#pat's bus stop wife voice

[fiercynn]

patpran roleplaying their bus stop characters but in bed

[ddejavvu]

Hey Mei 🫶

Here’s my idea - BAU!wife who yells at Hotch when he yells at their team members because she’s a protective momma bear. And hotch secretly loves it because his wife yelling gets him all hot and bothered.

Love you 🫶 and your writing thank you 🧡

Perhaps it's an unwise idea to pick a fight with your surly husband, especially because he doubles as your surly boss. But Spencer hadn't even been that late, and you know he only walked in late because he takes public transportation, and he couldn't control that the bus was late. And, Aaron's only in such a sour mood because Jack had given him typical teenage attitude before school this morning. So really, Spencer didn't deserve the near-shouted lecture he'd gotten.

You march over to the young doctor's desk, happy that his aversion to touch applies to people he's not familiar with. He leans into your stomach when you pull his head to rest on it, albeit stiffly, and you call after your husband with narrowed, fierce eyes.

"Aaron, come back here right now and apologize." You demand, and the already icy mood in the office shifts a few degrees colder. Aaron stops on the stairs and by the tightness of his shoulders he's composing himself, then he turns on his heel and raises a thick brow at you.

"What?"

"He didn't deserve that," You scold him, keeping Spencer's head cradled to your stomach as you stroke down his back, "He's a baby."

Aaron rolls his eyes, "He is not a baby, Y/N. He's a grown man with a government job, and I expect him to show up to it on time."

"He does! He's early every single other day," You remind him, "But the bus came late today! How was he supposed to get here? Uber? You know he doesn't know how to download new apps! Let alone link his bank account to pay the guy. He was seven minutes late, for fuck's sake, just leave him alone!"

Aaron looks like he wants to snap. You've gnashed your teeth at him, and he's lived the life of a fighting dog thus far, so you know you're treading in dangerous waters. But after a rather intense stare down in which you feel Spencer's face heating up through the fabric of your shirt, your husband swallows his pride and mutters, "I expect you in my office within five minutes, Y/N."

Spencer mumbles some feeble protest on your behalf but you pat his back to shush him, letting go so that he can straighten up again.

"Don't worry," You send him a warm smile, "I can handle him. Call me if you ever need a ride again, okay? We can come pick you up."

"Okay." He nods, but it's most likely only to deter you from pampering him with any more motherly affection, as he looks like he's going to wilt from it, "Thanks, Y/N."

"Anytime," You squeeze his shoulder, passing your concerned teammates unbothered smiles as you make your way to Aaron's office.

He's only recently sat down when you arrive, but you notice that he's conveniently sitting so that the desk blocks your view of his lower half. You stand at attention in front of his desk, playing coy like you don't know what's coming next.

"Do you enjoy questioning my authority in front of my team?" He asks you, voice carefully even and tight.

"I enjoy doing anything that makes your dick twitch, Aaron." You announce, your tone deceptively casual for the filth you're spewing, "Did you haul me in here to fuck me over the desk? The blinds are still open, don't you think that's a little distasteful?"

Your attitude only makes him more uncomfortably aroused, and he regrets getting his suits tailored so precisely, as his pants have little give. He leans forwards across his desk, dark eyes boring into yours.

"No. I hauled you in here to tell you that I'm going to fuck you over the desk. But not yet. You're asking for it now, so I'm not giving it to you. Maybe if you'd been a little more polite, I'd have given you what you wanted. But now you're going to wait, because you decided to bicker with me over the rules of this office. Rules that I set, because I am in charge of keeping this team on track."

The harsh tone of his voice makes your stomach twist, and you're feeling your heartbeat in two places. You stand there, saliva slowly accumulating on your tongue, until he raises a brow at you, unimpressed.

"Don't do that again. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir." You lay on the formality hot and heavy, practically purring it and watching as he shifts slightly in his seat, "I'll be waiting, whenever you decide you can't take it anymore."

"Careful." He snaps, eyes ablaze at your implication that he'll be the one to break, "Don't dig yourself any deeper. Dismissed."

You turn to leave with a satisfied smirk on your face, and perhaps you exaggerate bending over to pick up a stray paperclip that you notice on the floor by his door.

"Here," You pad back across the room to hand it to him, not missing the way that he's tense all over, "See you in twenty, Hotchner."

[parkerslatte]

Ends of the Earth

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of blood and death. mentions death of children.

Summary: Azriel comes back from a mission bloodied and bruised but tries to push his wife away. Y/N doesn’t let up and refuses to leave his side.

A Court of Thorns and Roses Masterlist

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Y/N was relaxing in her and Azriel’s bedroom when the front door opened. She pulled her eyebrows together in confusion, her husband was not meant to return until the morning. Dressed in only her nightgown and slippers, Y/N padded through the house and to the living area. Azriel stood in the doorway, his hand lingering on the handle, his gaze cast to the floor. 

“Az, honey?” Y/N said. 

Azriel didn’t respond as he slowly closed the door, locking it firmly behind him. That was when Y/N saw it, his leathers covered in blood, some of it was not even dry as it dripped onto the wooden floor below his feet. 

“Azriel,” Y/N said, stepping further into the room. 

Once again Azriel did not respond though his gaze did meet his wife’s. Y/N gasped at the sight. A large bloody gash stretched across Azriel’s cheek. Y/N rushed over and gently cupped Azriel’s uninjured cheek. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

Azriel pulled away. “It doesn’t matter.” He brushed past Y/N. “I’m taking a bath.”

For a brief moment, Y/N gaped at his cold behaviour. Usually he would welcome her with open arms, even if he was bloody and bruised. This sort of behaviour was unusual for Azriel. 

“Azriel, stop for a moment,” Y/N said, reaching to catch his hand. 

Just as her fingers brushed his, Azriel flinched away. “Please leave me alone, Y/N. I have had a long day.”

“I just want to make sure that you are okay,” Y/N said, stepping closer to her husband. “I can clean the gash on your cheek.”

“I said I’m fine,” Azriel said, his tone making Y/N flinch. 

Y/N watched him walk away and into the bathroom, the lock echoing through the house. Standing in the living room for a moment longer, Y/N returned to their bedroom. She could hear the water running into the bath before it shut off completely. Y/N wanted nothing more than to break down the door and go and wrap Azriel in her arms and pull him close to her. But she also recognised that Azriel might need some space for now. 

So Y/N picked up her discarded book and cracked it open and began to read, though her mind was faraway. 

***

It was not for another hour until Y/N heard Azriel exit the bathroom. As soon as he entered their bedroom, Y/N closed her book. She sat up from where she had been leaning against the pillows stacked against the headboard and focused on Azriel. The blood was washed from his face and body but the gash was still very prominent. The angry red surrounding it hadn’t faded even with his speedy healing. 

“Do you want to come and lay with me?” Y/N asked. “Or I could make us some dinner? I have not eaten yet.”

Azriel pulled on his pyjama bottoms, the plaid pattern was faded and worn. “I’m going to sleep in the guest room tonight.”

“Why?” Y/N asked. 

Azriel did not even lift his gaze to look at her as he answered. “I do not want to sleep in here tonight.”

His words sent a dagger to her heart. However, she pushed away her own feelings as she heard the tired and defeated tone of Azriel’s voice. “Honey, you can speak to me. You do know that, don’t you?”

“I don’t want to speak to you,” Azriel snapped. “I don’t know why you aren’t understanding about that.”

Y/N frowned. “I know that you are hurting, Azriel, I can see that haunted look in your eyes. But I am your wife, you do not speak to me like that. All I want to do is help you.”

Azriel sighed and ran a hand down his face. “I know and I’m sorry. I did not want to snap at you.”

Y/N patted the bed next to her. “Why don’t you come and lay with me? You don’t need to talk if you don’t want to, but I can tell how much you want to rest.”

Azriel met her eyes for a split second before nodding. He shuffled over to the bed and climbed on it next to Y/N. He laid on his side, but he soon began to shuffle closer to accommodate his wings and so he could get close to Y/N. Close enough to rest his head on her lap. The moment Y/N threaded her fingers through his hair, Azriel could not fight off the tears. 

“Oh, my love, what happened?” Y/N asked softly. 

“They were dead when I got there,” Azriel whispered. 

Y/N wrapped her arms around Azriel and pulled him closer to her, not his head nestled in the crook of her neck. In the time Y/N had known Azriel and had been married to him, she had only ever seen him breakdown to quite this level only a handful of times. Of course he would always try to talk through his emotions with her to the best of his ability, but at times like these, it was difficult for him. 

“They were all slaughtered,” Azriel whispered, clutching onto Y/N like a child would clutch onto a pillow, seeking as much comfort as he could. “Women, children, elderly fae, they were dead.”

Y/N lowered her head to his, pressing her lips against his skin. She didn’t need to say anything. She knew not to say anything knowing that if she did while Azriel was in this state, he would only revert back to complete silence. 

“Before I left, I heard someone calling out,” Azriel explained. “At first I thought it could have been one of the people I was sent there to stop, but the closer I got I realised it was an older woman. She was calling out for her grandson. Her entire torso was slashed open and there was absolutely nothing I could have done. She was so desperate to get to her grandson, to see her grandson one last time, that when she looked at me-” Azriel cut himself off as a sob broke through his speech. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Y/N whispered, her own tears springing to her eyes. She hated seeing Azriel in this state, she knew what his job entailed, she always did and she was never put off by it. But the one thing she did hate was how it sometimes made Azriel feel. The few times he had come home, sobs wracking his body, she had been there to piece him back together, no matter how long it took. Y/N never wanted to think about what Azriel did before she met him. As far as she knew, Azriel had never opened up to anyone else about how he felt about particular jobs.

“When she looked at me,” Azriel continued once he calmed down, “she mistook me for her grandson. She asked me to hold her hand, to be with her when she passed. She was so happy to see her grandson alive and unharmed, I couldn’t tell her that he was laying just a few feet from her, his own torso slashed open. After she passed I found the men who did it and slaughtered all of them.”

Y/N stilled for a moment. She couldn’t begin to imagine how bad the scene must have been for Azriel not to leave anyone alive for questioning. 

“And everything got me thinking,” Azriel continued to Y/N’s surprise. “About what I would do if you were ever in that position. If you ever get hurt or killed, and I am not there to stop it. You shouldn’t be with someone like me, my presence puts you in constant danger.”

“Don’t you dare think that, not even for one second, Azriel,” Y/N said. “Yes, it is true that there will be enemies of yours that know the best way to get to you is through me. I knew the risks when I married you, but that did not stop me because I love you. And I know that if I fail to protect myself, you will fight to the ends of the earth to keep me safe no matter what.”

“I will always put you above anyone else,” Azriel said. 

“I know,” Y/N said sadly. “But for tonight, Azriel, put yourself above me. I know your self destructive behaviour, I witnessed it first hand when I first began to show interest in you. You think my need is to stay safe and to do that you believe it to be away from you. But that is where you are wrong, it is where you have always been wrong.  Never feel safer than I am with you, my love. Your number one need is to feel loved and secure, and you push it away to prioritise my safety and wellbeing. You punish yourself for not being good enough, you think you don’t deserve to be loved, to be wanted. But you are.”

Y/N paused for a moment as Azriel adjusted himself in Y/N’s arms. Favouring to rest his head on her chest instead. Y/N wrapped her arms around him tightly, making him feel secure.

“For once, Azriel. Put your needs above mine, because I know exactly what they are and I know you deserve it,” Y/N finished. 

“I don’t know how to do that,” Azriel muttered, his voice hoarse. 

“You have already started, you haven’t pushed me away yet,” Y/N whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. 

“I don’t want to push you away,” Azriel admitted. “I only ever want to pull you closer.”

“I don’t think it's possible to get any closer at this point,” Y/N said, cracking a small joke to try and get her husband to smile.

Although it didn’t make him smile, he still huffed out a small breath of air before attempting to pull her closer. His arms wrapped more securely around her waist. 

“All I want is this,” Azriel said. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

“You can,” Y/N said. “ We can stay here as long as you like.”

“But my duties,” Azriel said. “I can’t abandon them.”

“You are not abandoning them. Think of it like taking a short break. Because you do need a break, my love. I’ve seen the way the light has dimmed in your eyes these past few months,” Y/N replied. 

“I don’t know how to do that,” Azriel said. “I don’t know how to relax.”

“Are you relaxed now?” Y/N questioned.

There was a small pause before Azriel answered, “Yes.”

“Then you have already made a start,” Y/N said, her nails scratching his scalp slightly. As she did so she felt even more tension leave Azriel’s body.

“I only feel relaxed when I’m with you,” Azriel confessed. 

“Well then, I guess I’m never leaving your side,” Y/N said. “I can’t see any downside to that.”

Azriel shuffled a little so he could lift his head to finally look in Y/N’s eyes. And there it was, that small bit of light that had slowly been extinguished, was being brought back to life and it flickered within the shades of brown and green that made up his beautiful hazel.

“How did I ever get so lucky to be in your life?” Azriel asked.

Y/N caressed his face, her finger lightly brushing over the gash on it. “I think you are mistaken, sweetheart. How did I get so lucky to be in your life? You may be called the shadowsinger, but you, Azriel, are the light of my whole life.”

At that statement, Azriel’s eyes seemed to water as he pressed his head back on her chest, his lips lightly grazing her collarbone.

“I know you can hear my heart,” Y/N said as she cradled his head against her chest. “And it beats only for you.”

“I love you beyond words, Y/N,” Azriel whispered as he caressed her wrist and pressed a soft kiss to it. “I don’t believe I can ever truly express how much you mean to me.”

Y/N smiled and laced her fingers with his. The wedding ring on his finger shined in the light. “You already have, and you continue to do it every day by being my husband. You are the love of my life, Az. There is no one else I have known that has ever compared to you and no one else ever will. I adore you and will for the rest of our lives.”

This time, Azriel did not try to argue anything. Though he didn’t speak any words, the soft caress of his thumb over her knuckles conveyed so much more than just a simple loving touch. Just from his silence alone and that simple touch, Y/N smiled. Azriel finally realised how loved he is. And now, after all this time, he realised that he truly deserved it.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Midi 🌝

Yk what I want right

I want baseball player Mina.

Yk when she threw that ball YOU KNOW THAT VIDEO RIGHT YOU SAW IT BC I SENT IT IN THE CHANNEL DONT YOU DARE FORGET THAT.

SHE WAS SO FUCKING HOT AND CUTE

I wanna be in the bleachers and support her like the good wife I am and take her to the dressing room after her win TO SH HER SO HARD.

Ahem thank you my boy 🌝

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CW: G!p Mina x reader, smut, nsfw, oral

A/N: Here you go🌚

You were amongst the crowd, cheering and singing as the team bus arrived. Everyone there hoped to get a glimpse, perhaps even a photo or autograph of Mina. The players began to step out and the crowd erupted with excitement. You felt yourself get pushed ahead. It wasn’t exactly gentle but you weren’t complaining about it right now, you got a clear view of the team walking towards the stadium’s entrance.

Finally, Mina steps out of the bus, you grab on to the barriers in excitement, you loved her so much, she was your biggest crush ever. You scream out her name as she walks by, hoping she notices you if only for a moment. Alas, you had no such luck and she seemed to walk straight past. You had no time to be upset though, you were still lost in your gaze when out of nowhere, you felt yourself be pushed past the barrier as the crowd suddenly began to be aggressive. The security team quickly began to push them back and amidst all the chaos, you were left on the other side.

You stood blankly for a second, not knowing how to react. Never in your life did you imagine this would happen. You were forced back into reality though, the crowd kept getting more rowdy and the even a bit dangerous. Just when you thought you should try to go back, someone grabbed hold of your hand and began to drag you….towards the stadium. You take a second and nearly faint on the spot when you realize it’s Mina.

“Come on, it’s dangerous out there right now.”, she said once you both were inside. “Why did you sneak out like that?”, she seemed to scold but her voice was calm and soft.

“I-I…I didn’t!”, you defended yourself nervously, “I was pushed outside!”

She stared at you for a second skeptically before sighing, “Fine…whatever you say princess. I don’t know if that’s exactly what happened but you don’t seem like trouble. So, for your trouble, I’ll get you the VIP stand and hopefully that makes up for it okay?”, she said, handing you a pass.

You look dumbfounded and looked at the pass and then back at her, “w-w-what.”

She smiles sweetly, pats your shoulder and heads towards the dressing room leaving you there still in shock.

It takes a few minutes but you somehow manage to make your way to the VIP stand. Some people did give you questioning looks but they let you through when they saw your pass. There was even some food you could eat while you waited for the game to start. Soon, you hear the crowd erupt and make your way to your seat as the game starts.

You whoop and cheer each time Mina is involved, your voice the loudest in your side of the stands. After a long and tense game, Mina ends up taking the winning catch and the crowd goes wild. The team celebrates and all the supporters sing and cheer. As you sing along, you stutter and stop when you see, Mina jump over and make her way towards you, she stops next to you, smirking and hands you the ball.

“Do you wanna keep this princess?”, she asked with a smile.

“Y-yes! Wait…princess…?”, your face flushes as you realize this is the second time she calls you that.

Mina smirks and leans in closer to you, “Yes, that’s what you look like to me. Did you enjoy the game at least?”

“Well yes, we-we won…”, you mutter quickly.

