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kairi-chan · 4 years

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Hi! I hope you are having a great day. How about Loid and Anya planning a surprise for Yor on her birthday, with Loid buying Yor a real wedding/engagement ring to replace the grenade pin which she has been keeping up to this day? Thank you! 😍

Title: Small Space

Genre: Family/Romance/Humor/Feel Good Feels

Rating: G

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“Here ya go, Twilight.” Frankie placed a small, velvet black box in his gloved hand. “One engagement ring. I sure hope she says yes.” He snickered.

Loid did not find his friend’s joke funny in the slightest. He and Yor were fake married for a few months now, and things have been going quite well between the two of them. He had never really gotten her a proper engagement ring since his proposal was spontaneous and explosive. Literally. He opened the box and looked at the brilliant diamond that sat in the middle, flanked by two smaller rubies.

“Not really the traditional kind, if I do say so myself.” Frankie shrugged. “Oh, and here, you can have this. It came with the ring.”

The spy’s brow quirked up and saw it was a silver necklace chain inside a small ziplock bag. “It came with the ring?”

“Yeah, apparently some ladies like to wear it like a necklace.”

“Huh. Thanks.” Loid placed both items in his pocket and went on his way. Yor’s birthday was coming up soon, and the ring seemed like a good choice.

One time he picked Yor up from the office, he overheard her colleagues whispering about. It seemed they did not believe that she had been married since she had no ring, and always said she had no time to date. Things were a little complicated on that front. Even their neighbors were a little nosy about it. Loid thought that a wedding ring was enough, but it turns out it wasn’t.

He walked back to their apartment thinking of something he could do for Yor. Taking her out on a date would be nice, but he thought it would be better if Anya went with them. It wouldn’t appear normal for them to leave their daughter on her mother’s birthday. A party would be good, and it would convince Yor’s colleagues and their neighbors a little more.

The door opened before he could even open it, and he came face to face with Yor. Anya was holding on to her hand, and they both looked ready to head out. “Oh, Loid!” Yor smiled. “We were just heading out.”

An easy smile grew on his lips. “Yes, I can see that. Where to?”

“Ah, I forgot to get some groceries for dinner. I wasn’t sure what time you would be home, so I was going to bring Anya with me.”

“Pa’s home!” Anya cheered. “Come!”

“Sure. Actually, why don’t we have dinner out tonight.”

Yor touched her lower lip. “Are you sure? I can cook something fast for us when we get back.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Loid replied. Anya raised her arm towards him and made grabby hands. He sighed and picked Anya up. The little girl happily clung on to his shirt.

Their dinner plans were ruined since Anya had fallen asleep before they even reached the restaurant. His wife did most of the shopping, with Loid just carrying Anya. It was a little annoying, if she was tired, she should have stayed at home. But the cooing and praises of looking like a lovely young family that they got was a plus, even if it was all fake.

This whole family, even Anya’s parentage was fake. They were brought together due to their own agendas. Loid was doing it for Operation Strix, while Yor needed to be married to get her little brother and colleagues off her back. And Anya... He looked at the little girl sleeping soundly in his arm, leaning on his shoulder. She would be going back to the orphanage as soon as this was all over.

It was convenient. That’s all it was. But there were little cracks, moments wherein the fake blurred together with the real, jarring his judgment and fooling his heart.

The walk back to their apartment was quiet but comfortable. It had only been a few months, and perhaps a little too early to celebrate no arguments and whatnot but he and Yor actually got along well. As did she and Anya. Loid was thankful she could rely on her, too. He let Anya sleep on the couch while Yor put the groceries away.

He then rolled his sleeves up and helped her chop up the vegetables.

“I can take care of this, Loid. You can go rest while I prepare dinner.”

“It’s okay. Cooking isn’t a bother.” He smiled. “And besides, I wanted to talk to you.”

“What about?” She asked, putting the meat down.

“Your birthday is coming up. Is there something you want to do? Perhaps a party?”

“Oh, no!” Yor shook her hands in front of her. “That’s a little too much work, and I don’t really want one.” She averted her gaze.

Is she shy? “You can leave the cooking and cleaning to me if that’s what you’re worried about.” He chuckled.

“No, really. Maybe we can just do something, the three of us. Ah, Yuri might want to come. You can invite Frankie!”

So a small party, then? “You don’t want your colleagues to come?”

“Well… the last time I went to a party with them…” she trailed off. “Didn’t really go so well.”

Understandable.

“Okay, a small get together, then. You can leave it to me.”

Loid sat on the couch, a smile on his face, as he watched the events unfold before him. Yuri was drunk and so was Frankie. Anya thought they were being silly and easily roped the two adults to play a game with her. Being a spy, Loid had seen a lot of things that were out of the ordinary and downright weird, but he could not describe how disturbed he was with the scene before him.

Anya was on Frankie’s shoulders—normal, and totally acceptable. It got weirder when Yuri got on all fours, weeping, and Frankie got on his back. Anya was pointing towards the horizon, saying the lines she heard from her favorite Spy show. Yuri’s crying sounded more like donkey noises, which only made Loid cringe.

“They’re having fun, aren’t they?” Yor smiled and sat down next to him, placing a cup of hot tea on the center table.

“Too much fun, actually,” Loid muttered and turned to face her. “Sorry, Yor, this wasn’t how I wanted today to turn out.”

“What are you talking about?” Yor looked at him. “This is more than what I could ask for.”

“Really?”

“Mhmm.” She nodded. “My family’s complete.”

His eyes went wide, and he could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat. This is was fake. This whole family was fake. But in this small space and time—as the sun was about to set and blurred the line between day and night—Loid allowed himself to forget. “I got you something.” He pulled the box out of his pocket, presented it to her, and smiled. “Happy birthday.”

Yor took the box. Her eyes widened when she opened it and saw the ring. “Oh my! You didn’t have to!”

“But I wanted to.” He grinned and looked over at Yuri, now lying down on the floor, as he had given up from holding Frankie and Anya up on his back. Still crying, though. Loid turned his gaze back to her and noticed that she was spinning the grenade pin around her ring finger. “Here, let me.”

Yor’s cheeks flushed, as he slipped her wedding ring off, and then the grenade pin. Loid then slipped the new engagement ring on her finger, admiring it for a second, quite proud that it fit perfectly, before slipping her wedding ring back on.

“Oh, Loid.” Yor held her hand up to look at the ring. “It’s beautiful, thank you. But umm… can I keep the other ring?”

“This?” Loid held up the grenade pin. “Why, do you want to keep it?”

“Yes, of course I do.” Yor smiled. “It’s the ring you used to propose to me.”

The way she was smiling so warmly and sincerely made his skip again and Loid was convinced he might need to see a physician about it. He recovered quickly, though. “Then you can use this.” He pulled out the silver chain from his pocket and slipped the pin inside. “May I?”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but she shifted on the couch to turn her back towards him. Loid carefully put the chain around her neck, his fingers brushing her nape as he locked it in place. Yor turned to face him again, her left hand coming to touch her chest, giving Loid a good view of her necklace and new ring.

“Thank you, Loid.” Yor smiled at him. “This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Loid didn’t even get the chance to reply, as Anya had launched herself at them, wanting to play some more. Yor was happy to pick Anya up and tickle her, making her shriek and laugh. He shook his head, but stood up and followed his wife and daughter.

Perhaps for today, in this small space and time, Loid would enjoy what it meant to have a family.

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A/N: Just a quick fic before I go to sleep. Thank you for sending the prompt, darling! I have received a bunch, and a lot of them have the Damian being jealous and Loid being an overprotective father! Teehee. I’ve got some ideas, but feel free to send in more prompts! <3

If you like what I write, please do check out my profile for the link to my master post, twitter, Ao3, FFnet, and Ko-Fi.

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chapitre7 · 4 years

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let the wind blow away the meaningless words

The Untamed [陈情令] | Mo Dao Zu Shi [魔道祖师] fanfiction

Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian (Wangxian)

Modern AU

For @surefireshore ❤

Read on AO3

There’s been nothing new on Instagram for the past fifteen minutes. He doesn’t even like Instagram. But every time he opens the app, there’s new pictures of his sister and nephew, and although there’s some of his brother-in-law too, well, it’s a small price to pay to look at Yanli. Jiang Cheng has been in almost all of Huaisang’s pictures because they’re roommates and there’s no other person to validate Huaisang’s obsession with photography and dressing up in person while they’re all staying inside. Jiang Cheng even looks amused in some of them, and Wei Ying misses them. Misses the stupid world that he didn’t even have time for before everything changed.

His laptop has been thrown to the side and has long since gone into power saving mode. The lights are off because it’s early and the sun draws cheer into the walls and floor, but still Wei Ying’s phone is the brightest light in the room. He has e-mails to respond. He has clients waiting for him. He was planning on being productive because he loves being productive and coming up with ideas he had never tried before on any of his designs. But he had slept through his alarm, and he had showered, and had breakfast, and sat for an hour by his work desk and still nothing came to him. Not even the simple, or the ordinary, or even the basics. He wanted to lie down so he did — he’d just answer some of his e-mails, recheck his deadlines, work on his schedule a little bit, but he kept spacing out on the subject lines. If he opened them, his clients would be notified that he had read their e-mails, and then there’d be the expectation of the reply. He didn’t own a watch, but he used to have a clock when he lived with the Jiangs. It was loud in the middle of the night, so he still hears it sometimes. Ticking, ticking. How is it so late in the morning? How is it still morning?

Wei Ying’s cellphone falls out of his grasp. If he lies there, he could fall asleep, and if he falls asleep, he’s going to be tossing and turning all night. It’s still morning. There’s things to do. He’s still thinking about Yanli, Jiang Cheng, Huaisang, talking loudly and laughing, just the way they all used to. They’re all so busy now, and the promises to meet up are months old. It’s fine. He still loves them, and they love him. They’ll have a big get together after it’s all over. They can invite Huaisang’s brother and Lan Zhan’s brother and maybe his sister will let him help with the food. Making, not eating. Jiang Cheng can bite him.

He loves them and they love him. Yes. He knows that. It’s just a bad time. He inhales deeply, exhales. It’s a bad time.

The door to his room is ajar, and he watches as a small shadow approaches. Bichen hops into view and he smiles, can’t help but smile every time he sees the bunnies. If Bichen is wandering about, then Lan Zhan has already wrapped his tutoring for the morning. When he lets the bunnies out to roam freely around the apartment, Suibian always goes for the spots in the living room warm with the sun, but Bichen always follows Lan Zhan. She plays favorites and it’s not fair because it was Wei Ying who picked them at the pet shop all those years ago! They should love him best. But how could ever blame them for liking Lan Zhan best, when Lan Zhan is wonderful, and kind, and beautiful, and despite having crazy arm strength due to many years of archery, he touches you so gently? Lan Zhan is his favorite too, so he yields.

He’s having a whole mental conversation with Bichen for all of the ten seconds it takes for Lan Zhan to show up at his door.

“Wei Ying?” He asks, picking Bichen up and lingering there, as if this crazy man Wei Ying loves so much would need permission to enter his own bedroom.

Wei Ying doesn’t respond with words, just a hum, making grabby hands at the other. If he means he wants to hold Bichen or Lan Zhan or both, he doesn’t clear up. Lan Zhan just walks in, places Bichen in Wei Ying’s arms, and sits on the edge of the bed. His long hair is tied up in a low ponytail today, trailing down the right side of his chest.

“Lan Zhan, if you look this beautiful to your students, how are they ever going to pay attention in class?” Wei Ying says, petting Bichen absentmindedly, tutting at her when she means to jump off the bed.

“It’s a no go today?”

His long archer fingers brush Wei Ying’s bangs away from his face. Wei Ying hasn’t washed his hair in... too long, if he can’t really remember, but he also doesn’t want to make an effort to remember anything. He’s been making efforts for hours and all he wants to do is lie there and not think about people while thinking about people.

He chuckles, and it’s horrible, something high-pitched like Xue Yang from the office would make. Why the fuck is he thinking about Xue Yang now? He chuckles again.

“It’s a no go,” he says, closing his eyes, bringing Bichen a little closer to his chest and then having to hold her a little tighter to keep her in place for five seconds before she wriggles out and leaves him. Lan Zhan’s fingers are still in his hair, and he can feel his beautiful hazel eyes on him, so it’s good. Lan Zhan’s gaze, even angry, when they met in competitions, is always welcome. Especially now that he has it all for himself, and can call it his.

Wei Ying places his hand on top of Lan Zhan’s on his hair.

Lan Zhan hums, leans down to kiss Wei Ying’s temple. His lips are warm, making all of Wei Ying warm, even if right now, moving and doing any of the many promises to show Lan Zhan how he much loves him are the farthest things from his mind. Lan Zhan’s attention is like a blanket, or air, or any metaphor his functional brain could usually conjure. He threads his fingers through Lan Zhan’s and closes his eyes.

“What do you want for lunch?”

“I’m not hungry,” he says, and the hum that follows is disapproving. It makes Wei Ying smile, even if it fades quickly.

“What do you want for dinner then?”

