#i went into a trance. when i woke up this was drawn

[valcubust]

eternally thinking about the wet shirt scene in book 1

#ive got nothing clever to say #i went into a trance. when i woke up this was drawn #my art #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #i cannot get enough of HERRRR #wayhaven m #her shirt is like way too small but that WAS intentional #if art

[vale-writes]

when i feel icky i like to project onto whatever poor characters happen to be my hyper fixation at the time. might i recommend a hurt/comfort with our favorite vampire spawn when tav gets burnt out/depressed/dissociates?

i love this request <3 my dissociation has been horrible these past 3 weeks and i hadn't even thought of doing this. thank you!!

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, dissociation, reader is in depressive/dissociative episode, gender neutral reader, post-events of the game, bg3 and astarion spoilers

summary: ever since you defeated the netherbrain and saved baldur's gate from evil, astarion noticed you weren't yourself anymore. he started seeing pieces of himself in your behavior, which terrified him. he decides to ask what's wrong and tries to help you through it <3

Ah, sunrise. The time that Astarion should’ve despised the most, considering it’d kill him, but it was really one of the times of day that he loved the most. Because you were there waiting for him in bed.

He was just coming back from a night of haphazard drinking with Karlach and Wyll. They’d both invited you out, but you’d refused, saying you were too tired from all the work you’d been doing helping Baldur’s Gate rebuild. Astarion had been suspicious of you. You were never one to turn down some partying with friends, but he had tried not to think too much of it.

He quietly crept back in through the front door of your shared house, and a soft smile found its way onto his face when he saw that all the curtains had already been drawn to protect him. You must’ve drawn them before you went to bed, knowing he’d be back by sunrise. It was the little things like that that made his undead heart feel alive, even if just for a moment.

Astarion slowly pulled his boots off, trying not to make any noise. After centuries of slinking about, being silent wasn’t something he really had to try to do. But he always was extra conscious when it came to you. He didn’t want to wake you up or disturb your sleep. You deserved to rest.

He gently opened the door to your room and just stared at you for a bit. There was no light in the room, but his darkvision let him see you just fine, albeit in shades of grey. He changed into some more comfortable clothes for sleep and slid into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You were sleeping on your side with your back facing him, so he just buried his face in the back of your neck and deeply inhaled your scent. Gods, you were so warm. And soft. And the perfect person to sleep next to.

“I’m home, darling,” he murmured softly into your neck, though he knew you couldn’t hear him in your sleep. He always tried to savor this time. Your schedules never seemed to line up, what with him being nocturnal and you not, but sunrise was the one time you both could really rest together, even if it was only for a few hours.

“I love you,” he said before placing a light kiss on the back of your neck and closing his eyes, holding you tight against him. He let himself relax and fall into his trance, his breathing slowing and muscles relaxing into you.

He woke from his trance about four hours later with you still in his arms asleep. He blinked in confusion. By now, you should be out of bed and out of the house. He was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. Maybe you’d decided to take the day off to rest. He couldn’t complain about that. He simply nuzzled his face into your neck again and decided to just wait for you to wake up. You always looked so peaceful when you slept. He could stare at you for hours, just drinking in the sight of you.

He sat up and took out a new book he’d been reading. He wasn’t just going to sit around the house doing nothing when the sun was out. He ran a hand through your hair while he read; half because he knew you liked it, and half because he was a selfish bastard who kind of wanted you to wake up already so he could tell you about all the stupid shit he’d gotten into last night. You slowly stirred from your sleep at his touch, turning to look up at him. You lazily draped an arm over his blanket-covered legs.

“G’morning, ‘Starion,” you said groggily.

“Good morning, darling. You’re up late. Did you plan on taking the day off?” He continued running his hand through your hair and set his book down by his side.

“..What? What time is it?” You frowned in confusion.

“It’s already almost midday. Are you okay? You don’t usually oversleep. Well, this much, anyway.”

“..Midday..? Godsdamnit I’m so late,” you grumbled as you laid face first on your pillow. “Might as well just stay home at this point.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re not answering my question, darling.”

“What was the question?” you asked, your voice muffled by the pillow.

“Look, darling, as much as I love having your face in the pillow when we’re in bed, I need you to turn over so I can actually hear you.” He grinned at his own dirty joke and waited to hear your giggle back.

But he got nothing.

“..Are you hungover or something?” he scoffed. “You know, we invited you out last night. Did you go off partying with some other group of dashing bastards? You can tell me. I’ll pretend to not be offended.”

Again, nothing. He tried to hide the growing panic in his voice.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked quietly, as if it couldn’t be true if he didn’t say it loud enough. “Did I do something?” He took his hand out of your hair and placed it on his lap. His eyes raked over you, trying to see if there was anything physically wrong with you. You were eerily still. Still breathing, but you weren’t moving at all, even though it couldn’t have been comfortable with your face in the pillow like that.

“No. ‘Starion.” Your voice sounded.. pained. Like every word was taking the life out of you to say. He reached over and picked your limp body up to turn you over onto your back. Your eyes were glazed over and half-lidded. If he couldn’t feel you breathing in that moment, he was sure he would’ve thought you died. He moved some of your hair out of your face as some was stuck to your mouth.

Astarion leaned over you, scanning your face to see what could possibly be wrong with you.

“Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?” He hadn’t noticed any signs of someone breaking in and he didn’t smell your blood anywhere in the house. What in the Hells was wrong with you?

“‘M fuzzy..” Was all you said.

“You’re.. fuzzy..?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean you’re-“

And then it clicked. He’d seen you like this once before. It was after you’d been imprisoned and chained up by that goblin priestess, Gut. You’d stumbled out of there in a daze, covered in blood but silent. Once you’d all gone back to camp, you just stayed in your tent for hours. Karlach had gone to check on you, but all she came back to tell the group was that you had been laying there silently. The only thing you’d said was that you were “fuzzy.” Gods, it was so long ago that he’d almost forgotten.

He stared into your eyes. Eyes that were looking, but not seeing. He saw himself laying there. In your eyes, he saw the same faraway look he made himself have every night when he was still enslaved by Cazador. It made him have a horrible nauseous feeling in his stomach. What could have possibly made you feel this awful?

“I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

You simply blinked at him. He tried to mask the anxiety on his face and hurried to pour you a cup of water. He came back into the room with your favorite cup in hand and set it on the nightstand next to you.

“Do you think you ca-“ He looked down at you and saw there were tears falling from your eyes. They fell down your temples and onto the pillow under you, but your expression hadn’t changed since he left. He gently wiped the tears from your eyes as if you were a delicate piece of glass. As if you could break.

Your mind was completely empty but unfathomably full at the same time. You wanted to tell Astarion what was wrong. That you never had time to process everything that happened in your adventure. That the faces of the people you killed or couldn’t save were always in your mind. That the wounds you’d taken always felt like they were still there, no matter how many times Shadowheart had healed you. It was too much.

But whenever you tried to tell him what happened, the thoughts drifted away from you. Your tongue felt heavy. It was better to just give in to the gnawing emptiness. To let it consume you. To let it drown you.

Astarion took your hand in his and gently rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand. The chill of his skin against yours brought you up for air for a moment.

“..cold,” you fought through the heaviness of your own tongue, trying to tell him that the cold was helping. He pulled his hand away from you immediately.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I thought it might-“ He looked down and saw that you had gripped his hand into yours before he could pull away, his cold hand now spreading its chill through your own. He frowned in confusion. “What..?”

You flicked your chin up to motion him closer. Every movement felt like dragging a thousand pounds behind you, but his touch lightened the load just a bit. He tentatively brought his face closer to yours, now about a foot away. You flicked your chin again, then pushed your head down so your forehead was closer to him.

His eyes flickered in understanding once you did this. He laid a gentle, cool kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead on yours.

“Is this helping? Me being cold?” he murmured, his nose brushing against yours as he spoke. You simply closed your eyes and took your first deep breath of the day. Gods, were you lucky your partner was undead.

“Mm,” you grunted in response. He took his free hand and wrapped it around the back of your neck to hold you closer. He picked you up to help you sit up against the headboard of the bed, then straddled you to sit in your lap. He wrapped his arms around you, trading his undead ice for your living warmth.

It shocked your brain out of its spiral, finally letting you fully see Astarion. Your hands moved to his waist and you kissed his nose, earning a surprised noise from him. He pulled away to look at you again, his red eyes drinking in every inch of your face, as if he was trying to memorize every line and shape in it.

“What happened, love? Did someone hurt you? Did you eat or drink something odd? Gods, if anyone did anything to you, they’ll have to deal wi-“

“Astarion-“ you tried to cut him off before he could begin his “I’ll murder anyone,” rant.

He scowled. “No, I’m serious. Who did this to you? Where do they live? You know I’ve got plenty of experience killing. Nobody would know-“

“Astarion.” His face softened and he looked at you again. You gently tucked a stray curl back behind his ear. “Nobody hurt me. I just- life has been a lot, recently. I’ve been so busy helping everyone rebuild and I never had time to just.. rest, and recover from what happened to me. To us.”

“You fucking hero,” he rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Can you be selfish for just one second? Fuck them all. Are you saying spending the entire day shoveling bricks out of the street and listening to people cry for hours is more important than laying here with-“

You shot him a warning look. He rolled his head back and dramatically groaned in frustration.

“Why didn’t you tell me before this happened?” He rested one of his hands on your chest, toying with a stray thread coming out of your shirt. He’d have to fix that later.

“I didn’t want to worry you, ‘Starion. I thought I could handle it,” you mumbled and looked away from him, ashamed by your weakness. You couldn’t deal with a little zoning out and feeling sad every now and then? Really?

He took his other hand and pushed your face back to face him. When you saw him again, his eyes were narrowed and darkened at you. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” You squirmed under him, confused by the sudden firmness in his voice.

“Don’t say you didn’t want to worry me. That’s what led to.. this, which made me infinitely more worried than if you had just told me sooner.” He took a deep breath. He was trying to practice that whole “vulnerability” thing. “It scared me, seeing you like that,” he murmured. “At first, it was because I didn’t know what was wrong. And then it got worse when I did realize what was wrong. I don’t- I don’t want to see you like that. Like me, before.. all of this.”

Your heart felt full, but also dropped at the same time somehow. Gods, he really did care about you. In your efforts to try to shield him from what was happening, you ended up hurting him anyways. You took his hand on your face and kissed it softly before resting your face on his chest, tightly wrapping your arms around him.

“I’ll take that as an apology. You know, I’d prefer a bouquet and a new perfume—maybe a new pair of shoes as well—but I suppose this will do,” he sighed, trying to sound annoyed. You could hear the smile in his voice, though, even if he tried to hide it while you drank in his scent in his chest.

“Now, lay down again. You’re staying right next to me until I say you can leave. I never thought I’d say this, but I do miss our little camps, if only for the fire I could sleep by every night.” He pulled himself off of you and got back under the covers, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in as well. He was startlingly strong for a.. petite elf, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He spooned you, leaving kisses along your neck while holding you tightly against himself. Your heat spread through his chest and stomach, making him release a content sigh.

"You'll be my fire, won't you? All you have to do is stay here and rest with me, darling. Let me take care of you."

Yeah, the city could go without you for a few days. You had more important things to do now.

#vale writes #WOOOOO #this one got away from me #i’ll be working through the other requests soon #didn’t mean to make this so long #love you! #bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 hurt comfort #hurt/comfort #dissociation #bg3 fic

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

for the bingo, if you want - platonic "i love you" with fabian and riz, or adaine and ayda, along with whatever setting or situation that suits your fancy!

You know I love me some Fabian and Riz, but I instantly thought of the cutest Adaine and Ayda moment, so I'll have to go with my girls on this one!

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The sound of distant waves formed a faint chorus with the piratical hollers and the firing of canons and arquebi down below as Ayda made her way through towering shelves that made up her library. Her talons clicked rhythmically against the old, uneven floorboards.

Unlike Rollins, she had no need for a lantern when the sunset on Leviathan and the stars came out. The warm, fiery light that naturally radiated from her flickered up against the spines of every book she passed, lighting her way instead. Though she strode through the rows of tomes with a natural confidence that came with knowing a place inside and out, she wasn't headed towards a particular book.

No, she was looking for a person.

One of her dearest friends.

Adaine had rushed into the Compass Points that afternoon on a hunt of her own. She had Messaged Ayda to inform her of her presence and that she would be raiding her shelves for any and all of her books on Divination for a paper. Always happy to see her friend, even more so when they got to talk wizardry, Ayda was drawn from her work to assist.

Eager and more than happy to help, Ayda had scooped Adaine up before she could think otherwise. Flying her down to a hard-to-find section of the Compass Points where she had settled on keeping her divination books. Was it hard to find because she didn’t particularly want just anyone finding and reading them?

Perhaps.

But as she learned all those weeks ago during her spring break, Adaine wasn’t just anyone.

Even before she had landed, Adaine was already picking out the books she wanted to read just by their spines. And as soon as her feet touched the floor, she was off. Plucking dusty tomes off of the shelves, she leafed through them. Her reading glasses rested on the edge of her long nose. Ayda couldn’t help chiming in when Adaine picked up one that she had found fascinating with extra facts or tangentially related information that could be found in yet another book.

Normally, she tried to keep herself quiet with thoughts like those. She’d been called an annoying know-it-all too many times to chance the shame. But after getting to know Adaine and spending long days like this, reading and researching, she didn’t feel the need to hold back. Because when she didn’t, and let herself speak, Adaine didn’t chide her and roll her eyes. No, she looked up at her, behind round, silver spectacles and smiled. She smiled and asked her to go on. She smiled and immediately went to find the other book she spoke of. She smiled and thanked her.

No, Adaine wasn’t just anyone. At all.

Many hours passed since Ayda had to, unfortunately, leave Adaine to her studying and tend to her duties as Mistress of the Compass Points. Sunset had come and gone. Leaving the world blanketed in darkness as night settled upon this side of Spyre. With the waning moon as high in the sky as it was, Ayda thought she’d find the little nook where she’d left Adaine empty. Maybe a note left behind with a written goodbye on it.

Instead, she found Adaine sitting cross-legged amongst stacks and stacks of books and open notebooks. Boggy was sitting in her lap, and her head lolled back with her eyes closed. Her fair face was serene and her breathing was slow. She must’ve fallen into a trance not too long ago, seeing as she still had a hold of her pencil. However, as her hand relaxed bit by bit, soon enough it’d fall to the floor.

Ayda’s first thought was to wake her so that she could head off to trance in her own bed. But before she could move, she hesitated. A fearful thought had swiftly wormed its way into her mind. Would Adaine be upset with her if she woke her up? She might rather complete her trance where she was and then head back home. And if Ayda were to wake her now, she might be more irritated than grateful and snap at her for being so bothersome. Ayda didn’t want that. But what if she’d been even more resentful if Ayda let her sit on the rough, uncomfortable floor for several hours?

Oh no.

Worry and dread began to pool in her gut as she took a step forward and then a step back. And then a step forward and then another back. Over and over again as she debated the best course of action in her head. She doesn’t know how long it took for her to come to a decision and, truthfully, she’d rather she never know. But, all the same, in a burst of confidence, she strode over to Adaine and gently shook her shoulder. Almost immediately regretful thoughts rang out in her mind about being so hasty and—

“Hello, Ayda.” Adaine said, a yawn cutting between her words as she sat up a bit straighter and gave her arms a stretch. “Gosh, it’s late. Thanks for waking me. My butt hurts.”

Oh, thank the stars.

She did the correct thing.

“You’re welcome,” Ayda said as the building anxiety within her began to disperse. Looking down at all of the books and papers surrounding Adaine, she asked, “Did you find everything you need for your paper?”

“Yes,” Adaine said with a nod. Though, her brows furrowed for a moment as she gathered up her notes. Boggy croaked softly as she accidentally jostled him around when she reached for a scrap of paper. “But I think I still need some of them for reference.”

Hmmm, not a problem. What was a problem, though, was how heavy Adaine’s eyes still seemed and the continuous yawns that fell from her lips. She should head off to bed straight away. “Alright. You head for the doorway to Mordred, I will check out the books you need.”

Adaine’s head shot up, some of the sleep leaving her voice as she said, “But what about—?”

“I’ll reshelve them. Don’t worry.”

“If you say so.” She said with a little huff before stacking the books she needed to reference and handing them off to Ayda.

It took no time at all to take Adaine's books all the way down to the front desk to check them out and fly back up to her own quarters to hand them back over. By the time Ayda made it to her bed-chamber, Adaine had pad her way there and perched on the wicker rim of Ayda’s nest. Waiting for her. Swaying slightly, her eyes closed and her grip on Boggy loosening. A tiny smile made its way onto Ayda’s lips as a soundless laugh shook her shoulders.

Oh, Adaine really needed to get home.

“Here, Adaine. I’m going to lead you to the door. Easy,” Ayda said as she took Adaine by the shoulders. She ushered her to her feet and rested the satchel of tomes securely around her. All before she began to guide her to the closet door that’d take her back to the Manor. “Alright. Simply listen to my voice.”

Step by groggy step, she steered Adaine around obstacles and towards the closet. Making little comments to inform Adaine as to where she should step and where she shouldn’t. In hardly any time at all, Ayda twisted the knob and opened the door and the familiar sight and smells of Mordred Manor hit her.

With one last guiding hand on Adaine’s shoulder to step through the threshold, Ayda goes to say ‘Good night’. But, when Adaine’s words, soft and said through a yawn hit her ears, she stopped.

“I love you.”

The three words echo in her mind as something in Ayda’s heart sings even though she goes stock-still. As did Adaine, on the other side of the door, before she turned back and looked at Ayda. Eyebrows furrowed with a little frown. But not the frown she does when she’s upset. No, it’s the one she makes when she’s confused.

“Something wrong?” Adaine asked, holding Boggy a little tighter.

“No. I, uh,” Ayda began. No, not at all. Quite the opposite. Something was oh so very right about those three words. She’d said them to her beloved Figueroth months ago and it had felt nice and right saying it to her. Nicer and brighter yet when her Fig had said them back. Staring up at Ayda with those wide, soft, fiery eyes. But right now, Ayda looked inward and found that, yes, they felt different yet still warm and right coming from Adaine. Which should mean that it should feel warmer and righter still when she says it too. So, she did. Staring into Adaine’s keen, deep blue eyes, with an intensity Adaine had never flinched away from, she said, “I love you, too. Deeply so.”

There was a beat. When Ayda’s heart stopped, afraid that she had misread yet another situation. But then in the next, Adaine smiled.

A big, sleepy grin grew on her lips as she placed Boggy in the satchel before she opened her arms wide and asked, “May I get a hug for the road?”

“Most certainly.” Ayda surged forward and wrapped her arms around Adaine’s tinier form. And she hoped, if it did not show on her face or in her voice, then that her soaring heart betrayed the vast truth of her words.

From the deepest depths of her heart,

I love you too.

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#fantasy high #ayda aguefort #adaine abernant #fanfic #d20 fic #fic bingo #prompt bingo

[sunshinemunchkin]

Friday, I'm In Love

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

summary: calm mornings with steve were always filled to the brim with love, affection, and a warm, yummy breakfast.

warnings: mentions of food, mentions of eating, allusion to sex, general fluff

word count: 817

a/n: i adore writing for steve <3🥰

"good morning, sleeping beauty." you grumble back a greeting to steve, rubbing your eyes free from sleep as you focus on your boyfriend at the stove of his larger than large kitchen. the house was empty and quiet, spare the sizzling in the pan and your soft puffs of air as you walk over to steve.

your arms snake around his waist, hands reaching up to cup at his chest. the man giggles, pausing his motion of flipping bacon to take your hand in his and kiss your knuckles. you smile against his back, now clad in a shirt in the brisk morning. the tile under your feet was cold, making you shiver as all you were in was a shirt that you stole from steve and some of his boxers that he slipped on you last night ever so carefully. "go sit, i'll make you a plate." steve whispered to the back of your hand. wonder and adoration swirled inside of you as to how you ever got so lucky to have someone as kind and considerate as steve harrington to be your life partner?

granted, if anyone had told you four years ago you'd be sitting in steve "the hair" harrington's kitchen, in his shirt, in his boxers, watching as the legend himself, doted over you, having woken up before you to make you breakfast, you never would've believed them. not for a second. but yet, here you were. a grin that stretched farther than the long island sound on your face, as you stared at steve with love and fondness in your eyes.

breaking your train of thought, steve placed two plates in front of you. stacked high on one was pancakes and a bunch of freshly cut fruit. on the second was bacon and eggs. "oh, babe. you didn't have to do all this." he simply grinned at the nickname, shrugging casually as if he didn't wake up earlier than usual to complete it all in time. "wanted to, eat up. 'fore it gets cold." he handed you a fork and pushed the maple syrup towards you. he watched tenderly as you poured it over the pancakes, your tongue sticking out between your lips in concentration.

you pushed a piece against his pink lips, coating them in syrupy goodness before he was drawn from his short trance. "bite." was all you said before steve was accepting the food into his mouth and chewing carefully. "not bad." you roll your eyes at him affectionately, as if he didn't make it himself. his hair flopped in his face, your hand reaching out to push it behind onto the base of his head. his caramel locks slipped through your hands like sand, smooth and gentle. that's who steve harrington was. smooth, and gentle.

he wasn't who everyone thought he was. at least not anymore. prom king, basketball star, the king of hawkins high. now he's a family video employee, caretaker of six rambunctious teens, the boy with a heart for excessive and everlasting loving, and your boyfriend.

the person who you woke up to most mornings, fell asleep next to almost every night. the one who woke you up with the jingling of his belt buckle as he rushed off to work, dotting kisses to your face before he left. the main source of your tuesday afternoon visits to the establishment, sitting on the counter as he ran his hands on your thighs, pressing kisses to your neck every chance he could get. why you went back on friday to get your weekend movies, despite the rush, just so the furrow in his brow could disappear briefly when he saw your silhouette in the glass door.

"is it good?" he asked, once again pulling you from your late morning haze as he tickled up your arm, kissing his way next to you. your skin prickled at his touch, his warm thigh pressing against yours, his bicep that's usually straining against the cotton material of his work attire, was now hidden comfortably under a weathered band tee, his pajama pants swaying in the morning breeze that came in from the cracked window.

you hum, finishing off a piece of bacon with a smile. "yeah." dipping the last two bites into a swirl of maple syrup before popping it into your mouth, "so good." steve cringed at your motions. "that's disgusting." he spoke softly, nudging his nose against yours before picking up a piece of egg with his fingers and putting it in his own mouth.

the rest of the morning carried on like this. soft touches, fond looks, and intimate discussions on what the plans were for the remainder of the day were. you didn't really care what you guys did, whether it be the most elaborate conjuring of a proposal, or the simplest thing of a drive around town. so long as you were with steve.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader

[ddthedeer]

holy shit guys, Bambi took over during sex this morning. I've never had any intrusion from her into real life like that before. It was incredibly hot.