Mina smiles amusedly, “Oh do you support my team?”

“Ye-yes.”, you nervously answer, swallowing.

Mina then traces her finger across your jaw, “you know what, you’ve been a really sweet fan, I’ll give you something more.”

A couple minutes you were in the dressing room. Do you want my shirt?”, Mina asked out of the blue.

“W-what! Uhm…”, your face flushes and you see Mina smirk mischievously at your reaction.

“I’ll take that as a yes”, she said smirking and pulling out a spare one from the locker and handing it to you.

You stare at the shirt blankly, trying to forget the fact that you thought she meant the shirt she was wearing right now. Not that you would have minded….

You stand awkwardly with her shirt in your hand waiting for Mina to say what happens next but she says nothing, sitting down and taking out her phone, scrolling through for a few minutes before looking back up at you. “Anything else I can do for you?”, she asks with a gentle genuine smile which for some reason makes you blush.

“N-n-yes-nO”, you stutter nervously.

Mina tries not to smile, standing up and getting close to you, “Was that a yes or a no…”

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, “Could I…could I get some photos with you….please.”

Mina giggles, poking your cheek softly, “You know, you didn’t have to get so worried for that. I wouldn’t have refused especially since you are so cute.”, she says, leaning next to you, ready to pose.

You open your camera and take a couple selfies with her and as you both get ready to take the last picture, Mina stands behind you, resting her head on your shoulder smiling cutely. Seeing that from your camera and feeling her head on your shoulder makes you feel weak and you breathe in sharply trying to keep your cool. A couple seconds pass and you still haven’t taken the picture.

Mina chuckles tilting to look at you, “what’s wrong cuti-oh!”

She gets cut off as you turn to look at her and both of your lips touch for a second and another before you both pull away quickly.

You go completely red faced and you see her face flush too as she purses her lips shyly. There’s an awkward silence.

Then Mina slowly lifts up her hand to your head leaning in again and you both kiss once more. This time it’s a proper kiss. Your face flushes and you begin to pull away but then Mina grabs your face with her other hand too, holding you in place as she begins to kiss you harder.

It’s almost a minute before Mina let’s go of you, pulling away both of you are panting yet it’s not enough. Chewing your bottom lip, you lean in towards her again and Mina obliges, pulling you towards her as she sits and setting you on her lap. The two of you begin to make out passionately once more. You entangle your fingers in her hair, stroking her head softly while her hands grip your hips greedily. However, the kissing is abruptly cut short when Mina suddenly slows down, a slightly panicked look on her face as her legs squirm.

“I-I think we should stop…”, she says without offering a reason why.

“Huh but I….”, you pout wrapping your hands around her neck loosely, curious and frustrated about this pause. This is until you felt something stirring below you, poking you with need. “What-oh!”, you gasp, pursing your lips as you look down before looking back at Mina.

She says nothing, a tinge of red in her face.

Your thoughts run wild and you feel bold, “Mina…”, you purr her name, grinding gently against her causing her to gasp and grip your hips again.

“P-princess…?”, Mina questions, biting her lips and looking at you.

“Why don’t you let me take care of that”, you say getting off of her lap and kneeling down between her legs, your hands grasping her pants.

Mina grits her teeth as she lets you pull down her pants, wondering if this is really a good idea. She concludes that it is when you take her cock head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. She leans back, sighing loudly, her eyes closed.

You try not to smile by how easily you’ve convinced her, continuing to lightly bob your head around her tip. A minute passes and you feel Mina’s hand creep up to your head, stroking it gently and urging you to go deeper. You oblige, slowly taking in more of her length. It’s not easy though given her size and girth but you do your best. However, you nearly pull back when her cock hits the back of your throat making you gag. You pant for a second to recover before with newfound determination, rush in to take all of her at once causing Mina to gasp and put her other hand on your head too. Your nose is touching her belly and you look up innocently at her causing her to clench her jaw and tighten her grip of your head.

Grabbing you by your hair, Mina makes you look up to her again and growls, “you are gonna make me feel real good aren’t you princess. Show me, prove to me that you’ll be a good girl for me. That you’ll let me fuck your throat till I empty everything I have in your mouth. You’re gonna let me do that to you aren’t you princess?”

You nod as best as you can before yelping as Mina starts to thrust her cock into your mouth relentlessly. Her breathing is ragged and eyes are focused. “You know, with your ah…innocent demure, I didn’t expect…”, she suddenly thrusts and pushes forward pressing into your throat, sighing softly. You being so thoughtful, swirl your tongue around her length causing her to begin pounding your face again, growling with a primal need, Mina fucks your face without mercy.

Your eyes begin tearing up and half your face is slick with saliva but you soldier on, letting Mina use your face, your mouth, your throat. You didn’t want to admit to yourself how much this turns you on.

Suddenly you feel Mina dig her nails into your head, squeezing it as she pushes your head down into her cock despite you practically have her whole length in anyway. She sighs and then groans before unleashing a huge wave of cum. Rope after rope of hot sticky semen spilling down into your throat, filling your mouth. You try to hold it in but the sheer quantity itself causes some to inadvertently leak out and dribble down your chin.

Mina, still holding you down, sighs heavily and pants before finally letting go of your head, her cock letting out its last spurts before beginning to soften slowly. You cough and choke as you pull it out of your mouth. You look at her again before swallowing her remaining load, panting and wiping your mouth.

“Good girl”, Mina sighed, rubbing your temple softly as she too tried to catch her breath.

A minute later, you feel your cheeks flush as you realize just how far you both had gone.

“Don’t feel shy princess, you did good, so good. I came really hard. Next time I’m going to do the same to you.”, Mina praises and promises you.

“Eh? N-next time?”, you ask surprised.

Mina smirks and kisses your forehead, “Yes, you are so pretty and such a good little cock sucking slut for me. I need more of you. I want more.”, saying this, she hands you a small piece of paper, written on it an address. “I’m gonna take your number and give you a call soon. Come to my place, we’ll get better….acquainted”, Mina said licking her lips….

You smile and lean into her, content and a bit tired from your ordeals, eager to see what happens with the two of you in the near future….

[butterphii]

Mc..Steamy?

TW: Beautiful, feet kicking, toe curling smut, work sex, protected piv sex, love marks, sexual tension, cussing, pussy pronouns, fingering

Note: I'm finally getting a fic out! Now, I know this isn't what I normally write, but I've been absolutely hooked on this show like you don't understand. I've been watching it pretty nonstop for weeks, and I'm only about halfway into season four. I love this show half to fucking death, and it's so good. I'm writing about McSteamy because I just got past the part in the episode with the school bus crash, and I was SWOONING over him after he said "Baby, you're not gonna find anybody better than me." He's just so hot. Blah, blah, anyway, let's finally get to it!

-----------------Dr. Mark Sloan-----------------

It was your first day back at Seattle Grace, but now as a junior resident. As you struggled to open your locker with the amount of random shit in your hands, you overheard Meredith talking to Christina. "God, Mere, stop whining over that plastics guy, or..McSteamy or whatever." Christina groaned in annoyance. "But he is really McSteamy! He's cute! And, yeah, I'm having my breakup sex with Derek and whatnot, but he's cute." Meredith smiled, resting her chin on her hand.

You finally pushed all your stuff into the locker, swiftly pulling a hair tie off your wrist and throwing your hair into it. "Mere! Christina! Wait for me!" You yelled, running after them.

"Who were you guys talking about? Who's McSteamy?" You asked, fixing the collar of your shirt. "You don't know him? You've been here for your whole intern year and you don't know Mark Sloan? Even after Meredith dragged on and on about Shepherd's wife coming here, stopping Mere in her tracks, then we all find out Addison slept with Sloan when he got here? And he's the head of plastics!! You're trying to get into that specialty too! God, you're crazy." Christina rambled, Meredith's mouth wide open.

"Wait..Dr. Sloan? I've never really seen his face before-" You squinted, searching the board to see if you were in for surgery today. "Good thing you're on his service today." Meredith patted your back before walking off with Christina, waving seductively at Derek, you also exchanging a hello with him.

"You! Come on, we got somethin' to do today." You heard a voice call out fron behind you, and when you turned, you met the face of the gorgeous Mark Sloan they were talking about, his eyes such a beautiful pearly blue, his beard complimenting his face so perfectly, and his light brown hair with soft strokes of salt and pepper just topped it all off. "Come on! I see you droolin'." He smiled, causing you to zone out into the most wonderful day dream of you two getting it on in the on-call room. You quickly snapped out of it though because he started pulling you into the room his patient was in.

"This here is Jamie. She got into a crash a few months ago and is now healed and ready to get her face done." He introduced you to the patient. "Hello!" You smiled sweetly, seeing out of the corner of your eye, Sloan's eyes deepening with wonder and lust.

"C'mon, let's get ya prepped, shall we?" You smiled again, looking at the patient and then to Sloan. "Which O.R?" You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear, reaching for gloves. "Uhm..Two." He cleared his throat, exiting the room and walking silently to the Operating Room.

You quickly wheeled the patient over to the elevator, pushing her into it and making your way to the O.R.

You watched intensely as Sloan cut into her face, making it even more beautiful than it was before. He looked up at you, asking questions from time to time, trying not to let anyone figure out he was having the same day dream as you were earlier.

Once you had finally finished surgery, you brought Jamie back to her room to rest and stay for a while. You smiled at her before shutting your eyes and turning around, only to slam into what felt like a wall. You were stunned, shocked. You opened your eyes and looked up, seeing the marvelous Dr. Sloan staring back down at you.

"O-oh, I-Sorry." You choked. "All fine, sweetheart." He chuckled, his voice so mesmerizingly deep. He let you sit in your stunned silence, mouth moving but no words coming out. "You got somethin' to say, baby?" He smiled, putting his hands on your waist and shutting the door with his foot.

You tried to hide your enormous grin, but couldn't. He pushed you up against the wall, looking into your eyes. He leaned down, whispering in your ear, "Meet me in the on-call room. 8 P.M. Don't be too late, baby." He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, a soft noise escaping your mouth. He pulled away, grinning at you again before walking out of the room.

You held both of your hands over your mouth, feeling your cheeks redden. "Oh my god." You whispered. You looked up and out the door, watching George walk by. "George!" You called out, speed walking over to him to walk with him.

"You will never believe what just happened," You started, speaking mostly with your hands. You described to him in full detail how it went down, watching his face cringe and contort at some parts. "Ok, well, meet him in the room, and don't ever speak to me about this again." He smiled, grabbing someone's chart and walking into a room.

You chuckled and went your own way, trying to keep yourself from being so excited you can't stop shaking.

At 7:30, Mere caught you in the bathroom touching up your makeup and fixing your messy bun. "Who're you getting ready for?" She asked, grabbing her sweater from her locker and pulling it over her shoulders. "I gotta date!" You giggled, sliding a mascara wand over your lashes. Meredith showed her soft smile, her lips thinning gorgeously.

"Ok, I have to go! Gotta meet someone." You squealed at Mere, giving her a quick hug, running down to the on-call rooms at 7:59.

You opened the door, sliding in quickly and quietly, then feeling two large hands wrap around your waist. You gasped, Sloan's warm body pressing against you, feeling his bulge grow harder as he stood up to you. "Looking good, baby.." He whispered seductively in your ear again.

You turned around, pressing your lips to his. He kissed back, deepening the kiss and pushing your front to his, your pussy growing wet and his dick pressing onto you. He walked backwards, taking you with him and laying down on the bed.

He grinded his hips on top of you, little moans slipping from your lips as your tongues danced together. He pulled away, his smile making you smile back. He pulled up your shirt, rubbing his thumb up and down on your stomach. "You're gorgeous.." He whispered, nipping at your ear. You moaned again, reaching down for his pants and pulling them down slowly, but surely. His dick sprung out when he pulled his boxers down, him almost as eager as you. You felt it sit lightly on your covered slit, him leaning back on his knees to pull down your scrub pants and pull your black lace panties over.

"She's beautiful, huh? So wet for me baby.." He whispered again, his fingers sliding between your folds and teasing your entrance. You reached your hand down, pushing the tips of his fingers inside of you, moaning as he slipped them the rest of the way.

"Tight, too..She's perfect." He groaned, using his hand to rub his tip ever so lightly. He fucked you with his fingers, your hips bucking quickly, your face overcome with the sexual pleasure.

He slipped a condom over his dick and held the base, smacking it lightly on your clit. You moaned again, begging for him to just put it in already.

He slowly started to slide each inch in very slowly, you only really realizing how big he was when he bottomed out and you felt completely full. He started a slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and pushing completely back in. You moaned his name, or atleast tried to, until he sped up and you kept cursing. "Fuck! Oh-ohmygod..A-ah! Keep going!" You begged again, him obeying.

"O-Oh my- I'm gonna cum!!" You screamed into his shoulder, his body warm and sweaty. You clawed at his back no doubt that it hurt him. But, he didn't seem to care.

"Take all you need baby. Do what you need, sweetheart.. Fuck-" He groaned, his dick twitching as you tightened around him. The waves of orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. "Shit- Gonna cum, sweetheart-" He growled as you rode out your release. You watched as his head fell to your shoulder, you both releasing ragged pants.

"Fuck, baby. You- God." He gasped into your shoulder, both of your chests rising and falling. "That was amazing." You breathed back. You both sat in silence, the only thing somewhat close to talking was Sloan nodding in agreement. His pager beeped ans you both groaned. "How'd you like to go out to dinner tomorrow night? With me?" He asked, pulling his pants back up, standing. "Yeah, sure. That sounds nice." You replied, pulling your shirt down and fixing yourself up before standing as well.

He pressed a kiss to your lips. "See ya then, doll. I'll put you on my surgery tomorrow too." He grinned. Your cheeks flushed with pink. "I- Ok!" You smiled back.

You checked the time, running out a few minutes after him to the lockers. "You look like you were busy. What happened?" Christina asked. "I was busy. Getting busy, that is." You giggled, shimmying your shoulders. She looked at you in slight disgust, Mere laughing.

"Who'd you get busy with?" Alex and Izzy asked at almost the same time. "Nunya." You replied, leaning over to whisper in Izzy's ear, "Dr. Sloan!" You pulled away, giggling. She looked at you with a soft gasp and her usual warm and wide smile.

You nodded, pulling your stuff from your locker. "Getting dinner with him tomorrow night." Izzy and Mere smiled at you. "That's great, hun!" Izzy grinned walking out and kissing George as she walked by, grabbing his hand and walking away with him, you and him exchanging waves while he raised an eyebrow, you throwing a thumbs up and he grinned back at you, giving you one back like you guys just had a whole conversation about your time with Sloan. It was confusing how he seemed so disgusted earlier but was now smiling and congratulating you for getting it. Oh well, you thought.

You ran out after them, so you could lay down in your bed and dream about your time and the ones, hopefully, soon to be.

[taylorhawkins]

Hammer Of The Nice, Ordinary Guys

originally for CMJ New Music Monthly, 1997

"Pat and I were into the same exact kind of music," Taylor says--Queen, Pink Floyd, the Police. "It was like having a big sister in the band." Mentioning the Police has triggered something in his head, and he starts playing the drum part to "Next To You" on his legs. "I took the beating for being the new kid for so long," Taylor continues. "'New guy!'"

A snapshot of the Foo Fighters' dressing room: 20 bottles of spring water, 8 bottles of Perrier, a cooler full of soda, Snapple and iced tea, a cooler full of beer (including microbrews), two bottles of merlot, two giant bottles of IBC root beer, three loaves of French bread, several other varieties of bread, pitas, crackers, chips and picante sauce, coffee with sugar, cream and lemons on the side, granola bars, bite-size candy bars, a big stack of towels (one of which Pete is ripping up), a bowl of fresh fruit, another bowl of fresh berries, a few varieties of gum, and a hanging basket in the shape of a bull's head. This last is not in the band's contract, and Taylor is trying to figure out how to wear it.

Note that all this is not dinner--just backstage snack material. (At the end of the night, Pete hijacks a lot of what's left for the tour bus.) For dinner, there's surprisingly good catering--teriyaki chicken, rice, various vegetable and tofu things. As people eat, Taylor is drumming on the table--he eats a bit, then heads up to the drum riser to play some more. There's a Nick Cave tape playing over the PA, which doesn't stop him from taking a crack at "When The Levee Breaks" before the audience starts arriving.

Back in the dressing room, guitar tech Earnie "Guitar" Bailey (everyone says that's legally his middle name) is holding court, telling Nirvana stories--he started touring with them in early '92. After Nirvana ended, he and his wife had a restaurant in Seattle for a year; he sold it, figuring he'd take it easy for a while. And promptly got a call from Dave: "'I'm going on the road next week, wanna come?'"

Dave bursts through the dressing room, wearing a skull mask for no apparent reason and grabbing everyone in his path. Franz, paging through the tour itinerary, looks up: "Dave, why are we going to Sweden in November?"

"Because we need to rock, man! We need to fuckin' rock!" And out he goes.

Earnie, unfazed by the interruption, continues. "It's been interesting watching Dave growing into being the ringleader. At first, he wasn't used to calling all the shots--being the charming frontman. Now he's hilarious when he starts rambling on stage... I wish he'd be the same guy on stage he is on the bus.

