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windscattered · 3 years

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Previously

Delano stared at Adriano numbly. “You… you’re adopted?”

“Yeah.” Adriano glanced towards the house and leaned closer to Delano, voice lowering to a whisper. “Mom told me to lie to you, to say that I’m yours.”

The pieces slotted together in Delano’s head. Jesus christ, she really was using Adriano as leverage to make Delano stay.

“Fucking hell,” Delano muttered.

“Right?!” Adriano whispered urgently. “I had no idea she was planning this when she adopted me.” He rubbed his eyes. “Do you know what she said to me the first time she saw me?”

Delano shook his head.

“She- I forget the exact wording, but she commented on my eyes. ‘Just like his,’ she said. ‘Just like your father’s’. I always had a feeling she chose me because I looked like someone else and when you got here, it confirmed it.” Adriano made a frustrated sound. “Everything makes sense now. The fucking obsession she had about me working out. She wanted so bad for me to be buff. She wanted me to look like you! And when I wouldn’t gain muscle, no matter how much I tried because it’s my fucking body type, she thought I was slacking off on purpose!” He sounded so frustrated that Delano got the impression that it had been the subject of many arguments.

“That… that sounds tough,” Delano said, lamely. He was still reeling.

Adriano shrugged with a bitter expression. “It must be tough for you, too,” he said. “I saw how you looked when she touched you. What did she do to you?”

Delano froze. That night with her. He’s never talked about it to anyone. He tells himself that night didn’t affect him, but he still to this day couldn’t eat steak without feeling sick afterwards.

Adriano must have seen the shift in his expression because he changed the subject. “She learned to quit badgering me about it, eventually. And she’s pretty supportive of my band, too, I guess.”

“You have a band?” Delano asked.

Adriano looked at him with wide eyes, blushing a little. “Y-yeah…”

“That’s cool,” Delano said. “What do you play?”

Adriano’s cheeks turned redder. “I dunno, like punk and metal. We’re not that good though…”

“You have to play me some of your stuff,” Delano said.

Adriano looked shocked. “I- o-okay!”

***

As Fang got used to the house, she refused to leave Delano’s side. Delano, of course, didn’t mind. He was more than happy to not leave Fang out of his sight, in case she was abducted to a dog shelter again.

Fang also must have noticed how Delano tensed up around Lieselotte because she tended to place herself between the two, whenever she could. Once she even growled at Lieselotte, when she came too close.

Lieselotte, of course, was less than thrilled about that incident and started insisting that Fang should be kept outside for nights. Delano of course, in turn, sneaked Fang to his room each evening anyway.

Somehow, in a weird, fucked up way, Delano settled into Lieselotte’s house. While Lieselotte (or Lizzy, as she insisted to be called) was at work, Delano either watched TV, played with Fang in the yard or did his homework.

He also talked a lot with Adriano, which he found that he actually liked. It turned out that the two had surprisingly much in common. Both liked heavy metal and dogs. Both had also lost their parents at a young age and then had trouble adjusting. Adriano, however, had been lucky in having been adopted by Lieselotte. Or, you know. As lucky as you can be when it’s her.

Adriano and Fang were the only things that made living in Lieselotte’s house bearable, honestly. Without the two, Delano would have left days ago, even if he would have gone to live on the street with his arm in a cast. He couldn’t return to his apartment because Lieselotte had cancelled his lease. Lieselotte had told him that point-blank when he had off-handedly mentioned his rent.

Delano felt the leash around his neck tighten.

He also found that he couldn’t relax in this house, no matter how much he tried. Once, he had made the mistake of walking around the house in his boxers and he had felt Lieselotte’s eyes on his body and ass. That evening Delano had almost scrubbed himself raw in the shower. Obviously, he hadn’t made that mistake twice. Ever since that evening, Delano started wearing his loosest, least sexy clothes and covering every inch of his skin from neck down.

But, of course, no matter how careful Delano was, he was still out of his comfort zone and in Lieselotte’s turf. No matter how hard Delano tried, Lieselotte had an advantage over him.

