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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm.

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.”

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record.

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up.

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes.

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him.

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!”

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone.

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car.

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling.

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.”

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat.

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror.

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front.

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles.

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?”

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked.

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows.

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.”

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.”

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.”

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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gretavanbitch · 3 years ago

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Tangled up in blue- 5

Warnings- swearing, drugs (the usual)

After the first night, the adrenaline rush of the tour slowed to a constant drawl in Penny's mind. Her heart constantly at a slightly hazy pace compared to its resting pace. She blinked slowly, rubbing sleep out of her eyes as the dull light of the morning flooded into the stuffy bus. The only sounds to be heard was the steady breathing of the band and rain pattering softly against the windows. Her hair was spread across Josh’s bare chest and rose and fell with every breath he took. She got up as carefully and slowly as possible, being careful not to wake anyone. She flinched slightly when the bathroom door opened with a creak. Her eyes were slightly sunken and smudged and her lips were still swollen from the abundance of love that was present last night. She reached to her neck and lightly caressed the marks still present from Josh’s kisses, remembering the feeling of his lips on her neck.

Brushing her teeth and hair, Penny exited the bathroom and made a large pot of coffee for the boys, the mornings were never easy for them and alcohol made them even worse. Knowing it would take some time for everyone to get up, she made herself comfortable on one of the couches on the back of the bus, separate from the bunk area. She sipped her coffee, reading a book Jake had recommended to her. Surprisingly, Jake had very good taste in books, better than Josh in fact. Josh was a very visual person, he could sit through a four hour movie, but never read a book for four hours. The pages breezed by her eyes, in what seemed like minutes she was halfway done with the book. It was a thrilling tale of two lovers, a classic trope of a peasant and a prince. She was a sucker for cliches.

Through the curtain she soon heard the sounds of the boys stirring from their sleep, one by one waking up. She pushed the fabric of the curtain open softly, leaning against the frame. Jake was pouring three cups of coffee, rubbing his eyes harshly. Sam was in the bathroom, probably releasing the demons of last night from his stomach. Danny sat on the edge of his bunk, stretching his long arms and waking up. Josh on the other hand was now lying face down on the bed, soft snores coming from his frame. His hair was a curly mess and he only had on his boxers. She chuckled to herself, of course he was the last one to get up.

“Mornin’ everyone,” she muttered softly, pattering over to Josh. Sluggish responses followed her. She sat on the edge of Josh’s bunk, running her hands softly down his back. She admired the way his lips parted slightly in his sleep, eyes fluttering in REM. She leaned over his frame, kissing his cheek softly, causing his eyes to blink open softly. He smiled out of his sleep, turning over onto his back and pulling Penny down onto his chest.

“Good morning mama,” he rasped, burying his nose in the crook of her neck.

“Good morning handsome, want some coffee?” He groaned a yes in response, still holding Penny tight. She felt the steady thump of his heart on her chest, not wanting to move in a million years. He felt so warm and alive, hands wrapped around her frame and legs wrapped around each other. She sighed, knowing there were actual things needed to be done with the day, and removing herself from Josh reluctantly.

“What's the plan for today?” she asked Jake as she poured a cup of coffee for Josh.

“We are stuck on the bus for the majority of the day, heading to Washington for the show in two days,” he responded from his seat across from her, looking up from his phone. “Emily and the other girls are going to meet us there too, so you won’t be stuck with all us boys anymore.” He noted, referring to the other girlfriends joining them on tour. She nodded happily, she got along well with all of them, and texted them pretty consistently. Although she was closest with Carly, Sam’s girlfriend, Emily and Dana were both her friends as well.

Once Josh had coffee in his system, the bus slowly stirred to life. Sam was nursing his hangover, Jake was texting with Emily, and Danny was playing guitar softly in the corner. Their manager had come in as well, delivering bagels for everyone and announced that they would hit the road in 20 minutes.

Penny dressed herself in something comfortable, knowing her limbs would become sore from sitting on the bus for hours. She was now clad in a long sleeved linen dress that had buttons down the front and a seam in the middle. Her hair was loose down her shoulders, and birkenstocks on her feet. The rest of the boys were in their usual attire, Josh in a grey hoodie and tan pants (of course).

The bus was now officially on the road after a sluggish morning. The state of California soon passing by Penny’s eyes in a haze. She was sat on a couch at the back of the bus with Josh directly to her left and Danny to her right. Josh had one earbud in his ear, sharing the other with Penny, and a bagel in his hand. His head nodded along to the song as he chewed. Penny smiled, leaning her back into his frame and putting her legs on Danny. Neil Diamond filled her ears as she closed her eyes, inhaling Josh’s sent. He always smelled the same, like patchouli and cinnamon. It was almost hypnotizing.

“We should go for a hike when we get there,” Sam announced, breaking the comfortable silence of the bus ride.

“I want to go thrifting too,” Josh added with his eyes closed, head swaying to the music. Everyone silently agreed and went back to whatever they were doing.

Northern California passed by with images of tall looming trees and thickening forests. Josh’s playlist ranged from The Fleet Foxes to Phoebe Bridgers, just because he knew Penny had a soft spot for her. When Scott Street came on shuffle, her eyes lit up and she craned her neck, looking up at him smiling. He laughed, kissing the top of her head. Penny had never felt so at home. The comforting smell of Sam’s incense wafted through the backroom of the bus, and Josh’s warmth made her head dizzy with love. She hummed as she softly toyed with his fingers mindlessly.

After a few hours, the bus stopped in the middle of Oregon. Everyone was grateful for the opportunity to get snacks and stretch their legs. Penny stepped out into the midday breeze, breathing the fresh air in deeply. The group then entered the small gas station, Josh holding the door for her like the gentleman he is.

“fuck I need another coffee,” she sighed, making her way to the coffee station and pouring herself a hot coffee. Josh bought himself a water and some granola bar. Sam, Jake, and Danny got themselves an assortment of junk food, dumping it in front of the cashier with a smile. Once everyone payed, they sat on a curb by the bus for a few minutes, not wanting to get back on the road quite yet. Penny was grateful that she grabbed her camera, because the cloudy light and light breeze was picturesque. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and scurried in front of the boys quickly, kneeling on the ground to get the shot. They all looked dramatically off into the distance while the shutter clicked.

“alright now smile for me boys,” she laughed. They obliged, looking at the camera now and smiling brightly.

“beautiful.” She sighed, returning to her spot next to Josh.

“I don’t know how you do that,” Josh said, looking off into the distance as he spoke.

“do what?” Penny answered, sipping her coffee.

“Just see the world around you and turn it into something so beautiful.” Her heart jumped, it always did when Josh talked about her photography.

“It’s easy when I’m around the most beautiful person in the world.”

He laughed, meeting her eyes. She shook her head, still relishing in the compliments.

“alright time to go boys...and girl,” their manager announced, sticking his head out the bus door. Penny huffed a laugh as she took Josh’s hand and once again entered the bus.

The rest of the trip came in a dreary haze of naps and Josh’s playlist filling Penny’s ears. He never played a bad song. The bus had now parked outside the venue, Penny silently thanking the universe that they wouldn’t be sleeping in the bus for the next two nights. The boys had agreed to rent and house in the suburbs of Seattle so they could have some privacy and not be confined to a hotel. They also rented a jeep, stuffing their bags in it hastily so they could have some fun with the afternoon. Since the group got such an early start, they still had the remainder of the day to explore and shop.

Sam entered the driver’s seat of Jeep, Jake shotgun, and the rest of them stuffed in the back. The drive was relatively short and rowdy. Jake playing Steven Stills on aux, while arguing with Sam over which album was better. Danny and Josh were talking about the set list for the tour, still tinkering on which songs to include and which to leave out.

“Yeah, but I think we should do Stardust Chords after Black smoke it will be a good lead up,” Danny suggested calmly.

“Ooh yeah, and we should do light my love after that,” Josh agreed. Penny sat silently, relishing in the banter surrounding her. They soon reached the house, it was a small bungalow on the edge of a hill.

Josh opened the trunk and took out his and Penny’s bag, carrying them both up to the door and unlocking it with a key he found in the mailbox. The interior was just as lovely as the outside. A small living room and kitchen were on the left with a five person dining room table on the right and the stairs in the middle. Josh then jogged upstairs with the bags in hand, wanting first pick at rooms. He chose the one closest to the backyard with a view of the woods.

“Mmm good choice babe,” Penny sighed flopping down onto the bed with a thud. He smiled, placing the bags down on the floor and laying down on his back beside her.

She turned on her side to face him, he did the same. The room smelled of wood and clean linen. Her eyes drifted to Josh, he was smiling at her stupidly with his hands tucked under his chin.

“what?” she laughed, poking his shoulder.

“nothin’ I just love you baby,” he spoke softly, blinking his eyes.

“I love you too Josh,” she said, loving the sound of saying it.

Then he kissed her, softly capturing her lips with his own. She sighed into the kiss, running her hand down his jawline. Before the kiss could become too heated she pulled away with a stupid grin on her face.

“lets go get something to eat then we can go shopping,” she said, pulling him up off the bed with two hands.

“whatever you say mama.”

The streets of Seattle were damp with the constant flow of soft showers. Josh’s hair was slightly less curly due to the climate, and it made him look even more 70′s, it was beautiful. The group got lunch at a nice sandwich spot on the wharf then split off into groups to do some shopping, planning to meet up at the house for a late hike.

Josh and Penny were on the hunt for a thrift shop, hand in hand wandering the streets. After about thirty minutes with no luck, Penny spotted a bright neon sign a few feet ahead of them reading “vintage”.

“fucking finally,” she said, tugging Josh’s hand hurredly into the store. Good thing they kept walking because this place was a gem. Josh’s eyes lit up as he scanned the rows of clothing and records. They then began searching through the rows, looking through every piece of clothing incase they found anything good.

“Ooh babe you would look stunning in this,” Josh said excitedly as he held up a dress. It was a dusty red with a deep v-neck and ruffles down the chest and sleeves.

“holy shit,” she smiled “I need it.”

After about an hour, Penny had a substantial haul piled in her hand and Josh had found a few good pieces as well. He had a few necklaces that he loved and a vintage woodstock t-shirt. Now they were running late, of course and had to rush back to meet the boys.

They were greeted with unamused expressions when they returned to the house, rushing up to the room to change quickly. Josh changed into a white t-shirt and black windbreaker, Penny wearing his grey hoodie and leggings.

“let’s go mama,” he smiled, pecking her on the lips and leading her down stairs.

“fucking finally,” Sam got up from the couch, Danny following suit. Jake then entered from the kitchen, trail map in hand.

“Ok well we don’t have that much time before it gets dark so we should bring headlamps,” he suggested as his eyes scanned the map. Penny nodded, stuffing some water bottles into her bag as Josh wrestled Sam on the carpet.

“Hey dickheads, the owner said there’s a trail through the backyard to a waterfall lets go,” Jake said loudly, shoving Sam and Josh as he spoke. The group made their way through the backyard, following the clear trail into the woods. The trees were some of the biggest that Penny had ever seen, they towered over them, making the light a faded blue. Jake led the group, confidently stepping over branches and rocks as he walked. Penny and Josh were at the back of the group, taking their time to admire the scenery, walking hand in hand.

“It’s so pretty here,” Penny said, looking up into the treeline that was illuminated by the dusk light.

“yeah it’s beautiful,” Josh said, only he wasn’t looking at the scenery, his gaze was fixed on the blonde next to him. A familiar smoky scent soon wafted into their noses from in front of them.

“Sam, I know you aren’t lighting up right now,” Penny laughed.

“what? I want to take in the nature,” he spoke through a hit, coughing slightly.

“well share the wealth,” She reached out her hand as he passed the J behind his back. She took a few hits, before handing it off to Josh. She watched has he held it between his fingers, bringing it to his lips and inhaling deeply. The rest of the hike was peacefully silent, the light slowly fading into the sunset. They reached the waterfall after thirty minutes of walking, finding some rocks to rest on by the water.

“Josh, stay still for a sec,” Penny asked, taking out her camera quickly. He nodded, not moving from his seat on the rock on the edge of the water. His head was turned towards the sky, knees facing the water. As always, he looked beautiful. The waterfall itself was also beautiful, the water cascaded off of a cliff into the pool below, misting the group slightly.

“guys i’m hungry wanna head back?” Josh spoke up after a few minutes of silence. Everyone responded with ‘yeas’ gathering up their belongings slowly. The walk back was quiet, relishing in the earthy smell of the woods and fading light of the day. The backyard appeared quickly, and the grouped collectively plopped down on the couch.

“lets order pizza, Sam and Danny go get alcohol,” Josh suggested as he lay his head on Penny’s lap. She toyed with his hair, nodding along to his suggestion. Sam and Danny agreed, grabbing the keys to the Jeep and heading out, Jake ordered the pizza.

“alright mama, lets go make a big ass bonfire,” Josh said, reaching for her hand to lead her outside.

“alright loverboy,” She laughed.

Hey babes! this chapter felt so long, maybe because it took me so long to write lol.

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onceinabluehanguangjun · 4 years ago

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into you like a train (3/5)

warning: minor mention of a past injury

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The next day passed in silence.

No rambunctious man came knocking on the door and Lan Zhan took this as a sign that he could actually finish grading his papers. He sipped his tea and made sure he ate and kept his mind busy until night. He didn’t let himself think about Wei Ying until he was in bed again and his face wouldn’t leave Lan Zhan alone. He was good looking and kind and probably thought Lan Zhan was too weird to speak to.

Which was fine. Normal. It happened.

The day after that, though, Lan Zhan decided to go on a walk and attempt to enjoy himself since he would only be here for a couple more days. There were tons of paths around the cabin and the snow was beginning to melt, so it wasn’t as cold. He bundled up nonetheless and put in only one of his earbuds so he could still be aware of his surroundings.

It was going pretty well and he managed to feel relaxed despite the fact he was in the middle of nowhere. He supposed it helped that he’d met Wei Ying and learned how tight-knit this community was. It felt safe to wander around in. Which is the mindset he had up until he heard rustling in the trees and something rammed onto his leg before latching on.

His first instinct was to kick whatever it was away from him, but he thankfully had the foresight to look down first and managed to stop himself once he realized it was a child. Lan Zhan stared down at it as he caught his breath and the child stared back with wide, tearful eyes.

“What…” he trailed off, blinking down at it. Only that apparently didn’t sit well with the child because it immediately started crying. So much for relaxing.

He had about a full five seconds to worry about being accused of kidnapping before he heard another voice.

“A-Yuan!”

Within a few seconds, Wei Ying burst through the trees and skidded to a stop once he saw the child in question, catching his breath. He spared Lan Zhan a glance before he walked up and pried the child off his leg, hiking him onto his hip.

“What did I say about running off in the woods like that?” Wei Ying scolded.

“Don’t,” the child, A-Yuan, whined out. Wei Ying sighed and shook his head.

“Yeah, don’t, so don’t do it. You could run into a wolf that’ll snatch you up and steal you away and you’ll have to live in a cave and become a wolf yourself. Is that what you want, to become a little wolf-man?” Wei Ying told him, poking him in the stomach. A-Yuan gasped and dramatically hid his face in Wei Ying’s shoulder.

“No wolf!”

“Then don’t run away from me,” Wei Ying told him, “I should get you a leash.”

Lan Zhan blinked between the two, trying to make sense of it. Wei Ying, the drunken primary school teacher who makes pastries at the crack of dawn and goes grocery shopping for candy and energy drinks and spent hours with him a couple of nights prior, had a little boy. Was there anything this man could do that wouldn’t throw Lan Zhan off?

“I’m sorry, again, he gets excited when he sees animals in the woods and runs off sometimes,” Wei Ying said to him, laughing slightly. It wasn’t the big boisterous laughter from before though, it was a little uncomfortable. “I’m really ruining your vacation, aren’t I?”

Lan Zhan swallowed softly and thought about his brother’s words. Maybe it was fate. Maybe he wasn’t annoying him.

“No,” Lan Zhan said. Wei Ying blinked in surprise and then his smile broke out into the real thing.

“Good,” he said, carefully putting A-Yuan back down. He immediately latched onto Wei Ying’s leg and looked up at Lan Zhan with big, piercing eyes. Lan Zhan had never really been around children that little before, not since he was one. Even the kids he student taught were much older. “If it makes it any better, he only hugs the legs of people he likes. So at least we know he has taste.”

“He’s yours?” Lan Zhan asked despite his better judgment. Wei Ying put a hand on A-Yuan’s head and puffed out his chest dramatically.

“I gave birth to him,” Wei Ying said. Lan Zhan blinked and the other man divulged into laughter. “By proxy, of course.”

So he was married or perhaps had a girlfriend. That meant it didn’t matter whether Wei Ying was aesthetically pleasing or not. For some reason, that didn’t make Lan Zhan feel any better.

“Tall gege,” A-Yuan said, pointing up at Lan Zhan. Wei Ying grabbed his hand to stop him from pointing at him.

“Yes, very tall gege. Giant gege. Skyscraper gege,” Wei Ying said, winking at Lan Zhan as if they had some sort of inside joke, “Isn’t that right, Gege?”

Lan Zhan blinked and felt his ears grow warm, his hand clutching his phone a bit tighter at the tone of his voice. Wei Ying laughed, but he didn’t mention anything about Lan Zhan’s reaction if he noticed.

“Mn,” Lan Zhan hummed. Wei Ying smiled so brightly his eyes squinted and he scrunched up his nose. It was overwhelmingly cute in a way Lan Zhan had no idea how to handle.

“But let’s just call him Zhan-gege,” Wei Ying said. A-Yuan nodded. “Alright, well, I don’t want to bother you anymore and I promised this one lunch, so,” Wei Ying said, getting a better grip on A-Yuan’s hand so he couldn’t run away again, “It was nice seeing your face again, Lan Zhan.”

“Mn.”

Lan Zhan stayed still as Wei Ying went to walk away, but A-Yuan seemed to root himself into place with his eyes on Lan Zhan. It was a little awkward and disjointed, the two of them silent and just blinking at each other. Wei Ying snorted.

“A-Yuan, come on,” he said. A-Yuan looked up at him and then back to Lan Zhan and then looked back up to Wei Ying before waving at him to come down. Wei Ying smiled and crouched down, letting A-Yuan lean close to his ear.

“Zhan-gege’s all alone,” he not-so-quietly whispered. Lan Zhan instantly felt uncomfortable at that, but Wei Ying didn’t seem to think it was an accusation. He just rolled his eyes.

“Some people like taking walks alone,” Wei Ying explained, “Shushu does that all the time.”

A-Yuan looked back to Lan Zhan and then leaned to whisper again. “Zhan-gege eats lunch all alone?”

Wei Ying looked up to Lan Zhan for a moment. He seemed to be trying to say something with his eyes alone, but Lan Zhan didn’t know him well enough to translate.

“A-Yuan, let’s not bother him, okay?”

“But he needs a friend,” A-Yuan said, insisting like Wei Ying clearly wasn’t understanding. Lan Zhan was beginning to feel like this child was given a script directly by his big brother to guilt him into spending more time with Wei Ying.

Wei Ying sighed and stood up straight, looking at Lan Zhan. He looked so grown with A-Yuan there, it was a weird juxtaposition from the lively and childish man he’d seen every other time. It was intriguing.

“Feel free to say fuck off, but would you like to join us for lunch?” Wei Ying said, giving a small smile as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, “No hard feelings if you don’t want to, but I thought I’d ask.”

Lan Zhan swallowed softly and looked down to the little boy who was looking up at him with big, pleading eyes. He thought about Wei Ying saying how most of the children up here don’t venture down the mountain for most of their lives, they don’t meet new people very often. He thought about his own childhood, how his uncle had kept them under strict rules to keep them in line and kept them away from others, and how that probably led to him being so inept at social interaction. Maybe… Maybe he could convince himself he was helping.

“Okay,” Lan Zhan agreed. Wei Ying’s eyes widened and then he smiled, looking so completely and utterly thrilled. It made Lan Zhan’s stomach hurt, honestly. Just… not in a bad way.

“Ah, it’s A-Yuan’s little face, isn’t it? Hard to say no,” Wei Ying said, reaching down to squeeze A-Yuan’s face in his hand. “Well, let’s go.”

Lan Zhan awkwardly followed them, listening to them both talk like it was just easy to rattle off a conversation like that with no fear of rejection. A-Yuan would ask a question and Wei Ying would immediately have an answer, regardless of if it made sense or not.

“Baba, what’s that?”

“Ice, you know that.”

“Why?”

“Because the snow is melting.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s getting hotter.”

“Why?”

“Because the temperature is never the same, changes every day.”

“Why?”

“Climate change, probably.”

“Oh.”

Lan Zhan thought about when he was little and if his uncle had allowed him to ask why that much. He couldn’t imagine that he had, especially since unnecessary noise wasn’t allowed. A-Yuan clearly didn’t have that rule as he asked questions and, when he didn’t have anything to ask, he would hum a little song he made up as he led the way.

Wei Ying bobbed his head along to the song, approving of it and not scolding if it was off-key or annoying. He just let it happen. Lan Zhan immediately felt his heart clench as he thought that he was probably a very good father.

“Zhan-gege,” A-Yuan said, looking up to Lan Zhan all of the sudden. It scared him a little. What if he didn’t have answers like Wei Ying? “Do you know my song?”

“No, he doesn’t,” Wei Ying cut in.

“Shh, Baba, don’t interrupt big kids,” A-Yuan said, eyes wide as if he was truly scandalized. Wei Ying smiled and looked over to Lan Zhan, miming a zipper over his lips. “Zhan-gege?”

“Which one?” Lan Zhan asked slowly. A-Yuan took a deep breath and sang a little tune about the snow falling. Simple, childlike, wordy.

“And it hits the ground and it sticks to the grass and the trees and the stuff,” Wei Ying sang along, leaning towards Lan Zhan and nudging his shoulder. Lan Zhan’s face felt warm.

When A-Yuan finished, he looked up to Lan Zhan.

“I don’t know it,” he admitted, “But I can learn.”