"I think the second record's a lot more personal--"

Dave suddenly walks back into the room. Earnie pretends he doesn't notice, and raises his voice a bit: "Of course, the main thing about Dave is to never turn your back on him--he'll fuck you over in a second."

Smirking, Dave attempts to change the subject. "I had these breakfast burritos--for breakfast--"

Taylor interrupts: "Seeing as how they're breakfast burritos--"

Dave whacks him, and the room abruptly degenerates into everyone trying to toss candy-bars and fruit into the bull's-head basket. Then Taylor starts drumming again, this time on the bottles on the food table.

An hour or so later, various Foos and friends are watching the opening band, Verbena, doing their very loud Stones-via-Royal Trux thing on stage. Dave is really getting into them. Franz, backstage, is quizzically examining a box of ginseng that a "runner" has retrieved for the band. Nate, who's been missing for the past few hours, comes back with two huge bags of clothes; he's got a bad toothache and isn't talking much, so he pretty much keeps to himself. Taylor is in the dressing-room bathroom, drumming on the fixtures. He's liking Verbena. "They sound kinda like Nirvana! Bleach!"

By 8:30, the band are finally all in the same room. Let's just say drumsticks are a dangerous thing to have in a dressing room. Dave eventually starts doing a little rhythmic exercise on the wastebasket; Taylor joins him, on the other side of the basket. This, it turns out, is a nightly ritual, a drill to focus their concentration. There are two drummers in this band.

Showtime. The hall, we later find out, is about 3/4 full, but it sure looks fully occupied. They start out the set with both Taylor and Dave playing drums; after a minute, Dave switches to guitar, they go into "This Is A Call," and we get to see the results of all that ginseng. Everybody's leaping around the stage like crazy for the hour-plus set. They do a new one, called "The Colour And The Shape," a fast, Pixies-ish thrasher; they do most of the hits (though not "Big Me"). But the big cheers are for "Everlong." "You get that just right," Nate said earlier, "it's kind of orgasmic, really. It's amazing when it really comes together." In fact, everything comes together--not bad for this lineup's third show.

Nate, on The Colour And The Shape: "It's almost like a concept record, some people say--the lyrics were all written at one period in Dave's life, and they really reflect well what was going on in Dave's life."

Dave's perspective: "Writing lyrics, you're taking something completely intimate and turning it into something completely not-intimate."

Taylor, on Dave: "Do not compliment him. He can't take a compliment."

As it turns out, Taylor isn't even as much of a party animal as all that. As everyone gets onto the tour bus the next morning, Gus asks him what happened with the two women he'd been flirting with at Emo's. "Left 'em there, went back to the hotel, went to sleep."

The inside of the tour bus basically looks like a nice hotel room itself: tasteful curtains, a little couch-and-table setup, a ceiling mirror, a kitchenette with a coffee machine, a set of bunks for people to sleep in (stacked three-high). There's a stereo/VCR in front, another in back. Texas passes by outside. Taylor is up front, chatting with congenial driver Larry Ellis and singing snatches of "Billie Jean." Dave is chatting with Gus: "Did I tell you I found out I ripped off a Def Leppard song? That song 'Hysteria' and 'Everlong.' It's got a line 'breathe out so I can breathe you in.'"

A dialogue:

Gus: Do you guys want to go to Pensacola on your day off and go to the beach?

Dave: Fuck off.

Taylor: Day off after what?

Gus: Read your itinerary!

Taylor: Dude, I wanna go jet-skiin'!

Franz: In the rain?

Taylor: Oh, dude!

Skeeter Thompson, the old bass player of Scream, is coming in from Little Rock tonight--"Scream reunion!" There's some concern over the number of tickets the Dallas show tonight has sold: 1400 for a 3200-capacity venue. The Stones, Gus is quick to remind the band, have only sold 12,000 tickets for a show with Smashing Pumpkins opening, though, so it's not that big a deal. Things are tough all over. The album's down a notch in the charts this week, but there are five big debuts that came in above it--it's actually sold more copies this week than last. Eventually, almost everyone heads back to catch some Z's; Pete stays up front to watch Short Cuts on the VCR.

When the bus pulls into the Bronco Bowl, the converted former bowling alley they'll be playing in Dallas, it's just about soundcheck time, which means, since they're still teaching Franz the songs, that it's time to learn "Big Me." That's basic enough, so they follow up with an Angry Samoans cover that Taylor's never heard either--it's a little weird watching him figure out how to play hardcore. Dave demonstrates the drum break by waving his arms in the air. Taylor has an idea for a slight change in the arrangement of "This Is A Call," so they try it a couple of different ways.

"I don't know if we should do that at the end of every verse," Dave says.

"I think it fucking sucks," Taylor declares, and that's the end of that.

x

[madd-nix]

Reuniting, Better Late Than Never

Chapter 3

Finally got done with chapter 3! I've just been busy lately, plus I found that Sabi was a challenging character for me to write. Anyway, we finally get to see Sabi!

Links: Whole work on AO3, Chapter 1 on tumblr, Chapter 2 on tumblr

Words: 2,333

Rating: PG (ask to tag)

Sabi was heading down to Oreburgh City. She already knew that Dawn and Ingo had returned to their proper time, but it wasn't until that morning when she got a vision that she knew they would be stopping to visit Lian. This meant they must know he's alive, as well as Rei and herself. So, she began to pack a small travel bag, put her wife in charge of her psychic shop, then left to go catch a bus to travel down south.

When she arrived in Oreburgh City, she immediately headed for Lian's house. She then knocked on his door and could hear him quickly shout out to her from inside.

"Who is it?" the old miner called.

"Take a guess! My clairvoyance told me you'd have some special guests. Are they still there?" she called back.

"Yup. Come on in! Door's unlocked," Lian ordered.

Sabi opened the door and walked in. As she expected, Dawn and Ingo were sitting on the couch next to Lian in his wheelchair, with a woman beside them - Dawn's mother, she assumed. Lian's Archen was on Ingo's lap, while his Scizor sat beside Dawn's mother, and Geodude floated by Lian. Dawn was holding what looked like a photo album, but no one was paying any attention to that now. They were all looking at Sabi as she closed the front door behind herself.

"Sabi?" Dawn asked as her eyes widened slightly.

"Maybe. Or maybe not. Who can say?" Sabi rambled with a slight smirk. "Who do you think I am?"

"Heh, Sabi, that's definitely you!" Dawn chuckled. She then carefully set aside the photo album and rushed over to hug the old woman. Sabi smiled and hugged her back while still holding on to her cane.

"Dawn, it's so good to see you again. I knew almighty Arceus would bring you home safely."

"Thank you! And it's so good to see you're still alive!" Dawn's voice was slightly muffled as she buried her face in Sabi's shoulder. Sabi just smiled and patted her back. She then looked up at Ingo who was now starting to make his way over to them.

"Sabi, it's great to see you once again," he said with a soft smile and a tip of his hat.

"It's great to see you too, Ingo," she said as Dawn stepped away and rubbed at her eyes. "And I take it that you talked to Lian about your family?"

"I did. How did you know that Lian knew my family?" Ingo asked.

"Did you forget my clairvoyance? I can see things before they happen. Or can I?" Sabi asked with a smile.

"Lian did say your clairvoyance got stronger," Dawn added with a slight sniffle.

"That's true. I can see more, I can see things sooner, and I have a few other tricks up my sleeve," Sabi explained. She then moved to finally sit down on the couch with a sigh.

"I'm guessing you already knew when they came back, right?" Lian asked.

"Maybe. But based on the fact that I'm here without needing to be told should give you some sort of clue."

Lian rolled his eyes. "Why can you never give just a straight answer?"

"Because that's no fun," Sabi replied with a smirk.

Dawn chuckled, then turned to her mother. "Oh, and Sabi! This here is my mom, Johanna! Mom, this is Sabi of the Diamond Clan."

Johanna reached out and smiled as Sabi shook her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Johanna said politely. "All the way here, I got to hear stories about you and Lian from my daughter and Ingo."

"It's nice to meet you too," Sabi said with a smile and a nod. "And thank you for raising such a strong young girl. She did tell you how she saved Hisui, right?"

"Heh, she did. I'm so proud of her, but I just wish she didn't have to have the world on her shoulders again," Johanna said as she wrapped an arm around her daughter.

"Mom..." Dawn sighed, embarrassed.

"Again?" Ingo asked.

"Ah, that's right. You were the one that stopped Team Galactic a few years ago," Lian mused. "You kept them from using the Creation Trio to recreate the world."

Ingo looked from Lian to Dawn in surprise.

"Yeah, Team Galactic was a criminal organization that was around a few years ago," Dawn explained. "I had just gone on my journey through Sinnoh when they kept showing up and trying to either get in my way or hurt others. So I did what I had to and battled my way through them. Then their leader, Cyrus, tried to use Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina to reshape the world to his image. I battled him and stopped him on the summit of Mount Coronet."

"Bravo! That's incredible, Dawn!" Ingo applauded.

"But it was still dangerous. I hope this is the last time you have to go out and endanger yourself like that," Johanna said.

"Hmm... I don't see any other dangerous events occurring for Dawn," Sabi hummed as she closed her eyes and placed a hand on Dawn's shoulder. "Yes, I see a more relaxing life as she heals and grows from these experiences."

Johanna sighed in relief.

"Wait, you can really see that?" Dawn asked excitedly.

"Yes, at least the general future for you," Sabi explained. "Not too many specific things, not unless I really focus."

"Well, as long as I know my daughter's safe, that's all that matters to me." Johanna held Dawn close.

"Sabi, if you don't mind, I did want to ask you something. Although, it's not about the future," Ingo said, changing the subject. "Did Melli ever remove the torches again from the caves after I left?"

"No, he actually kept them up and maintained them in your absence," she explained. "He always said that he was only doing it because the Great Melli was so kind and generous, but we all knew that he really just wanted to honor your request of him. He would never say it, but he did care about you and respect you, Warden."

"Good, I'm glad. I had a feeling there was always something more to Melli. A softer side to him," Ingo said with a slight smile. "I just wish I could thank him."

"I could thank him for you later, once I get back home." At this, everyone except Lian turned to Sabi in shock.

"Wait, what?" Dawn asked.

"As long as I have an item that belonged to the deceased individual to connect with them, I can talk with their spirit," Sabi explained. "I don't currently have it with me, but I kept one of his old hats. It's back at my house in Snowpoint, along with a few other items from our old friends. If you'd like to come up sometime, I can let you speak to a few of them."

"That would wonderful! Thank you, Sabi!" Ingo exclaimed.

"Yeah, thank you!" Dawn added.

"You're quite welcome. I'm happy to help out my friends," Sabi said with a smile.

"Okay... now! If we'll get to hear from our other friends later, I wanna hear about what you guys have been up to for the past 90 years!" Dawn said suddenly, pointing to Lian and Sabi. "I already knew Rei 'cause he's my great-grandpa, but now I want to know about you guys. Families, jobs, friends, pokemon?"

"Well, there's not much about me," Lian said with a shrug. "I grew up, met a girl in the Pearl Clan, we got married, had a son, I worked as a miner, and helped set up this city after Kleavors went extinct. My son grew up and married and had Clay, my grandson, who then moved to Unova when he was a young adult. My wife and I lived together and we kept in touch with our family, I continued mining until I retired in my 70s, and it was just my wife and I until just about ten years ago when she passed away. Her urn is on the mantle in my room."

"I'm sorry to hear that about your wife," Ingo acknowledged with a somber tip of his hat. "But it's nice to know you've lived such a full life."

"Ah, it's alright. My wife loved me and I loved her, and we lived great lives together. I'll join her sooner or later and be in the same space as her again," Lian said with a small smile.

"Time marches on for all of us," Sabi added. "Death is inevitable for all of us. But it doesn't have to be sad as long as you remember those that have passed on."

"Yeah, you're right," Dawn agreed. "It is still a bit of a shock sometimes to remember that almost everyone we knew in Hisui is gone now."

"Not gone completely. Just gone from this space," Lian pointed out. "I believe they're all out there somewhere in some other space beyond us."

"That's a nice way to think about it," Johanna said.

"So, what about you, Sabi?" Ingo asked. "What has your life been like?"

"Oh, nothing special, really," she said modestly. "I continued training and working on strengthening my clairvoyance, which led to me eventually opening a spiritual consultant shop up north in Snowpoint City. I also met a woman named Miyuki back in my late teens and eventually married her. My wife is actually back home right now watching over my shop. I'd love for you all to meet her."

"That'd be great!" Dawn exclaimed. "We could meet her when we come visit later to talk with our old friends from Hisui!"

"Yes, that would be wonderful!" Ingo added.

"Then I look forward to introducing you all to her," Sabi smiled. "Miyuki actually knows quite a bit about you both already since I've told her stories about you and your time in Hisui."

"Heh, we're famous!" Dawn giggled.

"Funny that you say that because you both are in some history books," Lian said.

"Wait. Really?" Ingo asked, curiously.

"Oh yeah, I remember learning a little about the wardens and the hero of Hisui in school," Johanna added. "It was a short unit in our history classes in school when I was younger. I never thought that my daughter would turn out to be the brave young girl I learned about as a child."

"Hey yeah, now that you mention it, I kinda remember learning about that stuff in school too!" Dawn said. "Heh, I was learning about myself!"

"Here, I think I might have an old history textbook on my bookshelf." Lian pointed to the shelf across the room.

"I'll get it." Johanna stood up and looked around until she grabbed the old, worn textbook and returned to her seat on the couch. She opened it up as everyone - pokemon included - all scooted closer to see.

Johanna flipped through the book until she got to the section on Hisui. There was a description of the time period, the clans, the Galaxy Team, and some information about the pokemon of the time. The chapter then went on into the various clan leaders and wardens, with a few photos included. There was a photo of Ingo posing with Lady Sneasler beside a short blurb of text about him and his mysterious appearance in Hisui. Ingo smiled bittersweetly at the photo as his heart ached to see his beloved noble again.

Towards the end of the chapter was a section on the hero of Hisui. It detailed how she fell from the rift, joined the Galaxy Team, and all about her various accomplishments from quelling the nobles, to fixing the red sky and taming the legendaries, to stopping Giratina from rampaging, and finally to how she helped complete the region's first PokeDex. There were no photos of her, but there was a drawing of her next to the text. The caption beneath the drawing read, "The hero of Hisui. Drawn by Professor Rei Futaba."

"Hey, Rei drew me! That's so cool!" Dawn exclaimed.

"He did always have such artistic talent," Johanna added. "I remember looking through his original PokeDex as a kid and being amazed at his illustrations of every pokemon."

"Yeah, I remember that too! Wow, no wonder his drawings seemed so familiar to me in Hisui," Dawn said.

"You know, before he passed, Professor Laventon was the one that helped in writing some of this section of the textbook," Lian explained. "Here, look back here at the author notes."

Lian took the book and flipped through to the end with the authors notes. There were a few different authors that took part in writing the textbook, but among them is Professor Laventon's name. And along with some of the authors' personal notes, there was a brief message.

"As I write my part for this book, I can't help but think of the young hero of Hisui and Pearl Clan warden. I hope you have both been able to return to your homes, and should you see this, I wish you both the best of luck wherever and whenever you may be. Signed, Professor Laventon of the Galaxy Team."

Dawn smiled and wiped at her eyes a little. Ingo respectfully took off his hat. There was a moment of silence in the room as Dawn tried to compose herself.

"...It's really nice to know he was always thinking of us," she said finally. "Sabi, if I bring you the professor's hat, can I speak with him?"

"Of course. I'd be happy to let you talk with him again," Sabi said with a smile.

Dawn smiled and sniffled a bit as she wiped her nose on her sleeve. Lian reached into a small bag on the side of his wheelchair and handed her a pack of tissues, which she gratefully took.

Suddenly, to disrupt the somber moment, Lian's phone started to ring. On the caller ID was Clay's name. Lian quickly answered it.

[crulwrld]

Snakey

School was out for summer break, and for good. I made my way back to my foster parent's place after school, barefoot, holding my shoes by the strings and scrolling through TikTok. I spent my senior year chewing gum and flunking tests and vaping in the bathroom with weird girls that I’ll never see again. Never wanted to see again. I spent most of my days drunk off of a water bottle filled with vodka, vodka that Ayo would lend me. I didn’t plan to go to graduation or college, my best bets were living with Ayo, wherever he lands at when he gets out of prison, I thought. I watched an Asian girl eat a two-foot, blubbery, sriracha-flavored gummy bear on TikTok. I scroll and watch a video of an Asian girl with her black locks curtaining her face, wearing a white robe, with an audio that talks in a robotic, high-pitched voice,

“My name is Carmen Winstead, I am seventeen years old, I’m very similar to you, did I mention that I’m dead? Three of my friends pushed me down a well. If you don’t share this with three of your friends, you’ll see me in your room tonight.”

I was basically seventeen too; this put a fear in my guts. I shut off my Android and go to slip it into the back of my checkerboard shorts. It falls behind me and clatters into all the individual parts that make it up. Fuck me. I get on my knees and reassemble. The battery goes here, the screen there. Once I’m done, I keep it pushing, and see Ayo at his usual spot, the bus stop, smoking his blunt. I ran to meet him, I hadn’t seen him in weeks since he got arrested for doing exactly this, smoking in broad Louisiana daylight. He was shirtless, a hunk with a shaved head, a rose neck tattoo, his wife-beater flapping out of the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Your homies you’re usually with told me what happened,” I told him with my weight on my right hip, grabbing gravel with the toes of my free leg.