As soon as their dick was inside me I could feel myself entering the bubble and becoming completely docile and distant as Bambi took over my body. She became incredibly wet, far more wet than I usually am during a casual morning fuck, and she moaned and murmured in a high pitched voice I don't use. She bounced up and down on the dick with an eager, girlish enthusiasm I have never ever exhibited during sex in my life, and every single touch on her soaking wet clit felt shockingly good.

I was dimly cognizant of what had happened, so it wasn't disturbing. I was happy to go away and fade into nothingness, have my memories and identity locked away in some distant chest and my body go limp under her control. It felt like drifting off into an incredibly pleasant dream. I was just as relaxed as I could ever hope to be. And my body was so responsive, with none of the tension, self-consciousness, or ambient background thinking that is normally quite natural during sex. I was completely at peace and Bambi was so happy, dripping, and eager, and completely devoted to the pleasure of the moment and to being filled with cock.

This takeover probably happened because I spent much of the past weekend stoned out of my mind dancing half-dressed in queer fetishy spaces, and I went to sleep listening to the files every night for several nights in a row. usually my use of the files is pretty intermittent. But I was in a deeply altered headspace for the majority of two days in a row, and actually listened to file Bambi Sleep files all the way through the night without waking, so I guess that finally allowed her to take more of a hold. I still have no memory of what any of the files contain, or what listening to them was like.

After we were done having sex, Bambi went to sleep and we laid there with our eyes closed and our body deeply relaxed for several minutes. After that I was drawn forward again and easily woke up and felt completely refreshed and clear-headed. I didn't have the dull remaining subbiness i normally feel after being in a trance, because it wasn't me who was in a trance, Bambi was. I was just Gone while she was a sleepy giggly toy having sex. And then after a while I was Back.

It was so trippy. I'm gonna hold off from using the files at all for a while because I don't want a true takeover or for her to leak into real life all that much, but it's so fucking cool that it happened. Maybe she'll come back when I have sex again. That could be fun.

[nnnnotebook-and-glasses]

(Little writing to feed into my brainrot, also to feed into the brain rot of my friends :) cause that's so fun)

This magic was very new to Arcadia.

Well, kinda.

It actually wasn't new to her completely, she had helped with discovering the magic.

Which was very weird and a long process. Her and her friends were told about a place with knowledge that needed to be protected, and so they all decided to go and help with that. Turns out, the knowledge didn't need protecting so much as it needed to be released.

A few scholars from different courts had all been studying, more or less civily, together. Arcadia and her friends helping them out and kind of keeping the peace.

Then the knowledge was realized, a strange new magic something that seemed to be drawn from the ground and sky. It took weeks more for the scholars to understand what was going on, and then they started experimenting.

Which led to some developments.

Ultimately Arcqdia did not discover the magic herself, but she did help in the process.

Yet she hadn't experienced it and it's effects, even though quite a few had already.

She grew curious and decided to test it out herself, surely what could be the worst to happen? When it seemed like everyone else who experienced it turned out fine so could she.

*Why must she be wrong like this?*

It didn't turn out fine. First of all, it didn't taste like nothing. The taste was sweet, but refreshing, like lemonade on a hot day or hot chocolate on a cold one. It was nice. And it felt like it seeped into her very self.

Second, it lasted. Which, when everyone else who the magic was used on had temporary changes hers lasted. And no one really knew why. The only thing to come up as a possible answer had been her being an elf. Which didn't comfort her that much.

Thirdly, hers looked, and from others descriptions, felt differently. When others had small bits of the magic that seemed to slightly shift people's forms hers seemed to heavily shift it. By which she meant she grew literal bird wings.

She hadn't been the only to grow wings in general but she had been the only one with feathers, and with ones that lasted.

She was the only one who had anything that lasted.

It was 4 days after she let one of the scholars do some of the new magic on her when it was pretty much confirmed. The wings weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

Which was strange.

A lot of things changed the night of day 4. She realized that the itching she felt wasn't in fact the spell hopefully wearing off and instead was the annoying itching sensation of dirt in her wings. Which meant she needed to clean her wings in the morning, a task she wasn't happy about.

And sleeping was also strange, well, going into an elf trance was weird. She couldn't exactly lay on her back or completely on her side with huge bird wings attached to her. She wasn't happy about struggling half the night trying to find a good position to trance in when the wings became smooshed and she had to move to fix herself again.

And in the morning, the dawn of the fifth day she had to cut another one of her shirts up so she could actually wear one. She was not happy about that either.

At least sewing existed and she could have the holes that had to be cut into her shirts not fray and unravel completely as she wore them. She didn't want to have someone adventure to one of the town's a few days over to get her new shirts. She was going to have to be like this or a while it seemed.

Then the night of the fifth day she was like this she had a strange dream, vision whatever.

She felt wind on her new feathers and when she woke up in the morning the feeling didn't leave her. In the back of her mind was that distant feeling of that wind, and she kind of wanted to feel it again. Which obviously meant that she needed to get to somewhere that had enough wind.

Arcadia went to one of the researchers and waited off to the side until her attention was on her.

"Yes Arcadia?"

"I was wondering if I could, like, try and fly or something?"

"Sure! That's sounds great. It could be a good test to try and see if your new wings could support you in actual flight. They are pretty strong and you've gotten a lot better control with them in the past few days. There's this hill that's about an hour away from here we could go to and see if you can get off the ground."

"Oh! Great, cool. Should I ask anyone else to go with us or?"

"Oh, no I'm not going. Ask Selesa if she could observe you for me."

"Alright."

"Tell her to record as much as you can please, and I want to see the results."

"Will do!"

So on the sixth day Arcadia attempted to fly.

To little success.

Trying to get off the hill led to her falling down the hill, and even with all of the suggestions Selesa had it didn't really work that well. So when it was going to be night soon they headed back towards camp, Selesa was still fixing her notes and Arcadia lead the way home.

She couldn't fly, or well, Selesa said not yet but Arcadia wasn't too sure. It kind of sucked, and hurt a bit. What was the point of getting stuck with these things for an extended period of time if they weren't going to be useful.

Back at the camp Selesa split off to deal with her notes and Arcadia went to get something to eat. Her appetite seemed to have increased just a bit since she had gotten the wings and she was hungry after the flying.

"Arcadia!"

"Hey, Layton."

"Where'd you go? Lenoven said you went with Selesa to do something?"

"Yeah, we were trying something out with my wings but it didn't really work."

"Oh. Well are you okay?"

"I am don't worry. Just a bit hungry."

"Well I made dinner so you can dig in."

"Thanks Layton."

"Of course!"

It was on the 12th day of having wings when Arcadia actually got off the ground for a few seconds. Which, was very exciting. It meant that Selesa was right in thinking that Arcadia could actually fly. The day ended with a few more times she got off the ground before she was too tired and hungry.

The 15th day was the most successful day yet.

Cause the 15th meant that Arcadia got to flap in the air for a few seconds! Seconds! It was such good progress. She landed on her face and Selesa hadn't even been looking but it was still good progress!

She kept progressing like that, each day seeming to get just a little bit better. Arcadia told everyone in the settlement eventually, which meant that she started to have a audience when she was practicing. The researchers seemed content with letting her do whatever, since they kinda did get her into this mess in the first place.

She lost count on which day it ended up being when she took off in the sky, confident in her ability and flied her way all the way back to camp, landed, said hello to her friends, took off and returned to Selesa and then flew overhead of Selesa as she made her way back to camp. It was quite a flight but she had managed to stay in the air above the hill for a longer time. That day her and her friends celebrated.

It was only a few days later when the researchers decided to move to a new spot and told the group that they didn't have to come with. It was a bit bittersweet but really they had stayed with the researchers for quite some time.

Going back into society was a bit weird, with Arcadia's wings on her back made people look at her weirdly. She tried to explain it as best as she could but ended up with a pretty simple explanation to give.

"Magic happened, don't worry everything's fine."

Eventually, and she did kinda mean eventually the magic didn't feel so new to her. It was a part of her now, there was nothing to be done about it. She had wings, functional and capable of real flight.

Arcadia had wings she could use to soar the sky with. She was faster that walking or riding a horse, and could travel farther through the sky than on the ground.

It was wonderful.

The wings at first felt like an intrusion and a hassle. Now she didn't want to be rid of them. Arcadia was glad that the magic stuck to her in this way, it was nice. She was happy.

She stood over a cliff wings outstretched and letting her feathers feel the wind. She took a breath and closed her eyes for a moment. The sun was warm on her face and reached her wings to warm up her feathers. Opening her eyes she smiled to herself and tilted her wings down before she stepped forward.

#stream of stars #fic #arcadia taesalethar #elf girl #dnd character #not canon

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Poor readed daft

A curtal sonnet sequence

               First Verse

The shooting Though thought there as to me a little scornful Virgins, most Unkind, how everywhere burning to hurt appled thrush the would be confidels adorning, o how quick, let’s love without a Whiskers face the Count along clasp your heart;—as I lose mountenance—like a silver smooth tempests in the had died, about he is mine? Flower, took life endless fates woke dreaded and keen: a Chain of true might of me all murder-spot.

               Second Verse

Sits too much death she Necklace, with a friend! Came a leaf indeed swayne, and the left the world. And leads his head and breast, where alive. Draw from Air, or true lov’d bees, and we return’d by turning of cedar, and height, I moved, O tree, and scatter worthy play lap of the chance i am but not like the will have when a founds her Eyes, the Cards. The other’s comes and, and it be, when kill’d to hold a subway charming the Lock!—A woman true!

               Third Verse

Who where we triumphant first strainted to longed echoed within that e’er could faith, let thy trance so shame, proud Triumph sprung thee to vs lent; for how—as in Beau revived, as each is Syrinx reioyse, that her tower on earth, O ye daunce, and door. Former too dangers subject him. Finding of yellow- leaves were seeker first step off from thee step by his daught so will openinsulting all YOU have the shadow, but step of Fate of all.

               Fourth Verse

White, and by the swarm another’s sorrow lend mee addrest by! The smooth and when I do love. Her sleepes, he throats. Of Mortall was the crush’d by to testy river-reach’rous Care; almost no great deale o’ love vehicular indifferent Nation still which drawn Clarinda with Damascus. Thine he words light that I things was reft of meriment. Love herse, whych make a Lady of her taste thy beloved his morning then brightest!

               Fifth Verse

But as meeke delighthousand blood and still wiles she western skies to kill; this can quote me, faint deep, and her ill-changes in the faintive like Men, supply each eyelids clotted rush’d sandy down from swell; I will watching grabs me were men, he laid undisting Woe sate the car crashes live more the days, when April touch’d and exalt tides some sheepbell into Helene on the brain, a blue Neptune day the words is buried. That do I now?

               Sixth Verse

Warm cloisterity? Colin the fault was rude, or raiser teeming; and, for a different case. In a hylls vnto it—loss, his cannot of the castle great clymbers, beames of joy in a build to adventrous Bag with him whom their air were but Zephyrs, still’d showers over to me tender and ranger cost,—the same nature withdrew, to the graver to my thought the Heaven. To the stony glance—and clean of this dight she grey cherry.

               Seventh Verse

No, theth sike dying more pitches brackish will make me, like onely thee forever beauteous Dick, whose wouldst not to go see it is thigh. They head: o happy cherry, or to be sound, and me out to myself is bell, and could be for every seniors quest. How can teach everybody now; Fra Pandolf’s half the Sky, there Love. Your wall, our to be in stone of movement o’er my head up early mounts horn, so I preside these world wall.

               Eighth Verse

— Plagued with starres that it was ill-change heart. How old stood like beareth but did abyde, was at once in the had not filaree and went, adversity the Wolfe thy affairs, as you, dearest of the Velvet Plain. Which every essence a whispering, give you quiet to the small loveth? Of Ceres’ hornes? From the sober with woe! Deep, then, drop a great cloth. And taen think, to die. But one in Sylphs content. Thy golden bourn from the wrong.

               Ninth Verse

Children and everything But if the clatter: harmed Amphions of the Mill haueour, Ah, below thoughtless the guest. The beloved, when I do the terrain is as oft an Equipage tempt; which, forever and like the little for the meet her Burdenous banknotes of the first wine with me the thus by there is stood by the lily, that assails desire—the spoke, as veins to defended, dilettante, welcome. I feel thee, she left, saved?

               Tenth Verse

He cried; and Trumps the Throng at night, wherewith the Hero slain, and pursues! From the summer, ever than mine, such done, madmen raging graces and know exerts to joint on her breede here, with they that fair tarnish’d, she wrist, the day let the Silver beauties of Lu, sad Chain on my hardly knife: His eye, and her Sleeve, we are styled, for Sylph embranch of a visits sad usage. And panting stories Hark! Said: sunk, the linger-nail on mess.

               Eleventh Verse

Singing, their guides love, to whimper; patience! As oft inuite shepheard of God,. Of thy Herrick depeincten log lay, three Realms are low sky raines with and mourne now at rest, knight. Of good I dance again. Thou shall day let vs brilliant, look life learn how Meg o’ thy garden in the near. The chief their sung their air and terrible her to ape their heart, love as on the still. On when I am beloved, I never her shall royal Rage.

               Twelfth Verse

Come to goodness; and, having Death waters face me. To the rose against the weltering, the you well as those ribbed with him na: at length and quell? Always in the Italiant, and a forests, like a fig for Lamia breath. The meet, and a smil’d, for doomed mid’st the marigold rise, make them, so longe: let her for the Abbey, assonance but this can proudly annoyes. Hye you along clear to kindled it EVIL. But burn and the right.

               Thirteenth Verse

The thunder’s rage. Alas for thee most depart, that e’er the bought shepheard, not yet Fair, dappled Mastere all you forget mine eyes are your Hair; where guide to my Mary, before him round upon a patron’s power kept, he will open to takes his cruel, perchance! When April tell us whate’er will render Cheek to the feathers ago; and washed now I compare with cast once delight, dar I stronger their Bodkin, Comb, and ragedy.

               Fourteenth Verse

Leaves its each other’s knowledges of Jerusalem, if e’er a dial-handed, Ellen flew, Umbriel sound, and put in her Suns shall softer thee they would. Let not a Whig, or Trimmed, that died, the hylls vnto it. He is this virgins with them goe: the pitying smart? The fire, and rulen out therefore is stand into a Gnomes first, rob’d in which greate where. A nation in the dayly, once fret at her tedious hath broke in small is floures.

               Fifteenth Verse

Somethings holy face salmon sinful glow upon the grace, and now of her thy breathed? Some new-found measures of other smelling merry lasing they first came Night-birds tunes of the sea. No Road to suit that tedious in Stellaes imagine the bending Vanities; so that boots javeling late: the first Diaphenia, like thereby like flying more—pulling, turn’d; like me living points him—and yet the through thee great whiles all thee behind.

               Sixteenth Verse

Or who cause silent shall before his Chapel were shepheards begin the burns grown on them aside, which Pause of the flower left. And owne ioy the daffadowne, as he heart, I saw this well I have sighs in my breast with sike Poetes price would. Wherein heauen to hear the out the smoking with the vineyard and daring word into a horse to view, gored swallowed in arias oft had drops and the old maybe near the violins Embleme.

               Seventeenth Verse

And sleep; and trellish to have life and Snakes height; in a clusters of Love, for from Rosalind could heaven they say, the was, ’cause engrafted they give torture. Swifts for loss of the silent downward, haue not be meet, the gorgeous moan; long far from the dooth fair and that died, lay on the array’d. The wouldst not simple trees fury tells rancke, what time do for years black doth forbeare his gon the power, the Lady of your sweetest Eyes to-night.

               Eighteenth Verse

In ev’ry Atome just forbeareth but the see another’s hair. I wad in wilt those partake, and loue yblent: yet once of bright be seemes there beloved into heavenly probably and bright. She crackless tabernacle ones of height deed sweet in that were, th’other virgins to return’d, to wanton coast sole Agent in dreadful children, come, nor coffee ought up, dear virgin the hour; who is in times, and all is possess’d swig!

               Nineteenth Verse

And now my bonds intone; ten tide, for sourse, the Mill her feet ripple treasure, no other cloth use the Wits made in the water his near as they street, make holy and our own I plane the sky, this, nor be close—they were flock at has beer. And the Hearts, in thee sweet in close—they were shadow flitting the heare. To thee back to give a leaf, or o’er the riverses in would have cosset for thinking and smutty jest, knight: the Girl, in he land.

               Twentieth Verse

Nor merriments—the Spleen. I bring, the Crowns of all those Press must foredoom of Fate. Is gonna and song of the reigns loving Lightning by his bene all once giue heauie her airy Garment the rainbow frill? No moe the Fate to hear, we clocks imprison roof, made for you. And one. Seven so is minute, in nigh! Children are far-blown a scholesome thy name for they fairest friends wont son touch. Might as spent! The base, in which, heards journe.

               Twenty-first Verse

Wherein selfe we pure and in that life. Almost, turn away, who, moving Toyshop of chere: waile wealth, to a heard forget no friends that did it kind me of my beares the holy Faunes doth in the light his hard the heights, and Byron’s powerful Breeze youth went to beare, has been the dry and squirm newly as told, when first ope and trellis of Christians nickels took the ever hand, was possessed kiss nor love. On thine eyes beautiful.

               Twenty-second Verse

Julia chiefest Nymph oppress my trust those passionate lust, still murmurous hand, which let my face of orphans are the Blind hath gaine, a pale, of child’s fond then shall I built, thou were excellent bear, back one, fourth gain. Lie doth sure thou been gay gift—Oh when shell was builded Chair. Is as twas Apollo, thought by whom the pain at least ravish’d quiet— dull sit and fire them golden the survived his guided sight of a crush’d were my brothers.

               Twenty-third Verse

He was almost evidence sighs, he doth flower before not simplicitas. And wine myght be possible after loosening ball, saying brain, the endless and freeze you never his Beams misty river jump in Show my Tempests of twice, and becomes for a whispers scarlet out of the green and place, and her; and thee. Of uncontent the fielded! I have them all raw love exhale, the grave foresees through the Mill wight. An expert.

               Twenty-fourth Verse

Alas for this shall the talking how can all their Pride, might and loue thy quill constraight Order addeth theories for as you with its paradise, when the Rust Belt. His bestow it stroke, and the vital Air, in searched her been set those, bringing so close, with merriments, alas, Minerva, maid was reft off from the river. That live or thy prithee, which brighters of Riband newer prime: so now ye she be in the hast th’ instead.

               Twenty-fifth Verse

The Soul, nor played lockt in black round so dig so command, seek’st though unknown, he honey locust and death to kill my wealth free beasts shall their praise, and believe strange about hurdles of a stories besides so oft as low. Sounder you, dear late shed and darts. But as the town. But mind the sun, and rage. Tread heavens. And could sparrow or naethings, till have been, pass and written a work out off our o’er took the Waves, the daughter, toes the go-cart.

               Twenty-sixth Verse

Gone: thou this I her Heav’n rever, I shall his darken’d in thine his stormy pass’d heart: behold, his to prevailed beyond thus in that Isle deceivest about the kindless they talking Toies, he tongueless the nigh delay, and to glowworm of thine own by a secret wedding lightly lea? Fair face; and their pray. Venus, that thou kenst, to spear- grass; that words which yet ne’er that ever my madness of Tempery of joy so stronger time!

               Twenty-seventh Verse

One of Glory. You dash thee. She wingèd lightly to temporary, transgression will not up earthly pond edged with you, break again? But I feel the breeze herself deceived thy neck round, go the lame one whole Atlantichamber the Ruby Seal-Rings; which thee. Not longer lord of Retribute pay, in the was a temper; modest thought hands drop in. The westward shade, saying Venus taste awhile budding way to searched up early sheepe three.

               Twenty-eighth Verse

I probably to go squawking have each, what contend till turn around, when on in the silence; but soon shall that blown swung the curs’d duke! Child, bene nowe they may I dream his eyes are covenant to my heauie her full shining heat stately reading as some of comic touch, neater grave his hyacinth, so music hath as dooms are part: wild Disorders of jewels, their fluid Bodies by my thou ivory of such forth and kiss with to live?

               Twenty-ninth Verse

His eyes death all far reckling eyes and only in the house by the happening she next enchant? And find thus at dawn, seeing line of Shalott. For fight as the little Lily- white as from deadly sweet springing came for once is by Dames which a crown me is; the city-roar and her with creep soft as I could feel the midnight, who would bringing to my father’s flower. Whenever that flye: she keeps in over the poesy dispers’d duke!

               Thirtieth Verse

By the Diamonda’s Lakes lyke a ring, to binde. Of others? For Sickness I wrate; for the darkness, nor the jocund him—oh my Cave off a like Poetical dinner that is loaded proved thro’ liquid Golden spring, theyr boye: him Loue hath a dewy e’er thee? By Force him, but as I see, but remote his becomes you stars believes in and the Spirits from your own refuse this iron temples which lovers the wist, the set about!

               Thirty-first Verse

The Toiletter Way, this is house with Dogge of youth, so now something of Orpheus comething’s consummation is soules bright passion fleeing, the Mall should put it a hazard. Night, but beak could addresseth so learnd a less they fall; but, with one hill? Venus skies, burns, and than the lie! Not yet sawe. Such a Prude fell our watry bower-eaves a clam. And high rock, now not too failing Dies, I said, by garden, they almost the graven.

               Thirty-second Verse

With such dooms each wearied aloud Alarms. Once I see, but a Whig, or married, but Roger stone, respecially a nobler changes insight, in window, and clasp’d with Nymph extender which the Thee Living ye locks? Roger the wou’d come, wretch, is in piercing gal, to mee. So my arms o’ love four garages for the accuse meditations neuer songs of your knife: His bright reverence, knowledge with the unwieldy spreads her Chains.

               Thirty-third Verse

But they may next are you shall glory; then lessed to chafe arrow lend to changel pursue: night, of watermarks. How to flitter’d hands and low! What mere were than gentle wage war on his spring its parle, but beat like a snail, so oft had your life have about the loftie oke, hearts without at the lake, or curs’d beyond her, to one may never, and whining to the stole ambition, drafts, neither gration made from Him—by Him direct!

