so alive. People who had to work even during the weekends were beginning to head home. Others were enjoying a nice walk or riding their ostrich horse carriages through the traffic jams to reach their destinations. There were two police airships flying in the night sky, further away from the hospital. Kya heard a siren, wondering whether it was an ambulance or a police carriage driving by.

"How's auntie Toph doing? And baby Lin?" she wondered. Katara looked at her daughter, putting the empty tea cup down on the table.

"She's doing fine. I just spoke to her on the phone two days ago. And little Lin is growing into quite a healthy girl. Auntie Toph is having trouble getting her to stop being so clingy all the time, so she called me for some advice."

"Lin is exactly like Tenzin. He likes being close to you, too, mommy," Kya concluded, making Katara chuckle fondly at the thought.

"That's right. So were you when you were little," she booped her daughter's nose with her finger, which prompted her to laugh as well.

"But when it concerns Lin, I believe that she misses her mommy very much, because her mommy has to spend a lot of time away from home catching bad guys. And ever since her daddy, your uncle Kanto, left them behind, it's been hard for her to spend so much time alone. At least I think that's why she's so clingy.. Don't tell your auntie Toph I said any of this, though! She'll crush me if she finds out," Katara scratched the back of her head. Kya simply giggled and promised not to say a word. She didn't want her auntie Toph to hurt her mommy.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs!" Katara picked up their trays of empty plates to put those away and began heading towards the elevator, quickly followed by Kya.

Back in her office, the little waterbender wanted to practise her waterbending, so Katara went through some simpler forms together with her before letting her try those out for herself for a while. Kya had already mastered keeping the water ring flowing around her body thanks to Aang teaching her when Katara had been sick. She could easily use it to stream the water in various ways, forming snake-like shapes or small bubbles. Or simply learn how to direct the water towards another waterbender, that being Katara, and take control of it again at just the right moment without losing a drop when her mother waterbended it back towards her.

After practising for almost an hour, Kya waterbended the water she'd been using back into one of the pots. At the sound of the clock striking seven times, she walked over to the large window behind her mother and looked outside. The view was from a much higher point, the pedestrians down below looked like little ants crawling around the streets in an orderly fashion. The little waterbender squinted to get a better look at their island. She spotted Appa flying above it along with two other sky bison. She'd recognize their big fluffy buddy anywhere.

As she happened to stand at the back of the room, she noticed a plush sky bison on a shelf underneath her mother's desk when she turned around. The toy looked similar to the one she had in her bedroom. Kya asked whether she could play with that one. Katara said 'yes' and presented her with a problem - Appa having a broken paw.

Now the little waterbender was busy untying the elastic bandage she'd used to wrap up the pretend broken paw. She rolled up the bandage and put it on the desk, slightly nudging it closer under her mother's nose.

"Thank you, Kya!" Katara picked it up once she noticed that her daughter was done with it to place it back in the proper cabinet. Kya continued snuggling that Appa plush. It certainly looked more secondhand than hers with all the loose threads and the coarse fur. She counted the stripes on its back just in case. Four.. five.. six! They were all there.

The little waterbender plopped back against the armchair and sighed. Her cerulean eyes ran across the room, but she couldn't think of anything fun to do alone. She wanted to play with her mother.

"I'm hungry."

"Sweetie, we ate supper at the cafe less than two hours ago," Katara protested while writing something down on the last job application.

"But, mommy!.. It wasn't as yummy as what you make at home. I just want a snack," she whined.

"Oh, alright.. come here," Katara beckoned Kya to approach her. She dug in one of her drawers for a while until she found a small pill bottle. She gave it a shake before opening the lid and dropping three tiny yellow balls in the palm of her hand.

"Here you go," Katara held them in front of Kya's nose. She tilted her head and eyed the round pills.

"What are these?"

"Candy," Katara barely managed to finish the word before Kya grabbed all three pieces and stuffed them in her mouth. After a few seconds of moving them around in her mouth and licking off the outer layer with her tongue, she made a very sour face as her lips puckered.

