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nuvoloso · 1 year

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I'll be there.

Oikawa x masc reader (he/they)

Support is something I just know that silly little volleyball captain craves from a s/o. This is about somebody who tries their hardest to give him that, even if sometimes it's a swing and a miss.

This one's in first person, y/n is the soccer captain at seijoh, dating Oikawa, yeah yeah you get it. the little ~~ means change in view or time, it'll make sense as you read.

[Side note: I play soccer, so if I write in another sport, it's always gonna be that until somebody tells me to do something else so yeah slay]

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Spring was always a busy time for me, but especially so this year. The captain of the volleyball team, Oikawa Tōru, and I had (to the dismay of his many fans) started dating. Not only were they devastated because surprise! He's gay, but now he was also taken. I loved it though, they'd swarm him and I'd infiltrate their ranks, my lovely Tōru only embracing me, not giving those girls a second glance. Sometimes I'd play with them and flirt with him loudly, just to see how long before they got so jealous they had to leave. Honestly such a fun game to play.

Anyway, spring was crazy this year because Tōru had a ton of volleyball shit going on, and I had soccer tournaments too. We'd made each other promise when we got serious that we'd make it to each other's games whenever we had the chance. Of course we both understood the importance of keeping grades and appearances up since we both wanted to go into the athletic field post-grad. However, we also understood the importance of supporting each other, so we really did try our best.

Sometimes for me that meant if I knew I had a game the same day or I wouldn't be able to be there for whatever reason, I came to practices leading up to it or took him out to dinner afterwards.

When I could make it, despite not totally understanding everything, I cheered louder than anybody else when Tōru was up for serve or if he did something especially dazzling.

Today, he would be playing against Karasuno, which he was especially excited about. He had been telling me all about it yesterday, I guess there was this Kageyama kid that he went to junior high with that he'd be playing against for the first time. He said that during a practice match they'd had not long ago, Kageyama and some other kid had done some kind of super fast move that had upset a lot of players on the team. He was really looking forward to cracking down on them, it was almost scary.

"You'll be there today right?" He asked me, shutting the door to his locker. I was leaning up against the others next to his, thinking about my schedule today.

"I should be, unless something comes out of the blue. I'm not anticipating anything getting in the way though." He grinned at me, his smile infectiously making its way onto my face. "You better not be lame." I threatened, but he brushed it off and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the cafeteria so we could get lunch.

"I'm never lame, and this game is gonna be fast paced so even you will find it entertaining, I can almost promise it." His hand gripped mine tightly, like he always did when he was excited or determined.

I smiled at him as we made our way down the stairs, "Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it later."

As we got our food and looked around for a place to sit, a few others from the volleyball team were furiously waving us over to them. Tōru dragged me over to them, despite my wanting to sit with guys from my team.

"Y/n! Are you coming to the game tonight? Gonna watch us kick Karasuno's ass?" Iwaizumi asked, I guess Tōru wasn't the only one hyped for this game.

"I should be, I've got nothing on my schedule for later. Is everybody so excited for this thing? I thought Karasuno wasn't any good at volleyball anymore." The team all shook their heads, everyone started talking at once about different people on the team and what they could do, a lot of the conversation based around the freak duo.

The team continued to chatter away about the game and everything they were looking forward to, I just quietly listened, catching every third word. Tōru's games were always in the evening which was nice because it meant they were usually just after when I finished up at practice. But, it also meant I had to either shower and change in a massive hurry and bolt to the gym, or I had to just go in my soccer stuff, I did a healthy balance of both.

My mind had drifted to thinking about what drills we'd be doing today, hoping that it wasn't going to be a push day since I wanted to get cleaned up before the game later. I felt a hand on my shoulder, lightly shaking me which brought me back to the present.

"You in there somewhere, y/n?" Tōru asked, I cracked a smile and briefly apologized for spacing out. "Do you really find my favorite sport in the world so boring?" I couldn't immediately tell if he was joking or not, so I decided to play it safe and assume he was serious.

"Of course not, I was just thinking about the plan for practice today, I might try to convince coach to let us have a rest day so I can have time to clean up before I come watch. I'd never think volleyball was boring, you play it after all." He seemed to like that answer.

Soon enough, the bell had rang and we parted ways with the rest of his team and went back up to our classrooms. I walked with Tōru to his and lingered with him until I really needed to get to my own. He pouted as I left him, but I just laughed at the stupid look on his face and made my way out.

When I got to my own class I found a few of my teammates talking to each other, greeting me as I entered.

"Hey captain! Excited for later today?" One of them asked, I naturally nodded, assuming he was talking about the volleyball game later. It looked like he was going to say something else, but our teacher entered and they quickly dispersed getting back into their seats.

The later half of the day went by slowly, but eventually we were released. Alongside my few teammates that were in my class, we headed down to the school's main gym so we could get changed before getting out to the field. My team had an interesting energy today, it seemed like they were all pretty pumped for practice even though it was a regular day.

I didn't say anything though, and focused on getting changed and making sure all my stuff was good to go in case I needed to get out quickly to catch Tōru's game. Needless to say, I was very determined to make it to this one. I hadn't been able to make it to one of Tōru's real games in a while since they nearly always lined up with my own, or I had practice matches with other teams during them.

I knew Tōru was always a bit let down that I couldn't watch him play as often as he wanted me to, and I honestly couldn't blame him. I, of course, loved it when he came to my games to support me but never really affected me when he wasn't there, at least not as much as it did him. Since I couldn't honestly remember the last game I had made it to, I was absolutely going to make it to this one. Plus, Tōru was beyond excited for this match and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as he could.

When I made it out onto the field, the coach greeted me and I helped him finish setting up cones and getting the practice jerseys and water stations set up. Soon enough practice had started and things were pretty normal for the first half, it was when we were taking our larger break that I noticed something different.

The managers were handing out our official away uniforms, as if we were going to be playing a game. It was odd enough that we were getting our uniforms, but to be getting the away ones was even stranger. Generally, if we hosted a match or practice match, we got to wear our home jerseys, and the other team would compensate for that and wear whichever of theirs differed from ours the most.

It's not as if I didn't like our away jerseys, I liked them better than the normal teal and white ones for sure. The away's had to be decently different from the home's so they were mainly black with white and turquoise details.

As our manager handed me mine, I thought to ask her what we needed them for.

"I thought we weren't having any practice games today, why are you handing out the uniforms?" She gave me a weird look.

"You don't remember? Coach said that Date Tech would be coming over for a practice match today because it was the only day that worked for them. He sent out a mass email about it a few days ago, don't you check your emails?" God why? Of all the days they had to surprise me with a practice match it had to be today?

I sighed, "I guess I must've missed it, thank you though." She looked puzzled at my lack of excitement towards the match, but didn't ask about it. "Hey coach?" I called, getting up to meet him before I got changed.

"Yeah, what's up--is something wrong? You look a little distressed." I nervously wrung my jersey as if it wasn't already bone dry.

"I just, didn't realize we had a practice match today. How long do you think it'll go for?" Coach was surprised at my question, usually I wanted these matches to go on forever but asking when it was over was new.

"Well, it all depends on you guys. We'll start as soon as they get here, but we're going to do a full match. It's what? 16hr right now?" I checked my watch, nodding. "Ok so we'll probably be done right around 18hr, maybe earlier but it depends."

I pursed my lips, sighing quickly but thanking him for humoring my questions. Tōru's game starts at 17hr 30m, and he said they usually last about an hour. I might be able to catch the last half or so if I hurry.

I watched the Date Tech bus pull in, and silently begged them to just go faster. I had no time to waste, I needed this game to start as soon as possible.

Luckily with everyone's excitement surrounding the match, they wanted to get going too, and things started shortly after the visitors offloaded their bus. We greeted each other, and play began shortly after.

When half time rolled around it was just turning 17hr, which meant after our ten minute break, we really would be finishing right at 18hr. I pulled out my phone to shoot Tōru a text, though I was sure he wouldn't read it since he was likely getting ready for his match.

Y/n [hey I'm not going to be on time to the match, I got blindsided by a practice game. I might be able to see the later half or so of the match]

I was going to just put my phone away after I sent it, but I saw that he had read the message, and the dots that meant he was typing.

Tōru [hope you can make it <3]

That was all I got. And I could practically feel the tribulation on his end through the simple message. I threw my phone back into my bag and put my palms into my eyes for a few moments, until I could tell I was being watched.

"You ok y/n?" Someone asked, I moved my hands from my eyes and looked up towards the voice. It was our goalie, and he was offering me a hand up.

I groaned, "I was supposed to go to Tōru's match that starts in thirty minutes, but now I don't know if I'll make it. I promised him I'd be there too, but I had no clue we had a match today." He gave me a very knowing look.

"Ah, yeah I get it. My girl's on the tennis team and our schedules never line up. Maybe these clouds will start doing something interesting and we'll get released early." I looked up at the sky and noticed that he may be right. The clouds were dark and looked about ready to dump some rain on us, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it earlier.

I loved playing in the rain, I thought it was fun and challenging but the coaches definitely didn't feel the same way, they saw it more as a danger since it made everything so slick. We had a tent set up so our stuff was never at risk of getting drenched, but soccer was an outdoor game and the weather was unpredictable.

Play resumed again, and as we went on I could feel droplets of water setting on my skin. Just a little downpour, please. Just enough to let me get outta here soon. As if the sky was listening to me, the droplets doubled in size and quantity and soon rain was coating the field and everyone on it.

"Alright everybody, we're gonna stop here for today and we'll pick this up again another day! Get your things and get inside to dry off!" The coaches were yelling, everybody running to the sidelines to get their shit and leave. I was probably the fastest, checking my watch it was 17hr 50m which meant Tōru had been playing for at least twenty minutes, and I was gonna make it before it ended.

I grabbed my things and about as quickly as I could, changed out of my cleats and into an old pair of sneakers I only ever wore outside because I didn't care how dirty they got. I threw on my jacket and ran to the street in front of Seijoh to try to get a taxi so I didn't have to try to run to the Sendai City Gym.

That, was where my luck ran out. The streets were empty, not a taxi in sight which meant I had to call for one and wait for it to show up. Thankfully there was one nearby and it didn't take too long to show up but I was losing time. The driver handed me a towel she had on hand and told me to dry myself off as well as I could because she didn't want water all over her cab. I apologized profusely as I did my best to dry myself off.

We arrived at the gym a handful of minutes later, the kind taxi driver giving me a disposable umbrella she had, telling me to not get drenched again. I thanked her over and over while I gave her some cash for the ride, and ran as fast as I could to the gym's entrance. When I got there I quickly changed out of my disgusting shoes, shoving them into my bag and pulling out a cleaner pair of hightops to wear. I ran into the bathroom to take a look at myself, running my hands through my hair a few times and dabbing off some residual rain and sweat that I'd missed while in the taxi.

When I deemed myself mostly presentable I jogged through the building until I heard the sounds of volleyball. There were a few different sections that had teams going, and to my luck Tōru's was the last one I checked. I ran up the stairs leading to the bleachers, but didn't bother to find a seat, I just got as close as I could to where Tōru was on the court.

I looked at the score, it was the third set, and about in the middle from what I knew about the volleyball score system. I looked around the court, recognizing a few players on the other team from what I had heard, and noting the positions of everyone on Tōru's team.

To my joy, he was going in to serve next. I tried calling out to him, but the crowd of Seijoh supporters drowned me out. Luckily I caught Iwaizumi's eye, a grin appearing on his face when he realized that I'd made it. I couldn't hear anything he was saying, but as the team was quickly transitioning he got Tōru's attention and pointed up at me.

When his eyes met mine, I could immediately see a change in his demeanor, his eyes lighting up with a vigor unlike anyone else. He made a small heart with his hands as he walked back behind the court line, I returned the gesture, and Tōru started his serving routine.

The rest of the game flew by, it really was one of the most captivating volleyball games I'd seen. Both teams fought viciously; any bystander could feel the hunger between the two teams, but our team's skill was just higher than the other's. The match ended with Seijoh on top, 33-31, and upon their win I ran down to the entrance to the gym so I could meet Tōru.

I had been beyond crestfallen when I'd gotten the text from y/n saying that they had a practice match. It had been ages since they'd come to one of my games, so I was really looking forward to having him here, but I should've known that something would come up.

Iwa thinks that's why we lost the second set, because I thought y/n would have arrived by then, but ultimately didn't show. If I'm being honest, I had given up on them showing up, I knew he wouldn't abandon his team or a practice match just to watch my game.

To say I was shocked when Iwa yelled at me to look in the stands, is a major understatement. When I saw them there, waving and smiling at me from the stands, nearly falling into the court from leaning so hard against the rail, I knew my heart skipped a beat or two. He looked a bit crazy, if I had to guess it was raining and he just sped from his game to here without changing. They looked fantastic in their soccer uniform, the jersey being a bit snug helped show off some of his great features, plus his skin glistened from the rain and probably sweat that coated his skin. That is, not to mention, the look on his face as they watched me, pride and love just emanating from his eyes and smile.

I felt a new energy run through me after I saw them, and we battled the shit out of Karasuno, but they held their ground. I was almost happy for Tobio, he played...better than he used to. I wouldn't say well or great, but he was improving if ever slowly.

When the match ended and we thanked the fans, I didn't see y/n up there anymore, but I wasn't worried. I knew where they'd be.

As we wrapped things up, I half-ran to the entrance of the gym and saw my lovely partner waiting for me. They nearly tackled me in a hug, telling me how proud they were and how incredible the game was. It felt amazing to hear that, and to know that they actually had seen me play rather than had just heard me tell him about it.

I kissed him when he had paused, and I could feel him smiling beneath my lips. He laced his fingers together and rested them on my lower back, keeping me closer to them while my hands were on his face. We stayed like that for a few minutes, trading kisses and just enjoying the moment we had together that came so rarely.

Eventually, y/n pulled their face away from mine and watched my eyes for a handful of seconds before he decided to say anything.

"I told you I'd be here." They said, a slight smirk emerging on their face.

I rolled my eyes, "You said that you'd be able to watch the whole thing! You only got to see the last half of the final set!" He pulled his hands off of my back and put them up in front of him defensively.

"Hey it's not my fault! I checked my email again and I didn't see anything from anybody about a match today! I really did think I had the day off from practice matches!" I sighed as dramatically as I could, and let the topic drop.

Though suddenly remembering what he'd looked like when they'd got here I asked, "Why did you look soaked when you got here? And you're still in your uniform and your hair is..." My eyes widened a bit, and y/n laughed, coming his hands through their wet hair a few times, catching a snag or two from whatever had gotten it so wet and frazzled.

"We were still playing our match when it started just dumping rain, and the coaches canceled the rest of it. Since it was just Date Tech and they're not too far away, they didn't feel bad about canceling the match rather than trying to move it inside." I hummed, that made enough sense. "I had to call a taxi to get here though, and that poor driver was so mad at me for getting in her car soaked through, so she tossed me a towel and a disposable umbrella and I tried to dry off before I got here." They gestured to the somewhat dryer parts of their uniform, but shook their head chuckling in defeat. "I guess I didn't do a great job."

"Yeah you're gross, and in desperate need of a shower and dry clothing." Y/n only aggressively nodded, but claimed that all of their stuff was either still in his locker at the school or super dirty and in his bag.

I was trying to think of something to do when Iwa joined us, laughing at y/n's state. They joked back and forth about how gross the other looked, when Iwa tossed me my duffle bag. "You left this in the gym, I thought maybe you'd forgotten it. And dude," He said shaking his head at y/n, "You seriously gotta do something, you smell like shit."

"Thank you so much Iwa I had no idea, your input is so appreciated and valued and will be thought about heavily throughout the rest of my life." Y/n loudly and sarcastically proclaimed.

"Damn right!" Iwa sneered back, their bickering finally coming to an end. Iwa excused himself to help pack up the team's things, and it was just me and y/n again.

Looking down at the bag Iwa had thrown to me, I had an idea. "Y/n," I said, gathering his attention from his previous interaction, "I've got a spare club t-shirt and a pair of sweats in here that you can wear after you rinse off. I'll just put my jacket on and wear my uniform on the way back."

He tried to protest, insisting that I get changed since I just finished a game, but I wouldn't have it. Y/n was almost shivering and I could tell he was trying to hide it, they were barely dry from the rain, and they'd worked hard during the practice match not that long ago. When he'd conceded, I showed them where the showers were and left my bag with him, deciding to just sit outside the room and wait for him.

I pulled out my phone, and found that there were a handful of notifications from different social apps and my messages. I checked my messages first, seeing that they were nearly all from y/n, he'd texted me what they thought of a play every time it happened. I smiled, that was one of their more adorable habits. The other notifications were mentions from pictures that y/n had added to their stories or had just posted of me and the team.

I loved having y/n here to watch my games, I loved having their support and their love during these important times of my life. It meant the world to me that they supported me through all of this, even if they couldn't watch the game live. I could only hope to return the favor the next game they had.

Y/n emerged from the washroom, now looking much more put together, and also looking quite well in my clothes. They were a bit small on them in a few places, but I knew they wouldn't mind, and I certainly didn't care either.

"I saw your messages, and the stuff you posted, all very cute!" I grinned, him smiling back at me and taking my free hand, helping me stand up.

"I've gotta let the world know how proud and lucky I am to be with you." I felt my face flush, and he took the opportunity to land a quick kiss on my lips before pulling me towards the exit of the building. "Come on sunshine, we can't keep everybody waiting, they'll start making up stories."

I knew he was right, and together we went back out to meet everyone else.

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tsintotwo · 1 year

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[POV: You were born a Dream vortex, and Lord Morpheus has been watching you all your life. You meet, finally. What will your story be? Part 2. Part 1 here.

(This is quite long, and I could’ve made two posts. But to me this section feels like its own whole part/mini-arc, and I didn’t want to break it up. Anyway, please be warned, VERY DISTURBING THINGS! TW: Ra*e, child abuse, graphic violence.)]

I am sixteen, and the palace is no longer my home. I am to be wedded tonight. Then I will go away with my husband to his kingdom.

My father had certain requirements for my groom. A King, not a Prince. Rich. Powerful, but not powerful enough to attack and overcome us. His kingdom not so near that they could start encroaching on our borders when we are not looking, but not so far that we cannot keep an eye on them or take quick action. Then there was the question of dowry amounts.

Nobody asked me what I wanted.

As the old lady promised, they did start looking soon, and the first King passed all the requirements to reach the final stage two years ago. What he did not know, what nobody knew was this: I was prepared. Not to marry him or ‘please’ him (which I still did not fully understand even after staring at a book full of illustrations that the old lady gave me, it disgusted me and scared me more). As I left both my girlhood and my Dream Lord behind, as I realized I did not have anyone but myself on my side anymore, slowly the idea, the determination took shape in me: I would take matters into my own hands. I was not ready to go anywhere, let a King do anything to me. So, I was going to deter him. And I had a plan.

Something happened when I had been visiting the Dreaming regularly, something I learned. I was telling the Dream Lord about wanting stories, and ashamed, I confessed I was too stupid to read. He shook his head. ‘You are not stupid. It is a disease that humans do not have a name for yet.’ He was the first one not to blame me for lying about this, and I was still stunned when he hesitated before adding, ‘If it is stories you want, dreams are the purest of them, and you can explore. But be very, very cautious.’ He looked regretful afterwards, like he should not have told me this. But he made me remember that I could visit other people’s dreams, and realize that it didn’t have to be only people I knew of. After that, I tried to find the richest stories, the most vivid imaginations, and I could be in them and know them. I learned to navigate dreams I did not dream up. It is a skill I practiced and honed over the years.

So, the King who wanted to marry me- even from thousands of miles apart, I found his dreams. And then I tried something I had never tried before. I tried turning them into nightmares.

I started easy. Walking around his dream, I touched a horse and imagined it to be a monster- gray, skeletal, sharp teeth. It became so. I touched a tree and made it die. I touched a beautiful woman, a courtesan- and all her teeth fell off as she laughed hysterically. In my mind I felt a leash, and I wrapped it around everything: nothing must escape my control, nothing must slip away to anywhere else, all of it must obey me.

And they did. Night after night, the King woke up gasping, and screaming, scared, bewildered- the nightmare assaults not so vast that things became too unstable for me handle, but relentless and consistent. He did not see me at first, but not showing yourself needs focus and one night, trying to control too many elements, I lost it. The King saw me, and he shouted at me, ‘Who are you? Who are you?’ He must have been shown my portrait, but my face would be covered, only my eyes would show. He would not know me here. ‘Do not marry the Princess’, I told him. ‘Do not marry her, and all this will stop.’

‘I cannot refuse.’, the King panted, ‘I cannot offend her father. I am on the verge of promising-‘

‘You will never sleep again!’, I screamed, things turning even darker around us, and tonight I struggled to focus and keep it all gathered, ‘What you will face in your sleep is worse than any war!’

Desperate, I started pulling in his deepest, darkest fears, beckoning nightmares I did not even know I could, and he gasped, ‘Okay! Okay! I will not marry her!’

Afterwards, I collapsed, exhausted, and I heard his voice- the Dream Lord. I had not seen him in a long while. I had felt him watching me. I ignored it. But that night he was there. He stood behind me.

‘These elements’, he said, voice stern, ‘Are not for a human to control. I am the shaper of forms. You are not equipped to-‘

‘Why can I do it, then?’ still catching my breath, I snapped. ‘If I’m not meant to, why do I have these powers?’

He was silent. I think he did not have the answer. I stood up, turned around.

Seeing him hurt. I had missed him so much. Everything that happened every day, I used to note down in my mind- this, this, and this I will tell him the next time I see him, and share this thought, and ask this question, and ask him to show me this- all that stopped in the space of one night, and I had since felt the empty space- the habitual noting down only to realize there was no point anymore- and it always throbbed with pain.

But I was grown, and I was strong. I did not beg for friendship. So I had kept my promise, and never tried to find him again.

Now, he spoke no words for a while, letting me breathe. Then he said, ‘If you become an active threat to my realm, I am bound to take action.’

‘What action?’, I challenged, ‘What will you do?’

He did not answer, and I remembered- ruling is killing. Just like my father, he was a King, and just like my father, when someone jeopardized his kingdom, he eliminated them. It was perhaps very dim of me, but I had never thought of this before. But as soon as I did now, it seemed obvious. Of course.

He had been watching me only to one day perhaps kill me. He had never been my friend. He told me this more than once, and I tried to accept it, but this was the first time I truly believed it. And I felt alone, deeply alone, all over again.