A-Yuan nodded like that was a valid response which was exciting enough, but the look on Wei Ying’s face made Lan Zhan feel like he was short-circuiting. It was something that seemed to be sheer adoration and soft and warm and for him. It was too overwhelming and Lan Zhan turned his eyes to the ground.

“Zhan-gege,” A-Yuan continued.

“Mn?”

“Wanna see the snowman me and Baba made?” he asked. Lan Zhan looked at Wei Ying who was already pulling out his phone as if to find pictures.

“Sure.”

“Baba,” A-Yuan said, reaching up for his phone, “I can do it.”

“Oh, you can?” Wei Ying teased before handing it to him. They both watched as A-Yuan carefully held the phone and went to the pictures, finding it easily. “Guess you can.”

“Zhan-gege,” A-Yuan said again, reaching up to him with expectant, grabby hands.

Lan Zhan looked to Wei Ying for permission and he held his hands up like he wasn’t a part of the equation. A-Yuan continued to wait patiently to be picked up until Lan Zhan did his best to do just that. When Lan Zhan looked over to Wei Ying for approval, all he got was the man smiling forward and continuing his walk.

“See, look,” A-Yuan said, showing him the pictures of him with a snowman with a smile that seemed to be a direct imitation of Wei Ying’s.

“Mn.”

He slid to the next picture which was a selfie with Wei Ying, A-Yuan, and the snowman. A-Yuan started to tell him about it with a sea of breathy, disjointed sentences that only made a little bit of sense. Lan Zhan nodded along and it was enough. He was beginning to think that children were much easier to be around than adults. They didn’t require that much input.

Before Lan Zhan even knew it, they were towards the bottom of the mountain and at a little restaurant. It was a part of the same circle of shops that the tea house was and was probably a way for the people on the mountain to make money. A-Yuan pointed excitedly at a fish tank the moment they walked inside the restaurant.

“Zhan-gege, look!”

“I’ll get a table,” Wei Ying said, leaving Lan Zhan with a toddler on his arms and an allegedly mesmerizing fish tank. He tried not to be overwhelmed by that responsibility.

“Hi, fishy,” A-Yuan cooed, his voice soft as he reached out. Lan Zhan caught his hand before he could touch the glass.

“That scares them,” he explained. A-Yuan nodded thoughtfully.

“Sorry, fishy,” he not-so-quietly whispered, “Zhan-gege, Zhan-gege, Zhan-gege.”

“Hm?”

“What’s its name?”

“I’m not sure,” Lan Zhan answered honestly. A-Yuan pouted for a moment.

“Can I name them?” he asked. And Lan Zhan didn’t see why not.

By the time Wei Ying came to lead them to the table, they’d compiled the names Fluffy, Fire, and Fins for three of them. Fire (a bright orange goldfish) was only allowed to be said in an angry voice, of course. He was a little sad to say goodbye, but he waved at them nonetheless. And, yes, Lan Zhan was convinced that children were better than people at that point.

Lan Zhan put A-Yuan down in his chair and he sat politely, eyes focused on the screen of Wei Ying’s phone. He opened some game on it and was immediately entranced. Which left Lan Zhan to have to make conversation with Wei Ying.

“He likes you,” Wei Ying reiterated, smiling, “He’s usually shy.”

Lan Zhan didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said, tilting his head, “What do you like to eat? We’ve talked so much and I’ve never seen what you eat.”

Lan Zhan didn’t think they’d spoken that much all.

“I don’t eat meat,” Lan Zhan said softly, “But that’s my only restriction.”

“Ah, okay, okay, I can work with that!” he said excitedly, looking through the menu. Lan Zhan blinked and grabbed his own menu, carefully opening it. He wasn’t sure if Wei Ying was planning on finding him something or not.

And, honestly, it was a relief when Wei Ying did order for him and Lan Zhan didn’t have to worry about it.

“So, Lan Zhan, how do you like it here?” Wei Ying asked.

Lan Zhan thought about it for a moment. It was quiet and peaceful, which was good. The people, so far, were nice enough. All of his panicking so far was his own fault. Really, the only bad thing was that it wasn’t home.

“It’s nice.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought when I first moved here. I promise it grows on you a whole lot more the longer you stay. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” Wei Ying said decidedly, smiling as he looked over to his son. When his eyes came back to Lan Zhan, he leaned forward and made that face like they had an inside joke again. “Well, I’d like to travel more, but don’t tell him that.”

“Gusu is nice,” Lan Zhan said slowly, “Child friendly.”

Wei Ying raised an eyebrow and sat up straight. “Lan Zhan, is that an invitation?” Lan Zhan’s eyes drifted anywhere but at him, desperate to seem casual. It wasn’t an invitation. Or, at least, he didn’t think it was. “I’m teasing! Yes, I’ve been to Gusu, it’s nice. The liquor there is the best I’ve ever had.”

“I don’t drink,” Lan Zhan said. Wei Ying’s eyes widened a little and he laughed.

“Oh, then why did you put up with me?!” Wei Ying asked, laughing enough to get A-Yuan to look up at him, “You’re far too kind, Gege.”

Lan Zhan waited for a moment to try and gauge if the question was meant to be rhetorical or not. When Wei Ying didn’t say anything further, he decided it wouldn’t be terrible to answer either way.

“I didn’t want you to be cold,” he said‒if only because it sounded much better than saying he didn’t want him to die and freeze to the front door. For his part, Wei Ying smiled so wide his eyes formed little crescents and he gave that blissful little hum that made Lan Zhan feel at home.

It took Lan Zhan until the food came before he realized that probably wasn’t a good feeling to have for a man who was probably in a committed relationship with a son who also happened to live two hours away from his home.

And yet…

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, try this,” Wei Ying said, leaning over the table with a spoonful of whatever sort of congee he’d gotten. His fingertips touched the bottom of Lan Zhan’s chin and he found himself opening his mouth and letting Wei Ying give him a taste. It was strange and his eyes scanned the room once he sat back, expecting judging eyes to be on them. Instead, no one was phased. “Good?”

“Mn.”

“Baba, my turn,” A-Yuan said, opening his mouth wide. Wei Ying laughed softly and got a spoonful of A-Yuan’s own meal before shoveling it into his mouth carefully.

“Good, A-Yuan?”

“Mhm!” A-Yuan said, nodding as he did his best to chew with his mouth closed. Lan Zhan found himself grateful for that. He hated the sound of people eating.

“Try yours,” Wei Ying urged, eyes shining as he gave his attention back to Lan Zhan. The more he kept his attention on him, the more he found himself rather okay with it. Maybe even preferring it. That was strange.

Still, Lan Zhan looked at his own meal of what seemed to be primarily tofu and beans. It wasn’t too different from what he’d feed himself, maybe a bit more red-tinted than he’d typically choose. He grabbed his spoon to take a bite and‒

“Do you like it?” Wei Ying asked. Lan Zhan froze a bit as his mouth started burning. He swallowed it nonetheless, but he was sure he wasn’t subtle enough when he immediately grabbed his glass of water. Wei Ying just laughed. “There’s no way that’s spicier than mine!”

And maybe it wasn’t and Lan Zhan had simply been too distracted to notice that time.

“Let me try,” Wei Ying suggested, opening his mouth in a childish way that seemed to mimic A-Yuan more than anything. Lan Zhan, despite the burning in his mouth, found himself fighting a smile.

In the most out of character move he’d ever make in his life, Lan Zhan found himself taking a spoonful of his meal and feeding it to the man across the table. He was sure his face was on fire, but Wei Ying didn’t notice as he tilted his head left to right as he weighed if it was hotter than his or not.

“Hmmm,” Wei Ying hummed, “It’s definitely not hotter than mine, but, if it’s too hot, you can switch with A-Yuan.” Lan Zhan stared at him with a blank expression which just got Wei Ying laughing. “I’m teasing!”

“Zhan-gege,” A-Yuan called, reaching over with a spoonful of his food.

“Be careful,” Lan Zhan said mindlessly as he scooted the chair in a bit more so he wouldn’t fall, still taking the bite he was offered. A-Yuan smiled all bright and sweet. “It’s very good.”

When he looked back to Wei Ying, he got that soft little look again that made his heart beat a bit oddly in his chest. He turned his eyes down to his food so he didn’t have to focus on it.

“If it’s too hot, we can ask for something else,” Wei Ying offered. Lan Zhan shook his head. There were a lot of things he’d rather do than send his food back for something else, including skydiving or giving a speech in front of the entire country.

“I’m fine.”

“Okay,” Wei Ying said, voice teasing and sweet.

For the first time in his life, a meal wasn’t silent. Sure, Lan Huan had loud meals with his friends sometimes, but never ones that included him like this. A-Yuan and Wei Ying both kept him in conversation, a constant stream of ‘Gege’ all meant to make sure he knew he was being spoken to. It was better than going on a walk by himself.

Lan Zhan ended up paying despite protests from Wei Ying‒”I invited you!” “You paid for tea.” “That’s not at all the same amount of money as a meal for three!” “Mn. Too late.” “Lan Zhan!”‒and they left to head back home. A-Yuan was a bit quieter this time and Lan Zhan almost asked if something was wrong, but Wei Ying beat him to it.

“Come here,” Wei Ying told A-Yuan, crouching down in front of him. Lan Zhan watched as he used his sleeve to wipe his nose and then fixed his little scarf around him, tucking it into his jacket. “You want me to carry you?” A-Yuan shook his head which earned a raised eyebrow from Wei Ying. “You want to walk?”

“Zhan-gege,” A-Yuan said, holding his arms up to him.

“Eh, A-Yuan, let’s not bother Gege, okay? He carried you already,” Wei Ying said.

“I don’t mind,” Lan Zhan offered. Wei Ying looked up at him.

“Aiya, Lan Zhan, if you keep this up, how am I supposed to let you leave?” he teased. Lan Zhan decided any answer he had to that wouldn’t be a good one and instead just picked up A-Yuan. “You’re smiling again.”

Lan Zhan ignored him again, letting A-Yuan lay his head on his shoulder as he continued to walk. Wei Ying laughed and kept up the pace.

“Are we just going to Jiejie’s cabin?” Wei Ying asked. Lan Zhan looked at him over A-Yuan’s head.

“I can walk you home if you’d prefer.”

Wei Ying just smiled at him and shrugged. “Either way, I don’t mind. Whatever means I get to bother you longer.”

“You don’t bother me,” Lan Zhan said. I bother you, he didn’t say.

"I keep telling you, Lan Zhan, I'm very annoying," Wei Ying teased, though Lan Zhan was beginning to think they weren't jokes. Maybe they had more in common than he originally assumed.

"Mn, as am I."

"No, you're not, you're perfect," Wei Ying laughed. Lan Zhan kept his eyes forward.

"Then so are you."

Wei Ying took a deep breath, loud enough for Lan Zhan to notice, and let himself laugh it off. Again, Lan Zhan couldn’t help but notice how much his presence was a welcome one. In fact, he didn’t want him to leave. The only other person with who he’d felt so comfortable was his brother. It was strange.

Was this the way Lan Huan felt about everyone?

“Did he fall asleep that quickly?” Wei Ying asked softly, leaning close to check A-Yuan. Lan Zhan craned his neck to see he was indeed sound asleep, eyes closed and breaths even. The adoration Lan Zhan felt was only broken by the close proximity of Wei Ying’s breath on his jaw. “I can take him.”

“Wouldn’t that wake him?”

“Maybe, but he was just being a brat when he wanted you to carry him. Don’t feel obligated to,” Wei Ying insisted. Lan Zhan shrugged carefully.

“I don’t mind.”

Wei Ying’s fingers grazed his spine as he put some space between them again and A-Yuan’s presence was the only thing that kept Lan Zhan from shivering. It still covered his body in chills that didn’t make sense. He looked over to Wei Ying again and noticed the way the sun shined through the trees and seemed to capture him perfectly. Maybe aesthetically pleasing was too modest for him.

“Ah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying said, sighing loudly as he threw his arms out. Lan Zhan nearly shushed him so he wouldn’t wake A-Yuan, but the boy didn’t even stir and he had to assume he was accustomed to a father that spoke this much. “You are far too much.”

“Too much?” Lan Zhan asked carefully.

Wei Ying looked at him, exasperated almost. That almost sick feeling knotted in his stomach all over again.

“You watch over me when I get drunk and nearly ruin your vacation, you entertain me when I talk at you for hours, and now you’re entirely unphased and kind to my kid? I’m only one man, Lan Zhan, and you’re simply too good to be true,” Wei Ying stated. His tone of voice sounded like he was complaining, but his words and his smile told an entirely different story. Lan Zhan had no response.

“Mn.”

Wei Ying laughed that warm laugh of his and it led into a groan, his head tilting back. His face was flushed a deep red. This time, it was clear it had nothing to do with the cold or alcohol. Lan Zhan couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“What are you doing to me?” he asked. It was a question Lan Zhan was convinced was rhetorical. Wei Ying was in a relationship with a child and lived on his mountain that people never moved away from‒Lan Zhan had done nothing to mess with any of that. It wasn’t a real question.

So Lan Zhan didn’t answer and they finished their walk to the cabin.

Wei Ying used the key to unlock the door and Lan Zhan took A-Yuan to the bedroom without thought, laying him on the neatly made bed. He carefully moved the blankets to cover him up and Wei Ying grabbed the pillows to make a barricade between his son and the edge of the bed.

When they found themselves back in the main room, Lan Zhan found himself face to face with this man who was somehow both the most comforting and most anxiety-inducing man he’d ever met. Wei Ying stared right at him, not wavering from eye contact even a little. Lan Zhan waited for him to speak first.

“My adoptive mother doesn’t like me,” Wei Ying said. It came out of seemingly nowhere, but Lan Zhan stayed silent. “She’s convinced herself that her husband had an affair and that I’m the product of that affair, so she takes it out on me. Always has, probably always will no matter what. It’s fine. But… When I got a bit older, I learned it didn’t matter what I did because she would hate me no matter what. So I spiraled. Got kicked out of boarding schools, isolated myself, lost contact with my siblings, was just reckless and caused a lot of collateral damage. Got in a fight one night and Wen Ning tried to save my ass, but he got pushed and slammed his head on the edge of a concrete slab. He was unconscious for days because of brain swelling. And even then, he and his sister picked me up, dusted me off, brought me home, and helped me to get my shit together. I’m still trying to make up for the trouble I caused, but… Anyway, that’s why I was so drunk I couldn’t stand it. Anniversary of the day I nearly got my best friend killed, so, you know. Bad coping, whatever.”

Lan Zhan blinked a few times and he took in the words he was saying. Honestly, the drunk version of him didn’t seem like the type to get into fights. But, then again, maybe that spoke of his progress. He hadn’t seemed like that since he met him, either. He was kind and friendly and a good father.

“Date number two, so there’s your answer,” Wei Ying offered, voice a bit softer. It was only then that Lan Zhan realized he should’ve probably responded.

“Date number two?” Lan Zhan echoed instead of anything relevant. Namely, because every date he ever recalled had been uncomfortable and awkward and, so far, the two “dates” he’d had with Wei Ying had only gotten awkward when he realized they were dates. Wei Ying smiled and let out a breathy laugh, shrugging.

“Or something, I guess,” he said, still searching Lan Zhan’s face for something, “I stopped drinking every other night of the year, though, just so you know. And-and one day I plan to stop drinking on that day, just, so, like, you know you’re not getting into something toxic. If you want to get into something at all, that is. With me, I mean. Like, a thing.”

Wei Ying spoke a lot, often in circles, and yet that was the first time Lan Zhan hadn’t quite understood.

“I’m sorry?” he said.

“You still like me, right? That’s what I’m asking,” Wei Ying simplified. Lan Zhan found himself nodding before he could even really think too much about it. It earned him that bright smile as Wei Ying relaxed a bit more. “Good. Cool. Awesome.”

“Mn.”

Wei Ying stood there, his fingers tapping against his thighs as he looked at Lan Zhan. It was almost distracting, but, considering Lan Zhan’s sole focus was on him anyway, it didn’t really matter. Still, his eyes went to them, watching the way his hand moved. Did he do that before? Instinctually, Lan Zhan’s thumb rubbed between his fingers.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying said. Lan Zhan’s head lifted to look him in the eyes again, but he didn’t even get to see what his name was called for before lips were on his.

Lan Zhan had never been kissed before. He’d gotten close to it, but he usually stopped them with polite declines. This one, for some reason, he wasn’t so eager to decline. The whole process seemed to slow his brain down. Wei Ying’s lips were warm and comforting, similar to his voice and his laugh and his smile. It was fitting and safe and maybe Lan Huan was onto something when he tried to tell him how nice it was to have someone to kiss.

Wei Ying broke the kiss only a few moments after it started, keeping it chaste and experimental and it took a few seconds for Lan Zhan to open his eyes again. When he met his gaze, Wei Ying was smiling at him in the most hesitant way he’d seen since he met him.

“Was that alright?” Wei Ying asked. Lan Zhan nodded once before he remembered that there was a whole child right in the next room.

“Aren’t you married?” Lan Zhan asked. Wei Ying’s eyes widened in shock and confusion.

“What? Where did that even‒Oh, A-Yuan, no. No, no, no. I’m single. Very single. So single,” Wei Ying insisted, nervous laughter bubbling out of him, “Ah, Lan Zhan, I can’t believe you let me carry on that way thinking I was married, how shameless.”

Lan Zhan’s face grew hot at that, feeling a bit ashamed now that he thought about it. Perhaps he should ask that question earlier next time instead of letting what he thought was a married man insist they were going on dates. If there was a next time, that is. He didn’t really anticipate that happening considering it took so many years for Lan Zhan to even find this one person.

“He’s adopted. When I first moved here, I got really close to one of the older women who had lived upon this mountain her whole life. She raised A-Yuan, but when she died, I took him on full time. Sort of. It’s sort of a communal thing, really, but he calls me Baba and spends most nights sneaking into my bed, so he’s basically all mine,” Wei Ying explained, his normal teasing air coming back. He reached forward to nudge Lan Zhan, but kept his hand on his arm. “You’re silly.”

“I’m not‒”

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying laughed, his hand sliding down to Lan Zhan’s. He grabbed it and squeezed tight. Lan Zhan’s heart was slamming into his chest and his head was spinning and his stomach was tied in knots and yet he wanted none of it to stop. “Ask me anything and I’ll give you the answer. I’m sorry I confused you.”

Ask me anything, Wei Ying said. Lan Zhan swallowed as that sentence looped in his mind and he thought about, well, everything. Everything his brother told him, everything he’d read in stories and seen in movies, everything he’d never felt before, everything he’d convinced himself were lies. And yet here he was, wanting to kiss this man again simply because it felt nice. That was overwhelming and he decided he would think about it later instead.

Which, in itself was impressive.

“Can you kiss me again?” Lan Zhan asked instead of asking something about Wei Ying’s life. He’d learned a lot in the last few minutes, more than he’d learned in the many conversations he’d had with him before. He could take a break, couldn’t he?

Wei Ying smiled bright and nodded, leaning into him.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been waiting to hear that.”

#wangxian #wangxian fic #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wen yuan #the untamed #mdzs #my fic

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us, Part 20. (Fezco x fem!reader) - The Aftermath, Part 3. (Ending)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Inspired by Cinderella by the man of the greatest, Mac Miller for two reasons (and Talk by Khalid slightly in the end).

He truly is a great rapper in my opinion (and not because his life ended up so soon, sadly). I like the beats of his songs, the energy, they have thoughts in them (like Cinderella or Self Care).

Cinderella is a break-up song, but also, Mac says that he’s waiting for that girl no matter what.

Also, it should end up way different, but I was too sad, so I made it a bit sweeter. Still sad tho.

Warnings: Angst, ending of the series. You're gonna hate me, folks. Also a lot of Khalid mentions. And ma being right once again.

Word count: 4.1 K

Read the rest here, babe: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16 PART 17 PART 18 PART 19

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers, @analia-analia-analia

There's no such freedom as letting the bike ride down from the hill on its own, nothing is better than riding down with your ass up just as your hair flies around you and you close your eyes, smiling to the sun as songs rush through your earbuds.

For the first time in forever, you could feel happy and calm, a smile appearing on your lips basically on its own. The last few months were a fucking ride, you couldn't put it in other words. Your heart broke many times as you broke down in tears, sliding down leaning into the wall. There was a lot of screaming at your home, a lot of curse words falling down; from you and Fran, not from your parents.

She needs to go on rehab, your ma said when she saw you for the first time in hospital. There was no such terrible news for Christian parents than knowing that their child is a drug addict. Or a lesbian. They could somehow handle Fran like that problem kid, at least for the first time she got into a rehab, but when you ended up on a hospital bed for the first time as well, they were so disappointed.

Also at that moment, Fran was on the same hospital floor with recovering from cuttings under her neck, her ankles, and her palms. She was out. Sleeping. Fighting for her life. In the end, you couldn't blame your parents for their reactions. One of their kids ended up in the hospital, drugged and almost dead, and when the kid had finally woken up, the other one tried to kill themselves. It was just too much to take in.

Of course, you were forbidden to see Fezco when they learned what actually happened, or what occurred according to the witnesses. If they knew that the man with a red beard just appeared in the same room as you did, they would kill you both. Regardless of what happened, they made Fezco the bad guy, even if the police found him completely innocent. For further restricting the contact between you two, they even took your phone away.

Your man almost couldn't handle that shit - and he didn't even hear the worst part at that time. He sat by your side almost every evening since you were in a coma, holding your hand, sometimes even sleeping by your side - and when his little angel had finally woken up, he was restricted to see her.

Thank God, the teen-agers who were saving his ass have done a really good job - part of that was that Nate had got a good record with manipulating crimes and he was from a well-respected family. And the other part was done thanks to Jules, who took all his drug-dealing junk into her room until the situation got quiet. They were working to save him a good time and they knew that they would be able to manipulate a murder - which didn't mean that they would like to kill for business from that moment on (even if Rue persuaded that idea many times).

But in the end, Fezco wasn't arrested or rotting in jail, which made you happy. But even if he was legally cleansed, that didn't make a difference for your parents at all. He was a criminal - and he could damage your life and well-being.