“Lan Zhan picks,” he says, and Lan Zhan seems to like that a little better.

“Bibim Naengmyeon*?”

Wei Ying does laugh then, a spontaneous little thing. If Wei Ying let him, Lan Zhan would make him every spicy dish he likes, and eat it without complaining. He has to remind Lan Zhan, every day, that he should indulge in his favorite things too. That he’s allowed to, or else Wei Ying will spend all of his money to pamper him. Today, Wei Ying nods at the suggestion. Today, he pulls Lan Zhan’s arm in a clear invitation, and Lan Zhan goes, into Wei Ying’s open arms.

Jiang Cheng used to get angry with him when he was like this. He used to echo some of their mother’s worst words from her worst days. He never meant harm, he just didn’t know what to do. Wei Ying still doesn’t know either. But ever since their friendship turned into a relationship, Lan Zhan doesn’t shy away from contact. There’s always a kiss to the forehead when Wei Ying doesn’t expect, an arm around him, and he sleeps in his arms, as if they had always done so. And when his brain doesn’t obey him, doesn’t do the things expected of it, when Wei Ying wants to be as small as possible, because he’s too much, he’s always been too much, Lan Zhan takes it. He takes it and he holds him and lets him just be, and he still loves him.

“Lan Zhan,” he says, against his clavicle. “Sing me a song?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t like his singing voice, which is ridiculous, because to Wei Ying, it’s perfect just like the rest of him. He hums then, an old, loved melody, the vibrations of his voice touching Wei Ying’s skin. Wei Ying remembers listening to this very melody when they were just kids. It wasn’t his to claim yet, back then. He stole it from Lan Zhan through the closed door of the music room, Lan Zhan humming it and playing it on the piano; it was fragile then, and the most beautiful thing Wei Ying had ever heard. It was only many years later, only recently, that Wei Ying knew it was his, it had always been his, and would always be his.

Lan Zhan hums, one hand messing Wei Ying’s hair, the other holding his hand, and Wei Ying doesn’t want to fall asleep because there’s not a second of this that he wants to miss. When the song is finished, he has to hug Lan Zhan tight, just the way he does when Lan Zhan is the one who needs to be held, overwhelmed and with his eyes so distant and sad. If he holds him the tighter he can, does Lan Zhan know how much he loves him? He hopes so.

“I’ll bring you something to eat,” Lan Zhan says, kissing his forehead. Wei Ying whines, tries to hold on, but it’s not a real attempt, and Lan Zhan sits up. He picks up Bichen from whatever spot she had been lying on and puts her back in Wei Ying’s embrace, a fluffy replacement of him, before he kisses the back of one of Wei Ying’s hands and walks away.

He hums the song all the way to the kitchen. With his eyes closed, Wei Ying focuses on the sounds of his footsteps, of cabinets opening and closing, of the microwave. The signs of Lan Zhan’s life, of him in Wei Ying’s life. He hears murmured words and knows Lan Zhan is talking to Suibian, and the smile that grows on his face is wide, almost teary. He pets and kisses Bichen, and she’s lenient. Maybe she knows him, like Lan Zhan. They all know and love each other within these walls they made for themselves.

Maybe later, he’ll go grocery shopping for dinner with Lan Zhan. For now, he just lies on his bed, and he listens.

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* Bibim Naengmyeon (spicy cold noodles). There's no particular reason I chose a Korean recipe; I imagine Lan Zhan would cook Wei Ying just about anything he likes, regardless of the cuisine.

#The Untamed #Mo Dao Zu Shi #fanfiction #Wangxian #Wei Wuxian #Lan Wangji #Alternate Universe: Modern Setting

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saundraswriting · 4 years

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Need Some TLC Chapter 2: Fire

SUMMARY: When a bone tired reader decides to get medicinal help to sleep and misses the fire alarm, she can be grateful to have two super-soldiers next door.

WARNINGS: Medicinal aides to help sleep

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Bucky smiled to himself as he closed your door. No matter when or where, you cheered him up. Made him want to learn about this brave new world he found himself in. You were the one to show him how to use Netflix to watch documentaries or use YouTube to find how-to videos. You showed him that not all was lost, you treated him like a human person and not a ticking time bomb.

He walked down to his door and entered to the sound and smell of bacon cooking.

“Hey, punk. Y/N is home. She looks like she hasn’t been home in a week. FRIDAY said her floor was short but to be this short? That can’t be safe for her or her patients. So, I thought we could make her some lunch, inviter her over for Blue Planet or something? She wasn’t hungry for breakfast. She can’t skip too many meals-she’s losing weight as is.” Bucky shed his shoes at the door.

“Of course, I worry about her too. Come on, breakfast is ready, and we can watch some TV or something.” Steve said handing over a plate full of food.

Bucky accepted with a thanks but couldn’t help but focus on the wall shared between your and his apartment. He could hear you muttering under your breath as you went around and cleaned up a little. You were dead on your feet and still you were active. He heard you start your shower and stopped listening.

“Buck, for the love of all that is holy, please please please please talk to Y/N. All your pining is driving me crazy. Ask her out on a real date. Kiss her spontaneously. Do something. Do anything.” Steve said frustration evident.

“Steve! I can’t do that. Y/N is a nurse. She is full of compassion and warmth and goodness. I am dark and cold and jaded. I live in this apartment to help re-acclimate myself to the world and myself after Shuri fixed my brain. I can’t do anything, yet. I need to be better.” Bucky said.

“Bucky, there is no milestone that says you are healthy. You work at it every day; it isn’t something that just is or isn’t. mental health is a constant fight, but as long as you are here? You are winning. You are healthy.” Steve said. He had put his plate down, in a show of seriousness.

“Okay, punk, no need to get all righteous. I have a therapist for that.” Bucky swatted at his best friend.

“Yeah? So do I. it is my job as your friend and as Captain America to shove my righteousness into everyone’s face, isn’t?” Steve picked up is plate once more. Bucky laughed and turned his attention to the television. It was showing some sort of museum show.

There was a moment of quiet as one program ended, and another began. In that moment, your shower had turned off, catching Bucky’s attention once more. You stepped safely out of the shower and he could hear you search through your medicine cabinet.

“Two melatonin and 2 ibuprofen-pm. That should be enough to take the edge off and get me to sleep. Here’s hoping they don’t call me in tonight.” You voice was accompanied by the sink running.

“Steve, did you hear her?” Bucky asked.

“She must still be wound up. Give her like 6 hours or so, and we will go knock. Do a late lunch/early supper. She will be fine. She needs her sleep. Medicated or not.” Steve rationed.

“Door’s locked and so are the windows. Laundry is running so is the dishwasher. I am clean. I am dressed. Everything is off. I am going to bed.” You pulled your curtains. Bucky listened to you settle into bed before your breaths evened out.

“Good night, Y/N, sleep tight.” Bucky said to the wall. Steve just rolled his eyes. Hard.

Bucky and Steve had watched some TV and did a small work out in their gym Tony Stark had installed for them. Steve had also done some paperwork that wasn’t due for another week at least. And you had been asleep for three hours. Bucky and Steve were getting ready to start another movie when a loud blaring noise cut through the apartment.

“ER. ER. ER. ER. ER.”

Bucky and Steve jumped and covered their ears, the noise harsher for them. The raced out of the door knowing that FRIDAY’s security system would prevent any fire damage. They paused at your door, waiting for you to come out. Then you didn’t. Bucky and Steve waited another minute and you stilled didn’t come out. The super-soldiers looked at each other then your door and back at each other.

“Do it. I can afford a new one. We need to get her out. It may be a real fire.” Steve agreed with Bucky silent thought. Bucky didn’t even wait before taking one step back and slamming his heel into your door near the doorknob. Your now useless door crashed open, Bucky rushed in heading straight for the closed door down the short hallway. He threw it open and hesitated for a half second to take in the image of you in your bed.

Your chest rose and fell evenly. Your H/C was laying on the pillow and your covers were pulled up to you chin, tucked in around your legs. Bucky blinked and remembered why he was even looking at you.

“Y/N! Come on, get up! The fire alarm is going off.” Bucky shook you a few times, but you didn’t even twitch. “Fuck it.” Bucky gathered you securely in all your blankets and hurried out of the apartment.

Steve was at the stairwell holding the door open as Bucky came through. They sprinted down the stairs and a few minutes later reached ground level. The duo looked around at the other tenants and emergencies crews waiting for the all clear. Bucky stood holding you tightly a little way from the others. A paramedic from the hospital you worked at scurried over with their medical bag in hand.

‘Sargent Barnes. Captain Rogers. Are you alright? You need anything? Is Y/N okay?” The paramedic seemed unbothered by everything going on.

“No, Ma’am. We are all just fine. We had to get out floor mate out of her room. She is a floor nurse at the nearby hospital. She was sleeping and didn’t hear the alarm ringing.” Steve explained.

The paramedic nodded and glanced at you wrapped in blankets, in the Winter Soldier’s arms. “Y/N. I see her occasionally at the hospital. Glad she has two super-soldiers to look out for her. She needs some affection.” The paramedic waved as they continued to check over the tenants.

After about an hour, the fire marshal came out of the building.

“Everyone is safe to return inside. The was a small kitchen fire on the first floor. There is no structural damage and only slight cosmetic damage to be repaired. I am confident there will be no rekindling considering this was a small grease fire. Thank you for your cooperation. Have a safe day.” The Emergencies Services left the premise, and everyone returned to their residence.

Bucky carried you up the stairs they had hurried down little over an hour ago. He had held you the entire hour they waited for permission to return, not even slightly uncomfortable. He gently placed you on the couch with a blanket and pillow.

“Steve, I think it would be best to do dinner in here. We can feed her and keep an eye on her and she won’t be alone with no door. I am going to get the stuff to make dinner and then be back. Once I get back you can go get a door. Make it a nice one and get an extra key or two.” Bucky said.

He looked up from tucking you in and saw the disapproving look on Steve’s face. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck guilty.

“I know it is a major breach in privacy. I know. But I can’t go through that again. I was really scared. And besides, we need to give her a key to our place and hide a spare as well. So, make two of ours as well. I have a plan.” Bucky said.

“Fine. If you have a plan, then I guess it is okay. I will clean up the door. Go raid our pantry to feed your girl.” Steve smiled at his best friend. Bucky scoffed in exasperation but left to get the stuff needed while Steve cleaned up the door.

‘What would have happened if he wasn’t home? What if the fire had started in your apartment?’ Bucky shook those thoughts away. You were safe and that is all that mattered. He began focusing on what to make for dinner not wanting to harp on the what-if’s.

He quickly gathered everything up and got back to your apartment where Steve was finishing measuring the door frame. “Bucky, everything is fine. Stop worrying. If you want, I can talk to Tony about outfitting her place with FRIDAY or something.”

Bucky looked towards his best friend, his closest friend. He was leaning against the counter as sure and strong as ever. “Buck, nothing happened. You did good today. Don’t go overthinking. I love her because you love her. She is family since she leaves us cookies on your bad days. She makes you happy Buck, I’d do anything for her.” Steve was steady from his eyes to his toes, certain in his declaration. Bucky trusted his words but trusted his body language even more (Captain America had loud tells, who knew?). The heart he was able to taste since the fire alarm went off began to settle and his shoulders lost their tension.

“Do anything for who, Captain Rogers? Are you cooking in my apartment, Sargent Barnes? Wait. This is my apartment, right?” You rose to a sitting position, blinking in disbelief at the scene in front of you.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x medical! reader #bucky barnes x nurse! reader #bucky barnes fluff #protective bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #fire alarm #saundrasrambles #saundrasays #saundraswriting #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x tony stark #steve rogers fanfiction #domestic avengers #avengers family #Need Some TLC fic

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kiruuuuu · 5 years

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Fuze/Wolf oneshot in which Wolf can’t sleep and Fuze assists. (Rating G/T, emotional hurt/comfort + fluff, ~2.7k words) - written for @viral-marketer!! ♥♥ Thank you for the commission and I’m very happy you enjoyed this piece :) I’ll link more information on Wolf as soon as it’s available, and you can find my commission info here!

Sudden panic makes Wolf’s stomach drop. It’s as if she’s lost a limb, like the time a firecracker exploded in her hand because she didn’t realise the fuse actually took to the pitiful flame from her dying lighter and she couldn’t feel her fingers for ten minutes, like getting up too fast and almost blacking out. Like the time -

There’s no necessity to finish that thought, the memory burns white hot in her mind as it is, every time they’re on a mission, every time she shrinks away from a loud, unexpected noise, every time it happens with Boomer out of her sight. Just like now.

Her weapon falls to the ground with a clatter she barely hears as she dives head first into rubble, hitting her elbows on collapsed pieces of concrete, attempting to push past the debris, force her way through the entryway which is no more after part of the abandoned building collapsed to block it completely, trapping Wolf on this side and -

And Boomer on the other.

There are voices she doesn’t acknowledge, a hand on her upper arm she shakes off violently, and by now she’s drenched in sweat, frantic and desperate, claws at the obstacle hard enough to break a nail or two even through the gloves, hardly noticing the pain over the screeching in her head – it’s her own voice screaming at her, telling her she’s too late, she’s not going to make it, and it only ceases once an iron grip yanks her back, a tall figure towering over her and regarding her with concern.