He saw the understanding and the pain dawn on my face, and I might be wrong, but I thought he lowered his eyes for a fraction of a moment in- what? Regret? Shame? Sorrow? I did not know, but he recomposed himself, and said, ‘Do not try this again. I-‘, in this momentary pause, his eyes met mine, and I suddenly, stupidly, remembered the ocean and his smile, and how it made me feel, ‘I do not wish to harm you. But if-‘

‘I will’, I told him the truth. ‘My father will find someone else for me again soon enough, and this is what I plan to do to them as well. And I can, I can do this. I can keep control.’

‘We cannot be sure about this. The risk—’

‘Kill me, then!’, anger flared in me, anger, frustration, and something beyond that I could not name. Why couldn’t he be my friend? Why couldn’t he be on my side? Why couldn’t anything be fair, ever?

I walked up to him. My body had grown since I saw him last, and now came up to his chest. Standing close, I challenged him, ‘If everything I do is such a risk, kill me right now, Dream Lord! For the first time in my life, I am trying to be strong, I am learning to survive, like you told me to! I cannot take everything they do to me quietly anymore. I would fight, and you have to kill me to stop me.’

The Dream Lord was still, looking at my face. His eyes looked like a storm coming, his lips pressed together rigidly. My words had been defiant. I felt angry, exhausted, and hurt. The one I thought friend, spent my happiest hours with, he shoves me away, then I see him after so long, and what he does then is threaten to take my life? So be it, then. Let him. But then I was afraid, deeply afraid. I had seen the Dream Lord’s power before, saw how he could unmake creatures into powder and mist with one movement of his hand. He could kill me, he could. And me- after everything was said and everything was done, I wanted to clutch onto my life. I was human, and I wanted to live more. I did not want to die.

I fled. I could leave dreams at will now, so I closed my eyes and willed myself awake.

It would not have been hard for the Dream Lord to find me in sleep and dreams that I had afterwards, though. But he never did. I wondered why. He had been right in saying that I was not perfect at controlling dreams, and if what he had told me about vortexes was true, I was dangerous. Yet he did not come after me. Did he not have to yet, my thought occurred, or did he not want to?

The King whom I scared, true to his words, refused to marry me. My father was furious. He did not declare war only because he did not want to spend the money just then, but it was a thought for later. I breathed a sigh of relief, and I felt powerful. They all thought I was pathetic, but I was not. I could do something for myself.

Eight months later, another King was lined up, and I went to work again. Or rather, I went to sleep. This time, it was easier. This King had terrible things in his past, things he regretted, things he was afraid of. All of it was served up in his sleep for the Dream Lord’s little nightmares just waiting to find him, and I only had to be there to guide them. But they would have found him anyway. I did not have to tell this King not to marry me because he went mad. I felt a little bad, but not very much. And I did not see the Dream Lord. Perhaps what I did this time was too small to register effects on the Dreaming.

My father was worried now. I was growing too old. So when he found a third King willing to marry me- which took some time- he did not pay heed to the reputation he had. This King was not known to be good or just or particularly capable. But he had riches to offer as dowry, and that was good enough for my father.

I received the news of my impending marriage calmly. Things would be progressed with haste this time, before this wedding too could be cancelled. Already the maids and companions in the inner halls murmured about me- a girl who got her marriage called off twice was as good as a pariah. I was not shunned only because I was the Princess. ‘Pray, girl’, the old lady spat at me, ‘You must be married this time.’

I had no intention of letting such a thing happen. So I went to sleep prepared- I would end this before it ever began.

The first thing I heard was a little girl whimper.

The first thing I saw was the little girl’s thighs wide open.

Then I saw the King between them, forcing himself, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. And the pleasure intensified when the girl screamed in unbearable pain.

This was not a nightmare. This was a happy dream for the King.

And it was true. It had been true many, many times.

I ran. Faster than the girl’s scream, faster than sound, I travelled through fragments of dreams of millions of people- I did not know where I was going, I did not have any focus. I ran, flew, travelled until I couldn’t anymore, and I when I collapsed, spent, I was near the Dream Lord’s space in the Dreaming. Underneath the memories I tried to bury, my heart still remembered it as my happiest and safest place, and with my guard down, it ended me up here. He found me shaking, arms around my knees, cheeks wet with tears.

He did not ask me anything. He always watched me, he knew what I saw.

‘H-how could he not feel it?’, I sobbed. I had been beckoning, working with, reshaping nightmares for a while now; worse than the worst things done and faced by Kings in their lifetimes- war and torture and murder and betrayal and cruelty- I had seen in mere nights. I had stepped on rivers of blood, smelled the graying tongues and decaying mouths of hanged men, touched the still-warm slit throat of a dear friend, heard heads of children cracking open. But every time what helped me shape nightmares, what made them be nightmares was guilt. Guilt and shame and regret and fear – deep underneath every terrible thing the Kings did and justified before the world, in their heart they knew those crimes would circle back to find them because they deserved it. But this one- this one did not have any of that. And that was what made me so deeply shaken and afraid. ‘How can he not feel anything?’ I could not stop sobbing, ‘Any guilt, or regret- even deep as I explored? How can he not have a conscience?’, the face of that little girl, the fear and pain- it was plastered inside my eyelids.

In the green meadow, on the wooden tree-branch bench, the Dream Lord sat down beside me. ‘All humans are…’, his voice was heavy, ‘Not.’

I looked at him. A grey melancholy wrapped around him, and it was pulpable through even my own grief. ‘How can he have these dreams in your realm?’, I demanded, ‘How can you allow it?’

‘Human affairs are to be left to humans. To intervene in creatures’ dreams is not my function.’, he still sounded sad, but there was no uncertainty in his answer, ‘It is to contain them.’, he sighed, and looked at me. ‘Even my nightmares cannot defeat this man. You cannot make him a mirror, Princess. He would not see what he should. He will have his judgement in Hell. But until then, he is free.’

‘What should I do, then?’, I asked the Dream Lord, helpless.

He stood up, ‘Go back.’

‘Go back? And, and-‘, the end of the thought was incomprehensible, ‘Marry that man? That is what you want?’

‘What I want or do not want is immaterial.’, he did not look at me, and his voice was even deeper than it always was- as if it was keeping something buried-, ‘I have my duties, and I shall have to fulfill them.’

I opened my mouth- to cry out, protest, scream, be sick- I did not know which. But before I could, he banished me away with a swipe of his hand.

I did not try to find the King again for a while. I tried to think up other plans- impossible, fantastical. I would run away (I had never truly set foot outside the palace, and did not know how to survive there; and then, who was to say other men like the King would not capture me?), I would stab the King in the wedding night (they would hang me, and wage war on our kingdom, thousands of innocents would die), I would beg my father for mercy (this was the most futile of these thoughts- mercy was not something my father had.)

No other way. No escape. So I spoke brave words to myself, tried to harden my resolve to stone, and entered the King’s dreams again. I was powerful, wasn’t I? I could be powerful enough. I could defeat the King. I could make him see and feel what he deserved.

I could not. I was affected by his dreams- not just the infliction of violence on the helpless, but the utter remorselessness of it. It diminished my power. Things would not remain in my control; the elements would not obey me. The King was strong in his subconscious. In his staunch belief that he should not suffer, he did not. Desperate, I called on nightmares, strong, and they came- not of my making, but the Dream Lord’s- they came from others’ dreams, from everywhere in the world, and they brought fragments of those dreams with them. I tried not to let them loose at once, but I could not control them, and it all started to slip and swirl and blur and whirl and-

‘Enough!’, the Dream Lord was here again, and he shouted at me, ‘Stop! Stop now!’ I thought I couldn’t, but I just could, at the edge, and now that he was here, he could exert his authority over his creatures as well. We sensed each other’s energy, each other’s aura of power, different but similar, and I pulled in my rein, as tight as I could, while he banished the volatility, sending back the stray Dreams and Nightmares. ‘Wake up!’, he said, ‘You are making the realm unstable at this state. You need to wake up!’

I did, but I thought I didn’t, because the Dream Lord was still here- in my palace, in my room. I blinked, I shook my head, but he did not disappear. For the first time ever, he was with me, physically, here, in the real world. His cloak looked different- still long and black but made and worn in the style men in our kingdom wore them. His ruby hung on a chain designed with the kind of flourish you would expect in the palace.

‘I warned you.’, he said standing by me bed, thunder in his voice, ‘Yet you tried to shape dreams you had no business shaping, futile and reckless-‘

‘I had to try’, I whispered, a deep sorrow wrapping around me. I had lost this time. There was no way left now.

Quietly but visibly, the Dream Lord exhaled, ‘This shall be your last warning. I cannot have another close call like this. Try such a thing again, and I shall end this.’

‘End me, you mean.’, I could not even manage to feel anything about it at that moment. I was so defeated.

His eyes closed for a fraction of a moment, ‘Yes.’

Not in the liquid world of dreams, but here in the calm of the solid world, I met his deep blue ocean eyes, and things I had tried not to think of, learned not to think of came rushing back to me. Me at four, looking, yearning for these eyes in the waking hours, me at seven, holding his hand, looking up, ‘You are my friend, aren’t you?’ and him saying no, he had never said anything but no, but he comforted me when I sobbed on his shoulder, he let me be in his company, he listened to me even when it looked like he didn’t- I knew because he would ask related questions months later, surprising me- he showed me the things and places he designed, and sometimes he even talked to me- and never like I was a child- as much as he called me a child, he never talked to me like I would not understand. He would never admit it, and I would never ask him to again, but despite himself, he had been the only friend I ever had.

I did not know what he saw in my face as I looked at him, remembering, regretting, but his eyes flickered, muscles around his mouth moving only the slightest. Then he said, slowly, almost haltingly, ‘If you died in your sleep…’, he paused before finishing, ‘your soul would be released in the Dreaming. You could stay there afterwards.’

And then he was looking at me like it meant very much- what he said, this offer- and almost relieved, or even hopeful, that this solved everything, this was a way. And I felt things inside me slowly harden. Maybe it would have meant the world to me too- when I was younger, and begged him to claim me, keep me with him in the Dreaming, when I did not even know or understand death or dying very clearly. Maybe I still did not, but what I really did not know was living.

‘So I marry a monster, or I die. I do not get to live. Never.’

He did not say anything, he did not have an answer for me.

‘And having me go on as a ghost is your kindness for me.’

‘I can only offer what is within my power.’, he sounded strained, like I didn’t understand, but he was the one who did not understand.

‘You only offer what is easy for you.’, I said, feeling strangely calm.

‘Easy?’, his voice shook slightly and his eyes flared, ‘You think.’, he enunciated every word, deep and cutting, ‘Having to kill y- a creature is easy?’

‘It must be easier than finding a way around it. Tell me Dream Lord, have you ever tried that? You must have access to all the knowledge in the world. Have you researched, travelled, asked questions, tried to find out if it was possible to resolve the threat of a Dream vortex any other way, if it was even possible to join their power with yours, to train, control, harness it? Maybe not, maybe killing them is the only way, but have you tried any other? You have known me all these years. You haven’t even asked me a single thing about any of this, ever. You know what you know, or what you think you know, and you do what you do- eliminate vortexes. One human life to save the universe. One choice that is easy.’

I could see him affected by my words- usually so stoic, he was visibly breathing now, his lips slightly parted.

‘Thank you for your offer, Dream Lord, but I do not accept.’, I was sitting up on my bed, I lied back down. ‘Kill me when you have to’, I turned away, my back to his, ‘And forget me afterwards. If I was never worth saving here, I do not want to be saved after I die.’

I could still feel his presence, the weight and energy of it, heavy and raw and not calm but crackling, but then he was gone, leaving behind only his parting words, ‘Every living thing everywhere is dependent upon the Dream choices you make. It is not just you who could die. Remember that.’

The next day, my father called me to his chamber. He was a man of few words, and he did not waste time with formality or delicacy with me. ‘Certain information has come to my attention.’ he told me. ‘The Kings who refused your hand at last moments- they had nightmares. Their physicians were consulted, that is how I know’

Of course my father had physicians of foreign Kings on his payroll. He likes to strike when they are the weakest. Example: an older king about to die, princes vying for their place- this is when you drive your wedge.

‘I do not like coincidences.’, my father continued, ‘So I arranged for receiving updates from the physician of your betrothed. And he mentioned the King had not been having restful sleep like he used to.’ He leaned in and looked at me, ‘Explain this.’

‘M-me?’, I sounded guilty even to myself, and my father was not fooled. I knew how I looked- sallow cheeks, dark circles under my eyes, hair hanging limply, hunched. I looked like a witch, and that was what he thought me.

‘My own daughter, when we have been stoning and burning witches in this kingdom under my rule…’, he looked stunned, ‘Where did you learn it? The Dark Arts? Who taught you? When?’

‘Nobody! I don’t know anything, father! I swear!’

He pressed the inner corners of his eyes with his fingertips. ‘Perhaps I should have exiled you to a farming family as soon as your mother died, remarried. I could have more children, useful children. But her father would not-‘, he stopped, ‘No matter. I do not have time for this. But this stops now.’

His eyes burned as he locked his gaze with mine, ‘Whatever you think you can do, giving people nightmares or whatnot, know that you are no match for the mages I can call upon. They will do what they need to do- exorcise you, wash or burn away the dark magic from you, and I would arrange for that right now, except I need this allyship with your betrothed King. I need this business, and also I need this marriage to happen, because already the people are talking about the King’s unmarried daughter.’ His face twisted in disgust at the words. He took a deep breath, ‘You will marry him, and you will stop your unholy practices that are damaging your senses and judgement- targeting perfectly good kings who were willing to marry you! I-‘, he looked like he could not believe anyone would be so utterly unreasonable, then composed himself, ‘I do want you married and a queen, but if your missteps cannot be controlled, I will not hesitate to make an example out of you, be you my own daughter or not.’

I could not find a single word to say. I could not find a single way to stop this. And this is why I am standing here right now, in my wedding outfit that is so colorful and festive, ready to give my hand to the King that everyone sees and the monster that I know him to be. Perhaps I should cry. But I do not. If trying was futile, crying now is even more so.

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The wedding procession was large. The ceremony was solemn. The celebration was boisterous. The travel to the new kingdom was long. But three days later, all of it is done, and I am in my new bedchamber in a new palace, and I am being torn open.

Finally free of his alcohol haze and alone with his bride, my husband the King wants the pleasure that he thinks is due to him, and he is extremely vexed to find me neither demure nor obedient. I scream wordlessly, tears wetting my face, as he enters me without any restraint, applying all the force he has. He is not satisfied- I am too old for his taste. Not only that, I thrash about, inconveniencing him- I am not small enough for him to press down and fully keep under control with his body. His dark eyes crinkle in annoyance, and he flips me over. Then he enters me from behind, and from the pain- pain like which I never knew could exist- I slip into unconsciousness. But he does not stop.

I sob.

I bleed.

I scream into pillows until my throat is raw and my voice is broken.

I choke on my own tears.

My husband is disgusted with me. Before a month passes, he leaves me alone. He does not come to my chamber anymore. And I know he has found other girls, little girls, to keep him satisfied. That almost makes me go find him, beg him to come back, do whatever he wants to do to me. But I am craven, and I am weak. All my resolve and all my fight that I had before feel like fairytales. I do not even make dreamscapes anymore- awake or asleep, I just let my mind wander in a shapeless, meaningless gray. Sometimes I think I hear a voice- resonating, familiar- ‘Not now’. ‘But my Lord, this piece needs attending-‘, ‘Not now, Lucien!’- but none of it means anything to me.

I am just starting to breathe, just starting to find the tiniest fragment of myself again, when it really begins- the end. The King leaves for a war. And my son comes home from hunting.

My ‘son’ is my stepson from the King’s previous Queen. He is older than me, and as soon as he lays eyes on me, his mouth curves into a smile that makes my blood run cold. ‘Lovely to make your acquaintance, mother.’, he bows, mocking, ‘My father left me behind to watch over the Kingdom. That includes his Queen, doesn’t it? Don’t worry, I will-‘, he leans in, his hot breath in my ears, ‘take care of you.’

He comes at night. It begins, and it is relentless. My husband was old, and there were limits to how long he could last. My stepson does not seem to have any concept of any limit, and he enjoys inflicting pain as much as his father does, if not more so.

‘Listen, mommy’, he spits as he enters me, yet again, panting, ‘I have it all planned out. I have my people in place. I have the weapons stored and the attacks ready. My father will not come back to find his throne again. He will be banished in the dungeons, if he is lucky enough to survive the bloodbath.’, it makes him laugh, the thought of the blood and death, ‘So you might as well be my whore now. And-‘, he drives into me more forcefully, making me whimper in excruciating pain, ‘I am not afraid of your father. I will make that kingdom mine too, just you watch-‘, he puts his hands on my throat, and starts pressing on with his fingers, ‘if you are still living then, that is.’, I can’t breathe, and watching my blue face and gasping lips brings him to climax. For me, everything goes dark.

The Prince was not lying about his influence because I am unprotected and helpless. My maids part ways for him, guards who were meant for me give him access, chamberlains and servants turn blind eyes. He keeps coming back, and no one stops him.

Once I am able to form thoughts, make decisions that feel conscious, I think of fighting back again. Find his dreams, do things I could… but I cannot sleep, and always I am in pain. Unfocused and weak, even in the hours of fitful sleep I have, nothing in dreams makes sense anymore.

I try clawing at him with my nails. Biting on his ear. Kicking him. But I am not strong enough. He enjoys it, the challenge, my final helpless submission.

But I have to be, I have to strong enough, survive, and tonight, I wait. I wait until he is on top of me and not looking. Then my hand wraps around the small but heavy vase I hid behind the pillow, and I break it on his head.

Stupid, stupid useless me, the blow should have had more force. He is hurt, he rolls away, staggers up, but he is not dead. He is furious. He is shaking, but it is a calm fury. ‘You bitch!’, he hisses, ‘I wanted to spare you. But I need not bother.’

I try to run, but he catches me, half- choking me to unconsciousness. In the few dark minutes, I am floating, painless, in a gray haze, and suddenly I feel eyes on me- does that not feel familiar, this feeling? But who, what- I have no thoughts, no anything, and I awake, finding myself tied to the bed. The Prince is waiting, barely controlling his rage, and with his knife, he makes a long, slow, slanting slit on my skin. Then he makes another. Another. And another, the cuts getting deeper. Every tiniest fraction of the knife drag is agony beyond measure. My blood soaks the bed. I can feel the Prince panting, he loves doing this. And then he picks up a candle. He will burn me, he will burn every bit of my skin and then the whole of me.

With the very last of my strength, I writhe. He left the knife. If only I could free one hand, if only-

My scream is so loud and air-shattering I am sure everyone will run into here right now, the whole palace, but no one comes, no one comes to save me, and I do not exist anymore, I am agony, pure agony as the Prince holds the candle under my feet. I can smell burning skin and flesh, and I jerk so violently- yes!, my hand, it is free, the knife-

But it slips from my hand, and he has seen me. I pick it up and throw it towards him, and it leaves a slash on his cheek as it flies past. He cries out, and there is no control now, he cannot control his rage. Putting down the candle, he grabs my wrist, and I hear the crack as he breaks it. Then he shoves my head in the bedpost, and I am- what, what is- no thoughts, nothing, only pain, and he is hitting me, all over, I cannot breathe, something wet and salty in my throat, in my mouth, choking me- blood, and he picks up the candle again, his face of a monster, and I see the flame coming closer to my face, my hair- and he will set me on fire, now, this, this is the end, my life-

Then there is a golden haze over my face, but it is not from the candle, it is fine and powdery, and it is sand.

I sob with relief at the sudden painlessness. I am here again, endless gray haze- am I dead?

But I see the Dream Lord. And I see the Prince too. The Prince looks confused, looking around. And the Dream Lord- I have seen so many terrible things, but I have never seen anything so terrible as him at this moment. Fury is etched on every smallest line of his face, his eyes burn like blue wildfire, he feels like deep and frozen and ancient violence wrapped in the barest human form. Wordlessly, he waves his hands, and monsters come out from the dark- such monsters I cannot describe, and he sets them upon the Prince. I can see them latching on, starts feeding on him as he is lost under them, screaming in agony, disintegrating, and I cannot watch anymore, I cannot bear any more violence- but then the Dream Lord touches ny forehead, gentle, and as I slip away, I hear him murmur, ‘Sleep, Princess. Sleep, and do not Dream.’

Time passes. I have no sense of it. I am lost in an endless fog of pain that is punctured by moments I find incomprehensible. People screaming, murmuring words, ‘-discreet’, dialogues, 'My, my, sweet sibing, what is this that I hear of you intervening with the human world, such days!- ' and I do not know where they come from. People taking care of my body, wrapping me in clean bandages, trying to give me food- I don’t feel most things, and I don’t know how to think anymore. Often I see the Dream Lord by my bedside, and is that here or in the Dreaming? Am I awake or am I asleep? I can make no difference. He sits quiet, watching me. Once I think I feel his fingers lightly touch my forehead, but then everything is shimmery and gone, and maybe he is not here, maybe he was never here, it was all me in my own feverish delusions.

Slowly, things come into focus. My thoughts start making sense. It has been a month. The Prince was found unconscious in my bed chamber, he remained so for days. Since coming awake, he is deranged. He screams in terror at invisible things at all hours and is kept locked up.

I am a prisoner as well, though that is handled more delicately. With the King and his most important envoys gone on a war, and the man who was meant to be in charge suddenly insane- his people and plans bewildered and scattered- no one quite knows what to do with me or this situation. Ministers the King left behind must have decided on this- try to heal me, have me as the King left me, but keep me ready for the King’s judgement. No one yet knows which way the blame will fall, but I am sure it won’t be long before they do. Messengers must have been dispatched.

Within a month, they know, and I know, for I am thrown into the dungeon, all niceties and secrecy about my imprisonment over. The King will return from the war, I am told, and judge my trial. What they do not say is may be he will not return, the war will be lost, and this palace will burn, and I with it.

Eight months later, the war is won, and the King is back.

It is cold here. It is dark. But I am left alone, and nobody touches me. I am at peace.

My body heals slowly. I can think again. So I think.

I am informed that I will have a public hearing tomorrow. The guards are excited, murmuring. The Queen- yes, I am still the Queen of this kingdom after all- having a public trial! Bare faced, in front of alll the men! It will be a spectacle. I do not doubt this is the intention. Absorbing another kingdom, the King is more powerful than my father now. He means to offend him, he means to provoke, he means to go to war again.

The day is cloudy, still I cannot open my eyes fully. I have not seen the sun for so long. And I have not slept for three days and three nights. Whenever sleep tried to pull me under, I pinched myself, slapped myself, stood up, walked. I did not sleep.