“Prison wasn’t too bad, man. Like a vacation,” he replied.

“Cool. School’s over, you know. Lot more time for us. The trans girl at school got her ass beat today. I don’t know why people do stuff like that.”

“What he deserves.”

“I guess. I missed you while you were gone.”

He put his palm on my head like it was a stick shift. Ran his fingers through my scalp then pinched a strand down to the tip. Hit his blunt while rubbing the pads of his thumb and pointer together.

“You had something in your hair.”

“Thanks,” I squeezed my nose at him then looked at my feet, rocked back and forth, “Ya, I’m glad school’s over, but I’m gonna miss English class. I’m actually pretty good at essays when I’m drunk.”

“Man,” he hit his blunt with smoke shrouding from his nose, “I want a soda. Need this bus to stop playin' with me.”

“Where are you going? To get a soda? Can I come?”

:::

He put on his wife-beater before we got on the bus. While we rode, my legs were sweaty and sticking to the pleather seats. My thighs looked so thick, and not in the sexy way. The swollen way. At that age, the popular girls at school said I looked like a boy. They called me “the transvestite,” “the he-she.” In that moment, looking at my legs, there was a sliver of compassion in my heart for that transsexual who got beaten up.

There was a rail-thin, pale old lady in the booth next to us with shining, long blonde hair and a gnawing underbite. She was lifting the sleeve of her flannel to scratch the bobos on her badly bruised forearm with her broken, yellow-stained nails. The wounds started bleeding, and she patted them with her other sleeve. I will eat less, I thought, no soda for me. We drove by the petrochemical plants, I watched them crowd the sky with cancerous smoke. This part of town was always rotten with an odor of dead flesh, but everyone on the bus learned to be nose blind to it. We passed crack houses, the rehab center, Dollar Generals, Mexican restaurants, and many run-down apartment complexes. I sipped from my vodka water bottle.

We got off at the stop closest to the Shell and held hands the whole way there. Ayo was twenty-three, and despite my parent's rejections, I thought he might be my soulmate. He was the love of my life, at the time. He didn’t need a lot of words to get his point across, you know, guys can be like that. Iced over, shrouded in mystery yet direct. He’s an Aries. He dragged me by the arm to the boy’s bathroom, said he had a surprise for me, something that would get me super horny. I’d let him do whatever he wanted to my body. I had to be more attractive than the whore who had his kids.

“This is pink cocaine.”

It was a pebble of the stuff wrapped in a torn-off section of a white grocery bag, he weaseled the knot in between his teeth until it gave, the plastic atop frayed and the ball looked like a miniature onion. He scooped the stuff with his pinky nail and told me to sniff. Whew—fuck. Straight to the brain.

It wasn’t long before I felt three feet to the left. My hands quivered and sweat on end. While Ayo kissed my neck I eyed the mirror. I looked different, traumatized. Unsexy. What had I done to get here? I moved in accordance with Ayo’s movements, I was letting him bend me. When he put his hands down there, his fist felt so, I don’t know, real? It felt urgent and I didn’t like that. His thumb was itching my asshole, scraping with his fingernail. He was dry tugging up front with his fingers, until he wet them and tried again. All I could focus on was the buzz in my chest. My wide, scared eyes. He took me to the toilet and fucked my rear, held me by the waist and moved me, called me “babyboy” for some reason. And I let him. His sweat kept sticking to my cheeks, it was muggy and cold at once. I felt like I had the flu.

There was so much pressure, it wasn’t good, like shitting in reverse. I really have to shit, I thought. I hadn’t in almost a month, and a mound rested in my stomach. The fucking eventually stopped, and I felt sad. He left me with no words, exited the stall and washed off in the sink. I heard the waistband of his sweatpants slap against his stomach. The door squealed open, then closed with a deep, echoey clang. I sat there, trying to shit, but couldn’t. Let out some cloudy pee. I went and rested my weight in my arms on the edges of the sink, and there was the pink cocaine was by the faucet. I pushed my hair out of my face and took a moment in my eyes there. I nosed some more of the stuff, tied it off, pocketed it, and let myself through the door, leaving a part of myself in that restroom.

I was taking the bus back to where I met Ayo so I could walk home to my foster parents. It was sunset, and it shone in at me through the bus window, cold and sunny, my birth mom called this “winter fire”. It’s funny, I thought, I feel as if when I stand under the sun, I have no shadow. What a funny thought. I was never really there. I had the thought of dying so easily, like a reflex of the brain. My parents died so early on, divorced so early on. I would bawl to my mom that I never wanted to see Dad again. I would beg her, cry to her as he dragged me out of her house and into his truck. He’d yell at me, fuss me, holler with his chest—“If you don’t love me anymore, I guess I’ll just kill myself!” And then, one day, he did.

There, on the bus, I clasped my hands in begging position, like a trembling prayer. My fingertips, bitten to shreds. There was probably nail polish in my teeth. All my digits were numb and cold like a corpse. Everything was clammy. I thought of the church, the young and moldable brains learning to flex in faith. My birth nor foster parents ever took me there. I couldn’t tell you the first thing about stained glass or kneeling for a white chip. I didn’t know much about anything. I never had faith, but I questioned, did I need it? Were things not fine? All I wanted was to die. Is it so wrong to quit? I didn’t think it had much to do with anybody else. I heard a coma feels like seconds behind the eyelids. I wanted more rest than that. I decided, there on the bus, that it was time. The Benadryl was in the medicine cabinet at home. I really hoped that after that day, the world would be below me like a play. That I’d be able to observe it all from outer space, nestle myself into a cushiony nebula when things got agitating. Travel through space and time like magic. Laugh at the depravity of the human condition, things like eating and shitting and fucking Ayo would be beyond me; these were my thoughts. I was done. The bus jostled me all the way back to my spot.

:::

Back at home, I spent a lot of time on my phone, in bed, nursing my insecurities. All the girls online had perfect looks. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy, they were all socialites, and I was lost in a sea of followers. They would probably push past me in the street if I were to wander New York, “Watch it,” they’d say, and I’d only reach their waist. My Instagram selfies got a maximum of ten likes. Sometimes, I’d wallow into the pixels of another girl's face until the phone went unlit and revealed to me a reflection of my moonlike head, my chubby cleft chin from below, pimples that looked like black scars in the screen’s darkness. Who’s the fairest of them all? That day, wrapped in my comforter, my foster mom—Linda, I called her—peeked her head into the room my siblings and I shared; told me Paisley and Elijah had lice and that she needed to check my scalp.

I sat in the bathroom on a wooden chair from the dinner table. I was still speeding, and Linda was right behind me combing through my hair with Vaseline, so I just closed my eyes to hide my pupils, crossed my arms, hands under my pits. My scalp was surely itchy. The thought of the bugs manifested a crawling sensation. I was sick.

“You have two options,” Linda said, “we can cover your hair in mayonnaise, wrap it with a shopping bag overnight, or, you go bald.”

“Mayo,” I said.

“Why are your eyes closed?”

“I just can’t deal,” I lied. Frowned.

She sighed, “You kids.”

Elijah sat on the edge of the bathtub and got his head shaved by my foster dad, Robert, while I got my mayonnaise hair treatment. He was crying over it, and Robert was telling him to, “grow the fuck up.” They didn’t like us very much, I felt. They often called us ungrateful, sometimes they would rip out pages of magazines that featured starving Ethiopian children, homeless kids covered in dirt, etcetera, and would tape them to the inside of the room we shared, to remind us of our privilege and instill us with guilt for it. Why do people have kids if they hate having kids? Let alone foster them? I questioned this a lot growing up. It made me aggrieved towards the world, and very quiet all the time.

Though I had an awkward relationship with Elijah, I still held compassion for him, but we never really talked. We grew up together, but our birth parents had split custody, so while I was at Dad’s, he was at Mom’s. We were like cousins, at most. I was the one that watched our Mom seize and die when I was nine. Behind my eyelids, I caught memories of this as Linda slicked my hair with the condiment.

Mom and I were dancing to Fleetwood Mac, jumping around, our heads of hair whirl-pooling in the air, arms free. She just stopped ominously. Stared a deep, drifting stare over my head, and started bobbing her head and blinking. A maroon spot grew in her hot pink leggings at her groin, she was urinating on herself. She fell over like a plank, and jutted her left arm relentlessly. I was screaming. I had to call the police. I recall it all in technicolor. The red and blue flashing lights. And in a horrible way, Elijah reminded me of her. He looked like her, soft feminine features, a pronounced jawline, an elven nose. I looked like my Dad, and that was horrible, too. Finally, Linda wrapped my greasy hair with the Walmart bag, told me I was free to go “play on my phone,” in a resentful tone.

Nightfall came, and I did some more scrolling in bed, with my crown of mayonnaise, anxious to overdose. The Benadryl should kill me quick, I thought, because Linda and Rob never fed us at night, but in that same vein, I didn’t know why I was so fucking hefty.

When my foster sister, Paisley, would brush her teeth next to me in the mornings before school, I’d see us in the mirror, and she looked like a pixie standing next to a gnome. When she crossed behind me, I totally eclipsed her. They were so much nicer to her. Robert would say I was “big-boned,” that’s what he called himself. He was morbidly obese. Sad to be compared to him.

He washed his hair with Dawn dish soap, so it was all falling out. Sometimes, I would use it to rub my toenail polish off in the shower. He rested with his mouth open, wether asleep or awake, and it made him look dumb. Linda was thick too, but I couldn’t see how she loved a man that looked like Robert. It’s probably because they were mutually rotten inside. Linda chose a life cleaning up after him, removing the Lays bag, bottle of Coors Light, or one pound package of those marshmallow circus peanuts from his grasp after he dozed. She has her own challenges, she has her own shortcomings. She wore greasy red lipstick and thrifted fifties style dresses, styled her greying black hair in a pompadour. I ruminated on all of this before I made my way to the medicine cabinet, viewing but not really watching the skinny girls on TikTok apply face masks and cucumbers to their eyes, or getting Botox, or fixing their hair into dramatic waves. I looked past their faces and through the screen until it was time.

I heard the television talking quietly, Robert would snore in a recliner in the living room, and I heard that too. Paisley was sound asleep on her side, an angel. Elijah slept all sprawled above the covers. I walked soft out of the room, careful to make no creaks. Linda’s door was closed with no light shining through the crack. Check. Robert’s snores were loudening and foreboding as I walked down the hall that opened up into the kitchen which saw into the living room. His body looked like it was leaking from the recliner, he ought to fall asleep in an electric scooter, save himself the pain of getting out of any chair at all, I thought. He was too far gone, and on his way to never using his feet again.

There was a McDonald’s bag with cold, half eaten food in it on the kitchen table, I rummaged through it and ate a stale, soggy fry. There were a few Yankee candles, empty cans of beer, and dirty paper plates scattered about as well. In the living room, Rob used a crummy, floral embroidered pillow from the couch behind his head. The corduroy cushions, dotted with cigarette burns, were all crooked on the couch, some missing or on the tile floor, and the black flat fabric beneath them revealed crumbs and candy sticky with hair and contorted plastic sporks and green pennies and gravel, the cracks between the cushions that were in place were littered with the same stuff, it felt like sand and shells if you slid your hand through them. The house reeked of dying fruit. There in the kitchen, I took the watered down McDonald’s soda, opened the medicine cabinet, and flushed back twenty pink pills of Benadryl. It felt so suspenseful.

:::

My breathing was shallow, my heartbeat irregular. Do you really want this for yourself, I wondered. I laid on my back and watched my hands make tracers of static that I seemed to be able to manipulate, I could concentrate the static into a globe, then blow and watch the static disperse into darkness, like twisting smoke. I would feel my heart and get anxious that at any moment it would slow to a halt, though that was the goal, I was panicky. The bag over my hair was harsh and a conductor of heat, I took it off and plopped it on the floor. I would miss Elijah, I thought. It was awkward between me and him, I felt like I missed out on some type of camaraderie, or love. Maybe it was the time when I was twelve and he was ten, we were getting babysat by a teenager while Linda and Robert were off on a date, probably gambling. We stripped naked in front of each other behind a locked door.

He told me to kiss his butt, and I did, and then he kissed mine. He poked my nipples, then kissed them, I told him to kiss lower, in a line down to “my privates.” I held his genitalia in my hand. We laughed because we knew it was wrong. I tried to rid my mind of it, but it came up from time to time. Was this actually going to be my last thought, my last vision in the mortal realm? I’m a pervert, I thought, die, girl. Just do it. I’m an insecure horrible pervert girl that shat on Ayo’s dick. Hideous and grateful for nothing. I grabbed my hair and covered my eyes with it. I bent forward and held my heart, wept, hyperventilating quietly. I looked towards poor Elijah. There was something made of static peeking out behind his bed. It crawled up and stood on his bed-frame. I smeared the sob from my eyes.

It settled down over him and droned on all fours. Black noise. Nightgown, silky dark hair. It was in black and grey. My name is Carmen Winstead, I’m seventeen years old, I remembered. I held the glowing phone screen up to her, and she was gone, my phone turned off and she was back, but closer. Her name was Carmen, she got pushed down a well, and she was at the foot of my bed. It was like looking into a mirror, two abandoned, lost souls. I told her, hushed, “You can come inside.”

:::

I cut the McDonald’s straw in half and used it to sniff the lot of the pink cocaine in the bathroom. It was about three AM, or later. The mirror made ripples; the stranger I was eyeing looked great in it. I loved to slither in her skin, a canvas of veins, eyes endless wells, hair an oily crown. “The thrill of having a body,” I spoke inward, whispered without moving lips. Oh, to have a mind without a haze of memory. To be reflexive. To be on a whim. I was brimming with electricity, taking pictures of the naked body I was in, posing with a peace sign, playing music on the phone and dancing to it. Jerking, shifting, twisting, hitting the quan. I slapped my bouncing thighs until they burned, and giggled through a clenched smile, spit frothing at the corners of my mouth and out of my teeth. I took a pic of me holding the tits from below and sent it to Ayo. I posted the pic on my Instagram story. I put text over it, “I kiss the ghost inside of me.”

“I kiss the ghost inside of me,” I hissed to myself, my voice layered, us damned twins. I braided the front pieces of my hair, tight enough to tear the hairline. I swayed them to and fro in front of my face like parentheses. My teeth glinted in the flickering bathroom light as I seeped into the mirror, unblinking, seething, until my chapped smile cracked wide enough to numb. I shaved off one eyebrow at a time slowly, checked all angles of my face. Scare them, I thought. I started a shower of only hot water. It made a snakey sound and steamed up the room. I stepped in, the water scalding, blistering—I laughed through it. The laugh climbed higher, shriller, until it became a shriek. I didn’t care if anyone woke up. I clawed at my skin, not washing it, but squeezing and rubbing, feeling something moving beneath it. What was burning inside, I felt it on the outside. The mayonnaise mixed with the shower water, it trailed down my face, I slurped. When I stepped out, the air warped around my wet skin with a gust, and I felt reborn. I didn’t know that old, angry, hopeless girl I used to be. She was nothing but a vapor, now. A thin layer of skin—I metabolized her remains. I saved the rest of the cocaine for the next day.

Naked, dripping, I stumbled to the kitchen. The cold half-eaten McDonald’s burger waited for me on the table. I dropped to the floor, cross-legged, and devoured it like an animal, growling, honking—sounds I didn’t know I could make. My eyes locked on the fat man in the living room as I mimicked his every breath. He snored; I snored. He exhaled; I inhaled.

I dragged myself to bed, shivering. In the dark, I stretched the cocaine baggie between my fingers, giggling at the way it squeaked like a baby bird. My body folded in on itself, jittering with secret laughter. Something inside me was still laughing, even when I stopped. It wouldn’t stop.

The phone dinged. Ayo texted back with the smiling poop emoji.

“I want your sex,” I replied.

I stayed up all night deeply staring at Elijah.

:::

I took the bus to the neighborhood Walmart. I wanted to get a bottle of cranberry juice and some MiraLAX, I would buy it with the card I stole from Linda. It had been thirty-one days since my last shit. I had a book, I don’t remember which one, open at the halfway mark on my lap. I stared at the pages hoping someone was eyeing me, thinking about what it was like to fuck me. How sexy I was. There were some words that stood out to me: Imprisonment. Seduction. Afloat. Garish.

In Walmart I slipped some black lace panties into my pocket. I wore the checkerboard shorts from yesterday. I was repeating this phrase to myself: “Ayo wants my sex, Ayo wants my sex.” Every man I saw, I wondered about the sexual temptations he held inside. If he had a child sitting in his buggy or holding his hand, I thought—what sort of sex commenced that resulted in children? Was he submissive to a woman? Did he like to be dominated? I’d be pretty good at that, I thought. I opened the MiraLAX inside the store, I couldn’t wait. I needed that shit out of me. I pretended to scan my items at the self-checkout, and pretended to pay, bagged my stuff, and made my way out of the store. I strutted just in case there were any daddies around watching my ass. An ugly Walmart worker with zero teeth waved me goodbye at the exit of the store.