"Bleh! It's soooo sour!" the little waterbender cried, but she didn't spit them out. She swallowed quickly. Katara giggled as she picked up an empty glass and went to fetch some water from the sink.

"That's because those were vitamins meant for children. They taste like lemons from the inside, but sweet on the outside. Here, drink this," Katara sat down on her knees and handed Kya a glass of water. She took a few sips.

"That was not nice, mommy!" Kya knit her brows, then continued drinking. Katara chuckled, her angry face was too funny to be taken seriously.

"You're right, I'm sorry for tricking you. I'm gonna make it up to you. Finish that water and I might just have something else that's edible.." Katara said, opening another drawer to take a peek at what's inside. She pulled out something bigger, something that reminded them of a candy bar. Kya swallowed the last drop of water and handed the glass back to her mother, who'd unwrapped the top of the bar.

"And what's this?" she pointed a finger towards the brown sweet.

"It's a nutrition bar. That means your body will get a lot of good vitamins and other nutrients when you eat it, so you can grow into a healthy little waterbender. It tastes like dark chocolate."

Kya quirked an eyebrow, she was still suspicious whether her mother was telling the truth. Katara took a small bite to prove that it tasted good.

"Mmm... Do you want some?" she offered the rest to Kya, who took it in her hands and then bit off a larger piece. This time, she chewed it carefully to understand what it tasted like.

"Hmm.. You were right, mommy. It does taste like chocolate. Not as sweet though, but still good."

"You happy now?" Katara patted her daughter's head. She nodded and walked back to the armchair opposite to her, sitting down next to the plush Appa to enjoy her snack. A few minutes later, the master waterbender happily pushed two neat piles of documents to the left side of her desk.

"There.. done! Now I only have one more thing left to do. Would you like to help me? It's really easy and it won't take long."

"Only if I can play healer with you again," Kya replied, biting into the last piece of the nutrition bar and handing the wrapper to her mother, who threw it away in a trash bin.

"You must be really bored by now, huh?" Katara glanced at her daughter, seeing how she nodded in agreement.

"Okay, but what do you wanna do?" Katara asked, waiting for an answer by putting the patient records she'd filled out during the first half of the day back in the lower left drawer in the correct alphabetical order. Kya looked around the items scattered on her mother's desk and her gaze fixed on a cup containing a couple of things.

"Can I use these?" she pointed towards the medical instruments. There were several wooden tongue depressors, an otoscope and a thermometer in there. The elder waterbender stopped organizing her folders for a second to look at what her daughter had chosen, she smiled.

"Sure," Katara closed the drawer and stood up, grabbing the last as well as the smallest pile of documents. She put the stack on the examination table, then walked over to Kya to pick her up from the armchair and carry her up on the bed, too. Katara also reached for the cup Kya had chosen, bringing it along with her as she took a seat on the examination table right next to her daughter.

"What can I do to help, mommy?" Kya asked as Katara lifted her onto her lap and placed the cup on the nursing trolley, which was pushed right next to the examination table. It was more convenient to have the patient sit close by while Katara prepared the equipment she needed to give an injection.

"Well, I need to arrange these patient files for appointments coming next week. I thought that maybe we could get through them faster if you helped me read the dates and times so I can sort them according to the days."

"I can do that!"

"Great! But first, what would you like to do to me, healer Kya?" Katara smirked as she emphasized the title. The little waterbender looked behind her, thinking which item inside the cup she should pick first. She decided to measure her mommy's temperature, so she reached for the thermometer.

"I wanna be sure you don't have a fever after working so hard all day," Kya said in a concerned voice, making Katara giggle. She attempted to shove the thermometer underneath her mother's short-sleeved water tribe coat, but the fur collar was too small for her to reach any further from that angle. Katara grabbed the thermometer from Kya's hand to give it a try. Having lifted her left arm up a bit and moving her tunic out of the way, she managed to place it under there. The elder waterbender pressed her arm against her side and held her hand on her belly.