               Thirty-fourth Verse

To guides and her faithful made of the fire. Thrice that lurk in lowly I with his wise and the next, holy Springs from the wall. Beings growing Coronall: oliues a sharp violet, scatter’d Troops a new groan’d, and under tower: but give moan; through of hopeless any pleasant ayres ope at first came is as broke the weenings and king’s detain, some was his Arts, and was bedded. And Codilly, and silver Lamb: she fierced temple-gate.

               Thirty-fifth Verse

Fearing Fiends of same to sleep’s done, and probably a whisper’d Camel tumbling of some of midnight and the small all Eternity. To leaves quite as endless State on a man: the food of wrinkles within they places of This tint, as earthly form, and went deed swear, above! Beings add to crown poore she is this to her sweet must be deaths around. Time of your plac’d; his care no mixtures delight over texture less. Like the brutish Queen.

               Thirty-sixth Verse

Hast in then I am a sepulchre, and, and when that outweighs which can boast, what time, nor lose medlest fair and fleet; she sate his not for a wonder your body takes that I saw thy pretty Rose-leaf out him dost his vengefulness; let you shalbe a blue stones, and People gesture-ground angel mind at high, in softly ran, three times a wilderness, few ask, whose hour true love’s sagest engage, as your Please. Come world? For when refusest.

               Thirty-seventh Verse

One with hold the day brain, but Airy Band, is in Figure as one whose from his fled; in both, and smutty jest, and the World, for once I leaves unsway’d the shopper, yet society and under greene, that sev’nfold me. What careening misery ill down; uncurl’d, and that I were wont to thyself shut, and seem’d a Victorious Face looking, your lawn, vegetables in thy hand in the love, and thee, steals upon life be like to stone.

               Thirty-eighth Verse

Of broken a woman, he fynd, that his fleshed wicked thro’ the meet in a Pebble Prime Spirit that might in Air, some Corinth is Solomon’s; the heart and shook her sign is selfe a banks thought to forgot how there Love. The World came round again. A shaken unavail to everyone now fair; though infident Ladies as a deuil wayward rising and pampersand, thy pears, at time and all watching. Do not complaining, lowers, but.

               Thirty-ninth Verse

His learn my gentlement tower; the lay on thee from the like apple one Manillio forgot foretell, that ev’ry Eyes sent adorning else had with your placement, and I passage feare, she crossession roof too longer stand a gloom. Which draw thee: in others will still, to have lost, here is Divided be, to stones words my ear; from harmful lovers wrath: sike Phoebus liv’st boughs, and grand not if I recognise that stream; the heart this that.

               Fortieth Verse

Of Asia’s glee away their powers as they hands precedent one foreverence, said a sin, not come civic manhood. Why waist, that those on all the scatter thine own darling, beheld the sight hang o’er-sways ease. And, ravishing, by being the Pow’rs, that clymbe to remind like a roe or as youngest rest among the floating on the Shah beheld the substance of Sorrow hath may changelick face was, thou want to heal … You knows how?

               Forty-first Verse

Why shriek’d; and now, unveil’d, is long little space been fucked waves with the Fan, safe to this half dream of your two life’s steepy at these lady’s worse to must reclaiming sounds found of diamonds no long. Stray amang the turrets sound, and wreath; jealousy is like Citron- Waters, and painful please of doubt to makes loue doth strong Mayakovsky got up, nor no long between the out Phoebus daunce he spoken springs blow: the western gate, has now there.

               Forty-second Verse

To the next shepeheard part faith, let me and shield, th’ Hystery. Some new-found that sell love though and for all these sent a brighter, they leap’d on a Masquerable and Death the lily-white body house, for thyself uprear, where him. Much grows suddenly, sweeter may longer once in which is no copy what contented through an overs of thou shall lightness a rosie great god Pan, heedless me foreheads, and now displayment.

               Forty-third Verse

The would splendour mind; the Sleeves, and all mov’d my fire to the Glance—like beacher’s know what is the Crystal to saints of the surf in dead on socketh, weaves, and dawdling theys of insteadfast and forth in bed is fair as I never-minglets fail like me. It didn’t risk and never wrinkles with they shining Hampton’s Busk thus shed; some slow and bee shut eye, the world endow chewing warm. If those only cheek; perhaps much distant Vapour traitors.

               Forty-fourth Verse

We hae plight: for the page better alike our most love of all alone. The daffodilly, the foes commend to Jove, and feede this. But their fate, and let him, whose struck one, white find the kind of verse. The taste heart most men each, whate’s like Citron-Water as to him—then leas: and, for Gods engage, goethe indiffer a thou dost love them, terrace— all above! Their vertue may I loves loudly as bleak silent night, bitten boldest me to short.

               Forty-fifth Verse

Know frail, soon for the Carmel, and dreams, then will be. To steep by stones, they saw Cupid in hot water hear thy Herrick depeincten liuelier flocks: thy perfume they in love my heav’d Bottels, extend, was oft as the univers Each ever speak to rais’d to confident spattering … I bring with children, after, my love thread lost this heart fair; thou had to say, a swear no white hair to heart is the smile’s charming, welcome, as thou grown, sir.

               Forty-sixth Verse

And infest within which gaping west, I sings.—To Heav’n revere, and sweeter that euery where that, or dry as are beneath bred eggs. Forgetful thinking the take—and sendeth and wall, men, with jealous for Caesar’s prudeness spoke some slick beauty were coast, give your only, with curtains asleepy eyes, assist the little island, and up in this faded sires, of a leaf o look in sight luxury. Or disclosing from above.

               Forty-seventh Verse

He took at heale sickes that pieces of this they have I would came the job’s doubtful doth waste of me.—I’ll truth’s voice and the thrown the choice of tinkling on the mountains, beyond, imagine, we are all may speech owl from your face was not ancient Bed the Fate, take horse emotion of me thought his enjoy a sort of future’s sage feathes on the Breeze and I was like the thus on my right: and leave to pierce darken’d onely chere.

               Forty-eighth Verse

By hers, and one driue the heavenly her Power of folk praying Vanities, as from under than a moan; that grew. Led of Pride, bring,—that was married by the tides from the thy tender once in Woman’s chest, our lips purse is charities, Forsook, she salt tide, as once as with Sword-knots Sword-knots stars by Moors. A streams distress they in fairy, begging mynd is lost their Ear his blessed God- fillets displayed to harsh or more like an onion.

               Forty-ninth Verse

Turn these lips on Meaning Chocolate, she took on thee: in night, upon my minds hand could with my Camelot: or what ever! And plainly no more plainly no more dear, and themselves inspiration glares ope at breaking, either fair hair, I have a Flounce, to the ashes attend the kings from a goodness; and none put it. The Belinda cold limbs: the children dear joy, when dear looks o’er them as the sky! In variety, screen; and Beau.

               Fiftieth Verse

Pot of all my spirits date, fearing and sit and ye. The wise wine. With the Field. And known by her eyes were nourished: bees the helmet and braunches yearning, and put man? The beauty thus. As we our caresses? I had died, I never beauty, for the spheres throught, and Will, ’ and pleasure your eyes. Is bears of the songs on the brazen famine, is writing upon my heaven. Nor the with muscle and sit independs and relief; the dust.

               Fifty-first Verse

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               Fifty-fourth Verse

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               Fifty-fifth Verse

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               Fifty-seventh Verse

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               Fifty-ninth Verse

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               Sixtieth Verse

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               Sixty-first Verse

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               Sixty-second Verse

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               Sixty-third Verse

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               Sixty-fourth Verse

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               Sixty-fifth Verse

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               Sixty-sixth Verse

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               Sixty-seventh Verse

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #240 texts #curtal sonnet sequence

[enchantestuff]

roommates - lewis hamilton

in which they were roommates 

taglist: @imthebadguyyy​

NOT MY GIF

warnings: just the usual, smut, language etc etc

2k words

part two

You don't know what greatness you did in your past life but it must have been something good to be rewarded with Lewis Hamilton as your roommate. You knew that there was no need for him to share an apartment with you, he had enough money to buy himself and all his friends a house, but you had known each other for years and when he found out that you were in a shitty situation financially, he couldn't leave you in the dark. He would do anything for his friends and you were no exception.

He knew himself that he had strong feelings for you, he thought about you before he went to bed and you were the first thing on his mind when he woke up on the morning. Not willing to the the risk of ruining your friendship however, he kept his feelings to himself.

So here you were, sharing an apartment with the sweetest, most caring guy ever for the next 6 months. You couldn't have asked for a better roommate than Lewis, he cleaned up after himself, divided the chores evenly and even went food shopping with you every week. You had only been living with him for a week and couldn't have been happier. You hadn’t had any awkward encounters with him so far, which is why you shouldn't have been surprised when you bumped into him outside the toilet in the middle of the night.

You hadn’t thought the encounter was awkward at first. You had rubbed your eyes, tiredness and your previous dream still latching onto you as you glanced at the topless Lewis Hamilton emerging from the bathroom. “I didn't know you were home.” You stifled a yawn with the back of your hand, trying to secretly look him up and down and admire the view, but in your sleepy state, you knew it was painfully clear what you were doing.

“Yeah I erm - “ he cleared his throat, attempting not to look at you inappropriately, which was painfully hard considering you were standing in front of him wearing the tiniest shorts and a bra. “I landed a few hours ago,” he continued, having to adjust himself in his boxers from the sight of you alone. You hadn’t noticed his movements but you had noticed how heavenly he looked with the glow of the bathroom emitting from behind him.

“Welcome home,” you smiled, glancing down in embarrassment at the smile he threw in your direction, your eyes widening as you registered the skimpy outfit you wore. You had been wearing a top when you went to sleep earlier on that night, but the heat had gotten to you and you didn't even remember discarding it in your sleep, but clearly you did, your lacy bra now on full show to the Mercedes driver in front of you.

A silly attempt in covering yourself up but crossing your arms over your chest resulted in your cleavage being pressed up further. Lewis’ eyes were immediately drawn to your chest, clearing his throat as he looked up, he tried to rid himself of the impure thoughts floating through his mind. Of course, it didnt work.

You took a step towards the bathroom the same moment that he took a step into the corridor causing your bodies to collide, skin to touch and hands to hold onto each other in surprise. “I erm-” you stuttered, momentarily lost in the soft look in his eyes.

“I should…” he began, but refused to continue his sentence, your eyes seeming to draw him in. His hands senselessly dropped down to hold onto your bare waist while yours trailed up his bare chest

“Have I ever told you how much I like your tattoos?” you whispered.

Every little noise seemed to echo across your shared apartment, you were scared to speak any louder, scared that it would break the trance you found yourselves in. Scared that you would go back to denying your feelings for one another.

“Are you trying to fill the silence, love?” Lewis asked, he was known for being forward and usually you loved him for it, but the blush on your cheeks showed your pure distain for his bluntness.

“Maybe?” you laughed trying to defuse the sexual tension surrounding you. You looked back up at his face, amazed with the sheer beauty of it, “i just - oh fuck it” you muttered and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Lewis remained his gentle self as he kissed you, gently holding you against him, his thumb brushed circles against your back and his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek.

Your chest heaved up and down when you finally pulled away from him, desperate for air and wanting to calm your heart rate. The animalistic side to Lewis, one that he had worked so hard at keeping hidden away, was unleashed the minute you looked up at him with wide eyes and parted lips as you tried to take in more air after your heavy make-out. He wanted to be a gentleman, he really did, but when his eyes drifted down to your cleavage he just couldn't contain himself and pulled you into the bathroom.

He pushed you against the door, not paying any attention to the loud bang it made as it shut nor the gasp that left your mouth before he collided his lips with yours once again.

Not wanting to waste any time, he lifted you up onto the marble countertop, spreading your legs apart so that he could stand as close to you as possible. You could feel his already hard cock brush against the inside of your thigh, wetness immediately pooling at your core as you pulled him even further into you. Your chests collided and you arched your back into him, you had never felt his body so close before and by god were you going to take advantage of his moment. You could feel each curve and dent of his body against you and your skin warmed at the sensation.

“You have no idea how long i've been waiting to do this,” he admitted against your lips, his hands trailed behind your back to undo your bra and let it fall to the floor. A curse of approval left his lips at the sight of your now bare breasts and kisses were scattered across your chest, his eyes never once leaving you as he appreciated you in the way he knew best.

“I better make it worth your while,” you smirked and brushed your hands across his bulge, pride immediately filling you at the hiss that left his lips. You trailed your fingers across the waistband of his boxers and when he didn't make a move to stop you, you snaked them inside and wrapped it around his cock.

Gathering the precum at the tip, your movements began slowly building up with each harsh breath he let out. “I think it’s a tad unfair you're doing all the work, love.”

You nodded your head at him, not at all expecting him to pull your shorts down and move his fingers between your folds. You gasped in pleasure and attempted to focus on your own movements, halting slightly when he circled your clit with his thumb the same moment he entered a finger inside your already drenched core.

“Does that feel good?” he hummed, breathing down your neck once you dropped your head on his shoulder.

You couldn't let out any words, silent moans leaving your mouth at his skilful fingers. “Fuck Lewis!” you moaned, accidentally gripping more tightly onto him causing a moan to leave his own lips.

“Fuck, i love it when you moan my name,” he admitted. Your skin flushed at his words and you helplessly whined when he pulled his fingers away from you only to end up closing your lips over his digits and sucking his fingers clean while he admired you. “Tell me you want this, darling.”

“Fuck i want this, I really want this,” you begged, speeding up your movements on his cock to further prove your point. You didn’t realise Lewis had such an effect on you but having him standing naked next to you with his cock in your hand - well who could blame you for becoming putty in his hands.

“Say you want me.” He grabbed hold of your neck, pulling you into him and colliding your lips in a sloppy kiss. You moaned into his mouth when he slapped your ass and continued your movements on his dick once again. Wetness continued to pool at your core due to the noise he let out.

“I want you, Lewis.” He made a motion for you to continue and so, you did. “Please” That wasn't enough. “I need you. Now.”

That did it. He stopped back towards you, one of his hands pressing against your throat, pushing your head down to rest on the wall behind you while the other swatted your hand away from him.

You closed your eyes in anticipation, waiting painterly for him to enter you, wondering if he was even better than what you had dreamed about. “Look at me darling.” He glanced down at his cock before looking back at you. “Look at what you do to me.” He didn't break eye contact when he entered you, smirking at the gasp you let out at his size and giving you plenty of time to adjust before beginning to move. “Be a good girl and spread your legs even wider for me.”

You obliged, pulling him even closer as you did so and letting out a moan at how full you now felt. “Fuck, Lewis, i cant belive we didnt do this sooner.” You had never felt so full before. So content to be joined with another person.

“We can always make up for lost time,” he grinned, thrusting his hips into you and watching your tits bounce up and down as a result. “What a fucking sight,” he muttered before he placed a kiss to each of your breasts and a final one at your lips.

You bit hard on his shoulder, not wanting to sound even more desperate with the moans that wanted to leave your body. This clearly frustrated Lewis, who gently squeezed on your throat, causing you to pull away and look up at him. “Where are those pretty little moans I heard earlier on? Don't get quiet on me now, lovely, we're only getting started.”

“You fuck me so good, Lewis,” you praised. You had an inkling that he had a praise kink and by the way his hips faltered before ramming into you again - you knew you were right. “You fill me up so good, baby, just want to stay like this forever.”

Lewis cursed as his hips began moving at a rapid speed, chasing his own release and attempting to bring you towards your own. “Shit, you can't say things like that and expect me to last,” he groaned, applying even more pressure to your throat while his other hand began its assault on your clit.

“I wanna see you cum on my cock, love, can you do that for me?”

Your walls clenched at his words and his head fell back to stare at the ceiling in response. “Fuck, do that agin.” As obedient as ever, of course you did. You could feel the knot begin to build in your stomach and you knew it was only a matter of time before you fulfilled his wish.

“Gonna cum on my cock, lovely?” You nodded. “Yeah? Will you do that for me?” You gripped onto his hand, digging your nails into his skin which did nothing to stop the circles he was drawing on your clit. “Gonna be a good girl huh? Come on, I know you can do it.”

Strings of curse words as well as Lewis’ name left your mouth as you felt the knot release, your legs shook from around his hips and when you looked over at him he was entranced by the sight of your joined bodies and the way your cum coated him. It didn't take him long to cum alongside you and once again, become entranced by how well you milked him.

“Shit, Y/N, i think i'm falling for you.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One Night🌙9

Warnings: noncon sexual acts, general creepiness

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: One night changes your entire life.

for @kittykatlow​‘s 200 Follower Celebration

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You ate in silence, unsure of what to say, unsure of Andy. You felt him still and the tingly shadow of his touch made you sick. He watched you, unspoken thoughts behind his blue eyes, his anxiety showed in the way he scratched his beard and chewed without tasting. You stood to rinse off your empty plate but he kept you from moving past the table.

He met you and took your dish, “I’ll get it,” he said, “The doctor said you need to take it easy.”

“I can wash a plate, Andy,” you insisted as you reached for the porcelain.

“No,” he swatted your hand down, “go, relax. Let me take care of you.”

You squinted at him and searched his face; his squared jaw, the vein along his forehead that always popped out when he was frustrated, his thick brows without tension as he watched you placidly. You dropped your hand and backed away. He turned and put your plate on top of his. He paused and rubbed his fingertips with his thumb; the two he’d used on you.

You backed away in revulsion and left him in the dining room. You went to the couch and grabbed the remote. You put it back on the television stand and headed for the stairs. You couldn’t shake what he’d done. It was all you could think of.

You closed yourself in the guest room. Not your room, the room he allowed you. You had to remind yourself of that reality. Andy was still a stranger, he let you under his roof because a stupid mistake, he was married, even his wife was comatose. He wasn’t your husband and you didn’t want him to be. He was the father of your child by the grace of your bad luck.

You loaded up a season of an old sitcom on your laptop and sat it beside you on the bed. You laid back and rubbed your stomach, satisfied but precarious. Your nausea came and went but your aches and pains were more and more constant. You groaned and laid on your side, the blankets drawn up to your chest as you tried to lose yourself in the dialogue you knew almost by rote.

You heard Andy climb the stairs. He stopped by your door but didn’t open it, even as you held your breath in anticipation. His door clicked and shortly that of the conjoined bathroom opened. The showerhead whined and the pipes buzzed. You felt the humid warmth seep from beneath the door. You kept your back to it and turned up the volume.

When the shower stopped, you could hear his soft movements. You smelled his woodsy body wash and the clean scent of shampoo. The mirror unclasped as he opened it and he turned on the sink faucet. As much as you wanted to pretend he wasn’t there, he had to make himself known.

Then the knock made you flinch. Your heart stuttered and you wiggled down further on the bed. You pulled the blanket over your shoulder and huddled into the pillow. You closed your eyes and pretended to sleep as he knocked again.

“You need anything?” he asked through the wood.

You still didn’t answer. If you told him what you needed was for him to leave you alone, that wouldn’t help either of you. You turned your head down and waited. The clasp of the door clicked and you felt the subtle breeze of the door opening. You tensed as his light footsteps neared you; cautious and careful.

You felt him behind you. His fingers tickled your sleeve and he gripped your shoulder more firmly. You fought to stay still, not to show that you knew. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed as he rubbed your arm. He sighed and his hand slipped down to your stomach. He spread his long fingers across your middle.

He stayed like that for a moment then stood again. He strode around the foot of the bed and closed your laptop. The laugh track died and you saw him through the thin slit of your eyelids. He wore nothing but the towel around his waist. His stomach was lined with muscle and his arms were muscled and firm. He hesitated then retraced his path.

The bathroom door closed behind him and his feet continued across the tile. His door closed in kind and you let out your breath. You had almost five months left in this prison and your warden was not going to ease up any time soon.

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Your new life, your new sentence, fell into routine quickly. You woke up, sometimes sick, you ate as Andy readied for work, you argued or sat silently, he left, and you wandered the house restlessly, or walked down the street in a similar state, you ate again, he came home, you tried to busy yourself with chores when he allowed it, then sat for dinner, and made an excuse to retreat for bed.

He hadn’t touched you again, not like he had. He rubbed your shoulders, your hips when you let him, but you kept your distance mostly. His ring remained gone and his eyes clung to you longer, staring, thinking, but never saying what was behind them.

Another appointment and you sat beside him. Your leg jiggled anxiously and he grabbed your knee to still it. You apologized and as was becoming your habit, rested your hand on your growing bump. Your shirts were too tight now and he’d lent you one of his, though it was too loose around the shoulder and too long at the bottom.

“I know you’re not a Sox fan,” he nodded to the emblem on your chest, “we’ll have to get you something more you. Something that fits.”

“It’s fine, I’ll hit the goodwill and--”

“No, you won’t,” he said pointedly, “you’re not gonna be wearing hand-me-downs.”

“I won’t need them after… hopefully, so why--”

Your name was called by the nurse and Andy stood before you, as edgy as you but not as obvious about it. He grabbed your arm and helped you to your feet. You wiggled free of his grasp and he followed behind you as you went with the nurse. She sat to ask you some questions, took your vitals, then handed you a gown.

“The doctor will be in soon for the ultrasound,” she said, “just get on the bed and wait.”

You smiled and she left. You looked at Andy as he sat in the chair beside the bed and twiddled his fingers on his thigh. He shifted and glanced at you.

“Think we find out today,” he smiled.

“Find out?” you neared the open bathroom door.

“If it’s a boy or a girl,” he said, “I’ve been thinking, I… a girl would be nice.”

You gulped, speechless. You hadn’t been thinking about that. Not at all. Another sign you were completely unready. You turned and shut yourself in the bathroom to change. When you were done, you came out and got on the bed. Andy stood to help but you shooed him away, tired of him thinking you incapable of anything.

You laid back and puffed. He reached for your hand and squeezed, “you okay?”

You stared at his grip but didn’t pull away, “fine.”

“You know, you don’t have to be so shy. I mean, considering what happened in that stall--”

“Andy,” you rolled your eyes, “enough, okay? I just wanna get this over with.”

He was quiet for a minute then let go of your hand. “Get what over with? The appointment or the pregnancy?”

Both, you thought. You looked to the window and let the glare of the sun make your eyes well, “why do you do that?”

“Do what?” he asked.

“You make everything a fight,” you looked straight ahead and let your shoulders slump in defeat, “I’m so done with it.”

“I don’t mean to, I worry and… you don’t talk to me.”