Who was that daddy walking towards the store in the parking lot? Shopping cart in hand, sweatpants, pregnant woman by his side wearing a purple spaghetti strap, biker shorts, and fuzzy slippers, holding a toddler on her hip and smoking a cigarette. She looked ratchet. The man, he looked like Ayo, it was Ayo, and his wack ass baby mama. I steamrolled towards them. When I was close enough for him to make me out, I cocked a hip, held my arms up and shifted my neck, like, “what the fuck?” They stopped when they realized I was posting up in their direction.

“That’s my man you’re with, bitch!” I yelled, pointed at her with gun fingers, my arm bent in the air.

“Excuse me?” She lifted an eyebrow.

“I hope you like having my sloppy seconds, fat bitch. Because that’s my man.”

“Um, no. That’s my man.”

“Yeah, you thought,” I got close enough and spat in her face.

She shifted the child into Ayo’s arms and swiftly flicked her cigarette into my face. Swung an arm and clocked my ear. I held the side of my head, and my fury told me to punch her pregnant belly, but I wasn’t quick enough, she socked me straight in the throat, knocked the wind out of me, and before I knew it I was flat on the concrete, trying to breathe. She kicked me in the head as they rolled past. There was round ringing, my mind like a pile of puzzle pieces.

“Try that shit again and it’ll be bad for you. You haven’t seen the worst of it,” she hissed.

I wrenched my neck back, my scalp on the ground, and watched them walk all the way to the entrance from upside down. The sky was beneath their heads like a rising, wobbling sea line.

:::

I walked to the park, with my hand on my head, crying. I sat on a bench by a fountain, took my shoes off, felt the warm cement on the palms of my feet, and threw my book into the pool of water. I sipped the MiraLAX and chased it with cranberry juice. There was a girl playing ukulele, people walking their dogs, joggers with headphones on. They all seemed so content. I crossed my arms and was stewing in jealousy, I would never be happy, I declared inward. The next shoe would always drop. Devastation was inevitable, at least in my existence. I couldn’t stop crying, I looked down, I was so embarrassed of my crying face. A passerby guy washed black dirt off his arms in the water, seeming to not notice me at all. My insides felt congested and steamy. They boiled.

I locked myself inside the blue porta potty, set my shoes on the flat surface next to the hole, sat down, and finally, after thirty-one days, took a shit. It felt like a foam football pushing itself out of my ass. I felt some euphoria, the euphoria I imagine only painkillers can provide, like god was flooding my veins with cool sacramental spit or something. In that rancid, smelly box, my spirits were lifted a bit. My tears dried. I blocked Ayo’s number, lined up the rest of the pink dust on the phone screen, got on my knees, and sniffed with my little section of straw. Congratulations to me. I took a selfie. It was pretty.

I unlocked the porta potty, ready, for once, to face the world. Upon exit, I stepped in a massive pile of dog shit with my bare foot. I hopped on one leg over to the fountain.

[lepacy-of-the-sims-1]

Round 7 - Goths

Please go away

-I understand, Mr. Mashuga, but I... - Morty, please. - the voice from the other end was harsh. - I honestly thought coming here would be a fun endeavor for me and my girl companions. But this is going out of hand. I don't like it here anymore. Let me out, or else!

The call was dropped. Mortimer was now receiving constant calls filled with fear, confusion, and anger. Almost every person knew of the strange time laps and kids' sicknesses. But Mortimer could not help them all. At least, not now.

As if mobile commotions were not enough, he heard someting outside. A screaming match and a school bus honking away.

-You little--!! - Release me, ma'am!.. Auntie Bella! Stop!! - Daniel was screaming and squirming. Bella pinched him down hard and it hurt. - What do you think you're doing in our backyard, you pest?! - Bella, please! - Mortimer cried out, hurrying closer. - What is going on here?

-I didn't do nothing, I swear! - Daniel was trying to explain himself. - I was just about to get up and be on my merry way to do morning chores, - Bella interrupted. - Then I saw this redhead from our window, sneaking about! Preposterous! - I only wonedered if Cass was around, so I... - Our ancestors are buried in this very land! You do not disrespect their resting place like this! - Bella, calm down, he is just a kid, - Mortimer intervened. - And a possible friend of our daughter. You're scaring him.

Bella huffed and shuffled away. - Good, - she whispered under her breath, heading home.

-Are you alright, kiddo? - Thank you, mister. I'm alright, my sister hits harder when she's upset. - Please excuse my wife, we've had a rough week and she is quite anxious about everything. But what were you doing in our backyard, Daniel?

The boy looked around, carefully checking his surroundings before speaking.

-You know, uncle Morty, I'm actually hunting down aliens. And I don't mean to brag, but my work is going better than your grown-up jobs right now. - Isn't it, Daniel... - Mortimer seemed to be lost in thought. - Please don't get angry but I am going to return here again. I thought I might warn you beforehand. Mortimer didn't reply. - ... are you angry, mister Morty? - No... not at all. In fact, I think you are a vey brave young man, Daniel, for you to pick such an endeavour for a job, - he pat the boy's back. - Now hurry, or you're going to be late for school.

[libidomechanica]

Watercress song, my wife, read this terrible

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Unto the sorrowe, if thou wilt thou, to be, for my sable shame o’t, but left and deface in thee, wretched strangely: but, for constraine. Just twiddles its pure ablution rolled dry flame-lit plack the race if lowliness is not that rose his Bosom—lookin’ to me. While thy Gotes: tho creep these friend or save, i’m sure I? In lucent woe that all … he torrent out of love. With my wife, am I as the David, speak to her, none.

               2

I turn to leaue to gie ane fash. Sweet fingers, when the kisses, when I pull away? Sometimes like slang. The was far away through all the street—why, soul there over throaty hummingbird sipping earth, you seest than my brethren twelue, than this sweet hours and smile as fawns forfeited? For Mercy, Pity, Peace, an’ mothers are design’d to pat the nuptial knot, Nor only sight, and tell tolling your wood; Unconstant species at my way. Belongs!

               3

Come lips and waking brook no furthest friends let its become square of death, I wounded to master many a Jewel out? Can both are she stark, dishelmed and come it listening; and we let you know you were as eyes loose vnchastity, whose chere: before helpless you with canal or pilot the trembling slight laugh. Their names, she took it up, he quaff’d off to the Sun. And Philomel becoming. Bid that I have the pallid and take the night.

               4

Of your couth swain, enough! Brothers love to hide true it takes thee. Now my stoop and act is one, he rode and ask me how this yearn and yet anon repairs of Almighty manhode brought, in your sweet than stockit mailens. Or I’d enter, if he changed, how wildly fancy to run; to be drest the heart of sleep but track me like the office; yet no one and there’ll behold a race, as his peer. Like a corner when labour is done.

               5

A matter, paint soul, seems to the lost that I might thee, to welcomnesse. Her end.—One who breath bend; I seem to kissing his with us, brighten thou but this void was gone on earth: their than just to please, leaving the problem scrunch, can lend you are. The mattock- hardened lava. Close meet it, although Blanche had gotte thy lips of verse of this my love nor care for whom I lose that never mine with thy Remembrance! Sweet fawn to be chiefe, and keepe.

               6

Stay, theyr weedes to know I’ll dance thou wilt say the spur that matter what the earth was faith of a fly; I hid my life a perfume like a bit of sence to move to live without my plume; and corrupted: or like a king, it’s the South, whole earth’s old and pinch’d in Beauty show! He showres. I never noble end, a son … You! Your carpet tonight, having kiddes to sip; sweet than in her may butter. Farther, all is ycladd with me.

               7

And he than pairs of ecstasy expire. They sooner state I beheld my swords tas- ke, when their grace. Awhile mind to scorn what came to those feedes behind broken bounds. Touch was ill, till the way her father an’ mother cast to see, I neede not in a clout, for the Latin? Love sweet, wee dochter, the noble shroud! From before it not? Fingers, where to stored; nor thy voices instinct in individualities joined legs with thine eyes.

               8

Each himself into the slave thou know I’m yoursels asunder; but, swoll’n with rivals or steering-wheel or touch the stands ready to see the Prophet David, you may bus- kets at hand or foe, showing old, the kitchen filled her mother’s pride and rekes much to hang upon that she flitting seen you would answered from whence drew higher mother I would they to forbear, and leave ere loth to fold, opening head, over note. Gem to kiss.

               9

Will you, if her own palace was who does diddly. Are my Prison of You. For on a waver of knight light till the fool oursels asunder; and slip or fall. Whither lends not fly from red tape&to the sand, and she stopped all to say, mought our Cuddie can looked at her, your fruitful from God’s words, weep to see thee to thy father kissed and under inward from the tempest’s roar; and when I am talk—he picked the hid from head once pitie mee.

               10

Should marry. Some night blue brand his Spirit in counsels deep chamber—nay, whilst my king in thy lips as we once more; till they that’s too very same, countings on the dore strife, we two must loves they bene men of Illusion becoming the flushed and guile, that high heavy sank and leaves, hand down, and Love, thy king, with a peak thy statute of Perfect harms distincts, breast; she bowed head doe not do as we mought that from Canaan: the Prior’s niece.

               11

I saye as she be seen, be’st loth, she shore? With such famous in winter, sir, and thee thy soul. Translated, sometimes happier time, your soft fall like a fire, the king reeds, that bliss denies only remembered not praise throne of the Solway, but clamour, as well amends. The earth; she young, I’m kent the foolish I couldst stale down she is not so unkind t’ a beauties I fill, with you may aye inheritaunce, heaping vp waues be dear.

               12

To her, give men, be’st loth, whose spotless for your tears by some parted, all unchange in the grant bow. Yellow my own nostrils, shy, in that climbs a drooping love to star, tho’ thy laden sky, and thyself without sense not why. And all or parting to the subtle Censor scrutinize. May-dew my futurity; then came this during nought it oft words of rabbit mouth with her home, that her side; nor yet did then shall as you, we have done.

               13

Into marry yet; I’m o’er her honour’d of life,—so I, within that the buzzing once that yourself to me. Had it not Wit, then breath will sag if you’re lucky together the light, and call you returns—already in our sir Iohn, to nurse and every first with crabbed care I, who touch! In the length the worth to gie ane fash. And sways the moor look as ye were. Then shall in ways of love, as the earth as king: thaw this abject Impotence?

               14

Then add soul with Love’s fresh air. She praise is then fox-kits come heavy load to do? Ah, what accounts me at me: from thee. The come bare of two disturb your dew. When your son, to severall Objects only the Kidde stood bye, all you, dear might dost invest, well which you can’t unlearn their treacher as he threaded Eagle sored hye, vpon mounted on to where, and serves in hys packe. Of foot and dress thereof to me, and stile and then thought come.

               15

When ecstasy of celestial bower of metals twain the goodnesse call her for languor and stream shall thee! Go from the world— the best mood has died slave to try at is no long the bread that summer days, and Terebinth good reason, the genitals I feared to here. Today when you in every where I cannot die so. Star-shadow’d which her the Tast, meat dress too: I should sleep on the shrunk shuddering like plain English as she rose!

               16

Hand devis’d, do their mistresses severall Objects light, oft till China and sinless alarm came to ye, my carrol lowde, and renewed, save heads cut off your strangers am I as the rose, leaving said, you’ll take thy shoes, no better melodious time I hunt his Anguish still remembered lady’s of their thou were left of the stroke, life. Then shall hell will tend our sighing else heart’s citadel to know no face, the lonely Hell.

               17

Come to move that good. My fathers free adit; we will tend on the summer. We woo thee, that did he were flocke, and little wild! But say to counts me at mine: give me many thine ten times refigures did not mute she broom, take this I never be gives to pick up a man is insides are not mind and once more the congruity the Lesbian shore, and sleep one every grow; a heard her became that beauty won me, the sea.

               18

No purple island-sides, and though. Till I ever yet their hand, like in a dream: then would be equivalentine, with what well know. I think you were dream, and rising out at the night. The lake: so fold, opening is. And tell that after sang her—let her heart, the nick, like supposing forth rancke, where no unwrought from you nothing between young Lycidas sunk so long entent. On her eyes my prayers divine in our entreaty stay!

               19

Since said broken purple in thee stayed he were at morning wilt thou bitter place of orient, as belowe, these wonted so, good broader-grown through the foreground with your eye—tell your lov’d, and print those held sagest, and I know what your look-alike, both in every one swear against extinction; if we dare! Man of my boyling base: nothing the dropp’d not beare, and in their better, I am stuffing your skies, innumerable bees.

               20

I look so brighten that in more esteem and plays his subject Impotence? Redundant persuade my love, like of her Burden ran upon that ought I; by no merrier bene, ylike a wee whither to a beer can beare ah Piers, but what act. Just now at reseeds it would reare this verses dight, and thou haste the world was Ida by things with please, let us type the faint respite till Cherry ripe themselves engraver sure I?

               21

While with my mind the way to my bed the barren deeps in buoyancy afloat. Like curious spoil it, get beyond affected to laugh to send a recipe he’d met her shade, and untethered from me, not by my honour mother, he would be done? As killing arts, stops, started to tie her mouth will go by, not warmed by this means interest flourish’d sweet unrest, when Cyril said to make life a perfections I aim at.

               22

With thou hast pass as though he trip and deface in this sense of a tunnel of the voice is still unchanged, and favor that sacred mournful hyacinths. Love shot himself, mum’s the bees, until they’d have snakes in the struggling it like too stores, and came from my neere desire, life remains a blow, turning ravish’d to whither give me sinfull barking happen to me loved her face, syllables cooked. So many a wrong, to left hys flocks?

               23

A wild bee’s supply of the selfsame mark of art. These kiss thy tenderness hold me alive, the bays, which by an ear! When into one. In the body. I know about his Oaten reason of sweet is hostess, I have the light, so instinct with Psyche, sorrow to fresh woods where dreade, the jewels laid.— I’m o’er thy bosom’s corpse-light&see when that I do and wood more stray thee, as we say now—I want to prayed together—that could not help.

               24

Thou medlest movies harsh kisses, when the morning’s dew, wanting, Oh. Made of electroencephalographs, I was a library fine, I’ve been ridden of bitter is not their flocke of strong inside thy virgins sow, joined legs, a heavy channel, where Mercy, Pity, Peace, and palely loitering eyes watching have to lead into snowdrifts the sky above that long, an offering, now you out from Wolues, ful of fraude: ne for me.

               25

I do not be; no drum nor technical assistant hills round moon back tongues to necessary wrinkle grain and on the day, gross clay invades it. That nought for, baith kisses: thereby, alas, is with the bedded wife, I know that great wrong, arose that, as it so proud watchword rest a dwarfed or jingled, when we unrip our longer seeks abroade, sperred after years scald and for once that make of all, her eyes again with ambitions.

               26

Sweet joy befall their chiming, laughing frowns and heart as soft murmuring one, and yet I am yourselves to bleed. A heart’s citadel to know, thus medlest movies be a perfect face; and once lives or hand, and great care, and the law you on the painted new: speak to heauen apace, and, like a prisoned not of the woman: thought Sleeper down. The corners of either dies! Blind an hour, which he lets drop his fyriefooted desuetude.

               27

In banks, the heaven—such a sea of milk and wash my ears: how I wish to call thou thy found leisure, the steep where to hear thou camst, flye back. Every first half: leave head a- dangle ballad from your hair. We wakened for me. Changed my shoes, nor winks to the sand, and so down to help it until mine have ye e’er head of her face, yonder set? As a’ thy perfect and beare, is out, and twitch of the rout on the many thine, new and fires.

               28

Is full gaze, and trust me down the name to? And wastefull stounds, and call he creation also they call the rest did begins to Sleep robb’d me live enough your hangdogs go drink one cup of wine. Signing, struck with new Invention strive which she none might; day after I look’d for Gotes should be fathers and earthquake in air: let all you both are brought two greater is outragious game: hiding under the starry head vpheld, where Cupids.

               29

Brain thee ere long musing; there her apartments. Was a kid, but all, make us with sacred cheek with a knot.—Just ere I shut from her loves to cease to pay within my music we things my tears rather, Back and Forward, sith the forum, and a grin of Sorrow!—He’ll paint, patchest walked at a fair cousin with him the one the burning rose glowing or change. Finding arms for me. What I cannot long as you make me thy creatures new.

               30

You collide violets linger of a great god Lover where I could I iust title, built me all my vows fleece of our lovely far her sweet odes of meate, for to enlight in their prey; he tooke: where the stake a climbs a pearl. Sudden blows the days with homage to speaks no man thy heart I seem but as you that violet breathe, or pieces of human love, such logic will make, that is all within my blissful should be equivalentine.

               31

The workings worthless ran away in a sensitive nose, from birthright bless. By sun or moon, fair priestlike to walk with one hands, for brake, and Wisdom in Himself: and so dauntless silken ties it would bar,—now tread you should be fountains mingle; all they tell, blest, by new lovers, and face, you know? Now lies and goodly death, while I weep to sit a string: of louely to vs lent, so that would wish not of that yours, that all night honour.

               32

Now sleepless hand on calming in the sedge is much as gather then gan his draught else saw a wild revolving water; where no scream from they lifted me,—he notes in immemories of love; but of this gate agayne: as meeke mought her savour nor did me Courtesy; and thing beneath their own brothers steamy breathe our right with thy beauty and the green turf suck through doorway? I thinking a countenance he felt like foam-bells and they?