Of course that as soon as they released you our of the hospital, and they also told that there's no need for rehab since you're not a junkie, you ran off in the night. It was a cold January night, it was snowing and the roads and pavements were covered in a thin layer of ice.

As soon as your lips touched his, your body started to undress before you even realized any of it. There was no need for words. You only needed him and his dick. You slowly realized that you're naked when his warm skin pressed on yours and started to heat it. The truth was that you only barely realized what you were doing as you felt all those things after a few months. You wished for his taste never leaving your lips, for his skin to warm you until the day was over and to smell him when you close your eyes.

Fezco wanted to make you feel love and to make you feel like a princess, yet it didn't end up like that at all. It was passionate, it was almost violent at whiles. You started on the bed and when he was finally naked, you somehow ended up on all fours, ass up for him, yelling to the floor as you felt the skin on your knees burning.

He always told you that you look like a beautiful, tender angel. That night was somehow different - you wanted and needed to be broken by him. Fez basically destroyed you that night - just as you mesmerized him by slow, tender lovemaking - you rode him like he loved to and to feel you after such a long time was like a dream coming true. Unreal.

When it was all done, you laid down in his bed, holding him just as if he belonged to you - your hand around his hips, your leg entwined between his thighs with your forehead on his chest. You felt safe. But you know that it wasn't for too long.

"I heard rumors." - Fez started slowly, drawing circles on your naked shoulder, kissing the top of your head.

"Oh yeah?" - You wondered with a low chuckle, kissing the small sweet spot between his flat breasts. - "What did you hear? Do you want to share with the class?" - You mumbled as you continued up to below the line of his beard, your hand slowly traveling down, thinking of round three.

"About you movin' out of da town." - Fezco whispered, watching you with his blue eyes. He was... Hurt. And about to cry. Which mad you inclined to crying as well. It was like an instant connection.

"I am afraid... That those aren't only rumors, Fez." - You sighed. The man under your body just shifted for a second before he closed his eyes as he smoothed his face with his fingers. - "I need to. My parents want me to. And they wouldn't leave me alone."

"When ya leavin'?" - Fezco gently pushed you on his body, leaning his head down to kiss you.

"On Monday." - You mumbled to his lips and felt, how he tensed. And practically pushed his lips off yours. - "I have already packed everything."

"And when you planned on tellin' me? Huh? A short call at a gas station?" - He got up from the bed, taking some underwear on, leaving you naked between the blankets. Everything inside you strangely hurt, it felt like if you let your man down, because he wasn't even able to look in your direction.

At that moment, he didn't think about loving you like anybody else on the whole planet, he just thought about you being gone from his day-to-day life in just two days from that night. That just wasn't fair - how could someone love somebody else so much only to let them go?

“Fezco, you know that it's not like that.” - You sat, covering your own body with a blanket. You felt as tears slowly crept into your eyes. - “You know how complicated my life is right now. You do.”

“Whatever, man.” - He leaned his palms into one of the cabinets in his room, looking into the mirror as you dressed up. You felt the need to leave immediately. Before knocking on his door, you were willing to give him both the nights that were remaining to you in the town. Now, you just wanted to get away from that place.

And so you did. And didn't come back after that, not hearing a single word from Fez again. You took it as a break-up. He hadn't tried to contact you after that one last passionate night. It felt cold. So you acted cold as well, you didn't stealthy left your room or went to his and Ash’s gas station. And it hurt like hell; it hurt so much that you only laid in your bed and cried until you fell asleep, not leaving your room for food or toilette.

And this time, you hadn't got Fran by your side to tell you that you will do just fine - with Fez or without him.

Rue and Jules came to visit you just before it was your time to leave, both of them were crying like hell. Rue held you for a ridiculous amount of time, so tightly that you giggled. Then you sat at your room, a rap song playing from Jules’ phone.

“We’ll miss ya, idiot.” - Rue said and nuzzled her head into your upper thigh so you could massage her scalp.

“If you can behave and you will stay clean, you can come to visit me to Minnesota on spring break.” - You smoothed her cheek with a small smile. - “Granny has a place for all of us there. It will be fun because Minnesota is beautiful.”

“Yeah, I heard somewhere that its wilderness is great. We can go hiking.” - Jules exclaimed happily, holding your other hand.

“Only if missy here on my lap will stay clean. Can you promise that?” - You asked the beauty on your lap and she nodded lazily with her eyes closed and a sad face, she was smelling you, so she remembered your favorite perfume or antiperspirant.

“Anything new about Fez?” - You mumbled with a sigh.

“He’s still refusing to speak with us. He tries to get me clean again and I think that we are remindin’ his ass of ya. You know that it still means that he loves ya?” - Rue played with your fingers childishly. Of course, he was in love with you - because you still couldn't get him out of your head or heart as well.

The question was if you will be ever able to forgive him. Everything was screaming his name to you - like the small things on your bedside table, an empty frame where your photo used to be, weird hoodies that reminded you of his style, that tone of his voice whispering you dirty little jokes whispered to your ear, him making you laugh whenever he felt you're stressed that you could hear in any song you’ve listened to, his smile and blue eyes in the color of the sky. No. No, you knew you could hardly move on from that intense relationship. And even if you eventually do, there will be a part of you still in love with that man.

No other boy will ever take your panties off, damped as hell, the way Fezco did. Nobody brews coffee the way he did and nobody else will watch you perform concerts only in your lacy bra and bathrobe.

“He will be fine. He always is. Let him take his time.” - You nodded, crying again, but smiling at Rue sadly.

“And about ya?” - Rue asked seriously and you just looked away. After that, Jules changed the topic fast, because she knew that you're about to scream in frustration.

One thing was crossing your mind again and again - why people who are the closest to be actual angels are the most corrupted ones? You took a good look at Rue, the girl with heart of gold - a drug addict, irresponsible woman with OCD, ADD and so many shits to add to the stock. Jules, such an incredible sweet - also a kind of slut for older men. Fezco, literally the best boy you have ever met and basically the love of your life - a dropout highschooler and a dealer who killed a person.

The people around you were the literal angels - and the most fucked up of all people youve ever met and you knew that you will never meet anyone like them in your life.

So naturally, when it came to saying goodbye, there were so many tears that it couldn't be counted. Rue was telling you dumb jokes and promised to send you letters every once a while, Cal couldn't even speak in his terms because he was sobbing so much and Jules... She was just sadly smiling at you and even if she wasn't crying at all, you could feel that she is sad.

But you only laughed when your ma started the engine and Jules and Rue followed you on their bikes until the Hope you'll come to visit you again and you only could laugh because they were yelling stuff at you the whole way while you were leaning from the window and looking at them.

When you left the town, you closed the window, seeing those two still watching your car disappear. You sighed and started to play with the few rings you had on both hands.

“How you're doing?” - Your ma asked silently. You disappointed her really bad, but you were still her daughter and you knew that sooner or later, she will start trusting you again. But you also knew that you needed to take small steps at a time. Same with dad. You fucked up, that was for sure - but there was still a comparison to Fran, so your fucking-up bar wasn't as high, you thought to yourself.

“I'm doing just fine.” - You said quietly, not looking at her. - “Thanks for your concern.”

“Y/N, stop acting like Fran. This is...-” - Your ma gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. - “For the sake of my own health and well being, I know, I know. How I said, thanks for your concern.”

“Look, I know that this whole attitude thing is about Fez. And I get it, totally.” - She started quietly. That was when you turned off the radio and turned your face to her a bit.

“He isn't a bad person and you know that.” - You mumbled with the breaking of your heart being pressed into every letter of that sentence.

“And if I remember correctly, I and neither your father ever told that. Never. Not even once.” - She sighed and after a long time, she started speaking again. - “He is a wonderful man when we are speaking about his character only. All I needed to know is that he makes my daughter happy and that he is honest and serious with her. And I swear to God that I've never seen anyone looking at someone else like when he watched every move you ever made. I liked having him over for dinner or movie marathons. He was kind to me and nice under any circumstances. Fezco is a good, loyal and loving person.” - She told you. You were sitting there like a hot pile of shit, looking in front of you without any word coming to your tongue.

“And I know you left your room on Friday and I am not dumb. But you two needed to talk to each other for the last time. I needed you to do it, because it doesn't matter if he is a nice guy or not when he shot a guy with a gun, regardless it was self-defense or not. A mother doesn't want to see her child with a man like that.” - She stopped the car on the right side of the road and she watched as your cheeks have filled with tears. But she didn't stop the engine.

“And I know that if you want, you can just be with him again when you are an adult. But I think that now it just isn't your time to be together - things happened to him, thing happened to you and... I know it hurts, baby. I know. But give it some time. Let both your lives settle down, grow up a bit, grow as a person and someday, maybe, if you want, you can save the man you're so blatantly in love with now.” - Your ma took your hand to her palm and kissed it slowly, letting you cry.

She was right, just as always. You’ve done wrong - but just as you did, he did too. And she did even know that if you would want to continue the relationship in the future, you could and she couldn't stop. But this was her way of making you stop for a while, so you could get out of Fezcos drug world she didn't even know about.

“We have broken up... The night I have sneaked out of my window.” - You confessed quietly and she just closed her eyes and exhaled out loud. Your ma was the wisest woman you have ever met. She did antagonize Fezco - but on the other hand, she was able to tell that he has a kind heart and that the relationship you had was an unusually strong one for the first one in your romantical life, at least openly.

She even liked that boy. He helped with the dishes, laughed at her dumb jokes and brought her some nice pieces of dishes and flowers when he had an opportunity. Naturally, she was a little sad that you called your romance off. Or, more likely, he called it off.

“You will be fine, baby. You will do just great.” - She promised and kissed your forehead. She was mad at you most of the time - but the mother does nurse their children when something happens. Plus, you already showed the will to turn the things around.

Even if it was without an internet connection and extremely far away from your own home, you loved your granny’s big house in Minnesota. It was a big and old one and you loved spending time there since you were small. It was kind of a bummer to start school all over again without anybody, but you managed.

Your mom got you a new phone number and made sure to give it to Leslie and to Jules’ dad, so they could call you from time to time when you weren’t doing anything at the moment. The town was pretty small and you knew most of the people - but nobody knew the true reason why you moved there. They were glad for you nonetheless.

You found new friends sooner or later and one day, while you’ve been sitting at a coffee, waiting for your studying partner, you’ve hidden all the photos and stories you had with Fezco on Instagram. It felt strange, yet the memories in photos of you and Rue, Leslie, Gia, Jules, and other girls made you genuinely laugh.

In this town, you had a good reputation - you were a pretty good student, the nice person helping on local events for children. To say at least, you’ve been good.

And just as Rue promised, she wrote you letter every two weeks. She bragged herself about being clean so she could visit you with Jules - she also wrote the number big and colorful, so you couldn't miss it at all.

Over time, small notes were delivered in the letter for you - for example, a polaroid of your and Fezco’s favorite restaurant and when you turned it, there was Do ya remember? written in big letters.

For the first few times, you thought of Rue doing weird Rue shit - but over the time, the photos got more and more intimate - the place where you sat and made love under the stars, the pool where it all has started, a small spot on the counter in his shop which you marked as yours with a heart drawn with a glitter pen. Later, you started a small collection and you were smiling every time youve opened up the book to save another polaroid there. It was like he was speaking to you with small sentences like I remember everything or This place ain't da same without ya singin’ Talk (*by Kalid, author’s notes) and the sweetest was when you received a photo of his bed with This space empty without ya, just like ma heart.

And that’s what got you to that one April afternoon where you drove the hill on your bike, listening to some good old Khalid, as you did with Rue. Thanks to her, you knew a few of his songs by your heart. Rue loved him.

Just as you entered the house, you kissed your grandma on her cheeks and went to your room to clean up your things. The phone was laying on your bed and still playing songs when it started to vibrate and play the ring bell tone.

You were surprised - it was neither Rue or Jules, Fran was calling from rehab every Wednesday, ma called on Friday. When you read the number, your brain recognized it as if someone snapped next to your ear. You got anxious and you almost threw up - you never tried calling him, you weren't seeking photos of him or exactly threw up yourself in self-pity and melancholy, only the first week you’ve been in Minnesota was like that.

Did you want to hear Fezco actually? Wouldn’t it just hurt you more? You knew how cold he was when you told him that you’re leaving... Three months ago. But since then, he was slowly making you fond of those memories you had with him. He was apologizing in his very own way.

But the true question was if you were ready to hear him again. You were nervous, sweaty, shaking like hell. The first call fell into a black screen and you exhaled slowly. No, you weren’t. You definitely weren’t.

Just as you threw the phone back on your bed so you could continue with the stuff you had to have done, it started to ring again. You closed your eyes, leaning into the wall. So Fezco was serious with the call? It made you only more anxious and angry. He was acting like such a douche the last time you’ve seen him and even if he took you cute polaroids, he didn't even apologize.

That evening was mostly Fran’s fault, yes, but he technically shot Mouse down. And he did so for a good reason - Mouse was scared that you will disclose their location to the police. You could be the corpse. But exactly was also a reason why you had to leave. And he didn't exactly have the decency to neither explain himself or say sorry.

You were basically sure that you are done with him - backing up all those photos you had so you still had them, but not in your gallery, archiving every post on socials you had with him. You guessed that you weren't simply a thing anymore.

And you even tried to date a guy in Minnesota. But just the way he held your hand didn't feel right. Fezco always held it like if you were a princess, gently playing with all the ring it had, kissing your knuckles or fingertips while he was bored or listening to what you were saying. And the way Minnesota boy was kissing? N O W A Y. It wasn't right at all. His clothes weren't as cozy as Fezco’s, he didn't smell as good as your former boyfriend did. He didn't touch you so you would feel like a goddess - that was a no-no situation for you.

And you realized that Fez might have set the standard bar for other boys who tried to win you for themselves too high. He truly was spoiling you with every look and every touch.

But that didn't mean you would just run to him when he calls you like a dog. He was doing some fucked-up things and you acknowledged that especially since you weren't mesmerized by him every day.

So you told yourself that if he calls you for the third time in a row, you will pick the phone up no matter what. No matter how angry or nervous you would be. The second ringtone ended and you watched the screen with anticipation. The phone was silent for a minute, then for two, three... You sighed and shook your head.

“Y/N! Dear! Can you come and help me out here with something?” - Your granny screamed at you from the first floor. You slowly went to the door, still glued to the screen of your phone as you held the door in your hand. You almost closed it, but it rang again - and to your surprise, a big smile grew on your lips as you went to pick it up.

“Gimme five minutes, grandma!” - You yelled back at her and sat down on your bed.

And you picked up.

FIN

#mount everest ain't got shit on us #hbo euphoria #rehab #rue bennett #fezco euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco x fem!reader #here we go again #the last part #I will miss it tbh #jules vaughn #drug addition

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Anything But Mine (d.s.) - Chapter Three

A/N i was too excited to wait to post another chapter so here you go 😳 the drama is just getting started....

Wednesday, September 4th, 2019

Florence struggled to bring the many bags into the building, the walk from the grocery store tedious. It was nearly 9pm on a Wednesday evening, a late time for grocery shopping but it was the only time Matt was home to watch Clementine. Shopping took longer than usual as she took this extra time to herself than she usually didn’t get.

She cleaned herself up a bit in the elevator mirror on the way to the 25th floor. The hallway was silent except for her soft footsteps on the hardwood.

Florence could hear the crying from the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath, she unlocked the door and walked inside. Clementine was screaming from her room and Florence poked her head in after leaving the bags in the foyer. The baby was all by herself.

"Oh, sweetheart." Florence sighed, reaching into the crib and picking up the eight-month-old, cradling her to her chest. She walked out of the nursery and farther into the apartment, carrying some of the grocery bags. Matt was sat on the couch, headphones in and feet up on the coffee table. The multiple open beer bottles on the table made Florence stop in her tracks. Matt looked up at her and pulled one earbud out.

"What are you doing?" Florence asked cautiously.

"An essay." Matt answered like it should have been obvious, gesturing to his laptop that was on his lap.

"Were you aware the baby was screaming for God knows how long?" Florence asked.

Matt took a sip from the bottle in his hand, looking between her and the sniffling baby in her arms, "No."

Florence scoffed, walking across the room to set Clementine in the playpen and gave her the pacifier from the coffee table. The young mother then stood back up and looked back over at Matt. He had both earbuds back in and was typing away.

"Matt." She called, crossing her arms.

No answer.

"Matthew." Florence said louder.

When he didn't answer again, she resorted to collecting the bottles from the table and taking them to the kitchen.

"I’ll have another one, babe." He shouted, still clearly having his earbuds in. Florence walked briskly across the small condo and snatched it from his outstretched hand. Her aggressiveness made him turn, watching her rinse and throw out the bottles from over the back of the couch. "What's with you?"

"You shouldn't have to ask." Florence rolled her eyes, bringing the rest of the groceries to the kitchen counter.

"None of this female-guilt avoiding-the-question bullshit." Matt slurred, running a hand through his hair. Florence bit her tongue. A silence fell over them as Florence put the groceries away. Still guessing what she was upset about, Matt continued, "I had work to do, Florence."

"Yeah. And I don't. I gave up any sort of future to raise our daughter. I leave her with you for an hour to have some sliver of responsibility in your life and you sit here drunk off your ass and letting her scream her lungs out." Florence blurted out, closing the fridge door harder than intended.

"Wow." Matt scoffed. "I was doing that self-soothing technique."

"We both know that's bullshit." Florence jabbed, folding the empty bags and putting them under the counter.

"And I'm allowed a beer when I want one." Matt continued.

"Not when you're alone with the baby!" Florence raised her voice.

"She was asleep. I just went down the street."

The silence that fell after those words left his mouth was deafening.

"You left her here alone?" Florence spoke slowly through her teeth.

"She was asleep! Chill out!" Matt said defensively.

"How stupid are you?!" Florence yelled, both her hands gripping her hair.

"She's a baby! What's she going to do? Throw a party?!" Matt laughed.

Florence simply gaped at him. The anger that was coursing through her veins made forming sentences virtually impossible. The fact that it was humorous to him made it that much more aggravating.

"I can't even look at you right now." Florence finally mumbled and walked briskly over to where Clementine was sat in her playpen. She picked up the baby and carried her into the master bedroom. The bedsheets were a mess and Florence grumbled under her breath as she sat the baby down and went to get herself into her pyjamas. The clean laundry basket was sat on the chair in the corner of the room and Florence walked over to find some clothes. An army green jacket was laying on the top. Frowning, Florence picked it up and turned it around in her hands. It didn't look familiar. It definitely wasn't hers and the feminine form of the jacket meant it wasn't Matt's either. Florence turned on her heel, scooping up the baby on her way to the door. The moment she was in the living room, she threw the jacket at the boy, almost knocking his laptop to the floor.

"What the fuck." He grumbled.

"Exactly what I'm thinking." Florence snapped. "Who's jacket is that?"

Matt glared at her before picking it up from the ground, "Isn't it yours?"

"No, it's not mine." Florence felt tears welling in her eyes again.

"Flora-"

"I swear to God, Matt." Florence said through her teeth, the forming tears making her voice start to shake, "If you brought a girl home when I was out."

"It's not like that." Matt said quickly, shutting his laptop and moving to sit on the edge of the couch.

"You told me you were done with this shit." Florence whispered, hiking the 18 pound baby to a more comfortable position on her hip. Clementine curled into her tiredly.

Matt got up and stalked to the kitchen. Florence followed quickly.

"I want you to answer me, Matt. Where is the jacket from?" she tried again.

Matt sighed, pulling out another beer from the fridge but ignored her.

"I'm putting our daughter to bed and when I get back you better be ready to talk." Florence ordered, walking briskly down the hallway. She heard the hiss of the bottle opening just before she closed the nursery door. Clementine was laid down and tucked in with her favourite blanket. Florence waited with her until she fell asleep.

The nineteen-year-old was tense and emotional and scared out of her wits. She had forced herself to trust him again and if he threw that all away; Florence didn't know what would happen. The place was silent as Florence headed back down the hallway. Matt was back on the couch, sipping slowly from the clear bottle of Corona. Florence could never look at navy and gold the same way after him. The TV was on and he was watching some late night show, chuckling quietly to himself. Florence turned it off, taking stance in front of the entertainment set with arms crossed.

"You need to calm down." Matt spoke slowly, leaning forward so his forearms were rested on his thighs.

"I need you to be honest with me." Florence retorted. Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair, staring at the ground. "Why did you come running back to me if you were just going to keep hurting me?"

"I didn't want to keep hurting you." Matt mumbled.

Florence chuckled humourlessly.

"It was an accident." Matt continued.

"You left our 8-month-old child alone for God knows how long while you got drunk and brought home some random bitch off the street. How in the world is that an accident?"

"She was an accident! Our stupid kid! You think I would still be here if she didn't exist?!" Matt yelled suddenly, throwing his arms out. Some of his drink sloshed onto the carpet. Florence was taken back. "I didn't want to be a complete dick to you and fucking dip out when I knocked you up."

Florence stayed silent, his outburst taking her by complete surprise.

"I don't know why you're so obsessed with the idea of us! There was hardly an us anyway!" Matt scoffed. "You were too damn naïve to wrap your head around the fact that I was literally using you for an easy fuck."

A small gasp fell from Florence's lips at his blatant words.

"That's what made it so easy to go along with my friends’ idea to ruin your annoying brother's damn life. Obviously, he'd hate it for one of us to get with you. That's exactly what we did. What I did. It was a win-win really; Callum got fucked over and I got fucked. Until you had to go get attached. And pregnant. Making everything so much more complicated."

The tears that she had been holding finally fell, a soft sob leaving her trembling lips. Matt paused to take a long sip of his drink. He let his gaze drift to the floor as he licked his lips free of the bitter taste of alcohol. When he looked back up at her, his blue eyes sent violent shivers down her arms. She was staring into the eyes of a stranger.

"You were too fucking sweet for your own good." He chuckled, shaking his head. "And I saw what my father did to my mum when he up and left when I was five. I didn't want to be that guy but I can't do this."

Matt gestured around the room.

"I can't pretend that I want to be a father. That I enjoy being woken up every two fucking hours every single night."

Florence opened her mouth to retort her own failed desires but nothing came out.