"That should keep it from slipping away. Would you like to check?"

Kya touched the bump below the coat and tried to move it, but the tip of the thermometer didn't seem to budge too much. Katara held it tight.

"I don't think it's going anywhere," the little waterbender agreed, after which her mother nodded and grabbed the first patient's file in her right hand.

"Alright, let's see here.. on which day does this person have an appointment with me?" Katara wondered out loud, holding the folder closer to Kya so she could read the date and time written on top.

"Umm.. on Tuesday at 2 p.m."

"Okay, so this one goes into the 'Tuesday' pile.. what about this one?"

"Wednesday, 9.45 a.m."

Katara arranged the folders into five different stacks according to the days - from Monday to Thursday in separate piles, Friday and, if there were any scheduled for the rest of the weekend, in one. Before she reached the middle of the unorganized pile, she found a folder that didn't have a time for an appointment written on it.

"Wait a minute.. this is your file, sweetie!" Katara exclaimed. Kya looked at it curiously, nodding as she recognized her own name.

"Kya.. is everything okay? Or do you wanna make an appointment with me because you're sick?" Katara's voice became rather serious. She dropped her daughter's medical records on the examination table and cupped her cheek. She began to worry that maybe something was horribly wrong and her baby girl didn't have the courage, or the heart, to tell her. That wasn't the reaction the little waterbender had expected.

"No, mommy! I'm okay, honestly," Kya laid her own small hands on her mother's to convince her that this wasn't the case. She was still frowning.

"You sure?" Katara asked again, receiving a nod for an answer.

"That's not the reason why I put my folder in the pile. I wanted to surprise you, mommy. Look inside the folder!"

Kya watched how her mother hesitantly opened the folder by lifting the cover. She gasped and covered her mouth with her right hand. Her frown turned into a smile and tears welled up in the corners of her diamond blue eyes.

"Aawww! K-Kya..." was all Katara could say as she sighed in relief and began wiping her cheeks dry. She felt so awkward for misreading the entire situation. Kya wrapped her arms around her mommy's waist in an attempt to comfort her with a hug. Katara supported her chin on her daughter's head and pulled her as close as she could by using her right hand, mindful of the thermometer under her left arm. She didn't wanna ruin their playtime, too. Kya squeezed her a bit tighter when she felt a few tears drop on the top of her head.

"Do you like it?" she asked in a hushed tone after a minute had passed in silence, her mother's quiet crying being the only sound filling the room. Katara stroked her back and sniffed.

"Mhmm.. I love it," she nodded, rubbing her cheek against Kya's temple.

"Don't you wanna see the rest?"

"Of course, show me," Katara said with a more chipper tone, releasing her embrace and wiping off the last of her tears. Kya picked up the first drawing she'd seen and began explaining in great detail what she'd drawn. There were two girls sitting, the bigger one was healing a scrape on the smaller one's knee. The water around her hands was coloured in a pretty shade of cyan.

"That's you healing my boo-boo, mommy."

"Oh, I remember this. That was like.. three weeks ago?"

"Mhmm," the little waterbender nodded, a proud smile on her face, and waited for her mother to finish marvelling at the drawing. She handed her daughter the next one, laying it on top of the first.

"And what's going on here?" Katara chuckled as she looked at the second drawing. It seemed so cheerful and full of life thanks to the bright colours Kya had used.

"Daddy's playing his flute and Bumi and I are dancing."

The master waterbender recognized her husband in the familiar palette of reds, oranges and yellows. If not that, then the sky-blue arrow tattoos were a giveaway. Momo was sitting on the emerald green grass right next to him. Her two children, as well as her husband, were wearing flower crowns and clearly jumping around with joy. Kya even drew a few musical notes above them.

"I adore all the bright colours you used. It really brings the drawing to life. And this is such a precious moment."

"Thank you, mommy!" Kya said, giving her a quick hug.