The courtyard is filled with people of all ages, and I can feel the pulpable anticipation of high drama. The King sits on a high throne, two of his most trusted ministers beside him. I am not shackled, but I am held tight by guards.

The charges against me are read out loud. I am a witch, a practitioner of unholy satanic magic. I lured the Prince to my bedchamber, and I drove him insane. I meant to capture the kingdom in the King’s absence.

‘What do you have to say for yourself?’, the King asks me. His face is an image of impatient fury. He would burn me, and he would rather do it sooner than later.

‘I admit to being a witch.’, I say, my voice sure and clear. ‘I did not lure your son to me, he came to me, he forced himself upon me repeatedly, he tried to kill me. And he was conspiring against you.’

Every sentence I speak elicits gasps from the audience, and at the end, the crowd breaks out in loud murmurs. Order is not restored. The King stands up. ‘You-‘, he is stunned, and he is even angrier now, and yes, yes, I too would do this sooner rather than later.

So I close my eyes, and I take a deep breath, and I feel the wave of exhaustion- so tired, so sleepy, and right this moment, I am not quite asleep, but not quite awake. I can access the Dreaming, and I can still be here. When I open my eyes again, a little girl is standing near the king. She is naked, bleeding from between her thighs, and her mouth is twisted in a silent scream.

The minister to the King’s right jerks violently, his face going white. ‘M-m’, he cannot finish his sentence.

‘He was your friend, the King, when he was a prince, wasn’t he? And this is what he did to your daughter. He told you it was a soldier at the border who stole her away? It was him.’

‘Witch!’, the King shouts, ‘Black magic! Do not believe a word she says!’

But blinking, not falling asleep but not awake, I pull in more and more of them, from the Dreaming, these images of the girls the King hurt, bloody and twisting in pain, and the guards back away from me, and the crowd too, and there is gasping as members of the court recognize some of the children, and darting eyes as others who knew, who helped, are faced with the reflections of what he did with them.

‘H-hang her!’, the King shouts again, ‘Burn her! She is-’

But no one will come near me, and I walk slowly towards the King, and images of the girls, I make them walk behind me. Good thing these are just images from the Dreaming- no soul, I would never have done this to their soul.

‘Yes’, I say, ‘I am a witch. And I will capture this Kingdom. But I will not end you. Your people will.’ I face the crowd, with my army of images.

‘I am not lying’, I make sure I do not sound drowsy, make sure everyone hears every word, ‘This is your King, and this is what he does to your children. And you- he has been spending on wars, but who gets the riches of it? Do you have food on your table? Do you have a roof over your head? Are you not worked relentlessly by the lords in his favor, only to earn mere pennies, and are you not whipped when you demand more? Do you not freeze in winter? What do you gain, by being loyal to this king here?’

I learned about this kingdom as much as I could before marriage, and I can see in the crowd’s faces that the truth has not changed.

I let go of the girls’ images, and all of them disappear at once. ‘Follow me!’, I command, ‘You shall earn fair pay, you shall feed and clothe your children, and I shall protect you. And if you do not, well-‘, I raise my hands to the sky, ‘I am a witch after all.’

From the Dreaming, I pull in lightning, and thunder, and swirling darkness over my head, around me- none of it is real, all images, but it looks real, and I scream- ‘Follow me! End the king! NOW!’

The minister whose daughter the King hurt- he moves. He moves, and the King was not ready; all it takes is one stab of a knife and he falls down, clutching his throat, blood spurting out, eyes wide in disbelief. The other court members, the guards, the crowd watch this scene, speechless, and then there is a wave and with a sinking feeling I realize there will be a stampede- I have caused chaos, everyone is confused and scared, and this is no way to start a revolution, bring change- haphazard, ill-planned, messy. Maybe they will burn me right now-

But then, it rains gentle sand, and everyone, whoever it was, whatever they were doing, is asleep. All is still and quiet.

I am the only one awake, fully awake now, and the Dream Lord walks the real world, coming to stop before me.

He glances around, taking everything in for a moment, then looks at me. ‘This is what you have done.’

‘Yes.’, my voice trembles just slightly, ‘You watched me practice.’ I have not seen him since he saved me from the Prince, keeping aside when he was by my bedside- I am still not sure those times were not delusions. And I did not try to find him. But I knew he always watched, still.

‘I watched you manipulate single contained elements in the Dreaming. Had I known it was for this, for merging them with the waking world, I would not have allowed it for a mere second.’

‘Too late now, isn’t it?’, I say. I was careful hiding my plans from him- barely even a plan, since I did not know it would work. I deliberately had not slept the last three nights so he could not watch my unconscious. Moreover, I had felt I needed to be between dream and reality for my plan to work. ‘And it is fine. I-‘

‘It is not fine.’, his eyes flash, his voice is rough, ‘Look around you. You have caused chaos in the human world using material from the Dreaming. This is never, ever meant to happen-‘

‘But it did, and it will again if it needs to.’, I close the gap between us, going to stand near him so that I can look into his eyes. ‘I know I don’t have this situation as ideal, but it’s not because I could not control the dream elements. I could, and I can now. I practiced, I learned, I am better than ever before. You know.’

Nearly seventeen, I am tall now, and I almost come up to his chin. Never could I look at him this close before, and with his face pale as moonlight, hair black as the oldest darkness, eyes hard as twin jewels, jaw sharp as a knife, he is terrible, he is beautiful, he is endlessly other. And I see it now, I understand what I fully did not as a child- that he is not merely a Lord, the King of Dreams, but he is it. He is Dream, and he contains all of it- every time I travel through, merge myself in, pull from the Dreaming, it is him, all him. Dreams are sunken in my blood and bones, and so is he. And he may still kill me, but I am not afraid. I have had enough of being afraid.

‘I am a Queen,’, I tell him, dipping each word in determination as I say them, ‘and I shall be so. I will rule, and however bad it looks now, I will bring it all under control. But I will do it my way, and you will not stop me.’ I don’t take my eyes off his, he needs to understand I mean this, ‘I am better with my powers- abilities- and I will use them sparsely. I will not use them at all if I don’t have to. I don’t want the universe to end, everything to disappear,’, I pause, feeling the truth, ‘you to disappear. I will be careful. I can do this. Trust me.’ He watches me, intent, still. I breathe, ‘I am not a child anymore, Dream.’

For Dream, I have always been a problem that needed attention, and even when he has been kind to me, despite himself or on purpose, this truth has always been behind his eyes, this concern, and I felt it. But right now- when I have never perhaps been a bigger inconvenience, bigger problem for him- astoundingly, I do not feel it, for the first time. Dream's eyes are fiery, and I have not seen the sun for months, have not eaten a proper meal or had a proper bath in that time, and I am far from the well-groomed, rosy-cheeked, lush-haired Princess that I used to be, but those eyes look at me like they would look at beautiful things. What I think I hear behind the restraint in Dream's voice is pride.

‘No’, he murmurs. Lifting his hand, he touches my chin, feather-light with his fingers. ‘You are not.’

[Update: Part 3]

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I have Connor & Tina friendship thoughts that I may write into a short fic or something:

After the demonstration, deviant Connor [give realistic reason for him to be still working at the DPD].

Tina Chen asks to talk with him privately and they sit in her car in the staff carpark. Connor must think it's super serious because this is like, a super private space? She apologises for the times that she didn't help Connor when he needed it (aka Gavin) and she gets kind of teary at how regretful she is. Connor believes and forgives her and they shake hands

Tina says good morning to him more often until she greets him every day

He shows her a picture of Sumo

Tina starts sending him videos and photos of cute animals she finds on the internet. Connor smiles at his desk, but Tina is cooing at her phone on the other side of the room. Connor doesn't need to look at a device for her messages, he receives them in his computer brain.

It then divulges into memes and Connor 'randomly' starts snorting at his desk and Hank (give realistic reason why he'd get his job back) would just look at him like wtf is wrong with you

Gavin (give realistic reason why he'd stay in Detroit tbh) is a jerk to Connor and Tina finally has the gut to stand up for the android, even though Connor says it's okay.

Tina complains to Connor about how she was going to go out on a date that night but her date cancelled, so she's complaining about having to buy dinner that night (jokingly of course). Connor is determined to help a potential-friend out and he promises that he'd get her a date and a free meal by tonight if she put in a *very specific* set of criteria on her dating profile. "Trust me. I know what I'm doing. I'm an android designed to manipulate."

She gets 3 matches that all want to take her out even though she finds them all unattractive as hell

She still goes on the date though and has a great (free) meal. Terrible company tho

Connor's all like "I told you so!" with a wink

Tina complaining about night shift and Connor asking Fowler to fill in either for her or her partner so she can have the night off or they get to hang out. "We don't need a detective out in the field--" "Yes you do let me hang out with officer Chen it's going to be great"

They watch dog videos when they have a spare 5 mins.

Tina sulks at Connor's desk one morning. Connor asks what's wrong and she explains that her best friend got the flu and is basically bedridden and can't go to the show tonight :( She can't get refunds for the tickets she booked a month in advance. "What show?" Tina and Connor get dressed up in fancy clothes (Tina in a slinky red dress yes girl)(and Connor in a black collared shirt that isn't a business suit or something idk) and they go to a burlesque.

Tina posts on her Facebook or Instagram a pic of her and Connor chillin out and Gavin is FURIOUS (even though Tina asked Gavin first but he had work that night).

Connor asks Tina if she has read [a book] and Tina absolutely has Not, that's from the 18th century Connor come on now. This keeps happening.

Connor sits down at home with Hank's laptop on-hand as he speed-watches whatever TV show Tina is obsessed with so she can talk about it with him.

Cue the break room, where Tina is enthusiastically talking about the TV show with Connor.

Tina starts attending pro-android protests and signing petitions.

Tina invites Connor to her house party. It goes OFF. Connor kisses 17 humans including Gavin but that's because they're all so drunk and it became a strange novelty to kiss Connor for no reason??? Connor was fine with it in the party scene and will haunt Gavin forever about it.

Connor and Tina go out clubbing with the friends who remain and he is on babysitting duty.

Connor helps drunk Tina get home safely (after also carrying drunk Gavin home)(they had to break into Gavin's house and Tina has it all filmed on her phone)(you can hear her voice gasping for air behind the camera)

Connor literally doesn't get into work until 5 minutes before his shift starts. Still on time, but late for him. He's covered in glitter and wearing a Hawaiian shirt that isn't his. Tina's like oh that's my friends shirt they need that back

(Connor has a spare white shirt folded in his desk drawer I think that would be really funny but also practical)

Tina and Connor greet each other with increasingly perplexing phrases

Connor can paint Tina's nails so well bc of his steady hands

In a cop situation like getting called out to deal with something, they turn on Work Mode and they're super serious and snap information at each other.

Gavin warms up to Connor through Tina somehow.

Tina defends Connor's honour as a few rowdy humans on the street start calling him names, and she has memorised the new android laws to spit back "you're infringing on XYZ by saying that [android-racist term] and you're going to get arrested if you don't BOOK IT" and they scatter.

Connor comforting Tina after a break-up :(

Tina helping Connor find new interests and stuff he likes

They like to dance together, like,, ,,, tango or whatever. And it surprises Everyone because Tina had been doing it for some time now since her teen years but Connor??? He just downloaded a program so she could practice more often.

Tina (maybe) at one point does develop a crush on him but he elegantly swerves himself out of that zone over a few weeks without her noticing, and before she knows it, she doesn't have feelings for him anymore. Master Manipulator

Connor votes for Tina in an employee of the month thing

Tina has to beg Connor not to watch the entire movie *before* they arrive at the cinema. Connor complies. He enjoys the community his human friends bring.

#dbh #detroit become human #connor dbh #tina chen #tina dbh #connor & tina friendship #mydbhbrain #mine

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annab-nana · 2 years

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“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” with steve harrington please!🫶🏻

he so would do this and i love him for it

warnings: needy steve, overworked reader, proofread once

❀ masterlist ❀

you loved steve harrington. what's not to love about him? he's charming, oh so sweet, a certified lovable dork, the list goes on. but he also was extremely demanding of your attention. it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. you ate it up, but there were times when it became an issue like now when you were worried about your test tomorrow. he had one more overly dramatic sigh to go before you lost it.

"steve, baby?" you called over to him, your eyes meeting his to attempt to show him how desperately you needed to focus, "can you give me another good hour, and then i'll be all yours, okay? i just... i can't screw up this test tomorrow."

"y/n, you are the smartest person i know and you've been studying basically all day. i'd say you deserve a break," he mentioned, his hand coming up to run from your temple down the side of your face to your jaw to cup it in his grasp. while steve was very attention-needy, he also knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes and he knew now that you had been overworking yourself. there was no way you didn't know this test forward and backward, inside and out with how much you had studied already.

"but i'm not. i didn't do my best on the last one, so i have to do good on this one, steve. i have to," you explained, letting your eyes fall back down to the flashcards you had memorized. you were scared if you didn't stop studying them, you'd forget the information they held.

"i helped you with these same flashcards yesterday and you knew every single one of them. there's no way you'll forget them by morning and i'll even run through them with you then. just for tonight, take a break," he urged while his thumb rubbed mindless circles into the skin of your cheek.

he saw your hesitance in how you glanced at him to your cards and then back to him. he let out another dramatic sigh but this one wasn't as much a beg for attention as it was him just being theatrical. "you leave me no choice, y/n. i have to do what i have to do."

your brows furrowed at his words and his hand left your face to move to your sides. you weren't ticklish and he knew that, so when he started poking at your sides like one would when they were trying to tickle someone, your confusion grew.

"steve, what are you doing?" you questioned, a small smile pulled at your lips at the determination written all over his face.

"i'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention," he deadpanned like his intentions were supposed to be obvious to you. his fingers poked at you all over, on your sides, your belly, your arms, your legs, your neck, your face. any spot he could find he would poke and he did. you could tell he was having a lot of fun with it, deciding where to poke next and putting his finger there. it was terribly adorable to watch and had successfully moved your attention from your studying to him.

"okay, okay," you prefaced while moving all your study materials off your bed and lap, "i give in as long as you keep your promise to run through my cards in the morning with me."

"i am a man of my word, y/l/n. i'll even throw in my pinky to solidify the deal." you linked your pinky with his outstretched one, but he held yours in his when you started to pull away. "you have to keep up your end of the bargain too, you know? a guy has needs and this guy needs attention."

you rolled your eyes playfully and fell into his embrace when he finally dropped your pinky.

"i'm all yours, harrington."

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#stranger things sleepover #stranger things #blurbs #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington blurbs #bradleybeachbabe #❀ rachel ❀

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moonlightpirate · 1 year

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Secret Worlds: The Necklace

So this is my attempt at a Joey Batey and Reader Fic. I was able to keep the reader without gender so that everyone may enjoy! In the fic you are also famous and are out promoting a show and slipped up and may of revealed you are dating Joey. (Below the first picture inspired the fic the second one is probably more accurate for the fic itself). Feedback is always welcome! AO3 Link here fic also below

You paced around your dressing room nervously, wondering how you could be so stupid. Well, you knew you weren't stupid, and it was something so small, but maybe that's what was making you feel stupid.

You were promoting your new show, doing so many interviews, they were beginning to all blend together, and you were exhausted. On top of that, this was the longest you and your boyfriend, Joey Batey, had been apart in the year you had been dating, and you missed him so much it physically hurt.

Sure, you video chatted and texted when you could, but you haven't physically seen him in months now. You had been nervous about being apart for so long, in past relationships, this was when all of your boyfriends would cheat on you, or decide to leave you. In an attempt to reassure you, Joey had given you one of his necklaces, it was small and you could easily wear it all the time. He had said it was his way of being there with you, and to promise he wouldn't hurt you or leave you.

But during interviews, and anything involving a camera, you tried to take it off or conceal it, just in case it was recognized. Of course, the last interview you did, you forgot to take it off, and it was, indeed, recognized by a fan. This fan then immediately made a post saying that it was Joey's, and the two of you must be together.

The post went viral, as you had expected, and the whole internet was buzzing.You both had been able to date for a year with no one finding out, and of course it was something stupid that got you found out. What if Joey is mad at me now? What if he wants to leave me? Out of nowhere your phone rang breaking you free from your thoughts….it was Joey calling.

"Hey hun whats up." You answer, as another wave of nerves hits you.

"Hey dear. I wanted to check up on you. I know you have that interview today, and figured you were nervous." Joey replied, also very clearly nervous.

"I'm so nervous. Like how did something so small get recognized? I was debating saying it was just a friend's, but then they'd still figure it was yours and wonder why I was wearing it." You mused as you began to nervously play with the necklace.

Joey sighed, "Yeah I'm a bit nervous as well. Maybe you could say you found it lying around? I mean are you going to wear it tonight?"

"Hmmm, that's a thought. Say I found it while filming The Witcher or something. No, I wasn't going to wear it tonight. I'll be going out for this interview in five minutes and I was going to take it off."

"Oh….I mean I don't want you to feel you have to take it off though…..I mean how did they figure out it was mine? That had to have been some serious digging they did to find a good picture of me, to compare it to what you were wearing."

"Hey, a determined fan will do almost anything. I mean I've been there when I've recognized something and need answers." You chuckled.

"Well true but still. I'm not ready for our relationship to be out in the open. I've been enjoying having you to myself."

"I'll do what I can to cover it up, and avoid the question. I agree I'm not ready for the world to know about us.", you heard a knock on the door meaning it was time, "Okay, I think they're ready for me. I'll talk to you after the interview.".

"Okay, you got this! Either way, I'm here for you. I miss you and love you."

"I miss and love you as well." You hung up the phone and quickly removed the necklace.

You stared down at the small silver necklace wondering how something so small got you into this odd position. Quickly, you put it in the pocket of your black trousers, before adjusting your favorite shirt, and walking out the door.

Tonight, you were on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. You waved to the fans as you walked across the stage to a clearly eager Jimmy.

"Wow oh my gosh what a pleasure y/n! How are you?" Jimmy inquired, shaking your hand.

"Not doing too bad! Been very busy recently!"

"Oh I'm sure between filming and promoting, you have to be exhausted!"

The pair of you talked a bit about your new show, made cracks about your coworkers, and things that happened on set. Thinking maybe you had escaped any questions about the necklace, you started to relax, until Jimmy leaned towards you.

"So, I have to ask. The internet is buzzing with rumors about you."

"Oh no, what about now?" You chuckled trying to act oblivious.

"Here let me pull up the post I'm referring to."

With that he hands you a tablet with a screenshot of a post saying, It took some serious digging guys! But look! I knew I recognized that necklace from somewhere! This can't be a coincidence they must be dating. Below the post was a picture of Joey from back in season one of the witcher wearing one of those button up shirts that he never fully buttoned, allowing a clear view of his chest. Next to his was a picture of you from the interview, and below those, a zoomed in shot of Joey's necklace from that photo, and a zoomed in photo of the necklace you had on, could be seen.

"So what are your thoughts guys?" Jimmy asked the audience, as the same picture was being shown behind you.

A loud cheer of "that has to be Joey's there's no denying it!" Rang through the room.

Nervously, you chuckle and run your hand through your hair, "Wow, look how young Joey looks in that photo. But honestly guys, that's not his necklace."

The crowd booed.

"If it's not his, whose is it." Someone from the front row shouted.

"Yes I agree, whose is it?" Jimmy echoed back.

"Honestly, I just found it when I was looking for a necklace to wear and thought it looked pretty and put it on. It was in my bag. If it's Joey's, guess he must have lost it when we filmed The Witcher, and I'll have to return it to him."

"Wouldn't he have noticed while filming The Witcher? And, I mean, how did it end up in your stuff?" Jimmy inquired.

You almost groaned at the question, why would they not drop it already and accept it wasn't Joeys, "I found it lying around on set and thought it looked pretty. I swore I asked everyone if it belonged to them but must of forgot to ask him. Either that or he just didn't recognize it. It's truly hard to say. I will make sure to double check with him next time I see him."

Jimmy looked you up and down suspiciously, "So then, you guys are dating?"

You roll your eyes and tilt your head towards Jimmy, "No, we are not dating. Why is everyone so determined for us to date?"

A fan jumped up, "because you guys looked so cute together and seemed to have great chemistry!"

"I agree, I mean look at that photo of you two side by side. I'd ship it! Plus, you've been seen hanging around with him quite a bit." Jimmy encouraged.

You laughed at the ship comment, "He's a great friend! I've also been seen around Henry Cavill quite a bit! Also Alfred Molina. So should we assume I'm dating them?"

Jimmy pouted, "You do make a point. Well folks, that is all the time we have! I guess we will just have to ship them in spirit, and hope maybe they'll get together in the future."

The crowd groaned, but excitedly clapped as you waved and walked off the set. You said your goodbyes, and thanked Jimmy for having you on the show.

As soon as you were alone, you sighed in relief. You waited until you made it back to your hotel room before putting the necklace back on. After a hot shower you lounged on the bed wishing Joey was next to you. As if on cue your phone began to ring.

"Hey sweetie! I did it! They seemed to believe me that we aren't dating!" You answer excitedly.

" I saw! Though Henry texted me a bit disappointed we didn't just come clean." He chuckled.

You laughed, "Of course he is. I'm worried though now they've gotten it into their heads that we may be dating. I feel it's going to be harder to keep it under wraps."

"Mmm, yeah probably. Well we will cross that bridge when we get there. When do I get to see you again?"

"Soon I hope. This bed feels empty without you." You yawned.

"Yeah, same. Though y/n you do sound like you're about to pass out on me. Get some rest dear."

You fake a groan, "Okay mom, I'll go to bed. I'll text you when I wake up. Sleep well, love."

Joey laughed, "Sleep well, my love."

(I know Joey isn't in this much but if I get enough interaction I have ideas for another where reader and Joey finally reunite or willing to write one where reader and Joey go on a first date 😊)

#joey batey x reader #reader x joey batey #joey batey #my fic post #genderless reader #i hope you enjoy #if you guys like and comment i will write more!

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kathbunny · 1 year

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This is for one of my aus where VR-LA basically snapped and messed with the memories of the crew to keep them 'safe'! I haven't posted it before, outside of the discord, so I decided to now! The exact context of why or how doesn't matter, just enjoy some really creepy VR-LA! This is fairly old!

Approach with caution!

TW: Drugging (sleep medicine), memory modifying with consent, manipulation

VR-LA looked over at the clock, seeing that it was time to prepare for the day. He stood slowly, putting away his book in its determined place. He heard a sound in the hallway, careful steps going down towards the stairs. Finbar woke up twenty minutes before his average wake up time. VR-LA waited for Finbar to start going down the stairs before stepping out into the hallway. If something was wrong, he was prepared to fix it. Anything going wrong was unlikely.