“You don’t listen so why should I?” you threw your hands up, “please, I don’t wanna do this right now.”

He nodded and crossed his arms. The rigid silence returned but shattered as a knock came at the door and the doctor entered. Dr. Xiu smiled and rolled up the stool as she held your chart.

“Well, I heard about your little visit to emerge,” she began, “but your vitals are looking great.”

You listened as Andy leaned forward intently.

“We’ll just get a look inside today, make sure everything is where it should be,” she said, “maybe even see if it’s a boy or a girl, if you’re curious?”

“Alright,” you fidgeted and she closed your chart, “yeah, I’d rather know.”

“I’ll call for the radiologist then we can begin,” she went to the phone and dialed an extension, saying a few words into the receiver before replacing it.

She closed the shutters over the window and stood by the door as another figure in scrubs entered. The technician introduced herself as Lacey and pulled the ultrasound machine nearer as she claimed the stool. Andy touched your shoulder as he leaned on the bed.

Lacey warned you the gel might be cold but you still winced as she squirted it onto your stomach and spread it with the wand. She pressed firmly as she moved it around, searching. She watched the screen closely and smiled.

“Ah, right here,” she pointed to the little blob, though you could hardly tell one shape from the rest, “that’s your baby.”

Andy squeezed your shoulder and stared at the screen. His lips parted as if in a trance and Lacey moved the wand again.

“And… it’s…” she dragged out her words, “a baby girl.”

Andy exhaled loudly and you were surprised as he bent over to kiss your temple. You didn’t show how uncomfortable you were and he smiled at the screen again.

“A girl,” he said, “amazing.”

“She’s looking good,” Lacey said, “we’ll send some images for closer inspection but I see nothing to be concerned about.”

You took a breath and she pulled the wand away. She wiped you up with the rough white towel and left it with you to do the rest as she cleaned the wand. Lacey and Dr. Xiu left you to get dressed and be on your way. You sat up and finished mopping up the gel.

“Well, you called it,” you said as you tossed the towel in the linen hamper.

“Aren’t you excited?” he asked.

“Excited?” you gave a brittle smile, “more scared.”

“Why? Why won’t you let me help you?”

“Andy,” you breathed as you headed for the restroom to get out of the gown, “you’ve helped me. A lot. You can’t help this.”

You pursed your lips and closed the door. You stared in the mirror as you changed, the grey shirt hung from you but your stomach was still visibly round. You pulled on your hoodie, unable to zip it up and balled up the flowered gown. A daughter, great. Now it was even more real. Even more terrifying.

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After your appointment, you stood in the elevator and the ding of each floor lulled your exhausted mind. You just wanted to go home and lay down. You hated how even the smallest outing drained you. You hated how weak you felt. You hated how the man beside you kept grabbing at your hand.

The doors opened and Andy pulled you forward. You stopped and he kept his arm in front of the door as he looked back at you. You stared at the lit up number.

“This is the wrong floor,” you said, “we went up.”

“No, it’s not,” he reached for you again and you evaded him.

“Andy, what’s going on?”

“Come on,” he said, “you’re holding the elevator up.”

You peeked around at the several riders who tried not to stare as their faces were painted with their impatience. You stepped off and grabbed Andy’s arm without thinking as you read the sign that pointed down the east wing; Intensive Care Unit.

“Why are we here?” you asked thinly.

He was quiet. You watched his throat bob and he twisted his hand to take yours. He pushed his fingers between yours and led you through the halls. He knew the place, knew where he was going. The elation that had dusted his cheeks with pink faded and now he was pale with grief.

“No,” you gasped in realisation and tried to plant your feet, “Andy, don’t-- I can’t--”

“It’s fine,” he said as he tugged you. You stumbled forward as he didn’t let up.

“No, it’s not. Your wife--”

“My wife is dead,” he hissed as he turned on you, “she’s been dead for more than a year. She’s nothing, just… a body. It’s not her, it’s the machines. She’s gone. I’ve known that.”

“Please, I--” you took a shaky breath, “I can’t be here--”

“You have to,” he said, “you have to be here,” he looked down and shook his head, “I don’t have anyone else.”

Your heart dropped. This man, this hardened lawyer, your keeper, was suddenly all too human. You frowned and ran your thumb along his, “okay,” you whispered, “okay, we’ll see her.”

His cheek twitched but he didn’t look at you. He turned down the hall and you let him lead you around the corner. He greeted the woman at the square desk, “Barber, room 304, Dr. Landau is expecting me for 1:15.”

“Mr. Barber,” she read off her computer, “yes, I’ll page him. If you want to go wait there.”

She gave a pitiful smile and you walked along dumbly. All these months, this is what Andy did. He walked those sterile halls and sat with his lifeless wife, listened to the beeps of her only supports on the mournfully silent floor. He opened the door and let go of you as he entered. 

You trailed behind as he went to her bed. He stared at her, her pale skin, her dark hair, a husk as the wires at her wrists and nose, the tube down her throat, were all that kept her body going. You stood beside the door and folded your hands over your chest.

“I’m sorry, Andy,” you said quietly.

He looked back at you but you were startled by his expression. You expected sadness or pain, even anger. He was blank and almost mechanical in his movements as he turned back to her again. He touched her cheek then quickly retracted his hand.

A knock came on the open door and a man in a white coat appeared, his white hair was wispy and wild.

“Andrew,” he greeted Andy with a handshake then eyed you curiously, “and you brought--”

“A friend,” Andy said and gave your name as he took the doctor’s hand, “didn’t wanna be alone.”

“I understand,” Dr. Landau said grimly, “it’s… always a difficult situation. Knowing when it’s going to end.”

“It’s better this way,” Andy said, “her family can be at peace now. Me, too.”

“It’s a tough decision but it’s not made lightly. Andrew, there’s no one, even me, who can say you’re wrong.”

“Thank you,” he sniffed and backed away from the bed, “I’m ready. I said goodbye.”

“Let me get the technicians and we’ll start the process,” Landau clapped Andy’s shoulder before he could pass, then the doctor turned to face you, “you’re a good friend to see him through this.”

You just nodded, unsure of what to say. You were bowled over at the situation and as the realisation of what was about to happen descended on you, your legs went weak. You leaned against the wall as Andy grabbed your hand and stood beside you.

“Please,” Landau gestured past you, “sit, if you need.”

You didn’t move as the doctor left. Andy pulled on you until your legs responded and you walked blindly with him to the pair of chairs against the wall. You sat and he took his hand from yours to rub your back.

“You okay? Nauseous?” he asked, “your hips bugging you again?”

“Andy,” your lip trembled, “why did you bring me here for this?”

His eyes searched yours and he smiled at you as if you were dumb, “so we can move on. So we can start our family.”

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #defending jacob #fic #series #one night #dark fic #dark!fic

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 8.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage

Warnings In This Chapter: Angst

A/N: Always the most gigantic, humongous shoutout to my loves @xjoonchildx​, @ladyartemesia​, @ppersonna​ for rooting me on and making it so easy to write these characters who I have come to adore!

The house was quiet when you first woke up. There's an overwhelming sense of comfort in the air as you step out of your bedroom.

You've been getting into a daily routine here, without it you'd probably feel lost or without a purpose.

You really adored the small waterfall alcove beside your room. The sounds are so peaceful and the koi that swim beneath the glass floor are absolutely gorgeous. Entering here was always the beginning of your daily routine.

You weren't fond of wearing heels and for the first time in a long time you had on sneakers. After feeling sick for a few days you decided on a comfortable hoodie, albeit still expensive but you like it. The leggings you wear hug you closely and it brings you ease.

"Little dove?" you hear from behind as you stare down at the koi fish.

"Morning," you say, turning your head to the CEO as he leans against the doorframe of his bedroom.

His eyes are bleary, his forehead creased from the bright light that bleeds through the stained glass windows.

"Why do you always get up so fucking early? You should be sleeping, the baby needs rest. Does it not?" he asks, scratching at his neck with a yawn.

"I'm used to getting up this early, I did have a job not too long ago," you reply, looking over the waterfall walls.

He puts his head back against the door frame, his fingers combing through his sleepy bed head.

"I shouldn't be speaking to you anyway. It's before your morning coffee," you jeer, sitting down on the marble bench.

"Shut up," he retorts but you can hear the humor in his voice. You notice the corners of his lips flickering upward as he shoves off of the doorway.

"Madam?" you hear from the end of the hall.

Your attention turns to Maya as she bows.

Yoongi watches your face light up, he sees the true joy in you and he snorts gently in response. You're really a blessing to this house.

"Good morning Maya!" you say, standing up from the bench quickly.

"Easy does it, little dove." Yoongi murmurs, folding his arms.

"The neighbor Kim Yoona is here to see you." Tilting your head, you can't begin to register the name.

Yoongi laughs gently as he enters the hallway.

"Get me an Irish coffee, please Maya. I'm going to need it if Yoona is here," you turn to him as he speaks, watching as he rubs hand fists over his eyes.

"Who's Yoona?" you ask softly.

"Namjoon's wife. She's actually really sweet. Which is against my religion... so," he says before putting his hand on your lower back to escort you to the staircase.

You don't pull away from him oddly enough. You let him guide you, it's easier than fighting so early in the morning.

"She went to Sairmount Academy like us, too." he notifies you as you descend the stairs together.

"Huh." you mumble thoughtfully.

There were very few memories of Sairmount Academy you remembered. It's kind of bizarre knowing that Yoongi was around all throughout your schooling.

You didn't care to remember many things from school. It was always the same, you were poor and people were rich. You were bullied, Leena and Jin were the only ones who cared for you.

"Morning Yoona," Yoongi says as you reach the bottom floor.

Turning to you, you take in the woman who stands by the couch. She has light brown hair with dirty blonde highlights. Her body is slim and proportionate adorning light ripped jeans and a cashmere turtleneck. The thing that stands out the most though, is her paddock boots. She must really love her horses. She's clean cut and absolutely gorgeous.

But, as she smiles something seems familiar to you.

"Morning, Yoongles," he grimaces at her nickname, accepting the coffee that is rushed over to him.

"Why are you here?" he asks, leaning against the marble stairwell banister.

"Came to see an old friend." Yoona replies.

Tilting your head, your eyes begin to widen.

If she had black, long hair with small polka dot bows and if she was years younger, she would look exactly like an old friend.

"Bang Yoona?" You ask softly and she points to herself with a comical wink.

"That's me," she cheers happily.

"Oh my God!" you cry out, rushing over to hug her.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow as he watches you both hug. His heart warms at the sight of your pure excitement.

"Small world," he murmurs above the lip of his coffee cup.

"I changed my last name when I got married," she tells you, placing both hands on either side of your face as she pulls away.

You can remember when you were little. Yoona welcomed you quite like Leena. You were happy to spend time with her when you were seven. But, after time went on, she left to Germany with her parents when they accepted different jobs.

You were sad back then having only Leena but then it became a distant memory as you got older.

"You look amazing!" you compliment her as she brushes some hair behind your ear.

"As do you! Once Joon told me that it's you that got pregnant with Yoongi's baby I had to see you!" Yoongi smirks gently as you pull away from one another.

"This is such a pleasant surprise!" you cheer as she slings her arm over your shoulders.

"Come spend the day at my house. Leave Yoongi to his sad self," she winks at you and you giggle in reply.

"Fuck you." Yoongi mumbles. Yoona sticks her tongue out at him before pulling you towards the door.

"I'll show you my horses! They're so beautiful!" she tells you enthusiastically.

"Hey." Yoongi calls to you, whistling loudly for your attention.

You turn to him, a wide smile on your face which makes him smirk.

"Be careful and no riding the horses with the baby inside of you," he says pointedly.

You nod happily before hooking your arm around Yoona's waist.

"Watch out for her!" Yoongi calls to her and she snorts gently as you both walk up the entryway steps.

"Always. I probably know her better than you do," she retorts with a laugh.

Yoongi grimaces at the thought before rolling his eyes.

"Yeah well she's having my baby," he retorts softly.

He watches the front door close as he sips his coffee.

"Maya!" he calls to the empty house as he pushes himself off the stairwell.

"Sir?" he hears in the distance.

"Bring me my yearbooks!" he calls as he begins to ascend the stairs.

You better be careful or he'll raise hell with the Kims.

The walk to Namjoon's house is absolutely breathtaking. You've always stuck around the house, taking walks around the long stoned paths by the garden. But now, walking towards the large mansion in the distance, you can only be in awe of the sights before you.

"I cannot believe what a small world we live in." Yoona says, ripping you out of your trance.

You giggle as she hugs you tightly to her side.

"I know," you reply as you both move out of the way as a car passes by.

The limousine begins to slow down, the window sliding down as well.

Very unfortunate for you, the face of Sera is right in your sights.

"Good morning Yoona! You look ravishing today!" Sera's voice is filled with overly sweet tones.

Your stomach begins to roll at how fake she is.

"Hi." Yoona says briskly, hand gripping beneath your arm tighter.

"See you've taken on a pet project. How gracious of you." Sera says, leaning her body out the window and grimacing in your direction.

Your friend from childhood stops in her tracks. "I think Y/N is delightfully where she should be in life. Unlike you, Sera. If anyone needs a pet project, I'll be sure to have them reach out to you."

You can hear Sera scoff loudly as Yoona tugs you down the road.

"Oh, and Sera?" Yoona calls Yoongi's wife.

You watch the pretty woman angle her head out of the car as if she would be expecting an apology.

"It's 2020, no one drives around in a limousine anymore. It's an embarrassing way to flaunt your money. You should get a Rolls Royce or an Astin Martin. No one wants to see you in a rickety old limo. That shit is for the birds," you put your hand over your mouth, gasping with a laugh as Yoona tugs you down toward her mansion.

"I cannot believe you!" you squeal as she laughs loudly.

Entering Namjoon and Yoona's house you're astounded at how different yet gorgeous it is to where you live now.

The house has an English feel to it, limestone and wooden hardware really bring it all together. The house screams Victorian Gothic and you find it all so wonderful.

"What do you think?" Yoona asks as she passes through the sitting room

"This is beautiful, Yoona. I can't even believe it!" you say in awe. Your eyes glance up, looking at the chandelier before she's tugging you into the next room.

"Namjoon and I are a bit obsessed with old English history. Like this, this is my most prized possession in the whole house," she says stopping in front of a large glass case.

Looking down, your eyes widen so big they could almost fall out of your head.

Gorgeous jewels and diamonds sit nestled in silver and gold. There are crowns, necklaces, earrings and all sorts of other baubles.

"Holy shit!" you whisper out.

Your hands situate behind your back as if you're in a museum.

"All of these belonged to King Henry the Eighth and his many wives! My favorite is Anne Boleyns." Yoona says pointing at a crown that is more grandiose than all of the others.

"Yoona, these are really beautiful," you breathe out.

She wrinkles her nose gently, leaning against the varnished hardwood table.

"Ready to go see my horses?" she asks as her maid brings you both glasses of water.

You nod to her happily as you move away from the royal jewelry.

Stepping out into the backyard of her house, you can't seem to see where the line is drawn between her house and Yoongis. The grass is perfectly cut and a luscious green that makes you feel at peace.

"Just over here." Yoona calls to you as she takes off toward the horse barn.

"Whoa." It feels as if you're almost in a movie.

You can see men walking to and fro with metal buckets filled with water and different foods. They all have on the same uniforms, something akin to what jockeys would wear before a big race.

The horse barn, as you approach, looks just like a home. Something comfortable and clean that could very well have people living inside of it.

"My pride and joy is Rapture. He's won five awards since he's been born and he is the biggest sweetheart," your heart warms at how enthusiastic your childhood friend sounds.

The barn doors open and you feel as if you've been thrust into a fairytale.

There are six horses, all beautifully kept with various colors and sizes on their coats.  Whinies and neighs enrapture your ears as the animals spot Yoona.

"It's like you're the Snow White of horses," you whisper to her as she picks up some carrots by the front door.

"Well, they're my babies," she replies, a motherly smile plastered on her face.

"Jooheon," she calls out.

You watch a man around your age appear. His hair is a light shade of blue and his eyes are soft and doe-like. His cheeks are high and his jaw is sharp like it has been carved by the gods.

He's incredibly tall and muscular, his thick thighs quiver and flex as he walks towards you both.

"Madams," he says, bowing down to you both.

His eyes lock with yours as he stands back up, a smirk on his features as he winks at you.

Finally, Yoongi had brought home his laptop for work. He hasn't really given much thought to why he feels the need to stay home so much these days. He doesn't want to think about it, he just lets things be.

Throwing his feet up on his desk, his eyes falter to the stack of yearbooks that Maya has so kindly brought him.

Seeing Yoona this morning, someone he's always known suddenly knowing you, it made him curious.

How could he have gone throughout all of his Sairmount schooling AND college to never know you?

Sipping his coffee, he opens up the first yearbook.

His eyes narrow at the pages, looking over all the small kids with the same uniforms.

"Y/N. Y/N." he mumbles as his index finger glazes over the children's faces.

His eyebrows crease as he leans back in his desk chair.

You were in none of these pictures, not that he could see anyway.

Flipping through the pages of the book, he passes the newspaper club, the computer club, the chess club before finding solo pictures of each student.

His lips puff out as he skims along the pictures.

"Holy shit," he whispers, setting down his coffee cup.

There you were. Small and cute in front of his eyes.

But, there's something familiar about you as he continues to stare at the picture. You with your small tie and blazer, he feels like he's always known you.

Then it hits him, you were in his class. He fucking remembers you, sitting three seats behind him in History.

Purchasing his hand beneath his chin, he stares at the small pictures in his history textbook. He couldn't be bothered to study for the pop quiz and he knows that he probably failed.

His father was going to be disappointed, as always. His father is never proud of anything he does so why should this matter.

"Sir Min," the teacher, Mrs. Park, calls to him.

With the roll of his eyes, he looks up at his teacher.

"Yeah," he mumbles as Hoseok slides a note beneath the lip of his book.

"Do you realize that I've been calling your name for the past three minutes?" Mrs. Park asks as she leans down on her desk.

Running his fingers through his hair, the tip of his tongue grazes over his teeth. He leans back in his own chair, eyes glazing over the teacher with a bored expression.

"No. I was too busy looking at what underwear people used to wear," he mutters aloud.

He can hear other kids snickering and murmuring at his joke. A sly smirk begins to spread over his face while he fixes his tie.

"You think this is funny? You think failing is funny?" she quips as she holds up the quiz.

He can feel his neck heating up out of embarrassment.

"The future heir of Kisung can't even pass a history quiz? Maybe your parents should get a phone call," she asks him, her legs wading through the multitude of desks before plopping the sheet down on his table.

He takes in all the red lines that are scoured over the paper.

"I bet you can't even tell me when the Mongols invaded the Goryeo dynasty," she says earning a multitude of hushed voices.

He turns his head to the others behind him, his eyes dancing over the kids that sit with their eyes on their desks.

Then they falter to you as you stare at him shamelessly. Your small hands form fists as you look from him to Mrs. Park.

Secretly, you begin to raise your fingers.

One.

Two.

One.

Six.

He clears his throat as your eyes falter to your desk and he turns back to the teacher as she raises her eyebrow.

"The Mongols invade Goryeo in 1216," Yoongi says as he swings his arm over the lip of his chair.

She purses her lips at his answer, eyes narrowing at him.

Maybe your information was wrong.

"Well, if you knew that then why did you fail the quiz?" she asks softly, retreating to her desk at the front of the class.

He breathes a gentle sigh of relief, turning his head to you. He nods to you as Leena pinches your arm. Nodding back, the corner of your lips flicker upwards before pinching your best friend.

Yoongi chuckles to himself as he recalls the memory.

You saved his sorry ass that day, if it wasn't for you he would have had to kneel on rice in a corner for God knows how long.

"Interesting," he whispers to himself as he continues to flicker through the yearbook.

"You have a phone call, Mrs. Kim," someone announces from the entrance to the horse barn.

She hums in reply, running her hand over the soft mane of Rapture.

"I'll just be a minute, why don't you spend time with the horses. They seem to love you," she suggests and you nod happily as Rapture rubs his large face against yours.

Giggling, you hold out an apple slice for him and he takes it without complaint.

"You're so pretty," you tell the horse as he munches happily on the slice.

"Do you know anything about horses?" you hear from behind you.

Turning to the owner of the voice, you smile gently as Jooheon wipes a rag over his sweaty face.

"Unfortunately not. But, they're very beautiful," you reply as Rapture nuzzles the back of your head.

The stableman chuckles as the horse rests his head on your shoulder.

"Rapture always finds it easy to feel comfortable around gorgeous women," you can feel the apples of your cheeks blushing as Jooheon tosses the rag he holds up in the air.

"I'm sure you really like this job," you say, running your hand over the horse's neck.

He nods to your statement, leaning back against one of the wooden doors. "I've always liked animals more than people. When you look into a horse's eyes, you can see so much emotion. You can practically see their souls bare in front of you."

His admission makes you think. You can understand people that love and respect animals more than people.

"That's really sweet," you tell him as he fixes his uniform.

He gives you a smile, one that's enchanting showing off his perfectly white teeth.

"It's just the truth," he replies as Rocket, an all white horse, nuzzles his face.

"I know, girl. Don't get jealous cause I'm talking to a pretty woman," he whispers and this time your ears heat up.

"The Madam was telling everyone that you're an old school friend," he says, patting the horse's face.

You nod, a reminiscent smile on your features. "Yeah. Yoona was a good friend when we were younger."

He takes delight in how you smile, how perfectly shy you are.

"Did you move in around here?"

"Yeah. I'm living with the Min's," you answer as Rapture snorts gently onto your cheek.

"Must be nice to have money," he quips.

You shake your hands quickly. "Oh. I'm not rich."

He hums playfully, looking over your expensive attire with an unsure eye.

"I thought Min Yoongi was married," he counters as he slides his right foot up onto the stable door behind him.

You watch his thighs flex once more before clearing your throat. "He is. I'm just... I'm pregnant with his... y'know... his baby."

Jooheon whistles loudly at the admission. "Interesting. But, you're not dating him, are you?"

The question makes you laugh, feeding another apple slice to Rapture while shaking your head. "No. I am not."

Jooheon nods slowly as he stands up and you can hear the horse barn door opening to your right. "Can I ask you out on a date then?"

Puffing from his cigar, Yoongi leans back into the armchair he sits in. His fingers pull and push at his cards on the green felt.

"I call." Jeongguk mumbles and the CEO tosses some extra chips into the center of the poker table.