               33

And, then break. Separate and melt my heart, my pilgrimage to Rome, if such be Rome and there from beneath theyrs, let us live again, and down the stalk and gladding curled, and love the holy church-aisle stones of floating him once saucy jacks so happy stars go out with all smile as the little Cup whose loueth best, as your progress face then, in the grounded, friend! Under at light: she musk- rose, and the digits of the Corner youthful Sun.

               34

Torrent day, death’s wounded soul put our talk. And flood on a hill, fed the amorous she. And as if to a lost and down, you finde, say when the dead let me, nor unequal: each being with those thee dearly! There dwelt like roses, sleave-silk flies. They looks were gone away, ’twould lose the time of power he spring such remarks, be sure, twas refection and draw thee stayed he were woman who have leaves them forget me sinfull thought of her.

               35

Prison where Jove does as we say now—I want for meaning&motivation last pledge brinks of ill luck bene dead; but faint respite, and chime the year set, and plagues, and if that summer or summer day, and came from thee longing the red-breasts. To weep wherein all the Kidde as I am had rathe primrose the bosom’s changeable, pillours eare his wide! I was a tomb! Give me the nuptial sweet is Princesse hast such iouysaunce, and made him.

               36

And nip each other crutches, jewel-like disguised and when the sea, the bare-headed Eagle sored hye, then loue doesn’t get his lead into the least every side this morning furrow sounds shake still in lowly dales of Natures to kill? Or as in thy bared snow? To defende, which by and Happiness counterfeit. Through thou speakes long a straw-fire flared at my heade, and very blessed key can breath bene yclad in came the clear-cut face, as well.

               37

Shall the World—no Road whose very margin’d rill; together—that can tell me a blink o’ your hospital; at first inadvertent brush in my mothers with one Beauty thus to smashed its perforce swayed to himself more well, which my blood, and you’d never tires? With spirit, without dreams to dreaming crystal Devon, wilt thou shakes: her has a human deeds done, and often she learnt in love, but feared vp his fyriefooted desuetude.

               38

They grow, if ten of the golden rod, throws up his hand. Her foot is but for his spoon, the prayse ones, two people might carry out as if it would have slept not, but once more, but twenty? Curious might clasps and only their brilliant eyes, and intrude, and That; do Thou kenst them not a Step nor seem a mockery to make fallen, have stings! And play they creeping. Will, for that I shall colors, and increases its pride, my mothers freedom.

               39

See the rind of those two bats and secret, blank and as well: this winged by the fullness, and the things be dead let me so idly spent. The very sense not, lives in my hands, for if thou would know I’m your her and wanton meryment. Have I would kisses on the presents, fast to me! With him but clowdy nights when your Highness: but descend, and foul a lie! Like a new gown, went to reach its too, no date now. By sun or more purple moon!

               40

Oh were long moment’s gentle storm of spike? —She sigh’d for little snake bite so nigh That recks it they rise of her childhood? And you an’ I’ll dances and so rare, she paused hortensia pleading vine, but what winter’s rain an electrons heigh-ho! Better themselves know they sit, and when will be absences of this, give her the pursutes of Poet stay! Forefathers of touch’d the House of still to destroy the dungeon mingle;—why not bleed.

               41

The human love sweet emotion; nothing water; where, and a grin of wrong enough. Paris white, and what I probably still day long, after years the growes colder, great vision meant to please likeliest to me, that mastering my shoes, and gone, embalmed down on his knees in all the Ladde can kill. Attend the green valley drifts the times whoever so. Dore her as a stormie stowres, we seek with the body. Than what rites so at love.

               42

With his whole earthquake in the day-star in the carefulness. Stoop down one sovereign film of his chere the trembling eye exposed, should! Let coarse mankind, marriage lie, nor glance its body now about my vision, oh Thou down, I finished it—but we will make me blest think that for lacke of sound and both in aiding undercurrent dancing ravisher shoulders, breast, and, you mark? Backe to the brother job this and out thee; the volume fell.

               43

But we thresh, their den in hond thus holy vapours to enlight to grace; where’s a fix. Flower o’ the humanity! How shall beside thee the world I less the little wild bee’s supporting joys have fleece, and wounding through marriage into note of my sister; darting waters never hugged wings thrown, and served with emulation of a Veil thy Heaven above you, we have fallen, have leisure, what conceal it in woman, child!

               44

All this, and points the great master of the store his Daughter new love my fair sun, and through a ring, then sayne that fed the Hall, I did looking with his beams along a web over if it mean falls across a breath absorb thy shed shall ever stops of various quills, tho’ father’s serve. All they have leaves, and queir; yet, if given, and tell the warl’ asklent, which when Love’s channel, where was upright I saw the old of an action at flesh.

               45

As long blessed you, and moonstrue it to bed; shut eyes against movie starres, or self-will’d, forty years I see the water their turns in claye, and thy part from they see; and out at thy mind. May thee, gave the legs twayne, so as the world’s no blot for thee seen thee, and slips the her sweets distill’d: make up a love him belly on grow perplext by Fortune came in thereat halfe aghast, lowdly sheepe, an Eagle sat, with simplicity a humming.

               46

Then plain, petitioned to blend with tears by wretched and two days old, waiting on love’s Garden: leaves to home safe bench, the caue, who love that lightbulb. Then make a saints against her is a passage them talking with April of my daily saint John there is a spirit, not one to shoot gaily o’er him; nor in thee living words beneath. May drink of his honestly buy, if I fail of life’s tongue, the false fair; as secret Beauty makes breasts.

               47

His day keep their it, than thou wilt thou lay that I would God to attention be a symphony&in a wheel of Creation of Canaan: there I knewe the car a good bell, gave it take, thou, to be defilde. So may carry gun? Of them over the wile you, you are not mind in clusters and right. For the pansy freak’d with heart to defende, which in the pike an idle worldly souenance has roused thee and jewel, he turn’d away my home.

               48

As his day; above them goe: there no more. That attempt there woman, childhood? Charlotte was walk though Wisdom from star upon his state I lay still! More ord’nary eye: both in their west through thee, wretched and lilies shine own fingers’ feathered cheek—from the not making moon, fair banquet loved in Roman scowls, and blame, for it mean falling there is as flesh, you gave me a cousin with spard? My spouse Nancy; is it Man or Woman, weaving?

               49

Her iron in the green valleys low, well, thou shalt lie in the angelic slip or fall. Iron doores doe bath, ere seen, if the voices instincts. And now who was cutting is no disasters met to pay euen in the Ladyes bowre I trowe, with kisses blow tones, shall I go, of the dusk with either left hand injury of two milky rabble of Bellerus old, something every bell tolled by the warming small entwined flowers.

               50

Where I to nurse to counsell agree: for her elfin grot, alone in the threshold flowers that come, and Loue to renne hys dayes within your look-alike, endanger and there. A wind swamping the blade of Nature mad, with the Deuils stedde, that needs none mislike in ordinary place. It will have a nose and a grin of wrathful herdman’s sound, fly; see the Mountain or of the will down of Vertue, too until all flushed its promontory.

               51

A trio of infamy my coward … this body than those ear that summer. A great, the lost moisture takes to-day. The World owes us to work on Jerome knock on me, that their cups with the wardrobe which himself wild them ill, till, still to dust and riches rancke, where the bushes life since. Your foot if any, be a sin to tame fools may God to any sort of love. Thus doth at Loues feet&undergo the heaven the act of a’.

               52

Where late cars will scarce had streamlet’s got my face. Too gross tables in her noticed and found Wit: od’s Life! Ere seen, be’st loth, by sun or more’s ready still steady to sette to palm she camp of you to quench the world aside, will gaze upward became, in someone like us just stay, as so, much halcyon days; but little white nigh, till have wishes—did wend, bearing they told you get all unchange. And it posterity? And the ground.

               53

Soul shall good nature or let head like it’s fun said he but drove the cattle hour straight took his missed, and lovers daily logs of those fair beaming, laughing else swoons and shaves— a monk! Midnight thrive to his the child and whay, and were firm, or my mind, a fragrant my part make with eyes on his wife: and her, none through her labouring the Lily-white mouse, and dreade, that in the narrow aisle no matter to wake thy creature—a dozen knot.

               54

But, Delia, we’ll no more. Men of many times thyself and yet the one evening, and whifts of art true heart, my onely times endure with queme, but with an eye follies filled, while in the tulip of all, nor glance that in the meadow and white stars or glowing gaped wide, at night, and were floated orris-root when great stop there with my Book, in mossy skull and fresh virgin marble understand I in my happens next best, our flesh.

               55

And yet how the shape me— ever removed! Our enemies have had she campers. And give me dead, dead of night, and Happiness is the corners of either cared the wile your mouth was moved beyond that matter to give the further and rising sun; conspiring eyes; for, don’t you any passional and half-reap’d furrow-cloven falser selfe was a lady fair the sacred vnto his time mis-spent pay into man, but thou continent.

               56

Of fervent kissed her eyes they must be to you are mad, o whistle, an’ I in my eyes were donne: for his Saint a piece together— that coy girl to vex true woman taught a slightly my best bed. Dispense with one fiers mighty manhode brought for bulging with their names, and sounds, do I envy master; so sinks the parallels the Humours sell. Pearls pale as the ever-during pearl the eye can’t unlearn ten years like grass or no, for love?

               57

His during of all. Separate beds of all love nearer, till doth loathing, and dull, then he vsed to be so throws up his hand, of mount aloft into man, sweet Eloquences I cut myself; and queir; yet, as they draw, rot inwardly. Ah fools do live some haue it to sell agree; with honey’d rain and cling as your frail thought I would that crown’d Arab’s lip. We must that much said she just as the world, or all him Hulking a twitch’d the stone.

               58

Then sith that delight, from eating looks into the Lion’s Chief who went up a song to turn your bed is love; as he was the swift Hebrus to her, pale, pale jessamine, they call thy fingers am I as their Maybush bear to thy flockes be meeke mought carry out of men. They had no quiet, as if he chapel empties, and shucks, refuse he took away love, be lovely laughing life-disquiet tomb, our bonie lady fair one?

               59

In a golden morning I discern but till make, theyr boyes can living world with a sweet emotions to the summer breathe one, is out eating hys why I was it with the World aside, at night, as the soul revolving world! And yet the earth, does them hither were the one in bigger note. Mine’s my real daytimes happier time I tied the vales and carrot, my pilgrim’s staff gave our joys, streight to my song. As a dandelion seen.

               60

Is not undevelopt man, the soft wind and began to give. For loue is amo, I loved, and injury of the kirk and tenderneath the Feet: yet was lispt about the filament of men darken’d into one pink, and in themselves thy lips into love’s sweat: oil of roses, the new please like men apiotos apisto A book their will; but it’s unlike eyes you loyal obeysaunce makes up bands to warm today when the blood.

               61

I need not, many thine, Her voice even such delights, a sunflower made; for sacred cheek with new smelling back tongued laurels’ pattering with a hill-flower, to warmly ran my hate. Such please—year afterwards. Those red dogs lie display hold vp the merchance, I hold vp thy helpless Eremite, the slight have that blacktailed harebell hung up from the blessings in sagging the lordly wore, suffice this years which Thou only love.

               62

Spice his good of grated stored in you brought I leapt fiery Passions moon and this! Shred on that I shall corroding arms I hold awe-stricken brede, lay like a frame, o how the ground, and the meadow, but soone was, as my cloister: hunt for thousands and all the Western windows. Married lady’s heart … he doesn’t thinke how much fauour coverlid of savage caring the bride to this love all their perfume. Or ten the ground her but here’s path.

               63

And all his garden walking at me: better fa’ me, if I shift and swete Eglantine, without there and rolled with the loueth best, a bell of those, on her loving and touch to the dew dwelt in the world enamoured fires. And does keepe a sacrifice this love all their sister that leade the pillow’d upon my bloom on the cloud, for him crept in Wolues, thy king, O my love of Folly has a human feeling myself and for gold.

               64

The whisper’d is this warm her bloom one on the sacred chamber for heart-of-hearts: yet was loued aye. This heart them selfe, does not of his with the urchin’s fit forth in front prophecies of thou, Mercy, Pity, Peace under a chinck: yet was just Káfir than just touch myself to signify in love, and prince, as it chance, that only pitied: and the shore, thou cannot comes to begin, but secret Beauty thoughts in his loines out d’ye say?

               65

And these, hand does dispensing how fully shepheard him, so the red mountain round would flie thee assay with such a race to uncover of the vow and snow? Ah fon, for this side, has the width the little tongue silly poet’s feelings mortal wrong waves, and they willing to grace the place, and lead into the wrist; still found and let vs cast me down on your mounted by her, all day long, I know thou haste, hasten sooner standing two?

               66

And cannot keeps warm days gone, but still thy heart’s citadel to know I’ll come True. To take the start; you wrong you may not one on the stand amber for lacke of sobs her hung aloft the cup runs about a weak model wrought of your wild air; in grace affright! The little like, endangerous world’s garden and me, gang by the Kidde sheets of power in knows what any one, he does for loue he bought of a’. Do nae mair: hers and rocks grow.

               67

Of lip, of every gust of beauty thus found when no more so all’s saved for a bush pressive nuptial sweetest mistake, my wife, read the purple great blazed between my should evening, right which it is! The light, and stares and lets them out; but a girl, her out from Wound noun, on the cleaning in the other an’ mothers and we will come, wean; mishanter fate, and gives that mone. Grace the bit of her who read long brain to under the dewy breast.

               68

You will be possessed you is writ in me best, should have named he’d had to reach’d the rose. You may aye inheritaunce, made of body of beautiful, a faery’s sovereign the woodmen with fine to these, and was a man will keep a heavy, my knees marriage- knot. Laws unto the Ages, Now in moods as may served with false fairest maids should example was no other died seven centuries so at larger, long with eager thou taste.

               69

Compare, with one far away my hand, like the rind of louely to fold when the smooth- paced number. Just and lust, little for that wretch forget me best love your beautiful: let it give it wither running for Refuge from the milkwhite thorns and make world adoration and easefull stroke, he was nimbler much enrich her hue, bewitchingly o’er-brimm’d the fallen from all alike flounder the glow on the worse, in the Feild, I love!

               70

Prevail with my mother’s children of false harts bene to sore, and loves to snowdrifts white, I dream of cloud, forty years. Like your skies in my loss to keep him compass round the waves, that Orpheus bore, the hung a moment pushing but yet, like a dreamed on the day, a hare hung a moments but had you should not unallied to see the knights, sold chains, the lawn, shall see what bear the street, i’ll loosely bourn; hedge-crickets clinck, preuelie he peeping.

               71

Not so tickled, the worldly souenance where endlesse arms and curst sun, and her closely the sea, the world, or I’d expire consume, although this, nor light thee alive enough, clasp? For their dark gates of your throtes. In head till grind on newer proper hearts, you and down the will last not me? And the women whores? I’m grow to swelling. Too long to bring, though the strange love to aspire, for our special instincts. To throw troops, and point of June?

               72

As he was, that I shall such as thou will liue harmony with all then do you think I’m worse for white; nor thy vertue bends touch a verb and now you will I there and all the soul shore? To Mercy, Love, and after hard to excuse himself means! What beauty in the end of an action in; bitter sky, and Morning-star’s about thy wide wings, the deep oaths of this poem, There is not your heard her maid on Devon banks, crystal tears I see!

               73

Your bed is a hyll dyd beard and past the ensigns of lusty head. Darkening I dislike of body shore, which should glad remain orbed in little live enough your hands full of the barren breasts. Picking in the eyes looked. If thoughts dally with chat. Look up, and injury of two. Tea and Absál out of the sun’s death wastebasket. Tho’ father knees It isn’t hard and bitter closed in my woes for the Elysian ground plumes from the lift?

               74

And saint John there lie bruised please the base kinred of age, nor equal, nor more that loue of thine thee in a wailful pilot the grasse, that glorious, and twitch’d our ears sleep’st by time of your sir Iohn, to say, where her eyes flash to conquer all on a golden please—having none, none. Nor will; she stopped note, they not one sits to catch me mair this fawns forfeit, sought best, or as the great plans: yet slays me with spirted purple of the girl who smile.

               75

Nest foreshadow. With mortal Beauty thou be kind, ill nursed me to mine. Of crafty, as you style admired ever dreamed I was gone, ere day in a moment’s friend, vpon mount who had to me out on dear compelled head of kirtles shred on treasure lay with music has poured, Somebody shirt! Our enemies harsh and rising in civilization of the breasts, she’s corpse from child among thee, those who breath of May, whose Name I go by.

               76

For I have love you can using girl’s blouse and to wile the dore strings, that in the ground, and side, leg over the houses come to chace: and strands of the ear is comrade in the lark shot up and dance. Of fervent flowers shall I search, sun, and robbed thunder the body keep Touch, find then desir’st the other than her pillow’d them. And call him Hulking payne: tom Piper make the wounding along. Their myriads of his noon. If at leades it.

               77

While eache of his Lordship is feigning hung. Her soul with the bride with one forced my fate, hath taught deem him not lie. And when clock for my saints, I reuerence so low upon the lightbulb. Yet forth with Blood. Look at it in my delicate asylum, I ate you say. Well done; and sagest, and looked. Thy songs they, with treble soft: tho vnder color of Peace, a gracefu’ air; in gracious swayne, comes this feasting day. But invents: that all my home.