Delano closed the shower with a sigh. At least he could shower by himself. Lieselotte also hadn’t tried to come into his room at night. He supposed he should count his blessings.

Delano left the shower room, squeezing water from his hair. It was asinine that the towels had to be kept outside the shower, but there was nowhere to put a towel in the shower.

Just as Delano finished wrapping the towel around his waist, the door opened. Lieselotte stepped into the dressing room, quietly closing the door behind her. She was wearing a bathrobe. When she turned around and saw Delano, she looked like a deer in the headlights. She quickly fixed her expression to a sultry smile, though.

“Oh, you already finished?” she asked, stepping closer. “I could have washed your back.”

Delano, who had been staring at her, frozen stiff, now stepped back. He glanced at the door behind her. He had to get out.

“What’s wrong?” Lieselotte asked, taking another step. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Delano felt the wall against his back. He had nowhere to run.

Lieselotte set her hand on his chest. “You could… always come and have another shower with me…”

Delano drew a giant breath and bolted. He stepped around Lieselotte and strode out of the dressing room, into the hallway.

As he was striding to his room, Delano almost walked into Adriano. “Whoa, dude!” the young man exclaimed. He looked up at Delano and frowned in confusion. “Is… is everything okay? You look… shaken.”

Delano took a few breaths, glancing back to the bathroom door. The door remained closed. “Yeah,” he ground out. “I’m fine.”

Adriano must have noticed something was up. “Go put some clothes on,” he said. “I didn’t see you, if she asks.”

Delano nodded. “Thank you.” He slinked into his room and leant against the door. His breath came in huge gasps that still didn’t reach his lungs. Delano slid down the wall and sat on the floor, still struggling to breathe. His skin was crawling, especially where she had touched him. He felt dirty, even though he still hasn’t dried from his shower.

Fang padded over to him, poking his cheek with her snout. She whined softly.

Delano hugged her to his chest.

He had to get out of here. He couldn’t let Adriano keep seeing him like this.

***

“Did something happen with Daniel?” Lorenzo asked carefully, as the brothers were having dinner.

Orlando’s eyes widened. When had he learned Daniel’s name? “Wh- how-”

“Oh, I met him when he spent the night here,” Orlando explained. “When he looked like he got hit by a truck.”

“You met Daniel?” Orlando asked.

“Yeah!” Lorenzo beamed. “We had sandwiches around two AM.”

Orlando was speechless. “Huh.” He hesitated. “What did you think about him?”

Lorenzo looked up at the ceiling in thought. “The dog was a little scary, but I think Daniel himself is… he’s nice. A little quiet. He had a very relaxed and chill vibe.” He looked back at Orlando, eyes wide. “Are you asking for my blessing?”

Orlando’s cheeks heated up immediately. “N-no. I’m just asking what you thought of him.”

He couldn’t ask his blessing for something that couldn’t exist. There couldn’t be a relationship between him and Daniel. He was just humouring himself. Creating fantasies where he could have something with Daniel.

Orlando hasn’t seen him in a few weeks either. And he was fine.

Lorenzo pursed his lips. “Did something happen with him? You’ve been… down lately.”

Orlando was quiet for a moment. “We’re on a break,” he said quietly.

Lorenzo looked crestfallen. “Aww. I was rooting for you two. When I said you deserve someone who makes you happy, I meant it.”

Orlando smiled crookedly. “I know, habibi.”

“Is the break, like, permanent?” Lorenzo asked. “Or is it just temporary?”

Orlando sighed. “I think it’s permanent this time.”

Lorenzo gasped. “No! You were so happy with him!”

Orlando shrugged, uneasy.

“Orlando, listen,” Lorenzo said firmly. “You have to start working less, if that’s the issue.”

“Lorenzo, please-”

“No! None of that! You’ve been so selfless for so long, Orlando. When is it you time? When is it your time to be happy?”

Orlando was speechless for a second. “I… I-I am happy now, with you.”

“But you could be happier, right?”

Orlando was quiet. Lorenzo did have a point, but… He didn’t know the full image, which really did make it impossible between Orlando and Daniel.