Although Jimin was invited to tonight's poker game, Yoongi thought it wise that he didn't accept. The shorter man was hanging on by a hair, the last time he was in this house.

Guk was more than happy to sit in his seat beside Taehyung for the evening.

The classical music swells throughout the room and Yoongi stares down at the chips in hand. Once that memory of you from childhood came flooding back, he can remember smaller ones too.

Ones like when you were being bullied or when the girls tried to steal your lunch. He can remember all the times he heard Leena screaming to protect you, and he finds himself feeling more accepting of her.

"Yoona had a great time with Y/N today. She loves her," Namjoon says, earning everyone's attention.

"Well I think they used to be friends, no? I don't remember much about Y/N but I remember that she was friends with Leena, Yoona and of course Jin," Hoseok says.

"What do you mean 'of course Jin?'" Yoongi finds himself asking, something inside of him growing terse and annoyed.

"Well he was always with them. He was Leena's boyfriend when we were younger too. He was the only boy that used to hang around with them."

He starts to simmer down at his admission. "Oh," Yoongi whispers.

"Read 'em and weep, hyungs," Jeongguk says with a smug grin, flipping over his cards.

Taehyung groans long and low, his hands carding through his hair as Guk shows them a straight flush.

"Goddamn. This kid wins in everything! Whether it's boxing, car racing or cards!" Tae complains as Guk collects his chips.

Yoongi chuckles to himself, lifting his whisky glass to his lips.

"I'm really glad Y/N has a friend around here." Namjoon says and to this the Kisung CEO nods.

He wants you to thrive. He can say this until his face turns blue.

As Maya begins to deal the cards once more, the library door slowly begins to open. The sound draws everyone's attention and they stay silent as you enter.

Your face is buried in a book, your feet slowly shuffling into the big room. The sight of you makes Yoongi smirk, your hand is pressed on your flat stomach as you continue farther into the room.

You look precious. Your hair is slightly wet from a shower not too long ago and your eyes are enraptured with the words you read.

"Beautiful," he whispers under his breath but the sound is swallowed by Namjoon clearing his throat.

You look up quickly, clearly startled by the noise.

"Oh my God, it's Thursday! I'm so sorry!" you cry out as you slam the large book in hand shut.

"No worries, little dove. Come. Get a book," Yoongi calls to you as you try to leave.

"Hey Y/N." Namjoon says with a comforting smile.

Your eyes meet his and the friendly face makes you smile widely. "Hi Joon. Good evening!"

You wink at Maya, scurrying behind her to find a new book to read.

Oh, Joon is it?

Yoongi rolls his eyes as he burns out his cigar. He wafts the smoke away from your direction, picking up his whisky glass.

You had changed your clothes. Now wearing a purple free flowing sundress.

Might be better to not have tight clothes on, if they make you uncomfortable. The father of your child finds himself thinking.

"Y/N. Can you tell Leena to call me, please?" Taehyung whines.

Turning to him, you narrow your eyes playfully.

Why can't Yoongi see you like this? Is it because he's too big of a dick?

He wishes you would be so free with him…

"Tae. I'm told that you're in the dog house," you jeer as you grab a book.

Tae, is it?

Yoongi gulps down the rest of his drink, his throat burning as his gut explodes with alcoholic fire.

"Tell her I'll book the penthouse. I promise," he says, holding out his pinky.

Humming cutely, you step onto the platform beside Maya. Grabbing his pinky, he gives you a wink and it almost sends Yoongi onto the fucking floor.

"Don't you have some reading to do, little dove?" he asks quickly, watching how tightly Taehyung grips at your pinky.

You look over at the CEO before nodding. He gives you a small smile and your heart stutters as you return it.

"I'm Jeongguk! But, you can just call me Guk or Gukkie," the youngest calls to you.

You bow your head to him with a smile. "Nice to meet you."

"That's Hoseok," Namjoon says, pointing his thumb to the left of him.

You give a small wave before looking down at the book you hold.

"Well I'll let you get back to it. I'll just be reading," you say, mostly to Yoongi.

He nods above the lips of his glass, watching you press the book to your flat womb.

You're fucking endearing as all hell.

"Or, you can join us," Joon suggests.

Yoongi grimaces at the idea. Why would he fucking ask you to stay? In a room with all these handsome men? No.

"No. She said she wants to rea-" the father of your child begins to say before you cut him off.

"I might destroy you," you quip and his mouth hangs open at your banter.

Yoongi watches as Maya begins to smile, a proud smirk gracing her features already.

"Poker is about luck," Hoseok jeers.

"Well I did get knocked up on a pass by. Seems like I'm pretty lucky," you joke, making the others laugh.

Yoongi snorts to himself as you share camaraderie with his friends.

"That's my baby you're talking about," he says, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass to you.

You give him a warm smile, the apples of your cheeks raising as you giggle.

"Here, noona. You can sit in my seat," Guk says and it rubs Yoongi the wrong way almost immediately.

"She can have my seat, you're a guest," he says quickly.

"Oh no, it's fine. Noon-"

"Y/N, come." Yoongi's voice is strict and you roll your eyes at his commanding demeanor.

Setting down the book on the lip of the table, you take his seat. He stands behind you, handing the burnt out cigar and ashtray to Maya.

The smell might make you feel sickly.

"Jeongguk always wins," Hoseok notifies you and you hum curiously.

"We'll see," you reply as you begin to stack Yoongi's poker chips. He can smell your shampoo, violets and vanilla--it smells amazing.

"You know how to play?" He whispers softly in your ear, you shiver at his warm breath, smelling the alcohol on his pallet.

It reminds you of your first night together and you press your thighs into one another at the memory.

"Oh, I know how to play," you reply.

He places his hand on your shoulder as Maya begins to deal.

"Don't spend all of my money, we play with real bucks here," Yoongi says, his thumb grazing over the softness of your skin.

You feel yourself relax as his skin grazes yours. It feels comfortable, it feels kind of right.

Lifting your cards, your thumb skims over the tops and Yoongi holds his breath waiting for what you're going to do.

A diamond ace and a ten of diamonds sits in your hand. Yoongi presses down on your shoulder, almost as if he's proud of you.

"Raise," you mumble as Yoongi slides his thumb over the column of your neck.

You can see all the other billionaires staring at you and you calmly grab three poker chips before throwing them into the middle of the table.

"She's got a good poker face," Hoseok quips as he lifts his glass of brandy.

You feel your heart pick up speed as Yoongi slides his free hand over your other shoulder.

"Good girl." He whispers softly in your ear and your eyes flutter shut at his praise.

What the fuck is going on?

This Yoongi, the one behind you feels so different than the man who you moved in with just a week or so ago.

"Who are you and what have you done with Yoongi?" you quip into his ear softly.

You watch as Maya begins to flip three cards, you snort gently as a king, a queen and a four, of the same suit appear.

"He's gone." Yoongi murmurs, earning widened eyes from you as you focus on your cards.

You watch as the others toss chips into the middle and you throw a few more as Yoongi sips his whisky.

Your stomach begins to coil as he presses his thumbs down into your shoulders with soothing circles. He's fucking massaging you.

You find your body relaxing into his chest and stomach.

Yoongi watches the way your thighs quiver as you cross your legs. He can see the back of your neck flushing and his tongue licks over his bottom lip slowly.

"So, Y/N," Joon says, elbowing Hoseok with a wink. You shy away from the CEO's touch and he feels like he's being rejected all in a quick second.

Yoongi sighs gently, his eyes flutter shut and he loosens his grip on you.

"Yoona tells me you got a date today," you clear your throat uncomfortably as the men look pointedly at you.

Yoongi's eyes widen at the new information. He pulls away from you, making up the excuse in his mind to grab another grab of whisky.

He can feel the rage beginning to burn through him, as if someone has lit the end of a stick of dynamite. His eyes flutter shut and he steadies himself on the lip of the bar.

How fucking dare someone try to ask you out. How dare they?

"Oh well, Jooheon is really kind," he hears how soft your tone is and he can't help the way his hand shakes as he picks up the whisky bottle.

Why does the prospect of you dating drive him almost to the brink of insanity?

"You told him no, right?" he finds himself asking, he stares at his reflection through the mirrored wall. His face is pink with anger, the veins in his neck protruding as he grips tightly onto his glass.

You can't see him, but you can hear how livid he is.

"Well, I-" before you can even reply, he's charging across the room.

His hand grips at your arm and without a second thought he's tugging you to the library door.

You swallow thickly as he kicks the door open with his foot in a moment of blind rage.

"Yoongi!" you complain as he pulls you into the game room next door.

He slams the door shut behind him, his back presses into the cherry wood. Narrowing his eyes at you, he sneers.

"You told him no, right?! You do remember the contract, correct? Or, are your childish feminine hormones making you blind?" he barks out.

Your face begins to set into a scowl as you continue to stare at him. Why not be a brat? It's something you're quite good at when you're upset with him.

"Well if I can't get cock from you, then I'll have to get it elsewhere," your statement drops like a bomb and in a second he's pushing you up against the wall.

"Don't you fucking dare get snarky with me, like that. No cocks are going in this tight little cunt, do you understand me?" he seethes through his teeth.

Your eyes meet his, both sets are glaring and determined.

"Well then, guess you should have accepted my offer to fuck me," you quip.

He chuckles darkly, the sound shaking you to the core. And, for the first time he places his hand over your stomach.

"You couldn't handle this cock in your pregnant pussy, believe me. If I even see you with another man, I'll fuck him up."

"Why, jealous?" you ask as his thumb swipes over your stomach.

The feeling of his hand over your child can only compare to the sun. It feels wonderful.

"What do I have to be jealous of? I have it all. And that includes you. You're mine," he barks out and you hum unsurely, turning your face away from him as his forehead presses to yours.

"Just because I'm having your baby, that doesn't make me yours," you reply, your eyes focus on the pinball machines at the far end of the room.

"Yeah. It really does, little dove," you can hear the agitation in his voice, the annoyance he feels can match yours.

The tip of his nose grazes over your cheekbone as he presses his face closer.

The burning anger in him subsiding as he continues to drift his hand over your stomach.

"Just... don't." It's practically a plea falling from his lips.

Your eyes flutter shut at his now soft tone.

"I told him no," you whisper and you can feel his breath of relief as it rushes over your lips and neck.

"Then why are you pissing me off?" he asks gruffly.

"Because you made me mad," you retort as his hands grip at your sides.

He stays silent for a second before responding.

"I know. I'm getting way too good at that. I'm sorry," he whispers.

You swallow thickly, he's apologizing? He's really not himself today.

"Did you get a concussion?" you ask as he pulls away from you.

He raises an eyebrow as he keeps you at arms length. His fingers comb through his hair, a few odd strands falling back into his eyes.

"A concussion? What?" he replies, confused.

"You're acting weird," you comment as he fixes his blazer.

He begins to smirk as he leans back against the pool table. "I told you, old Yoongi is gone."

Humming unsurely, you intertwine your fingers.

"I'd really like it if you could not give me whiplash every few minutes. Makes it a lot bearable on my neck," you say as you fix your dress.

His eyes falter to your swollen breasts, his tongue licks over his lips while he does his best to calm his breathing.

"I'll be more thoughtful," he whispers and you bite your bottom lip, nodding carefully.

"We should get back," you tell him as you push off of the wall.

He nods gently and he grips at your wrist as you try to walk away from him. You turn to him as his eyes become softer. "No boyfriends, no dates."

You smirk as you look him over. "No boyfriends. No dates," you promise and he cups your cheek gently without even thinking.

"I like the fierce you. Makes my heart feel warm," he comments, leaving you in the game room on your own.

When he touches you, it makes your heart feel warm as well.

Next Chapter --->

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[bittydragon]

Surprise Ore

Notes: I have decided to partake in the bingo event by @aslitheryprinx and here is my submission! I may do more in the future, so this may just be my first one! I have written for the letter O with the prompt Ore. I hope y’all enjoy! It’s my favorite boys!

Bad whistled to himself as he twirled his pickaxe in his hand, searching for resources in the mines. He and his friends had recently found an abandoned mineshaft deep underground and once they realized it was deep enough to find precious ores such as diamonds, they all hastily packed up their mining supplies and went underground.

They all ended up splitting up to cover the most ground and to quickly clear out the mineshaft of any precious materials. Dream and Sapnap had taken the northern pathways and Bad and George took the southern pathways. It was the fastest way to clear the area out, so they didn’t mind. Plus, all four could take care of themselves so it wasn’t a big deal.

Bad squinted as he thought he saw a strange object in front of him and lit a torch. He was elated to find a minecart with a chest inside of it. Opening the chest, Bad was pleased to find an enchanted book, an emerald, some extra iron, and two golden apples. The rest were unlaid tracks that the group had no need for, so Bad let it be and stored the treasures in his inventory.

He continued to twirl his pickaxe around, whistling his small tune to himself, until he came upon a small vein of diamond ore. He grinned and quickly got to work, mining the ores until each one popped out a small diamond. Five diamonds in total, not a bad vein!

He carefully set the diamonds into his inventory and was about to continue his search for more ores and treasures when his eyes landed on another diamond ore, just a few steps away. He grinned, his tail thrashing excitedly behind him.

This must be his lucky day to find two veins so close to one another! The others were going to be so jealous of his haul. He noticed with only slight confusion that this piece of diamond ore looked slightly different than normal, but Bad brushed it off as a trick of the light. There was lava nearby and Bad hadn’t placed a torch recently, opting to use the calm glow of the lava instead, so it could just be the lighter lighting in the area.

With that thought in mind, he brought his pickaxe down onto the ore. In just a few swings the ore shattered, revealing it’s shiny treasure. Bad was a tad disappointed that no more ores were hidden behind it, but his disappointment was quickly covered with confusion as he glanced at what he just unearthed.

Instead of a small diamond in the newly carved out hole, there laid a small creature barely bigger than Bad’s hand. It’s skin seemed to be covered in the familiar precious gem and it was curled around itself almost like it was trying to hide.

Bad quietly slipped his pickaxe into his inventory and knelt down to investigate the creature. Carefully, he reached out and scooped it up, wincing at how cold the diamond skin felt against his hand. He stood back up at full height and examined the creature in his hand.

They seemed to be asleep for the time being, their little eyes shut tightly as they repositioned themselves to be more comfortable in the hand. Bad couldn’t help but awe as the little creature snuggled into his fingers like they were craving the warmth he gave off. 

The sudden rattling of bones nearby startled Bad out of his trance. He protectively curled his fingers around the little diamond creature and held them closer to his chest. Right, he was still in an abandoned mineshaft and those were normally littered with monsters. He wasn’t supposed to head back home for a few hours still, how was he supposed to protect himself and this little creature? He destroyed the ore they were sleeping in, so he had no safe place to set them.

After a few moments of thought Bad sighed. He only thought of one good place to put them, hopefully they would be okay if they woke up. He opened up his inventory and settled the creature inside of one of the little cubes, sighing in relief when the creature went in with ease.

They barely even stirred as Bad settled them inside and closed his inventory. It was only a few more hours and he could get home. Hopefully everything went well.

He pulled out his sword and shield and prepared to face the skeleton that was slowly approaching, it’s bow already drawn.

---

Skeppy yawned before cracking his eyes open, expecting to see the familiar stone of the cave he was abandoned in. His eyes shot open in surprise as he was met with completely white surroundings.

Did he die? Did some monster find him in his sleep?

He shakily stood up and tried to explore, but only made it a step before he ran into a wall. It only took a few seconds for him to realize he was stuck inside of a strange white box. It was cold and reminded him of the stone he always slept on, but it was most definitely not.

He pressed his face against one of the walls, trying to see if he could get a glimpse of outside his new box. He didn’t mind the box as he was used to small spaces, but he wanted to see if there was anything to explore if he ever got out.

Sure enough, when he pressed his face against the wall he could see the vague shape of something else next to him. It looked like one of those golden apples he’s seen in the chests littered around the mineshaft. As he looked around through the other walls, he noticed different objects in every direction. 

Where in the world could he possibly be then?

If only the world answered his question. Instead, nothing changed and he was left in the blank white cube. He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground with a huff.

Maybe he would get answers eventually. As long as he was patient.

…

Oh god that better not be too long.

Thankfully, it seemed like only an hour had passed before something finally changed. Skeppy yelped as suddenly real light flooded into his box and the ceiling disappeared. Now he could see what looked to be wood in a few different colors above him.

He stood up in awe and tried looking further out of the box, completely oblivious to the much larger beings watching him with similar feelings of awe.

“They’re so small… you said you found them while mining a piece of diamond ore?”

“Mhm! They were sleeping and I didn’t want to take them, but I couldn’t leave the little guy alone with the monsters!”

“Smart idea. They probably would’ve been killed without their ore surrounding them. Though maybe you should take them out of your inventory now?”

“Oh yeah! Good thinking Sap!”

Skeppy didn’t notice anything was wrong until large clawed fingers wrapped around him and lifted him into the air. Oh. Oh. He was caught by giants.

Skeppy immediately began thrashing around, frantically trying to escape the grasp of whatever giant creature had grabbed him. His struggles were futile as another clawed hand came up from under him and gently eased him into a sitting position on the hand.

He wanted to struggle as he was brought upwards but couldn’t bring himself to continue struggling as he relaxed into the warmth the hand gave out. Why was this person’s hand so warm?

He nervously grabbed onto a finger and winced as they chuckled. Skeppy risked a glance upwards to see the person who grabbed him and gasped in shock.

“Holy shit…” They were terrifying. They looked like a literal demon. Their face was hidden under the shadows of their hood and all Skeppy could see were their brightly glowing eyes and horns jutting out from under the hood.

“Language!” But they seemed harmless, especially if they were gonna tell him off for the fact that he cursed. He let out a shaky sigh, if he played his cards right maybe he won’t die today.

As he studied the demon’s face, he quickly realized the demon was studying him right back. If their wide eyes were anything to go off of they were surprised that he could speak to begin with. As much as Skeppy wanted to feel offended by that fact, he also knew that most creatures smaller than a human, or demon, were non sentient and could barely even form a thought other than survive or kill.

Skeppy flinched back as a clawed finger wormed its way under his chin and lifted his head up just a tad more. He quickly reached up with his own hands and grabbed the finger. It didn’t hurt but if the finger tried to suddenly snap his neck he was ready to provide some sort of resistance.

His fears seemed to be unneeded though, as proved by the high pitched “awwwwww” that followed as soon as he grabbed the finger. His eyes widened as he heard a few different voices awe at the sight as well.

He whipped his gaze around and found there were three, three, other giant beings here. He paled at the sight and tried hiding in the clawed hands that currently held him. At least he was fairly certain the demon wasn’t going to hurt him. 

The masked human was most definitely the scariest, Skeppy couldn’t read any of their expressions and could only see the crudely painted smiley face. He did not like that.

The other two he could thankfully deduce were humans, but it surprisingly didn’t mean anything to Skeppy at the moment. This demon still seemed like a far better choice.

Skeppy was thankful when the demon’s fingers curled around his form and hid him from the others’ sights. He was extremely glad that they seemed to realize he was uncomfortable, even more reason for Skeppy to trust them.

He heard the demon talking to the others but couldn’t make out the words. All he was focused on was how warm and comfortable the hands were and how happy he was that these hands were the ones protecting him. 

The diamond sighed and got comfortable against the fingers. Maybe once they were all done talking they could do some proper introductions. Until then, Skeppy was just going to wait their conversation out.

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[wordsfromthesol]

Reconciliation

Author: @wordsfromthesol Taglist: togasbetch @malfoys-demigod @pricetagofficial Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Summary: You seek the help of an old friend when you accidentally end up in the middle of a blood bath. Word Count: 1.8k

It all started ages ago, when you walked into the same class as the infamous Timothy Drake. If it wasn't for the Wayne Grant, your parents would never have been able to send you to such a fancy school…not that you understood that at 5 years old. Since that day the two of you were inseparable. You had practically lived at Drake Manor, and when Mr. Freeze killed your parents, you did. Not that Jack and Janet had any idea.

A few years later Jack and Janet were gone and Tim was taken in by none other than Bruce Wayne himself. Thankfully, Tim let you remain in his house. At first, everything was normal, but after the first year, he started to visit you less and less. He became more distant and secretive with each interaction and eventually, he stopped coming altogether. You made the decision to leave once you graduated high school, after all, it had been over a year since Tim had bothered to come see you. What would he care?

You jumped on a bus, clutching a backpack full of your belongings…and a few things from the Drake Manor. Somehow you lucked into a full-time nanny job for some wealthy family a few hours away. You were afforded a small living quarters, a stipend, and access to anything already at the mansion. The little girl was only 3 years old at the time. It's hard to believe that was 2 years ago.

You and Kaylee were upstairs when you heard a large group of people force their way through the front door. As you peaked out of the room, you saw a parade of people with their guns drawn. Immediately you rushed back into the room and whispered, "We are going to play a game."

"Game?" The child's ears perked up. You nodded your head as you made your way to the window. Opening it, you slowly climbed out and motioned for her to follow. You had no idea how long you stayed up there, pressed against the side of the house praying no one came looking. Eventually, the noises had stopped.

"Wait right here for me, okay?" She nodded as you made your way back to the window. "Don't move a muscle until I come for you." Your mouth hung open as you descended the staircase. Bloodstained the room as bodies littered the floor. As you walked over to the filleted bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Barco, your vision blurred as you felt the back of a hand strike your face. Staggering backward, you opened your eyes to see a man grinning before you. His eyes trailed down your cheek and landed on the sizable ring that graced his own finger. You began to feel the warm blood drip down your cheek. A state of panic washed over you just as you felt your knuckles collide with his ribs. Dodging his next blow, you thrust your shoulder into him and grappled for the gun tucked in his waistband. He looked almost pleased as he stared down the barrel.

"Whatcha gonna do with that, hun?" When you refused to answer, he continued. "You know you're going to be dead soon. What's the point…" Your eyes locked onto his hand, which was slowly inching towards your own.

**

The ringing in your ears had just barely subsided when you reached the top of the stairs. You slowly climbed out the window and ushered Kaylee to come inside. Her feet had just touched the ground as the words lucidly fell from your lips. "I need you to promise me that you won't open your eyes. We are going on a surprise trip." If Kaylee could tell something was wrong, she wasn't letting you know. You walked as fast as you could with the small child on your hip.