VR-LA went down the stairs, seeing the kitchen's magical lights turn on. VR-LA hummed to himself, were they getting dimmer? He'd have to go through and fix that tonight. VR-LA made sure his steps could be heard before opening the kitchen door. "Finbar, you woke up earlier than normal. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Finbar sighed. "Don't worry about it." Finbar seemed tired. VR-LA hummed and tilted his head, analyzing Finbar. Nothing was too off, he just seemed more depressed than normal. The most likely reason? Another nightmare about his memories. VR-LA can help with that.

"Did you have that nightmare again?" VR-LA said, walking to stand next to Finbar. "Nothing bad can happen here again, we've made sure of that." VR-LA made sure of it. Nothing could enter or leave this place without him.

Finbar nodded, good, VR-LA was correct. "Yeah, it was that nightmare again, but this time you and the girls got hurt too.. I couldn't do anything.." Finbar said and VR-LA tossed the words around in his mind, searching for the optimal response.

"It's impossible for something like that to happen, you never have to fear losing us like you did everyone else." VR-LA put careful emphasis on his words, watching as Finbar winced a bit. "If anything is worrying you, perhaps I can find a way to assure you that it will not come to fruition, Finbar?"

"I don't need that, but thank you." Finbar said with a sigh. "Could you help me make breakfast?" VR-LA didn't think that would be the response, he'll take note of that.

"Of course, Finbar. Promise me you'll take a break later if you still feel bad though. I'm worried about you, your nightmares have become quite common." VR-LA pat Finbar on the shoulder, receiving a polite smile in response. Everything was back in order, perfect.

"Don't worry about me. I'll take a break if I need one." Finbar said, moving to grab a mixing bowl. "I'm going to do some dinner prep, too. We're almost out of white bread, so I wanted to start on the dough while making breakfast." Finbar explained, setting the bowl down and moving to grab ingredients.

"What is the plan today?" VR-LA asked, his eyes following Finbar as moved ingredients onto the counter. Based on the normal routine, and available items, VR-LA has narrowed it down to twenty possibilities. If it's just normal breakfast food, which downed it to five.

"I was thinking of crepes and rolled omelets. I have the batter for crepes in the fridge, and just made the perfect spice mix for 'Dani omelets', so I'm doing both." Finbar explained, some things into a bowl full of water and covering it with a cloth. VR-LA wasn't off in the least, and immediately got to work grabbing pans he knew Finbar would need. That's an unusual combination coming from Finbar, so he's also stress-cooking.

"That's an unusual combination coming from you." VR-LA commented. "Want me to slice fruit?" VR-LA was already grabbing the fruit he knew Finbar would add.

"Yes, thank you. Apples, strawberries, pears, and just pull out the other berries for me, don't slice those." Finbar said, grabbing the batter from the fridge, setting the covered bowl down on the counter next to the stove. Finbar frowned as he prepared the pan. Some of the pixies began to flutter around VR-LA as he began slicing the apples.

The pair continued in silence. Finbar took the fruit from VR-LA, making the crepes with careful precision. He made the crepe itself, filled it with whipped cream which had been made a few nights prior, added a chocolate syrup, and finally various fruit slices, then rolled it. He repeated these steps three more times, placing them all onto a plate. "Could you put the extra sliced fruit around the crepes?" Finbar asked, moving over to the counter with the water and yeast mixture to work on his dough some more.

"Of course." VR-LA replied, carefully putting the fruit around the crepes in a way he thought was pretty enough. He's had a surprising amount of practice making things pretty lately, hasn't he?

Finbar mixed dry ingredients into his mixture before covering it with the cloth again. "I'll work on the rolled omelets before finishing with that.." Finbar mumbled before going and grabbing another mixing bowl and the eggs. VR-LA watched and could hear Kyana's steps rushing down the stairs.

Her steps didn't sound panicked, and she woke up exactly on time. Perfect. VR-LA hummed happily to himself and watched the door as Kyana promptly burst through. "Good morning!" Kyana happily called, closing the door behind her before practically bouncing her way to the center of the kitchen. "Did you both sleep well?" She asked, leaning over onto the counter to look into the bowls and plates covering it.

"I slept well." Finbar lied. "What about you, Kyana?" VR-LA expected him to turn it back to Kyana, and thus said nothing.

"I had that weird dream again.. The one about that golden being that looks like my arms trying to pull me out of a pit? It was weird as always." Kyana said, briefly losing her smile when discussing the night, before it quickly returned. "Whatever! It's not like dreams aren't always weird!"

"Dreams are always quite weird." VR-LA agreed, which seemed to greatly please Kyana. "Are you going to meditate again this morning?" He asked, watching Kyana happily nod.

"Yeah! I just wanted to say hi first! Call me in when breakfast is done! Bye, VR-LA! Bye, Finbar!" Kyana said before leaving through the door that connected the kitchen to the garden before anybody could respond.

VR-LA seriously needed to find a way to deal with those nightmares! VR-LA watched as Finbar returned to the stove and started slowly making the rolled omelets. "Are you feeling okay?" VR-LA asked him.

"I'm fine, VR-LA. I'm a little worried about Kyana." Finbar replied, slowly going through the motion of doing the rolling that makes the omelet a rolled omelet.

"I am worried too." VR-LA agreed, watching as Finbar put one omelet onto a plate. "I think that my worry is unnecessary though. She's safe and happy, and she's certainly not letting an odd dream affect her." VR-LA patted Finbar on the back.

"You're right, you're right.. She's a tough girl. A weird dream won't hurt her." Finbar agreed, and VR-LA had to resist making a pleased sound. Everything was going so well.

"Let's finish making breakfast then. Want me to knead the dough for your bread?" VR-LA asked, moving over towards the middle counter.

"That would be great, thank you." Finbar said, smiling a bit at VR-LA. VR-LA lightly covered the counter in flour, then his hands, then the dough. He began to knead the dough as he listened to the sounds of Finbar making the rolled omelets behind him. Everything was absolutely perfect.

Eventually, VR-LA returned the dough to the bowl to rise and washed his hands. Finbar and him began bringing the plates, coffee and juice into the little dining room. VR-LA felt so happy. Dani would probably wake up soon and come down for breakfast. His whole family is here, they'll all be here to have breakfast with him.

Finbar left to call Kyana in for breakfast right as VR-LA heard Dani step down the stairs. Her steps were slow and heavy, like she was grumpy, but that was to be expected. Dani entered the dining room with a yawn, right as VR-LA heard Kyana walk back in from the garden. Perfect, absolutely perfect.

"Good morning.. Did you carry me to my room last night?" Dani asked as she plopped down into her usual seat. VR-LA passed her a cup of coffee, which she immediately took. "I swear, I don't remember falling asleep.."

"You fell asleep while working on some blueprints. I carried you up to your room after checking in on you." VR-LA answered, receiving some grumble from Dani about him not needing to carry her like a little kid.

Finbar and Kyana walked in, both saying good morning to Dani as they sat down. VR-LA listened in to the conversations that began, taking note of every little detail as he began to eat. He didn't need to contribute to this conversation, just listen and take note. He'd hopefully not need to steer the conversation.

After breakfast, everybody went off to do their own thing, so VR-LA decided he should do the rest of his daily checks on his crew. VR-LA knocked on the door to Dani's workshop, immediately receiving the response of "Come in!" from inside. VR-LA walked into the workshop, giving the room a quick scan before walking over to Dani's desk across the room.

"Good morning, Dani. How are you this morning?" VR-LA asked, stopped next to Dani's desk and gave her blueprints a quick scan. There's been minimal change to them, but that made sense, she probably only just started writing on them again.

"I'm good, I'm good.." Dani mumbled, leaning over the blueprint she fell asleep on the night prior, fixing her notes and math as she reviewed it. VR-LA looked around the room, spotting Plug under one of Dani's piles of spare parts. Plug, upon making eye contact with VR-LA, hissed at him and retreated further under the pile.

"What are you working on?" VR-LA asked, turning his head away from the grumpy mechanical cat. Dani slightly sat up, before grumbling and hunching again over a different part of her blueprint.

"Motorcycle." Dani mumbled as she started redrawing part of the blueprint. VR-LA hummed to himself, trying to think of something else to say to Dani.

"Do you need me to play 'rubber duck' for what is frustrating you?" VR-LA asked, and Dani shook her head. "I'll be on my way then. I just wanted to see what was keeping you up last night." VR-LA said, turning to leave the office.

"Bye, see you at lunch.." Dani mumbled, followed by her dramatically scratching out one of her measurements. That'd keep her busy for a few days, which is good. VR-LA hopes she does take her proper breaks. VR-LA's schedule with Dani had been cut a bit short by her intense focus on her new project, so VR-LA decided on going to see Kyana. She's probably out in the garden training, as always.

VR-LA walked his way through the hall and the kitchen, before finally stepping out into the garden. He immediately saw Kyana in the grass, not training, but staring at the sky. VR-LA walked over to her, careful to not let his shadow cast over her and block the "sun." VR-LA slowly sat in the grass next to her, and Kyana slowly looked over at him and smiled. "Why are you on the ground, Kyana?" VR-LA asked, tilting his head as he looked down at her.

"I just felt like staring at the sky. I'll probably do my stretches and go jog around the woods later.." Kyana replied, looking up at VR-LA with a kind of hazy smile. VR-LA better fix that sooner rather than later.

"Are you feeling okay, Kyana? You don't look too good.." VR-LA said, putting his hand on her forehead gently. She had no fever, so she's probably not sick. "Oh no, you have a fever. We should get you inside." VR-LA spoke softly, receiving a confused frown from Kyana, who tried puzzling over the words in her mind.

"..I don't feel sick, do I really have a fever?" Kyana asked, putting her own hands on her forehead. VR-LA felt the usual fondness in the back of his mind over the motion, slowly taking her hands away from her forehead.

"You were burning up! Let's get you inside so I check with a thermometer though." VR-LA said, standing up and offering a hand to help Kyana up. Kyana took it, letting VR-LA hold her hand as he led her back into the house. "Let's get you to your room. You can rest for a bit while I check your temperature and get you some medicine." VR-LA said, pulling Kyana along through the kitchen, into the hall, and up the stairs.

VR-LA pulled Kyana into her room, motioning for her to sit on her bed. Kyana's room was warmly designed, quilts piled up on her bed and paintings of various planes decorated the wall. He drew her curtains closed as Kyana sat down on her bed. "I'll be right back." VR-LA said, patting Kyana on the head before walking out of the room. VR-LA walked to his room, grabbing a thermometer and a potion from one of the drawers in his desk. Then, quickly back to Kyana's room. Kyana was still sitting on her bed, looking confused.

"I'm back, I brought something to reduce your fever and a thermometer." VR-LA said, handing the glass thermometer to Kyana. Kyana put the thermometer into her mouth, being oddly quiet. Usually she's a bit louder when she's hazy. No matter, he will fix it all. After a moment, she handed the thermometer back. No fever. "You do have a fever, Kyana. I'll need you to take a quick sip of this potion and take a nap, okay? That'll get rid of your fever by dinner. It'll make you a bit tired, but most medicine does." VR-LA spoke softly, handing the potion to Kyana. Kyana nodded and took her sip, her eyes immediately getting heavy.

VR-LA helped Kyana adjust, tucking her in like one would a sick child. VR-LA sat on the bed, humming lightly until he was sure Kyana was asleep. It didn't take more than a moment. "Sleep well, Kyana. I'll make everything better." Nobody was in the hallway, this would be the best time for this. "Modify memory." VR-LA said, holding his hand against Kyana's forehead. He'd have to reinforce everything again. That's not a problem.

#rolling with difficulty #rwd #rwd kyana #my writing #rwd dani #rwd vr la #finbar rwd

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perceivedregret · 1 year

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pt 9! fic can also be found on ao3, user is the same over there. part 1 of Extended Hours can be found here.

i've got a river running right into you

It’s been about an hour and Steve still hasn’t been able to make his move.

Steve has to remind himself to play it cool, remembers what Robin said about everyone here being chill and her plan–

“Most of them are like us! I made sure with Munson when I invited him, we can trust his group to be lowkey. And obviously we already know Cheech and Chong don’t hang out with weirdos. Or, at least not the weird kind of weirdos– fuck, you know what I mean. They’re chill! You know that shitty saying, blah blah blah and finding our people? Well we found them, we can be ourselves tonight, promise. Besides, I have a plan. Eddie kinda fucked it just now but I have the whole thing handled, dingus, trust me.”

It was pretty easy to lose track of everything after Eddie's grand entrance. Steve was determined to play his part as the responsible host, to keep Nancy at ease by confiscating the keys of each new group that arrived, and it was enough of a distraction, at first. Then, when it seemed like everyone Robin, Argyle, Jonathan, and Eddie mentioned (and then some) had made it, Steve figured he was finally in the clear to make his move, but no.

Everytime he would catch sight of the other man across the room he had Chrissy by his side, shooting Steve tauntingly innocent smiles as she wrapped herself around Eddie and pulled all of his attention towards herself. That, or he was being whisked away to the backyard by someone who wanted to make a sale, and Steve knew better than to tread over the guy's side business.

Steve reminds himself that he still has the rest of the night to get their moment but goddamn was it hard to remember why. Especially since every time Eddie would waltz back into the house after an exchange he would be rearranging his hair because the clip was struggling to keep his hair off his neck, the curls at constant odds with the humid pool-side air.

He tries to keep himself distracted, figures he can't agonize (he can admit it now) over him if he's preoccupied with something, anything else.

It's just–

Argyle and Jonathan never really rejoined the main party, opting to take over the sunroom to laze about with a mix of theirs and Eddie’s stoner friends, making their own sales transactions of Argyle’s Delights, his batches of baked edibles. Mostly they just vibed in their stoner bubble.

Then there's Nancy and Robin who had already abandoned him way before, almost immediately after Steve fulfilled Chrissy's requests. As Robin had jokingly put it, she couldn’t stand to watch him “pathetically pine” anymore, and so she disappeared with Nancy and they were… somewhere, Steve doesn’t know. And since they’re gone and Jon and Argyle are otherwise occupied, it’s the reason he finds himself in the company of the friends of his friends where his attempts to distract himself feel all too limited.

It eventually starts to mellow out and folks slowly stop dancing, Don’t Bring Me Down ironically bringing everyone down into a post-dance sesh calm. They start to clear the living room, some making their way into the kitchen for refreshers or heading towards the pool, their clothes getting discarded in the corner that leads into the sunroom as they make their way out the sliding glass door. That’s when Steve catches sight of Eddie by the music deck, speaking animatedly with Gareth. There’s no Chrissy nearby to intercept his attempts to approach him, Steve notes, and he thinks now is his chance.

He excuses himself from the group he’s been somewhat a part of, too distracted thinking of molten doe eyes and unkissed full lips to have been part of any real conversation.

The mixtape reaches its end at that exact moment, so as Steve slowly approaches, Eddie’s attention is on the player. Gareth, bless him, notices Steve as he nears and immediately throws up an assuring OK with his thumb and pointer, giving Steve an encouraging wink that makes his dimples surface before he's disappearing all together.

Eddie doesn't notice any of this, thinks he's still talking to his friend as Steve shuffles in behind him.

"–and again dude, I'm sorry. Alright, it was a complete dickhead move of me to assume and meddle–" Steve can't see his face but knows Eddie's eyes are rolling, " –in your lives. Okay, so please accept my sincerest apologies for trying to make something out of nothing. Chris already gave me the rundown but I don’t plan to do anything with this new found information. Scouts honor.

"But damn, now that she’s told me, how did I not see it? She totally has a thing for Bails, can’t believe–"

"Chrissy doesn't have a thing for Gareth?"

"– jesus shit fuck dicks, where the hell did you come from Harrington, holy." Eddie's hand is at his chest, lashes fluttering as he registers that Gareth is not by his side, quick scan of the space confirming that he’s not even in the room anymore. Eddie gives his head a light shake, his brows relaxing as a strained breath slips past his lips. He flings a hand out to lightly push at Steve's shoulder but he doesn’t get pushed all that far, Eddie’s fingers trailing down Steve's arm and clutching at the sleeve of his sweater to gently pull him into his space.

"Shit, I’m scaring everyone tonight. It's just me, Just Steve," he teases, a chuckle escaping him as he allows himself to be swayed to-and-fro by Eddie who starts to push and pull at him again, until he’s just pulling. Steve stands directly in front of him, letting his hand reach for Eddie’s waist while his other hand finds itself near his face, fingers tracing featherlight sweeps across his forehead to clear his eyes, tucking back flyaway strands before allowing his hand to settle on the side of his neck. “Thought you liked scary movies, Munson.”

Eddie pouts, eyes trained on his fingers that pinch the hem of the fabric of Steve’s yellow sweater. “Well, Just Steve, I’ll have you know that what I like about scary movies is the anticipation of the scares that come with watching them, not necessarily getting scared. There’s a difference,” he mutters.

Steve laughs, shifting his weight and crowding in so that Eddie’s hands have to settle on his waist, the space between them almost nonexistent. Eddie looks up at Steve, eyes lidded and searching, always searching. He pulls in his bottom lip, biting along the corner. Steve watches the movement, his thumb reaching up to smooth away the angry redness of his lips but Eddie doesn’t let him, instead bites his thumb lightly before turning his back on him.

“Stop trying to distract me, Harrington. Organizing the music at a party is the priority. Well, I guess it would be booze and food, but let's be honest, what's the fuck a party without any good music,” he mutters, searching through the pile of tapes in front of him, inspecting the list of songs scrawled on each case before separating them into nonsensical piles that only make sense to him.

“True, but don’t you think that’s something the host should be handling?” Steve hums, crowding in close behind and resting his chin on Eddie's shoulder, the well worn battle vest smooth on his skin, peering over and watching him work through the player to eject the current track.

"The host, yes. You? Sweetheart, I mean full offense, but absolutely not," he says with a laugh, leaning back into Steve's chest. Steve’s arms wrap around Eddie, right hand splayed low over his stomach, pinky finger tracing the sliver of exposed skin his cut up shirt can’t cover up.

“I’m actually surprised I was able to recognize half the songs that just played. Was expecting to get a little of what Max brought for us to play at Extended yesterday. That tape had your name written all over it. Literally, E.R.M., in bright red marker all over the damn thing.”

"Well, someone has to think of the children. Gotta make sure they're being introduced to the good shit, start sorting them out while they're young. Speaking of…” Eddie's voice trails off as he turns his head slightly, his eyes still focused on his hands. Steve turns with him, tip of his nose trailing along the exposed skin of his neck.

Today he smells of a mix of apricot and apples, a hint of sweat and cigarette smoke just underneath. Steve’s hands move to Eddie’s hips, giving the shyest squeeze. Eddie exhales a breath when Steve's lips ghost over his shoulder and he sneaks his hands under his shirt.

Eddie’s own hands come down hard on the table, his fingers fumbling with the cassettes that fall loudly onto the mantle.

“Harrington, I'm trying to focus here."

"Oh, did you want me to stop?" Steve mumbles the words, brushing his lips back up Eddie’s neck, skimming along his hairline. He presses his lips, not really a kiss behind his ear and starts to pull away but Eddie doesn't let him get too far, twisting to get a hold of Steve's wrist and pulls until he's flush against his back.

"I didn't say that." They both start to laugh, and it seems he's already picked out the next tape to play and is about to insert it when a freckled hand is suddenly stopping him, pulling Eddie's hand and the tape away from the slot.

"Munson, you already know what I'm going to say."

“Robs,” Steve huffs, an annoyed sigh escaping him as Eddie pulls away from Steve's grasp, the tape clattering onto the table. “I know you like to be the one in charge of the music but just–”

And this is when things between Steve and Eddie come to a sudden stop because now Steve has someone else entirely keeping him from making a move, and it’s his best friend, platonic soulmate, the one with a plan that apparently involves her getting directly in the middle.

Things are at a halt and the moment is gone because now Robin and Eddie can't come to an agreement. They're toe-to-toe, scowls darkening their faces into something boarding close to Mike's signature look. Eddie doesn’t want to hand over the reins and is adamant that he should be in charge of the music for the rest of the night.

They've officially been going back and forth for the last five minutes and have been so engrossed in their bickering they hadn't realized Argyle had already put one of his own tapes into the deck.

Steve at one point mentions his boombox and offers to set it up outside by the pool so they can both play their own thing just in different spaces but no, that’s wasn't good enough apparently. Nancy tries to insert herself as well, explaining that everyone seems to be enjoying Argyle’s music right now, that we can decide later and–

"Okay fine," Robin rushes to say. "The stonies can get a few more minutes of Dorian Grey but we're going to eventually get back to–"

" –my stuff!" they say simultaneously before they start arguing all over again. Steve and Nancy can only watch as the two go back and forth to make their points, their heads whipping between the two like it's the match point of a tennis tournament that won't stop teetering in the other's favor.

Eddie's features and stance begin to shift with each passing minute into what they can all recognize as his about to stand on a table and make a grand speech mode. Robin finally scoffs as she grabs hold of Eddie's elbow to drag him to the other side of the room before he can start, her deadpan stare the pin that pops Eddie's bubble before he over inflates.

Steve shares confused looks with Nancy, because seriously, what the fuck, but she just shrugs. "Let them finish their pissing contest. Robin was going on and on about some master plan and you know how she gets when she has her mind set on something and she wants to see it through, I just… I'll go get us new drinks." With a final fond glance in Robin's direction she sighs and disappears to the kitchen.

Steve tears his eyes away reluctantly and wanders over to his sunroom, watching the large circle of stoners he only half recognizes take turns passing around some joints. It looks like they've brought in a few chairs from outside and someone went through the effort to get some of the spare metal folding chairs he had in the garage.

Steve slips by to check on the folks outside in the pool where he spots Chrissy and Gareth talking while sitting on the edge of the diving board, legs in the water and staring up at the sky. Eddie's comments about them replays in his head and he starts to wonder what's actually going on between them, but only for a moment because suddenly there's the thrum of hands and feet thudding in lieu of a drumroll behind him.

He turns his attention back to the stoners, the first thing catching his eye being Jonathan who has Argyle in the space between his legs again. Eden’s at the foot of their chair having an enamored conversation with a girl dressed in her complete opposite, pastels a contrast to her black attire. Jonathan is watching Argyle’s fingers with heavy lidded eyes, transfixed by Argyle’s mess of yellow yarn that’s tangled into an intricate pattern.