“It’s alright, Grays”, Montagne informs her quietly yet doesn’t let her arm go, probably recognises the deafening static in her head, louder than the radio chatter, louder even than the pounding staccato of her heart. “Tina got him. Calm down.”

A myriad of questions pop up simultaneously but she gives the mountain of a man the benefit of the doubt, listens to comms for a moment and finds his words confirmed: the operators on the other side of the building sound carefree, relieved, someone mentions excited tail wagging and yes, Montagne speaks the truth. They just finished their mission successfully, the explosion separating her and Boomer marking the tail end of the fight.

Slowly, reality creeps back in, makes her feel the ground under her feet keenly as if it was something she’d been missing for the last week. Her breath evens out after a few deep inhales and eventually, Montagne lets her go with a reassuring nod, after which she looks around the room to gather her bearings. The sideglances she earns make her face flush and shame pool in her stomach – she must’ve been obvious in her panic, possibly pathetic in her flailing, certainly not behaving like a professional at all, but the noise and not being able to see her dog and the memories -

“Don’t worry about it, happens to all of us.” Montagne’s soothing baritone is doing wonders for her nerves. “You did well regardless.”

And the way he pats her shoulder stays with her until they’ve left the building, a reminder that people place their trust in her and she hasn’t let them down, a gesture she appreciates fiercely. She was focused when it counted, certainly assisting the organised assault, with Boomer even saving Blackbeard’s life at some point with his quick reflexes and instant reaction to her monosyllabic command. She did well indeed.

But she finds no rest until she spots Fuze, him of all people, carrying the energetic bundle of joy in his arms and struggling to hold on as Boomer tries to flail out of his grasp, eventually succeeding and rushing over to Wolf’s side for much-deserved ear scratches and praise.

“Your stupid mutt almost jumped out of the window when he saw you”, the Uzbek grumbles. It’s very clearly an invitation, a familiar song and dance they perform regularly, usually centred around Boomer – it started when Fuze first met her, not an hour after she arrived in Hereford, his first words being: I don’t like dogs. He might’ve claimed so but showcased very obviously that he does like bickering with a tiny American woman and thus Boomer has become a fantastic conversation starter between the two of them, with Fuze complaining about perfectly normal dog behaviour and Wolf enlightening him on this fact, and it usually ends in pancake recipes or the correct way to hide a body.

Normally, Wolf would gladly accept this invitation, but with her thoughts still in disarray, pulse too quick and fingers shaking, all she does is hug her dog and bury her face in his fur, seeking solace as well as support. He’s alive. He’s well. He made it.

It’s the mantra she repeats to herself all the way back to base.

That evening, she tidies up her kitchen. Not that it was necessary, not really, but taking out all the glassware and ceramics, lining them up on the counter and her table only to put them back in different places as if they were playing musical chairs soothes her, oddly enough. Cleaning isn’t a chore she enjoys and yet she dusts all the shelves, mops her entire flat and eventually catches herself eyeing the furniture in her bedroom, wondering whether she could rearrange it somehow to give it a new look and, most importantly, a new feel.

This is when she understands what she’s doing.

It doesn’t stop her, or else she wouldn’t choose to cook for herself after a day as stressful and exhausting like the one she had, and definitely not a recipe which requires her to chop a ridiculous amount of vegetables. She keeps herself busy. Not only that, she carries her phone around with her and makes it blare her favourite music, upbeat melodies accompanying the sizzling in the pan and tricking her into singing or humming along. When she eats, she does so in front of the TV, Boomer curled up next to her on the couch and doing what she’s desperately trying to avoid: sleeping.

Eyelids heavy, she forces herself to follow a generic action film, then another, playing around on her phone in the meantime, the stimulation keeping her distracted up to the point where she nearly dozes off despite the noise and flickering lights.

She’s scared, she realises belatedly. But she knows one person who can help.

Sometimes, Fuze can’t sleep either, though his condition sounds less like self-imposed insomnia and more like something out of his control, and maybe, just maybe, today is one of those days. Thumb hovering over the screen, she hesitates, mulls her decision over but eventually presses down, trepidation settling in her chest. She neither wants to be a bother nor come off as needy, but Fuze has never objected to her random messages, never once voiced any protest about early morning photos of sunrises or useless trivia she found online and, as she’s come to understand, lack of protest implies approval – at least with the Uzbek.

Communicating with him has been… strenuous at times. Anxiety and taciturnity usually don’t mix well and in the beginning, Fuze’s unflappable demeanour intimidated her immensely, but something pulled her towards the quiet man nonetheless, convinced her to keep trying. Being part of his friend group was the first step, allowing her to hover in his vicinity and direct questions at him now and then, though his monosyllabic replies briefly demotivated her. Glaz came to her rescue, however, by pointing out Fuze rarely even acknowledges others, let alone offer to do favours. And Wolf looked down at the phone Fuze voluntarily fixed after she’d dropped it the previous week; he didn’t require any prompting, merely overheard her mention it to Kapkan (who’d been enthusiastically petting Boomer, it seems the Russian really appreciates other hunters) and wordlessly held out his hand.

Over time, she’s come to realise that the silences between them are of a comfortable quality and the longer she watches him, the better she understands. Whenever anyone sits in his vicinity who’s too loud or whom he doesn’t like, he changes seats. If someone attempts to rope him into a conversation while he’s working, he lets them know not to bother him. His bluntness, too, was daunting – what if she incurred his ire herself? But despite her regularly barging in to ask him something while his clever fingers are tinkering away, he never turns her down, never once rebuked her.

And this is why she messages him, a simple: do you know the earliest man-made sonic boom?

She knows he enjoys fun facts like this, especially when it’s one he can figure out by himself. After pressing send, she stupidly waits and stares at the indicator telling her whether he’s received and read her question for entirely too long before deciding to relocate. Maybe she could go for a walk with Boomer, yet when she gets up and stretches her aching limbs, remnants of the bomb disposal mission they completed much too early in the day for her comfort, the animal by her side makes no move to follow her. Compassionate, dark eyes glance at her in defiance and Boomer makes himself as heavy as possible when she tries to pick him up. It’s his way of telling her it’s long past her usual bed time.

A small buzz catches her attention and she wakes up her phone to check Fuze’s answer, a simple, sincere: Let me think.

Wolf feels her lips stretch, her chest lighten, her restlessness diminish just knowing that he’s up, that he’s definitely thinking of her, holding his device in his steady fingers and pondering her prompt earnestly because it’s what he does. He’s always taken her seriously, it’s one of his traits she appreciates the most – not only is he honest, he also humours her whenever possible.

Spontaneously changing her plans, she gets ready for bed instead of forcing herself to stay up, going through her routine with a spring in her step and excitedly glancing at her phone repeatedly. It wouldn’t be the first time for her to text Fuze until she dozed off with it in her hand and more often than not, her sleep ended up uninterrupted as a result. She suddenly looks forward to diving under her covers and once she does, Boomer trots over now that the threat of her dragging him outside has vanished.

When instead of a soft vibration, the beginning chords of Rasputin begin to play (and whenever she hears it, she remembers Fuze’s adorable blush and mock indignation when she informed him of his new personalised ring tone), she jumps but accepts the call while snuggling deeper under her blankets.

“It’s a whip crack”, Fuze’s calm voice speaks into her ear, sparking a comfortable shudder running down her spine. “Isn’t it?”

“Did you look it up?” She knows he didn’t. He might be prideful but not arrogant, feels no need to appear smarter before her than he is.

“No. But it’s too loud and produces sound even in the air, so it’s not the end hitting the ground which causes the noise.”

“You’re right that it’s a sonic boom, but it’s not the earliest.”

She can almost hear his vague frustration and suppresses a giggle when she’s met with silence for a minute while he clearly racks his brain for the actual answer. There’s defeat underlining his words when he finally admits: “I give up. I don’t know.”

“It’s part of Glaz’ breakfast”, she hints and buries one of her hands in Boomer’s soft fur.

Another minute of silence. “Cornflakes?”

“Yes! Crunchy food breaks faster than the speed of sound. So if he ever chews again with his mouth open, tell him to turn down his sonic booms.”

Fuze snorts, audibly amused. “Tell that to your mutt. Sounds like he lives up to his name whenever he chomps on his dry food.”

They chat a little more, inconsequential and idle banter but Wolf eventually realises she hasn’t been this relaxed all day, never allowed her thoughts to wander for fear of where they’d land. But like this, surrounded by the safety of her home, listening to the even breaths of her dog and Fuze’s dry humour, it’s hard to imagine a world not filled with bliss and tranquillity.

“You should sleep, Grayson. It’s late enough”, Fuze reminds her after a lull in conversation.

“And what about you?”

“I’ll sleep too. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait”, she cuts in before he can end the call. Getting used to his direct style of communication was a process and she had to witness Fuze hanging up on people mid-sentence if he deemed their talk finished before realising that he extended her every courtesy in their calls. Words tingle on her tongue and uncertainty paralyses her momentarily but she’d somehow feel dishonest if she kept quiet about this. “I – had a flashback. Earlier today. Almost a panic attack. Did you hear -”

“Yes”, comes the instant reply and it’s obvious he’s been waiting for her to mention it – he wouldn’t done so himself, wouldn’t have wanted to make her feel weak. “Are you alright now?” She makes a soft affirmative noise and glances over at Boomer whose twitching paws indicate that he’s dreaming. “I’m worried.”

The admission makes her heart skip a beat, even though he’s probably referring to her work. Has to be. “Don’t be, I’ll get the job done no matter what.”

“I’m not worried about that, I know you’d never let any of us down.” The way he dismisses the implication of her potentially failing any of her colleagues causes pride and affection to bloom in her chest. There’s no room for doubt in his statement and she’s immensely grateful for the faith he places in her. “I’m worried about you. You can’t save everyone, you know. And you can’t let this fact weigh you down. I know you’re used to getting overlooked but you’re damn good at what you do – don’t let your past rule over your future. You might miss out on opportunities along the way.”

She knows what he’s referring to. After a long day, they sat alone in the workshop, Fuze’s project forgotten on the table between them, atmosphere serene and facilitating honesty – she admitted to being afraid of getting close to anyone in Rainbow. She talked about Nitro, about the helplessness she felt upon having to watch him die, and about the random visions of anyone she liked getting killed on a mission. About how she tries not to let this influence her behaviour; she still seeks people out, opens up to them, listens raptly. But the underlying fear is always there.

“Yeah”, she agrees quietly. “I’ll try.” It’s all she can promise him.

The next day is of a comfortingly different quality, allowing for genuine laughs, and is much more lenient with someone who only caught a few hours of sleep. She does chuckle at Fuze’s bleary face when they see each other for the first time, but it gets stuck in her throat when he wordlessly pulls her into a hug out of the blue. The embrace doesn’t last long but coming from him, it leaves her reeling nonetheless, unfocused for the first few hours and… dreamy. The feeling of his arms around her never really goes away.

At some point, Glaz joins her, notices her dazed expression and asks: “Bad sleep?” Following her tired nod, he adds: “I figured. I heard Shuhrat’s phone go off last night.”

“Oh, did he forget to mute it?”

The Russian sends her an odd look. “He never puts it on silence when he sleeps, in fact I think he even turns up the volume. And you’re the only one who messages him in the middle of the night. Otherwise he’d sleep like a baby.”

And oh. That’s -

It’s impossible, there have been so many nights which they texted away, yet she neglected to ask for details on his alleged insomnia, and this means -

She completely misses whatever it is he tells her next, merely nods along as her thoughts are going haywire until she eventually rudely interrupts him: “Sorry, I gotta go.” And as she gets up and hurries over to where she suspects the Uzbek to be, she remembers Fuze’s words from the night before.

He’s not an opportunity she’d ever forgive herself for missing out on.

#rainbow six siege #fuze #wolf #fuze/wolf #fanfic #oneshot #commissions #basking in fuze's presence sounds pretty great to be honest #also late night texting is adorable to me

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Before the High Tide |M|

Description: Summer means so much more than blue waters and long walks on the beach...

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Tags: smut, exhibitionism, outdoor sex, fluff, best friends to lovers!AU

Word Count: 6.6K

Prompt 43b: There’s something soothing about watching the waves roll in.

A/N: Please enjoy my piece for the btssmutclub writing project! I enjoyed writing this so very much and it even made my ice cold heart tremble while writing it. I also ask that you check out the other authors’ works and support them as well!

The days of Summer are the days of youth. It is the time where we enjoy licking off melting ice cream under the sun, where we are free of the biting, cold winter, and staying up all night listening to the summer rain that hit like monsoons and yet clear up the next day, leaving you with the rich scent of the earth. You couldn’t think of anything else in the world that could be as wonderful as that.

You flinched at the sound of your ringtone going off and you slid your hand across your bed to locate the source of the sound without having to pick up your head. You finally touch your phone and roll onto your side so one of your ears were exposed.