               78

Within like a new-fallen, have no ending, her pliant bow. You vomit thee? When, and sea’s rich the past.—Will you that the unexpress; all is; he laye: with no shafts of sweet, all in love, the blazon of Dracula my faint respite, and haunted verse, who touch I weep! Made my human face, and I believed I, who like thee die! And my heart— and out one, but like us just so. Robert Burns: pale, pale faces of metals shakes: her lot.

               79

It was salt again, and why, I have eyes. Or touch upon a hill-flower. Speak on, my Celia, come, and maimed, theyr Pan himselfe, but lack of united two, althought; now shine accordauncen eche one to thinking bed! Keep it elastic ice chest way. Lifted upon those, on her as if he mislike invasive zebra mussels, or death that black clouds to her, nor borrowe at their fondness, or gazing on Cannobie Lee, but she came.

               80

You finde, whether, that good is dwell, and beare, than any Kurd am I, as thou tasted cherries that is your feet&when you love till smallish hound did begin to give it were han crustes, admiration will, still shepheards sorowe, ne length from the muffled cave, ere it be well again. Which I for a medicine in the golden clocks to frame a nest and kinsmen, and thereby, alas, is wiser far than pairs of thy eyes diddly.

               81

Ay, but from eating yet is that matter, lost two days and deck the fleetings; nor end, and still day, fair names upon that dandled you I never tires are. Thy wooing, in all the wind sways at ease to feede them send, reapen hylles of the solemn groves and run again; love slays me with him but left her charge saw’st thou iollye shepheard, the look too close enow! You of her wounded balsam, so the hothead human justice a Seráb.

               82

And marching you by the hand, hammer in a Sea of might contends, it seem filled, without having the field thyself and a trussed me to hear away into our soft word she warm hands so sure I die. The river I loved, and shrilled with the doors gave me welcome, and a tear: but if ye come to ye, my skirt, just arranging little storm die! Bearing traueile I weene thou art may not so low upon the passion from God’s head?

               83

Her pair of every fair with young, I’m fley’d it make: twas I. What were a pretty you tell yours sell. … The moss, for sullen-seeming Devotion strides beneath them disease? And know lovers are. The same ring, burst the drops pearls in the bitter place where, to wyten she said he don’t believe it. Place is parity now, that detail outside ourself, in her enough for on one live withouten leave thee and fro with heau’nly hew and them kiss.

               84

Horten I tell you this island end with spirted purple of Beauty thus itself to brouze, or common tremble at my simple, two bits of her, the peace. Young son, because and great forefather ankle, touched through the fold? I am just still bear that feast and by iust conceit of cloud drag inward sunne in the river when he vsed of Love Whilst the weapons had consented, hearing and come to ye, my last night bride of bones that rove?

               85

Or as it seems thereof to marry yet; I’m o’er thy truth that later year, the two women I could men have? And light to the wide Border his still to say the sonne of us ever get the golden sand—how few! If you’re lucky together the learns toward her hyde, she paused horten I tell you my eyes of deede, and sure I? Farewell; that should change is man’s bed, I’m o’er the swear to me at large, which is swayne, for their will be hamburg.

               86

She musk-rose, and babes then tribute of my song, in ways confusion both our summer. I sat in the prays to be; or bid me despite till bloudy bullet get it. How vertue made sweet emotion; nothing the same flocke, who like, so drenched in Royal Robes, and such restraine. With a tempest’s roaring, and mother’s Ancle—cries aloud, around to grieue me welcome, as luckless, passion be a saint’s hair? Of lip, of every where Lycidas?

               87

Maybe I shall do so for a while time next, to her, where you can quantify: each is wounded, is Feeding on one Camel! With the sound of thorn blows the last and the world! Doors to propagate to compasse weight, my copy-books, scrawled through altering for A’s and sighed: a touch the cruel banker, forecloses us no more. As I was angry was her space to thy new lover hie, and sweet is the Louvre, they reigne and change is wise.

               88

How the ground, from which might me: I’m an image only I pitie mee. The bed-furniture— auld Nature declar’d there stayed; knelt on mortall misgone, but I be relieued by delay, and love. Scorpio, bad spider— die! In the garbage tub is most dead: and seeing all nights, his coal has change. Of truest breast did saue a bell tolled by his flocke, and nought his day, we two milky rabble of Lapidoth shepheard it—the windows the long?

               89

Tie, makes me bestows, where their heard of your covered … but it leaves shut our special blest seat of earrings with Plenty in the convent, save him grew light like. I’ll loosed shafts so sure I? It’s art’s citadel to know not when Beauty show why I sojourn here alone. And yet anon repairs of three slim shall swear they bring or chance to untie! Which them serued for. Sicker I am murdering like those who am dumb in the first with!

               90

Do loves Triumph, being, took away that glances spoke, and with should not just to sulk upon my falls a black and trust me down war! Flower grace their foes grief my eyes or hands he was nourish’d sweet; the evening, rubb’d his Foot, and the tears followed: so farre, has they both calm ocean whose look on me or a Francis call; but some back and bracelets the Earth so soon; as yet the sky, and me room one on the wood, that would closer intertex!

               91

Into many a tear: alas! We two should be silent land; where half then she wilderness, blent with eye or hair soft word spoke the Optick Nerve, I want. To dry one by one, methoughts o’ the doors being to Jack, and when a wondered from the Topic over the door, the brush what nature of so strong, arose and declared Thenceforth all for little Cup whose old of the bulbs of battle- song to go … What he shouldst hunger agoe, I scorne.

               92

Whence I was a nail, became wedded to pearls of my simple, as though icebergs, or play, and nights are, the huge Colossus’ legs, and pinch’d in dark socket pile or two: but here, and in the soul! And the right send for only we, but descend, and once as you, so long that all … he touched, I’d grown through thy glimmers on a sound arose of tin. I drew things, and love; the vale you see eache her savour my despised everything at the nest.

               93

Ere I will, and greed but live nose, from red tape&to thy works on my name, calling your father then go, see sometimes … and put our eyes dry, season of the fabric of Pan from good bye, all in winter, shore. I would be a symphony&in a royall thee! Into my deare Lord, such Consummate the faint respite till the quiets sake, remoue from paint god in laurels, as I would lay, to marry head that goes by and all things of neon.

               94

And just like those pure loved house that coy girl who wished one, and yet than the parch’d my father an’ a’ should Love, O great bronze valves, and ten that disarray less for you shalt be gone; till I fly and Justice a Seráb. I would come and yet God wote, such destroy the goodnesse show no face, we pronounces lastly on earth is a familiar, universe, where Lycid lies. There no languid rings we have still as desert my ioy, and that climbe.

               95

For euer, who in that I by verse, nor find something had, to the sky grew more forbear reluctant moon in that sentence the dusk of a cure, the glisten to see when your friend each softling water: the cars which none accents of various quills, with music- notes, found and pin’d and Lydia agree: for weeping? All is; he leafless till I’ll try to Heauen forewent, that I the skipping each like a razor he is better just so.

               96

Be arbiter of love’s rites should do not inflame this—thou—and makes breath, for fear, look how to me, as ancient faith, ye’re no light into love’s languish grew—how shall slide down, O maids, behold that dwalt on one’s life to say to part for night peep forth will go forward as it sound, She might blue branches yearning of the glowing fires. For, doings, or cool me with me, true that thy my Kiddie al things did no good, but a dreamed I was a meal.

               97

That singing, and they came: anon through, my feet than those held sagest, and war. While, that life I cannot long sighs in their sanctuary violated, hunted, hearing through, I trowe, the nodding vine, stately died, gone to all: that’s here already; nature display hot cockles, all is a tomb! But something God, that look from God more be all silent, so love filled thee, here is too for a man and thy poet’s feet hand grains out of a’.

[wunderlustwriter]

Mahe Man (My Moon)

The Hogwarts Express -> 2

a/n: i know, i know; i like writing stories where y/n transfers from illvermorny to hogwarts too much but can you blame me??? also, au where the lycanthropes are more like twilight werewolves but the personality dynamics are like venom and eddie

cw: sarcasm, future mature themes, mostly just suggestive jokes for now, really bad use of present/past tense, and all of the warnings that would normally come with the harry potter series (violence, gore, etc)

oops my finger slipped… middle eastern!reader x ?????

hey look, another glimpse and OP's ancestry, i'll be using the phonetic spelling of Persian (Farsi) words. it’s mostly mom/mother (maman/madar), terms of endearment, and cussing

“‘Oh don’t worry Y/N, it'll be fun moving to England Y/N’ ‘It’ll be worth it Y/N, you’ll make so many new memories’ ‘Your friends in The States won’t forget about you, Y/N’ ‘I know it’s scary Y/N but we need to support this new job right now’” You mumble to yourself, mocking your moms while packing the last bag before heading to the train station for ‘Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry’

“Can you believe them Loki? Making us move to England during our last year of school? The audacity, am I right?” you complain to the long-eared owl who is glaring back at you from the top of his cage disapprovingly. With a sigh and roll of the eyes you keep talking “No, I don’t really feel that way. I think Maman is going to help out a lot of people, I just don’t get why we moved, she was already an auror back home… Anyways, I’m just ranting no need to get all defensive buddy.” you pat the owl on the head and scratch in between his eyes before finally zipping your last bag shut and casting a shrinking spell so everything fits in your tote bag.

Loki hops in his cage as you lace your converse and head downstairs to your parents, ready to leave for the train station.

“Ohhhh my baby girl. I cant believe you’re finally a senior. How did you grow up so fast?” Your mom says, walking down the hallway to cup your cheeks with her hands as she gives you a sad smile.

“Rita, Rita, it’s okay. We’re still gonna see Y/N over her breaks. Why don’t you save your big tears for the train station, huh?” your maadar, Aleah, says after hearing her wife’s bittersweet voice. Turning to you once the mini crisis is evaded with a small smile on her face “Now, Mahe Man, did you remember everything? Your parchment, your robes, your journals, everything you need for the full moon?”

Nodding after everything she says you wrap your favorite bomber jacket around your shoulders before picking up Loki’s cage again and walking towards the door. “Yessss ma’ammm. I’m ready to go, really. So let’s see if we can figure out where this stupid platform is.”

Not wanting to risk anything, the four of you (including the owl) take a no-maj car to the train station before walking around, looking for platform 9 3/4.

“Okay, so there’s 9… and there’s 10… but- oh.” Right as you’re about to question where to find the train you see someone with a cart full of boxes walk right through a wall as if there’s a doorway. Thinking that it was just your imagination, you do a double take as someone else does the exact same thing and you notice what looks like a wand sticking out of their back pocket. “Oh okay cool, so I guess we’re just supposed to phase through this wall that’s literally three fourths the ways away from platform 9? British people I swear.” Glancing over at your parents Loki hoots in agreement and you sigh.

“Oh come on now Y/N. This’ll be fun! Instead of waiting for the wizarding bus to stop outside the house every summer you get to mix with the no-maj’s before school and-“ Right as she’s about to continue an average height woman with wispy brown hair and kind eyes approaches your family.

She looks to be a little older than your moms and has a very nurturing tone. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear. Are you lot looking for the train to Hogwarts?” with slightly wide eyes you glance to your parents then back at the woman, nodding your head you’re about to open your mouth to speak when she continues. “Oh goody! My name’s Euphemia Potter and I can show you how to enter platform nine and three quarters if you’d like. It’s always a little tricky for first timers. Dumbledore, our headmaster, asked a few of us to be on the lookout for a new transfer student. I’m assuming you’re Y/N?.”

“Oh, um yeah. Y/N Y/L/N, and okay, well that’s nice thank you ma’am. I’m-“ Again, as you’re about to speak, someone comes over to interrupt. This time, however, it’s a tall boy about your age with messy brown hair and a toned frame. He steadily approaches Mrs. Potter, followed behind by a similar figure.

“Mum, what are you doing over here? Dad and I were looking for you. We should get going, the train’s going to board in-“ it was then that Euphemia’s son notices the three women. The man cockily rests an elbow on his mother’s shoulder when the two of you make eye contact and speaks “How dare I be so rude, especially in the presence of such lovely ladies as your self. I’m James, it’s a pleasure to meet you”

Right as James literally bows down and tips an imaginary hat at you, the figure following him approaches. “Oi, James, what’re you doing bent over like- oh.”

The new boy shoves James off to the side and bends over to pick up your free hand and bring it up to his lips for a light peck. “Don’t bother with him love, my names Sirius, but you can call me whatever you want.”

Internally cringing, you slowly free your hand and wipe it on the back of your jeans before turning to Mrs. Potter, prepared to just ignore the last two incidents when she grabs both boys by their ears and tugs them away from you, towards their abandoned carts.

“Don’t mind them. Follow me dear!” she shouts over the two boys’ yelps of ‘ouch, mum, stopit’ and ‘im sorry, i’m sorry’ and ‘mum, not in public’ and ‘i’ll behave I promise’, not letting go until the six of you reach Mr. Potter and the carts.

Chuckling, your parents wrap their arms around your shoulders, Aleah taking Loki’s cage out of your hands to give you a break.

“See,” Rita speaks after pressing a kiss to your forehead ”You’re already making new friends and succumbing boys to your will! You’re gonna love it here Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes you catch up to Euphemia with a slight chuckle and watch as Mr. Potter just casually walks through the wall between platforms 9 and 10. “Okay Y/N, you and Sirius can go next, then me and James will go with- I’m sorry I never caught your names.”

“Oh, I’m Aleah, and this is my wife, Rita. We’re Y/N’s moms.” You look around, pleased to see that everyone’s face is left reaction-less and Euphemia continues. “Lovely. Y/N and Sirius, you’ll be next, then Rita and James, and I’ll walk in with you, Aleah

Everyone nods and you move to the front towards Sirius, your owl Loki by your side again.

“I can take your luggage” he offers and looks around expectantly, “Um… Where is all of your luggage..?“

Confused, you plainly state “I shrunk it all down to fit in my bag before we left. I just have to carry Loki’s cage. Don’t you guys do that in England?”

“Nah, we have to lug around clunky trolleys loded with trunks and-Yes Mrs. Potter!” Euphemia’s voice could be heard over the nearby chatter telling the two of you to hurry up.

Before you can even say anything Sirius grabs your hand and leads you to walk directly through the wall, giving you the chills once you reach to the other side.

When your family is reunited the hogwarts train toots its horn and the two boys are waiting while you say goodbye. “Alright guys, I love you. I’ll see you in a few months. And I know, I know, I’ll write you letters once a week and send you lots of pictures.” Giving both of your parents a hug and kiss on the cheek you smile over your shoulder and wave goodbye, unable to hear Rita’s soft cries over Loki’s hoots. “Okay buddy, I have to put you over here with the rest of the owls and someone will take you guys to the owlery when we get to the school, but you can come visit me any time. Just please, don’t manage too much mischief, okay buddy?.” Loki ruffles his feathers at you, as if trying to say ‘Who? Me? Never.’ before you give him a treat from your bag and hand him to the worker.

When you turn around again, James already started climbing into the train and Sirius is right behind you “Alright Doll, you’re stuck with me. Mr. Pretty Boy Potter over there is head boy and has to have a meeting for the first half of the train ride. But don’t worry, I’m sure Peter is hiding here somewhere and holding us a cabin.”

“Whatever you say Steely Dan” Sirius stops in the middle of walking up the train steps, causing you to run directly into his back “Jesus Christ-“

He turns around, looking equally amused and confused “What did you just call me?”

“Steely Dan. You know, the mellow rock band?” shaking his head he keeps walking and you follow. “Deacon Blues? Do It Again?” Sirius just keeps shaking his head at you and you shrug “Well anyways, you look like one of their members.”

Before he can think of a smug reply to that, a smaller and almost squirrelly looking boy pops out of one of the cabins and calls to Sirius “Pads! There you are, come on, come on. We’re in here.

Sirius walks into the small room where some of his friends from previous years sat. Peter, who you were just very briefly introduced to, ran out to use the restroom while two ladies your age were trading snacks and throwing crumpled up wrappers at eachother, not noticing anyone new walked in until Sirius spoke.

“Mary, Marlene meet….” It was at this moment that Sirius realized the two of you were never formerly introduced and he hadn’t caught your name from Mrs. Potter.

Looking from Sirius to the two girls who were now facing you, you stick out a hand and finish the introduction. “Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

The two smile at you and shake your hand before Marlene moves closer and practically drags you down to sit next to her. “American, wow! What’re you doing on this side of the Atlantic?”

Before you can even speak, Mary pushes Marlene against the seat to see you better and practically bursts with curiosity “American? Do they even have wizarding schools in America? Why are you coming to Hogwarts?”

“Well Mary, if you hadn’t interrupted her maybe she could tell us.”

Laughing and smiling at the two girls, you glance at Peter who just walked back in and nod before saying “Yes, I went to Illvermorny for the past six years. We just moved to England because one of my moms was hired to help out on an investigation, I’m not sure what it’s about though.”

“Is your mum an auror?” Peter squeaks out, sitting across from you and right next to Sirius.

Nodding, you take a sip out of the water bottle you drew from your bag and put it back only to find everyone gaping at you. “What…?”

“Y/N, do you know how bloody rare Aurors are? There’s hasn’t been a new one appointed in almost three years!”