"I can't pretend that I love you! I don't. Okay? I don’t."

The girl's quiet sob filled the momentary silence.

"I can't go the rest of my life playing this…this game. This game of 'house' where everything is perfect. Get your head out of the clouds and start facing reality. I'm nineteen and I cannot just sit here and accept that I peaked in high school!"

"Why even come back?" Florence finally spoke through her teeth, her cheeks red with anger and emotion, her words stumbling through sobs. "You should have just stayed away when I told you I was pregnant in the first place. What were you trying to prove by coming back?"

"I thought there was something there. I didn't want to be a dick. I wanted it all to work out in the end too. But I can't keep going like this when there is nothing here. Hannah was right…you never liked me; you just liked the idea of me. Of having a happy family who acted like they loved you."

Florence was stunned into silence again, her heart pounding in her ears at the mention of his high school girlfriend. The same high school girl friend that he kept running back to over and over again despite her poor treatment of him, leaving Florence as his constant second choice.

"Hannah?" she repeated, fists balled at her sides.

"Shit." Matt exhaled rubbing his hands over his face.

"Is that who was here?" Florence spoke slowly.

"Only for like an hour." Matt assured her quickly.

"I don’t fucking care if it was for 2 minutes!" Florence snapped. "You know how I feel about her and all the shit she's put both of us through."

"She's not that bad."

Tense silence fell between them again.

"Did she touch Clementine?" Florence asked sharply.

Matt’s hesitation was her answer.

"Oh my God." Florence groaned, setting her hands on her hips. "Did you sleep with her?"

Matt's guilty gaze rose to meet Florence's stone-cold demeanor. His look made her laugh humourlessly, tears still dripping down her cheeks.

"Get the fuck out." She hissed.

"What?" Matt gaped.

"Get out of my apartment."

"Your apartment?! I'm the one who put the down payment in!"

"I don't give a shit about that!" Florence shouted. "You clearly don't either!"

"Oh, come on." Matt stood up and tried to reach for her. She snatched her arm away before he got to her.

"I wish we were never paired up for that stupid history project. I wish I never had to look at your face! I wish I never let myself get attached!" Florence's voice cracked through her loud, emotion filled volume. "If I mean fuck all to you then you should just go!" Florence turned and went into the bedroom, ripping open drawers and throwing all of his things onto the floor. He appeared in the doorway, eyes wide at the scene in front of him. The suitcase was finally pulled from the closet and she started stuffing random things into it.

"Stop! What the fuck." Matt grabbed her arm. She shoved him back.

"You do not want to touch me right now." Florence glared darkly at him. Matt took a small step back, any emotion fading from his face. Florence worked quickly, shutting him down every time he tried to speak. Finally, the suitcase was zipped up and she virtually threw it at him.

Back in the living room, she grabbed the jacket from the couch and shoved it into his arms, "Don't forget the bitch's jacket."

"Florence-" Matt tried again. "Listen to me-"

She turned him for the door and pushed him down the hallway.

"I want to know you'll be okay."

"Don't kid yourself, Matt. You don't care." Florence scoffed, stopping with her hand on the door handle. "You know, it hasn't been rainbows and flowers for me either. You're always blaming things on me; how I was the one who screwed up your life. You're the one who lies over and over and over again, who drinks until daybreak, and walks all over me like I’m dirt, and I cannot live like this. It's absolutely suffocating!"

"If you want me to go, I won't come back. Ever."

"It's what you want so badly. You don’t want to be here. Why should I make you stay?" her voice was laced with hatred and emotion, "You so desperately want to leave," Florence opened the door and gesturing towards the elevators of the condominium building, "So leave."

Matt looked between the elevators and her like he was about to walk the plank. Florence's entire body was trembling, tears streaks and smudged mascara staining her cheeks. Her heart ached terribly; like no pain she had ever experienced before. Part of her was hoping Matt wouldn't go, that he would say it was all a joke and take her into his arms and kiss her pain away. But with a single motion, he had grabbed his car keys from the table next to the door and was heading down the hallway towards the elevators.

The second Florence closed the door behind him, she crumpled to the ground in tears, crying loudly into her palm. Her breaths came shallow and fast, her heart working overtime like it was the only thing keeping her alive. All of what used to be her happy memories flashed through her mind like a slideshow. Every smile shared across the history classroom, the secret kisses in the stairwell, the sunny and silent March afternoon when she gave him her virginity. Every secret she shared with him, every warm hug, every tear shed. It was all too much. It was all lies and she couldn't seem to admit that to herself. Every time he touched her, it was fake. Every word he spoke, it was planned. Every time he told her he loved her, it was a lie. Florence felt dirty, scratching at her skin to rid herself of the tainted memories.

Her body trembled with adrenaline, uncontrollable sobs racking through her chest. The laminate floor was cold against her hot skin, making her shivers that much more intense. When she paused enough to exhale, she heard a loud cry from the nursery. Florence got on her hands and knees and crawled to the door, her limbs too weak to hold her up. One look at those baby blue eyes through the grate of the crib and Florence let out another sob again.

How was she supposed to raise a child on her own? A child who looked just like Matt of all things. Clementine cried in her crib, while her mother sat against the wall across the room, sobbing into her knees. Long minutes passed before Florence composed herself enough to reach into her back pocket and take out her phone. The cellphone shook in her hands as her body trembled but she texted the only person she knew would answer.

You were right

Florence didn’t know how much time had passed - it felt like decades although it was barely 15 minutes - before she heard the sound of the key in the front lock. The sight of Daniel in the nursery doorway sent a wave of relief through her but allowed another sob to fall from her lips. It looked like he had been woken up, his usually styled hair matted down over his forehead and his stylish ensemble down to a grey hoodie and black jeans. Daniel took the few strides across the room and bent down next to her, pulling her into his chest. His arms wrapped around her body and held her tightly.

“I’m sorry!” Florence cried, her voice breaking.

“Don’t you dare apologize.” Daniel whispered, his soft voice wrapping itself around her heart, a nice alternative to the yelling that had happened prior. He let her cry into his sweater, rubbing her back soothingly.

“You were right!” Florence stammered, her words blubbery and choked back. “You were so right and I didn’t listen. I’m so stupid!”

“You’re not stupid.” Daniel tucked her hair behind her ear and lifted her chin to look at her. “He’s stupid. A stupid, mess of a boy to ever think it’s okay to make you cry like this.”

“He’s gone!” Florence cried. “He’s gone and I let him go and he’s not coming back!”

Daniel stopped when he heard that. His silence made Florence cry harder and curled into him like he was her lifeline, gripping his grey hoodie in her trembling fists. Her inhales were jagged and messy, the distraught 19-year-old basically choking over each breath.

“Breathe.” Daniel whispered, petting her hair back. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

He eyed the baby across the room who was sitting up in her crib and crying loudly as well. Daniel sighed, looking between the two, wondering what on earth had to have happened to leave them in such a state.

Florence tried focusing on the soft patterns he was drawing down her back, her tired body finally starting to give up its fight. Still trembling, her crying started to quiet down.

“There you go.” Daniel smiled down at her. He let her breathe a moment before he slowly got up from the floor and picked up Clementine from her crib. The screaming baby didn’t quiet down, even has he held her lovingly. He sat back down next to Florence, Clementine placed on his lap.

“I can’t look at her, Dani.” Florence cried, inhaling sharply. “She’s all him. I can’t even look at her!”

“Come on, now.” Daniel reached around the baby and held Florence’s hand in his. “You two need each other right now.”

“I can’t!” Florence’s voice broke through a sob, making the baby cry louder.

Daniel rocked Clementine gently, getting her to quiet down a little.

Florence continued, “How am I supposed to do this?! How am I supposed to look at her every day?! I-I-I worked so hard to prepare myself to do this alone and I was so ready and then he came in and-and convinced me that he would help me and support us and within one hour that’s all gone. His promises and my strength and my walls. He’s gone and all I have left is his face staring at me from that crib. She doesn’t even look like me! All I see is him in her all the fucking time!”

“She does look like you! So much!” Daniel said, squeezing her hand. “Look,” Daniel wiped the tears from Clementine’s chubby cheeks before gently pressing the tip of his index finger to her nose, “this is your nose. How it turns up a bit at the end? See?”

Florence only hiccupped in response, waiting for him to continue.

“And her hair, look at all that soft blonde hair.” Daniel chuckled, peering over at the young mother. Florence barely mustered a smile in return.

“And her eyes-“

“She has his eyes.” Florence interrupted, her voice low.

“Her eyes are too green to be his.” Daniel whispered. “He had grey eyes. Boring grey eyes; but yours,” he looked up to meet Florence’s solemn gaze, “yours are a gorgeous shade of blue and green.”

Silence fell over them, the space between them limited against the pastel pink painted wall. Florence’s hand slowly moved to the side of his face, feeling the ends of his messy brown hair against her fingertips and his soft skin under her palm. Her gaze fell to his lips, pink and tempting. As if sensing her thoughts, Daniel looked away, focussing on the crying baby in his arms.

“We have to get her down.” Daniel said, his voice low, barely audible.

Florence dropped her hand to her lap, lolling her head back against the wall with a sigh. Her eyes closed gently and she took long, deep breaths.

“You need to go to bed too.” Daniel smiled softly, setting his hand on top of hers. “You go and get into bed and I’ll pop in before I leave.”

“Please don’t go.” Florence said quickly, opening her eyes and turning to him again.

“Alright. I can stay.” Daniel nodded once. He pulled Clementine higher against his chest, one arm under her bottom and the other securely on her back. He got to his feet and Florence followed, holding onto the wall to catch her bearings before silently making her way out the door. Clementine’s cries became muffled as Florence reached her bedroom and closed the door behind her. The sheets were almost thrown off the bed, the drawers still hanging open, and the closets’ belongings spilling out onto the floor. With not a lot of energy left, Florence pulled the sheets back onto the bed and stripped out of her day clothes, changing them for a t-shirt and a pair of underwear. The expensive mattress felt like a mound of bricks to her as she laid down and stared at the ceiling. Her body shook slightly in its place, dehydration setting in from all her crying.

Matt was really, truly, gone.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a light knock at the door. She didn’t have to answer before it opened and Daniel slunk inside, closing it silently behind him and walked over to her bedside, a glass of water in his hand.

“Clementine fell asleep pretty quick.” Daniel whispered, sitting on the side of the bed. He handed her the glass.

“Thank you.” Florence breathed. She sat herself up a little and sipped the cool water, her body relaxing at even the slightest amount.

“You’re going to be just fine.” Daniel said, taking her free hand in one of his. “It may not feel like it right now but you will be.”

Florence looked to their hands together, sighing to avoid letting anymore tears fall. Daniel discreetly looked around the room, taking in the mess of the space. He sighed too, and got up, starting to put the drawers back in and drew the curtains closed. Florence set her now empty water glass on the side table and slunk a bit farther under the sheets, the sheets that smelt like Matt. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, wanting it all to just go away.

Daniel’s hand on her arm startled her, “Do you want me here or on the couch?”

“Here.” she grabbed the arm of his sweater in her fist, staring up at him with tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes.

Daniel agreed quietly, slipping out of his jeans before shuffling into the bed beside her. The moment he relaxed, Florence’s arms were around his waist, face buried in his neck. Daniel smiled, his arms holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

It didn’t take long for both to start to fade, Daniel’s breathing slowing; yet Florence’s mind was still whirling. She tilted her head up to him in the dark room, his gentle breath against her cheek. He was her comfort for any situation and having him there, holding her, made her heart swell. Shifting slightly, she brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth, his tired body merely furrowing his eyebrows, his eyes still shut tight. Florence moved slowly, afraid that she would make a wrong move to wake a sleeping giant. But finally, she pressed her lips to his own, holding her breath. The seconds were long until he finally moved, parting his lips to let her kiss him deeper. It was messy in the dark bedroom and tired emotions ran high, hands laying still but gentle kisses were shared until Daniel pushed her back.

“That’s enough.” he chuckled lowly, rubbing her lower back in small motions.

Florence’s cheeks flushed in the darkness, “Sorry, I-“

Daniel cut her off with a strong kiss, “Don’t be sorry. Just get some rest.”

#daniel seavey #daniel seavey fanfic #daniel seavey fic #daniel seavey imagines #why dont we #why dont we fanfic #why dont we imagine #college!wdw #novel #jonah marais #jack avery #zach herron #corbyn besson #anything but mine

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somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds · 4 years ago

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Wally thought that Abigail was interest.

Wally came downstairs a bit later, his earbuds in hand for the tablet that stayed in the living room, young man, Molly told him with a warm firmness. He looked at Abigail sitting at the counter, her coat collar up around her neck.

It didn’t matter, he’s already seen the scars.

Abigail didn’t look at him, couldn’t look at him, so she decided to chat with Molly instead. Molly didn’t beat around the bush like Alana, or even Freddie. She had a mom’s no-nonsense sense about her, but it wasn’t strict. It was matter-of-fact. “So, you’re the one he didn’t manage to save.”

Abigail nodded, sipping her tea. “Yep. Didn’t save me.”

“Saved some others.”

“Everyone’s saved a spider instead of squashing them before,” Abigail said, leaning back in the woven chair. “Sometimes that - that doesn’t mean much.”

After a statement like that, she quickly changed the subject as though that part of her mind hadn’t leaked out of her mouth. “This is a lovely house.”

“Thanks,” Molly smiled, setting out a packet of golden Oreos. “Nothing so fancy, but I’ve always loved the woods. You?”

“Yeah. I love to hike.”

“So do we. There are some great views, if you’re planning to stay.”

“I - I’m not.”

Molly shook her head, smiling. “Seems to be a trend with recent visitors.”

“I wish I could.”

“Really?”

“For the views.” Not a lie. Molly agreed with her on that.

Wally watched them talk, putting his tablet game on pause and tilting his head to side. The blonde hair covered Abigail’s ears enough, but - “Is it true you got your ear cut off?”

Molly hushed him as a reflex, telling him he needs to be more sensitive about people, but Abigail smiled without realizing it, interrupting her. “Yeah. You want to see?”

Wally nodded, Abigail turned to Molly and asked with her eyes if she could. Molly nodded back at her. Can’t leave things like this in the wind.

Abigail reached up into her hair, carefully hooking her fingers into silicone and pulling it away. Wally ran up to her, asking to touch it and Abigail let him.

She briefly considered leaving the ear in the sink, the sickest, funniest joke she could ever play.

But Will would not come back here to see it, she thought to herself.

“Is it harder to hear?” Wally asked.

“Sometimes. But I’ve learned how to listen to people better. “

Wally said that that was cool, she was cool, and went back to his room, sneaking the tablet in his sweater. Molly smiled after him, turned that smile to Abigail. “Did you come to leave a message for Will?”

“No.” Abigail was honest. “Jack Crawford and I came here for separate reasons. But we both came for selfish ones.

“Jack wants Will to help him catch the Tooth Fairy,” Abigail told her, cupping her mug in her hands. “I want Will to stay here.”

#morganbritton132

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artistic-writer · 5 years ago

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The Contract :: CS Omegaverse :: Ch 3

Title: The Contract Rating: E Summary: Emma had never wanted much in her life, despite being married to one of the richest men in the world. For ten years she has felt like a prisoner in her own marriage, denied the one thing she wants the most, but her husband cannot help but bargain her want like a cheap business deal. Enter Killian Jones, the Alpha her husband has hired to make sure she gets what she wants. And then some. A/N: Here comes the smut!

This is an Omegaverse fic featuring A/B/O dynamics. Whilst this varies from fandom to fandom, for the purposes of my fic, there will be no mpreg. Just so you know. There will however be knotting, breeding, heats and other delicious things that come along with A/B/O. If you do not know what A/B/O is, feel free to message me :) Many thanks to @hollyethecurious @kmomof4 @darkcolinodonorgasm @resident-of-storybrooke and @effulgentcolors for letting me bounce my complicated ideas of you lol

If you wish to stay away from this fic, blacklist the A/B/O tag.

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Killian hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Graham Humbert’s wife since the moment they had parted ways. He felt for her. It was as simple as that. He could see she was unhappy, even by the way she forced a smile onto her pretty face, and he had spent all night reminding himself that she was not his concern. She was simply a job. He was being paid a very large amount to make her happy, and somewhere in his stupid Alpha brain, he had deduced that she would only be happy with him.

Killian shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind. His feet pounded the canvas of the treadmill, pin like pain shooting through his calf muscles with every step, arms stiff and bent at the elbow to help balance his movements. The shirt he was wearing was skin tight, a patch of sweat showing down the middle of his back and around the neckline, and his usually tidy hair was a sopping wet mess that stuck to his forehead. Running at the gym was how Killian was trying to punish his mind, maybe get so hot his brain would boil itself alive and realise that Emma was unattainable.

And it wasn’t like she was anything special. Emma was a Beta, just like Graham, so why, after touching only her hand, was Killian so invested in her? There was no explanation, no rhyme or reason really, just a feeling. Killian trusted his instincts more than most and was attuned to the emotions of others. It was why he used toys and didn’t simply fuck anyone he could during a rut. He’d had a girlfriend once, a Beta, but it hadn’t worked out. It didn’t take him long to realise that he was simply a trophy to her, something to show off to her friends, and maybe that was why he felt so connected to Emma, both of them being used at the hands of the one person who should have loved them.

His thought process was interrupted by the waving hand of Will Scarlett and with a few presses of a button, the treadmill began to slow, Killian dropping into a brisk walk before finally stopping altogether. He frowned at his friend, giving him a questioning look as he pulled the earbuds from his ears and his lungs burned with every breath he took.

“Finally,” Will sighed dramatically.

“What?” Killian barked, a little irritated that the vision of Emma on his mind was now replaced by his friend.

“Oh, nothing,” Will sassed, leaning on the control panel of the treadmill. “I’ve only been trying to get your attention for like five minutes.” Killian’s blank stare caused him to roll his eyes. “You said you wanted me to spot for you?”

“Aye, I did,” Killian agreed, suddenly remembering. He stepped off the treadmill on shaky legs and Will handed him his gym towel. “Cheers, mate,” he huffed, still trying to catch his breath as he wiped the dry towel over his face and down his neck.

“Where are you today?” Will asked, concern lacing his words. He held out a bottle of water for Killian too and his friend took it gladly.

“I’m sorry?” Killian gasped, twisting the cap of the water bottle open and guzzling down the entire thing.

“Your mind is elsewhere,” Will noted.

“Is it?” Killian arched a brow innocently.

“Clearly.” Will gave his friend a glance, one Killian had seen many times growing up, and it meant Will could see right through him like he was invisible. Sometimes Killian wondered how Will did it, because he was the only other person, besides Liam, who could tell exactly what he was thinking about.

“It’s nothing,” Killian lied, pretending to look in his gym bag for something.

“Don’t bullshit me, Jones. I know when you are lying,” Will said sternly. “Is it work? Oh!” Will exclaimed a little too loudly, causing half the gym to turn and look at them. “Is it the wife?”

Killian’s cheeks flushed hot and he was thankful for the humidity of the gym to hide his crimson cheeks. “No. Why would it be the wife?”

“Well, have you, you know, fucked her yet?” The gleeful smirk on Will’s face made Killian roll his eyes under the fresh towel that was busy drying up more excess sweat.

“It’s confidential,” Killian said gruffly.

“That means yes then,” Will grinned.

“No,” Killian told him firmly, grabbing his bag and heading across the floor to where the weights were. Will trotted along beside him like an obedient dog eager for a morsel of more gossip. “It means I cannot talk about it or I will not get paid.”

Will craned his neck, eyes widening with shock. “Who is your,-”

“Will,” Killian implored, stopping dead and causing Will to bump into him.

“Alright!” Will huffed, shaking his head and holding his hands up defencelessly. “But have you?” He grinned impishly.

“No!” Killian yelled, again causing the whole gym to turn and look at them. “Listen, I went to the house for a meet and greet and we have a session planned later this week.”

Killian tossed his bag on the floor beside the bench, swinging one leg over in to sit on the padded red leather. Will frowned, and Killian could see the workings of his brain ticking over. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it quickly. Killian settled back, lying on the bench and looking up to his friend over the weight bar.

“Look, I would like to tell you, I really would, but I need the money.” Killian looked down with a sigh and planted his hands firmly on the ridged grip of the bar. His own words shocked even him, and he shook his head. “I need the money, Will.”

“Alright,” his friend said gently. “But you can tell me how much you are getting paid, right? Just say a number.” Will took up place at Killian’s head, gripping the bar and lifting it when Killian gave him the nod.

Technically, Killian could. Graham had never specified, in words or in his stupid contract, that Killian could not disclose his payment amount to anyone. “Twelve,” Killian said through a breath, his voice almost a struggle when the weight of the bar tested the resolve of his elbows.

“Hundred?” Will asked with an almost impressed look in his eye. “My first client was only five-,”

“Thousand,” Killian interrupted quickly, through clenched teeth.

“Twelve thousand dollars?!” Will squeaked, letting go of the bar and sending it crashing into Killian’s chest. He let out a groan, knees hiking up instinctively to try and protect his body from the blow, but all it did was expel air that Killian desperately needed. “Twelve. Thousand. Dollars,” Will repeated slowly, in shock.

“Aye,” Killian nodded, pained by the impact. “Will-,” he began through gritted teeth, his face turning red, but Will carried on his daydream monologue.

“For your first client?” Will asked for clarification.

“Aye,” Killian grumbled again, his wrists beginning to hurt from his exertions. “Will-,” Killian grunted, back arching to try and relieve some of the weight across his chest. “Can you just-”

“Oh shit!” Will scrambled for the bar, Killian turning blue in front of him. He pulled hard, the tearing sensation in his biceps ignored until he heard the metallic sound of the bar hitting the rack. Will raced around the bench, reaching for Killian’s hand and pulling his friend until he was sitting upright again. “Mate, are you alright?” Will fussed, patting Killian on the back as he coughed.

Killian waved him off with a few flicks of his hand, taking a huge breath and blinking to try and focus the red spots in his eyes. He coughed a few times, his whole body burning up from the panic, Will diligently rubbing a cool pack over his neck with worry.

“Say something,” Will begged.

“You’re a terrible spotter,” Killian croaked, clutching his throat.