Argyle holds his hands above his head, seemingly done making twists and turns with the string, a proud grin taking over his face. Jonathan pokes a practiced finger into one of the holes and Argyle chuckles as he pulls his hands farther apart, the cat’s cradle collapsing and weaving itself around Jonathan's finger.

Steve smiles for the pair and is about to leave the group to their own devices when they suddenly start a low hum of cheering. It's then he notices the empty beer bottle in the center where the tip of the bottle is pointed at Heather, a friend of Eddie's and member of the club. He watches as Jordan, he thinks that's her name at least, crawls over the bottle. Heather takes shallow sips from her cup, eyes laser focused over the lip as the other girl approaches. A few others in the room start to whistle as they get closer to each other but it's immediately interrupted by Argyle.

"Don't be weird horndogs over a kiss, man.”

Someone, Steve’s not even going to bother to pretend he knows what his name is, scoffs."Not being weird, dude. Damn, do you know how long Heather's been crushin' on Jo?"

Heather chokes on her drink as panic flashes across her face but suddenly she's just gone because Jordan has thrown herself into her, the cup toppling over and spilling onto the person next to them who just keels over into a cackling fit. Steve can't see their faces, Jordan's long hair obscuring the two as they… talk?

Everyone starts to mutter amongst themselves, watching whatever is happening unfold. After a long tense minute passes the two resurface. Then the group starts wolf-whistling, clapping for the two as they walk out the sliding glass doors hand-in-hand.

Steve can only stand and watch as everyone settles into comfortable conversation, others haggling bills between won and lost bets. His eyebrows are making an attempt to retreat into his hairline, the synapses in his brain trying to compute what just went down because what the fuck? When the hell did bumfuck Hawkins get so… queer? He knows Robin said everyone here tonight was “chill,” but actually seeing it unfold before him like this is such a mindfuck.

A random hand reaches out for the bottle in the center but the bottle ends up being lightly kicked away into a corner. "Fuck off, man. Games over," Jonathan says between giggles as he readjusts himself, pulling his leg back with a hand tracing patterns absentmindedly over Argyle's chest who’s completely unbothered.

Steve makes his way back into the living in a light daze after that, eyes immediately honing in on Eddie and Robin still conversing in the corner. Robin is extending her hand between them, the line of her lips and shine in her eyes signaling to Steve she's won their argument and she knows it. Eddie rolls his shoulders forward to sink his hands into his front jeans pocket, staring at her hand in consideration for a long moment before he finally takes her hand in his to give a single agreeable shake.

So, it looks like they’ve come to an agreement. How? Steve has no idea. All he knows is that right now Jon and Argyle’s group get to enjoy some Dorian Zero and Bob Marley while they bake in the sunroom before Robin takes over. Why she's so adamant about this one thing he has no idea, but whatever, Steve’s giving up on trying to understand her plan.

Eddie spins and he and Steve make eye contact. He pulls at a few strands of hair to hide a growing blush that's working its way to paint his whole face. Steve is about to make his way over when Jeff approaches Eddie, pulling on his arm and all Steve can do is watch him get whisked away from him again.

Robin skips over to Steve, putting her hands on his shoulders, her smile too contagious he can't even pretend to be annoyed with her. Still won't stop him from trying.

"Whatever plan you have, it better work, Buckley. I barely had the chance to talk to him all week. He was either too busy with work or he was helping Wayne with his truck or the Mayfields out around their place. And you know what a fucking disaster it's been with the kids all week. I've been waiting for tonight and, honestly, I don't get how you being the biggest cock block, over music of all things, is supposed to help. I was this close," he grumbles as she drops her hands to grab a hold of his, swinging his arms with hers to the beat of music.

"You're just going to have to trust me, dingleberry."

"Yeah yeah… I guess I should update you on the Chrissy and Gareth thing.”

—----------

"So Chrissy doesn't have a thing for Gareth?" Robin's eyes were glazed over, trying to put together this new information.

She looks over to Steve who just shrugs his shoulders. Robin scoffs, directing her attention to Nancy who just sat down with them on the floor, a bowl of chips and Robin's drink she had to go back for in her hands. "But last week Eddie said… Okay, so that's what you heard…. Nance, run it back. What exactly did you overhear from Jeff and him just now?"

Nancy passes out the refilled cup to Robin, her head immediately falling on the taller girl’s shoulder. The three are currently gathered in a circle on Steve's living room floor, Argyle’s mixtapes a low buzz in the background.

"I'm only going to say this once. It doesn't feel right gossiping about our friends. Are we friends? Whatever, I feel bad for eavesdropping either way. I wasn't trying to listen in on their conversation but, to be fair, Munson is kind of loud and hard to ignore," Nancy mumbles, slipping a salted chip into her mouth.

"God, this is so high school" Steve mutters, hunching and scooting in close, his knees butting against theirs as he grabs a handful of chips. Nancy takes a drink to clear her throat, then makes herself comfortable with her head in Robin's lap and just talks to the chandelier that hangs above.

"From what I overheard, Chrissy has been trying to help Gareth get together with Alana. Guy has been head over heels for her ever since she performed that drum solo at last year's talent show–”

“That was a good solo,” Robin mumbles, nodding along in consideration.

“–and she's been trying to help him work up the courage to ask her out. Chrissy has a thing for someone else–"

"Eddie called him 'Bails," Steve supplies around a mouthful of chips.

"–right, ‘Bails’, who’s apparently in the school's marching band."

Robin's eyes go glossy as she goes through the list of band members who could have caught cheerleading captain Christine Elizabeth Cunningham's attention. Images of her bandmates in compromising positions flash before her in that moment and she cringes internally. The band kids doing drugs might have flown under her radar but she’s more than aware of how sex-crazed those dorks could be, stumbling upon one too many make-out sessions in the instrument lock-up room.

That kinda shit typically stayed within the band kids circle. Dating outside of that was uncommon since everyone got pretty close during summer practice, but it was known to happen, most often with the drama club circle. That being said, she still can't picture any guy who'd have Chrissy's attention that lined up with Eddie's given nickname. There was Bailey Fogden, but there’s no way she could be crushing on him, the kid was a freshman.

Nancy continues.

"Chrissy and Gareth were spending a lot of time together trying to convince each other to make a move and Eddie just read them wrong. Something about away games and having to share the charters between the team, cheerleaders, and the band-”

“Yeah, that happens,” Robin mutters absentmindedly.

“– and there was a moment. She had to share a seat with him and it's just been this thing… I don't know, that's all I got. Eddie was giving Jeff the rundown before he gave him the keys to his van to pick them up.”

"So much for his promise to stop meddling," Steve quips.

“Reminds me of someone.” Nancy directs that at Robin with a teasing smirk. “Anyways, we’ll figure out who this ‘Vic Bails’ is soon enough. ”

“Shut the fuck up.” Robin mumbles.

“Huh?”

"Fuck me, I’m– not you, Wheels, I’m so sorry, that wasn’t directed at you. I'm sorry but did you just say Vic?" Robin's fingers that had been carding through Nancy's hair go to cover her own eyes, dread laced in each word that follows. "As in Vicky? As in Victoria Ann Marie Bailey?"

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve breathes. Robin's head drops, hair covering her face as she buries her face into her hands before her hands move to grab at her stomach, eyes screwed shut as a maniacal laugh erupts from her, head now thrown back. Steve can’t help but start laughing with her, finally caught up to the deduction that Robin’s already made.

Nancy looks between the two the best she can from her angle but sits up to better try to read their expressions, a chuckle bubbling up along with their contagious laughter. "What’s so funny? I know Vicky. I don’t know her all that well, but she's nice. She helps with the bake sale every semester. Does Chrissy not have a chance or something?”

Robin is hiccuping for air.

"Oh Cunningham has a chance. Two words, Wheeler. Band camp.” Steve tries to hide his laughter behind his cup as he takes a drink, leaning back to avoid Robin’s leg that suddenly sweeps at him.

“Steve, shut up!” Robin wants to look annoyed but then another wave of laughter overtakes her and she’s falling over, hiding her face in Nancy’s lap.

“Band camp?” Nancy rubs soothing circles behind Robin’s neck, brows pinched in consideration. “Band camp… Steve mentioned someone that day after– wait… Ba– Bailey– oh my god.” She covers her mouth, eyes wide with realization. It makes Steve laugh even harder that he starts choking on his drink. He falls back, mindful to set his cup down before it spills over the floor he went through all that effort to mop up.

“What’s so funny?”

They all stop, Eddie's voice cutting through their small circle and they all stare up at him from their spot on the floor. A beat of silence until they're all laughing again, Nancy folding over Robin's head in her lap.

Eddie plops down next to Steve, crossing his legs with his knees up, arms wrapping around them. Steve tries to sit up but can only get himself half up onto his elbow, wiping at a stray tear from his eye as Robin and Nancy uncurl from each other and they all try to calm themselves.

"Nothing, Munson." Robin is still giddy as she moves to stand, clearing the floor of their cups and the bowl of chips before extending her hand out to Nancy on the floor. "Wanna dance?"

"Oh, we're–" Eddie looks over to Steve, immediately averts them when Steve glances at him to look back up at Robin, that blush creeping up his neck again. "We're doing this now?" Steve looks between the two, confused. It seems Robin let him in on her plan too and he's the only one officially out of the loop.

But she just asked Nancy to dance… is that it? Her plan is for them to dance?

"Come on, up up." Robin makes her way over to the player, inharmoniously ejects Argyle's track and pulls her own cassette that Steve doesn't recognize out of her pocket, quick to insert it but doesn't hit play just yet. When she finds Steve and Eddie still on the floor she groans, reaches for their collars and tugs. "I said up."

"Ow, okay!"

"Jeez, relax, Bobby."

They both scramble up, pulling their collars down and brushing down their shirts. Eddie is chewing his bottom lip, that blush officially overtaking his face. He's nervous.

Why?

Nancy takes Eddie's hand and he turns to face her. She leans in, whispers something in his ear that only makes him start to cover his face with his hair again. She gives him an encouraging smile and lets him go, making her way over to the sunroom where she makes a quiet announcement that makes Argyle cheer outright above the rest.

"I'm in, we're in, I'm always in, you don't have to tell me twice. Come on, everyone up… Trust, trust, it’ll be fun. Try before you deny, it’s a fucking blast. Byers, my man, ándale, vas a bailar conmigo. Robby hit play!"

Steve is so goddamn lost but he just goes along with it. "Buckley this better be the best goddamn mixtape ever or else I'm never making you my chocolate chip pancakes again."

Robin gasps offendedly as she hits play, cranking the volume to the highest setting. "How dare you doubt me." She extends her hand to him and Steve hesitantly takes it just as the music starts and trumpets blare from the speakers throughout the house.

Steve goes through the three stages of shock within the span of a second, Robin doesn't give him time to process it any longer. She's swaying her hips and stepping in quick rhythmic steps in time to the music, pulling and leading Steve into practiced steps along with her.

"Robs, really? This is your master plan?" He mutters annoyedly, feels himself tensing into the dance, pulling her so she can twirl under his arm if only to get her close enough to poke harshly between her ribs.

"Yes really! Why do you think I was so worked up when Munson took over the music? Dancing to this kind of music is so much fun! And nothing–" she pulls him close, still in time to the music. They're so close that Steve’s eyes end up crossing as she stands on tiptoe to grab his face, pinching at the cheeks with her fingers so that his lips are forced into a pout. "– and I mean nothing, Steve Harrington, is more fun, charming, and downright hot than teaching someone how to dance to it," she whispers. releasing his face and giving his shoulder a gentle tap to turn him gently into Eddie's space.

Eddie looks like a doe caught in the headlights when Steve stumbles in front of him, arms crossed tightly across his chest. Steve's heart is a millisecond from beating right out of his own as the pieces start to come together. He decides in that moment that he’s never been so ready to kill his favorite headache.

Sure, Robin taught him how to dance to this stuff and he's gotten pretty good in the last week, has been able to keep up with her when they dance together, but that's because she's usually the one leading. When they started playing the music at Extended the kids begged for a lesson and Steve couldn't resist those pleading eyes from Riley and Suzie, so the kids and himself got a pretty good formal lesson from Robin that took up almost the entire day. The boys wanted to act put out but no one looked as determined to not step on their counterparts toes as Lucas and Dustin did with Suzie and Max.

And you see, he did all that dancing with Robin. Nothing about those lessons felt charming and it definitely wasn't hot. He also never took the lead, not once. It was fun though, he can agree with that much.

Argyle and Robin are giving tips to those trying to learn how to dance along behind him and he gets a small shove from someone stumbling into him, the crowd growing as folks join in on the chaos. Steve doesn’t bother to see who, doesn’t care because right now the only thing that has his attention is Eddie and the way he’s worrying the corner of his mouth, eyes on everyone dancing behind Steve.

Steve decides then that he can do this. He will do this if it means it'll remove that deprecating look from Eddie's face. Steve steps to the side, gets into Eddie’s line of sight and holds both hands out in front of him. Eddie doesn’t take them, instead screws up his face and steps forward so that Steve’s hands can only settle on his arms.

“I can’t dance, Harrington. Bobby is really, and I mean really overestimating my abilities to keep up to this. I didn’t even know this was a thing y'all got into. Santana is maybe the closest I’ve gotten to it? And yeah, sure, I play the guitar, and I’m still learning to get better at the drums and I can stay on beat no fuckin’ problem and–”

“Eddie.”

“–I can headbang my way into whiplash, right, jump and run around when the band performs at the Hideout. I can go through the motions of getting suggestive with my guitar, sex sells a lot of bands, I know how to do that much, alright, and I can do the whole sway in place like your everyday wallflower at a school dance, but dude that’s it. I'm going to look so stupid, I don’t know what she thinks you can do to help me. I’ve got two Baggins’ sized left feet and–”

“Eddie.”

Eddie sucks in a breath as Steve leans in, screwing his mouth into a tight line and just stares up at Steve like a lost puppy who strayed too far from home, eyes begging to be saved. Steve runs his hands up and down Eddie's arms, his skin surprising cold for how warm the room is. He trails his hands down his arms to place over his wrists , rubbing his thumb along the back of his hands.

"You won't look stupid. I'll make myself look like an idiot before I let you trip over yourself. Promise."

Eddie doesn't look convinced but he uncrosses his arms, taking Steve's hands gingerly. Steve tries to adjust them into the starting position Robin showed him. He has to be mindful to mirror their positions and making himself the lead, has to take a moment to get his lefts and rights in order.

Or at least he tries to but Eddie's every move is almost unyielding, reluctant to follow through. Steve directs Eddie’s hands onto his hips to free his own, placing his hands on either side of the other man's face as he gets close.

Steve bends at the knees, lightly knocking into Eddie's own, directing his face and asking with the movement for Eddie to please just look at him, to hear him. Seeing Eddie like this, so unsure of himself, makes Steve’s chest ache. He's also quite positive the pathetic pout of his lips is going to kill him.

"Can you trust me?"

Eddie doesn't respond, at least not with words. Instead he takes Steve’s hands and positions them the way Steve was trying to originally, determination setting over his lips. They’d been going back and forth for so long the first song already ended and Steve hears clapping along with compliments being thrown out to names that don't matter to him, at least not right now.

"Just stay with me. Focus on me. I gotcha, Munson."

The next song starts playing and those trumpets and the fast beat of the percussion ring out, thankfully slower than the last. Steve pulls Eddie into the center of bodies swaying, feeling the trumpet and the ringing of the drums deep in his bones. Eddie is watching their feet and Robin’s voice sneaks up on Steve.

“Feel me, don’t watch me. Looking at my feet isn’t going to help you, the music will.”

With Eddie’s right hand still in his he leads both their hands to Eddie’s chin, lightly knocking it up so that Eddie’s eyes find his own. He straightens his back, resets their position and they start moving.

It’s tense, not entirely bad but also not great. No matter how much Steve tries to, he can't get Eddie to relax into it. He watches as Eddie's eyes slip towards their feet every few steps, wincing when he almost steps on Steve’s toes. Eddie's at least trying, shy and endearing with the tip of his tongue peaking out between his lips, his brows furrowed in concentration.

An idea pops into his head then and Steve remembers the way he and Robin helped the kids who were struggling just the same– by standing behind them arms length away, their small middle school frames easy to direct with Robin and his hands on their shoulders, helping them learn to feel the music as they danced with their partners between them.

He lets his grip of their hands slacken and Eddie’s face winces in apology, assuming he’s already given up on him but Steve only shakes his own head, beckoning for him to move closer.

"Harrington, it's okay. Look, we tried! I'm telling you–"

“Let’s try something else. Come here." Steve grabs Eddie by the hips and turns him, pulls him until he's flush against him. With his hands on Eddie's hips, knees against the back of his, chest against his back, he gets close enough to brush his lips at the nape of his neck. He cocks his head to the side, eyes trained on the divot that makes Eddie’s collar bone. Eddie somehow gets more rigid in their new position, his grip on Steve’s hands over his hips tightening.

"Steve–"

"Move with me." It's barely a breath against Eddie's skin but he can feel the way he shivers at the words, knees going slack and he's basically in Steve's lap. Steve chuckles through it, giving Eddie's hip a squeeze. "Okay, now…"

It slowly gets better as they start to move more fluidly, with Steve keeping their dancing at about half the speed, dragging out the beat with each step. They continue on like that as Steve lightly knocks his knee behind Eddie's so he steps forward, then squeezing at his hip to signal he needed to take a step back, alternating with each step along to the beat of the music. For the rest of this song and the next Steve can feel Eddie’s body loosen with each subtle give of direction.

Slowly Eddie’s moves get more confident and Steve doesn’t feel like he’s so much directing his movements and instead is leading with him, slowly picking up their pace until they’re moving with the beat of the music in tandem. When the next song starts he gives Eddie’s hips a final reassuring squeeze, buries his face into the crook of his neck in an attempt to suppress the proud smiles that’s threatening to over take his face.

“I said I had you, didn’t I?” he murmurs, nose skimming Eddie’s cheek as he turns towards his face. Steve can’t see his face clearly but he gives a shy press of his lips against the dimple that appears there. Steve takes hold of Eddie’s hand, nudges at his side to spin him out and they get to dance together, face to face.

Slowly throughout the mixtape the tone shifts from fast paced songs, ones that left them dancing swiftly and barely clutching at each other's fingertips at half arm lengths, steadily towards something more languid.

Steve leads Eddie closer into his arms, holding Eddie’s right hand with his left, his right arm circling around his waist, pinky finger raveling around the belt loop of his jeans as his hand splays across his lower back. Eddie's left arm slips over Steve's shoulder, fingers toying with the sweat-damp hairs at the nape of his neck. Steve watches a bead of sweat pool into the divot of Eddie’s collarbones.

"You're actually not a bad teacher. Remind me to bring you an apple for extra credit on Monday," Eddie teases, swaying forward to close the final bit of space between themselves, fingers tugging playfully at the strands between his fingers when Steve scoffs. "What?"

Steve shrugs. “Just… really? Me, a teacher?"

"Yes, you! I was ready to give up and bolt but you're so goddamn persistent. And you were patient. You got this look on your face,” Eddie murmurs, moving his hand from around his neck to lightly sweep his thumb in the space between Steve’s brows. “You were so determined to help me, to teach me. I wasn't getting it at first yet you were able to come up with an alternative way to show me. God, if my teachers were even half as willing to put in the effort to accommodate me I think I could have graduated last year. And from what I hear from the kids? I have no doubt, you'd be a great teacher. Mr. H does have a nice ring to it,” he lilts, lopsided smile going directly to Steve’s heart as he moves his arm back around his neck.

"Mr. H…." Steve hums at the compliment as his lips downturn at the corners in consideration, his chest swelling with warmth at the praise. "Ya know, Robin was actually the first person to suggest it, that I go for a teaching license. So if I'm being honest the thought has crossed my mind. She’s on track to graduate with a few college credits and wants me to enroll with her for the summer after graduation.”

“See, that’s two votes for Mr. H!”

Steve chuckles, lightly shaking his head at the prospects. “What would I even teach? I wasn’t great in school, I barely graduated–”

“Ahh, but you graduated and it was on your first go around, so you at least have that going for you. You have all this experience with the kids from working with them last year, and obviously Murray thought you did a great enough job that he had you come back this year. You could do gen ed, work with elementary, maybe even middle school kids? Teach a little of everything throughout the day…” Eddie shrugs as he tilts his head to the side so his hair covers part of his face. “Think about it.”

“I’ll think about it,” Steve says with a smile, freeing their joint hands to brush back the loose strands to tuck behind his ears, his other hand absentmindedly rubbing soothing circles with his thumb along Eddie’s lower back. He unhooks his pinky finger to splay his hand and press them closer together, their legs tangling as he slots his thigh between Eddie’s and suddenly all Steve can think about is how good he feels.

The song changes and it’s slow, slower than anything that’s played before. There are no blaring trumpets, just the trill of piano, soft beat of the drums. His body is moving to the music on autopilot, which leaves Steve suddenly acutely aware of Eddie, aware of his proximity, his apple mahogany shampoo, the way his thigh is pressed against him between his own and suddenly he wants.

His hand that had been brushing back Eddie’s hair sits at his neck and all Steve can do to keep from just grabbing his face and devouring him is drop his hand, slipping it down his neck, thumb sweeping over his jaw and across his collarbone, all to just trace the thread that holds a patch of a skull surrounded by fire on the lapel of Eddie’s battle vest with the pad of his thumb.

It’s a pretty clean line, neat enough that Steve takes a moment to wonder if Eddie had someone else sew these in. Except he’s now remembering that Eddie plays guitar, which means he’s probably good with his fingers and– nope. Steve retracts his hands before his muddled mind wanders deeper into that gutter, hands forming restrained fists where they barely hover over Eddie’s hip and chest. Steve commits to staring only into his eyes and…

… Fuck, that really doesn't make it any easier.

It doesn’t make it easier because Eddie’s eyes are trained on Steve’s lips. And suddenly Steve can only focus on Eddie's hands. He’d snuck one of them under his sweater and he has to suppress the gasp that wants to escape him when the cold metal of his rings sears the skin of the small of his back, his other hand scratching soothingly against the nape of his neck. Eddie licks his lips and leaves them barely parted, the shine of them beckoning as a breath seemingly gets stuck in his throat.

Fuck it.