“Hello?” You croak into the phone.

“Woah! Did I wake you, Gollum?” A chirpy, male voice responds back on the other end. You immediately recognize it as Hoseok’s, your longtime friend that you’ve known since your diaper days. You’re a second away from hanging up when he continues. “What’re you doing today?”

“I’m sleeping in.” you reply in the same croaky voice. You roll over onto your back and stare at the ceiling, slowly allowing yourself to wake up. The sun leaking into the window was way too bright for your morning eyes and your blanket is lying on the floor. You must’ve kicked it off last night in a heat craze.

“And about how long does it take you to get ready?” He asked. You closed your eyes to think.

“30 minutes.”

“That’s too long, I’ll be over in 10.” He said and that alone was enough for your eyes to shoot open as you scrambled to sit up.

“10 minutes? Hobi, I just woke up!” You frantically jump out of bed and sprint to the bathroom.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before sleeping in until noon!” You hear him cackle and then promptly ended the call, which was another sign saying that he was already on his way. It was only Hoseok that could make you get up so quickly, only because Hoseok isn’t afraid to drag you out of your room to do anything. Regardless if you were ready or not. There was a time Hoseok hadn’t even given you enough time to pick out shoes and you soon found out that you wore flip-flops on a hiking trail.

At least he offered to carry you downhill after one of your flip-flops snapped off.

That was also one of Hoseok’s habits; to invite you somewhere without telling you any details about it. Sometimes, you loved his spontaneous attitude. You just wished he would think before he acted, but that’s why you were there to be his rationalizer.

To your surprise, it only took you a record time of eight minutes to get ready; that didn’t include brushing your hair or putting on makeup. All dressed up in a simple tank top and denim shorts, you headed downstairs and heard Hoseok’s bright voice mingled with your mother. You turned into the kitchen and saw Hoseok leaning over the island while smiling ever so flashily.

The first thing you noticed is that he’s wearing a tacky Hawaiian shirt with colorful palm leaves on a bright, mustard yellow background. A pair of Ray Ban’s hung from his collar and a thin, silver chain that complimented his outfit well. Hoseok noticed you standing in the doorway and he eyebrows piqued, as if to say a silent hello before turning back to your mother.

“—and then I said to her, mom, if you’re going to cook dinner, at least season the meat first!” Hoseok said and your mother began laughing uncontrollably. You ignore their conversation and grab a cold water bottle from the refrigerator when your mother calls you.

“Oh, you’re finally up, Y/N? Hoseok was just telling me about dinner with his mother last night and it is the most hilarious thing ever!” She burst out into laughter again and you resisted rolling your eyes.

“Sounds like you had a grand time.” You said to Hoseok. He shrugged with one shoulder as two small dimples appeared at the sides of his mouth.

“I try to make things fun for everyone.” He said back and pushed himself off of the island, standing straight. He’s taller than you by a few inches, but that difference alone is enough for you to raise your chin when you look at him. Hoseok tilted his head to the side, his eyes softening while peering down at you.

“Ready to go?” He said in a hushed voice.

“Ready whenever you are.” You smirk back at him and head towards the door.

“Well then, I won’t take her for long. We’ll be back before you start to miss her.” Hoseok flashed a pearly smile back at your mother and she giggled back, squeezing his arm.

“Oh, don’t mind me! You two have fun!” She exclaimed and once the two of you were outside of the house, Hoseok heaved a long sigh.

“Well, now that that’s over, let’s get going.” He said and led you to his Jeep that was parked just in your driveway, looking as if it belonged there.

“You never did tell me where you were taking me.” You said as you hopped into the passenger seat. Hoseok’s car was unexpectedly clean. Despite how loud and outgoing he was, Hoseok never liked things being messy. In that sense, he balanced you out perfectly; always nagging you for leaving clothes on the floor or forgetting to throw away those empty water bottles that littered your room.

“I’m glad you asked,” he said, reaching behind you to grasp the head of the car seat to look behind him as he reversed out of your driveway; his face was just inches away from yours. Your eyes fell to his necklace that fell so perfectly over the ridges of his collarbone. You followed it down to his chest and peered inside hoping to see what hung from it. “Jin-hyung’s brother has a small beach house and— are you trying to look at my nipples?” He snapped, his hand flying up to cover his chest and you immediately fell back.

“What? No, I was just checking to see if you still wore that.” You pointed to his chest. Hoseok pulled the chain from out of his shirt, revealing that there was nothing at the end of it. You felt your heart twinge.

“Oh, I keep it at home so I don’t lose it.” He replied reassuringly. You nodded, sitting back against the seat. About five years ago, you had given Hoseok a silver ring; nothing too extravagant but a band of gleaming silver. Yet, the fact that he’s kept it this entire time made your heart swell with this unnecessary fulfillment of joy.

“As I was saying, Jin-hyung’s brother has a beach house and he has permission to use it for the week, so the boys all decided to have a barbecue! Right next to the ocean! How amazing is that?” He exclaimed and you could feel how excited he was through his words.

“Sounds like nobody I know will be there.” You pout.

“Oh, don’t be like that. I’ll be there!” Hoseok tapped your bare thigh with the back of his hand. “You can just stick with me the entire time.”

You twisted your mouth. “That doesn’t sound like much fun for you. I’ll be fine frolicking at the beach or whatever” You cross your arms and give Hoseok the side eye. “Though, if I had been informed earlier, I could’ve brought a swimsuit.”

“You’re right, sorry.” Hoseok chirped. You didn’t hear a single ounce of sympathy in his words.

The car ride was filled with rolling laughter and an awful amount of booming bass. Hoseok reasoned that it was the only way to hype him up before arriving at the beach, but in your opinion, he was far beyond hyped before that. Another thing Hoseok loved to do during road trips was snap photos, mostly of the sky and sometimes of dogs that had their heads poking out of the window. He also liked reaching out to pet them right before the light turned green.

About 45 minutes and a shared, half-empty bottle of water later, Hoseok and you arrived at the beach. Hoseok took a different road that led towards the nice and expensive beach villas, but even from there you could see the twinkling water.

“It’s so sparkly...” you said in awe, eyes glued to the wondrous sight before you.

“Sure is, but we should get settled in with the others first. I’m sure they’re already there.” Hoseok said and continued to drive along the road until he pulled into a long driveway hidden behind tall palm trees. The house was in itself awe-striking. It was a Mediterranean style villa with sand-toned walls that rose up to almost the peak of the trees that surrounded the home in a emerald greenhouse. The tiles on the house was a bright cerulean blue that brought a pop of color to the abode.

“Holy shit, is Jin’s brother made of money?” You cursed as you stepped out of the car, slightly intimidated by the sheer luxury of the house.

“He’s not made of money, but he sure does have a fuck ton of it. I’m just glad he’s not an asshole.” Hoseok stepped out and led you inside. The door was already open, which made you slightly worried about the security of the home. At the same time, however, it would be ridiculous to not install any security system in a place like this.

“Hey! We’re here!” Hoseok belted our as soon as he got into the house. Already making himself at home and walking in, you followed Hoseok through the wide lobby past the tall staircase, the marble kitchen, and straight to the balcony that overlooked the entire coast line. Hoseok slid open the glass door which released the same booming music that Hoseok was playing before. No wonder he was friends with them.

“Hey guys, look who’s here!” Hoseok grinned from ear to ear and left you to cross handshakes with two of his friends, Yoongi and Seokjin.

“Finally! I thought I’d have to cook all of this myself.” Seokjin’s shoulders shook as he laughed. He handed Hoseok the metal tongs in his hand and stepped away from the grill.

“What? But I just got here!”

“That’s exactly why,” Jimin sneered from his lawn chair. He was sitting comfortably with shades covering his eyes. He bent down beside him and opened a small cooler. He picked up a can of beer and shook off the dripping water from it. Jimin handed you the can and smiled warmly. “It’s been a while, Y/N. Come and have a drink with us.” He gestured to an empty seat situated between him and Jungkook. You took the beer with an eager hand.

“That sounds like the best thing right now.” You said and fell into the empty chair, cracking open the beer and chugging it down halfway. You pull away and hiss.

“Thirsty?” Jimin snickered behind his beer can.

“Parched.” You emphasized and made yourself comfortable in the chair. “Have you guys gone down to the beach yet?”

“Not yet, we were waiting until Hobi-hyung got here so he could take over for Jin-hyung. That man has been itching to go ever since we got here.” Jungkook, the youngest out of Hoseok’s friends said, holding a beer close to his chest.

“We should all go. I mean, I was technically forced to come here against my will, but now that we’re here, let’s all enjoy ourselves.” You purposefully rose your voice at “forced”, making sure Hoseok could hear you over the sizzling grill. Hoseok narrowed his eyes at you sharply. Almost as if to say, don’t you dare go without me.

“I like how that sounds.” Jimin and you clinked beer cans and gulped it down. Just like you proposed, Seokjin, Jimin, Jungkook and you walked down to the beach which crossed through a leafy garden that led right down to the sandy terrain below. The four of you walked further out until you could see the guys’ heads from just above the balcony railing. You waved at Hoseok.

“Come meet us after you’re done!” You taunted. In a way, this was revenge for Hoseok bringing you here without telling you beforehand and how he rudely awakened you. Although, his intentions weren’t evil. When will be the next opportunity you had to wiggle your toes in warm, fine sand and smell the salt of the ocean right before you.

You spent the first few minutes walking the shore with the guys, catching up on the things you missed out on since the last time you’d seen them. Then Jungkook decided to jump into the ocean, then Jimin, and Seokjin wasn’t too far behind to join the two youngins. You failed to bring a swimming suit, so you sat in the sand and grabbed handfuls of sand only to let it sprinkle through your fingers.

The rest of the group joined up with you later on and you watched them kick water at each other. Jungkook and especially Hoseok playfully threatened to toss you into the water, but you begged them not to. Wet denim wasn’t so quick to dry and you’d rather not ruin your set of underwear. Instead, you were holding onto extra shirts that they had stripped off or hats that they didn’t want to lose in the water. It was like taking care of seven children, honestly.

The boys retired from their water play and most of them went back into the beach house to play some karaoke. You say some because Hoseok was no where to be found. Thinking back, he hadn’t regrouped with the group as they went back into the house.

“Hey Jin, have you seen Hobi anywhere? I can’t seem to find him.” You asked with a hint of restlessness in your voice. Seokjin turned away from the karaoke screen.

“Huh, nope. Have you checked the bathrooms? Maybe he got lost in the house.” Seokjin made himself laugh and went back to his loud and exaggerated singing. You pouted and stepped back onto the balcony. You rested your arms on the wooden railing and pressed against it, allowing the wind to freely rustle through our hair. The sun was almost setting and it dyed the sky a gorgeous blend of pinks, oranges, and purples—the colorful canvas seemed to stretch on forever, past the horizon that looked like a rippling black line that separated the sky from the ocean.

He’s still out there, you thought. It was just a hunch. In fact, the man could’ve taken his car and left you here. But that wasn’t Hoseok at all. Hoseok wasn’t the type of person to leave you, much less one to disappear without telling anyone.

You climbed back down to the beach and planted your feet into the cool sand. Then, you began walking down the coastline just right where the foam disappeared into the sand. You walked until you saw a large rocky structure. You slowed to a halt and walked around the large rock to continue heading down the beach.

“Y/N?” You heard your name being called. You pivoted, brushing your hair behind you against the erratic gusts of wind. Sitting on a flat rock situated in the center of the rock was Hoseok, simply sitting with his legs crossed. His black hair rustled in the wind and the two of you locked eyes for what seemed like more than a minute. “What are you doing here?”

You walked over to him, stepping onto smaller, slightly jagged rocks to get to Hoseok. He made some room for you and you plopped down right next to him. “It was getting dark and you disappeared. For a second, I thought you drowned in the water.” You said and looked out to the ocean.

Your breath hitched. For some reason, where you sat in the center of the rock seemed like the perfect spot to watch the ocean. The waves curled and foamed just below you. From there, the painted clouds rolled over the sherbet sky and enveloped you in this dreamy globe of vivid colors.

“This is...”

“Pretty beautiful, right?” Hoseok chuckled, his eyes looked out to the ocean, but much further. It was like he was looking at something much farther into the future. “I found it when I was taking a walk and I got distracted and didn’t realize what time it was.”

You pulled your knees to your chest and tried to see the same view Hoseok. At the same time, Hoseok leaned back onto his hands and inhaled deeply as if to take in the beach air.

“There’s something soothing about watching the waves roll in,” Hoseok uttered so very softly, so much so you could barely hear him over the waves crashing on the rocks beneath you, ironically enough. “Don’t you think?”

“It’s mesmerizing, I can say that for sure. It’s almost like I’m standing in the middle of the ocean where I can do anything I want.” You reply honestly. There was something about the wideness of the ocean that made you feel so small and you realized just how unimportant you were compared to this great body of water that could swallow you up in an instant.

“That’s one way to put it. When I look at it, I can see the natural beauty in this world. Something that’s not touched by man because it’s too big to be bothered by humanity’s dirty hands. Just looking at this makes me have hope that there’s at least something to have faith in.”