“I’m sorry, it’s just-,” Will paused, sitting down on the end of the bench with a heaviness in his limbs. “Twelve grand, are you sure?”

Killian nodded, the whites of his eyes stinging from how hard he had been gasping for air. His hand slid from his throat down to his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt over his heart as he leaned forward and ground his teeth through the pain. Killian was sure, even with a little massage, he would feel the bar pressed into his chest for a few weeks yet.

“And she’s beautiful.” The words left Killian’s mouth before he had time to stop them, holding his breath for Will’s reply. There was a silence and when Killian looked up to meet Will’s gaze, he saw real concern on his friends face. “What?” He asked innocently, flicking his gaze down to the bench between them.

“You can’t think like that,” Will told him. “They are just clients, Killian, not dates. Not to mention, yours is clearly married to some rich guy who would end you, Alpha or not.”

“He could try,” Killian smirked.

“Seriously, mate,” Will began, cocking his head to the side. “These things never end well.”

“Calm down,” Killian told him with a nervous laugh. “I’m not going to fall in love with some Beta because I put my dick in her for money.”

“Good,” Will said with a nod, although he wasn’t entirely convinced himself.

It wasn’t like Killian to be nervous, but he really did think the occasion called for it. Tonight was his first night with Graham’s wife, and with the Beta out of town on business, he was a little less stressed. But he couldn’t help the way his body reacted to the mere thought of her. Emma. What a beautiful name, for a stunning beauty of a woman. Ever since she had walked through the door to Humbert’s den a few nights ago he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind.

The hue of her skin and the way it radiated in the dim lighting of the room was all he could think about. When she had taken his hand, her fingers were so soft and warm they had sent a jolt of electricity up his arm and made every hair on the back of his neck stand on end. She had been dressed in a white frock, something he was sure Graham made her wear to appear as pure as possible by his side, but Killian could tell by the glint in her eye that she had more sinful tastes.

He wasn’t sure how long he had stood at the door, the cool night air making him shiver as he stared down at the address scrawled onto the piece of paper in his hand. She had written the address to her apartment down for him during the meeting, her fingers grazing his and making the hairs on his forearm spring into alertness. Maybe the shiver down his spine wasn’t from the cold after all. Maybe it was her.

Killian took a breath, steadying himself. How had he become such a soft Alpha? What had Will said? Just think of the prettiest lass you have ever seen. Killian’s only problem was his client was the prettiest woman he had ever seen and if there was any justice in his life, when he lifted his hand and tapped his knuckles on the door, she wouldn’t answer.

The apartment complex was very executive and Killian expected nothing less from Humbert. He would want to make sure Emma was comfortable too, especially for what he had been commissioned to do, but there would be no way on earth he could afford somewhere like this. The walls were freshly painted, the tarnish lingering on his tongue as he inhaled, and every door was identically made of the huge, hardwood he was standing in front of. He knew he was in the right place, not only because of the address in his hand, but because of her scent.

Even as a Beta, Emma had a fantastic smell about her. It was fresh, and floral, like the newly sprung grasses of Spring mixed with the sweetest scent of a rose in bloom. Like a bee he was drawn to her for one thing, and one thing only, rutting and breeding, inexplicably. In the entire history of the world, no Alpha has ever been so obsessed with a Beta.

Until now.

Clearing his throat he finally found the courage to lift his arm and with three gentle taps, he knocked on the door.

His wait felt like forever, hands balling at his sides as he bobbed up and down on the balls of his feet, but he was soon rewarded with her scent, strong and intoxicating as she opened the door. She was even more lovely than the first time he had seen her, her hair pulled back into a bun that highlighted the curve of her skull and accented the elegance of her neck. Long, slender, with skin that practically called out to him, her scent was intoxicating, radiating from where her scent gland would be if she were anything but a Beta.

Killian was sure his mind was playing tricks on him, especially when she shifted onto one smooth leg, leaned her weight against the door jamb and gave him a smile.

“Hey,” she said smoothly, her face lighting up at the sight of him.

“Mrs. Humbert,” he almost coughed, struggling to keep his cool as he fiddled with the palms of his hands with his fingernails.

“Please,” she scoffed. “Mrs. Humbert is my bitch of a mother-in-law.”

“Emma then.” He gave her a smile that was asking her permission, even though the smile she returned told him that he needn’t have asked.

With a nudge of her head she was inviting him in and inexplicably he followed more obedient than any Alpha should. She was wearing an oversized shirt and not much else, something he had failed to realise at first, his brain finally catching up to him as she sashayed back into the apartment.

That in itself surprised Killian. He was sure it would have been another one of Mr. Humbert’s attempts at appearing Alpha, seeing as the man was paying for it after all, but it wasn’t what he had expected. The single room was vast, a clear reflection of wealth, but in no way anything other than exactly what Emma had made it. A huge bed, covered by a duvet as thick as the mattress it rested upon drew his eye, and he didn’t know why, but the white, virginal sheets called to his inner lust as he imagined Emma spread out naked on them.

For him.

Urges he shouldn’t have had around a Beta, but urges he would let slide for someone so beautiful.

“So how does this work?” She called back to him as she pulled a bobby pin from her bun.

"Surely your husband filled you in on the details," Killian smirked, watching her hair tumble over her shoulders when she pulled out a few more of the metallic pins on her way to the bed.

"My husband?" Emma balked a laugh. "The man who is paying you such a grand sum to get a job done he fails at so horribly?" Emma shook her head, loosening the last few curls so that they joined the cascade currently adorning her shoulders and framing her pretty face. "Don't make me laugh."

"He told me that you wanted an Alpha," Killian said quickly, his nostrils flaring at the mere thought of the disgusting man. He followed her some more feeling the pull of a beautiful woman for the first time in his life.

"Yes," Emma nodded, turning to face him. "I described a very specific Alpha and would you believe he found everything, even down to the accent. Wouldn't you call that fate, Mr. Jones?"

Killian fixed her with a stare but she did not look away. There were not many people in an Alpha's life who didn't divert their gaze and he felt his lips tick up at the corners.

"Call me Killian," he almost growled. His fingers moved to the button on his jacket, popping the single button through its hole and a gleeful smile erupting on his face at the way her eyes moved to focus on his hands.

Emma took a step towards him and reached out, smoothing her long, lithe fingers over his shirt clad chest. He had worn the white one, mindful that his thick chest hair would be seen underneath, something he knew drove most women wild, regardless of classification, and when Emma scrunched her fingers and clawed lightly over the crisp white material, Killian felt the electric shock of arousal harden his nipples instantly.

“Okay then, Killian,” Emma purred, arching her body into his. “What were your instructions?”

A laugh rumbled from deep in his throat at her question, mainly from her brashness but also from the way she was unbuttoning his shirt so adeptly.

“To fuck you and make you feel good, I believe is what your husband said,” Killian said lowly, his words crushed in his throat from where he was craning his neck to watch her undress him. When all of his buttons were undone, he could smell her arousal, a fresh womanly scent hitting him the second she laid eyes on the contours of his body.

“Oh, then who are we to deny him?” Emma quirked an eyebrow at him, finally able to tear her eyes away from where her hands were roaming his torso. Thick, black chest hair tickled her fingertips with every stroke, softer than she had first thought but just as luxurious as she had imagined from the tiny bits poking out from his shirt collar. “Are all Alphas like this?” Emma wondered aloud.

“Like what, love?” Killian said softly, letting her explore his exposed chest some more. “Hairy? Muscular?”

“Powerful,” Emma sighed and lifted her head to meet his gaze. “The things you could do to me,” she breathed, pawing at his biceps.

Killian smirked, letting her hands roam some more. When she traced the edges of his ribs he had to refrain from laughing, her soft, light touches like a fine spider web across his skin, but she must have noticed the faintest twitch of a smile on his face because she snaked her hands up behind his neck and threaded her fingers into his hair.

“Is it true?” Emma asked with a pink tinge to her cheeks. She cast her eyes downwards between their bodies, leaning back and rubbing his groin with her body.

She meant his size, Killian knew that. Every Beta woman was the same, fascinated with the anatomy of an Alpha, the fabled larger attributes something many of them would swoon over. Killian had used it to sleep with women in the past, he wouldn’t deny that. When he was in his teens and had come into puberty, sometimes using the largest asset he had was all he could do to satisfy his needs.

“Aye,” he whispered in a choked voice.

“Will you kiss me?” Emma asked innocently, nudging the underside of his jaw. “Did my husband allow that in his stupid contract?”

Killian gave her a questioning look. “You know about that?”

Emma laughed and rolled her body away from his and took a few steps back towards the bed. “Everything is business to him, Killian. Even me. My whole marriage is a fucking contract.”

Killian wasn’t exactly sure what Emma meant, but he was sure if Humbert was involved it was nothing good. The man, a lowly Beta with the pretense to be Alpha, used and abused everyone in his life and Killian had no doubt that his wife was on the very top of that list. Every picture of her had a fake smile and for some reason he couldn’t explain, Killian wanted nothing more than to see the real smile he knew she possessed.

Emma was busy running her fingers through her hair so she didn’t notice Killian divest himself of his shirt, unbuckle his pants and kick off his shoes. She turned, just as his pants hit the floor under the weight of his belt and in one fluid movement, he had stepped from them and closed the gap between them. She had no time to object when Killian cupped her face in his hands and crushed his lips to hers.

Neither of them moved for what felt like the longest time, and Killian had to hold her up when she went limp in his arms. Her lips were so soft to him, almost too smooth to be true, and he felt them quiver a little under his kiss. Then he felt her smile against his lips, and it was pure and chaste, the first sign he was given that told him that she was exactly what he thought she was - perfect.

“You’re naked,” Emma said in a daze, her eyes fluttering open when their lips parted.

“I am,” Killian beamed back at her. His forehead rested against hers and he smiled boyishly, brushing his thumb over the corner of her mouth. “And now,” Killian said smoothly as he unbuttoned her shirt, pushing it over her shoulders and letting the cotton fall to the floor behind her. She had little time to say anything before he dropped to his knees and tugging her underwear down her legs, brushing his nose over her inner knee, pecking her skin as he rose. He took a moment, his breath hitching in his throat as he looked her over, her smell ten times more intoxicating now that she was fully exposed to him. "So are you,” he whispered huskily.

“I’ve never done this before,” Emma told him shyly, dropping her gaze to the floor.

“Neither have I, love.” Killian tucked a crooked finger under her chin and offered her a reassuring smile as he tilted her head back up.

“You haven’t?” Emma frowned, teasing him with a smirk.

“You’re my first,” Killian assured her.

A small chuckle rumbled from Emma’s throat. She knew he had probably had sex before, so he didn’t mean it like that. Did he? Emma looked down, unable to stop herself gasping at the size of him when that came into her view. He was big and she bit her lip. “Will it hurt?”

Killian raised an eyebrow and sucked in a laugh. His hands found her hips and he pulled her tighter to him, relishing in the way he felt her skin bobble with goosebumps under his touch, his fingertips skimming around until he found the swell of her ass. Her skin was firm and plump at the same time and her body reacted to his touch instantly as her nipples hardened against his chest.

“Only if you want it to,” he smirked salaciously.

The way her cheeks turned red despite all of her previous bravado made Killian hard. Actually fucking hard. He had been hard for a Beta before, but he was normally in rut, so ready to fuck anything that moved, but somehow this was different. She was different.

“You know what? Screw your husband,” Killian announced. He pressed his hand to the small of her back and pulled her to him even harder, his length hot and pulsing against her skin. He felt her gasp, her fingernails digging into his shoulders and her eyes searching his in question. “What would make you happy?”

For a second Emma was silent and still in his arms, her face in shock of the question he had posed her. No one had ever asked her what she had wanted before. In her life, it was a foreign concept to be given a choice, especially in the Humbert household, and a sudden thrill shot through her bones at the mere thought of answering him. What did she want? Why had she asked for this? She knew he had meant from right now, but it didn’t stop her wishing her life was different. Her thoughts were interrupted when Killian brushed his knuckles over her cheek, rousing her from her reverie.

“I just want to be fucked by an Alpha,” Emma smiled up at him and licked her lips.

Killian could tell she had forced her smile but it wasn’t his place to question it. He licked his lips, imagining the taste of her on his tongue, and his cock bobbed against his stomach. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, dragging the back of his fingernails over her shoulders and down over her collarbone as he deliberated what he was going to do to her. “First we have to get you nice and wet,” he growled.

Killian grabbed her by the shoulders, hard enough to mean business but not enough to hurt, and spun her around. Emma let out a squeak of exhilaration and stiffened in his arms when he wrapped them around her, slipping a hand down over her stomach and cupping her mound. Killian pushed a single finger through her silky folds, absently wondering if she had shaved just for him, and Emma jumped up onto her toes at the welcome intrusion.

“Oh, my love,” Killian purred against the back of her ear, his scruff tickling at her neck as he spoke and setting all her hair standing on end when he smiled against her skin. His finger slipped along her folds but as wet as she was, he knew it wouldn’t be enough to accommodate him comfortably. “This just won’t do.”

Emma sighed, his fingers working through her folds and rubbing her clit. It was so hard, almost painfully stimulated, something Emma had never experienced before but already loved. It was torturously wonderful and her hips canted against his hand, her teeth leaving imprints in her lip as she let her head fall back onto his shoulder.

“Mmmm,” she hummed contently, riding his hand. Emma lifted her arm and clutched at his hair, holding his head to her neck when his lips went to work on the patch of skin above her quickening pulse.

“You like that, don’t you?” Killian mumbled against her neck, nipping at the skin there. Emma’s entire body told him what he already knew and her slow, shaky nod confirmed it. “You know the best way to get you wet, love?” Killian whispered into her ear, his tongue licking at her ear lobe and his cock rutting into the crease of her ass to ease his own growing tension.

“What?” Emma moned, her words hushed by her breathlessness.

“An orgasm,” Killian ground out darkly.

“Oh my-,” Emma gasped at his words, his tone demanding yet caring and like music to her soul. “Fuck.”

“You think you can do that for me, Emma?” Killian grinned and stretched his body upright once more, letting his length press even harder into her flesh and nudging her forward towards the bed. Instinctively Emma leaned forward, clawing at the bedclothes as she climbed on top of the comforter with Killian hot on her heels. He positioned himself behind her and his legs trapped hers together, his knees on the outside of hers and sinking into the plush, white duvet.

Killian smirked when she presented, wiggling her ass at him as if she were a good Omega, and drunk on the scent of her, he had to remind himself of her classification, confused for a second, blinking long and hard to right his thoughts of getting the job done. He was being paid, after all, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy himself while he made her feel good. He shuffled forward until there was no room between them anymore and positioned his length between her folds, thrusting his hips forward slowly and deliberately, her juices coating his cock and teasing her clit.

He hadn’t even got close to penetrating her yet and Emma was whimpering at his touch, mewling like a kitten every time he rubbed her with his length, rubbed her just the right way. It felt incredible, like her insides were trying to claw their way out and get to what she wanted the most, what she needed the most. Emma didn’t care how she got there, she just knew that she had to, and somehow with Killian, the big, strong Alpha currently dry fucking her clit with just his cock, she knew she would.

“Oh, fuck,” Emma gasped, slapping her hand down on the duvet and clutching the comforter in her hand, pushing herself onto all fours and bouncing back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Killian slowed down his torture, stopping his thrusts and letting his rock hard member rest against her folds. Emma whined at his pause, a line of prickly heat appearing down her spine where her body had been worked up only to have the good feelings fizzle away. He hadn’t done anything yet, barely touched her with anything other than his cock, and yet she had been turned into a quivering mess. And she loved it.

Killian placed his hand over the base of her spine, stroking away her need. “Shhh now, love,” he soothed. “We have barely begun.”

“You feel so good,” Emma breathed, her head dropping down until her face was flush with the duvet.

Killian chuckled but the rumble from his chest wasn’t as loud as the slapping sound that reverberated around her apartment when he struck her bare cheek with a huge open palm. Emma cried out, her scream of pain turning to pleasure when Killian began kneading the fleshy globes in his roughened hands, hiding his own growl of pleasure in a content hum. One of his hands slipped between her cheeks, following the contour of her sex and cupping his hand around his length, an action that made Emma squirm against his hardness.

“That’s it, darling, take your pleasure,” Killian ground out.

Emma obeyed, rubbing herself against him completely unashamedly, loving the way she could feel every ridge and detail of him against her clit as he slipped through her folds. It was amazing, his girth stretching her lips apart just enough that her juices could coat both him and her as she ground against him, something she had never done before. Graham had been her only sexual partner, but sex had become nothing but an obligation for him early in their marriage until he had decided that her feelings just didn’t matter anymore and he had stopped showing her any affection.

Killian, on the other hand, was most definitely making sure that her feelings mattered.

“Come now, love,” he teased, slapping her clit with his cock mid way through one of her hip swivels. She screamed but her voice shuddered when a ripple of pleasure shot through her. “You can do better than that,” he smirked.

Emma let out a silent gasp at the assault on her clit, arching her back and immediately regretting it. Killian had moved back, only an inch but it was enough for her to feel the cold gust of air that filled the void where he had been. Her apartment wasn’t cold, especially since Killian had walked in, but she was so incredibly aching for something, anything, for him that she was burning up.

“Please, Killian,” Emma begged, reaching between her legs and grasping him firmly between her fingers. Her hand seemed tiny compared to him, but there was barely any time to process the information in her brain before she felt him grip her wrist and pull her hand away.

“Oh, love,” Killian purred, replacing her hand back down onto the comforter, interlocking his fingers with hers. “If you want me to fuck you, and I mean really fuck you,” he droned seductively, his words broken up by the sound of his kisses to her spine. “Then you have to use my title.”

Killian slipped his hand from hers and trailed his fingertips up her arm, dancing along the swell of the side of her breast and sliding over the skin of her stomach. Emma ignored the tickle on her ribs, gasping when Killian pinned his length between her folds once more and began thrusting his hips more forcefully. His pelvis slammed into her ass, over and over with the rhythm he had set, and before she had time to realise what was happening, her body was exploding in all directions from the bottom of her stomach to the tips of her toes, white flashes behind her eyelids blinding her for the first time in years as she clenched her core and came.

“Alpha!” Emma screamed and Killian smiled against the ridges of her spine. His title sounded like a symphony from her lips, orchestrated just for him, and with the same level of intensity Killian would have expected from an Omega. “Alpha, I’m coming!” Emma cried, but it sounded like a plea for him to stop his movements, something he was sure Emma was saying in conflict with her own desires. “Oh fuck!” Emma gasped, collapsing to the duvet covered mattress with a thump, her legs quivering, eyes unable to focus and her body instantly missing the feel of Killian’s skin on hers.

“Love,” Killian smirked coyly, climbing over her spent body mindful not to put too much pressure on her spine, nudging her knees apart and seating himself between her legs. He let the tip of himself slip into her and to his delight, Emma gasped again. “We haven’t even begun yet.”

“Order anything you’d like,” Graham told him with a sweetness to his tone that made Killian want to gag. “You did a good job.”

“I did?” Killian asked dumbly, looking at the menu in his hands but not seeing a single thing written on it.

“My wife is very pleased,” Graham smiled. “And when she is happy, she is less inclined to nag me, so yes, you did a good job.” He leaned back in his chair, the rattan stretching and creaking under his weight as he reclined with his wine glass resting on the arm of his chair.

“I just did my job,” Killian told him honestly, closing the menu in his hands and resting it to the glass table top. “I’ll pass on lunch, thanks,” he told Graham with a tight lipped smile.

“What did she tell you about me?” Graham pried, amused by the contempt on Killian’s face. “Did she tell you how I am basically her captor?” Graham took a sip of wine, eyeing the Alpha opposite over the rim of the glass. “That’s one of her favourites.”

“We didn’t do much talking,” Killian replied with a smirk that he hoped would enrage the Beta opposite. He sat back in his own chair, fingers interlaced and rested over his abdomen.

“Mr. Jones, my wife is a fantasist, a dreamer and she will lie to get what she wants.” Graham swallowed hard, his smile fading. “I am paying you to fuck her, not care.”

Killian looked away from Graham, licking his lips with a nervousness that he hoped would hide his rage. In all honesty, he had known Emma and Graham for the same amount of time, and even though he had been intimate with Emma, it didn’t stop his natural instincts from forming an opinion of Graham. The man was cruel, using him as a means to keep his wife’s mouth shut about an affair he was having. With her best friend no less. Or maybe Graham was using him as a means to an end, to prove Emma had been unfaithful if the shit really hit the fan. Either way, Killian hated him.

“There is no reason for you to be so hostile,” Graham told him, observing the way Killian’s jaw twitched when he spoke. “Trust me, she is not who you think she is.”

“And who is she?” Killian narrowed his eyes, unable to stop the question from leaving his mouth.

Graham took a breath in, a long deep inhale that caused his entire body to move. “That’s irrelevant.” He placed the wine glass back on the table, the base clinking when the two glass surfaces came into contact, and licked the last remnants of the red wine from his lips. “But I do want to know who you are. How did you manage to satisfy her?”

“You mean apart from my larger assets?” Killian replied spitefully.

Graham balked a laugh. “An Alpha joke. Good one. Mr. Jones, my entire family are Alphas so if I wanted to hear the big dick jokes, I would have organized a family barbecue.”

“So, what do you want to know, exactly?” Killian’s jaw twitched again and his fingers strained against each other as he fought the need to ball a fist and punch Graham right in the face.

“Everything,” Graham said finally. “Every. Little. Detail.”

Killian wasn’t about to divulge his methods, especially in the bedroom. There were some things an Alpha held sacred, and on the top of that list was the way they pleased a lover. It was what kept everyone different and what kept them superior to the Beta population. It was why the agency he worked for existed in the first place, and Killian wasn’t about to jeopardize his income for Graham’s sick pleasure.

“If you want to know, why don’t you pay me a little extra next time and I’ll let you watch.” Killian’s voice had become dark and gravelly, intimidating to most, but Graham simply laughed.

“Did you make her come more than once?” Graham asked seriously, unashamed by his direct questioning.