"Let's not forget to show this one to daddy when we get home. I'm sure he'll love it!" Katara lifted her daughter's chin up to look into her glistening cerulean eyes. She beamed at her.

"Good idea!"

"Now.. what else do we have here?" the elder waterbender wondered, seeing how the little one reached for the third drawing.

"Another drawing of me?" she quirked an eyebrow. Kya slid a fourth piece of paper out from underneath that one, holding the two pictures side by side so her mother could see both at the same time.

"Wow.. is my hair really that poofy?" Katara blushed and combed the fingers of her right hand through her locks. Kya merely giggled.

"Maybe.. I just really like it because I think it looks pretty on you. Your hair is so long and soft, just like mine," Kya explained, patting her own head a couple of times.

"So you wanted to show that by making it seem so poofy?"

"Yeah."

The top drawing was a close-up of Katara. She was in awe of how well the little waterbender had captured all of her details - from the beads in her hair loopies to the carving in her mother's necklace, the blue eyes and even the patterns around the fur collar of her coat. The other drawing was a full body shot of her wearing some of her healer equipment.

"That was really nice of you. But, what am I wearing in this picture?"

"That's your healer's belt."

"I'm impressed! How did you remember it so well?"

"I saw an ambulance worker at the cafeteria earlier when we were having lunch. He was wearing it. And I also drew your pouch, see?" Kya pointed to a black-and-brown striped semicircle, which was drawn near the figure's waist.

"Yes, I see it, sweetie. And what's this long shiny necklace?"

"That's not a necklace! That's your stethoscope, mommy!" she corrected, making Katara laugh. Kya had based the design of that medical instrument on the one she saw on her mother's desk, painting the tube a matt black. Her mother marvelled at the two different depictions of herself.

"These are lovely. Is there anything else you wanna share with me?"

"Just one more.." Kya leaned forward to pick up the last drawing she'd slipped between her medical records.

"Wow! What is this?" Katara said, her mouth remaining agape as she ran her right index finger down the white uncoloured edge of the paper.

"It's a picture of our family. Look, there's you and daddy! Tenzin is in your arms. Bumi and I are standing next to daddy. And I didn't forget Appa and Momo!"

Kya described everything perfectly - it was a drawing of their entire family standing in front of the temple. She'd drawn her parents standing really close to each other, which was such an irrelevant little thing considering the context of the whole picture. But if that was the way Kya saw her parents in their domestic life - being loving and supportive of each other - then it was all Katara could've hoped for and it melted her heart.

She was also amazed at how well her daughter remembered the details of the courtyard - the bridge going over the small pond, the exterior of their home, even the tower of the temple. All coloured in pretty shades of grey, yellow and blue, with a bit of emerald green for a couple of bushes in the background. All five of them fit right in front of Appa, Momo was sitting on top of the sky bison's head.

"This one's my favourite. It's so beautiful!" Katara smiled.

"Really? Thanks, mommy!" Kya hugged her from her middle again.

"Really. These are all beautiful. Shall I put these in my shoulder bag so we wouldn't forget to take them back home?"

"Okay."

"But before I do that, maybe you'd like to take a look at my temperature?" Katara offered, carefully pulling the thermometer out from under her coat. The reading was probably ready minutes ago and she'd been wanting to move a bit more freely for a while now.

"Oh! Yes, please!" Kya slightly bounced in her lap and held out her hands, waiting for her mother to hand it over. Both waterbenders stared at the mercury inside the glass.

"36.6 degrees, that's completely normal. Right, mommy?" Kya looked up at Katara with her big cerulean eyes, sensing how she let a hand run down her back.

"That's right, sweetie."

"No fever, yay!" the little waterbender clapped her hands together as she let her mother place the thermometer back into the cup. After that, Katara lifted Kya up in her arms for a second to lay her down on the bed so she could stand up and stretch her legs. She grabbed the five drawings to put those among the rest of the drawing supplies already packed up inside her shoulder bag.