“Is that why you came here? To ridicule this world and its’ pollution habits?” You inquired, unable to take your eyes off of the vast sea.

“I also needed to clear my mind.”

“What could possibly be troubling you?” You asked rhetorically and Hoseok glanced at you from the side. His gaze lingered on your bare shoulders and legs, both completely uncovered by clothes. Hoseok felt the wind brush through his hair and he wondered if you were cold. He wondered how long you’d been looking for him and when you noticed he was gone.

“You’d be surprised. My problems are related to you in one way or another.” he smiled and moved his hand, his fingers brushed over yours. You flinched at the sudden contact and looked down at Hoseok’s hand, then up at him. Hoseok took the initiative and intertwined your fingers, squeezing them with a softness you never expected Hoseok to disclose despite your long term friendship with him.

You felt heat rise up and blossomed in your cheeks, coloring them pink, though it was difficult to tell by the way the sunset cast an orange glow on you. You were worried, on the other hand, that Hoseok could discern your nervousness by your clammy hands or shifty eyes.

“W-Well, I do hope everything works out in the end.” You stutter, your mind thrown into a craze because Hoseok’s hand was still tangled with yours—as if he refused to pull apart. He didn’t reply, but you could still feel his eyes on you.

“Are you nervous?”

“W-Why would I be?”

“What if I told you I was in love with you?” Hoseok asked and you lifted your face, locking your eyes with Hoseok who seemed to be watching you the entire time. A pregnant silence struck you and not even the sound of the crashing waves could pull you away from Hoseok’s magnetizing gaze. His brows raised slightly. “What would you do?”

The words came out involuntary. “I’d say you’re lying,” Hoseok blinked in surprise. “Because I’ve known you for years and y-you’ve never said anything as ridiculous as that.”

Hoseok creased his brows in distress. “Ridiculous? You think that sounds ridiculous?” He asked and retracted his fingers. Your heart fell into your stomach and you immediately regretted every single word that came out of your careless mouth. “I guess it does sound pretty absurd. I can’t even tell what’s right from wrong anymore.” His eyes glazed over and his attention returned to the horizon.

You bit down on your lip, as penance for being so insensitive. Even if Hoseok was joking, you had no right to dismiss his feelings like that. You shuffled to sit closer to him, leaning your shoulder against him. Hoseok glanced at you, eyes so wide you could see them glitter.

“If you were, hypothetically, being serious about being in love with me, I’d be on top of the world screaming how happy I am,” Hoseok snorted. “Because believe it or not, I’m also… in love with you.” You whispered the last part under your breath.

“I don’t believe it.” Hoseok said and you felt his hands slide over yours. Before you could look up, Hoseok’s lips were on yours. His hand went up to cradle your face and pull you into a deeper kiss and you had no means to refuse. You placed your hands on his chest and slid them upwards, wrapping around his neck. Hoseok pulled away and gasped, boring into your eyes with this desperate, lustful energy.

“You’d better stop me now because there’s no going back to being just friends after this.” He breathed and although he didn’t specify, you knew what he meant by “this” and the thought made your heart rate pick up. You blushed and tightened your arms around him.

“I have never been so sure about anything else in my life.” You replied with a warm smile and then pulled him in for another kiss. Hoseok hummed against your lips. He looked up and scanned around the beach.

“I don’t want to fuck you on these rocks, let’s look for a place,” He said and looked back at the ocean. In the meantime, you made the mistake of looking down, already semi-hard in his shorts. You gulped. “Besides, the tide is coming in so we’ll have to be quick.”

“What about those trees?” You pointed behind you at the cluster of palm trees that swayed in the breeze. Hoseok smirked at you.

“Behind those trees, huh? I didn’t know you were such an exhibitionist.” He teased and grabbed your hand, jumping onto the beach and pulling you to the trees. You just threw the suggestion out there, but you never expected Hoseok to be so on board with it. Although, you should’ve known it’d be hard for him to say no to anything after seeing how hard he was. Hoseok backed you into a tree and pulled your face to him, resuming your kiss from earlier.

You were hidden under the shade of the large palm trees and he took that opportunity to slide his hands under your tank top and gave your breasts a firm squeeze. You moaned into his mouth and stood on your toes to meet his height. It felt like you were in a dream, or a romance movie where you were on a honeymoon vacation next to the beach, eloping outside with the salty breeze running through your hair.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Hoseok said in between kisses. “God, you are so beautiful. You smell like the ocean too.” Hoseok held the back of your neck and took a whiff of your hair.

“I... don’t.” you were embarrassed, but Hoseok smelled much more like the ocean than you; his musky scent mixed with the fresh scent of the ocean and reminded you of a strange Yankee Candle combination that you could smell all day.

Hoseok pressed his erection against your inner thigh while kissing your neck, licking and nipping at your skin. “Salty too.” He snickered and sucked on your neck. A low moan escaped your mouth and you leaned your head back against the tree. You had no reason to hide your moans. In fact, you wanted to be louder. This was the first time Hoseok had ever laid his hands on you in this way and you wanted him to touch every part of you.

“Touch me more, Hoseok.” You pursed your lips and ran your fingers over the ridges of his abs. You tugged on the band of his shorts and the slight contact made Hoseok pull away from your neck with a wet pop.

“You’re making me go insane. Say my name again.” He growled and you moaned his name, emphasizing the breathiness in your voice. Hoseok grunted and bucked his hips. He quickly got on his knees and caressed your hamstrings while his face was just inches away from your crotch.

“Let me taste you.” He said, wiggling down your denim shorts. Hoseok pressed his two fingers against the fabric of your panties, teasing you with his gentle touch. There was already a thin strip of your juices that lined your panties from the arousal that hit you so suddenly. He lined his lips with his tongue and shimmied down your panties. Hoseok lifted your leg over his shoulder and gave you one last look for consent before diving in with his tongue.

“Oh... shit!” You cursed and gripped his hair, lowering yourself onto his tongue. Hoseok sucked on your clit and moaned; his hand tightened around your thigh.

“Taste so good. Sweet and salty.” He smirked devilishly and wiggles his tongue over the hood of your clit. It’s like he knew every sensitive part of your body. He knew exactly how to make you squirm and squeal for him.

Hoseok slipped his tongue inside of you and you lowered yourself onto him. Arousal burned in your deepest part and you wanted nothing more than for Hoseok to ravage you and fuck you. He pulled away and sucked on his two fingers before spreading your sticky folds and promptly sliding his fingers in there. Your eyes fluttered in ecstacy the moment he curls his finger near the entrance. Hoseok didn’t seem to be bothered by your desperate moans and relentlessly stroked your insides.

“F-Fuck, that feels amazing.” You moaned, raking your fingers through his hair. Hoseok hummed in approval and covered your sex with his mouth, licking your clit. Electricity shot through you and you arched your back. If you didn’t have the support of Hoseok grabbing on your thigh and the tree behind you, you would’ve fallen onto Hoseok from the sheer pleasure he was giving you.

Hoseok was watching you squirm and shake above him and it inflated his ego knowing that he was the one making you feel this good. He wanted you to cum over his tongue so he could taste you and he was so damn sure that you would taste divine. Your leaking juices that coated his fingers were so addicting-ly sweet and it never stopped. He lapped up every single drop, but the desire to taste more was too strong he couldn’t help but purposely tease you.

“H-Hoseok… I don’t wanna cum yet.” You whined, but your actions didn’t match a single word you said and you still pulled him into you, refusing to let go. Hoseok creased his brows in confusion, licking his lips of your juices when he pulled away.

“Why is that?” He asked, his long fingers still stroked deep inside of you. You whimpered. It took a massive amount of willpower not to cum from his sultry words and devilish fingers.

“I want to—nngh—cum with you.” You moaned. You squeezed your eyes while your mind left you to escape to a heightened, euphoric state. Your entire body burned with the need to cum and yet you refused. At least, not until Hoseok fucked you.

“Fuck, you are too sexy.” Hoseok hissed and slid his fingers out, sucking your juices off of his digits. He stood up and trapped you against the tree, leaning down to kiss you. You felt his tongue scrape inside of your mouth and you could very distinctly taste the saltiness. While your hands were free, you impatiently pulled Hoseok’s pants down and his dick sprang up with youthful vigor. He moaned into your mouth and bit your lip when he pulled away, straining his neck back while his veins protruded through his dewy skin.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” You bat your eyes seductively while gently tracing your fingers along his thickness. Hoseok narrowed his eyes at you.

“I’m tired of your shit,” he growled. You felt his hands grab the back of your neck and in a flash, your chest was pressed against the tree and you felt the heat of Hoseok’s cock against your slit. You bit your lip and glanced back at him with a sultry look. “You’d better not regret those words.”

A jolting slap on the ass rippled through you and your jaw dropped from the pain. It burned like your ass was lit aflame, but it excited you. It was like seeing an entirely new side to Hoseok and to be completely honest, you wouldn’t mind seeing him like this more often.

You jut your ass out and wiggled it against his dick, egging him to slide it in you already. Hoseok gripped your ass cheek and spread it. He lined up the head of his cock with your wet hole and in one quick thrust, Hoseok slammed his cock into you. You gasped and scratched at the tree. He filled you up so deeply and the stretch was painfully splendid.

“God! Fuck! Your pussy is so tight, I don’t want to move.” Hoseok grinded deep inside of you while his hot breath fanned against the back of your neck.

“Ah! So... Deep!” You screamed and Hoseok began to thrust into you. At first, it was just small movements—the head of his cock scraped your walls every time he moved. He stretched your hole so well and you clung to him like a vice.

“Scream louder for me. I want you to go crazy for me.” He said and gripped your hips. He started moving more vigorously—slamming your hips onto his. He threw his head back and growled from his throat. Your pussy swallowed his cock up all the way to the base and he loved the way his balls slipped against your clit. Your juices coated his cock, lubricating it so he could reach even deeper.

“I’m already—ah—going crazy!” You exclaimed. Your vision was beginning to waver and you could barely keep yourself together with Hoseok fucking you from behind. It felt so right to have him inside of you.

Hoseok kissed your neck which was damp with sweat. You felt his lips press against the shell of your ear. “Cum for me. I want you to cum around my dick.” He whispered in a husky voice. You tightened around him after hearing his seductive words and that only brought you closer to your orgasm.

“F-Fuck!” You screamed when Hoseok pounded into your sweet spot. Your mind went blank and you started seeing white—a clear sign that your orgasm was approaching with every thrust. “Oh—I’m gonna cum! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You twitched around Hoseok and pleasure ripped through you, paralyzing you for a moment as Hoseok buried himself deep inside of you. He felt your walls pulsate around his cock; the warmth and tightness of your sex was enough for him to cum at that moment.

“Damn, baby...” he hissed and wrapped his arms around you, cupping your breasts from behind. “You feel so good, I might just cum inside you.”

You craned your neck to face him and have Hoseok a peck on the lips. “Go ahead and cum, Hobi. I want to feel every last bit of you.” You smiled, the sweetness of your expression contradicted your provocative words and Hoseok simply wanted to do just that.

His pace picked up again and he started thrusting into you shallowly—only fucking the entrance with the tip of his cock where it was the most sensitive. In just a few thrust, Hoseok let out a satisfied grunt and you felt his seed spill into you. The head of his cock slipped out and you felt his hot release dribble out of you. Hoseok used his own cum as lube and rubbed his shaft along your ass, spreading his seed all over you until he softened.

His body was still pressed against you heavily and he showered you with plenty of kisses on your back and shoulder blades. When you attempted to stand straight, your knees gave out on you and you stumbled. If it weren’t for the tree you were so desperately clinging on to and Hoseok’s arms so heroically wrapped around your waist, you would’ve planted right into the sand.

“Can you stand?” He asked, concern lined in his words. You shrugged; your legs were tingling like they had just been electrocuted and your joints felt like jello. There was no way you could walk like that. Not to mention your hips felt as if they had popped right out of your back and were shoved back in so hastily.

Hoseok noticed your struggle and immediately swooped in to the rescue. He yanked his shorts back on and helped you back into your clothing as well. You couldn’t help but stare in awe at his care-taking skills—as if the sex didn’t just happen and it was your Hobi taking care of you.

“Sorry, I was being inconsiderate.” He apologized for no real reason in your opinion. There was truly nothing to apologize for. You both enjoyed it, seeing as you both climaxed, and the soreness was simply a reminder that it happened in the first place.

“Don’t be, silly. Will you do me a favor and give me a piggy-back ride back to the house, though?” You tilted your head and asked sweetly.

“Piggy-back ride? What, do you want my back to break?” He snorted and you balled up your fist to throw a punch, but he simply laughed and knelt down in front of you. “Hop on, your majesty.”

“Oh, how I’ve always wished for my knight in shining armor to sweep me off my feet—“ you said and climbed onto Hoseok’s back as he hoisted you up. “On this beautiful carriage. It’s truly a dream come true.” You giggles and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pressed your chest against him to feel the warmth of his back radiate off of him. It was like laying on a soft, heated marshmallow, only with more muscles.