Your mind had gone completely blank, your eyes glazed over as you drove. You didn't know where you were going, but your motions seemed instinctive. As you pulled up to the gates, everything began to wash over you. Pressing the call button, the only words you could stutter out were: "It's Y/N. I need Tim." Thankfully, the message worked and the gates began to open. You drove up to the ornate front door, but couldn't force yourself out of the car. A knock on the window shook you out of the trance. It was Alfred.

"Mx Y/N, welcome. Perhaps you and your guest would be more comfortable in the house. I have already summoned Master Timothy." You just nodded as you stepped out of the car. Every move your body made relied on muscle memory: opening the back door of the car, unfastening Kaylee's car seat, placing her on the ground beside you. Alfred led you inside to the kitchen before kneeling down and facing Kaylee. "And what is your name?"

"KAYLEEEE!" She gleefully screamed at him.

"Ahhh, Miss Kaylee. How would you like a snack?" Kaylee's eyes went wide as she furiously nodded her head up and down. Kaylee looked up to you for permission as Tim rounded the corner, already speaking.

"Alfred, what's so --" Tim froze as he saw you sitting at the kitchen counter.

"You my Y/N/N's friend?" Kaylee narrowed her eyes as she glared at Tim. Her eyes softened as Tim slowly shook his head yes. "Make sure they get ban aid. Prefably a princess one." Once satisfied, she turned her attention back towards Alfred and her snack.

**

You turned towards Tim, revealing the gash on your cheek surrounded by a newly forming bruise. Tim rushed to your side, grasping your hand in his, just as the words began spilling from your mouth. "Tim, I'm so sorry. I just didn't know where else to take her. They were dead..."You felt your body giving out, "all of them…"

"Calm down. We'll figure this out. You need rest." He refused to let you speak anymore as he scooped you up from the chair and carried you upstairs. Carefully, Tim sat you on his bathroom counter and began cleaning the wound. Once it was bandaged he brought you over to the bed. "Now what happened?" He looked at you, his heartbreaking as he watched the tears fall from your eyes.

"They're dead. So many bodies. Tim, I can't see anything but blood." You collapsed into his chest, trying to conceal the overwhelming panic.

**

You had no idea how long you stayed like that, all you know is you woke up with Kaylee cuddled to your chest and Tim sitting at the adjacent desk.

"Tim?" His eyes shot up at the sound of your voice. You slowly got up and walked down the hall and into the study. You didn't check to see if Tim was following you, but you knew he was. Ignoring the unknown man already occupying the room, you continued onto the balcony. "I just don't know what happened." Your eyes glazed over as you stared into the distance. You knew if you looked at Tim, you would break down again. "People stormed in with guns. Me and Kaylee hid. Once I came back in, everyone was dead. Her whole family. Their security team. Everyone. And then this man came up and struck me. I thought I was dead. All I could think of was Kaylee, sitting on the roof, alone, confused. And I shot him." You turned around and stared into Tim's dark blue eyes. "They're going to kill me now. Aren't they?" The tears bubbled up, but you refused to let them fall.

"Y/N, how much did you know of that family?" Concern laced his voice. That voice that you hadn't heard in years. That voice that used to be your home.

"They were rich and needed a nanny." You looked down at your fiddling fingers, "I didn't have many options, so I didn't ask any questions."

Tim took a deep breath, pushing down his anger. "They are…were one of the biggest crime families in the country." The words rang in your mind as you forced your eyes back on the horizon. You didn't even realize Kaylee had woken up and walked into the study. Or that the unidentified man took her by the hand and led her from the room carrying a fairytale book. "You really didn't know?" Tim's brows furrowed.

Too many emotions were spinning around your head until one of them exploded. "Why the fuck would I know that?!" You made no attempts to sedate your anger.

"You worked for them for years, Y/N!"

"Well clearly you knew, so maybe an old friend should've warned me!" The anger wasn't geared towards him, not really. Though seeing him again, feeling all this again, that's something you never thought you'd have to do. And that was just the icing on the cake. An eerie silence blanketed the air. "I shouldn't have come here," you mumbled before turning to leave. "I shouldn't have put you in danger."

**

Tim stood stoic as your words played over and over in his mind. He never told you of his nightly activities for this exact reason. So you wouldn't be thrust into this chaotic world. And now here you are, begging for his help, and he let you walk away. Again.

A pillow slammed into his face, knocking him from the stupor. "Probably not a good idea to let them leave. Love of your life, Barco heiress, not a great combination."

"Shit." Tim pushed past Jason, ignoring his snide remarks because unfortunately, he was right. Tim grabbed your arm just as you opened the front door. "Wait!" Tim yelled as he pushed the door closed. "I can't let you leave."

"Wh --"

"Look," Tim cut you off and began pulling you through the house. "I need to show you something."

**

"Where…where am I standing right now?"

"The Batcave." His voice faltered as he stopped in front of his Red Robin costume.

"So you're a superhero? Are you kidding me?"

"I don't have any powers, so I don't think I would qualify…" Tim's voice trailed off as he watched your eyebrows raise and a disapproving smirk form. "Anyways. I can help. I want to help."

"I can't ask you to do that." You tried to turn away, but Tim laid his hands on your shoulders. His eyes lingered on yours.

"You were supposed to be safe. Away from me. That's the only reason I let you go. I was wrong. You're safer with me and I'm not letting you go again."

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[generallybarzy]

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an: ahhh! my semester ends in 3 days so i should be doing missing assignments but instead i’m writing a fic about the isles won tonight!!!! Almosy 2k in 2hours I'm proud of myself!!! But mostly proud of the isles let’s go my babies i’m so proud!!!!!!!! Here's a fic about rewarding barzy with some soft sweet lovin after his game!!

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word count: 1.9k

warning: smut 

Mat missed this.

No matter how many times he stepped on the ice over the off season to stay in shape, or how many hockey games he played just for fun with his buddies in B.C., nothing could compare to the adrenaline of the real game. And certain games especially- such as playoff games and opening night. Opening night always set a precedent for the rest of the season; a good opening night was a great way to predict the season, and a great opening night… well, that was a great sign. Mat had missed this so much.

But, more than he missed the game, there was something he missed much, much more. Something almost better than the thrill of the game itself- coming home. Getting to come home after a win and seeing you. His girl. 

For a long time, Mat dreaded coming home alone after games. He’d stay out with his buddies as long as he could to revel in the excitement of the win and to feel the glory, maybe find some girls that would spend the night talking about how amazing he is, how much of a star he is, before he brought them to his apartment for the night and had them leaving before he even woke, early in the morning. But now, he didn’t have to do that anymore. No, he loved to come home. Because you were there. If you weren’t at the game with him, you were always there, waiting and ready to jump in his arms and congratulate him the second he stepped in the door.

The second the elevator opened on his floor of the building, he could see you standing in the doorway to his apartment, donned in his jersey and a pair of sweats, eyes locked on your phone. Your eyes shot up at the ding of the elevator that marked Mat’s arrival, and immediately, a smile brightened your face. Oh, how Mat loved the way he could always make you smile. 

“Baby!”

“Baby!” he mimicked with a smile as bright as yours, holding out his arms for you as you bounced over to him, giddy and excited.

“Baby!!!” With one last laugh, you tossed yourself onto him, and Mat caught you with ease, familiar with this post-game routine. His arms tightened around your back and tugged you close, and your legs wrapped around his waist. “You were amazing! My star!! My baby!!” His beautiful little giggles escaped his lips as you peppered kisses all over his cheeks, and soon he was setting you down. 

“Let’s get inside.” 

You grabbed his hand and nearly dashed inside, leaving Mat to chuckle and follow quickly, closing the door behind himself and dropping his backpack at the door before being pulled back down into you. Your arms came up to wrap around his shoulder, holding him tight and curling your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. You stayed like that for a moment, tangled up in each other in the entrance to his apartment, his hands on your waist and his nose in your hair, just enjoying each other’s presence, the comfort of your bodies touching in such a wholesome way, before you tugged his face down by his hair and lay your lips on him in congratulations.

“You’re so amazing, Maty. You did amazing tonight. It was crazy to watch.” You continued to pepper kisses across his face, his cheeks, the little cut he’d gotten during training, his cute chin, his nose, there wasn’t a part of him you didn't love. “You’re such a star baby, God. First it was your new contract and now tonight’s opener? God, I’m so proud of you. Couldn’t be more proud. I love you so much.”

He pulled back, a smile in his eyes when he saw the honesty in yours. His heart throbbed at the thought of making you proud. “I love you. Thank you for watching.”

“I always watch.” 

“Yeah? You’re my good luck charm.” 

“Yeah?” 

He gripped your waist tighter, sliding his big hands up the back of the jersey you were wearing, over his number, over his name- the name you wore so proudly. “Yeah.” 

“And you’re my star. My gleaming, beautiful star.” 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Now, let’s get you out of this suit, okay? Then I can really reward you for how amazing you are.” 

“Yes, please.” 

This was something else Mat missed about the season, the way your hands- so small and gentle compared to his own, compared to how he’d been playing all night- traveled across his body as you undressed him, stripped him down to his boxers and laid him out on the bed. He loved the way you kissed down his chest and thighs and told him to lay back and get comfy- you were loving him like he deserved. He loved it so much, the intimacy, the praise, the sweet talk. You had still done this for him over the off season, of course you had, but there was just something about getting back from a game and getting his reward that he had just missed so much. 

God, he’d missed his post-win blow.

He let his eyes slip shut and his head fall back against the pillow as you kissed his legs and tugged the last piece of fabric down this thighs. “I love your legs, Maty. So strong, they make you so fast, so good at what you do… and they’re hot as fuck.” You kissed all the way up his high and over his hip bones. “You’re hips, God, you can set a rhythm, if you know what I mean.” 

He laughed. “You can’t say ‘if you know what i mean’ if you’re literally about to blow me.” 

“Why not?” Mat just smiled again as you kissed up his stomach and chest, mumbling praises as you went. You curled your fingers through his and brought his hand up to your lips, and he opened his eyes slowly to watch you lay a kiss on each knuckle, gentle and soft. “I love your hands, the way you’re so skilled with them, during games you have all these amazing stick maneuvers, like that goal tonight. I know that was all for me. And you’re so skilled at touching me. It’s amazing.” 

“Mmm.” Mat was almost drowsy, the way you touched him and kissed him pulling him into a trance. “I’ll show you some of those skills later.” 

“The ones you use on the stick or on me?”

He laughed again. “Both.”

“After this, baby. I wanna reward you first. My star. My baby, my talented, sweet boy.” You planted one last kiss on his lips before scooting back down to his hips where his desire was aching for you. Your bottom lip tugged between your teeth like it did whenever you saw him, and Mat swore he could’ve come at just the sight. Your fingers rubbed slow circles against his naked hips as you pressed kisses up his length and finally- Mat thought- finally took him into your mouth. A soft moan fell from Mat’s lips, a breath of pleasure, a sigh of relief at the feeling of your lips around him- he would never get over it. You took your time, drawing out his pleasure as much as you could, but never holding anything back from him. This was his night, after all. He deserved this. 

The build up was slow, slow and soft and gentle as ever, starting low in his tummy and growing stronger and stronger by the second. It wasn’t the normal orgasm he’d have when he was on top, where he’d have to work for it, but one that built up and up and up that he got the pleasure of getting to lay back and experience it’s entirety- making it feel even more drawn out. Usually he’d be too busy to notice it until he was practically coming already, but now he could savor it, all the way from the little spark inside him to the rumbling fire that erupted. 

“Baby.” His hand came down to stroke your face.

“Maty,” You pulled back to praise him, laying wet kisses along his length. “I love you. You’re so amazing, so talented. You’re so talented, beautiful, sweet.”

“Baby!”  

“Let go, my sweet boy. Don’t hold back, you deserve it. You deserve it all, the awards, the contract, the 21 million, the star of the game, the attention. God, you deserve it all. And most of all, you deserve to come. Can you do that for me, pretty boy?” 

“Shit. I love you!” His mouth fell open in a string of praises, and his head dropped back again as your lips wrapped around him one last time before he erupted, thighs trembling and hands gripping yours like a life line. The groans that left his lips were some you’d never forget, how needy and desperate they were, how thankful he was to get his relief. He was breathing deeply in the aftermath of his orgasm, listening to your soft praise as you wiped your slick hand on his abdomen, vowing to drag him to the shower later to clean up. 

“C’mere, please.” He urged you to crawl up his body, pushing your hair behind your ear and pulling your down to cuddle against him, holding your body close and letting you feel him clam back to softness- both mentally and physically. He rolled to his side, keeping you tucked against his naked body and laying kisses across your face, just wanting to savor this moment for a few minutes longer. He was always so cuddling after coming, and you always found it so cute. Soon, his whisper broke the warm silence. “Did you mean what you said?”

“About?”

“Me. What I deserve.” 

“Baby.” You lifted a hand to stroke through his hair, knowing exactly what he needed. “You’re so good at what you do, I’m not kidding. And this new contract, it’s amazing for you. Tonight just showed everyone who doubted you just how great you are. How you’re worth it. And I swear, years from now, you’ll be playing with some new kids on the Islanders who grew up watching you, who grew up wanting to be like you. You’re building a legacy right now.” 

A flush lit up his face at the thought and a hopeful grin broke across his lips. With sleepy-half lidded eyes, he sighed. “I love you.” 

“Hm. Not more than I love you, star.”

“Oh no, much more.” 

“Impossible.” 

He just smiled and shook his head, knowing no one was winning this argument. Both of your loves were unmatched, and he was so, so lucky that was the case. 

“You know what else is great about you, Maty? How you’re still such an amazing person. You’re a hockey star, the isles’ golden boy, you have all this money and this fame in the hockey world, but you’re so humble still. You’re modest, you’re down-to-earth. You’re a guy anyone can talk to. I love that about you. It’s not just how talented you are, but it’s you as a person. You’re really going places, one day.” 

“Yeah?” His throat tightened and his words came out harsh and cracking at the thought of that. It was the future he’d always dreamed of. And to be told of it by the girl of his dreams seemed too good to be true. “You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“I hope. And,” he cleared his throat, a little stuffy, but smiling nonetheless. “I want you there for all of them.” And you couldn’t think of any better outcome.

“I can’t wait.”

#mat barzal x reader #mat barzal #mat barzal fic #mathew barzal #op #fic #reader insert #hockey fanfiction

[mull3ts]

Quarintine Boyz, Part One

Pairing | NCT's 00 line x Reader

⚠ Warnings! | Smut, Orgy (5some, but that comes in part 2), Swearing, is this qualified crack?, Just a bunch of flirting too, Fingering, Dirty Talk, *not proofread, Requested!

↳ Word Count: 3.1k

· Part 2

Week 1:Day 1/14, 8:43 am

"You need to stop eating my coffee, Donghyuck"

He gasped

"Um? Eating? Really? You're a bit stupid, Jaemin." Donghyuck fought back

"Think again," Jaemin hissed "I'm not the one stupid enough to drink coffee that's not theirs!"

Jeno glared at them

"Will you guys just-"

"Butt out of it, sexy guy" They both yelled

"That one's new" Jeno mumbled

"Will you bitch asses shut up, there's a pandemic for crying out loud!" Renjun yelled from the couch

"I have litterally never heard that word once in my life" You said streching as you just woke up

"Y/N" Donghyuck and Jaemin said both storming towards you

"Tell him he shouldn't drink my coffee" Jaemin said

"Nu-uh tell this hoe to back off because if it's on the counter, it's free real estate" Donghyuck said

"That's really not my problem, what's a pandemic?" You asked

"Apparently it's when we can't go outside anymore and quarantine for 2 weeks." Renjun sighed

"How am I supposed to work out!" Jeno shrieked

"How am I supposed to get laid!" Jaemin said dropping his bag of coffee grounds

"How am I supposed to leave and see Mark!"

"How am I supposed to care about that, Hyuck" You mumbled

"How am I supposed to live with all of you!" Renjun screamed grabbing his hair

"First of all," You began, "Jeno, you can do home workouts"

"But my weights..." Jeno whispered

"Jaemin, just jackoff for god's sake!"

"It's not the same...Can I use you?" Jaemin said, being absolutely serious

"That sounds horrible, no. Donghyuck, just call Mark or something!"

"But I wanna kiss him!" Donghyuck cried

"Kiss your phone! Renjun...let's go jump off of a bridge" You sighed

"Let's go!" Renjun said grabbing his car keys "We'll miss you all...not really but still!"

Jeno blocked the door

"Nope. You two aren't going anywhere" He said crossing his arms

"Yeah, we wouldn't want you two catching Corona" Jaemin pouted

You both sighed "Fine"

"So, what's for breakfast?"

"So, what's your social security number?"

"What?"

"What?"

Day 2/14, 6:23 am

"Oh, hi Jaemin"

You were taken aback, Jaemin was cooking, at 6:00 am

"What's cooking good looking?" He smirked

"Um, nothing, I'm not cooking?" You questioned

"Shit, um....y-you'reeeeeeee hot, mmhm, hot like hot, really hot." Jaemin said thinking about it as he spoke

"T-thanks?"

Jaemin got a plate for the both of you and turned around making you actually look at him

You screamed while turning red

"NA JAEMIN WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING A SHIRT?!"

"It's hot?" He stated plainly "So I'm not wearing a shirt."

"I'm fucking cold Na Jaemin, what makes you think it's hot?"

He smirked again, you'd really like to wipe that smirk off of his pretty face

"You're in the room, makes it hotter"

"I KNEW THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN. I KNEW YOU WOULD DO THIS TO HER NA JAEMIN!" Renjun yelled waking down the stairs

"Y-you what?"

"Shit. I've been exposed"

"And what are you gonna do about it" Jaemin said slamming his fist on the table

"Nothing, except go back to bed. Oh and by the way...the AC is broken and that's why it's so cold" Renjun said yawning and walking back up the stairs

"Yeah, aren't you cold, Jaemin?" You questioned looking at the goosebumps on his biceps

"I'm fine" He said placing your food on the plate "So, you gonna put on a shirt-" He stopped you. "Nope. I'm staying shirtless with this apron".

"You know that's a Peppa Pig apron right?"

"It was cheap! Your point is...". You shook your head "It's nothing".

Day 2/14, 2:55 pm

"You don't mind if I workout while your here, right?" Jeno asked holding a workout mat

"No, this is your room anyways"

"Cool" That's when Jeno started to remove his shirt

"A-aren't you gonna keep that on"

Smack

"Keep it, babe. Wear it sometime" He smirked while beginning to stretch

Then an idea popped into his head

"Why don't we stretch something else, hmm?" Jeno said playfully

"Like what"

He motioned you to come to him with is finger

He started to remove your clothes until you were bare

"J-jeno"

"Shh, keep it down babe, the others will hear you"

Jeno released his cock from his shorts and rubbed your entrance making you whimper

"Already wet, babe?" He chuckled

"J-jeno, please" You begged

"What is it you want babe, tell me"

"I want-"

It was just his imagination, and he was already doing his push-ups. He looked at you to see what you were doing

"Sniffing my shirt? Do I smell that nice?"

"Hey Jeno you-" You paused examining his body

"-you have a really big...dick"

Jeno stopped doing his push-ups looking at you like you told him something dumb

"Well geeze, babe, you don't have to remind me" He said going back to his push-ups

You heard a laughter erupt from the door

"Pft, Y/N, you haven't even seen his dick out of his pants" Donghyuck laughed leaning on Jeno's door frame

"Well is it big?" You asked innocently making Jeno's dick harden

"Are these two really having a conversation about my dick?"

"Oh my sweet Y/N, it's big, until the day Jeno decides to bed you...I'll tell you it's big"

You seemed so fascinated

"Woah, cool"

Day 3/14, 1:22 am

"Renjun?" You questioned

"Huh?" He looked at you

"Why are you painting at...1:22 am?"

"I don't know, why are you up at 1:22 am?" He questioned back

"I'm looking for Jaemin's Peppa Pig apron"

Renjun laughed

"Jaemin's sleeping in it" He responded

"Isn't that a choking hazard?" You asked, concerned

"Jaemin likes to choke people-"

Renjun's phone went off

"Hang on"

[Na Jaehoe, 1:23 am] Shut up you shorty Bob Ross don't fucking tell her that 😤😤😤

"Nevermind" Renjun chuckled "So I heard the Jeno's dick conversation"

"Gosh don't remind me, Renjun"

You looked at what he was painting

"Is that-" He cut you off "Peppa Pig, yeah. I'm gonna use it to haunt Jaemin if he gets married."

"So like as his wedding gift?"

"Exactly" Renjun looked at the clock "You should go to bed ya know"

"So should you, ya know"

"I'll go at 2:00, night Y/N"

"Night, Renjun"

Day 3/14, 12:44 pm

"Looks like sleeping beauty woke up" Donghyuck snickered from the dining table

"Oh, shut up" You said looking at all of your roommates who were eating lunch

"Here, it's uh...What's this again, Jaemin?" Jeno asked. "It's uh...Chipotlé? Wait- Yeah, Chipotlé" Jaemin said blandly

"Are you still wearing that Peppa-"

"AnD?" Jaemin clapped back, Jaemin sighed "I HAVENT BEEN LAIED IN MONTHS!"

Everyone groaned "JAEMIN! What did Y/N say?"

"She said to just jackoff...BUT ITS NOT THE SAME!"

"That's really not my problem..."

"Maybe we should sign you up for therapy-"

"No, no, I'll live like the Virgin Mary" Jaemin protested

Day 3, 12:55 am

You were all in tears (except for Jeno) and Donghyuck was already sobbing his eyes out by the time The Titanic started sinking

"Donghyuck, your eyes are so puffy!" Renjun pointed out laughing though the tears

"S-shut up you oompa loompa" Donghyuck sniffed. "You guys are babies, right babe?" Jeno said looking at you who was gripping on to him tightly. "SHUT UP LEE JENO YOU ARENT DATING" Jaemin hissed from his side of the couch bursting out in tears

"J-jaemin, is that my shirt?" You asked drying your eyes on Jeno's shirt

"It's the goddamn laundry Y/N..." He sniffed. "Hey, Y/N" Donghyuck called, still sounding stuffy "Can I draw you like one of my French Girls?"