“What business is that of yours?” Killian snapped defensively. He wasn’t convinced this was Graham’s way of tricking him into admitting that rather than the one time they had agreed on, Killian hadn’t engaged in multiple acts with Emma.

Graham sat back again, crossing one leg over the other as he pulled open his jacket and reached inside. There was the rustle of paper followed by a dull thud when he slammed a brown envelope to the table in front of him. Killian’s eyes flicked to the parcel briefly, before meeting the Beta’s again as Graham jabbed the thick package with a stiff forefinger.

“This makes it my business, Mr. Jones,” he said coldly. “Twelve thousand dollars means I can demand whatever I want from you.”

“You don’t own me,” Killian said, rising to his feet and buttoning his blazer. “I’d thank you for lunch, but it wasn’t pleasant.” He pushed his chair back under the table and reached for the envelope. “I did what you asked, anything else will cost you more.”

“A negotiator,” Graham grinned. “I like that.” Killian turned to leave but was stopped short when Graham called out after him. “Would you like to see my wife again, Mr. Jones?”

Killian froze to the spot, eyes fluttering closed. Of course he did, he had never felt such a connection to another before, even if Emma was Beta, and he hated that it was so obvious to everyone. He just knew there was something more about her and he was determined to get to the bottom of it, even if he had to play by Humbert’s rules a little longer. Slowly, he turned and paced back to the table like a scalded dog.

“Good,” Graham spat. “Now sit down, and tell me everything.”

#the contract #ch 3 #cs au #cs fanfic #cs ff #ca fanfic #omegaverse #A/B/O #a/b/o dynamics #alpha!killian #emma swan #liam jones #will scarlet #graham humbert

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priscilla-pan · 5 years ago

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Humming in the woods

A few nights ago, I brought back an exciting ritual that I only follow when preparing for special mornings. I dug my grey hydration pack out of my closet from my days in Colorado, placed my weeks-untouched car keys and wallet inside, found a few energy bars and a light grey fleece and put them in a pile by my closet door. Something about the packing process brings me great satisfaction.

I woke up the next morning with a slow start, watching my half and half swirl into some instant coffee - the thought of waiting for my french press was too daunting. I slapped some mustard onto some slices of toast, popped on a fried egg and 2 pieces of cold cut to pack as my lunch. Oh, how it’s been so long since I’ve packed myself a sandwich.

I tied on my hiking boots, walked over to Bazzi, my beloved light grey car, and opened the door - a motion that was once so familiar yet now feels strange - turned on the engine and backed into the road covered by grey skies. I heard a quiet, “I’m sleepy” as Jhene Aiko started to play on the speakers, and I settled in for the 20 minute drive ahead.

...

Hopping out of my car and into the expanse of green lawn, dotted with little daisies, it reminded me of the elementary school days sitting on a lawn chaining flowers together. I headed towards the path - the only one that went up, and so began my morning trek.

Eventually the paved path turned into dirt and mud, and the widespread green of the lawn was quickly replaced with tall, stretching trees, craning their necks towards the skies. As I walked higher, the number of people I saw (from 6 feet away, of course) dropped off, and soon I was left with myself, the sound of my breath, and not even the whistling of the wind accompanied me.

For once, it was just me.

I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve been alone in silence. Every morning, I start and end my day with sound - the news, a song, a YouTube video, the hum of my laptop fan... it’s never just me. I subconsciously, aggressively fill the void of sound with something, anything from the moment my day starts. Silence has a funny way of having the most distinct sound. My instinct is always to fill the uncomfortable, abundantly clear “lack of”.

It wasn’t until I was standing in the trees did I realize that I almost couldn’t recognize silence, and it calmed me. But it also unnerved me, and I wanted to take out my phone to play a song just to hear someone’s voice. I stopped myself. I had buried my phone deep within my backpack so I wouldn’t touch it. To fill the space with sound, I wanted to hum a song I had listened to on the car - and as I gave a start, I realized I hadn’t heard the sound of my singing or humming in ages.

An image came to mind - I was staring down at my hands in my houndstooth jumper as I sat on the crinkly grey faux leather seats on the school bus. We were on a field trip - where to? I never really paid attention. All I wanted to do was belt lyrics to a song I knew by heart listening to my battery-powered mp3 player. Humming was the norm - seated in the back of the bus with my friends, we’d hum and sing top 40 songs - no one had bluetooth speakers back then. Long gone are the days we needed cheap plastic earbuds and an earbud splitter to listen together.

I walked on, crossing small streams, filling the silence with my voice, and I felt so present, so real. I started drifting into my mind, realizing that I’ve been spending so much time on my phone constantly under the influx of videos, posts, pictures, word, other peoples’ lives... I forget what I see or read just as quickly as the next item vies for my attention.

I continued hiking through the woods for the next 4 hours. For once, I didn’t feel a need to watch the next episode of a drama, check my YouTube subscriptions again. Removing myself from it all, even for half a day, I realized I was just happy being alone, just smiling at passerbys, meandering with my thoughts, humming out in the open, with few to listen.

I haven’t felt so happy in such a long time.

Thanks, Mother Nature.

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Hi!! Welcome to my humble little corner of the internet where I am trying to write again. No expectations, nothing ruthlessly edited (like my Medium.... oh man), just thoughts I have and want to share with anyone who will listen. I used Tumblr so much over 5 or 6 years ago. It’s weird to be back, but here I am.

Not sure why this has ended up being my first post here - I started several drafts for stories I wanted to share, but felt most compelled to finish this one. Nature is always close to my heart despite how I may have long stretches away from it. She always welcomes you back with open arms.

#journal

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magicmanias · 6 years ago

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American Sweethearts

Pairing: Steve Rogers × Reader

Summary: The Avengers take road trip. Meanwhile, Steve tries his hardest to convince himself that he’s only friends with you.

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst, Smut!

Word Count: 4.5k (Wow)

A/N: This is my first time doing smut, so let’s hope it’s not shitty...

Post Age of Ultron (Steve, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Sam, Vision, Wanda, Rhodey, Bucky, Peter, Thor, Bruce, Y/N)

“Ok ok... Do we have everything?” You placed your backpack on the bed and carefully sifted through it. Hunting knife, rope, water, matches, food, first aid kit, towels, batteries, charger...

Everything is in there. You looked in your duffel bag; shoes, clothes, brush, earbuds, contacts, toothbrush, jackets, soap, shampoo, and conditioner.

You grabbed your things and went downstairs.

The Avengers had planned a camping trip in the woods in upstate Montana. Everyone was going: Tony, Steve, Natasha, Thor, Bruce, Sam, Vision, Bucky, Wanda, and Peter was tagging along.

“Roll call!” Tony yelled, putting an emphasis on ‘call.’ As he called each person, they went and placed their things in the large van Tony had bought specially for this occasion. When Tony called your name, you went ahead and put your things in and closed the trunk.

“Hey, squirt!” Clint messed with your hair and gave you a big bear hug. “I’ve missed you.”

“Aw, I miss you too, chicken-hawk,” you hugged him back. Clint had been away with his family for a while and you didn’t get much of a chance to formally greet him when Ultron attacked.

“Where’s Steve?” you asked. You looked around but saw him nowhere.

“Relax, sweetheart. He’s just finishing taking a shower. He went on a run. You don’t need to miss him that much,” Nat winked at you. You rolled your eyes, though your cheeks slightly flushed pink.

Tony slipped into the driver’s seat and despite everyone’s protest, he let Peter sit shotgun.

“This is BS, Stark!” Sam yelled as he took his seat in the third row of the van. “The kid gets the front with all the room and we gotta sit back here all cooped up?”

Tony shot up and placed his hands on Peter’s ears. “Relax, Big Bird. I just don’t want to lose the kid. His aunt’ll kill me,” he muttered. Peter gave his trademark look of confusion.

After the driver’s seat, there were four rows. Clint, Sam, and Nat sat in the back. Rhodey, Bruce, Thor sat in the third row. Wanda and Vision sat in the middle. And you, Steve, and Bucky sat in the front. Bucky went in the car first, followed by Steve, who insisted on taking the middle seat, and finally you.

“All aboard? Let’s go!” Tony put his foot on the gas and began to drive away from the compound.

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Steve couldn’t stay still. As a soldier, he was used to staying completely motionless in cramped places for long periods of time. But that wasn’t the case now. His right leg bounced up and down, a nervous tick which Steve always had, ever since he was a scrawny little kid in Brooklyn. Bucky seemed to notice Steve bouncing his leg, but didn’t question it. He already knew it was because of the woman sitting across from him. Steve wasn’t nervous, however. He wasn’t scared either. No, scared was moments before the big fight to save the world. But this? This was terror. True, utter, horrifying terror. Though you couldn’t see it on his face, his heart rate soared and the butterflies in his stomach might as well have exploded. All because he was in the closest proximity he had ever been with Y/N. With the woman he could never stop thinking about. The woman he lived for. The woman he’d give up everything for.

The woman he loved so much that it hurt him in the cruellest ways possible.

Bucky watched as Steve gushed over at you. Your gaze was directed at the scene laid out behind the car’s windows. You plugged your earbuds in and played your Oldies playlist. Bucky rolled his eyes and elbowed Steve.

Steve gripped his arm and frowned at Bucky, mainly because he had been caught.

“Just talk to her,” Bucky whispered, not wanting the attention of the whole car.

“She’s listening to music,” Steve defended. He needed to find every excuse not to talk to you. Or more specifically, not to humiliate himself in front of you.

“She’d rather talk to you,” Bucky raised an eyebrow at Steve. He changed his seating to turn to Steve. “Look, punk. You’re not good with women. We know. But she likes you. A lot. So it doesn’t matter if you screw up. She’ll like you anyway. Just ask her out.”

“What? In the car? With Tony here? I don’t think so.” Steve chuckled lightly.

“I heard my name,” Tony called out behind him. “It better be about how great I look in these hiking boots.”

Bucky ignored Tony. ”I'll give you until the end of this trip. If you don't ask her out by then, I'm going to tell her myself and I'm going to pound you like the little punk you are.”

“Hey, I'm just as strong as you now.”

“Maybe, but I'm older.”

“Buck, we're both over a hundred years old by now. Age doesn't really matter at this point.”

“That's coming from the younger one.” Bucky winked at Steve.

Steve just rolled his eyes, ending his conversation with Bucky. He looked out of the window to his left—the window on your side. He tried to look at the forests of upstate New York, but found that his focus always returned to the girl leaning the car door, probably listening to Sinatra or Bennet.

You placed your chin in your hand and started to softly sing the next song.

“Daisy is darling, Iris is sweet, Lily is lovely, Blossom’s a treat…” you mumbled along to the song.

“Of all the sweethearts, a guy could meet… Well I finally chose an American Beauty Rose…” You popped your head up to look at Steve. You had instantly recognized Steve’s voice. It was almost as if your very being could detect his present actions. He hadn’t even realized that he continued to sing along with you.

You took your earbuds out and grinned at him. “You know that song?”

“I’m from the forties, doll,” Steve shrugged. “I know every Sinatra song. And American Beauty Rose just happens to be one of them.”

“Well, that is coming from ‘America’s Sweetheart Hero,’” you made quotations with your hands, finished with a cheesy salute. “I mean, the whole country is practically in love with you.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not perfect, Y/N.”

“No one is,” you agreed. “You’re less flawed than others, but you do still have flaws.”

“Oh? And what might those be?” He lifted an eyebrow at you as if he were challenging you. And you wouldn’t say no to a challenge against Captain America.

“Well to start, you’re incredibly handsome,” you teased. Steve looked down and blushed. “I mean, come on, now Clint has low self-esteem.”

“Hey!” Clint yelled from the back of the car. “I am perfectly fine with how I look.”

“Yeah, whatever Barton. Remember when you had that mohawk?” you shot back, turning your back to face the back of the car.

“That happened like seven years ago, man! And you’re still bringing it up?”

“Hey, you’re the one who had the awful haircut,” you shrugged, smirking. Steve felt a small pang of jealousy over the friendship you had with Clint. You always joked around with him and you were the closest with him. He watched at your eyes crinkled at Clint. You never looked at him the way you did with Clint.

She’s never going to look at me the way she does with him. I’m just her friend… Steve, you’re just her friend, he thought.

You turned back to him. “Don’t think I’m done with you, Steven Grant Rogers.”

“How do you know my middle name?”

“That’s beside the point. I have more flaws to point out. Like for one, you run too fast.” You looked at your hands in fake frustration. “I mean, what are you, the Flash?”

“That’s not really a flaw, doll,” Steve said. “And the handsome thing isn’t either.”

“Ok… fine. Um… You haven’t watched Star Wars yet,” you pointed out. “Everyone’s watched Star Wars.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll give that to you. I haven’t yet.”

“What’s Star Wars?” Bucky asked. Sam’s eyes widened.

“You don’t know what Star Wars is?”

—

Five hours and one Bucky vs. Sam fight later (Natasha intervened and won), it was getting pretty late, and you had finished rereading your book. So, you decided to try and get some sleep. Most of the Avengers were already knocked out; even Tony, who was now letting FRIDAY take the wheel.

You leaned against the side of the car, but it was uncomfortable. You shifted to try and find a better position but didn't work. You glanced over at the others to see what position they were in for inspiration but found that they were all sprawled over each other. Of course, you couldn't copy them—Steve was next to you.

Steve. He looked so peaceful when he slept. You knew he was a light sleeper and you didn't want to wake him up, you went back to trying to sleep on the door.

Steve stirred. He heard shifting. He cracked his eyes open slightly and peeked over at you. You were trying to sleep in the car. It was probably the cutest thing Steve had ever seen. The pout on your face was prominent at you tried to move the seat belt away from your cheek.

“Hey.” You jumped at the sound of his quiet, raspy voice.

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you up? I didn't mean to. I know you're a light sleeper and—”

“It's ok, doll,” Steve interrupted, a smile on his face.” Can't sleep?”

“Uh, yeah. This damn car is uncomfortable. You'd think Tony would have invented a car you can sleep in by now.”

“You can sleep on my shoulder,” he said quickly. He bit his bottom lip in embarrassment. You brought your hand up to your face to cover your hot cheeks.

“Or—you don't have to. I was just offering if you wanted—”

“Can I?” It was your turn to interrupt. You gave him a meek smile to encourage him.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. The smile you gave him nearly knocked him out. He swallowed. If he could barely handle a smile, how could he survive a whole weekend with you?

Slowly, you turned to place your head on Steve's shoulder. You could feel Steve tense at your touch. You muttered a small ‘thank you’ before closing your eyes.

Steve had always believed in a heaven, but now he knew what it felt like. It was you by his side. He couldn't sleep anymore. All he could do was watch your even breaths and soft mewls you made in your sleep.

Steve snapped out of his thoughts. What was he doing? You’re just her friend, Steve. Just a friend.

—

You woke up to yelling the next morning.

“Tony! Just park the damn car!” Sam yelled.

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Come on, Stark,” Thor continued. “We want to stop at the strawberry farm!”

“The strawberry farm?” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Hesitantly, you lifted your head from Steve’s shoulder.

“Hey sleepy,” Steve said softly. “We were just uh… debating on whether or not to stop by a strawberry farm.”

“Why are we debating about it? It’s a strawberry farm.” You immediately forgot about your interrupted sleep. “Let’s go!”

“We would, but Stark here refuses,” Natasha said.

“Look, Pepper is allergic to strawberries and if I bring home strawberries to her one more time, she’ll probably leave me,” Tony defended.

“Tony! Park. The damn. Car,” you practically growled.

Tony parked the car and everyone got out. You ran out to the farm and quickly got a basket to pick some strawberries.

Steve laughed at you as you ran through the field. Everyone was excited, but no one was as excited as you. He imagined himself running with you and feeding you strawberries. Friends can do that, right?

“Fuck it, I’m getting some strawberries. I’ll just eat ‘em by myself,” Tony said as he handed the farmer twenty dollars. “We can eat them on the ride.”

Everyone picked a basket of strawberries and already began to sit down and eat them. Peter and Wanda played with the farmer’s puppies.

“Hey, we should probably get back on the road. Can someone get Y/N?” Wanda asked.

“I got it,” Steve volunteered, a little too quickly. The rest of the Avengers went back to the car and waited. Steve began to go back into the field to chase you down.

“Y/N! Y/N, we’re leaving now.”

“Oh, ok. I’m coming,” you called over. You pick a couple more strawberries before starting to run over to Steve.

“Ah!” You tripped over a rock and fell. Before you hit the ground, you felt an arm swing around your waist.

Steve stayed quiet as he lifted you up and placed you back on your feet. He handed you back your basket. You bit your lip in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry. I’m such a clutz,” you gave him a weak laugh.

“It’s ok. I um… We should get back.”

What was he about to say?

—

One more day and a lot of pee breaks later, you were finally at the campsite in Montana. You all trudged into the forest and finally, you found a good spot to set up.

“Ok, now we can fit two people in each tent. Everyone partner up!” Tony yelled.

Wanda partnered with Vision, Nat went with Bruce, Thor went with Clint, Rhodey went with Tony (they let Peter join them because Tony brought a really big tent for himself). Steve was about to go up to Bucky and ask if wanted to bunk together, but before he could, Sam snatched him up.

“Buck? I thought you hated Sam,” Steve asked, confused.

“Nah, it’s fine. We just bicker. Plus, guess who you’re stuck with now.” Bucky winked at him before picking up his tent and leaving with Sam.

Steve’s eyes widened in realization. He quickly turned around to see you, smiling awkwardly and nervously at him. You felt anxious. You didn’t want to ask him to share a tent with you! Would he even want to?

Steve approached you. “Hey, doll. Guess we’re stuck together, huh?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry about that. I guess all the couples kind of stuck together and I’m surprised Bucky and Sam are together. You don’t have to share with me if you don’t want to bu—”

“Woah, doll. Slow down,” he chuckled. “I’m happy to share with you.” You blushed heavily at him and just hoped he didn’t notice.

Steve tried to ignore the blush on your cheeks but it made his heart clench. He could get through this. He could get through this.

A few camp songs and a ton of s’mores later, it was getting late once again. The Avengers retired to their tents to get some sleep.

Steve walked into his tent to find you there.

“Um, where should I change?” you squeaked.

“Oh, uh. You can change here. I’ll just walk out.” Steve’s voice almost cracked at your question. He avoided thinking about it and walked out of the tent.

When you were done, he walked back in and he tried to quell his reaction. You were wearing tiny pajama shorts with an almost see-through white tank top. He could see your nipples poke through your shirt, even though you tried to cover it with your hair. It didn’t work. He swallowed and averted his gaze.

“Er, are you going to change too?” you asked. You shifted your feet awkwardly.

“Oh, yeah. But you can stay. I don’t want you to have to put your shoes on to go outside,” Steve answered.

“Ok,” you managed to answer. It came out merely above a whisper. You turned around to face the wall of the tent so Steve could change. You were in the same area of confined space with the person you had a massive crush on while he changed. Great.

Eventually, you turned back around to see Steve in loose sweatpants and no shirt. You had to bite your lip again just to keep yourself from letting out a moan. He looked so good. You imagined what it would be like if he took you right in the forest.

“Sorry, I usually sleep without a shirt. But I can put one on,” Steve blurted out, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts.

“Huh? Oh no, it’s ok!” you said quickly. “If that’s how you normally sleep, then feel free. It’s perfectly fine.”

Suddenly, you shivered as you realized just how cold it was without your sweatshirt.

“I should have brought warmer pajamas,” you muttered.

“If you’re cold, you can um...you can share my sleeping bag with me. It can fit both of us. You don’t have to. Only if you’re comfortable.” Steve realized how dumb that sounded and began to suggest another option. “Or maybe Tony has some more blankets.”

“Could I sleep with you?” you asked him quietly. You played with the hem of your shirt. A nervous habit which Steve had noticed a while ago. He loved your little nervous habits.

“Yeah,” he breathed out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sat back down into his sleeping bag and you climbed in with him. He scooted as far away from you as possible to avoid making you uncomfortable. But much to his disbelief, you snuggled up into his chest, making contact with him as much as possible.

You were so cold, you tried to take all of Steve’s heat. You just hoped he was ok with it.

Steve almost sighed at the feeling of having you so close to him. Sure, he’d hugged you before, but having you close like this, was something completely different. He felt himself harden at the feeling of you rubbing up against him to gain friction to heat yourself up. In the process, you had accidentally rubbed your leg against him and he had to suppress a moan.

Soon, you fell asleep in Steve's arms and he fell asleep with his face covered in your hair.

—

“Up and at ‘em crew!”

You jumped at Sam's voice. Everyone got up from their tents. Nat, Clint, Bucky, Vision, Thor and Rhodey were out in a couple of seconds. The others took a little longer, including you and Steve.

You were hesitant to leave his arms, but you would have to get up at some point.

You didn't really know what to say to him, so you remained silent while you both changed, your backs turned.

You walked out of the tent with Steve to see the group standing around.

“You took a long time to get ready,” Wanda whispered to you. “Any reason?”

“Um no?” you mumbled, playing with the buttons on your flannel.

Wanda didn't say anything in response but you saw the suspicion is her eyes. She gave you a light pat on your shoulder and turned her attention to Vision.

“Everybody got everything?” Bucky asked.

“Alright let's go!” Clint yelled.

They decided to go on a hike through the forest, walk up part of the mountain nearby, and finally end up at a waterfall that dumped into a lake.

After a couple of hours, you made it to the cliffside pathway of the mountain.

You took your camera out to take pictures of the group. Your favourite one was of Steve and Bucky looking at the view.

“I see the lake waterfall!” Bruce said. Peter, Thor, and Clint ran ahead of the group to see the large lake.

Finally, the Avengers arrived to the large lake. They set up the things they brought and sat to enjoy the view.

Bruce and Clint taught Thor and Peter how to fish, Rhodey tried to pry Tony’s tech away from him, Bucky, Steve, and Vision began to make a fire, and you, Wanda, and Nat started to take a walk around the lake.

“So, Steve huh?” Nat asked you, raising an eyebrow.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” you asked, trying to keep your composure.

“We know you like him,” Wanda explained.

“Well I— I don't… I mean I…” you sighed. “Was it that obvious?”