“I guess we’re both living the dream, aren’t we?” He laughed and although you couldn’t see, you had a feeling Hoseok was grinning like an idiot as he walked down the beach.

You glanced to the ocean and the sun had already disappeared under the horizon and the sky had turned into a deep blue, with black and grey clouds that tumbled over each other. How long the two of you had been out here was a mystery, but the night sky looked different to you. Perhaps it was because you were at a beach and the view went on for miles, or perhaps it was the fact that you were so close to the man you loved and the two of you walked the sandy coast together. Maybe it was those so called rose-colored lens that made the sky seem so much more magical.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said softly. Hoseok hummed back in response. “When did you know?” You hoped Hoseok understood what you were hinting at because saying the word love made you all giddy inside, like a child.

Hoseok chuckled to himself as if recalling a distant memory. “Remember that ring you gave me? For the longest time, I had this thought that it was somewhat like a promise ring. Obviously, we weren’t dating at the time, but it made me think... I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody but you. Nobody gets my jokes like you do, nobody can light up an entire room like you do, no one can really make me stay up all night thinking about marriage or children—or even owning a beach house like this one day.”

Hoseok gently squeezed your thighs as he spoke and your eyes began to water from his words. You hoped he didn’t notice you shaking from holding back your tears.

“Call me crazy, but it sounded like a marriage proposal. Ever since then... I’ve kinda been hoping that it was. Then I realized all my thoughts were just me realizing how head over heels in love with you,” Hoseok said as the beach house came into view. Hoseok stopped and gently set you on your feet. He faced you and grasped your hand in his. The ocean breeze drifted between you, blowing your hair to the side and blowing Hoseok’s hair out of his face. You could see his eyes, how soft and endearing they were as if he was the happiest man on Earth.

“I love you so much, Y/N, and I realized after today that there isn’t another person I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.” Hoseok gently squeezed your hand and your eyes widened as you watched him lower himself onto one knee. Your body froze. Hoseok reaches into his pocket and pulled out a small, wooden box. It was no more than a few inches wide and fit perfectly in his fingers. It was nothing special, honestly, but as he opened it, you felt yourself overwhelmed with emotions and suddenly tears poured out of you like a never-ending faucet.

“It’s nothing fancy and I wish I would’ve planned it better, but uh...” he chuckled to himself and picked up a small, silver ring studded with a string of diamonds. It was the same ring you had given him, only he had—in some way without you knowing—customized it with twinkling jewels. One hand flew to your mouth as you muffled your cries. “Will you do me the honor of not only being my best friend, but also my wife for the rest of my life?” He smiled at you—his million dollar smile that was worth more than the world to you.

You had imagined this scenario and ran it through your head a thousand times, but now that it was happening here, at this exact moment, the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth. You babbled like a baby and cried, only being able to nod profusely while smearing your tears across your cheeks.

Hoseok got the message you were trying to portray and slipped the ring onto your finger and stood up. You rammed into him heavily with a hug while gripping him as tightly as you could. You rubbed your wet face into his shirt and sobbed, still not able to say anything through your hiccups. Hoseok stroked your head while looking up at the sky, attempting to hold back his own tears.

“So I take that as a yes?” He asked. You sniffled and pulled away, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“W-We’re still so young, you know?”

“Mmhmm.”

“A-And I’m still living w-with my mom.”

“I don’t mean to brag, but your mom adores me.”

You look up at him with beady, watery eyes. You know you look like a complete mess with a running red nose and tears staining your face, and yet Hoseok still looked at you as if you were the most gorgeous being on Earth. “Even then, you’re okay with me?”

He smiled and wiped your tears with his thumbs. Hoseok cupped your face and leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I told you, there isn’t another person I’d rather be with.”

#Hoseok smut #Jung Hoseok smut #bts smut #hoseok fluff #btssmutclub #BSCproject #Jung Hoseok smut scenario #Jung Hoseok fluff scenario #bts scenario #i just wanted hoseok to propose

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tcohs-messenger · 6 years

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A Question to Answer - AsraXApprentice

@natsitohtori‘s prize for the 500 follower giveaway~ We have a lovely Valentine’s Day based date with Asra and their OC Adam! Absolutely a pleasure playing with him and this cute scenario~!!

Asra was especially quiet, dragging a spatula through the pan with barely a sound. Faust had abided to his request too, coiled up in a ball on the shelf with eyes poking out, simply watching as he cooked. He hadn't woken up this early in... years probably- but he had a good reason to do so today. After a few more minutes of flipping and prodding, he plated eggs, simmered skink, and some other hand-picked favorites.

His feet padded softly, hushed with barely a creek in the floorboards as he ascended to their bedroom. And inside- thank god- Adam was still asleep. Asra slipped inside, setting their plates down on the bedside table and sitting down next to Adan's sleeping form. He always loved the way he looked when he was still so deep in slumber, almost always with his face buried into the pillows and once very covered by the blankets now having them slipping to the floor. Sometimes he snored, but usually he had soft, dreamy breaths that only entranced him even more. Asra leaned in close, laying back in his previous spot and dragging a hand slowly, sweetly through his dark hair. Adam stirred, slowly drawing awake with the continual petting through his hair. When he opened his eyes, Asra grinned at him.

"Morning handsome, I made you breakfast."

Adam grinned back, eyes squinting cutely in post-sleep. "Mmm, you made me food- that's so sweet of you, but you didn't have to-" he insists softly, although he certainly wouldn't refused it. He stretched out, giving a prolonged groan as sleep left his muscles, and sat up. "Even skink? What a special occasion." He grabbed the plate and gobbled every bit eagerly, actually liking the taste of skink as opposed to what most people preferred.

Asra ate a bit slower, thoughts stuck on what the day would hold. It was Valentine's Day, and although he usually didn't give it much meaning (he just preferred spontaneous days of love and care rather than a scheduled one) he knew that this one was special. He had been planning for it this entire year, writing out detail after detail, and organizing it exactly as it should be- only to realize that it was dumb. Organizing love so thoroughly would never work. So, he instead just made a general plan and promised to stick to it. "Are you excited to go out on the town, handsome? I can show you off whilst we prance, wouldn't that be fun?"

Adam blinked a few times, chewing on the utensil in his hand before responding shyly, "I suppose so- you don't have to go over the top for me though, you know?" Not to say that he wasn't flattered, but being dotted on so much always made him flustered.

But Asra didn't care. He grinned and took both of their plates once they were both finished. "Ahh too bad, I already have everything planned! Besides, it's not going over the top if it's for you- you deserve it. Now, get dressed and we'll head out~ Today's all about you and me and we're going to make the best of it- I have so much planned- " He winked in Adam's direction, just catching the glimpse of his blush before heading down the stairs.

The moment Adam had appeared, dressed and adorable as usual, Asra was grabbing at his hand and bounding out the door. With so much to do and so little time in the day, he wanted to get started and quick. With threaded fingers, the two had meandered through the marketplace, still as bustling as usual, but the people seemed to kindly part for them as they went. Of course, to start off their day, they had to have fresh bread.

"Ahh Asra and Adam! What a delight! Would you like the usual?"

Asra's quick glance to Adam had been enough of a confirmation, and they both nodded in unison. They sat at their favorite table, at peace with gentle talk as they waited for their bread to bake.

"You look so beautiful today- mmm no, you always look beautiful. But today especially you are stunning," as Asra speaks, his chin settles into his palm, and he leans into the table, close enough to where just having Adam leaning in as well would most certainly cause their lips to meet.

Adam grins in an adorable manner, cheeks coloring and shuffling in his seat as he revels in the compliments. To help mend his appearance, he nuzzles into the scarf he wore and looks down at the carvings in the table. "You say that even though you're the more stunning one? I can't stop myself from swooning every time I see you-"

Asra gives a hushed laugh. "We can agree to disagree- or maybe we'll just say it's a tie~"

"Alright- we're tied!"

"Here you two are-" The baker approached with two grandiose loaves of pumpkin loaf with an exaggerated warning about how hot it was. Just as Adam was pulling out a few coins, the baker held up a hand to stop him. "No, no- this one is on the house. It's a special day after all, yeah? And you two are my favorite regulars!"

Adam's cheeks flushed, but he didn't linger too much. The baker was stuck in his ways, this was well known, and he would not accept one coin. "Oh no look at you- having to enjoy pumpkin loaf~" Asra mocks softly, winking cutely as he pulls apart the soft bread and bites into it.

"Well- he works so hard and he's always so kind to us, he deserves to get paid at least..." Either way, Adam ate as well, humming as the bread just about melted in his mouth.

Of course, neither of them could completely finish their bread. They wrapped up the rest and were off once more, but not without Asra sneakily slipping a few coins into the baker's pocket.

"So, where are you sneaking me off to this time?" Adam had his full trust devoted to the other, even while being blind folded and dragged by the hand for much too long to be a casual stroll.

Asra was grinning to himself, fingers twining tighter with the other's. "Don't you worry, we're almost there. It's someplace you've been to before-" he lets slip some information, already seeing the entrance of their destination in sight. "Can you feel it calling to you?"

Adam grins to himself, holding Asra's hand tighter. "Mhm, I do. I'm trying not to think about it though so it remains a surprise."

"Fair enough." At the entrance, Asra stops him and undoes the scarf tied around his eyes. They stood before an expansive yet somewhat hidden cave, and Adam knows it all too well. "This isn't a test this time, I promise. Shall I guide us?"

Adam was smiling the entire time, fondness of the last time they came here filling him with calm. He nods, threading fingers with Asra and wondering where this was all leading to. Of course- they eventually came to the hearth of the cave, at the edge of too deep water and lily fronds, but where else was this going? Before Adam could even ask, Asra leapt out onto the pads and towards the blooming flower in the middle.

"Asra! What are you doing?!" Adam was certainly not worried or scared for his health, but it was bewildering none the less and imbuing him in anticipation. Asra hesitates just before the flower, observing it as though looking for something- imperfections perhaps? But then he extends a hand- "Don't grab the flower, dear gods! You know it doesn't end well!"

Asra perks up, raising a brow in almost believable confusion, but very quickly grins cheekily. "Okay, but only since you said so~" Adam can feel the teasing air as Asra steps back over the pads, meeting him back at the shore but not quite stepping off of the pad. Instead, he extends a hand in invitation. Adam hesitates, knowing full well if he grabbed it and joined him then both of them would submerge- but Asra was smiling warmly with unbridled excitement in his eyes. "Come- you can trust me."

Oh yes, he certainly could. That hesitance continued for only a moment before he grabbed Asra's hand and leapt on with him-descending into the water as though it were a whirlpool.

It sucked them both down, deeper and deeper into a chasm of nothingness. As soon as the darkness had engulfed them, though, it had receded like opening the door to a lit room. Asra sunk deeper, dragging Adam with him as they descended, falling through this opened door and immediately ascending into another plain, a world between worlds.

"Gods- you sneaky thing, you had me worried." Adam scolds lightly after taking in a sharp breath. They both crawl out and onto the sand, panting after their quick but strenuous journey.

"I know. But I wanted it to be a surprise, look-" As they laid on the banks, Asra pointed to the sky to where countless stars not only shimmered, but almost seemed to pulsate, even move with intention. Along with them, fogs and mists of varying colors danced and swayed, almost musically.

Surprising it was, had the sky here always looked like this? Adam wondered this for the longest time as he watched stars swirl up in the abyss, occasionally dancing with one another before parting and going their separate ways. As he watched those clusters, Asra did his own observing, wistfully looking over his partner and admiring every part of him in calm silence. It was moments like this that made Asra realize that even now, after so many years, he was still dumbstruck and hopelessly in love.

He can feel the gaze stuck on him. Adam lingers for a while, melting in the feeling of being admired so closely. He hadn't been this confident in years, perhaps never. Eventually, he turned and faced the magician with a sleepy smile. "You're not looking at the sky..." he observes quietly.

Asra smiles cutely, turning on his side and leaning over Adam. "Very true- I'm more enraptured by you than any other worldly or even mystical wonder." As his words taper off, he leans in closer and chastely connects their lips, bringing them both to sigh.

"We should probably get going. If we stay too long we might not be able to get back at all~" Although it did seem far fetched, Adam didn't know enough about this place to be able to tell if Asra was kidding or not. Besides, as the sky had begun to darken, the mists had died and the stars had grown lazy- and hunger was beginning to set in too.

They held hands tight as they wadded into the water, taking preparation in making the treacherous descent once more. After sucking in a deep breath, they plummeted, becoming engulfed in the suffocating and dark cold. It was harder this time, now with navigating underwater tunnels and looking for the glint of anything shimmering in the distance.

Asra pulled Adam's hand close, pressing both of their palms into the cave wall to reveal sigils in blue hues. Adam hummed, bubbles coming from his nose in muted surprise. They followed the markings until they found their exit and shot out of it with needed, heavy breaths.

The water lilies seemed stronger this time, effectively holding both Adam and Asra up as they clung to them for support. Although exhausted, Adam had never felt so fulfilled and pleased; this had been a perfect day.