Steve bends at the knees before he presses forward, hips flush against Eddie's, his hand now trapped between their bodies. He shuffles forward, pulling his trapped hand out to place it back to the side of his neck as he leans in, using his thumb to tilt Eddie’s face and he stops short of pressing their lips together. The gasp that escapes past Eddie's lips slips past Steve's and he swallows it down, heat building into a budding simmer low in his gut. The sound of Eddie's stifled moan as Steve presses his thigh against him goes straight through him as he moves to elicit another response.

He's going to do anything and everything to hear it again, to figure out what else he can do to hear more.

Forget booze, weed– this is the kind of high he wants to chase.

"Eddie." He barely breathes, is so intoxicated by everything that is Eddie Munson that for a moment he takes a moment to worry that there might actually be something wrong with him because he's so fucking far gone and he hasn't even kissed the guy yet.

"Steve."

Well at least it seems he's just as affected because there's the faintest hint of wavering in the way he says Steve's name. Eddie pulls at the strands of hair in his fingers, subtly shifts his legs to the beat of the music and now Steve is the one fighting back a satisfied sigh as Eddie gives a shy roll of his hip, the pressure just shy of being enough. Another tug, another forward press and Steve thinks he might evaporate into the air.

Steve's bottom lip ghosts against Eddie's as he sinks deeper, and they’re no longer moving to the music, just holding each like each the final raft of a sinking ship. He finally tangles his fingers into Eddie’s hair, fingering catching on that damn clip that's barely holding anything back.

"Can I kiss you?"

"If you don't do more than that I might actually have to kill you," he barely breathes the words before he’s pressing his lips against Steve’s.

Steve is no longer worried he’s going to evaporate into nothingness or if he's going to drown because all he can feel himself doing right now is falling, and he’s falling hard.

Desperate. It's the only way to describe the way Steve's lips part on a gasp because finally. Finally. He doesn't even give himself the chance to catch his breath before he's on Eddie again, lips harsh and begging for more. Eddie’s lips aren’t soft or pliant like Steve’s used to, so used to taking the lead and taking it slow, of directing the gradual flow of each kiss but Eddie is just as starved for control, using his grip of the back of Steve’s neck to tilt his head for another angle and taking the lead.

It’s anything but slow and Steve is more than happy to keep up with the pace. His fingers weave deeper between strands, doesn't stop reaching until he has his fist full and pulls. Eddie gasps against his lips, barely pulls away when Steve outright yanks. Steve tries to take the opportunity, wants to lick his way in into those parted lips but Eddie has his own plans because he’s suddenly biting down on Steve's bottom lip, and he’s biting hard.

Steve hisses against the sting and he can feel Eddie smile against his lips before he presses a soft kiss to the mark his teeth left, tongue making a sneaking sweep to cool the growing burn. Steve takes the opportunity to lick his way into Eddie’s mouth, the feeling going directly to his gut when their tongues slide together. Eddie breathes hitches as Steve shifts his legs, giving a gentle press of his thigh forward against Eddie’s own hardening line that’s been steadily pressing against his hip, and it makes Steve's own pulse race loudly in his own ears.

Not loudly enough.

“Oh my god, would you two please get a roooom, this is literally your house, dingus.”

Steve freezes, pulling away from Eddie’s lips with a pop as he remembers exactly where he is, what he was just doing, and who he was doing it with. He’d feel more embarrassed, but a quick scan of those around him tells him no one else is really paying them any mind. Everyone is either lost in their own groups of conversation or lost in their dance partners as much as he had been with Eddie.

He loosen the grip he has on Eddie, has to give his hands a slight shake because they’re buzzing, the ants revved up and begging for him to make contact again, to be sated against the touch of his skin. Steve almost steps away, key word almost, but the uncomfortable tightness of his jeans makes him hesitate.

He chokes on a cough to clear his throat, tries to subtly wrap his arms low around Eddie’s waist to keep their hips close. He turns to look at Nancy and Robin who are dancing just a few steps away, Robin’s face contorted in exaggerated disgust while Nancy attempts to hide her own laughter, pressing her face to Robin’s shoulder.

“We’ll get a room. I just, uhh, want to finish out this, um, song. It’s a good s-song,” he stutters, a chuckle rising up his chest as he redirects his attention back to Eddie who’s pulling his lips into a thin line, fighting back his own laugh.

“Right, it’s a good song, we’ll finish this one out. Then we’ll go find a room. You’ve got plenty of those around here.” Eddie’s smile is taunting and Steve presses a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, swaying in closely to just dance as Eddie’s arms lock around his shoulders.

Steve glances over in time to watch as Robin wrinkles her nose in their direction, but the proud upturn corners of her lips give her away.

“Doubt me again, Harrington.”

“I won’t.”

if anyone cares, these were the songs that i had playing while steve was teaching eddie to dance, in order

-el día de mi suerte by Willie Colon, Héctor Lavoe

-qué pena by Lebrón Brothers

-rebelión by Joe Arroyo

-lejos de ti by Angel Canales

-volaré by Cortijo y Su Combo, Ismael Riverya

-hola soledad by Rolando Laerie

-el ratón by Cheo Feliciano y Joe Cuba Sextet

-la noche by Joe Arroyo, La Verdad

(the song they danced to was 'el raton')

#steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steddie au #with a side of: ronance and jargyle+#stranger things au #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #fruity four #jonathan byers #argyle #fic continuation #extended hours #my*stuff

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channajen · 2 years

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BILLY

Sivan5733/channahjen

Part 1 of “The Captain and the King” series on A03

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“Shazam!” Lightning lit up the alley, and a small, dark-haired child looked at the ground with a sigh. Life as Billy Batson was getting harder and harder lately. He was tired, but he couldn’t spend all of his time as Captain Marvel. The boy reached behind the dumpster to pull out a dirty green backpack. It was there, as it always was, almost if something—or someone was protecting it while he was away with his duties as Cap.

He had almost reached the opening of the alley when a voice called out. “Hey kid, stop!”

Billy jerked to a halt. Had someone seen him transform? He looked around, but there was no one in the alley behind him. He was sure he had heard a voice, though.

“I’d like to talk if that’s ok with you.” The unseen being said.

“I…I don’t know about that.” Billy prepared to run.

“Don’t be scared, I promise I won’t hurt you.” Before the young hero could move, a glowing green…was that a ghost?...appeared in the alley behind him. He didn’t wait any longer. He took off running as fast as he could. He thought he might have heard the word, “Damnit!” as he left the alley. He didn’t know he was being followed.

Daniel J. Fenton, age 19, looked around his apartment in frustration. This was the fifth time he had watched the hero, Captain Marvel, turn into a small child. Tonight he had decided to reveal himself, wanting to help the boy, but things didn’t go as planned. He had thought that a street kid would be more wary of a human stranger approaching him to talk, so he had decided to meet him in ghost form. It didn’t go so well, and Danny wasn’t sure what the next step should be.

The first night Danny saw the transformation, he had followed the boy invisibly to his “home”—an abandoned apartment building that should probably be condemned. The boy slept on a bare mattress, with only a thread-bare blanket to keep him warm. That night, the ghost nearly wept when Billy pulled a ratty old stuffed tiger out of the backpack and snuggled down to sleep with it. After that night, Danny started following the boy whenever he could.

Everything about this child tore at Danny’s need to PROTECT. But how do you protect a child who can become a god with just a word? Captain Marvel may be one of Earth’s mightiest heroes, but Billy was just a child in serious need of someone to take care of him. Danny wanted to be that someone—or at least get him off of the streets into the hands of good people who would. But first he would have to gain his trust, and his gut told him that his ghost form was the way to get it. If only he didn’t scare the boy so much. Danny knew there was a solution. He just had to find it. He was determined to make a difference in this child’s life. By the Ancients, he would.

Notes:

This is just an idea I had floating around in my head. I may or may not write more of it. It’s cross-posted on A03.

#danny phantom #billy batson #dp x dc #shazam #drabble

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callme-barnes · 3 years

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A Lesson in the Art of Seduction

*GIF does not belong to me!*

Summary: You love the way Bucky sounds when you’re making him fall apart. So after a night out, you decide to put a little plan into action to fulfill one of your fantasies.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,310

Warnings: SMUT (possibly poorly written), oral sex (m! receiving), IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! 18+ only!

A/N: Again, 18+ only! Minors DNI! Please do not repost my work anywhere! I wrote it for Tumblr so it should stay on Tumblr. Idk what the title is that’s the hardest part of this writing stuff! This is my first time ever writing smut of any kind. I’m surprised I was able to get it out on screen but I’ve had this idea on my mind all day so I guess that’s why I was able to finish it. Again, I’m not thinking much about posting this so I won’t back out so all mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

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If there was one thing about James Buchanan Barnes, just one thing, that you could enjoy every single day for the rest of your life was the way he sounded. The way he grunted after lifting something heavy. His gasping for air when he came back to the apartment from a run. The moans and groans in protest when you needed to get out of bed in the morning for work but he wasn’t quite ready to let you go just yet.

And then there was the not so PG version of those delightful sounds.

The grunting when he seated himself inside of you after a short dry spell when he went on a mission. The gasps you pulled out of him when you were riding him like you might never be able to again. The moans and groans he presented to you when he was fucking you into the mattress. Him fucking you was something you wanted until the day you would die to be honest. The power you felt you held, to be the reason the ex Winter Soldier was falling apart at the seams, was the best thing to have in your true opinion. It's a power you liked to take full advantage of, as well as test out every now and again.

Which brought you to this very moment in time. You were hardly the type to be jealous. It was a promise you made to yourself after a young life full of jealousy in partners. The feeling you had within you right now was not one of jealousy exactly, but more playful curiosity. You were both returning from a public Avengers event, a little earlier in the night than expected but the feeling you were feeling just couldn’t wait. It bubbled to the surface when you watched an investor get a little too close to Bucky. It seemed like the more their conversation went on, the closer she got and the more hands on she decided to get.

When you made your way over to them to join their conversation, the woman pulled out her card, handed it to Bucky and walked away, probably wanting to keep that mystery working for her. You remember the move well, it was what you used on Bucky when you first met him. You smirked to yourself when you approached him, him reiterating what the woman spoke to him about and you nodded in acknowledgment, your eyes peering up at him through your lashes, sending him a knowing look. A knowing that only you knew what was going to happen tonight, and he had no idea what was going to be coming to him.

Bucky had walked up to your apartment building and unlocked the door before stepping in and removing the jacket he had on, you following close behind him.

“Who would’ve thought these functions would start to become a monthly occurrence”

You laughed as you set your bag down on the counter and slipped off your heels, “Yeah well you are a part of the team. The rich people gotta know who their investing in after all”

Bucky reached out to you and hugged you to his chest, the gesture making you even more ready to show him exactly what you were all about. Just before he reached down to press a kiss to your neck his pocket began to vibrate. He let out a small groan, one of those cute little frustrated groans that you loved hearing from him so much. He reached in and pulled out his phone and answered, his face lightly exasperated. You heard a woman on the other side and you smirked a bit to yourself, realizing it was the woman from the party.

The plan you had to begin the night was in rotation, thanks to not only your scheming, but Natasha’s willingness to help you. Before you left you asked for the assistance from the super spy to get the woman from the party to give Bucky a call. You left Bucky’s side, his lips turning down into a frown as he began to hold a conversation, although it was very clear to you he would rather start doing something else.

You made your way to the room, slipping off your jewelry and letting Bucky drop his guard a bit. He had to be completely oblivious in order for you to get the reactions you wanted to get from him, and you were more determined than ever to get him to be vocal tonight. You knew he wouldn’t look at any other woman the way he looked at you, but tonight you wanted to just show him exactly why that was. You wanted him to fall apart, and you wanted to be the reason he did.

After about 5 minutes, you walked out to the living space seeing Bucky had unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and was sipping on a beer, sitting down on the couch as he continued his conversation. He looked up, giving you an apologetic look since he wasn’t supposed to be exactly working right now. You smirked a bit to yourself as you sent him back a reassuring smile before you pushed yourself away from the doorframe you were leaning against.

You maintained eye contact with him as you swayed your hips and made your way over to the couch. Bucky’s eyes watched you very closely, the way your hips moved and the way your legs looked in the dress you were wearing made his body react and you knew that. You made your way behind him, the sofa back separating you from him as you reached your hands to his shoulders. You began to massage his shoulders a bit, your fingers kneading into the thick muscle that was present there. Bucky let out a soft sigh in response, leaning back and enjoying the actions you were making. You leaned over to kiss the side of his neck as your hands slipped down from his shoulders to his chest, your lips now traveling up to his ear.

“Pay attention to your phone call Bucky, let’s not be rude”

The tip of Bucky’s tongue flicked out against his bottom lip as you made your way to stand in front of him, his eyes roaming down against you once again. You smiled at him before you ran your hands down the front of your body, making your way down to your knees in between his parted legs. Bucky made to sit up before you moved to press him back against the sofa again.

“I’m sorry can you hold for a second…”

You raised an eyebrow at him as he pulled the phone away from his ear, “What do you think you’re doing pretty girl?”

Your hand trailed down his chest, to his abdomen and continued its way down until you reached the tent that was fully formed in his dress pants, the hitch in his voice like music to your ego.

“Just being productive while you're preoccupied. Shouldn’t keep her waiting, finish your phone call James”

Bucky muttered a quick ‘fuck’ under his breath before he pulled the phone back to his ear, “I’m really sorry about that what were you saying?”

You maintained eye contact with him as you popped open the button to his pants and unzipped him, your other hand resting on the thickness of his thighs before making its way to release him from the confines of his briefs. His thick cock sprang free, slapping him lightly on his lower abdomen as your eyes moved from his face to the entire reason you were down on your knees. You sent him a smile, taking him in your hand and bringing him to your lips, the way his abs tightened making you more than excited to continue.

Bucky’s free hand reached down to caress your cheek and made its way up into your hair in anticipation. Your tongue reached out and began to lick at his dick slowly, taking your time to really map out where it was that made him shiver and clench up. You gave him that sultry look between your lashes and you could’ve sworn you saw his soul leave his body as you leaned up and took him into your mouth. You took your time, working on the tip of his dick before you felt you had him on edge enough to take him further into your mouth towards the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck...shit”

Bucky’s hand tightened into your hair, not quite pushing you down just yet but just holding onto you to keep him grounded in a way, “Sorry I was...I dropped something”

You internally laughed as you bobbed your head up and down his length, your hand fisting and pumping at the rest of what you weren’t quite ready to bless him with yet.

“No I don’t….I don’t think that would be a problem”

Bucky sounded breathless as he spoke, the way he was trying to maintain control was cute to you, but you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him. You wanted him breathless, and you wanted to be the reason why. You kept your pace, jerking him off and sucking him as he continued his conversation. When you felt he had gotten too comfortable controlling himself you removed your hand and pushed your head down to take in the rest of him down your throat, gagging around him in response. Bucky quickly jerked up in surprise, causing his hand to hold onto your hair tighter and pressed you down in the process.

“Shit! Holy fuck”

His hand reached to the back of your head as you sped up your head bobbing, now taking it upon himself to push you down against him and letting his hips meet you halfway into your mouth. You looked up at him again to gauge his face and holy fuck you were sure you were going to cum with how he was looking. His eyes were closed, his lips parted and in that tiny grin that you loved seeing on him because it meant he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Bucky twitched in your mouth, the beginnings of his orgasm coming when you suddenly slowed down your movements, wanting to keep him on the edge for as long as you possibly could.

“No I just...fuck I’m going to have to call you later. I’m sorry”

Bucky quickly hung up and through his phone behind him, his other hand reached over to join his grip on your head, causing you to let out a moan in response.

“Shit you’re such a bad girl baby. You like me watching me struggle to stay together don't you? That shit turn you on?”

You let out a hum in approval at his words as you sped up once again, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth and your gagging getting less prominent the more you took his dick down your throat.

“Shit sweetheart, I’m gonna fucking cum. Want me to cum down your throat? You want this don’t you?”

Bucky grabbed onto your hair and pulled you completely off of him, making you gasp and look up at him as he leaned over and pulled you to meet him halfway, meeting you to kiss you roughly. It was all tongue and teeth, your hands rested on his thighs and your core pulsing in anticipation.

“Tell me. Tell me you want it”

He pushed you back down to your position as he took himself in his hand and pumped himself in front of you, making you whine with how hot he sounded to you right now.

“Fuck I want it. Give it to me Bucky please. Please I want it so bad”

Bucky smirked as he stopped pumping himself and pushed you close to him, you taking the hint and taking him completely down your throat once again, “Then take it baby. Fucking take it. Oh shit yes just like that Y/N”

You let out a moan, swearing that if it weren’t for Bucky’s hand in your hair you would think this was all just a dream. Bucky allowed himself to moan, a string of ‘oh shit’ and ‘fuck’ coming out of his mouth. Soon it turned into just your name, over and over again, causing you to grind down to receive some sort of friction, any type of friction. You felt Bucky pulse and tighten in your mouth before he released, the sound of his moans and gasps making you grind down a bit harder. His hand tightened in your hair as you continued sucking him off until he was spent, and even a little after that.

“Shit Y/N, you gotta...gotta stop baby”

You couldn’t help but continue, just for the simple fact that he wanted you to stop. Bucky moaned and grabbed you, pulling you off of him. You let out a small gasp for air as he pulled you off and you sat back on your heels, just watching him recover from your actions. His chest was rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, his hand running through his hair before looking up and over at you. You sent him an innocent look, but the smirk that you sent him was the complete opposite. Devilish, sexy and a little bit mischievous.

“Shit Y/N you....I don’t know what all that was about, but I’ve got a feeling you had that planned somehow”

You smiled and shrugged, “Just had to prove a point to myself”

Bucky let out a groan and smiled before he moved over quickly grabbing you and standing up. You yelled as you wrapped your legs around him and laughed as he made his way over to your room, “My turn now you little minx”

#bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes drabble #james buchanan barnes imagine #James buchanan barnes smut #marvel smut #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #smut

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anythingwriter · 3 years

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Badassery

Thomas Shelby x reader

Warnings: language, Oswald Mosley, teeny tiny bit of sexual assault, implied smut if you squint, small bit of angst

Word count: 1,988 of pure trash:)

Requested by: anonymous 🐆

Summary: At one of Tommy’s famous parties, he sees his wife being hit on by the one and only Oswald Mosley. On his way to save her he stops in his tracks, shocked by how she handled things.

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Y/n Shelby was definitely a force to be reckoned with. While most men and women cleared a path when they saw Tommy coming, they’d clear the whole damn street when they saw her. She was unpredictable and even scarier than Arthur doped up on his snow.

Oh and her looks, she was one of the most beautiful gems Small Heath had ever seen. The men all wanted a taste of her, and the women strived to be her. She knew she was beautiful, and she walked with her head held high in confidence. Most importantly, she knew she could take care of herself. Apparently though, her husband did not.

It was a Friday evening and naturally your husband had decided to throw a party. People from the richest of families were there, wanting to see how the Thomas Shelby lived.

You and Tommy were in the corner conversing amongst yourselves, laughing at the guest and their ridiculous outfits, and Charlie was upstairs with the maids, hopefully asleep by now. Tommy had gone for a normal suit, his ocean eyes standing out against the deep black. You had chosen a beautiful burgundy dress with a daring plunge in the neck, accompanied by a jaw dropping diamond necklace Tommy had given you for your three year anniversary. The dress hugged you perfectly, showing off your best assets. Tommy couldn’t tear his eyes off of you.

“Tommy, look at Mrs.Evans! Sh- she looks like she has a dog wrapped around her neck!” You bent over laughing, having to put a hand on your knee to stop yourself from falling flat out on the floor, almost spilling your wine in the process. Her scarf was obnoxiously large and fluffy, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

Tommy looked over as well, and he chuckled at the sight, nowhere near laughing as hard as you. It was safe to say you were a little more on the tipsier side. He reached down his ring clad hand and grabbed your wine, “that’s enough for you love,” and he put it on the passing butlers tray, mumbling a small thanks in the process.

You straightened back out and looked up at Tommy and gave him the biggest puppy eyes you could muster, you were not done with your wine and you wanted it back.

“Bu-“

“No buts darling, you wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of all these people, right?. Maybe wait until it’s just me and you, yeah? Sound good?” You weakly nodded your head to Tommy, knowing there was no way you were going to win this debate.

“Tommy?”

He turned to look at you, “yes darling?”

You stared at him with the best serious face you could possibly offer in your given state, “ You- you said butts!” You doubled back over again laughing your ass off. It truly wasn’t that funny, but you felt like a damn comedian at this point. Tommy gave you one of his famous “bitch, really” faces and walked away from you.

“Tommy! Where are you going? You can’t just leave me here!” He kept walking to the other side of the room, not once turning around to spare you another glance.

“Tommmmyyyyy!” He still didn’t turn around, and you were about to shout again until you saw some guest looking at you. You gave them all a bitter look and they averted their gazes, none of them wishing to die tonight. You frowned in Tommy’s direction before turning around to find someone you knew to talk too. You spotted Polly in the distance and headed her way.

“Ahhh Mrs.Shelby, lovely to see you this evening.”

You stopped in your tracks at the voice, slowly turning around to meet the cold eyes of Oswald Mosley. All the wine you had drank that night quickly left your system at the sight of him. Tommy had warned you to stay away from him, he warned you that he had no care about the feelings of women. You knew he was a terrible man.

He reached out with his bare clammy hand and grabbed your glove covered one and brought it up to his lips to give it a kiss, never once breaking eye contact with you.

You cringed on the inside, giving him a charming smile anyway. “Lovely too see you as well, Mr.Mosley.”

He looked you up and down, “might I just say dear, you look rather… ravishing tonight,” as the last word left his mouth he allowed his eyes to stop and stare at your breast. You pulled back at this, hating yourself for choosing such a daring dress. “Thank you, sir. I do believe I should go find my husband though, I’m sure he’s looking for me, have a good night Mr.Mosley.”

As you were walking around him to follow the way Tommy had left you moments prior, Oswald latched his hand onto your wrist, pulling you back towards him.

“Actually y/n, I ran into him for a brief conversation before I came to see you, and I can promise he seems quite busy with Mr.Solomons at the moment.” He gave you a sinister smile, still not letting go of your wrist.

You tried to pull back your hand but he only gripped it tighter, your wrist began to throb at this point.

“Mr.Mosley,” your teeth were clenched and you were sure your face was red, “I would actually love to go say hello to Mr.Solomons. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Alfie.” And with one final tug, your wrist slipped from his hold, but he was having none of that. He quickly grabbed you by your hips and pulled you flush to his chest, you could smell the alcohol and cheap cologne coming from him. For being so confident in himself he sure smelt like a piece of shit.

He squeezed your hips too tight for comfort and forced a smile towards you.