"Alright, my little healer.. now where were we with these appointments?" Katara wondered as she walked back to the examination table, took a seat and lifted Kya back on her knees. She pushed her daughter's medical records a bit further away from the other stacks so she wouldn't forget to put it back in its proper drawer. The two waterbenders continued sorting the rest of the folders for almost a quarter of an hour.

During that time, the clock on Aang Memorial Island had already struck eight in the evening. As soon as they'd arranged half of the pile, Katara allowed Kya to choose the next item she wanted to use to play checkup. She picked one of the many tongue depressors.

"Stick out your tongue!"

Kya burst out in a giggle fit when Katara blew a raspberry.

"Cut it out, mommy! I wanna look at your throat!" she said through her laughter, but seeing her mother's funny face only cracked her up. Eventually Katara started giggling, too. They took a minute to get it out of their system.

"Open wide!" Kya asked nicely once she'd calmed down.

"Aahh!"

Katara obeyed her little healer like a good patient, letting her look inside her mouth for a few seconds.

"So.. how did it look?"

"Okay."

"Does that mean I can do this?" Katara asked before she began peppering Kya's face with kisses, trying to get her to laugh again. It certainly worked. The little waterbender squirmed in her mother's embrace until she stopped.

They resumed sorting the second half of patient files after that, with Kya helping Katara by reading the days and times of the appointments out loud. By the time there were only four folders left, the little waterbender crawled off her mother's lap to fetch the last medical instrument she hadn't used already. Katara glanced at Kya as she crawled closer to her right side and stood up, balancing herself by holding onto her shoulder. Her mother didn't say a word, she simply tilted her head in the opposite direction a little bit so she could examine her ears better by looking into them with the otoscope.

"Ow! Ow-ow-ow.. Kya, be careful! Pull my ear back a little before you insert it in there," Katara warned her, grabbing her right ear and pulling it back herself since Kya was already hurting her. She carefully withdrew the medical instrument from her mother's ear.

"Oops! I forgot.. I'm so sorry, mommy! I didn't mean to hurt you," Kya said, a sad frown on her features as she stroked the back of her head. The gesture made her mother smile.

"It's okay, sweetie. I forgive you. Accidents happen. Why don't you try again?"

Katara looked down to her left and waited until Kya went on with her second attempt. She followed every step correctly this time. She crawled to the other edge of the bed and repeated the same procedure with her left ear. Katara tilted her head to the right as she read the date of the appointment written on the last patient's folder.

"All done?" she asked when she felt Kya remove the otoscope and heard her drop it back inside the cup. The little waterbender hopped onto her lap and wrapped her arms around her middle.

"Mhmm," she nodded.

"Good, because I'm done, too. See?" Katara waved a hand towards five piles of documents, all sorted according to the days and in order according to the times of the appointments.

"That's great, mommy."

"What do you say, should we call daddy to come pick us up? Or do you wanna read some new waterbending scrolls with me for another hour?"

Katara had agreed with Aang that if she didn't finish early, he'd come after them at ten o'clock. Otherwise, she would call him on the phone to tell him to fly Appa to the hospital sooner. Kya pouted and held a finger in front of her lips for a few seconds to think.

"Hmm.. do those scrolls have pretty pictures in them?"

"They're called illustrations, sweetie. And yes, some of them do," Katara shrugged.

"Then, okay!" Kya grinned. She jumped off her mother's knees and ran to her armchair to take a cosy sitting position while she waited for her mother to join her. Katara lifted the separate piles of patient records into one, starting with the appointments on Monday and the ones scheduled for the weekend remaining at the bottom. She carried the heavy pile of documents on the corner of her desk, not forgetting to put Kya's medical records back in the lower left drawer. The little waterbender scampered to the nursing trolley to place the cup with the medical instruments she'd already played with back on the desk, too. Katara noticed it.

"Thank you, sweetie!"