“Okay, how about this,” Lorenzo said. “Try again, with Daniel. One last time. And if it doesn’t work, I’ll lay off and you can tell me that you told me so.”

Orlando chewed his dinner slowly, frowning in thought. Maybe he was more far gone than he had thought, but Lorenzo’s proposition did sound like a good idea. Not in the way Lorenzo meant it, though. Orlando would meet Daniel one last time, take him on a date, then tell him he’d have to quit seeing him because his feelings were getting in the way. Then Daniel also could enforce Orlando’s attempts to not contact him. Win-win. Perfect plan.

“Alright,” Orlando said finally. “Deal.”

Lorenzo beamed.

So, after dinner, Orlando got his phone and texted Delano.

Me: Hey, Daniel. It’s been a while. Do you have time for a date?

Daniel took two hours to reply. The reply made Orlando’s blood freeze in his veins.

Daniel: Help me

Daniel: Idk what to do

Daniel: I cant do this alone

#drabble #ic: delano #ic: orlando

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astral-writings · 7 years

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Forgetful (Part 2)

Word Count: 1,548 Reader Gender: Female I guess idk Warnings: Cussing, car accident, Love Interest: Pietro Maximoff Note: I know some of you are like ???? didn’t I read this??? and yes, but you read the other version. I’ve rewritten it because it was brought to my attention that it was vv cringy, and honestly I couldn’t agree more. So, here we are with a new version, and hopefully a better one.

lt’s been quite some time since I left Pietro, about a month actually. Pietro has tried calling me more than once, but I’ve ignored him every single time. Why the hell should I pick up? He doesn’t deserve to try to apologize, there’s no excuse for what he did. So, he doesn’t deserve the chance to try and make one. At first, I felt sorry for myself. I blamed me rather than him, and almost called him to try and make up. That’s when Nat and Tony talked some sense into me.

They helped me realize that what he did wasn’t my fault. Now, rather than being sad, I’m just angry. I was angry that he had the audacity to do what he did, then argue with me over it. I was angry that he thought that he wasn’t in the wrong. I was angry at everything he did and said. I liked the anger, it was better than the sadness I had felt. Tony then suggested I take my anger to the training room, and it was a great idea.

I rarely got time to train, let alone the motivation, and I liked it. My combat skills and strength have increased in such a short about of time. It didn’t take long for the news of the break up to spread across to the other members of the team. I already knew that Wanda knew, the both of them were siblings after all. Soon enough the everyone knew, and in turn everyone was angry. Well, we were missing a few people.

Bruce was missing, as usual, and had been missing for a while. I doubted he’d return anytime soon, given his history. Thor simply wasn’t on Earth, and he was probably keeping peace in the realms. I had grown closer to the team, and it was one good thing that came out of The Incident. Bucky and I had become good friends, but Tony still remained my best friend. We were currently watching T.V., Bucky and I had placed bets on the news.

He bet that they’d rerun the Loki story again, even though it’s been quite a while since the incident. I, on the other hand, had bet that they couldn’t milk that story any more than they already have. Unfortunately, it turned out that he was right, once again. I huffed, pulling out a 20 as he just smiled at me, rubbing in the fact that he won. I simply rolled my eyes, shoving the bill into his hand.

“Well, I guess you were right.” I huffed.

“Of course I’m right, I’m always right.” He said.

“I think I liked you more when you were being all dark and brooding.” I said, smiling at the face he made.

“I’m not dark and brooding, I’m a damn delight.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, my bad, I guess I read all the signs wrong.” I joked and I saw him squint.

“What signs are you fucking-” Bucky began, but was silenced by my pillow.

“Watch your fucking mouth, I’m trying to watch the damn news.” I demanded jokingly and he shook his head in disapproval.

“Bitch.” He mumbled.

“Whore.” I shot back.

This was partly why I enjoyed having conversations with Bucky, or any members of the team for that matter. It was easy to talk to them, and it reminded me of how many times Pietro and I fought with one another. A part of me does still love him, I mean, we were together for a long time. I know better than to just go crawling back or something like that. What he did was inexcusable, and that’s all there is to it.