“It seems to me, Mrs.Shelby,” squeeze “that you are trying to get away from me. Do you not enjoy my company?” His dark brown eyes were boring into your e/c eyes.

You felt disgusted, who did this man think he was?

You glared at him, you gathered every ounce of anger and disgust you could and pushed it all behind your eyes.

“Mr.Mosley, I suggest you take your hands off of me right now, I don’t believe my husband would be too happy. He doesn’t like sharing.” You were furious, spitting out every word through your clenched teeth.

He scoffed, “your husband? Wouldn’t you like to see what a real man is like?” He still held your hips, and he slowly but forcefully pushed his hips up against yours.

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Across the room, Tommy was looking for you while he listened to Alfie speak. His blood boiled at the sight he found.

“So you see Tommy I-“

“Shut up Alfie.”

Alfie gazed over at Tommy incredulously, his cane stuck in midair from his rambling.

“Ex-fucking-cuse me Thomas?”

Tommy didn’t have time for Alfies games and pointed his cigarette in your direction. He followed Tommy’s hand and widened at the sight. There was no mistaking the disgusting excuse of a man and the beautiful woman Tommy was oh so lucky to call his.

Alfie had met you a couple of times, and although you were one scary bitch, he knew you were kind hearted behind your exterior. Even though you weren’t his he felt rage bubbling inside. He could see the discomfort on your face, he could only imagine what Tommy was thinking.

“Yeah, if I were you lad, I think I would go over and put a bullet in between the wops eyes, yeah.”

“Couldn’t agree with you more Alfie.” And with that Tommy was marching his way across the room to save his wife. When he was halfway across the room with determination on his face, he almost tripped over his own feet. The sight in front of him was not one he was expecting to see.

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Mosley pushed his hips up towards yours, and disgustingly enough you could feel everything through his pants. You could feel bile rising in your throat. You looked over his shoulder and saw Tommy on his way over with figurative steam coming out of his ears.

To hell with Tommy, he was the one that left you in the first place. You didn’t need his help, you were anything but a damsel in distress.

With that you brought your knee up to Mosley’s groin, a satisfactory smile on your face hearing him moan in pain.

When he doubled over in pain you didn’t hesitate before beating on the man.

“I-,” punch “said get-,” punch “off of-,” punch “ME!” kick.

Breathing heavily standing over the bloodied mans body, your senses began to come back to you. The band Tommy had hired stopped playing, everyone had stopped dancing, looking at you with bewilderment on their faces. You could hear Mosley struggling for air beneath you, and Tommy, well he was completely frozen in his spot, his jaw hanging open and he felt something stir inside of him.

You looked around, wiping off the dirt and blood on your hands and snapped at everybody staring at you, “shows over fuckers!” Everyone resumed what they were doing.

Tommy stormed over to you and for a second you thought he was going to shout. His brows were furrowed and he had a scowl on his face. When he was finally standing in front of you, you ducked your head waiting for the scolding.

You let out a surprised sound of shock when Tommy grabbed your face between both his hands and pressed his lips to yours. It was messy and uncoordinated, but neither of you cared.

Recovering from your moment of shock you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing back with just as much neediness. Tommy moved his hands down your back and grabbed your ass, emitting a moan from you and he slipped his tongue in your mouth, groaning at the taste of wine and cigarettes.

When he pulled back for air he stared into your eyes, keeping his hand on your ass.

“That-,” he took a deep breath, “was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” He pulled your hips closer to his, and you could feel him hardening against you.

You smirked up at Tommy, laughing before running your hand down his chest. “Really? I couldn’t tell.”

His eyes darkened, when he opened his mouth to speak again he was interrupted by a very impressed gangster.

“Y/n! Darling!,” Alfie came running over as fast as he could with his leg, swinging his cane all over the place in excitement, almost pulling off Mrs.Evans scarf in the process, “that was amazing! Tell me, how did you do it?”

You gave an innocent smile in the mans direction, still wrapped in Tommy’s arms, “it’s called badassery Alfie, I could teach you if you want?”

Tommy let out a loud laugh at that, letting go of your ass to pull you to his side by your waist and gave Alfie an award winning Thomas Shelby smile.

Alfie looked at you for a moment before laughing himself.

“You gotta’ keeper here Tom, don’t let her go or I’ll snatch her up myself.”

Tommy glared at Alfie and turned his attention to you smiling, “Trust me Alf, I’m never letting this one go.”

And with that Tommy dragged you upstairs into your shared room, showing you how hot he thought it truly was, and awarding you a job well done.

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a/n: I hope you like it honey! I’m not sure I liked the ending though, but I hope y’all do!!❤️❤️

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donald4spiderman · 3 years

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The City

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Summary: Reader is thinking about moving to California. Spencer’s determined to get her to stay.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Category: Fluff (angst if you squint)

**Inspired by Ben’s poetic confession in Parks and Recreations, S3E14**

Here’s a draft i forgot to post

**not edited yet**

Spencer’s POV

As a profiler, I’ve mastered the observation and analysis of behavior— we all have.

Picking the minds of serial killers is second nature— so why is it so hard for me to figure out why (Y/N) is behaving so strangely?

In the recent months, her witty and charming energy has dwindled into a lethargic imitation. Whether she’d admit it or not— (Y/N) can be extremely enthusiastic about certain things— especially our job.

So, when I watch her drag her feet, inch by inch, into the BAU each morning, It’s hard to contain my concern.

I know Morgan has noticed, and I’m sure everyone else has too. They’re probably just too scared to say anything. (Y/N) doesn’t enjoy people prying into her private life, so we all stay a comfortable distance away.

I watch her a lot... more than I’d like to admit. It’s hard to be unaware of her nervous behaviors— the nail biting, hair twisting, skin picking— I practically have enough data to make a correlation graph. I can tell when she’s upset, and it’s happening more than usual.

(Y/N) has always been kind to me. Even when I was at the peak of my stammering, slicked-back hair phase, she treated me with more respect than I deserved. I can only imagine how awkward I must’ve been (or, still am), and I thank her for not belittling me.

I guess I’m validating the Benjamin Franklin Effect when I say this— but I feel like I owe it to her to ask what’s wrong. Over the years I’ve built up (arguably) the closest friendship with her, so it only makes sense for me to bite the bullet for the team.

It’s partially due to the fact that I’ve developed a slight (if not major) crush over time, but who wouldn’t? A gorgeous, intelligent, quick-witted women is kryptonite for any person. Our conversations are always stimulating, she gives the best advice, and she’s always there to comfort a team member.

So, it pains me to see her struggle through a paperwork day. I wish she would reach out to anyone for help, but it’s not in her nature.

“H-Hi.” I smile as I approach her desk. Her tired eyes look up at me, and she smiles back.

“Hey, Reid. What’s up?

I rub the back of my neck nervously. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Morgan and Emily watching me struggle to form a sentence. They giggle as they watch.

“I-I was... um. D-do you want to get coffee with m-me? Not now! I mean— after work!” Morgan stumbles out of the bullpen, barely containing his laugh. I must sound pathetic.

(Y/N) nods hesitantly, “S-sure. I don’t know why you want to get coffee with me, but I’m free.”

“Really?” My surprise shocks her. “T-that’s gr-great! I can drive you!”

She chuckled, “I think I’d rather drive us. I’m pretty sure you can’t drive a mile without hitting a curb.”

I nod fervently. “Sounds good.”

As I make my way back to my desk, I send a glare in Emily’s direction as she continues to smirk at me.

(Y/N) grabs an empty table in the café, and we sit down, huddling close to our warm drinks. She orders a cinnamon latte, I order a black coffee with an unhealthy amount of sugar.

I place the drinks down. “Did you know that cinnamon is shown to reduce systolic blood pressure. It’s commonly used in South Asia and works by dilating blood vessel.”

She nods, “Surprisingly, I did know that. You’re gonna have to teach me something else, Doc.” I laugh in response, enjoying the relaxation that radiates off of her.

“I feel like we don’t get to, um, t-talk as much as I would like to.” My words get caught in my throat and she gives me a lopsided smile.

“Well, we don’t exactly have the most leisurely job.” She states, sipping her drink.

I bite my lip, she looks down. I convince myself that my mind is playing tricks on me, because there’s no way (Y/N) would glance down to watch me pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I know... but you used to talk more.”

“I’ve been busy lately. Tired too.” She mumbles.

I mean forward slightly, my voice is a hushed whisper. “A-are you... okay?” I’m anticipating an defensive response, but all she does is sigh.

“I’m alright. I just... I’m getting tired of being here— in D.C.”

My eyes widen and my brows knit together. “W-What! Why?”

(Y/N) shrugs, “I don’t know. I just expected to feel... really, really attached to D.C when I first moved here. I love my job, and I love you guys— but nothing’s keeping me here.”

My face drops. My disappointment is adamant because she scrambles to reassure me.

“It’s not that I don’t absolutely love working with you guys. You’re my best friend, Spencer. But... I came to D.C to... I don’t know... settle down.” It comes out as more of a question rather a statement. “It’s sounds weird, right? Me, settling down?” She laughs. “I-I don’t mean a husband and a family necessarily. I moved here because I wanted to belong somewhere.”

“You don’t feel like you belong?”

“I feel... I feel like everything I have right now is temporary. It’s not the feeling I expected to have. I just want to have something permanent in my life for once.”

I remain silent, lacking the proper response.

“Please don’t tell anyone!” She pleaded.

I smile solemnly, “I won’t. I promise.”

In that moment, I make another promise. Not just to (Y/N), but to myself. I’m going to show her how many things she has here for her in D.C.

I’m going to prove how much I believe she belongs.

I started by bringing her coffee each morning— a cinnamon latte from the same café we went to.

The first time she seemed pleasantly surprised. I sped through the doors of the bullpen, my coat and slacks absolutely soaked due to the rainy D.C weather. She giggled at the sight of my hair plastered to my forehead. I was certain that I looked like a wet dog.

“Morning!” I greeted, placing down both cups of coffee on her desk so I could fix my hair. “I-uh-I got you coffee. A cinnamon latte, of course.”

(Y/N) smiles brightly, “You’re the best. Thanks, Reid. I definitely needed this.”

Hotch and Rossi are watching me curiously, pretending not to look up from their files. At this moment, I could care less.

“It’s n-nothing.” Suddenly I’m blushing furiously under the weight of her stare.

“Thanks, again.” She clears her throat, “Y-you’re a really good friend.”

She smiles. And I smile.

In the next three weeks, (Y/N) and I grow closer at a rate faster then ever. I try to do something small for her everyday. Finishing up a file for her; Bringing her coffee or water; Sitting next to her on the jet. It appears to be working— she looks much more relaxed and happy. Her sarcastic humor is back and she engages more with the team.

We’ve decided to hang out after today. I find myself enjoying every minute with her, even if all we do is talk, eat, and walk around aimlessly. I’m sure she’s tired of me, but my infatuation with her only grows.

Tonight, we’re sitting at the park, watching people on their late night jogs, dog walkers, babysitters. We finished eating Indian food at a local restaurant. Turns out we’re both regulars at the same place, it’s a shame we haven’t run into each other.

She’s sitting criss-cross on the bench, her elbow rested on top of her knee. “You know,” She starts, “D.C is pretty great. I don’t think I’ve felt this... content in a while.”

I smile, even if it’s too dark for her to see. “Th-thanks. D.C is a great place, despite averaging 39 inches of rain annually.”

She means her head back against the bench. “I still don’t know. I feel like I’m just waiting for something. I don’t even know what that something is... a sign maybe?”

“A sign?” I laugh.

“Y-yeah... a sign. I’d usually make a pros and cons list and research the differences between the two places but... this decision feels too personal to look at it as just statistics.”

In this very moment, I decide to toss all my concerns, questions, what if’s, into the wind. This is my final move; my last resort; my Hail Mary.

My hands are trembling, and it takes me seconds to force the words out of my throat.

“W-well, besides the higher cost of living and considerably gloomy weather, D.C can be a p-pretty great place to reside. It has a busy political culture and is one of the most diverse states in the country.” I pause for a little longer than necessary.

“But, besides statistics and facts, if w-we look past objectivity, to me: D.C is where my friends are, and my friends are my family. Um... I like The City because it’s home to so many great people. A-and I know it’s hard to see the good in things considering how much violence we see on a daily basis, but certain people make me believe that things aren’t all that bad.”

(Y/N)‘a listening attentively, making me even more nervous than I thought possible. “D.C— The City— is beautiful. It’s charming. It’s a warm, cinnamon latte on a rainy day, o-or a late night walk in the park. To me, it’s home.” I catch her smirking a little bit, and I can only hope that she understands what I’m trying to say.

“Plus, The City is really good at her job. The City’s an excellent profiler. But, the city’s an even better friend, and an even better person. It doesn’t hurt that The City has great hair, and gorgeous eyes, and a perfect smile. And, she does this cute thing where she twists the ends of her hair, even if I keep telling her to stop. The City’s beautiful and definitely out of my league. She probably wants nothing to with me now, but I don’t care. I really like The City. And, even if she doesn’t like me back, she should stay, because there are so many people that like and love The City. ‘Cause who wouldn’t.”

(Y/N) is full on grinning right now, and it’s hard to stay patient when so much is on the line.

“Wow.” She giggles. “You really like The City.”

I chuckled awkwardly, “Y-yeah. I really do.”

“I mean, if you think The City’s so great, maybe I should stay. Plus, I’m sure The City likes you too.”

I feign confusion, “Really? I don’t know... The City can be kind of closed off sometimes.”

“Trust me— The City definitely likes you back. And I don’t think The City appreciates you saying that about her”

“Oh really?” I gasp. “Let’s ask her.”

I turn my head around, then proceed to look back at (Y/N) in the most dramatic fashion.

“Hey.” I laugh.

“Oh, Hi Dr. Reid!” She feigns surprise to match my frivolousness.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, b-but I really like you. And, a little birdy told me that you like me back.”

She laughs heartily, “Well, that little birdy is a pretty reliable source.”

Soon, her head is resting on my shoulder. My body’s stiff and the air is caught in my lungs, but I feel more content than I have in years. Somehow the weather is warmer, and the sun is brighter, and things just seem... better.

“This is a great city.” She mumbles, peering up at me in the most adorable fashion.

“Yeah,” I smile, “It really is.”

“Pawnee’s a really special town, I love living there. And, I look forward to the moments in my day where I get to hang out with the town, and talk to the town about stuff. The town has really nice blonde hair too. And, it’s read a shocking number of political biographies for a town, which I like.” - Ben Wyatt

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aminiatureworld · 3 years

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Injury

Characters: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,657

Warnings: Blood, injury, slight violence, minor villain death

Premise: Sometimes the pain of others can hurt even more than one’s own. In which the reader is injured.

Author’s Note: Week 3 of keeping up my writing schedule let’s go! This week is a bit angsty, my forte (I think?) As usual part one – with Albedo, Childe, and Diluc – will be posted tonight and part two – Kaeya, Xiao and Zhongli – tomorrow.

At first this was going to be both your injury and your recovery but then the first character hit over 1.5k words so I guess this is going to be a pseudo-series. I really don’t know the definition of concise lol.

In the first part of my last fic I realize I gendered a word. I’m super sorry about that, and I promise to fix it and tag properly next time. Childe gets to go into the stone forest cause I say he can. I’m not sure if waypoints are diegetic or nondiegetic. I decided to make them so. Also the first hospital in China was opened in the early 1800s, and I know hospitals aren’t very “fantasy” but Teyvat has good medical science in my book.

Albedo

Throughout his life the one thing that Albedo never truly understood was peoples’ obsession with modesty, even when it was false.

There was a lot that Albedo was proud of in regards to himself; his intellect for one, his curiosity, his abilities as an alchemist, the fact that he feared little in the world. Above all perhaps was the pride he held in carrying himself without falling into hysteria, his grip on his emotions was impeccable and whenever he was unfortunate enough to see others gripped with a heavy emotion he was always left with a sour feeling in his mouth – a disgust for someone who had so little sense they couldn’t even control themselves.

This was a pride that left him quickly enough upon seeing you injured.

It wasn’t meant to be a dangerous expedition. It’d merely been a check of the vast network of caves and tunnels that could be found in Dragonspine. A route affair, mundane even in how simple it supposedly was. There was nothing to be afraid of. Albedo had told you that back at home and you’d smiled in agreement. Yes, there was nothing to be worried of, a few hilichurls at most and a temperature that could be easily kept in check with the right preparation. You’d be there and back in less than a day, no problem.

Everything, however, had gone horribly wrong. The cave that you two intended to explore turned out to be a vast network, full of tight tunnels and half submerged under freezing water. You two had managed that well enough, although once Albedo had almost slipped and fallen into the underground river, the whole outlook of the expedition was looking drearier and drearier.

Eventually you’d reached what had seemed to be the heart of the cave, floor after floor of ice with a hole in the middle, all lit up by crystal and scarlet quartz. It was an impressive sight to be sure and you’d stood a little ways away from the edge, observing the way the light refracted off the ice coated walls, waiting for Albedo to be finished with his sampling, enjoying the awesome sight in front of you.

Albedo had just finished when you’d let out a yelp. Whirling around he saw what had captured your attention – a wild snowboar who’d managed to wander in. The two of you watched the very confused creature in awe, only staring as it stomped the ground and charged right into the wall.

That was a mistake.

All of the sudden the cavern started shaking violently. Cursing the boar for its terrible – or maybe impeccable – aim the two of you sprinted towards the exit. You’d managed to gain the lead, not bogged down by Albedo’s extensive equipment, and had turned around near the beginning of the tunnel in order to help him. Just as you were heading back one of the many icicles that lined the roof of the cave came undone, landing with a sickening thud right where your collarbone met your spine.

You’d dropped like a rock, and Albedo felt his stomach to turn water and his mind turn to static, as suddenly all logic seemed to leave him, instead replaced by dread so overpowering he seemed to lose track of his surroundings, chained to the ground by something greater than himself.

You groaned and time seemed to unfreeze itself, instead accelerating at a breakneck pace. Leaping into action Albedo immediately dropped all of his equipment, the sound of glass vials shattering muffled by the cases that held them and the panic that was gripping him. Hauling you over his back he ran through the tunnels, wincing every time you made a sound and biting his tongue every time he shimmied through a particularly tight spot and it seemed it might not let the two of you pass as you were.

He could feel the blood seeping through his gloves. Your blood. Only a few minutes ago he wasn’t even sure that icicles could make one bleed. Now he wished he’d never found out, wished that he’d never asked to explore the caves of Dragonspine, wished that you’d never agreed to it. How could he have been so foolish, so blind to the dangers that waited in vast caverns of ice and snow, where the slightest wrong movement could spell your death.

Albedo could’ve cried when he sighted the camp. Indeed he might’ve, realizing that there were frozen tears on his cheeks only after you’d been taking to the medical tent. He hadn’t noticed, hadn’t noticed anything really in those terrifying moments between when you’d gotten hurt and when he’d made it to the camp. It all seemed not to exist in his mind, washed away by the emotions that had wracked his mind and body. Even now he couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop the tide of emotions that was crashing into him like a wave, utterly helpless as he was thrown this way and that.

The pride that he’d clung to was in tatters, and Albedo looked upon it now in disgust. He’d been so innocent, so foolish, perhaps mercifully so. But all that was gone, and his certainty had gone with it. There was nothing left of him almost; nothing except fear and anger and worry, and Albedo wondered when he might ever feel sure of everything again.

It was cloudy when you were released, arm in a sling, brace around your shoulders. Albedo wasn’t sure how much time had passed, it had seemed like an eternity. The urge to run up to you and wrap you in the tightest hug imaginable was intense, but the sight of the brace held him back. Instead he brought you hand up to his face, kissing your palm before holding it against his cheek. You smiled at that, but there was fatigue in your eyes and you said nothing. Albedo couldn’t blame you. He moved to let go and turn towards the path, somehow feeling unworthy of holding your hand after being the cause of your predicament, but you quickly grasped his hand once more. He smiled a slightly shocked smile, but made no move to let go.

As you two walked back to Mondstadt Albedo felt himself once more flooded by negative thoughts. Lowering his gaze so he was looking at the ground he paused for a moment.

“I’m sorry.”

Albedo found his voice cracking, tears welling his eyes even as he chastised himself for how stupid he must’ve looked. You were safe, you were going to be alright, the head of the clinic had said so himself. Why then did he still feel like he might crumble any minute? Shaking his head he moved to cover his face with his hand.

“Hey.” There was still fatigue in your voice, but there was also an urgency in it. You squeezed the hand you were holding, moving so you were facing him. “Hey, is it okay if you look at me?”

Albedo moved his head up slowly. He was truly crying by now, having given up all efforts to do so otherwise. You smiled softly as his eyes met yours.

“I’m alright, okay? And you shouldn’t blame yourself for this. I doubt that even the drunkest man in Monstadt could’ve guessed a wild boar would wander in a cavern and start a cave in. You can’t control fate you know.”

“I know.” Albedo forced the words out, although more and more it seemed impossible, his throat was too constricted to be anything more than barely coherent. “Still. I should’ve known. And I should’ve kept it together. I, why am I crying? Why wasn’t I in control? Why, why am I still not in control?”

“Because you’re human Albedo.” You replied, shaking your head slightly. “You’re the most wonderful human alive, but you’re still human. You mustn’t beat yourself up for what you are. I’d rather you cry anyways. There’s nothing noble in hiding your emotions, they must come out one way or another. So please, please cry all you want, long and hard. And tomorrow you can start your penance, alright?”

“Penance?” Albedo mumbled, still crying. You nodded, smile still nothing but fondness and understanding.

“Well someone’s going to have to help me for the next two months. And I know you’re too much a gentleman to make me stumble along myself.”

“Of course.” Albedo’s answer came fast and sure. He paused then, realizing that, by distracting him with the weeks to come, you’d managed to give him a pocket of time to calm himself, to feel himself once more firmly planted on the ground. Love mixed with anger and sadness in his mind, and for a moment he could only marvel at you.

Albedo leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. He’d do whatever he could to help you, this he promised himself. And this too he promised himself; you’d never ever be hurt on his watch again.

Childe

If there was anything that Childe hated it was a lack of control. The feeling of everything slipping through his fingers was something he’d felt often as a child, and that feeling had haunted him. When he’d signed up as a member of the Fatui he’d promised himself that he’d never feel that way again. He’d protect those he loved and he’d keep his life from falling apart. It was a promise he was determined to keep, no matter what.