"Mm, hey- the flower-" Asra motioned toward it, was something wrong? Adam wadded closer, seeping in concern that perhaps they may be sucked down once more. He wouldn't dare to touch it- but he looked closer.

Tucked into the petals, a band of intricately carved gold was being cradled cushioned by the expanse of the plant's petals. It seemed almost natural, as if someone simply asked the flower to hold it for the time being. "Asra..." His name left Adam's lips in an awe-struck sigh. Asra raised a brow, peering over the flower back at him.

"Yes, Adam?" Adam didn't respond, still staring dumbstruck at the flower and its gift. Asra did the honors, gently plucking the ring from the flower's middle. "So- may I have an answer, dear?"

Adam swallowed, finally closing his slacked jaw. As Asra offered the ring to him, he found himself dumbly muttering, "I think I need a question to answer first."

Of course, Asra laughed, absolutely glowing in the atmosphere that was engulfing them. "Adam, will you marry me?"

And, of course, Adam's response came in a sharp, quick breath, "Absolutely."

(Wanna see something else like this? Shoot me a message~!)

#the arcana #asra #fan apprentice #tcohwrites #hooo boy i still have one prize left to do #but i am SO happy i got this out before valentines day #thank you so much for letting me use your apprentice dear~

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hellomissmabel · 7 years

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The worst in us - part 1

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader

Warnings: friends-with-benefits relationship, allusions to a quickie.

Word count: 2.965

Summary: Y/N is a young woman that grew up in a world of richness and extravaganza of the Hamptons, until a family scandal forces her to leave her home behind. She now rents a little studio in Brooklyn with her roommate and co-worker, Wanda. Y/N works at Stark Hospital as a gynaecologist and is romantically involved with a trauma surgeon. Everything seems to be going well until a ghost from the past shows up unannounced, putting Y/N’s resolve to the test and asking her how truly good her intentions for leaving really were.

A/N: Inspired by the word “Onsra” (Boro) - that heart-wrenching feeling you get when you realise a love won’t last. Written for @howlingbarnes AND IT’S HER BIRTHDAY SO GO WISH HER A HAPPY BIRTHDAY

The commute to the hospital took longer than you had anticipated so inevitably, you to show up late for you shift. Not that you had anything special scheduled today, just a couple consultations and check-ups, leaving some room for you to catch lunch with your friends and colleagues. You hadn’t really been feeling yourself as of late and you desperately needed to recharge your batteries with some social contact.

You’re poking absentmindedly at your chicken salad, only listening half to the story Sam’s telling Wanda while trying to pay some kind of attention to the conversation Clint’s trying to hold with you. Occasionally you hum as a response or give a half-hearted nod, but when the table eventually falls silent, you know your cover’s blown.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?,” Wanda inquires softly, her brows knitted together in one big question mark.

“Nah,” you breathe out slowly, dropping your knife and fork next to your bowl. “I don’t wanna bother you with my problems.”

“Y/N,” Sam kindly places his hand on yours, “That’s what friends are for. To listen to each other’s crap. And you’ve already listened plenty, so what’s up?”

Sam is a male nurse who worked excruciating hours trying to provide a living for himself and his little brother and sister. Sitting next to Sam is Pietro, a physical therapist in charge of getting people back up on their feet and helping with their recovery. Pietro is loved by many and hated by many more, especially since he has a tendency of hooking up with co-workers. He’s also the brother of your roommate, Wanda, who’s one of the receptionists and contributed to you landing your job in the first place. Lastly, sitting next to Wanda is Clint, the only optometrist currently employed at the hospital and always terribly busy. It’s a small miracle he made it to your lunch date at all.

You laugh a little and shrug. “You know, that trauma surgeon I’ve been telling you about?” They all nod simultaneously, remembering you’ve mentioned him a couple times before. “Well, we’ve kinda been having this friends-with-benefits thing going on.”

Wanda gasps loudly, whispering a ‘no way’ as she locks eyes with an equally astonished Clint. “For how long?”

“It started the night we had that fundraiser,” you speak up in a soft tone, looking at your baffled friends. “We were both a little tipsy and ended up in a hotel room. The next morning was awful and awkward and we both promised each other it would never happen again. We didn’t want it to interfere with our professional relationship so we just forgot about it.”

“I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming…,” Sam says in a hushed voice, chuckling lowly.

“But…,” you click your tongue in amusement before coughing dryly, colour rising to your cheeks, “One day my car wouldn’t start so he offered me a ride and…”

“You ended up riding him instead,” Sam interjects playfully, poking your side before bursting into a fit of joyous laughter.

Wanda slaps his arm, squinting her eyes at him and speaking in a chastising tone. “Sam! Don’t say that! She isn’t finished yet!”

“It’s okay, Wanda,” you smile sincerely at her. “So yeah… Because we didn’t want this to get any more complicated than it already was, he proposed we’d become friends with benefits instead of just spontaneously bumping uglies whenever we run into each other. This way, we could keep a low profile, you know?”

Sam smirks knowingly yet Wanda’s concern only grows. “So what happened? Did he break things off? Or did you break things off?”

“Two night ago, he invited me over at his place in Brooklyn for drinks. We had a couple glasses of wine followed by a hot and heavy make-out session on his kitchen table. You can guess the rest… He’s really good at aftercare and the pillow talk is always so sweet. But I usually leave after we’ve come down from our highs…”

“He asked you to stay the night, didn’t he?,” Clint states immediately, recognising the signs, having experienced the same thing with his girlfriend, Laura.

“Yeah… and because I didn’t know what this would mean for us and how it would affect our work… I bolted. He texted me all day yesterday.” You look down at your phone and flip it in your hands, feeling a bit disappointed. “Haven’t received a single text from him today, though.”

“Sounds like he got the message,” Sam comments with a shrug.

“Just not the message I was trying to send…,” you say, biting your lower lip in a flood of guilt.

How could you be so rude to such a nice guy? It’s not that you don’t fancy Steve, my God, he’s made of 200% boyfriend material! But is it possible for a steady relationship to grow from something that was never meant to be anything more than just sex?

“Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. We’re all grown-ups and that includes your hot-shot surgeon, too,” Sam winks at you. “If you didn’t wanna sleep at his place, that’s alright. But you should probably talk to him anyway.”

You give him a brief nod. “Yeah, you’re right. I think I’m gonna do that.”

Your pager suddenly beeps and you read the message. Throwing your things back into your bag and passing your untouched chicken salad to Wanda, you mumble a goodbye to your friends, offering a quick explanation. “I gotta go. Emergency C-section. Pepper Pots.”

They all cheer a ‘you go girl’ at you and you feel an instant boost of self-confidence that carries on through the entire delivery. During your regular check-ups with Pepper, you’ve grown from acquaintances to mutuals. Yet Pepper is married to Tony Stark, the owner of the hospital, so there’s a lot of pressure on you. But you are determined to bring a healthy baby into this world safe and sound and make his or her parents happy and proud.

The C-section, although impromptu, goes very well and Pepper and Tony welcome their baby girl. Afterwards, you gladly receive many congratulations from your colleagues, heading straight to the lockers so you can change out of your bloody scrubs. You are sending a quick text to Wanda, asking her if she could cook you dinner as well since you are thoroughly exhausted, whilst opening the door to the locker room. As if fate itself has taken a personal interest in your love life, there is doctor Steven Grant Rogers standing right in front of you in nothing but his white Calvin Klein underwear.

“Holy crap!,” you exclaim in embarrassment, covering up your eyes and turning around to face the door.

You can hear him laugh heartily behind you. “Oh Y/N, it’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.”

“Steve!,” you squeal even louder. “Just put some clothes on, please!”

The rustling of fabric and a little laugh announce that he’s somewhat decent again, clad in dark blue jeans and a plain white shirt. Not to mention his go-to black leather jacket. When he says it’s all good and you can turn around again, you do so slowly and carefully. Of course you’re instantly met with a huge, lopsided grin and a knowing look in his eyes. For a second you believe he might come over to you, wrap his arm around your waste and lock your lips in a passionate kiss. But instead he stuffs his hands in his pockets and leans against his locker, which is conveniently the one right across from yours.

You groan inwardly as you open the lock and look inside your locker, taking out your clothes and motioning for him to turn around as you change, too. Another loud chuckle accompanied by a shake of his head and you’re swiftly shedding yourself from your scrubs and into a light grey, casual dress.

“You know, Y/N… you’re just the person I wanted to talk to.” He tries to sound casual but his voice has taken a lower pitch, nervousness shining through.

“Steve,” you sigh as you close your locker and he turns around to face you, placing his hands on your hips and bringing your chest to his. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have left so abruptly.”

“I’m sorry, too, Y/N. I shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place.” His thumb circles the fabric of your dress, the soothing movement calming your raging hormones.

Laying your head to rest on his shoulder, you breathe in the familiar pinewood scent of his cologne. “I didn’t mean to leave things like that. I wanted to reply to your text, I wanted to answer your phone calls but I guess I just chickened out.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. Really.” Steve presses a kiss to your temple. “How ‘bout I take you out on a date first? A real date, not just a drink and a shag.”

Steve’s always had a talent for lightening up the mood and you chuckle in agreement. “A real date it is.”

Detaching yourself slowly from Steve’s embrace, you look back at him lovingly. “Let me take you to Luciano’s tomorrow night,” he proposes.

Immediately you put up a verbal fight. “No. No way you’re taking me to Luciano’s. It’s too much, too expensive.”

“It’s not too expensive for me, Y/N. I happen to have a very well-fed bank account.”

“I don’t care.” You take a couple steps back until your back hits the wall. Steve’s baffled expression pains your heart, but you simply can’t accept an offer like that.

“Y/N…,” he tries to change your mind, “I want to take you out on a proper date, a proper dinner. At a place I love and know you’ll love too.”

“The answer is still no, Steve.”

“This isn’t about the money, is it?” He’s starting to look agitated, the tenor of his voice changing to an annoyed tone. “You just don’t wanna go out on a date with me.”

“That’s not true!,” you defend yourself, balling your hands into tight fists. “I just – I guess I’m not used to guys taking me anywhere more fancy than the pizzeria two blocks down.”

“Then I’ll most definitely take you to Luciano’s,” he wets his lips as he speaks tenderly, running a hand through your tousled locks. “You know I won’t be sent away like an errant boy.”

Steve will never take no for an answer and he’s relentless in his pursuit, cornering you with his sculpted body, towering over you with a curious look in his eyes. Linking his forehead with yours, he cups your face with one hand whilst the other rests against the wall, preventing you from slipping past him.

“Please, baby,” he whispers to your lips and you know you’re a goner. He softly but tentatively brushes his lips to yours in a chaste kiss and your entire body sighs against him, leaning into his broad frame with the utmost ease. He’s familiar, everything about him is familiar. From the way he calls you his baby to the way he makes love to you at night.

“Okay,” you mumble in between little kisses to your skin, all the way from your jaw, down your throat to the nape of your neck. “I’ll let you take me to Luciano’s.”

“7 p.m.?,” he asks while nibbling on your sweet spot. You hum something between a yes and a moan, falling from your lips like a sermon to his touch. “I heard you did great today. Delivering the big boss’ baby,” he praises your latest achievement, hiking up your dress little by little until your fingers stop him.

“I was awesome today,” you grin smugly, “But I still have a last-minute consultation to head to, so I’m afraid we won’t have time to… blow off some steam.”

His pupils blow up in both lust and surprise. “A consultation? Now?”

“Apparently she only wanted to speak to me. Said only the best is good enough for her and that I’m the best.”

He squeezes your hips gently before releasing you, pouting slightly. “Off you go, then.”

With a goodbye kiss, you make your way to your office, just in time to sit down in your desk chair when there’s a soft knock on your door. Your assistant, Darcy, carefully opens the door and tells you your last appointment has arrived.

“Send her in,” you reply kindly and Darcy opens the door a bit more to let a blonde woman in, dressed entirely in designer clothing with a Prada handbag dangling from her arm. She sits down with a certain poise, collected and composed to the bone. She screams money from head to toe, probably her daddy’s or her husband’s money.

It isn’t until you hear her voice that you recognise her.

“Y/N, darling, it’s good to see you again.”

The velvety tone is unmistakable. The new hair colour threw you off at first, but now it’s as clear as day. The eyes of a snake, as deep as a bottle of liquor. The strictly-business approach to every single movement of her slim yet trained body.

“Natasha,” you drawl out with the utmost dismay. “Natasha Romanova. Long time, no see.” You give her a hard look and a once-over. “Weren’t you supposed to be a red-head?”

There’s a haughty smile playing on her lips. “My husband has a thing for blondes.”

It’s then that you spot the golden band around her ring finger, her hand neatly resting on her swollen stomach. Not wanting to continue the staring contest, and in an attempt to evade her scrutinising gaze, you start up your computer and look at her file.

“Your due date is in… five weeks?” Natasha nods in confirmation. “And you’ve chosen not to know whether it’s a boy or a girl,” you read in a monotone voice. “Your residence is in the Hamptons, so why come all this way to Manhattan?”

“My husband works here,” she replies as if she expected you to already know the answer, raising a sculpted eyebrow at you. “And like I already said, I want only the best of my child.”