“Only to us,” Nat reassured. “Steve, on the other hand, is totally blowing his cover?”

“What do you mean?”

“He likes you too. He's so bad at covering it up,” Wanda laughed.

“You should tell him you like him,” Nat urged, giving you a slight nudge.

“What? No! I can't tell him. He-He doesn't like me like that. We're friends.”

“Are you kidding? Rogers is practically in love with you, Y/N,” Nat scoffed.

“The way he looks at you… isn't the way someone looks at a friend,” Wanda stopped walking to look at you. She looked serious. “Believe me, Y/N. He loves you.”

—

The sun started to set and the Avengers began to settle down by the fire. But you couldn't sit down. You were filled with anxiety.

Did Steve really love you? Did he really look at you the way Wanda said he did?

You needed to clear your head. You decided to go for a swim. It was dark, so you stripped out of your clothes, leaving just your bra and panties on, behind a rock near the waterfall and jumped into the cold water.

You swam underneath the waterfall to have some time to yourself and think things over. There was a large opening made of stone in the cliff behind the waterfall.

You sat down facing the waterfall and placed your head in your hands.

“Y/N.” You heard someone moan your name.

You yelped and stood up. It was Steve. Bare naked. And masturbating. To you. You gasped and turned around. You blushed profusely.

“Oh my God! I'm so sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here,” you apologized. You suddenly realized how little you were wearing as well and your blush grew.

“Oh God, I'm so sorry Y/N. I didn't mean for you to see… Um. You can turn around now. I put some pants on,” Steve said nervously. You slowly turned around with your hands trying to cover yourself. He gave you a weak smile.

“Sorry,” he said again.

“I-It's ok. I mean I just heard my name so I looked behind me and… ” you stuttered.

“I'm so sorry. This is really embarrassing. I didn't um…”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” He placed his hand on the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Do you like me?” You walked closer to him. You felt yourself grow wet.

“I-I uh…” He sighed in defeat. “Y/N, I'm in love with you.”

“You-You are?” You felt your breath hitch.

He nodded slightly in reply, still avoiding your gaze.

You closed the space in between the two of you and he looked down at you.

“I love you too, Steve,” you breathed.

He met your eyes with his in surprise. “You do?”

You nodded and smiled.

Steve couldn’t believe it. You loved him? You were in love with him… Before thinking, Steve grabbed your face and kissed you. It was hungry—like he had been starved of you. His hands grabbed both sides of your face. It grew more and more heated. His hands lowered to your hips and he began moving you to the wall of the stone cliff. Your back hit the wall and you broke off the kiss.

“I want you,” you cooed. You rubbed your hips against him to gain some friction. He moaned, nut held your hips firm and closed his eyes shut.

He opened his eyes and looked deep into yours. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes, God yes. Steve, I want you.” You started to unbuckle his pants and pulled them down, releasing his hard cock. You moaned at the sight. You started to lower yourself to have a taste, but Steve stopped you.

“You first, princess.” He unclasped your bra and moved your panties to the side. He stuck a finger into your dripping pussy.

“You’re so wet.” You whimpered at his touch, but you craved more. “Steve please,” you begged. “I need you so much.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Steve whispered. “Now that I have you, I’m taking my time.” He took his finger out of you and you sighed at the loss. You gasped when you left his tongue lick a stripe along your clit.

“Oh God, Steve,” you moaned. He continued to lick your clit. He stuck two fingers in your cunt and began to move them in and out. You were a moaning mess. “Oh… Yes. Oh my god, Steve. Steve!”

You felt yourself reaching your high when Steve removed his fingers once again and stood up. You were about to protest when Steve crashed his lips onto yours. You moaned his mouth. He tugged at your panties and ripped them off of you before tossing them to the side. You felt the tip of his cock poke into your opening.

“Are you ready for me, doll?”

“Yes, Steve. I need you so bad,” you moaned against his mouth.

Slowly, he sheathed himself inside of you. He grunted and suppressed a moan. “God, you’re so tight.”

Eventually, you moved your hips to tell him you were ready for him to start moving. He began to slowly thrust into you, pushing you further into the wall. “Y/N, God, I love you so much,” he grunted. You shifted your hips slightly, which caused him to let out a moan.

He started to thrust into you faster. You continued to moan and buried your nose into his shoulder. You felt your high coming again. “Steve,” you whimpered. “I-I gonna cum!”

“Me too, doll,” he grunted. He brought his hand to your clit and began to rub it quickly. You let out a loud moan. “Come on, doll. Cum for me.”

“Oh, oh Steve! Oh God! Steve,” you moaned as your pussy throbbed and you came over his cock. Steve was close behind as he let go inside your pussy, his cum filling you up.

“That was so much better than I ever imagined it,” you breathed as you came down from your high.

“You imagined it?” Steve asked, smiling at you.

“Maybe…” you mumbled, hiding your face in his chest.

“Y/N?” Steve said softly, brushing a hand through your hair.

You hummed in response.

“I meant what I said,” he continued. “I love you.”

“I did too,” you said, looking up at his bright blue eyes. “I love you.”

Steve kissed you again, softer and more affectionate this time.

“Maybe we should get back to the group. We’re probably leaving now,” Steve said. You began to pick up your clothes.

“Maybe we can have a round two in the tent,” you suggested, putting your bra on.

“If you can stay quiet while I fill you up again,” Steve said. You bit your lip to hide your moan.

“Come on. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can get to it. We do share a tent after all.”

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riarushi · 6 years ago

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mark as your best friend in canada.

❥ genre- best friends to lovers, fluff

❥ word count- 795

My lovely mutual @moonblssm suggested this idea when we were chatting, so I did it!

Any locations mentioned here by name are real locations, I chose them based on their accessibility from the 156 bus and their popularity as tourist/photography spots. It's mostly just a bunch of rambling so... I hope it's entertaining to read lol (I have too much fun writing for Vancouver Mark)

~Ness

ミ☆

You met Mark in elementary school.

He had transferred from another school in the district, and was assigned to sit beside you by the teacher.

Being the small, friendly fetus you were, you striked up conversation with him

"Hey! Do you wanna play on the playground together during recess?"

He simply smiled and nodded happily at your offer.

Since that day, the two of you were inseparable.

Even after graduation, you continued to go to the same middle and high schools.

Neither of which were able to set you two apart.

ミ☆

"Yo, Y/N. Did you finish the English assignment?"

"Pfft, you actually think I did it?"

"I saw you working on it at lunch, give me your paper."

You whined, slapping his hand that had started reaching for your binder.

"Just ask Yukhei!"

"You know he just writes big words he finds in the dictionary!"

Trying not to laugh at his comment, you pulled out the paper and shoved it into his hands.

"Give it back after next period, 'kay?"

He nodded, grinning like a child.

ミ☆

"Did you sleep in again?"

You glared at Mark, who was trying to hide his smile under a disappointed frown.

"N-No! I just left my phone in the house..."

The two of you entered the skytrain station and went up the escalators to the platform.

Once the skytrain arrived and you entered, you quickly ran to grab the single seat at the back of the section.

The spot let you see the city through a small little window, which is why you loved it.

Mark sat on one of the double seats close to you, leaning forward so he could talk comfortably with you.

"Markie, we should try that café near Lougheed Mall."

He chuckled, untangling his earbuds and placing one in your ear while putting the other in his own.

"Which one? There's like 20 in that area."

"The one with the latte art! Renjun was talking about it yesterday, remember?"

The boy could only smile, changing the song as you searched for directions to the dessert café.

ミ☆

"Stop!! Mark-- Get away! That's-that's not fair!"

His hand aimlessly whacked around your controller, and he kept his gaze on the screen.

GAME

You pouted as he celebrated his victory.

"Cheater..."

He patted your head.

"You know you wouldn't have won even if I didn't."

Picking up your controller and setting up another round, you nudged him gently.

"Just watch me, loser."

ミ☆

"Markie, take off your shoes and join me!"

He shook his head.

You groaned, stepping onto the large stones at the side of the stream.

"Who comes to Lynn Valley and doesn't get in the water..?"

You grabbed Mark's wrist, pulling him towards the running water.

"Wait, give me a second! I need to take off my sh--"

After the hike, someone definitely went home without a dry pair of socks..

ミ☆

"He doesn't deserve you.."

You clinged to the fabric of Mark's shirt, sobbing your eyes out.

"M-Maybe... I-I shouldn't have... s-said anything.."

You felt him stroke your hair and pat your back.

"It was strong of you to tell him, you'll get even stronger because of the rejection, too."

"Markie..."

He gazed down to look at your eyes staring right back at him.

Your tears disappeared as he instinctively wiped them away with his thumb.

"Markie... Thank you for being here for me all the time..."

He smiled gently.

"Of course."

ミ☆

"Wait! Take a photo here, too."

You laughed as Mark imitates the pose of the statue, snapping a picture.

"Looking amazing, Mr. Lee! Let's try a few more~"

The giggles didn't stop when Mark moved into dramatic positions, attracting the attention of people passing by.

"Wait wait wait wait wait. Y/N, come take a photo with me."

You skipped over and got into frame on the boy's phone.

He pokes your cheek and takes the picture.

"Ooh, this one's pretty nice. I'll send it to you, 'kay?"

You nod happily at his offer.

ミ☆

"Guess who got into UBC~"

Mark got up from his seat, walking over to look over your acceptance letter.

"No way! So we're going to the same university?"

"Mhm, mhm!!"

The two of you embraced each other, jumping around in excitement.

"Okay, but you're gonna be in charge of decorating our dorm room Y/N."

"Hey! Are you trying to avoid it?"

He looked at you with confusion.

"Avoid decorating? Yeah, I don't know how colours work."

"No idiot!! The person you like!"

Mark pulls away, his face covered in worry.

"What do you mean?"

"You said if I got accepted, you'd tell me who you like! Remember?"

He coughed into his hand, before moving it to rub the back of his neck.

"Well, yeah. About that... Can I talk to you about something?"

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girls-scenarios · 6 years ago

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Love and Relaxation

Idol: Heejin (Loona)

Prompt: Hi~ Could it be LOONA's Heejin scenario: she comforts the s/o about studies and suggests a cute little trip to nearest city to relax? (Can it be mainly focused on the trip?) Thank you so much!❤

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I need this type of vacation right now and I’m sure a lot of you can relate. I hope this gives you all strength during this midterms season!

♡ Tip Jar♡

You were tired. Heejin could see it written all over your face, even if you tried your best to be energetic whenever she saw you. The sleepiness came through your voice over the phone, and you yawned more than usual, staring off into space before snapping out of it. You talked to her a little bit about your studies, and she knew how hard you were working to get your degree, but you rarely told her about how tired you were feeling, especially since you knew she was working hard too. But now, she had been given a break, and you were still working as hard as ever. Midterms were coming up, and Heejin felt bad that she could do nothing to help you.

You had just called her to chat, laughing about leaving your lunch at home because you were so tired as you left, and she bit her lip. “Would you like me to bring you some food and coffee?” She asked, holding the phone close to her ear and standing to her feet. Your campus wasn’t too far from her....

“You don’t have to do that, babe,” you said, and she smiled, even though you couldn’t see her.

“I want to, though. It’s not like I’m doing anything else right now.” You let out a little laugh on the other end.

“Alright, then. Seeing you and eating something you made does sound good right now.”

“How much time do you have before your next class starts?”

“Like an hour and a half now.”

“Okay, that’s enough time. I’ll throw something together and be there soon.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. I’m in the library in one of the study rooms, call me when you get here.”

“See you soon, love you.”

“I love you too.” The line went dead, and she rolled her shoulders. It was time to get to work.

A little while later and she had a cutely packed lunch and coffee in hand, walking towards the library. Hyunjin had teased her as she left that she was being wife material, and the idea made her blush to her ears, but she couldn’t say that it didn’t make her happy.

You were tucked in the back of the library, head buried in your books when she found you. You looked a little bit like a mess, but a cute mess, and she walked over to gently put a hand on your shoulder, making you take out your earbuds and look up at her.

“Food’s here.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m starving.” You shoved your books to the other end of the table and moved your bag so that she could sit down beside you, yawning slightly. She placed the food and coffee in front of you as she sat down.

“Good thing I came then. I wouldn’t want my baby to starve to death.” You let out a little laugh as you began to dig in, and Heejin took a look at the books strewn across the table. Textbooks mixed with research books and your notes lay with scattered notes stuck inside, and way too many of them said “study!!” Wincing, she looked back at you. “How many more tests do you have this week?”

“Four, and an essay. My other test and essay were last night, so at least my professors thought to mix it up a little bit.” She nodded, reaching over to rub your arm.

“You’re incredible, (Y/N). I think my brain would explode reading all of these.”

“I feel like my brain is about to explode,” you said with a laugh, but even the laugh sounded stressed as you leaned into her touch. “Honestly, I’m stressing out a lot, and I can’t wait for spring break. I feel like I might collapse at any minute.” She frowned and took you into her arms, checking your forehead to make sure you weren’t getting sick.

“Don’t say that.... Is there anything I can do?” You shook your head slightly.

“No, just this is enough. It’s really nice to be able to talk to you.”

As she left the library, she couldn’t help but feel a little down. You were so stressed and tired, and she hated seeing you like that. If only she could do something to help....

“Just make their spring break awesome,” Hyunjin suggested when Heejin confided in her. “If their tired, book, like, a spa day or something. Take them to some hot springs and feed them lots of yummy food.”

“A trip! Wait, that’s a good idea, Hyunjin.”

“I’m full of them, obviously.” Heejin rolled her eyes at her best friend and pulled out her phone to Google vacation towns near her. Immediately, tons of spots popped up, and she could feel herself grinning.

“Thanks, Hyunjin. I’m going to take (Y/N) on the most relaxing trip of their lives.”

When Saturday finally rolled around, Heejin was so excited that she hardly slept. Even wrapped up in your arms, since you’d come over after your last test to spend the night, she found herself wide awake, thinking about the trip. So it was no surprise that she was up and packing everything into the car when you woke up.

“Since when are you an early riser?” You asked from her bedroom door, grinning sleepily and rubbing your eyes. She just laughed from where she was making you breakfast at the stove and turned around to wink at you.

“See? I told you this was going to be special.” You padded over to her from the bedroom and wrapped your arms around her waist, and she leaned back into you. “Did you catch up on some lost sleep?”

“A little bit. One night isn’t going to make up for a month’s worth of lost sleep though.”

“That’s what this trip is for, then,” she said, turning around slightly to give you a quick kiss as she pulled the eggs from the stove. “I already got all your things in the car. All you have to worry about is eating breakfast and getting ready to go.”

“Wow, what an amazing girlfriend you are,” you said, joking around, but there was sincerity in your voice that made her beam, proud of herself.

“I try. Now let’s hurry and eat breakfast so we can get this relaxation trip on the road!”

The town wasn’t very far away, just a bit further away from the hustle and bustle from the city, but after about thirty minutes of singing along with her to her “iconic girl groups” playlist, you were passed out, head pressed against the window.

“Wow, you were so tired,” she said quietly, reaching over to brush some of the hair out of your eyes before turning down the music. With a smile, she turned her eyes back to the road, nodding her head along to the muted beat of her playlist.

There was only an hour or two more to go. She could stay awake on her own, as long as it meant you catching up on much-needed sleep.

About an hour and a half later, she unbuckled her seat belt and reached over to gently shake your shoulder. “(Y/N), baby, wake up, we’re here.” You jumped a little and blinked sleepily, looking around.

“Woah, did I sleep the whole time?”

“Yes, but it’s okay, you needed it.” She grinned and playfully ruffled your hair before climbing out of the car and breathing in the fresh air. Out here, away from the city, the air was much cleaner.

“This place is beautiful,” you said as you climbed out, looking around in awe and running your fingers through your now-messy hair. “How did you find this place?”

“Lots of Googling. I wanted to find a place near a hiking trail and good picnic spots, but they even have hot springs here so it’s a perfect hit.”

The hotel itself was gorgeous, made of beautiful stones and wood that perfectly accented the woods and lakes around it. It looked old and rustic, and as soon as the two of you stepped inside, you were greeted warmly by a jukebox quietly playing old hits and a rustic, yet new and updated, interior. A fireplace blazed in the corner, and although it was getting warmer outside, it still felt nice. After a talking to the girl at the front desk for a couple of moments, the two of you had a key and were headed up to the third floor.

“I got a suite,” she said as the two of you walked down the hall, “wait until you see it.”

The room was gorgeous, rustic yet sleek, and the two of you stepped in with wide eyes. A small kitchen greeted the two of you with darkened wood cabinets and speckled granite counter tops that led to bar seating opposite the sink. Plush carpet lined the floor after the kitchen, and the two of you kicked your shoes off as you walked deeper inside, taking in the tan and brown couch and chairs across from a fireplace and a large tv.

“There’s even a balcony,” you said, dropping your bag to walk over and open the balcony door. It look out over the woods, and the two of you could just hear the sound of the hot springs bubbling somewhere down below. Two chairs sat on the balcony, along with a small table, and you turned to smile at her. “We have to eat out here at least once.” Beaming with happiness, she nodded.

“That sounds wonderful.”

The bedroom was just as beautiful as the rest of the suite, with white and tan sheets and blankets covering the giant bed and a rustic wooden bed frame. A huge closet was at one side and a tv was mounted across from the bed, with a large window letting in natural light beside it. You fell into the bed as Heejin moved over to open the door to the bathroom and let out a gasp. The bathroom was huge too, with a Jacuzzi tub, large shower, and a long counter top with two sinks and plenty of towels.

“I feel like a rich girl,” she joked, taking down one of the beautiful robes to look it over.

“No kidding. How did you manage to book this place?”

“Lots of Googling,” she said again, coming out of the bathroom with the robe tied on over her clothes and posing against the doorjamb. “What do you think?” You burst into laughter when you rolled over to look at her, sitting up.

“You look cute,” you said, standing to join her in the bathroom. “Wow, we could just stay in here and never leave.”

“Yeah, but don’t you want to go down and experience the hot springs?” The two of you looked at each other for a moment, before both of you grinned and you reached up to grab your robe.

“Race you to get changed!” Both of you rushed out of the bathroom to find your bags, rummaging through them in an attempt to get your swim suits before the other person. Heejin beat you to the bathroom and locked herself inside, making you groan. “Hey, no fair!”

“Get changed out there, then!” When she opened the door again, her hair was tied up and she was once again wrapped in her robe, wiggling her eyebrows. “You ready, slowpoke?”

“Of course I’m ready, cheater,” you replied a laugh, tying on your robe. “Let’s go.”

The hot springs weren’t the largest she’d ever seen, but they were pretty big, and the steam coming off them made her raise her eyebrows. “Ooh, so pretty.”

“You really found a gem out here,” you said, looking around at the foliage as you hung up your robe.

“I’m glad you like it. I tried my best.” She stepped in first, wincing and splashing you when you laughed. “You can’t tease me out here, or I’ll take you home!”

“Oh, will you?” You climbed in with her, a smug look on your face, and she noticed how energized you looked already. Of course she wouldn’t take you home.

“You’re lucky this place doesn’t do refunds, you brat.”

After soaking in the hot springs for a while, until her fingers began prune-y and you looked like you might fall asleep in the pool, the two of you headed back up to the room.

“Room service time,” she said, skipping over to the phone with the menu beside it. “I heard they make amazing pastas here, is that okay with you?”

“Sounds great to me,” you replied as you headed to the bedroom, sending her a thumbs-up. “Dibs on the shower!” She rolled her eyes, but was smiling as she picked up the phone and dialed the number on the menu. Everything was going great so far.

The night ended with the two of you eating pasta in bed in your pj’s, watching some of your favorite cartoons until you yawned and leaned your head on her shoulder, drifting off. For a little while, she let the cartoons run, enjoying being so close to you, before eventually she turned off the tv and put away the pasta bowls. When she climbed back into bed, she pressed a little kiss to your forehead, promising that tomorrow would be even better.

The rest of the trip went so smoothly that Heejin found herself never wanting to go back. The hot springs were wonderful, but so were the hiking trails. The lake nearby was beautiful to sit beside and look at, and the two of you had a picnic there, eating slowly and admiring the view as you just talked and relaxed. The trails weren’t so hard that they were exhausting, and it was nice just to walk around, pointing out the different types of wildlife and trying to find giant pine cones to take home. At one point, you even found a flower, early in bloom, and jokingly got down on one knee to give it to her. She wore it behind her ear for the rest of the day, gently touching it and smiling whenever your back was turned.

She watched as the dark circles disappeared from your eyes, watched as you laughed freely and as your shoulders became less tense. Even at the cute drive-in movie theater, she found herself watching you a little more than the screen, although that was kind of normal for her. She just loved you that much. When the two of you ate dinner on the balcony, watching as the sun set, she couldn’t help leaning over to kiss you. You tasted like the Pho that the two of you had picked up on the way back to the hotel, and she took in the dusting of a blush on your cheeks, hardly visible in the dim evening light.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The last day was the spa day, and she woke up not wanting to leave. Even if she wanted to go to the spa, she knew the two of you would have to leave early the next morning, and that thought made her not want to get up and go. You were already awake, a first for the trip, reading the book you’d brought along because “you needed to read more for fun instead of school”, and she whined as she rolled over, wrapping her arms around your waist. “I don’t want to get up.”

“Then don’t,” you said, smiling down at her and running your fingers through her messy hair. She yawned and closed her eyes, nuzzling into your stomach.

“Let’s just stay here forever.” You let out a chuckle.

“I wish we could, but I don’t think either of us could afford that.”

“Yeah. I still wish time would stop.”

“Me too.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment, listening to the birds chirping outside the window, before you cleared your throat, making her open her eyes to look up at you. “Hey, thanks for this trip. I really needed it. I was so stressed and tired, but now I feel rejuvenated. Like I can do anything when we get back. I don’t want to leave either, it’s been that great.” She smiled and reached up to lovingly pat your cheek.

“You’re welcome. I did all of this for you.”

“But did you enjoy yourself too?”

“Of course!” She sat up, climbing into your lap as you placed your book on the bedside table. “This has been the best trip of my life, I’m telling you. We should make this a tradition.”