You two had decided to go hiking. Or rather it was less of a hike and more of a rock climb. Childe had long bragged that the Huaguang Stone Forest was the most beautiful place to watch the sunset, and you’d finally gotten a free weekend. Waypointing your way there initially, your partner had taken an almost childlike joy from choosing which mountain was the highest.

“Childe have you decided yet? The sun is almost at the horizon.” You called out at the Harbinger. Childe was, much to your dismay, the stronger climber, and had taken to scouting ahead of time to see if the spot you were climbing to was any good. Now he glanced down at you, mischief written all over his face, his smirk flashier than usual. He put his hand on his chin and looked outward once more.

“Hmm… I don’t know…”

“Childe!” You exclaimed, your arms slightly killing you. You really wish that you’d convinced Childe to bring a roped and belay. Unfortunately that request had been met with a whine and an accusation of “that’s cheating!” You’d laughed it off at the time, but now you were starting to regret your partner’s recklessness. As much as you were enjoying your time – being alone with Childe always felt intensely special and you cherished every moment of it – you were also impatient to actually watch the sunset, and in your hurry you wondered if it might not be faster to climb back down and watch from the bridge.

“I do believe that we’ve found the tallest one!”

“Thank the Seven.” You groaned, hurrying to get to the top. Childe chuckled, watching you scale up the mountain.

“Oh come now, I had to make sure it was perfect! Besides you looked so comfortable perched there, it almost hurt to disrupt you.”

“When I get up there I’m killing you.” You shot back, reaching towards the ledge. Still laughing Childe stuck out his hand and you moved to grab it, pushing off with your feet as much as possible, determined to make it up the mountain in the next move.

The laughter died from Childe’s lips the moment your hand missed. Instead it was replaced by fear, cold and sharp as a knife, plunging straight through his heart. Time seemed to slow down, but you were falling so fast, falling, falling, falling. Catapulting himself off the top of the mountain Childe reached out for you. In his mind he was screaming. Glide. Oh please, for the love of the Seven glide. Please, don’t fall, it’s so high up. I couldn’t bear it. Please.

Still the words were stuck in his mouth, and his throat only constricted more when you hit the bridge with a sickening thud. Releasing his own wings at the last moment he landed on the bridge too, only a few meters away from where you were now crumpled up. Running over he scooped you up. You’d managed to right yourself at the last moment in the air so that you were landing feet first, but though you’d managed to protect your head your legs dragged limply, and one was bent at an awkward angle. Looking at your mangled form, listening to you as you screamed and whimpered in pain, Child felt overwhelmed by his vast helplessness. There was nothing he could do. Burying his head in your neck he sobbed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

The journey to Liyue was excruciating, both for you and for Childe. Although there was no external bleeding the initial adrenaline of falling had no worn off and you felt every jolt and movement as Childe slung you on his back, wrapping his arms around your thighs and carrying you to the nearest waypoint and then to the Liyue doctor. Even when Childe was standing still you thought you might die from the sheer pain. So intense it was that sometimes you gave up, blacking out only to wake up feeling like you were drowning, the burning air around you almost too hot and too heavy to breathe.

Childe willed himself to numbness throughout the journey, only allowing him to collapse once you’d reached the hospital, practically ramming into the nearest chair in the waiting room, the situation washing over him.

How could he have let this happen? Hadn’t he made a promise? A promise that he’d protect those he’d love, that he’d never lose control of a situation again, that he’d never let those he cared about suffer? Where was that promise now? His whole world seemed to collapse in on itself now. He hadn’t been able to protect you. Despite his training, his reflexes, his vision, his everything. You’d still fallen. And as powerful as Childe liked to think he was, he still couldn’t turn back time and stop your suffering.

Finally the doctor opened the door and Childe was let in to see you. After informing him that you were on painkillers the doctor left you two alone. Faced with you laying on the hospital bed Childe sank into the nearest chair. Lacing his fingers through yours he drew circles on your hand over and over. For a moment you two said nothing, then Childe let his head rest on your hands. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, voice raw.

“I know.” You replied, mind a bit hazy from the painkillers, the magic infused herbs luring you to sleep. Still you pushed forward, needing to say something before Childe let himself be carried away. “I know, but it’s not your fault. And it’s not irreversible. The doctor says in 8 weeks I’ll be fine. Until then, we’ll just have to improvise.”

“But what about your adventuring? Your commissions? How can you do those if you can’t –”

“I’ll figure it out. Adventuring isn’t just monster slaying you know. And there’s no catastrophe in being in a wheelchair or on crutches.” You shook your head. Childe was still crying, and you could feel his tears running down your linked hands.

“Ajax.” Childe’s head shot up, surprised. He loved when you called him by his true name, it always seemed like a song falling from your lips. And now that song was filled with understanding, if not a bit of sadness. “I want you to not blame yourself.” You continued. “I know it’ll be hard, I know that these feelings won’t go away. And I’m not blaming you for them. I’m not happy about this either, of course I’m not, I just went through a world of pain. But I won’t be able to stand watching you beat yourself up for 8 weeks, I won’t be able to stand that look in your eyes every time you look at me. So please, please stop. If not for yourself then for me.”

Childe stared at your for a while. You waited, not wanting to rush his thought process. Eventually though he shook his head, a small smile finally breaking his expression.

“You’re too good for me you know. Alright. I promise to try. It’s the least I could do.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. Childe smiled back. He didn’t know how you managed to do it, how you managed to take his fears and look them in the face. All he knew at that moment was that he loved you. And for now, that was enough.

Diluc

Diluc stared in horror as the Fatui Bracer aimed a Geo projectile right at you, his horror multiplying into rage and terror as the concentrated energy flew through the air and landed right at the base of your ribcage. You crumpled at the impact, wheezing heavily, apparently stunned from the power and speed of the attack.

How could this have happened? Diluc knew that the Fatui were gathering in Mondstadt, something that the winery owner turned Darknight Hero couldn’t stand. But never did he think to see Fatui skirmishers right outside the walls of Monstadt, strolling along the beach of Cider Lake as if it were Snezhnaya. Never did he think he’d have to see another loved one felled by a member of the Fatui, and never did he think that he could bear the emotions coursing through him now.

He made quick work of the Bracer, hacking and swinging without rhyme or reason, barely able to comprehend what was going on. Everything felt oddly separated from him, as if he were watching through someone else’s eyes, watching as he burned through the Bracer’s shields as easily as if it were made of wax, leaving the man groaning and screaming in pain before silencing him altogether.

The feeling of separation only grew more powerful as he ran over to you. You seemed to be conscious, but your breathing was shallow and ragged, and the place where the Fatui’s attack had hit seemed mangled, one of your ribs having seemingly been broken. You were screaming, though it was hoarse and low and tired. Still if you were screaming you were alive, and at least Diluc could hold onto that.

Carrying you in his arms Diluc winced as you let out another shriek of pain. You two weren’t far from the gates of Monstadt, but every step seemed to be a thousand steps and what was surely only a few hundred meters instead felt like tens of thousands of miles.

You were going to be alright. At least the doctor had said you were going to be alright. Surely Diluc could be grateful for that? But he didn’t feel grateful, instead he felt anger and hatred welling up inside of him. He’d told himself it was no good to be an angry or hateful person, that doing so would only push you away, would only destroy the fragile bonds he’d managed to build between you and a selection of others. But still the anger and the hatred lingered, refusing to be quelled or stuffed away.

He wanted revenge. Revenge on the Fatui, on the Tsaritsa, on the uncaring world that let him be so tormented, and that so tormented the ones he loved. How could this have happened to you? You who were made of goodness, more goodness than he’d found in the world beforehand. How was this a fitting reward?

It was decided that you could stay at the Winery during the 6 grueling weeks that was to be your convalescence. Diluc said nothing on the way there. He was afraid what would happened if he opened his mouth. Already he knew his face was betraying the feelings welling within him. He didn’t need to make it worse, not now.

Arriving at the Winery Diluc carried you to his room, the nicest room there was. Up to this point you’d said nothing, and Diluc wondered if you weren’t too groggy to do so. However when you spoke up there was an urgency in your voice, one he simply couldn’t ignore.

“You’re angry. You’re trying to hide it but I know it.”

“I’m not the one in pain right now.” Came a curt reply. Diluc was looking at you with what others might’ve mistaken as a glare. Perhaps it was even that, but there was something beneath it, and you knew it ultimately wasn’t directed at you.

“I am. And I’m upset too. But I’ve accepted it. You need to accept that you’re angry too. Burying it won’t help, it’ll only make it worse you know. You have to acknowledge your emotions. You don’t have to hide them. At least not in front of me.”

The expression on Diluc’s face finally broke. The anger there was raw and palapable, but there was also something else, something he’d also buried.

“I was… terrified.” Diluc finally let out. “I was so terrified it frightened me. I… I thought I was going to lose you.”

“And you shouldn’t have to hide that either.” You prodded softly. “But I’ll be alright, I promise. So please, just be open with me and then we’ll go from there.”

Diluc nodded, finding himself unable to speak. Walking over to where you were laying down he peppered kisses all over your face, light and ethereal as butterflies.

He’d do right by you. That’s what he promised himself, after all the hiding and the pain. He’d do right by you. But he’d also not forgive the Fatui for what they’d done, and tonight when Monstadt was asleep the Darknight would be watching. And for any Snezhnayan roaming the streets and lurking in the shadows, there’d be no forgiveness.

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belong (h.p x y/n)

requested : yes!!! my very first :D [So I don’t know if your up for request but if you are would you mind to do a dom Harry x fem reader and him using different toys on you. You can ignore this if you want ! Anyhow have a nice day !! :)] send in your own request here!

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cw / tw : smut!!!!, name-calling, slight degradation, dom!harry, references like sir etc., bondage, slight exhibitionism, sex toys, anal play, edging, overstimulation, jealousy, possessiveness

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a/n: slight au in this one, basically voldy doesn't exist, like he died or wtv idk . just normal hogwarts with high-school dynamics. hope you enjoy!

"Who do you belong to darling?"

The answer was muffled through the cries that escaped your lips, but Harry gently hit your bum, letting out a harsh 'speak' as he thrust into you, eliciting a soft mewl from your lips as you gasped.

"You, Harry, only you. No one else could make me feel as good as you do!"

⚔︎

It was the party of the year. The Slytherin common-room was in full swing as all four houses meshed together to simply wind down after exams and have a good time. You'd gone to the party with a few girl friends from your dorm, Harry promising to meet you there after he was done with quidditch practice.

"Hey y/l/n! Want a drink?"

Zabini approached you sitting on the couch, two red solo cups in hand as he passed one to you, flopping down on the green satin couch and wrapping an arm around you. The two of you weren't exactly friends, but also weren't exactly strangers. You shared flirty comments in potions, but both of you knew nothing serious would come from it. He was just fun to be around, and you knew he felt the same about you.

Oh, and there was something else about him.

Seeing you talk to Blaise drove Harry absolutely insane.

It wasn't that Harry didn't trust you, he definitely did. He just was an incredibly possessive guy, and you found it really, really hot. But also, you found yourself enjoying Blaise's company, so you grew closer to the Slytherin. Playing with fire more and more as the days passed. ⚔︎ Harry stepped into the Slytherin Common Room laughing, the door closing behind him as he slapped Ron on the back. Scanning the room, the laughter dissipated and his jaw clenched, unconsciously gripping Ron's shirt which had the ginger wincing, looking to see what had pissed his best friend off. Ron's eyes landed on you, clad in a tight-fitting dress, sitting with Zabini's arm wrapped around your shoulders. The pair of you were laughing at something as you leaned in a little too close to the Slytherin. The seeker's eyes narrows behind his glasses, stalking over to the couch and stood in front of you. "Oh hey Haz! I didn't know you'd come already. D'you wanna top me off?" Shoving your cup into your boyfriend's hands, Harry took a whiff of the container which reeked of firewhiskey. He could tell you were tipsy, and pulled you up off the couch, whispering into your ear. "No, but I'd like to fill you up." You swallowed slightly, your throat suddenly feeling dry despite all that you'd been drinking that night. Harry threw Blaise a weak smile as he leaned away from your ear, a smile that definitely did not match the dark look in his eyes. "Zabini I'm going to take her back to my dorm for a bit. She's clearly out of it." The aforementioned Slytherin shrugged and got up off the sofa, not before turning back to throw you a wink. "Until next time, Y/N." ⚔︎ The door to Harry's dorm was thrown open with just a wave of his hand, an impressive feat of wandless magic that you were not in the proper headspace to admire. "Did you forget who you belonged to, y/n, hmm? Because it sure as hell seemed like it." The boy all but growled at you, making you shiver slightly, dampness pooling in your underwear. "W-what do you mean Harry?" The boy let out a humourless laugh, his eyes dark with lust and determination, before pushing you down onto the bed nearest to the door, pinning your arms above you. "It seems my little slut needs to be taught a lesson." A moan elicited from your throat as Harry leaned down to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your hands shot to your usual position – lost in his mess of curls. But he moved away as soon as you did so. "No can do baby doll, bad girls don't get to touch. In fact, I think that in itself deserves a punishment. Come, get up, strip, then lay yourself over my lap." You slipped off your dress and shoes, standing in front of Harry in just the green lace underwear that you'd worn for the night. The sight of the underwear made Harry's cock swell slightly, but a bitter taste formed in his mouth. "You little slut. Wore that for Zabini didn't you? Your pretty little tits covered in Slytherin colours. Now we can't have that, can we?" He grabbed you harshly, basically throwing you over his lap as he grabbed your left tit over the thin lace of your bra, his other calloused hand rubbing your ass. He took the bra off, letting your tits free, throwing the bra somewhere across the room, summoning a paddle from a secret trunk under his bed. "Now my little whore, I want you to count, and thank me with each one. Let's start with twenty, and we'll see how it goes." You whined in response, but did not object. Slap. "One, thank you sir." Slap. ⚔︎ Twenty-eight spanks later – Harry said you answered too late for some, and squealed a little too loud for the others, and you were on the verge of tears. Wiping the tears that had spilled away, Harry flipped you onto the bed, a dangerous smile on his face. "Very good baby. But don't think it's over yet. You still haven't answered for your actions. You know how I feel about Zabini. Now, I'll make you feel the same." Waving his hand yet again, ribbons, crimson ones of course, flew to bind your hands and legs to the posts of the 4-poster bed. A gag followed

a few moments later, covering your mouth. Leaving you for a second, Harry returned with an array of his favourite toys, making you whimper at the sight of them. He switched on his favourite one, a purple curved vibrator, and pressed it to your clothed clit, a moan ripping from your throat as he toyed with your nipple simultaneously. "Now, because you've been so bad, I don't think you deserve to cum until I've been inside you. Don't you agree darling?" Shaking your head vigorously, your body too sensitive for you to produce any noise, you pleaded with your eyes, but Harry only smirked. "Oh you do! Fantastic. Now, since my little slut is so enthusiastic, why don't we try something new?" Harry ripped the green thong right off of your body, making you groan slightly, narrowing your eyes at him as he smiled innocently back at you. His fingers traced your slit making you moan, gathering the moisture that you had produced on two of his fingers, before leaning forward to give your cunt a soft lick. His slickened hand slowly started to trace your asshole, pushing one finger in as he pushed his tongue into your hole, thrusting in and out of both holes with the same pace. "You like that? You good? Remember to click." The words caused vibrations to travel up your body, moaning into the gag, nodding. Harry's concern for you turning you on further, the knowledge that you could get out of the restraints at any second making you remember how much Harry cared for you. The aforementioned boy hastened the pace at your encouragement, adding a second finger into your asshole. Just as your moans started getting louder and your cunt began fluttering, Harry stopped, moving away from you and off the bed, making you shriek in protest of your lost orgasm. "I told you darling, not yet." With that, he picked up the vibrator he'd abandoned just now, as well as a set of anal beads that he'd newly acquired, and gently put them into you, leaning back and admiring his work. "Well, I'm going back to the party. See you in a bit!" Harry plucked his wand from his back pocket, casting disillusionment and muffliato charms over you, ignoring the screams of protest that came from behind the gag. "Oh by the way, the muffliato is only for the vibrator. Not for you. Don't be too loud! And don't forget. No cumming. Love you!" ⚔︎ Harry was back at the party, sipping his firewhiskey and not even slightly listening to what Dean was saying to him. All he could think about was Y/N. Naked. Tied up. Shaking. Moaning his name. The thought alone made him so hard he was certain you could see every vein of his dick through his pants. "Anyways, I'm going to go back to the dorm real quick. I promised Nott to get him a...Muggle treat. Be right back." Only after the slight slap on the bicep and the closing of the massive wood doors did Harry register what Dean had said. "Oh shit." ⚔︎ You couldn't help yourself as the vibrations kept thrumming through you, trying to keep yourself quiet had become almost useless as you knew that everyone in your grade was at the party, but the fear and adrenaline of being caught turned you on more and more. You and Harry had discussed doing something like this multiple times, but you'd never expected it to be tonight. Torn from your thoughts, you were forced to remember why this toy was Harry's favourite as the vibrations changed in intensity once in a while – Harry could control it with his wand, and Merlin was he doing it. It was like the boy had memorised the way you orgasmed, knew exactly how much it would take to get you to the edge, and then knew exactly how to get you off of it. Lost in your thoughts, you nearly missed the thundering of someone coming up the stairs, and you immediately shut your mouth. Struggling against the restraints you remembered the disillusionment charm, and bit on the gag, hoping whoever came in would go straight back out. "Now where's that bloody mag?" Dean had slipped into the room, tripping over his feet slightly, causing him to have to steady himself on the bed nearest to the door, the

bed you were currently tied to, which nearly made you squeal in fear and shock, suddenly thankful for the gag that had been making your jaw ache. "Merlin, who's–" "Ay mate." Harry walked into the room, a cup barely hanging from his hands as he nodded at Dean, casting a sly glance towards the bed he knew you were on. "Hey Harry. Why're you up here?" The small smile that appeared on Harry's face made you shudder as he subtly turned up the vibrations on his wand. That boy was going to be the death of you... "Nothing much. Kinda tired, and I came here to find something for y/n. I'll head back down in a bit." A hum came from Dean's shadow, who was stood at a bed that was far too close to yours for your liking, as a triumphant sound emerged from the boy. "Finally found the mag! Right, I'm headed back down, see you in a bit Potts." ⚔︎ As the disillusionment charm lifted, Harry was greeted by a very, very, red y/n, with every crevice of your body twitching. An intense moan ripped from your throat as you watched him approach you, caressing your body softly, feeling the callouses on his hands on your soft skin. "You've been so good for me baby. So good. Are you ready for your reward?" You nodded vigorously, tears spilling from your eyes as he switched off the vibrator, removing it from your hole. He began stripping, the slow pop of each button on his dress shirt revealing more and more of his quidditch toned body, making you cry out as the seeker pulled down his pants, allowing his cock out of the tight restraints of his jeans. He removed the gag, placing a soft kiss on your lips as whimpers and moans erupted. "Please. I need you inside me so bad. Want you so bad. Please sir." He attached his lips to your neck, smiling against it as he pumped himself softly, prepping himself to enter you. "Now I can't deny my pretty little slut what she wants, can I?" He sank into you, both of you moaning out simultaneously as he felt your wet warmth tighten around him, reaching behind you to pull the silver anal beads out. "Oh, Haz, please. I'm going – to cum already." Harry began thrusting in and out of you, loud moans rumbling against your collarbone as he kissed and sucked on it, leaving a dark hickey on the bone. "Fuck, yes, cum around my cock. Let me feel your tight little cunt cum baby." A scream ripped from your throat, your voice almost hoarse from the sound you'd just emitted, your entire body shuddering as you released the most intense orgasm of your life – having been kept on edge for almost two hours now. "Fuck, Harry!" As you came, Harry clicked his fingers as quickly as he thrusted into you, the binds falling away from your appendages. Basking in a post-orgasmic bliss for a brief moment, you were brought back into reality by Harry continuing his thrusts into you. "Oh, you're so tight. And this pretty little pussy is all mine." You wrapped your hands around his neck, pressing your lips close to Harry's, moaning against his lips as the thrusts hastened. His hand reached down to your clit, rubbing in vigorous circles, while yours gripped onto his shoulders, leaving nail marks – a reminder of tonight. "Tell me. Who do you belong to darling?" The answer was muffled through the cries that escaped your lips, but Harry gently hit your bum, letting out a harsh 'speak' as he thrust into you, eliciting a soft mewl from your lips as you gasped. "You, Harry, only you. No one else could make me feel as good as you do!" Content with the answer, Harry began kissing down your neck, before reaching your tits, sucking and kissing the two nipples, never stopping the furious attack on your clit. "Come on y/n. Cum for me again baby. Cum with me." His cock twitched inside of you, and the stimulus of everything came down upon you as you came for the second time, and Harry the first, releasing his seed into you, moaning into your breast as you scratched down Harry's back, no doubt leaving marks for everyone to see during tomorrow's practice. He pulled out of you slowly, watching as the aftermath of your time together spilled out of your hole, then placed tender kisses on your ankles and wrists. "You did so well for me darling. So, so well." You hummed, caught in a daze, uncertain of how to keep your head from spinning at the moment. "How are you baby? Give me a colour y/n." The colours were a measure of your well-being: green was good, orange was uncertain but alright, red, well red doubled as your safe word. But you'd never had to use it once with Harry. "Orange, because my head won't stop spinning and my body won't stop thrumming. But I'm fine Haz." He smiled worriedly down at you, his glasses fogged slightly from the sweat that dripped down his face. "I love you so much. Now let's get you cleaned up." ⚔︎ After Harry cleaned you up and about fifteen minutes lounging on, well, whoever's bed this was, you slipped on your dress, without any underwear on, because Harry had literally ripped your thong apart, and got ready to head back down to the party.

"You're so beautiful. I love you so much."

Harry pinched your ass through the dress, giving you a kiss as you two stood at the top of the stairs, meeting Ron who was on his way up.

"Hey mate. Going to bed?"

The ginger nodded, yawning slightly.

"Yeah, hard practice today. See you tomorrow mate. You too y/n. Looks like you had fun."

He wiggled his eyebrows at the hickeys that covered your neck and collarbones, causing you to blush as Harry pushed his friend towards the room.

"Alright alright. Get outta here. Good night!"

The ginger gave a reply, which then turned into a shriek.

"Harry! Why's there a bra on my bed! And a – AHHH. Wait, why's Seamus' bed a mess? He made it this morning! Harry! For fuck's sake! We made a promise not to EVER DO THIS!"

The sound of footsteps came towards the large oak doors, as Harry ushered you down the stairs, the two of you laughing.

"Run. Run. RUN!"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! Just you wait!"

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