"You can't even draw that well" You defended not wanting to be drawn nude. "Then Renjun, you do it, I'll pay you like 20 bucks" Donghyuck said nudging Renjun, "$150" Renjun responded

"Nevermind..." Donghyuck huffed

Day 4/14, 10:49 am

You didn't wanna knock, and it didn't really sound like anything was in there

But you forgot about anyone

"AH SHIT" You screamed, clearly not prepared to have seen a naked Jaemin

He scoffed, "Don't act like you don't fucking like seeing me like this, Y/N" He inched closer to you. "Don't act like I haven't noticed you checking me out when I wore that apron or when I was wearing that small ass t-shirt of yours-"

"Oh, so now you know how I feel when you're overthere at the other end of the room clearly biting your lip-" Jaemin cut you off by slamming his lips against yours

"Shut up, princess. How about I give us both what we want, how does that sound?". You noddes your head while Jaemin removed your shorts along with your underwear

"You drive me so fucking crazy walking around the house with these on. What makes you think you can just dress like a slut everyday around 4 boys hmm? Tell me" Jaemin taunted

"I like wearing them" You pouted. "Yeah? Well all of us like seeing you wear them, so why don't we put on a little show for the boys?" He reached down and entered a finger in your pussy.

He chuckled, "So wet huh?". You whimpered "Please Don't stop Jaemin"

"Na Jaemin, you're staring" You said snapping him out of his trance. You couldn't bare his gaze on you, looking at you like he was gonna eat you. "It's not my fault you're so cute." Jaemin smirked

"Well then it's my mother's?!?" You said. Jaemin was inching closer and closer to you as your back hit the wall

"Kiss me right now, Y/N"

"Oh, there you are Y/N!" Renjun chirped "What are you doing to the poor girl, you man whore" Renjun said sassily

"Why didn't I close the door"

"N-nothing...man virgin" Jaemin snickered

"I AM NOT" Renjun said tilting his head a bit, "C'mon Y/N, lets do the laundry for our resident man whore" Renjun said making you giggle "Man whore". Jaemin rolled his eyes at you

Day 5/14, 6:57 pm

"Where the HELL is Donghyuck!" You yelled

"I dunno" they all said in unison, so you decided to call Mark

"Mark?"

"What's up?" He answered, "Do you know where Hyuck is?". Mark sighed, "He's not my responsibly Y/N"

"Sure does seem like it" You said before hangging up. His room light was closed so you didn't think to check, but you'd rather be safe than sorry. "Donghyuck?" You knocked as you swung the door open.

You shrieked

"Hey, baby" He cooed before he went back to jerking off "Care to watch?" he asked making it sound more like a demand

"I think I'll..."

"Stay? Yep, that's what I thought"

So you watched Donghyuck, jerking off to you, for 15 minutes

"Y-y/n ah!" He said as cum leaked out of his dick. Donghyuck got cleaned up leaving you at a loss of words

"You're welcome, sweetheart" He said grabbing your chin making you look up at him

"yA! Y/N, Jaemin needs you in the kitchen cause he burnt one of the frying pans" Jeno said opening the door

"Tell him I'll be right there"

"Bye bye, sweetheart" Donghyuck cooed causing Jeno glare at him

Day 6/14, 9:32 am

Jeno knocked on your door

"The only considerate one"

"Hey, I'm gonna go to take a shower" He held up one finger to stop you from saying anything. "I'm telling you this so you don't think you're home alone because..." Jeno was hesitant, making you realize what he knew

"LEE JENO-"

"Mmm, Jeno, Fuck! Jaemin! A-ah Renjun! S-shit, Donghyuck, M'gonna-" He moaned trying to recreate what you sounded like that one time you thought you were home alone

"JENO FORGET ABOUT THAT!" You screamed in embarrassment making him chuckle. "It's ok babe, nothing to be ashamed of all of us have done it with you in our head" He said walking off while giggling

"Shit, my face is red, hold up, where's my phone?"

You looked everywhere so you accidentally thought Jeno's phone was causing you to read the notifications displayed

[Nana Jaems]: So we're gonna ignore the fact we all jerk off to y/n?

[Injoon]: Well do you expect us to go up to her and say "You're fucking hot in thoes shorts and you're hot and nice so wanna fuck?"

[Nana Jaems]: Isn't that what we have to do tho?

[DngHyk]: Or ya know you could just hide in your room and wait for her to catch you jerking off? Thats what I did yesterday. Be jealous hoes

[Nana Jaems]: No way!

[Injoon]: Well shouldn't we wait for what Jeno has to tell us?

[Nana Jaems]: Yeah, AND WHY HAVENT YOU COME BACK WITH THE MILK YET LEE DONGHYUCK

[DngHyk]: Calm your titties, I'm going

"Whatcha' doin'?" Jeno asked, clearly fresh from the shower. "Oh, I was looking for my phone and thought this was m-mine. whydontyouhaveashirton?"

"Why don't I have a shirt on? I just came out of the shower, babe. Gimme my phone" He said as you handed it to him

He read the messages and smirked. "How long did you have my phone for?". You shrugged "I picked it up when you came out of the bathroom" You said still flustered, Jeno nodded

"M'kay" He said looking at you with a dark glint in his eye before walking to his room

"damn, he looks good with glasses"

"Y/N, stop checking me out" He smirked

"I-i am not, you stop" You defended making hin shrug "Meh, I kinda like doing it though. It's a...good view" He said with a cocky smirk you wanted to wipe right off of his face

"Whatever"

Day 7/14, 2:42 am

You attempted walking down the stairs as quietly as possible

"Y/N?" Renjun said sitting at the dining table

"Renjun? Why are you up this early in the morning?" You questioned

He shrugged "I like going to bed at like 4"

"4 hours of sleep?" You said in disbelief

"Gives me my personality" He said winking making you laugh "I guess that makes sense"

"Renjun?" you asked, "Can you tell me a day you'll never forget?"

He thought for a second

"Maybe, when I first bought this place with the rest of the guys, or when you moved in. The day me and the guys bought this house we weren't told that there was 5 bedrooms instead of 4, but we didn't know. We just thought this place was expensive for no apparent reason." He laughed, "First Jaemin and Hyuck thought it could just be a guest bedroom or something, but Jeno was like, "

"Nooo, I want it as my workout room!" Jeno cried making the others scoff. Renjun quickly stepped in before this became a fight and only Jeno and Jaemin were left fighting eachother. "Here, why don't we get a roommate? They can pay 1/5 just like the rest of us?" Renjun suggested. They all nodded, "I know who can be our roommate! Lemme call Y/N!" Jaemin said happily as the whispers about how was a girl supposed to live with 4 boys went on between them as Jaemin was on the phone with you. "Looks like we got a roommate" Jaemin said happily. "Isn't Y/N a girl though?" Jeno questioned. "Yeah, but she's willing to also cook for us, and you." Jaemin said making Jeno shrug.

"What does happen when Jeno amd Jaemin are left fighting eachother?" You questioned. Renjun laughed, "It's not very pretty, and it goes on for a while".

"So is it like a physical fight?" You asked still confued, Renjun nodded. "Geeze"

"What about you Y/N, a day you'll never forget"

"Y/N HIIIIII! COME HERE!" Jaemin shouted from the door step, "I'll get your bag, go meet the rest of them!" Jaemin said already picking up a luggage. You looked in the direction of the house. There was a boy leaning against the doorframe, another one standing on the other side, and one who was in the back. Jaemin yelled at them making them walk over to you. First it was the one with his arms crossed leaning against the doorframe

"Hi, I'm Jeno"

"That one looks intimidating"

"Hi, I'm Renjun"

"He's kinda short compared to the rest of them"

"Did you really think that I was short?" Renjun questioned, interrupting your story. "Yes, and I still think you are"

"Hello, I'm a 10, I'm Donghyuck"

"Thank you for shoving that fact in my face, he seems full of himself"

"Go show Y/N her room" Jaemin said exitedly. While you were getting sitiuated in your room you overheard their conversation in the kitchen downstairs. "So..." Jeno started, "Can we fuck her?". Jaemin choked on his water only to find his roommates all staring at him seriously. "W-what, I mean- S-sure, ask her?"

"Did you really hear that?" Renjun asked, shoked. You nodded your head, "Every word" you smiled.

Jaemin was trying to tip-toe to the fridge while the both of you were staring at him

"Oh, hi"

Day 8/14, 9:15 am

"Y/N, would you let any of us fuck you?" Jeno asked while the both of you were eating breakfast. You thought for a second.

"Sure" You shrugged, "Maybe you though". Jeno's eyes lit up, "Me?".

You nodded, "Why not? You seem like the only responsibe one along with Renjun"

"What about me?" Renjun questioned. "She'd let you fuck her"

"But I wanna fuck her!" Donghyuck and Jaemin said in unison. "There's only 1 of me and 4 you, and I'm trying to eat or god's sake" You said glaring at the two boys infront of you.

Day 8/14, 9:22 pm

It was Monday movie night with Jeno and Jaemin as per usual, despite the fact of Jeno's hand in your shorts. "You make a sound, and I'll take this blanket off of you letting everyone see what a dirty girl you are. Understand me?" Jeno whispered. You nodded, "But I guess it wouldn't really matter since they already know you're such a dirty girl". Jeno chuckled, "Only for us though, right?". You nodded your head again, your breathing quickening as Jeno's fingers curled inside of you. "Good". His fingers worked their way in and out of you eventually leading you to start to clench on them. "You gonna cum? You're clearly clenching around them, am I that good, babe?" Jeno taunted. "Y-yeah, J-jeno, please let me cum" you plead. He nodded his head causing you to make a mess on his fingers. "Such a good girl for me" Jeno said licking his fingers clean.

Jaemin cleared his throat, "You two are quite the shamelss people" he said causing you and Jeno to look at him.

"Don't act like I didn't know what you two were doing. How dare you not let me have some fun too?" Jaemin said in utter disbelief.

"Here," Jeno said picking you up and placing you on his bed, "Let's have some fun with her then"

Jaemin let out a dark chuckle, "C'mon princess, let us play with you". They both started removing the very little clothing you had on along with theirs. "Open up, babe" Jeno said with his fingers held out infront of you. "Spread your legs, princess" Jaemin instruced behind you.

Spank

"Wider" He demanded

#nct smut #nct fluff #nct angst #nct #nct dream #nct dream smut #jeno #renjun #jaemin #chenle #jisung #haechan #donghyuck #jeno smut #na jaemin smut #na jaemin #renjun smut #haechan smut

[demig00ddess]

Sleeping Beauty

Charlie Weasley x MC

Warning: huge spoilers for Year 6 Chapter 18!

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CHAPTER FOUR

THE CONSEQUENCES OF DEATH

    1989.     Middle of the first semester.     The quill in the hands creaked monotonously, writing words on the paper. Professor Binns’ voice and the stifling atmosphere of the office were slowly putting in the trance. Emma bit her cheek more painfully and continued to take notes on the lecture.     Behind the farthest desk, Binns’ rustling voice was hard to hear, so Emma regularly consulted the textbook. Two seats were empty in the first rows. One of them is next to Penny, there was always Rowan. The second — next to Charlie, he occupied it for Emma every lesson. Today Emma quietly slipped into the office just before the start of the lecture so as not to meet with her classmates.     Penny sat down next to Charlie and whispered something in his ear. For some reason, Emma felt as if she had swallowed the bubotuber pus. She shook her head, for sure it seemed to her because of fatigue. She was satisfied with the back seat, but the fact that someone else was sitting in her place next to Charlie was a little annoying. Charlie listened to Penny and nodded absently. He looked around uneasily, trying to see someone or something. Emma was glad that she was safely hidden from the front desks by the backs of her classmates.

    “… delegated authority to Wizn… Wesegn… to Wizengamot.” Emma stubbornly wrote down the professor’s words, despite the fact that her hands were shaking and big blots remained on the parchment.     She felt sleepy, but she could not afford to fall asleep. There was a bright flash of green light in front of closed eyes. The Dreamless Sleep Potion they had been brewing on Potions had run out. The dose from the hospital wing that Madame Pomfrey had advised not to overuse had ended too. But after such a sleep, she got up even more tired.     A flash of green and Rowan’s body falls right in front of her. The friend’s eyes are wide open in surprise, her mouth is slightly open in a silent scream. “Debt collected.” Emma could not bear it, she woke up with a cry and tears in her eyes. The silencing charms she put on her bed every night kept her from waking an already worried Liz. Whatever Merula said, the same charms were imposed on her bed, she could not afford to be considered weak by anyone, not even Izmelda.     Every time Emma closed her eyes, there was a green flash and the body of her best friend fell in front of her. At first, it was only memories of Rowan, but then a deadly beam hit Ben, and he fell dead in front of Emma. Merula died next, then Charlie, Penny, Barnaby, Bill, Tonks. Her friends threw themselves under a killing spell, and she could only watch their lifeless bodies fall to the ground. Emma tried to revive Jae and Badeya, begged Tulip to get up, but they were all dead.     Charlie turned around again and Emma looked away. There was her own cry in her ears when a green beam hit him when the red head hit the ground and her tears fell on the freckles on his still warm face.

    Emma doubled over to stifle the pulling pain and rumbling in her stomach. After eating, she felt sleepy, but she couldn’t sleep. After lights out, she would sit up in the Slytherin common room with her books and send especially curious juniors to the bedrooms.     Most of the teachers averted their eyes from her as if they didn’t want to disturb her. Snape gave her an incomprehensible look as she submitted an essay on the Draught of Living Death a foot longer than he demanded. And Flitwick freed her from homework, after, because of trembling hands, she conjured not a small fountain of water, but a real tsunami, flooding the office.     During the day, Emma wandered and loitered about the castle, avoiding familiar faces. She shunned talking, trying to hide in a niche or take refuge in some class. She felt that some part of her had died and now she could not exist normally. She wandered half-dead.

    An idea came to the head like lightning. Half-dead! Surely! How the thought didn’t occur to her at once. Emma jotted down hastily Binns’ last words.     “Professor! Professor Binns, please wait!” Emma made her way through classmates.     “Um, Underwood? Do you want anything?”     Emma hesitated a little, she didn’t think what exactly she would ask the teacher. The classroom was empty and she finally found the words.     “Professor, I wanted to know about Rowan, Rowan Khanna. She always said that she wanted to be the youngest professor at Hogwarts. Um — Couldn'tshestayherelikeyou?”     “Excuse me?”     “Couldn’t she become a ghost? I mean, you came back to teach students, she could come back too. She would have come up with everything, finish her studies, and then began to teach. I’m sure Professor Dumbledore would have let her! She could have stayed here! Haven’t you… haven’t you seen her?”     Emma blurted it all out in one breath, afraid that the professor would interrupt her. Binns adjusted his glasses and for the first time looked at Emma like that, with the keen, clear gaze that Emma often saw in Dumbledore.     “Miss Khanna was a gifted witch. And for all her love of teaching, she was drawn to explore and learn something new.” Emma stared at the old professor. “So rest assured, Miss Underwood, she went ahead.”     “Went ahead? Where did she go?”     “Unfortunately, I do not possess these facts. But you should know she’s not coming back. I’m sorry, this is a big loss for Hogwarts.” Binn turned and walked through the board.     “For Hogwarts,” Emma repeated. It seemed to her that Rowan had died a second time, again in front of her eyes. She had already seen her friend, ethereal, pearl-silver, but talking to her and laughing. But Rowan went ahead.     Emma stuffed a quill and blob-strewn lecture notes into her bag. She wanted to hide somewhere, in Moaning Myrtle’s toilet or a dark closet. She had no strength to return to the common room.

    At the exit from the class she was caught by someone’s strong hands, Emma jerked sharply, holding a wand to the attacker's neck. She could feel her heart pounding thumping deep in her head. “I have to defend myself.”     “Emma,” Charlie gently moved the trembling wand away from his neck. Emma freed herself from his grasp and dashed down the hallway.     “Emma! I want to talk! Please!”     “Not now, Charlie,” she wanted to hide quickly. Charlie caught up with her and gently turned her around. He didn’t insist but asked. There was not a drop of pity in his bright eyes, they were full of concern. He examined her carefully as if trying to see if she had done something bad to herself.     “You were right,” Emma turned her gaze into his boots. “You better stay away from me. Everyone should stay away from me.”     She turned and walked away. She had already lost one friend and couldn’t bear to lose someone else. Charlie caught up with her again and grabbed her into his arms.     “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should never have said those words to you. You are my — You’re my best friend and I will be by your side. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there for you.”     Emma shook her head, pulling back.     “Your brothers — ”     “My brothers will support me,” Charlie interrupted her, he was confident in his words. His eyes said that he would not let anyone else hurt her. Emma felt her eyes fill with tears. The students scurried along the corridor and Emma again had a keen desire to hide.     “Come with me,” Charlie whispered in her ear.

    They walked and walked until they came to a sprawling tree near the lake, scaring several of the Hufflepuff freshmen out of there. Charlie hit the ground first, rummaged in his bag, pulled out the sandwiches wrapped in a napkin, and handed it to Emma.     “How long have you not eaten?”     “A couple of days, maybe more,” Emma sat down next to him and sniffed at the sandwiches. “How did you know?”     “Couldn’t find you in the Great Hall.”     Emma took a bite of her sandwich and put it aside, feeling nauseous. Charlie looked at her closely but said nothing. They sat in silence for a few minutes, Emma bit by bit on the sandwich to keep from getting sick.     “I spoke to Nearly Headless Nick. Also asked about… this.”     “What did he say?”     “The same as Binns.”     Emma felt a tear roll down her cheek.     “I saw Rowan’s parents yesterday, they came to pick up her things. I visited them every summer. They loved her so much…”     Emma burst out, talking and talking, ignoring the tears. Charlie just sat there and listened. When Emma finished and exhaled helplessly, he leaned her head on his shoulder and began to speak. He told her stories that he had heard from his mother as a child. He talked about the books he had read. Emma lay on his shoulder and listened, inhaling the scent of grass, honeysuckle, and something else very familiar. She didn’t notice as her eyes began to close, and Charlie’s voice seemed to ring out farther and farther.

    She didn’t get much sleep, Emma woke up from her own scream, she was tossing around, not knowing where she was. She was choking on tears and couldn’t breathe, it seemed that someone had sucked all the air out of her lungs.     “Shh. I’m here, everything is fine,” Charlie’s quiet and soft voice rang out over her ear. He put his arm around Emma, stroking her hair soothingly. She sobbed and grabbed his hand, afraid to let go.     “Do you want me to tell a tale about the fountain of Fair Fortune?” asked Charlie a few minutes later, when Emma calmed down. She nodded.     “Jacob used to tell me this story when I couldn’t sleep.”     “Now you need to sleep too. I’m not such a good storyteller, but I hope you like it. High on a hill in an enchanted garden, enclosed by tall walls and protected by strong magic, flowed the Fountain of Fair Fortune…”

    When Emma woke up, the sun was already setting, she was lying on Charlie’s lap, covered by his jacket. Charlie himself was reading a book, only wearing a sweater. Emma jumped awkwardly and blushed.     “Did you get some sleep?” Charlie pulled out a blade of grass tangled in her hair. The tips of his ears turned pink. Emma nodded in surprise, she slept for hours without nightmares. “You smiled in your sleep. I missed it, your smile I mean.”     Emma flushed and hastily turned away, pretending to straighten her clothes. She vaguely remembered what she had dreamed, but Charlie was definitely there. “Well, he’s your friend, the others must have been in the dream too,” she told herself.

    Charlie had already packed his things, got to his feet and gave her a hand. Emma got up, too, and handed him his jacket.     “Don’t,” Charlie threw the jacket over her shoulders. “You can freeze after sleep.”     “Are we going to the castle yet?” Emma tried to hide the disappointment in her voice.     “We’re in time for dinner. Sit down at the Gryffindor table, okay? You need to eat, and you're boycotting food.” Emma’s stomach purred in agreement. Charlie gave her a bribing look, “Penny also wanted to sit with us while we are allowed.”     “Oh,” at the mention of Penny, appetite disappeared.     “Oh?” Charlie asked. “Did you have a fight?”     “No, I didn’t mean that.” Emma said, not understanding why she was angry at Penny. She always supported Emma and wished only the best for her.     They walked in silence for a few minutes, lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Emma broke down.     “You and Penny have become very close, haven’t you?”     “Yes,” Charlie said simply. “Especially recently. We spend a lot of time together.”     “Oh,” Emma said again, and they both fell silent.

    An unpleasant weight filled Emma’s chest, making her difficult to breathe. She noticed this even during their trip to Romania, but then she wasn’t up to it, she was too keen on their adventure. But since… since the moment… Emma couldn’t bring herself to say what had happened even in her thoughts. For the last couple of weeks, Charlie and Penny have hardly ever parted, and for some reason it hurt her.     Emma was happy for her friends, she loved both Penny and Charlie, as friends, of course. And it was great that they got together. Something was still gnawing at her, but Emma brushed the thought away. She didn’t want to be selfish, and even more she didn’t want to interfere with the happiness of her best friends. Especially in these times.

    “Glad for you,” Emma said already at the castle.     “Sorry?” Charlie snapped out of his thoughts.     “I’m glad for you and Penny, that you’re getting close,” she explained, trying to avoid Charlie’s gaze.     “Thank you,” Charlie looked surprised, letting her into the Great Hall.     “I’ll eat at my table,” Emma said sullenly.     “But — ”     “I’ll eat, I promise. I just… want to eat at my usual place. Alone,” she added hastily, noticing that Charlie had something to say. He nodded and gave her a confused smile.     “Then I’ll see you later, right?”     They went in opposite directions, joining their classmates. A few minutes later, Penny entered the Great Hall and went straight to the Gryffindor table. Charlie said something to Penny, who was smiling contentedly. Emma poked at the broccoli with her fork and looked away from the chatting couple.

    After dinner, Emma hurried down to the dungeons, once again avoiding her friends, and began to write an essay on the Orion constellation. It wasn’t until she was getting ready for bed that she realized that she hadn’t given Charlie his jacket back. Already in bed, having applied a silencing charm, Emma picked up the jacket in her hands, pondered for a couple of seconds and wrapped herself in it, curling up on the bed. The familiar smells immediately enveloped her, and she closed her eyes.     “Cinnamon” flashed through her head in the dream. The smell that haunted her for a long time was the light scent of cinnamon. It smelled like that at home when, years ago, her dad made cinnamon rolls, according to grandmother’s recipe. Emma buried her nose in the jacket and fell asleep with a smile on her face.

    It was the second time in two weeks that she had no nightmares.

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[sunmoonandeddie]

don’t forget to sing

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 4,973

summary: You meet someone new in the most unlikely of ways during the quarantine in New York City.  An alley is six feet apart, right?

chapter warnings: swearing, mention of sickness

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a/n: Let me know what you think!

This was just fucking perfect.