“Really?” You raised your eyebrows and wrapped your arms around her, and she nodded.

“Really. Why don’t we do a little mini vacation for spring and fall breaks from now on?” A grin spread over your face.

“That actually sounds incredible. I’d love to do that, but you have to let me plan some too.”

“Sounds like a deal. Seal it with a kiss?” You laughed, and warmth filled her body as you leaned in to kiss her, pulling her closer. In a few hours, the two of you had to be up and ready for a spa day. But for right now, the two of you had nothing to do and nowhere to go, alone together to do whatever your hearts desired, and it was everything that she’d wanted it to be: perfect.

#loona #heejin #loona scenario #loona scenarios #heejin scenario #heejin scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups #t:collegeau #kinda

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heavenbarnes · 6 years ago

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Stress Leave

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: a lot of words, fingering, titty sucking, relaxing setting, i really actually think that is it.

Word Count: 3469

this is something that came to mind when i was thinking of being somewhere else. i have a real fondness for dreamy language and writing and a love for a pretty city. also my fav kind of porn is that really relaxing stuff where it is just so calm lol. so yes this is more descriptive writing than it is smut but i figured people would only read it if someone was having sex so i do hope you guys enjoy.

You awoke with the natural sunlight. You couldn’t see it, thanks to the silk mask covering your eyes. You could feel it on your uncovered skin. It danced across your arms and lightly brushed your face, warming more than just your skin. It warmed your soul.

You took the mask off your eyes and lay it next to you on the white comforter. You rolled your body and pulled your hands up close to your face. Your head stayed plush against the mountain of pillows behind you. You let your eyes drift out the large window and over the buildings in front of you.

You could hear the bustle of the city beneath you. It was different to the city you lived in. That city was cold noise, if that made sense? Cold in the way that everybody was doing their own thing, rushing about, thinking that their own issues were the only issues going on in the world today. Not thinking of those around them. It was the sound of wheels in puddles, splashing the person on a bike. It was swearing and fist shaking and “hey, I’m walking here!”

This noise was a warm noise. For one, the air was warm. But the noise traveled and circled your eyes and made you feel nice. It was strangers smiling at strangers, asking them how they were. It was a horn honking, not to say “get out the way!” but to say “hey, I haven’t seen you in a while!” It was the tiny noises of people throwing change into a buskers hat. It was a baker giving away a loaf of bread simply because he’d made extra that day.

You closed your eyes and let the world below you fill your senses. You tried not to think of the fact you had to leave this place at some point. Why let that ruin the experience? You preferred to just immerse yourself in it whilst you had the chance.

You instinctively reached to your nightstand to find your phone, before remembering you wouldn’t find it there. You wouldn’t find it anywhere. Part of the deal was that you were to leave it at home. If anyone needed to contact you, they contact SHIELD and they can get one of the support team to deliver the message. You needed to contact somebody? Well you could find a payphone, or better yet? Send them a letter.

You did that often, that came with the therapy. You wrote letters to everybody. You wrote most of them to Mr. Peter Parker. He wrote you back as well. You included little Polaroid photos of the city, and your jaunts around it. He’d get you to tell him about the most mundane parts of your day. He said they were his favorite, the way you could take a trip to the market and make it into a story you never want to put down.

You also sent them to Sam, you missed his humor so when you got letters back you had to prepare yourself for a splitting of your sides. You wrote to Wanda, you missed how you two could talk about anything. You wrote to Steve, thanked him for what he has done for you and asked him to keep your plants watered in your room.

You also took up walking. Not like hiking, just little strolls around the city. Sometimes you’d find yourself walking for hours, not noticing. As soon as your headphones went over your ears and you took in the sights around you, you were in another world.

That is what this place did for you. You didn’t have to worry about a mission, an enemy, protecting anybody or doing anything right. Nobody knew you here, nobody expected anything from you. There was a spattering of plain clothes SHIELD agents around the place at any one time, just in case something went wrong. Nothing ever went wrong.

You would take your bag everywhere with you everyday. It was just a brown leather tote. The handles had worn a bit and the lining had a small tear, but it was like your safety net. In it was always a packet of spearmint gum, one hair tie, one pen or pencil, one pair of sunglasses, a pair of earbuds in case you got tired of the over ear headphones, a snack of some sort, a photo of you and Peter, and your notebook.

You craved having your notebook on you at all times. You drew your surroundings often, not very good drawings but that didn’t matter. You’d also write down just about everything. You loved to observe, people walking buy, animals doing their best. You had a note for just about every happening in this city.

“Today I saw the most incredible thing...” was usually how they all started. From reading it, you’d think you thought everything you saw was incredible. That is probably because you did. Being in a sleepy city, miles and miles away from any troubles was incredible. Most people could only dream of what you had, and you only had to make a few small sacrifices to get there.

Yes that included things like giving up your phone, giving up the internet, but those things were no-brainers. It was actually doing you the world of good to have a break away from caring what other people thought of you. Having a break away from other people’s expectations of you. You could sit on the balcony and stare into a pot-plant for two hours and nobody would care. Bliss.

A slightly larger sacrifice was the trauma. You wouldn’t go into it because you didn’t want to put a damper on the situation around you. Your traumas and your past wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, but lately they’d been making it hard to live. SHIELD put you on mandatory stress leave. You couldn’t forget what had happened and nobody was asking you to, but it didn’t have to be the only thing on your mind anymore.

You finally arose from your blankets, reluctantly dragging your legs from the warm confines and stretching them out. You wiggled your toes, getting them used to the cooler air. Not cold, just not as warm as your bed sheets. The wooden floors creaked under your feet as you made your way to the balcony. The breeze picked up a strand of your hair and fluttered it away from your face.

You looked over the city, your city. You hadn’t been here long, others certainly had some time on you but it felt your own. It belonged to you just as much as it belonged to them, simply due to how it made you feel. The way it had released you from a place you had locked yourself inside of, without even realizing.

You put your hands on the wrought iron fence in front of you. You felt the breeze drift through your thin t-shirt, not enough to chill you. You could smell the cafe that was just tucked away on your right. They knew your order and your routine, they’d be expecting you around 11am. You were always there for your drink and a little yarn about your day.

You heard the most gentle knock at your door and your eyes opened. You hadn’t even realized your closed them as you felt the air kiss your skin. You knew exactly who was behind that door. Your heart skipped when you realized it was that time again. You brought in a deep breath and released it slowly. You loved this dreamy feeling that you got, it was nearly intoxicating.

“Come in.” You replied, quietly. You didn’t want to upset this perfect ambiance by talking to loudly or out of turn.

You heard the handle turn and footsteps on your floor. They joined you out on the balcony and watched your city with you. No words were exchanged, they knew how much you like a little quiet from time to time. They had a mind not unlike your own, very observant too. Just watched the people milling about, enjoying their own time.

“You should see this view at night, the city actually sleeps.” You spoke, softly. “My other room, you can hear something all time but there is actual silence here.”

“I’d like to see that.”

You turned on your heel and smiled kindly. Bucky was now in front of you, top of his hair tied up in a loose bun. He had on a burnt orange t-shirt which sat beautifully against his tanned skin. He returned your smile and reached out his right hand, his flesh hand, towards you.

You took it with your left hand and he led you to step over the threshold, back into your room. He extended his arm out so you could sit down on the end of your bed. He knelt down in front of you and lifted your left foot into his lap. He wiggled it to get movement into your ankle, flexing and watching for your reaction.

There was a little bit of tension in your muscles, but soon it subsided as he massaged lightly with both his metal and flesh fingers. His fingers moved up to your calf, working the same way. You shuddered slightly as he went over a tender spot.

“Sore?” He asked, running over the spot gently.

“A little, I guess.”

“You can admit if something hurts, that doesn’t mean you aren’t getting better.”

You had to remind yourself of that sometimes. Therapy and recovery wasn’t something you could fail. It was progress you made, one step at a time. Pain or flashbacks didn’t mean you were going backwards, it just meant you needed to work a little harder to go forward.

Bucky was one of the first people you met when you got here. He had been assigned to you to help with your recovery. He was only your physical therapist, you had another emotional therapist. Bucky had spent some time here for himself, a bit before you got there. He didn’t go into details with you about what happened, but you knew it must’ve been bad for him to lose his whole arm.

When you first got here you made the mistake of trying to compare his trauma to your own. Invalidating your own cause it wasn’t “as bad” as Bucky’s. He had stopped you in your tracks and explained that our trauma isn’t something that could be measured. We have all had our own pasts and our own experiences and they were as big or as small as we believed them to be.

He had become your best friend, your safety. It started out with only morning visits from him, to do your rehabilitation exercises. It started to evolve from there, he would ask if you wanted to join him for lunch. He would ask if he could join you on one of your many strolls around the city. He’d invite you to try the dinner he was making, on account that you ate with him.

He was part of your healing process. Learning to trust others again. Not everybody was out to get you. This city taught you that as well. You can walk around the city with headphones on without the constant fear that something unjust was waiting around a corner for you.

“How has your hip been?” His voice was soft enough to rouse you from your thoughts, not snap you.

“A lot better actually, doesn’t click as much when I move.”

“I’m glad, I was starting to think I’d have to break out the oil can.”

You let out a laugh straight from the chest. You appreciated his humor, the old timey jokes he’d make. Sometimes you’d call him Grandpa and he’d give you a quiet “hey!” but couldn’t help the chuckle that it brought out of him. Bucky always thought you were funny, even when you weren’t.

“And your back?”

You sighed, turning your head to watch your hand play with the throw blanket at the end of the bed. Out of your peripheral vision you could see Bucky’s eyes flick up to watch for your reaction.

“It still locks up when I sit up for two long.”

He smiled at you and finished working the knots out of your calf muscles. He stood back up and managed to tower over you. Not a scary tower, Bucky couldn’t be scary. You’d heard through the grapevine that he was different back in the day, that things happened. But you’d also heard that it wasn’t his fault. You knew that man and you knew how to make your own thoughts and opinions. You knew there wasn’t a hateful bone in his body.

“You want to take off your top and roll onto your front?”

He turned to face your door after he said that, respecting your privacy. You couldn’t help but chuckle, what a gentleman. You did just that, however. Tucked your shirt behind one of your pillows to wear to bed later that night, and lay down with your front pressed into your comforter. The cotton was slightly cool, a nice feeling against your skin.

You heard Bucky’s sneakers on the floor as he came around to the side of your bed. You listened and felt for his right knee come up and rest beside you on the mattress. Both his hands came down onto your back, there was a definite difference between the metal and skin. His fingers kneaded the sore spots on your back, seeming to make them melt away in an instant. You closed your eyes and rested your head against your folded arms.

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh as you felt him work out the tension, the pain, the past. Your body hadn’t been the same after that day. Things didn’t work like they used to, you couldn’t just go back to normal. Bucky was making things easier, he was helping things go back to normal

He brought one hand up to each of your shoulder blades. His thumbs went right in and under, you could hear the knots coming undone it was that intense. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and that is when it happened. A moan slipped right out of your lips and your back even arched a little. You immediately felt your cheeks flame. You couldn’t do anything, it happened again.

Bucky was pushing the spots on purpose. He has been doing your therapy for a good amount of time, he knew your body. His right hand came down your spine and his thumb pushed on one of your vertebrae. There was a quiet click and you made that same noise. You had now caught on that he was doing this on purpose. It felt unbelievably good, a goodness that only this city could provide. This city and the man that came with it.

He ran his hands up the side of your body, making you shiver. You stretched your arms out in front of you and pointed your legs out as straight as you could. He ran his hands up your arms and all the way back down to your legs. The stretch felt good, releasing all that pent up stress you didn’t realize you carried. Bucky taught you about being conscious of your body. Unclench your jaw, straighten your back, unfurrow your brow. You carry so much stress that harms your body without even knowing it.

You brought your arms down and pushed yourself up, flipping gently onto your back. Bucky’s breathing got shallow, he was already finishing the process of kicking his sneakers off and he got the rest of himself onto the bed. You could hear the sound of the buskers outside, starting their morning shows. The sound of violins drifted into the room, providing the perfect soundtrack.

Bucky brought himself down, lying on his chest with half his body on you and half on the bed. He brought his metal hand up to massage your right breast, his lips attaching to the left. You arched your back and let out a deep breath. You fingers slowly carded into his hair, your fingers massaging his scalp.

His lips wrapping gently around your nipple as his tongue flicked at it, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You could hear the sounds below your floor, the kitchen was rumbling with breakfasts being made. If everything went as it normally did, you and Bucky had about another 20 minutes of alone time.

He kept his lips on your chest, but brought his metal hand down to your shorts. His fingers undid the tie on the front, loose enough for him slip his hand down. The feeling of the metal against your sensitive skin drove you just about wild. You let out a quiet moan, the sound being intertwined with the sounds outside your window. The bird chips seemed to whisk it away before you could even hear it yourself.

Two of his fingers swirled around your clit, rubbing very gently. It was enough that it wasn’t teasing, but not so much that you felt rushed. His fingers went slightly lower to your opening to collect some wetness and came back up to continue the motions. Your eyes fluttered shut and you gently pulled at Bucky’s hair. He always told you that you could pull harder but you never wanted to. You just wanted to feel him, to remind yourself he was real.

He sucked harder at your nipple, alternating this with the motions below your waistline. He worked his fingers against you, making your breathing pick up and your muscles start to tense. You thought about this, unclenching your toes and your legs. You could hear the coffee maker in the kitchen below, this was one of the last things they did in their breakfast routine. You didn’t have long.

You bucked your hips up against his hand. He moved it down and almost teased you with his thick fingers. He slowly slid them both into you, right to the knuckle. You let out a long breath, which alternated to a moan at the end. You slid your hands down his back and grabbed at his t-shirt. He moved those fingers slowly, the feeling of them against your walls was making your heart pick up.

His teeth gently grazed against your nipple, careful not to hurt you. He just wanted to test your sensitivity. Your body shuddered at the feeling, not in a bad way. You arched your back as you longed for his teeth to be back on you. He chuckled quietly and gave you what you were after. Who was he to deny you?

His fingers worked against your front wall, you could feel your wetness drip down his metal digits. He sped up, matching it with the speed that he flicked at your nipple. Your breathing was becoming more erratic, and you couldn’t help your nails scraping at Bucky’s back. You heard him let out a moan against you which made you arch off the mattress.

“I am so close.” You whined, rolling your hips onto his fingers.

“You can come whenever you want, you’ve earned it.”

You let out a gentle moan, clenching around his fingers and wrapping your arms around him. He worked you through your orgasm, slowly rubbing your clit with his thumb. You let your chest rise and fall, regaining a steady heart rate as you came back down to earth.

You could hear the trays rattling in the hallway, breakfast was moments away. Bucky cleaned his fingers with his tongue, keeping eye contact with you whilst doing so. He went behind the pillows and found your shirt, passing it to you and helping you lift it over your head. He ducked his head down and pressed a kiss to your lips, moaning at the feeling.

He took your hand and led you out to the little table on your balcony, pulling your chair out for you and leaning against the railing. There was a knock at your door and after your say so, you breakfast tray came through the door along with a smiling woman.

She placed the meal in front of you, along with your coffee and orange juice. Your eyes practically turned to hearts at the sight before you. You patted the seat next you, silenced by the mouthful of food. Bucky grinned and sat beside you, his arm on the back of your chair as you both watched the city.

“Have you ever seen something so beautiful?” You asked softly, not wanting to disrupt the moment.

You eyes were so fixated on the view in front of you that you didn’t realize the eyes on you.

“Yes, I think I have.”

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #marvel smut #avengers smut #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader

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secondscratch17 · 6 years ago

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weird asks that say a lot

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? All of them. I drink tea in coffee mugs and teacups. I love drinking wine. I like that I can recycle soda cans

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? bubblegum if the flavor lasts long

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? the stereotypical quiet, obedient, smart, goody-two-shoes kid

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? somehow I like the aesthetic from soda bottles

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? hONESTLY I can dO ALL OF THE ABOVE in the span of days. Went to work one day wearing beach-y clothes for spirit day. Returned to pick up a friend to go see a metal concert in VERY metal concert attire. I own short, sweet summery floral dresses and gothic dresses, too

7. earbuds or headphones? Earbuds, they allow me to be more mobile

8. movies or tv shows? movies

9. favorite smell in the summer? Fresh cut grass. The smell of the ocean. Churros at the fair

10. game you were best at in p.e.? Soccer, obvs. Somehow would always last until the end of the game in dodgeball tho because I was small and no one could hit me

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist? Don’t have one.

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? Smarties!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? I remember re-reading Holes over and over just to make my book reports easier since I knew the boo so well. The Kite Runner was phenomenal and unforgettable

16. most comfortable position to sit in? idk?? I really can’t sit still in one position for too long

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? Currently my hiking/outdoorsy shoes. Also my black Nikes that I play pickup in and wear to the gym

18. ideal weather? Sunny and 65. Maybe one or two clouds. The tiniest of faint breezes to cool me down.

19. sleeping position? Any I can get into and fall asleep in quickly

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Laptop. I can edit easier.

21. obsession from childhood? Probably any cheesy show on Animal Planet. The Most Extreme, Meerkat Manor, Big Cat Diary, etc

22. role model? I have a lot of different ones. Role models for athletics, role models for career and ambition choices, artistic role models...can’t pick just one

23. strange habits? Spelling words with the tips of my fingers

24. favorite crystal? Aquamarine

25. first song you remember hearing? how in the FUCK am I supposed to remember that. I do remember my parents playing The Beatles for me when I was a toddler

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? Soccer! (futbol)

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? Sledding, making hot chocolate, or playing indoor soccer haha

28. five songs to describe you? Who I am Hates Who I’ve Been by Relient K, Proud by the Icarus Account, Land of the Dead by Voltaire, Always Leaving by Mayday Parade, Wavin’ Flag by K’naan

29. best way to bond with you? Listening to my favorite music with me or watching the US Women’s national soccer team with me

30. places that you find sacred? Belfast, Maine. Gold Camp Road. Newport Beach

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Tight jeans with holes in them, fishnets, and a crop top

32. top five favorite vines? Vines still exist?

33. most used phrase in your phone? “tbh”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? O O O O REILLYYYYYY’S autoparts

35. average time you fall asleep? around 9

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? I don’t remember

37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase

38. lemonade or tea? Is it warm outside? Lemonade. Is it cold outside? tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? PIE!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Zombie hunting or my professor cutting lab a half an hour short to go look at some Cedar waxwings

41. last person you texted? I think it was Robert

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? Pants pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Jean jacket

44. favorite scent for soap? Anything fruity

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy. It depends on how good the sci-fi movie is

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? as little as possible lmao

47. favorite type of cheese? Parmesan

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? A raspberry

49. what saying or quote do you live by? A great amount of good is always evened out by a great amount of bad

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Honestly Daniel knew how to make me laugh better than anyone. There are a couple of memories with him that I don’t remember entirely but I know that I ended up cry-laughing so hard that my head hurt. There was a time during my orientation camping trip when a bunch of us were playing ultimate Frisbee, and Jesse went to catch the frisbee in the most perfectly lateral horizontal position and the expression of focus just frozen on his face had me laughing so hard that I couldn’t see

51. current stresses? Sam. Jobs that I can apply for starting in May of 2020. Sam. STUDENT LOANS. Bills. Car payments. Wondering how fucked up my car has gotten since I’ve lived here on this ranch. Sam.

52. favorite font? Anything that looks fancy and sarcastic

53. what is the current state of your hands? Need to be washed.

54. what did you learn from your first job? The world is cruel and bad things happen without warning

55. favorite fairy tale? Uh....the Pied Piper?

56. favorite tradition? when my family visits for Christmas, eating lots of traditional Chinese food with them

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Heartbreak. Staggering rejection from the field I majored in. Probably a lot of body image struggles in there as well

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Writing, futbol, adaptability, flexibility. I think the last two are just traits but I don’t have a lot of talents I can invest in

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Let’s make like a baby and head out

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? No idea

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Though we are far apart, our spirits share the same earth and the same sky

62. seven characters you relate to? Bilbo Baggins from The Hobbit, Data from The Goonies, Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter, Eliza Thornberry from The Wild Thornberries, Raven from Teen Titans, Isaac from Teen Wolf

63. five songs that would play in your club? ANYTHING by Within Temptation. I wouldn’t be a good club owner. The catchy and pump-up songs from Hamilton.

64. favorite website from your childhood? Wasn’t allowed much computer time. I was allowed to visit educational sites and occasionally the Disney site

65. any permanent scars? some self-harm scars. Probably the one on my right leg that I got from CO parks and wildlife. I stepped on a barbed wire fence that had been plastered to the ground, but the metal sprang up when I stepped on it and ripped through my skin

66. favorite flower(s)? Plumerias

67. good luck charms? I’m not sure if I have any.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? earthworm flavor from Bertie Bott’s every flavor beans

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? uh...Something about not being able to spray silly string on Halloween in Hollywood

70. left or right handed? Right handed

71. least favorite pattern? wtf

72. worst subject? anything math related, I really struggled in GIS.

73. favorite weird flavor combo? I...have no idea

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 2. I’m a baby

75. when did you lose your first tooth? I was 6

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? chips and fries

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? a succulent

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? sushi from a grocery store, the quality can surprise you

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? Both are terrible

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Jewel tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? I hate bugs

82. pc or console? PC

83. writing or drawing? Writing, I’m terrible at drawing

84. podcasts or talk radio? Not into either

84. barbie or polly pocket? I had both

85. fairy tales or mythology? God!!!! Like hearing about both but mythology I guess

86. cookies or cupcakes? Cookies

87. your greatest fear? Being forgotten. I also have a terrible, horrible fear of drowning

88. your greatest wish? In the times I’ve struggled I often find myself wishing for peace. Not only for myself, but for others to easily feel peace with everyone else

89. who would you put before everyone else? Sierra

90. luckiest mistake? Mistake? There’s been lucky accidents but I don’t think any of my mistakes have been lucky

91. boxes or bags? It depends on what I’m packing and where I’m going

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Sunlight

93. nicknames? T, Tear, Tear-tear, T-Dog, Miss T..a few of my recent favorites from soccer: Ronaldinha and Thierry Chun