She turned off the lights in the ceiling, leaving only the table lamp on. Katara thought that maybe reading in a more dim room would give her daughter the feeling of being at home, in her own bed, and help her fall asleep.

She sat down in her armchair and, seeing how Kya eagerly held out her hands, picked her up and lifted her onto her lap. Katara opened a drawer to grab one of the new scrolls she'd recently received as a gift from the Northern Water Tribe, but hadn't managed to read yet. After that, she slouched a little bit before opening the scroll to begin reading, allowing Kya to snuggle up to her chest.

The little waterbender gazed at the few pretty illustrations of waterbending, which were drawn at the top of the text. They weren't much to look at, she was done admiring them in less than a minute. She tried to read the first paragraph of the text below, but the letters reminded her more of fuzzy scribbles than words or sentences.

She sighed and raised her hand a bit higher, laying it above her mother's heart. Her fingers grazed the soft blue fabric of her coat. Katara lifted her left hand from the armrest and wrapped it around Kya to offer her some warmth and hold her close. Her baby girl looked up at her with her big cerulean eyes, resting her head on her chest. Sensing her mother's calm breathing helped her feel relaxed, too.

Kya stared at the shadows formed on the wall to their right, the scroll in her mother's right hand, the Appa plush she'd left on the other armchair. Everything seemed so still, the office was quiet. If she didn't know better, she would've guessed that they were at home, her mother was reading her a bedtime story and she was getting ready to go to bed. But she wasn't tired. She tried to focus on her mommy's heartbeat and let that lull her to sleep. Instead, she had an idea - if she wasn't sleepy, she might as well play a little bit more.

Katara's eyes widened when she saw Kya slip out of her embrace, slide off her and walk away.

"Kya, where are you going?"

"Nowhere," she said, merely taking a step closer to the desk to grab the stethoscope. Now Katara understood. She smiled, waiting for Kya to climb back onto her lap. She welcomed her daughter back with a kiss on her forehead.

Katara didn't let Kya's playing bother her, or at least she thought it wouldn't bother her, hence she carried on reading through the scroll. The little waterbender placed the earpieces into her ears and grabbed the diaphragm. First, she lifted the white fur trimming on the lower half of her mother's coat and snaked the other hand under there to listen to her tummy. She moved the stethoscope around underneath the coat, but that only made Katara want to giggle because it was tickling her, badly. She managed to stifle her laughter pretty well, though.

Katara heaved a sigh of relief when Kya stopped tickling her from her stomach. She pulled the metal end of the stethoscope out and laid it on her mother's chest. Being covered up by three layers of clothing - including a sarashi, a navy blue tunic and the water tribe coat - made it very difficult to hear any vibrations. But Kya liked to pretend like she could hear something nevertheless.

Katara glanced at Kya, her chest swelling with pride when she felt her baby girl go through a familiar pattern while pretending to listen to her heart, then her breathing. She seemed so focused and in character, like a true healer.

Kya tugged at her fur collar and placed the diaphragm above it on the bare skin below her collarbone, practically under her neck. At least she could hear her mother's heartbeat from there. Lub-dub.. lub-dub.. lub-dub... It was remarkably slow, the rhythm ever so soothing. Her body language spoke the same. Katara must've been utterly relaxed. She noticed how Kya was listening from a spot where she could actually hear something. She took a few deep breaths to let her listen to her lungs, too.

Kya yawned as she turned the chestpiece, then laid it back on the same spot to listen with the bell, too. That recurring cadence was starting to lull her to sleep. She rubbed at her eye before taking the stethoscope out from her ears. Katara stared at her wide-eyed as she placed it into hers instead.

"Hold this," Kya whispered, then resumed her cosy spot from before, snuggling up to her mother's chest.

"Do you wanna listen, too, mommy?" she looked up at her with her big cerulean eyes.