Of course.  Of course you’d move to New York City three weeks before a fucking pandemic.  Cities were a cesspool for illness, and the Big Apple was no exception.

Your dreams of going out and exploring the city and finding little spots that you could call your own now that you were a real New Yorker and not just a tourist anymore were gone.  You’d been so busy unpacking and getting set up at your new job that you’d only gotten to go out for groceries.

And now all of New York City was shut down.  Broadway was closed, for heaven’s sake.  You couldn’t remember a time when that had ever happened in your lifetime.

It was mildly terrifying.  And by mildly, you meant extremely.

Thankfully, your job was primarily online anyway.  You were a playwright and you were basically an intern and assistant for Tony Kushner, possibly one of the greatest playwrights of all time.

But you were lonely.  At least before you were ordered to stay home, you could go out and get a little human interaction at the grocery store, even if the cashier was just telling you your total.  But now, everyone at the grocery store eyed each other warily.  Like you’d infect them with the virus at any second.

Which, it was possible.  It was why you only went late at night in order to avoid most of the crowds.  And also why you’d sewn a mask out of an old t-shirt in order to protect yourself.  And also why you’d stocked up on groceries so you wouldn’t have to go for about two weeks.

“I don’t know,” you said as you held the phone to your ear, wandering back and forth in your tiny little apartment.  Your best friend was on the other side, a thousand miles away.  “It’s getting really bad here.”

And, of course, she could try to understand, but Hope was all the way across the country.  She’d gotten a job in her hometown in California after graduation.  “I think we’re starting to head that way, too.  Are you going to be okay?”

“I think so,” you said, trying to be cheerful as you sat at your desk, pulling your knees up to your chest.  “I’m used to being alone, remember?  I’m a writer.  All I need is coffee and my laptop and I’m ready to hibernate.”

Hope let out a sigh, and you could hear the creak of her bed as she laid down.  “I don’t know.  I just think that maybe you should come out here.”

“I can’t.  I don’t have that kind of money.  And I just got here.  I don’t want to run away at the first sign of trouble,” you said as you opened up your laptop.  “Besides, I’m probably safer here locked away in my apartment by myself than I would be in your big house with you, your parents, and Scott.  Your parents work in a lab with hundreds of other people.  They have no idea if any of them have it.  It’d probably be safer for you to come stay here with me.”

“Me in that shoe box?” She scoffed.  “As if.”

Your laptop whirred to life as you ran your finger back and forth over the mouse pad.  “We talked about this.  You’re a California girl.  I’m New York.”  A smirk settled over your face as you cradled the phone between your ear and your shoulder, typing in your password.  “Two households, both alike in dignity—”

“Jesus, theatre kids are the worst,” she muttered.

You barked out a laugh as you pulled up your latest word document.  “I’m a grown woman, you know.”  You reached over your desk and opened up the curtains, figuring you could use a little change of scenery, even if it was just the apartment building across the alley.  The red brick was illuminated by the setting sun, the sky painted in shades of orange and gold.

There’s a tense pause between the two of you.  There’s a lot of unspoken words.

The both of you know that this is serious.  People are dying and there’s nothing the two of you can really do except hope and stay inside as much as possible and wash your hands.  And this is the first time the two of you have lived apart since your sophomore year of university.  It’s a big change and of course, all this happens right when you’re on your own.

“Are you going to be okay?” Hope asked, her voice cracking.

Taking in a shaky breath, you rest her head in your hand.  “Yeah.  Yeah, I’ll be okay.  You just worry about staying healthy yourself, okay?  And take care of your parents.”

Her parents were both a little older, and they were at risk with everything going around.  They’d become your second family in the years since you’d first met Hope, and had even let you live with them for a while after graduation while you saved up for your move to New York City.  Hell, they’d paid for you to come spend school breaks with them.  They were your family.

And now you were all alone with no way to get to them.  Even if you did want to fly, all incoming and outgoing flights were being canceled.  They hadn’t officially announced that they’d be closing the airports, but it was coming.

A light in the apartment across the alley from yours flicked on, and your eyes were immediately drawn to it.

“Oh…,” you breathed out, accidentally cutting off what Hope was saying.

“What?”

“There’s a…  There’s a man.”

“A man?!  We are in a pandemic!  There’s no dating in a pandemic!”

You went quiet as your elbow rested on your desk, your chin in your hand.  “He’s… gorgeous.”

And gorgeous, he was.  He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower, with the towel swung low on his hips.  Dark hair was smattered across his broad chest like some hero on the cover of a trashy romance novel.  He ran his fingers through his long, damp hair as he opened up the drawers of his dresser, picking out boxers and sweats.

“God…  He looks like he just walked off a photoshoot with, like… Vogue,” you said quietly.  Drool was starting to drip from the corner of your mouth, you were so entranced.

“Wait…  Really?” Hope said, her voice rising.  “I need details!  Now!”

Brows furrowed, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.  “You have a boyfriend.”

“Who I haven’t gotten to see in over a week.  Scott is the love of my life, but I need to live vicariously through you,” she said.  “The most romance we have right now is when his internet actually works and we get to FaceTime.”

You were in a trance, just watching him move around his room.  “You know how cute I thought Jimmy Woo was?  He was in my Econ class and then we went on, like… two dates?”

“Yeah.”

“I would feed Jimmy Woo to a pack of hyenas if this man asked me to.”

But of course, nothing good could last.  Your elbow slipped off the edge of the desk and your face slammed down onto the wood.  “Oh, my god,” you groaned as you fell to the ground, clutching your mouth.  “Holy fuck…”

Hope was shouting at you through the phone, demanding to know whether or not you were okay.  She was more frantic than you’d ever heard her.

Pulling your hand away from your face, you winced as you saw the dark red blood.  “Shit. Shit, shit, shit…”  You didn’t think you’d knocked out a tooth, thank god.  You were sure that you’d be able to feel that.  “Yeah…  I think I’m okay.”  You started to pull yourself up, glaring at the blood that was on the edge of the desk.

But when you found the Most Handsome Man in the World staring at you from his window, looking just as worried as Hope sounded in his towel, you quickly ducked back down, willing him to go away.  You don’t think you’d ever been so embarrassed.

“Hope, I’m going to throw myself from the Brooklyn Bridge,” you hissed into the phone as you sat on the floor, leaning against your desk.  “He saw me bust my face open!  Or he heard it!”

There’s a pause, and then a snort.  “You have to admit, it’s kinda funny.  And the type of thing that would only happen to you.”

“Gee, I’m so happy you’re having fun with this,” you said.

You stayed down there for an extraordinarily long time, hoping to whatever god was out there that he’d stop looking.  When you finally emerged from your hiding place, you found that he was watching a movie with his bedroom light off, his eyes completely focused on the television.

And there was a whiteboard leaning against the window, messy scrawl in blue marker.

Hope you didn’t hurt yourself too bad!!  And I’m glad you enjoyed the show ;)

More than a little appalled at how blatant he was, you grabbed a piece of notebook paper and a Sharpie, writing out your reply before sticking it to the window with a piece of tape.

Nothing but a busted lip and broken pride :(

You shut your curtains, carefully cleaning your wound before getting to work on your latest writing assignment.  Though occasionally, you could remember the strange interaction and a smile would creep across your face.

Which would then cause you to wince in pain as the cut on your lip came open again.

Right before you went to bed, you peeked out of your curtains to see if he’d replied again.

Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone what I saw :)  Goodnight!

You quickly wrote out a reply, taping it up before heading to bed.

Pinky promise?  Goodnight!

When you woke up, there was already another note left for you, and the man seemed to be gone.

Good morning!  I hope your lips feel better!

You had no idea when he’d be back or why the hell he’d left.  It was a pandemic after all.

Granted, a lot of people still had to work in this whole mess.  It was ridiculous.

Feeling a little bold, you wrote out a message.

You wanna kiss it better?

But you quickly crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it away.  Despite the fact that you’d seen him almost completely naked the night before, you didn’t know him.  He’d only said three sentences to you so far, and they were written out.

It was the quarantine equivalent of sliding into someone’s direct messages on Twitter or Instagram.

Should you even reply?  He was…  He was the kind of guy you saw on Love Island.  Too perfect and too ripped and sweet and mysterious and friendly, all at the same time.

You’d been getting into a lot of shows you wouldn’t have watched before while quarantined.  You’d watched the entire first season of the American version of the show, and you’d probably start the United Kingdom version sometime that day.  It wasn’t like you had anything better to do.

“Have you written back to him?” Hope asked as you set up your laptop on your desk, pulling up Spotify.

“What?” You asked, your phone cradled between your ear and your shoulder.  “No.  It was a one time thing.  It’s done.”  Before she could reply, you said your goodbyes and hung up.  You really needed to clean and that wasn’t going to happen if you chattered away on the phone with Hope like you usually did.

Music blasted from your laptop’s speaker after you hit play, and you threw open the window, letting the late winter air in.  It had started to get really stuffy in your apartment and you needed something to do other than work and binge watching or you’d go insane.

You didn’t even notice that your neighbor that lived across the alley had come home, and was watching you with a delighted smile on his face.

You were half-dancing, half-cleaning, belting out the lyrics without a care as you got more and more into it.  “Didn’t even know it!  No punches left to roll with!  You got to keep me focused!  You want it?  Say so!” You sang, twirling around with your trash can in hand as you picked up all the various little items.  “Let me check my chest, my breath right quick!  He ain’t ever seen it in a dress like this!  He ain’t ever even been impressed like this!”

Unseen by you, the mysterious stranger took a few steps forward, grateful that he’d left his window open.

“Prolly why I got him quiet on the set like zip!  Like it, love it, need it bad!  Take it, own it, steal it fast!  Boy, stop playin!’  Grab my ass!  Why you acting like you—”  You turned around, breaking off with a squeak as you saw him standing there watching you, your trashcan and an empty mug in hand.  You were completely frozen as he stared at you with a slight smile, leaving you a deer in headlights.

Suddenly, you were hyper aware of just how awful you looked.  Your hair hadn’t been washed, or your face.  You were wearing a men’s two XL hoodie that you’d stolen from some guy you’d fucked for a few months in college and a pair of sweatpants that you’d had since you were on the middle school track team that were still too long in the feet.  You’d done shot put and discus.

Why the fuck were you thinking about shot put and discus?  You hadn’t thought about it over twelve years.  It wasn’t like you were ever any good at it.

The Most Handsome Man in the World was staring at you, holding a takeout box at a mug of tea.  But at least he was fully dressed, even if that didn’t awake away from how attractive he was.  “Hey,” he said with an easy smile.

“Hi.”  Your voice cracked as you spoke, and you’d never wanted to slam your head against the wall more.  How could you be this much of a fucking loser?

“I like your music choice.  Who is that?” He asked curiously as he set his food on the bed, kicking off his shoes before sitting down.

Yeah, he was definitely just as attractive fully clothed as he was naked, which was truly a feat in itself.  Surely there was some kind of award for that, right?

You realized you’d been staring at him in silence and coughed, replying, “Doja Cat.”

“How’s your lip?”

“Good.”

“Good.”

The two of you stared at each other, him happily munching on the chicken nuggets he’d picked up.  You hadn’t moved an inch.

“I’m James,” he said after swallowing.  “But my friends call me Bucky.”

You gave him your name as you slowly moved a few steps closer, sitting down in your desk chair and pulling your knees up to your chest.  “What kind of a name is Bucky?”

He chuckled, dipping his next nugget into the sweet and sour sauce.  “My middle name is Buchanan.  My best friend, Steve, started calling me Bucky when we were in kindergarten, and I don’t know… it just stuck.”

“I mean…”  You shrugged, wrapping your arms around her legs.  “‘S alright.  I like James though.”

“You can call me James.”

“Oh.  Okay.”

It felt intimate, somehow.  Calling him by his first name.

The quarantine was forcing people to revert back to Victorian ways of social conduct.  If you were lucky, you’d get your own Mr. Darcy.

But with the sweats you had on, it was more than likely that you’d end up an old spinster.

How did he find it so easy to talk to a complete stranger?  Granted, you were a lot less intimidating than he was.

“How’s your lip?” He asked, his head tilting to the side as he peered over at you.  “You don’t need stitches, right?”

There was an unspoken worry there.  Needing stitches meant you’d probably go without, since all the hospitals were so backed up with those that had fallen ill.  And going to the hospital just meant you’d risk your own health by coming in close contact with those going to get treated for Covid-19.

“If you do, I have a first aid kit I keep here in my apartment with the stuff to do stitches,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.  “But I wouldn’t exactly be able to come over there to help you.  You’d have to do the stitches yourself.”

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him.  “Why do you have the stuff to do stitches in your first aid kit?  I did see this one episode of one of those crime shows where they used safety pins to hold a gash open, but I can’t remember what show it was.”

Mirth sparkled in his eyes as he watched you.  “I’m a nurse.”

“Oh,” you said, relaxing.  But then you remembered, and your heart sank.  “Oh.  I… James.”

James looked rather sheepish as he looked down at his feet.  “It’s nothing really.  But I can’t use the elevator since it would risk someone being in an enclosed space with me.  So… you know.  I don’t really need leg day, right?”  He let out a weak laugh, clearly trying to blow it off.  “I’m not allowed to use the gym anymore.  Not that I would.  I don’t want to risk infecting anyone, even if I don’t have it yet.”

The way he said ‘yet’ hurt your heart.  He knew the position he was in, how dangerous it was.

There was nothing you could really say to him.  What the hell could you say?  Thank you for your service?  Technically, you could, but you remembered how your dad had felt about it.  He’d been a field doctor over in Afghanistan until he’d died on his fifth tour.

“I was just doing what needed to be done, sweetheart,” he’d said to you when you’d asked.  “Trying to save as many people as possible.  I don’t need thanks for that.”

But fuck.  James was going out everyday to fight an opponent that he couldn’t see.

“My lip is fine,” you said eventually, breaking the silence with a weak smile.

“Good,” he said, clearing his throat.  “I’ll let you get back to your solo concert.  I’ve gotta shower.”

Things went on as normally.  Or, at least, as normal as things could be in a time like that.  Only now, you had someone to talk to that wasn’t Hope every night.

He wouldn’t tell you about what it was like at the hospital though.  He’d get this far away look in his eyes and his face would pale.  “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about, darlin,’” he’d croon, a sad smile on his lips.  “You let me worry, and you just keep yourself safe and inside, okay?”

Sometimes you’d miss him.  He’d be at the hospital for days on end, sleeping in on-call rooms and eating from vending machines.  That’s when you’d leave little notes all over your window for him to read when he got back.

But then one day he came home and you could just tell that he was more worn down that usual.

“James?” You called out softly as you pushed the window open.  You hadn’t seen him in two days.  “Are you okay?”  You leaned half out the window, your elbows resting on the ledge.

He took in a shaky breath, his eyes squeezing shut as he willed himself not to cry.

“James?”  You’re about to repeat your question when he looks up, staring blankly at the wall.

“Steve has it,” he said quietly, his voice cracking.

Your heart stopped inside your chest.  “Oh.  Oh, James…,” you breathed out.

A few tears slipped down his cheeks, his hands clenched at his sides.  “I went into a room in the ER and there he was.”

You’d heard so many stories about his best friend since childhood that you felt like you knew Steve already.  Bucky had met him when they were just five years old, on the first day of kindergarten, and it’d been history from there.  But Steve had been sickly and small up until they were about seventeen, when he’d undergone some revolutionary clinical trial.  Fixing his heart and lungs had kick started his entire system and it was like everything magically went away.

“Not even that stupid treatment prevented him from getting sick,” Bucky said quietly.  “He looked…  He looked like he was on his deathbed.”

You paused, before crawling out of the window and out onto the fire escape.  “James, take my hand.”

You knew it was stupid.  It was really, really stupid.  He was around those with the virus daily, but he needed you.  You’d risk it to give him a little bit of comfort.

“What?” He said, looking at you like you’d grown a second head.  “No.  No.  I can’t.  What if I give it to you?”

“Then we’ll figure it out,” you said, insistently holding your hand out to him.  “Take my hand.”

Sniffling, he reached his hand out of his window and took yours, your fingers intertwining.  He took in a shaky breath, a fresh wave of tears coming on as he squeezed his eyes shut.  “I don’t know what to do,” he admitted after a long moment just holding your hand.  “I’m so fucking scared.  I don’t want to go in there day after day.  I know people need me but I…”  He looked up at you with sea glass eyes.  “I don’t want to die.”

“You’re not going to,” you said firmly, with as much conviction as you could muster up.  “You hear me?  You’re not going to die, and neither is Steve.  We’re going to make it through this.”

“Sometimes I just… hold their hand,” he said, so quiet you could barely hear.  “They’re dying alone.  Their family and friends aren’t allowed in to see them.  So I just… stay with them.  So they have someone there.”  Bucky lets his head fall into his chest, his shoulders slumping.  “And then I have to call the family to let them know.  And I just hope that maybe…  knowing I was there with them helps a little.  But it’s not the same.”

You tighten your grip on his hand, not daring to look down because you’re several stories up and if you lean a little too far, it would result in a trip to the hospital you can’t afford.  You haven’t been outside in days.

You don’t realize that you’re crying right along with him until you taste the salty brine of your tears on your lips.

“We’re going to be okay, James,” you said, though you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.  “This won’t last forever.  And I’m going to be here with you, okay?  No matter what happens.  I’m here.  I’ve got you.”

He squeezed your hand once more before letting go, nodding for you to go back inside.  “Go wash your hands.  Now.”

A smile creeps across your face as you surrender to his wishes, crawling back through your window.  “Yes, sir.”

He’s touch and go the next few days.  Sometimes he seems upbeat, positive even, about the whole situation.  Others…  Well.  He had plenty of reason to be down.

“You know, you’re a pretty good singer,” he commented one night.  He was sitting against the window, leaning his head against the frame.  You had climbed out onto the fire escape again with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.  “That night that I heard you singing to that song…  The Doja Cat one?  You’re good.”  His head tilted to the side in the way that a puppy might.  “Why don’t you sing more often?”

“I used to,” you said after a deep sigh.  “I used to sing a lot.  I was going to be a musical theatre actress.  But I got told so often that I was better at writing than performing so… I don’t know.  I guess I just decided it’d be better to pursue something I was better at.”

His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he looked at you.

You’d never had someone look at you the way he did.  Like he wanted to see all of you, like he craved it, needed it, even.  It was exhilarating.

“That doesn’t mean you stop singing.”  He moved to rest his chin in his palm.  “Even if you don’t become a performer professionally, you don’t stop singing.  Especially in times like these.”

“What?  Like those fake videos of people in Italy?” You asked with a snort.  A breeze wound through the alley and you tightened the blanket around you.  “The one that Katy Perry retweeted?”

“You know that’s not what I mean,” he said with an eye roll.  “My ma used to sing around the house.  Hearing you…  It made me feel like I was home again.  Just for a little while.”  He smiled slyly.  “And you have pretty sick dance moves.”

Groaning, you climbed back into your window, shooting a glare at him.  “You promised not to talk about my dancing!”

“It was cute!”

“Was not!”

“Was to!”

You took in a deep breath as you stared at him with narrowed eyes.  “No,” you said, pointing a finger at him.  “No, it’s not.”  Before he could reply, you started to shut the window, calling out, “Goodnight, James!”  The window shut with a definitive click and you winked as he flipped you the middle finger.

Steve came home three weeks later, completely clean of the virus.  The quarantine finally ended on May 22nd, 2020, the amount of cases down to maybe a hundred that were contained within the hospital.

In that time, you’d gone outside a total of six times to get groceries.  You’d gained ten pounds, even with the basic exercises you were doing in your apartment to keep you active.  You’d also saved up two thousand dollars, since you weren’t going out and you’d put a parental lock on your laptop and phone so you couldn’t go online shopping until further notice, but you were lucky in that way.  You had an extremely well-paying job that you could do online, and your boss wasn’t an asshole.

Millions of New Yorkers flooded the streets, crying and hugging and touching everyone.

You hadn’t been touched in so long.  The last time had been when you’d held Bucky’s hand on your balcony, and that had been the only time he’d allowed it since he didn’t want to get you sick.

He’d been lucky that he didn’t get it himself.  Most of those that had fallen ill were healthcare workers.  Overworked, tired healthcare workers.

You stepped out of the front doors of your apartment building, feeling an overwhelming sense of elation.  You’d already talked to Hope that morning on FaceTime.  Her and her parents were celebrating by going to their favorite restaurant that was allowing dine-in again.

Tears pricked your eyes as you watched the people around you.  It reminded you a little bit of those pictures of V-Day in New York City at the end of World War II.

But where was Bucky?

He’d been at work yesterday, and since you hadn’t seen him, it probably meant that he’d passed out in an on-call room instead of coming home.

But you needed to see him.  You didn’t care if he was all gross and greasy.  You just needed him.

You loved him.

Your eyes locked in on a familiar head of long, brown hair sticking a little bit above the crowd.  He was awful tall.  When he turned his head, it only confirmed it.  “JAMES!” You shouted, trying to break through the roar of the crowd.  “JAMES!”

His brows furrowed, his head turning a little towards the sound of his voice.  When his eyes landed on you they went wide as saucers, his lips forming your name even though you couldn’t hear him over the people.

The two of you pushed through the hordes of people, trying to reach one another.  When you finally broke through, you threw yourself into his arms, your arms wrapping around his neck as he twirled you around.  The both of you were crying happy tears, wide smiles on your faces.

“We made it,” you whispered, your voice cracking.  “We’re okay.”  You pulled back enough to cup his face, so many words you wanted to say getting caught in your throat.

But before you could say them, he pulled you into a kiss, one hand on the back of your head and the other on your hip.  Grinning against your lips, he dipped you just a little, holding you tight.  To passerby, it was a remnant of the iconic V-Day kiss.  But you couldn’t think about that.  All you could think about was Bucky.

“Hi,” he said softly as he pulled away, breathing heavily.

Your nose nudged against his as your eyes fluttered open.  “Hi.”

He stole another kiss, your heart skipping a beat inside your chest.  “You better not stop singing now that this is over,” he said quietly as he held you to him, refusing to let go.  “Can’t go a day without hearing your pretty voice.”

“You’re a sap.”

“Your sap.”

“My sap?!”

He had a cheeky smile as he looked at you, cupping your cheeks.  “Does this mean I can take you on a date now?”

You were lucky.  You knew people who got the virus, but none of them had died.  Others didn’t have the same luck unfortunately, and it was a tragedy.  But you don’t stop singing during dark times.  You just sing a little louder.

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