Honestly, I don’t even know what to do with him, but ignoring him seems like a pretty good decision. Even if I were to take him back somehow, he’d have to prove to me that he’s changed. He’d have to prove he’s different, and I’m not sure that he can do that. My phone made a noise, notifying me that I had a text message. I rolled my eyes as I read the message, and it was from none other than Pietro himself.

Please pick up.

No, leave me alone.

Please, I need to talk to you.

No, what you need is a new attitude, and maybe a reality check.

Just give me another chance.

To what? Break my heart again? Not a chance.

Please, just meet me at the park, and give me 5 minutes.

What do I get in return? 5 minutes of Hell?

If you don’t like what I say, then I’ll never bother you again.

That offer did sound rather enticing, especially considering he hasn’t made that offer before. I’ll have to think about it for a moment before giving him an answer. It’d be nice to have him stop trying to call and text me every 5 minutes of every damn day. I sighed as I stared at the screen, noticing Bucky raise an eyebrow at me from the corner of my eye. I showed him the messages that had been exchanged, and he shrugged.

“What should I do, Buck-a-roo?” I asked.

“First, you should stop calling me that. Second, I’d go for it. It’ll get him off your back, and if you don’t want to listen to him, you can just tune him out.” Bucky offered and I nodded.

“Very true,” I nodded, “I’m doing it.”

Fine, but 5 minutes is all you’re getting.

I stood up, shoving my phone in my back pocket before going to slip on my shoes. I didn’t announce my departure, it’s not like I was heading to France or something. Plus, Bucky already knows where I’m going. It’s not that big of a deal, really. I’ll just get scolded by Tony for not telling him where I was going. You know what, I’ll just text him. The last thing I want to do is spend an hour listening to him drone on about the how dangerous it is not telling anyone.

Heading to the park, be back in a few.

I kept my phone in my hand as I walked, expecting Tony to be texting me back soon. Thankfully, the park is right down the street, otherwise I would’ve said no. I’m too lazy to be walking or driving somewhere that’s not close by. I saw Pietro text me again, wondering where I was. He’s always forgetting that he’s literally the only one with super speed. I, a lowly human, must walk at but a snail’s pace to get everywhere.

I texted him, letting him know that I was on my way. I felt my chest tighten a little as I walked down the sidewalk. We haven’t seen one another since what happened, and I had planned on keeping it that way. I just don’t think he can ever grow up, honestly. With everything he did, and how he treated me before, it’s kind of like a slap in the face. Well, if everything goes south, at least I got him off of my back.

I looked both ways before beginning to cross at the crosswalk. My phone rang, and I picked it up once I saw that it was Tony. I looked up, seeing Pietro waiting at the other end. I did a small wave, and he returned it. I started talking to Tony, but everything moved slowly. Well, it moved slow and fast at the same time. Pietro was frozen in shock, the event completely catching him off guard. The headlights of the truck met my eyes, and I was also frozen.

I couldn’t move, and even if I did, the car was too close for me to get out of the way in time. A gasp rushed through my throat, filling my lungs up with pure fear. The hood of the vehicle collided with my abdomen, and I screamed as pain shot through me. I faintly heard Tony yelling onto the phone, but it was knocked out of my grip before I could even get another breath out. I felt one of my legs shatter from the impact.

As my body rolled on top of the hood, I felt my hip bones shatter as well. Due to the speed of the truck, I rolled from the windshield and to the roof. I felt my skin rip under the metal of the vehicle, and the wind get knocked out of me when I was thrown onto the pavement. My body felt like it was on fire, and I knew I had broken more than just my leg and hip. A new pain surged through me as a car drove over me, others screeching to a halt.

I would’ve screamed, but my senses were overridden with pain. Darkness dotted my vision as my ears faintly picked up my name being called. My lids were slowly closing, the pain and the darkness persuading them to shut. I was lifeless, and I couldn’t move anything if I tried. Everything hurt too much, and it was difficult to breath. I felt a hand go on my cheek, registering a voice but not registering what they were saying.

“Please, please stay with me.” A voice said.

Everything went black.

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