"Uh.. okay," Katara merely shrugged. Kya grabbed the diaphragm and slid it under her own light blue tunic, pressing it softly against her chest. She held it above her heart, both hands tucked below her chin. The little waterbender took a deep breath before she closed her eyes. She was too tired to put the medical instrument away, hence she'd decided to let her mother hold on to it. Her breathing became even, she was curled up like a baby in her safe place. She fell asleep.

Katara had watched what she'd done, feeling slightly puzzled at first. When she saw that Kya fell asleep, she figured her little waterbender was exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. And right now, that bed meant being snuggled up close to her mother.

Katara snaked her left hand back around Kya's middle to hold her close. She didn't move at the contact, but she held the stethoscope tight, like she was cuddling one of her toys. Katara could hear Kya's slightly faster heartbeat, but it remained within normal range for a child her age. She adjusted the headset so it wouldn't hurt her ears.

Listening to that steady rhythm was comforting, but also starting to make her sleepy, too. Katara yawned, but tried to read through the longest paragraph on the scroll. She blinked after every sentence, then after every single word.. She stopped stroking her daughter's arm. Her right hand slowly dropped on the armrest and her diamond blue eyes gradually fell shut. The two waterbenders had both fallen asleep.

Almost an hour had ticked by when Kya woke up. She'd heard the last few bongs coming from the clock under her daddy's statue. It was loud enough to be heard all the way back to the furthest point of Republic City, even when the windows of the buildings were closed. The same applied to the hospital in the heart of the capital. It was nine o'clock. The little waterbender yawned and looked up at her mother.

"Mommy?" Kya whispered a few times, but she didn't budge. Katara was completely out of it. She looked around her mother's office, everything was so quiet. Silence seemed to prevail in the room. Daddy had promised to come pick them up in an hour. Kya didn't wanna wake up her mommy either.

She summoned some water around her left hand, using the tentacle like an extension of her arm to reach for the Appa plush on the opposite side of the desk. Kya carefully waterbended the toy onto her mother's belly and grabbed it so it wouldn't fall down. She waterbended the water back into the pot and cuddled her new companion, snuggling against her mother's chest and closing her cerulean eyes to nap for another hour. Katara released the scroll in her right hand, leaving it hanging on the armrest, and wrapped her hand around the plush sky bison through her sleep. She mumbled a little bit, but otherwise remained lost in her dreams.

It was five minutes past ten in the evening when there was a gentle knock at the door. There wasn't an answer, so Aang quietly opened it and peeked inside.

"Katara? Kya?"

His grey eyes grew wide as he stepped inside his wife's dimmed office. That certainly wasn't the picture he imagined he'd stumble upon in his mind. His girls were sleeping. Having closed the door, Aang tiptoed over to the armchair and squatted down next to them, observing their weird poses.

Kya's head rested above Katara's heart, slightly rising and falling according to the pace of her mother's breathing. She was curled up in the fetal position on her tummy. She was cuddling the plush sky bison and something else seemed to be stuck between her and the toy. Aang followed the tube of the stethoscope, seeing that it reached Katara's ears. He chuckled at the sight. How many times had she fallen asleep on his chest by listening to his heartbeat? He'd lost count during their first years of being together as a couple.

Aang stared at their tranquil features - Katara and Kya looked so much alike. Same pretty blue eyes underneath those lashes, Kya had her mother's cute widdle nose, her luxuriant brown locks, even her smile. But she had the spirit of an airbender, his optimistic view on life, his carefree attitude from his childhood. And apparently, even his snore.

Aang tenderly stroked Kya's head, slowly waking her up.

"Mmm.. daddy?" she said, releasing a short yawn.

"Hey there, sweetie! What'cha doing?" Aang smiled at her. He kept his voice down in order not to startle Katara.

"I was sleeping," Kya said as she rubbed an eye.

"Do you wanna go home now?"

"Mhmm."

"Come here," Aang said fondly, carefully lifting Kya into his arms along with the plush sky bison she was holding onto. She hugged him tight.