“So you conveniently end up here.” At this point, her ability to keep a perfect composure is starting to annoy you, unabashedly glaring daggers at the woman in front of you.

“Look, Y/N,” she briefly purses her lips in thought. “I’m not here to pick a fight. I’m here for my child. I’m not fit for travel anymore and I certainly didn’t plan on staying in Manhattan for any longer than necessary. But unforeseen circumstances have brought me to you.”

She sounds sincere and it’s always possible something unexpected has come up. But you don’t want to get involved in her drama once more, so you decide to focus on the matter at hand itself, casually inquiring about the whereabouts of her husband.

“He’s not very keen on all this baby stuff. James will eventually attend the main event, but everything else is just secondary to him,” she replies casually though with a little spite.

The way she forms her sentences and carefully chooses her words rings a couple alarm bells inside your head. “If you don’t mind me being forward, but…” Her eyes lock with yours as her hands gently rub her baby bump. “Do you want this child or not? If you don’t, there are always options. We can discuss those now or later, whatever suits you.”

She holds up a manicured finger. “Hold it,” she albeit commands you and you have to bite your tongue to hold back an equally pointed response. “I did not plan on getting pregnant. Ever. I don’t like kids, as you might already know. But my husband James does… And this child is very important to him, even though he doesn’t always say or show it.”

Whatever little sympathy you still had left for this woman, you pour into your next words. “I’m sorry to hear that, Natasha. I’ll do my best to take care of your baby.”

And that is not a lie. To you, there’s nothing more adorable or more significant than children. Even though their parents might not be the nicest people on earth, they can’t help it that they’re born into a certain family with a certain background.

“Anyway,” she sniffs a little, “I already made another appointment with your assistant for an ultrasound.” Natasha gets up from her seat and gives me a stiff wave of her hand, accompanied with a tight-lipped smile. “I’ll see you in a fortnight.”

Her heels click against the floor and I cringe at the sharp sound. Just as she’s about to turn the doorknob, she throws a sideway glance at me, her eyes burning holes in my body. “You know, Y/N, I’ve always wondered what happened to you.” My eyes flit to meet her scorning gaze and I swallow thickly. “But it seems you ended up alright. You got to be a doctor in a certain way, just like your daddy dearest. That’s what you always wanted, isn’t it?”

Her voice is belittling, as if she’s only dealing with some small manners she can quickly take care of. As if you are just a formality to her. That’s the way it’s always been, that’s the way she’ll always look at you. As if you’re just an extra in the Great Natasha Romanova Musical.

“Yes, you’re right.” You reach for the water bottle sitting on the edge of your desk and as you screw off the cap, you can see her gloating from the corner of your eye. One more victory for Natasha. Some people never change, don’t they?

“Oh, apropos,” she adds in a fake-innocent tone, looking down at her manicured hands and hot pink nails, tracing the heartlines of her hands. “Since we were talking about babies anyway… How’s yours?”

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Chapter 16: Back to normality

Hello beautiful people of Tumblr and other social media, is Thursday again and I’ll leave you with chapter 16.

I know that maybe this chapter is a little bit “Blah” but next chapter is super good!

Remember that I’ll be posting short stories that complement in a way the fic on Anastasia’s Instagram profile. The first one is about Mandy!

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Much love to you all! ❤️️

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Everything was going well and getting back to normality. Anastasia was enjoying her relationship to the fullest. They had just two weeks before heading back to Europe to continue the tour so they tried to take advantage of every day in LA as much as they could.

One afternoon, Josh invited Anastasia to one of his favorite restaurants. Surprisingly it was a Brazilian food place. He said to her that he ate there at least twice a month.

- It’s a nice surprise that you like Brazilian food – Anastasia said while drinking a mixed juice.

- I love Brazil. I have so many memories from my travels there.

- Good memories?

- Amazing memories – Josh answered and she did’t want to go further with the subject.

- I’m so happy because my father is in town! – Anastasia said clapping low.

- Really?

- Yes, he landed last night and is in Malibu right now. I would love you to meet him – Josh looked at her with a stoic expression on his face.

- Wow… I would love that – Josh smiled – Are you sure?

- Yes! My father is amazing and super cool.

- Meeting the parents, huh?

- That worries you?

- No, it excites me.

- You already know Barbara and she is like my mother. Mark is gonna be there too.

- When is it?

- Tonight – Anastasia said trying not to look into his eyes.

- TONIGHT? – Josh raised his voice.

- Sorry to tell you last minute. We can go to my house and get ready there – At this point Josh had clothes in Anastasia’s house and Anastasia has some of hers at Josh’s place.

- All right, I accept the invitation – Anastasia always shared a small laugh when Josh used formal sentences.

The two arrived at her house, as they planned to, and after watching some TV the two fell asleep. Sleep wasn’t something you get to do a lot on tours so every chance they had, they didn’t even think about it. Anastasia woke up by the sound of her phone, opened her eyes and saw Josh sleeping next to her, it was the most comforting view she had had in a while. Anastasia rolled over trying to take her phone and not wake up Josh in the process. She received a message from her sister Barbara.

“Are you coming or what?”

She saw the time and it was late, very late. She moved Josh's arm tenderly first and he didn’t respond, she moved it again, nothing happened, then she called his name softly, but he was still fully asleep. She was getting frustrated.

- Josh! – She called his name loud and moved his arm violently.

- What’s up? – He asked opening his eyes big and fast.

- It’s late- Anastasia said with a soft voice and smiling.

- No – Josh said with sleepy voice – Let’s stay here.

He rolled over to get almost on top of Anastasia, and he started to kiss her neck. God! She loved his neck kisses; he kissed her shoulders and then her lips to end with a little bite, which turned her on. She kissed him back fiercely and scratched his back, now he was turned on, she could feel it. Anastasia began to breathe heavily, he started to tease her touching her belly and then going down with his fingertips, she was in heaven and he knew it. She bit her lip and he smiled and then, suddenly, he stopped, he got his face close to hers and whispered “It’s late” before getting up from the bed.

- Are you serious? – Anastasia still breathing heavy for the rush and rage.

- Come on! It’s late – He was laughing and enjoying the moment, thinking it was funny.

- I’m gonna get my revenge Josh Adam Klinghoffer. I swear.

- Oh yeah?

- It won’t be pretty – Josh disappeared behind the bathroom door still laughing.

They arrived at Barbara’s mansion an hour late. She received them at the door.

- Hi Josh – She saluted him with a kiss in the cheek and a hug. Then she turned to Anastasia and put an angry face - I'm mad at you. I’m starving.

- I’m sorry – Anastasia said.

- I’m sure you are late for inducing Josh into spontaneous sex.

- WHAT? – Anastasia said opening her mouth disgusted – It wasn’t exactly like that – She looked at Josh who was laughing.

They walked to the living room where the rest of the family was waiting for them. Her brother, Mark, was playing with the twins and her father got up from his chair as soon as he saw her. Her father was old but invigorated, his skin was wrinkled and his brown hair hung loose over his shoulders, his blue eyes showed the perks of the age and his skinny body showed hints of his drug addiction past. Regardless, her father was full of life. His eyes shone as soon as he saw Anastasia and hugged her tightly. Despite the relationship with her mother, Nick always had showed careless love for her. After the hug, she introduced Josh to him. Josh was nervous but tried to remain calm, he wasn’t a guy who was often starstruck, he had played with such world-famous people that it was almost routinary for him, but Nick Truman was an institution in rock music and now his girlfriend’s father. Anastasia smiled imagine what was going through Josh's mind.

- I’m glad to finally meet you – Nick said – These three – pointing to Anastasia, Barbara and Mark – had nothing but great things to say about you.

- I’m happy to know that – Anastasia, Mark and Barbara were smiling in an exaggerated way at Josh, like making fun of the situation. He smiled back.

- Sorry for the delay but you know how I am, always late! – Anastasia said.

- We want to eat! – The twins screamed.

- Well the Queen and King had spoken! We better get to the table.

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- I would congratulate you for the food but I know you didn’t cook any of it – Anastasia said to her sister occupying a chair on the right side. Josh seated next to her and her brother on the head of the table while on the opposite side was Barbara. The twins and Nick took chairs on the left side.

- A special occasion needs special food – Barbara said – Josh, if you are a vegetarian those broccoli nuggets are delicious.

- No, I’m not – Josh said with a shy expression on his face – But I’ll give them a try.

- Wow a Californian guy that eats meat, that’s a first – Mark said joking with Josh.

- I couldn’t date a vegetarian guy – Anastasia said.

- Yes, we all know how much you like meat, especially all kinds of sausages – Barbara said to her sister with an obvious double meaning, smirking.

- I really hope you choke on those broccoli nuggets – Anastasia did not found her sister joke funny – She is lying – She said to Josh.

- What? She just said you liked sausages – Josh and Barbara shared a look of complicity and everyone laughed, everyone but Anastasia, of course. “Josh is funny today”, she thought and remembered she owned him revenge.

After the dinner, the twins were falling asleep so they said goodbye to everyone, including “Uncle Josh” which put a big smile on Josh’s face. Barbara put them to sleep in their bed. She came back to the table to continue the conversation.

- So you are touring right now? – Nick asked drinking his glass of wine.

- Yes, we leave on Thursday to… wherever the hell we are going next – Anastasia couldn’t remember where they were heading to.

- To Germany – Josh said smiling a bit.

- Yes! To Munich! – Anastasia said sharing the smile.

- I’m so proud of you, you have no idea – Her father said – I checked out some tunes from your own band, how was it called?

- Dot Hacker, dad – Anastasia answered.

- That, Dot Hacker, An send me some songs about a month ago and I must say I was pleased. You guys have a unique melody. Those tunes restored my faith in music – Josh was speechless.

- Hearing that from you, sir, is such an honor.

- Oh stop the formality, don’t call me sir, call me Nick – Josh smiled again.

- He is so talented – Anastasia said and put her right hand in Josh’s left inner thigh.

He looked at her with fear and remembered she was going to get revenge for the episode at her house. Josh smiled and Anastasia smiled back at him.

- And are you having fun? You aren’t drinking a lot, right? – Nick said to Anastasia.

- Come on, you say it like I was some kind of alcoholic – Anastasia moved her hand close to Josh’s genital area. She could feel him tensing his muscles and that gave her a reason to laugh a little bit. The table had a long tablecloth so everyone was ignoring what was happening underneath.

- I’m not saying that but I know you, you are my daughter – Anastasia rolled her eyes – Are you going to visit London?

- Yes, at the end of the year.

Anastasia didn’t stop teasing and pleasing Josh and he had to be a total actor to not show his nervousness. She just kept touching him up and down, up and down... He couldn’t tell her to stop but he tried to let her know with his eyes, she just smiled and laid her torso to Josh’s side, while he put his left arm around her shoulders and began to pinch her slightly. She was all the way and started to feel the pressure in Josh pants, even underneath their bagginess. She smiled at Josh with satisfaction and took advantage of a moment of distraction of her relatives to whisper to him “I told you I would have my revenge”. Josh faked a smile and excused himself to the bathroom… the ugly part of being a guy.

- He drank so much water today – Anastasia said to her family laughing and feeling almighty.

- You should visit your mother when you get to London.

- I will see… - Anastasia answered looking to the table – I’m going to London to play in front of thousands of people, I don’t want my mother’s bad energy around.

- An… Don’t talk like that.

- Don’t you come and tell me how I should I talk about my mother – Anastasia said disgusted.

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- You are crazy and I love you – Josh said getting inside his car.

- That will teach you to think twice the next time you tease me and don’t finish the job.

- The thing between you and your mom is that bad? – Josh had a special talent to change subjects abruptly.

- I wouldn’t say it’s bad, I would say it’s null – Anastasia looked at the road through the windshield.

- Are you going to see her in London? – Josh asked.

- I guess so. I didn’t even call her when we were there the last time. It’s my mom after all.

- Eric’s birthday is tomorrow – Josh changed subjects again.

- I know! – Anastasia said looking at him – We are going to a new restaurant in Silver Lake.

- I’m excited for you to hang out with my friends… my nice friends.

- And you forget that many of them are my friends too.

- Right, how didn’t we get together sooner? We had many people in common.

- Everything happens when it has to happen.

Anastasia stroked Josh's cheek with the back of her hand and moved her fingers behind his ear and his neck.

- Are you teasing me again? – Josh asked without taking his eyes off the road.

- I hope this time it leads me somewhere – Josh looked at her.

She moved her body towards Josh and kissed his neck and his jaw line, the same jaw line that drove her crazy.

- I’m driving – Josh said smiling with mischief – We can crash and die.

- I’ll die happily – Anastasia responded.

She continued stroking Josh through every inch of his torso, head, thighs and everything in between. Josh used his right hand and arm to please Anastasia, thanking God for automatic transmission cars. He parked his car at the porch of his house and both of them were so full of desire that he couldn’t wait more and own her right there, inside his car. It was late and he lived in a gated community but the fact of getting caught turn them on even more. She spared no shouts of pleasure, something that Josh loved.

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