"What were you and mommy doing before you fell asleep?" Aang asked with amusement as he stared at his wife practically sprawled out in the armchair, still sleeping peacefully. He'd noticed the waterbending scroll on the armrest, too.

"Mommy and I were reading that scroll, but I became bored, so I played healer with her. Then I felt sleepy listening to mommy's heartbeat and fell asleep. And then mommy fell asleep, too."

"What do you say, should we wake mommy up so we can head home?"

The little waterbender nodded again, watching how her daddy gently ran the back of his hand over her mommy's cheek until her eyes began to flutter open.

"Katara?.. Kataraaa..." he whispered her name, after which her lashes began to tremble. She slowly opened her diamond blue eyes and met her husband's loving gaze. She noticed an awake Kya cradled in his arms, too.

"Aang.. you're here. Why does everything sound so loud? And why are my ears aching?"

Aang and Kya looked at each other before snickering quietly. Katara watched how her husband leaned closer to her, reaching for something on her belly. He grabbed the metal end of her stethoscope and pressed it against his chest. Hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, Katara blushed and averted her gaze, realizing what'd happened. She remembered now. She tried to remove the earpieces ever so slowly.

"Ow-ow-ow!.. My poor ears. I don't think I'm gonna be able to listen for a week," she said, rubbing at the inside of her ears.

"This ain't the first time it's happened, you know," Aang said with a smirk while wiggling his brows. Kya started laughing when Katara gently nudged him in the ribs. She took the stethoscope from his hands, coiled it up and put it back on her desk.

"So, did you have a fun day at work with mommy?" the airbender wondered, tickling his daughter's chin while his wife rolled up her waterbending scroll and put it back in the drawer.

"Mhmm, it was really fun!" Kya said excitedly. She began retelling everything fun she'd done with her mother ever since they arrived in the morning. Aang handed the plush Appa over to Katara so she could place it on the hidden shelf underneath her desk. She turned off the table lamp, almost leaving them in complete darkness. Luckily Aang used his firebending to provide them some light. Katara grabbed her shoulder bag from the coat rack, scanned over her office one last time, then stepped outside along with her husband and daughter, locking the room with her key.

"I drew some pretty pictures, daddy. Mommy loved them and she thought that you might love them, too!"

"Really? Well then, remind me to take a look once we're back home. I'd love to see them."

Even though the dim nightlights in the ceiling were turned on, Aang kept firebending to light their way as they walked down the corridor of the western wing and entered the staircase to head to the rooftop of the hospital where Appa was waiting for them.

"Appa!" Kya exclaimed as she rubbed her cheek against the sky bison's furry face and hugged him with her tiny hands. Appa grunted, closing his big brown eyes for a moment to enjoy the display of affection. Aang still held Kya in his arms, he grabbed Katara from her waist and she did the same. He gave all three of them a boost with his airbending and they landed on Appa's head. Kya continued talking about all the shenanigans she and her mommy had been up to throughout the day during their ride home.

By the time she'd finally climbed into her own bed, it was almost eleven o'clock. Aang joined her, letting Katara get ready for bed in the meantime, and to look at those drawings she'd been talking about so much.

"This is really beautiful!" the airbender said, looking at the picture of their entire family.

"Thanks, daddy!" Kya crawled out from under her blanket, closer to him to hug him from his middle. Aang stroked her head in return.

"Sweetie, would you mind if I framed this and put it up somewhere in my office?"

"Really, daddy? You'd do that?" the little waterbender gazed into her father's twinkling grey eyes. He nodded, a proud smile on his face.

"Mhmm."

"No, I wouldn't mind. Can I help you pick a spot?"

"Sure, you can come along to work with me next time I need to visit City Hall. Just like you went to the hospital with mommy today."

"Can we go see uncle Sokka, too?" Kya pleaded with her big glistening cerulean eyes. It'd been a while since the councilman had seen his little waterbending niece. Aang pulled his daughter into his embrace and kissed her temple.

"Of course. Nothing would make me happier."

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