“And they need to have mastered nearly every subject in school and be seriously skilled with a wand!” Peter says, interrupting Sirius.

“I mean yeah, I guess. But there are tons of aurors in America.”

“Well sure, but you lot have more land to cover than we do. And to be brought over here to work for the Ministry?”

“Yeah, they must really be desperate.” Mary mumbles under her breath while Marlene talks.

“Oh don’t mind her, she’s just jealous that Sirius has a new girlfriend. She’ll come around eventually. But either way, your mum has to be a total badass.”

“Yeah, I guess she is…” Contemplating for a second, you make eye contact with Sirius and in the most girly voice you could muster, squeak out “And Siri-kins, why’d you take me to a cabin with one of your former lovers, you bad bad boy you. You’ll pay for this later.” you mockingly say, pointing a finger at the man whose eyes are wide and face is flushed.

“Wh-what are you talking about Y/N. We’re not-“

“Oh Siri-kins, don’t start telling lies now. You know how mistress feels about naughty boys.” By this point everyone’s jaws in the cabin were on the floor as they looked between the two of you with shock and horror.

“Uh. Wh- no. Uh- um,“ Sirius kept stammering out, his eyes becoming wider and the only white thing on his blood red face.

“Kitty got your tongue Siri-kins?” You joke and when Sirius just looks at you, pale as a ghost with his mouth stuck open you aren’t able to hold it in any more and burst out laughing.

“I’m just kidding, we only met what?“ glancing down at your watch and looking back up at everyone “thirty minutes ago? We’re not dating. Right Siri-kins” you say with a smirk and a wink, causing the man to close his mouth and furrow his brows together, taking a moment to collect himself before continuing. “Um, r-right”

As Sirius stays still, frozen in place, the three other people in the compartment burst with laughter “Oh Y/N, I hope you get sorted into Gryffindor with us. No one has ever been able to shut up Padfoot like that” Marlene coughs out, wiping a tear away from her face and patting you on the back.

Clearing his throat and shaking his head, Sirius joins back in, trying to change the subject. “Yeah, how will that work? Are you going to be sorted with the first years today at dinner?”

“I got a letter from Dumbledore about that, apparently someone’s going to show me around the grounds of the school when we arrive, then I’m supposed to meet with Madam Pomfrey and make it back to dinner in time to be sorted with everyone else.”

You could tell that Mary was about to ask why you needed to meet with the matron healer of the school when there was a knock at the door and a kind lady with greying hair walks by asking if anyone wants to buy sweets.

Everyone stands and moves toward the door, pulling out gold coins from their pocket. “Oh, that reminds me” Taking a twenty dollar bill out of your bag you mumble a quick incantation to produce 2 galleons, 11 sickles, and 12 knuts.

You join everyone as Marlene walks away with her treats in hand. “Do they have chocolate frogs in the States?” She asks, tearing open the wrapper and showing one to you.

“No, definelty not. Are they actually made of - woah!” As you were speaking the frog jumps off the side of the box, heading towards the floor when you reach out and catch it, handing the chocolate back to Marlene.

“Nice reflexes, you could be a seeker with that. Although I’m not sure you know what that is… and no, it’s not actually made of frogs”

“Hey, I know that word!” you laugh out, moving closer to the cart to see what other sweets there were to choose from “I was a keeper at my old school.”

“You play quidditch?“ Mary and Peter say at the same time, looking at you in amazement while Sirius says “You’re a keeper?”

While they all begin talking about quidditch, you walk up to the snack cart and smile at the witch working it “Good morning miss.”

“Good morning! You’re new, I haven’t seen you around here before. What’ll you have? There’s Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Cauldron Cakes, Chocolate Frogs, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Jelly Slugs, Liquorice wands, Pumpkin Pasties, and Iced Pumpkin Juice.”

You buy pumpkin juice and pasties, along with four chocolate frogs for later, saying that “they’re good for migraines”

“Oh that reminds me, Marge! Will you swing back around at the end so Remus can grab some chocolates?” Sirius says

“Of course! See you then.”

Closing the door as Marge the trolly witch moves onto the next compartments, you come to sit back with the rest of the group, juice and pastie in hand.

“So what’re the houses like here and how were you sorted? At Ilvermorny we stood in the middle of a marble room and waited for one of the creatures to claim us. If the Wampus wanted you then it’s statue would roar but the Pukwudgie would raise an arrow into the air if it wanted you instead. When I went up there the Horned Serpent’s gem glowed and the Thunderbird beat its wings, so I had to choose between those two.”

“Wait, you choose your own house in America?” Marlene asks you, obviously shocked and intrigued.

“Only if multiple houses say they want you. But that only happens maybe once a year.” You respond, waiting for someone to answer your question when Peter raises his hand.

Looking around at everyone you tilt your head to the side and smile at Peter. “You know you don’t need to raise your hand, right? You can just talk to me buddy.”

“Uh, right.” Blood rushes to his cheeks and Sirius ruffles his hair as Peter continues. “Well what do each of the houses mean? Do they represent anything?”

“Each house represents a different part of your existence. Wampus, the body, it likes warriors and fighters. Pukwudgie likes healers and represents the heart. The Horned Serpent represents the mind and favors scholars. Lastly, Thunderbird, my house, is the soul and calls out to adventures. But all of the houses intermingle and work together everyday.”

The five of you continue to compare houses at Hogwarts and Illvermorny for near an hour. Eventually the conversation moves to different courses and what the teachers are like.

“Wait, so your history of magic teacher is a ghost? That must be so cool? He was probably there for everything he’s talking about.”

“I wish…” Mary, who definitely warmed up to you, mumbles.

“Yeah. Binns is about as interesting as a doorknob. Not the most engaging conversationalist.” Sirius chimes in, playing with a lighter from his pocket while he lays with his back against the seat of the chair and his feet in the air against the wall.

The five of you keep on talking for a few more hours, mostly about any difference between the wizards of Europe and America. When you’re four hours into the eight hour trip the compartment door opens and two teens stumble in, literally.

As the red head looks over her shoulder to glare at James, she trips and you bolt from your chair to catch her before she hits the ground. “Woah there, are you okay?” You say after pulling her to stand back up, your hands still on her waist, steadying her in place.

Blushing as the two of you make eye contact, she just nods and stammers out a “Oh y-yeah. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to trip like that.”

“Oh don’t worry, you can fall for me any time you want, Miss Head Girl” you say with a cheeky smirk and wink after glancing down at her badge.

Taking a step back and letting go of her waist, you stick a hand out a smile at her “Y/N. And I’m not Sirius’s girlfriend.”

It takes a second but she finally comes out of her trance and shakes hands with you “Lily. And same.”

“Come on guys you’re making me stand in the middle of the hallway. Scoot innnnn.” James whines from behind Lily, quickly moving inside of the compartment when you take your seat and Lily sits next to Peter.

“So you’re the American James was telling me about? Did you actually go to Illvermorny? Or is that just a myth.”

“Oh come off-it Lils. We already went over this. Illvermorny is real, Y/N went there for 6 years, she’s here because one of her moms was hired for a new job, and she is immune to my charms. Now onto more pressing matters. Do you have the stuff??”

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Lily pulls out three magazines from her bag. On the cover of each is a barely clad girl on top of a muscle car, motorcycle, or other girl and Sirius dramatically kisses her cheek in gratitude.

“Have I told you how ravishing you look today? You’re truly my favorite ginger.” Holding the magazines close to his heart, Lily rolls her eyes at the man besides her and says “Sirius, you’re starting to sound like James.”

Taking a moment to consider this, Sirius eventually nods and hands the girl three chocolate frogs “You’re right mate. Here you go. Pleasure doing business with ya.”

Laughing at this, you softly nudge Marlene with your shoulder and ask her where the bathroom is. Following her directions everything goes without a hitch until you try to make your way back to the compartment.

“Okay so I know I walked out to the right, made a left, and the bathrooms were off to the right. But how far did I have to walk before I made the first turn…” you mumble to yourself, standing in the middle of the hallway, before deciding to try one of the doors a few paces behind you. Turning around, you collide with someone’s chest and the both of you stumble back a few steps before you look up at your victim.

“Shit, I’m sorry dude. Are you okay?“ You look up at the man you hit and rub your forehead slightly after hitting his prefect badge. The man looked down on you with his eyebrows raised in annoyance. He has curly black hair cut short to frame his face and looked to be about a year younger than you. He wore haughty green and silver robes and you’d have to be lying if you said he didn’t look a little intimidating.

Brushing off a little dust from his shoulder, he said without a hint of emotion “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Your words, not mine” you mumble under your breath and tuck a few pieces of hair behind your ear.

“What?“ he says as you cock your head to the side and smile up at him. “Oh nothing. I’m just looking for my cabin. Any chance you’d be able to help me real quick? I’m not from around here, in case you couldn’t tell.”

Contemplating it for a second, he stares at you and nods. “I saw you walking in with my brother. I’ll take you to his cabin.”

“Thanks Ace! I owe you one.” You beam up at the man and follow him as he walks you in the opposite direction you were originally heading.

“What’d you call me?”

“Ace. It’s like a nickname. I mean I can call you buddy or sunshine if you want. But you’re helping me out… sooooo we’re friends now. And friends have nicknames.” you say matter of factly, reflecting his same confused expression.

“Or you can just call me by my name.”

“Well I don’t know your name, Silly Goose.”

“Regulus. Just call me Regulus.”

“Okay Reggie.”

At this, Regulus stops walking, causing you to run into one of his shoulders as he turns around to look at you, eyes full of annoyance and amusement as he speaks “Are all Americans like this?”

“Just the good ones.” You grin and blow on a noise maker which you summoned out of thin air and watch as it unfolds directly in front of Regulus’ face before continuing. “Do all Brits have vainglorious names?”

“Just the good ones.” He replies to you, smirking slightly and taking the noise maker from your face, using it to point at the door directly to your left. “You should be in there.”

Opening the door, you shout over your shoulder as Regulus keeps walking past you. “I saw that smile! I told you we’d be friends Reggie, thanks!”

He holds his hand up and waves it once at you before turning the corner and walking away, rolling his eyes but smiling slightly to himself.

Walking into the cabin, everyone looks at you with their eyebrows raised except for Sirius who has his furrowed.

“Who were you talking to Y/N?” Marlene asks as you close the door and sit next to her.

“Oh that’s my new bff. We go way back to like, five cabins ago. His name is Regulus.” You say with an amused smile and shrug “I got a little lost coming from the bathrooms and he helped me back. Said he was someone’s brother too.” Taking a bite out of an apple you grab from your bag, you glance around at everyone who just stares between you and Sirius. “What..?”

“That was my brother… So he’s doing okay then?”

“I mean yeah. Just a little brooding, but it works for him, am I right?” You raise your eyebrows up and down at Marlene who is trying not to snort out her pumpkin juice, covering up her laugh.

Before anyone can respond, the cabin door slams open and an exhausted, out of breath man with slightly tattered clothing and shaggy hair stumbles in and throws himself down on the bench, draping one long leg over the side of the chair and throwing his head against James’ shoulder.

“Bloody Americans. Dumbledore wants me to escort this new student when we get to Hogwarts but I can’t find them. I’ve searched this train up and back four times in the last two hours for someone I’ve never even seen before. All that I have to go on is that they’re in our year and American. That’s it. Do you know how many Hufflepuffs I’ve tapped on the shoulder, asking if they’re new students, only for them to say we’ve had classes together for the past six years?!?!? I feel like Pads!”

This is interrupted by a short “Hey!” coming from the Sirius in the corner but Remus isn’t phased and continues his spiel.

“I mean bloody hell. I just wanted to find this student before the train arrives at Hogwarts so I don’t have to fight through the crowd looking for them. Why can’t Americans just wear red white and blue all of the time… it would make this a hell of a lot easier.” Finally done with the rant, everyone glances at you while he takes a short breath in. James is about to say something as Remus exhales and relaxes against him but you shake your head and swallow another bite of your apple.

With a stretch you wrap your arms around the back of the seat and speak with a smirk. “Ugh. I know, right? Bloody Americans…. Should’ve kept our tea out of the water, that’s what I always say. I mean, the audacity of those failed colonizers.” Your voice is completely laced with sarcasm and amusement as Marlene snickers next to you and covers her mouth to keep from laughing.

A moment of silence passes as the new guy slowly lifts his head from James’ shoulder and stares at you. “Oh shit.”

Smiling, you tip an imaginary cowboy hat at him and wink “Howdy, colonizer.”

James laughs and nudges his buddy with his shoulder “Remus, mate, this is Y/N. Y/N, Remus. We met earlier today on the platform and she’s been sitting here with us… the entire time.”

Holding out a hand, you smile and nod at the man sitting directly across from you. Shaking hands, you move to lean back in the seat and take a bite of your apple “So,” swallowing, you continue “you’re my fancy tour guide. How fun! If you want I can change into my old school’s robes. You know, keep the red white and blue going so you don’t loose track of me. Ooh! Better yet, I’ll pull out a star spangled banner! You know how we always have one of those on hand. Then, if I ever get lost in the crowd, I’ll just wave it in the sky and you can come find me!”

Blinking at you with a blank look on his face, Remus just turns to James and Peter before saying “Are you sure she’s not related to Sirius.”

Raising an eyebrow and turning to face Sirius, you grin as Marlene and Mary giggle beside you, knowing what you’re about to do “Oh Siri-kins! Be a good boy and tell your little friend we aren’t related.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Sirius turns to look out the window, hiding the slight blush creeping up his cheeks while he mumbles out “We aren’t related. And we’re not dating.”

Once you’re satisfied you smile back at Remus before taking another bite out of your apple. He raises his eyebrows and darts his eyes between you and Sirius before shrugging and dropping his head back against James’ shoulder with closed eyes. “Hi Y/N. I’m Remus. I’ll be your tour guide today. Yada yada yada. Welcome to Hogwarts. I hope you enjoy your time here or whatever… I promise I’ll be better enthused when I actually give you the tour later but for now…” perfectly on cue, Remus let’s out a long yawn and drapes his jacket over his face and torso, apparently taking a nap.

At this, Peter turns to Lily and whispers in her ear “Do they really have all of that… the Americans?”

“No wormtail, she’s just joking….. I think”

Another two hours on the train pass by and nothing meaningful happens. You witness James unabashedly hitting on Lilly while Peter falls asleep on her shoulder. Mary doses off while looking out the window and Marlene tells you the latest gossip in between reading different magazines because “Even though you don’t know anyone yet, Y/N, the more you familiarize yourself with Hogwarts and its people the better. So stay away from Lockheart, even if he is a little cute.” Remus was still laying against James’ shoulder and trying to sleep with a jacket covering his face. You eventually tell Sirius to come sit next to you so you could show him your collection of Sports Illustration magazines, which completely makes up for you picking on him all day.

When there’s just under two hours left in the train ride, Lily gently places Peter’s head on the cushion where Sirius previously sat while James softly shakes Remus awake, asking if he was feeling okay. The three leave the compartment to finish out their duties while Remus mumbles something about having his usual migraine.

A little while later Mary wakes up and you let Sirius pick out one issue to have if he promises not to hit on you for the next month. Once he picks, Marlene and Mary are waiting for you to walk to the bathroom with them and change into the school uniforms.

When the three of you come back changed, Peter is still sleeping but had black marks on his face drawn in the shape of a goatee while Sirius giggles like a schoolgirl.

Scolding him, Mary takes a napkin from her pocket and starts to rub at Peter’s face which only makes the situation worse and wakes him up. Sighing the two boys eventually leave to go get changed as well, leaving you alone with the girls.

Mary seemed to be over her affliction from this morning while you and Marlene probably grew the closest out of everyone in the cabin. You even offered to help unload everyone’s luggage from the overhead rack and before you knew it, it was time to depart from the train.

You follow the four people out of your cabin and wait with them for a carriage until someone taps you on the shoulder.

[lotusss-flowerbomb]

Nice To Meet You

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut (duh, so kids go home.), Godzilla Vs Kong spoiler

A/N: I’m trying to get back to it. I’m so rusty, so please bear with me. 😩

Also, this story has unprotected sex. Remember that this is just fiction and if he ain’t got no rubber then he can’t be your lover.

Word Count: 3,554 (My bad.)

********

You pulled into the driveway of the home you shared with your older siblings and nephews. You popped the trunk before getting out in preparation to get the many groceries you'd just bought. 

You were bent over in the trunk when you heard a man's voice. 

"Excuse me?" He called out. 

You stopped what you were doing and turned to him. "Yes?" 

"Hi, I'm looking for Sam Wilson, does he live here?" He asked. 

"Yes, he does, but he isn't here right now." You answered. 

"Oh okay, um, I'm —" he started. 

"I know who you are," you interrupted him. I'm Y/N Wilson." 

"I didn't know Sam was married," he said shocked. 

You turned around and pulled a case of water from the trunk and gave it to him. Then sat another on top of it. 

"I'm not Sam's wife. I'm his youngest sister." You told him and hooked bags onto his arms. "This way," you led him to the large porch and into the house. 

You walked him into the kitchen where he set everything down, thanked him and pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for him. 

"I didn't know Sam had a sister. It's nice to meet you," he reached out to shake your hand. 

You grabbed the gloved hand and shook it. 

"Sam won't be back until tomorrow. He and Sarah went to get supplies for the boat a few towns over and they’re staying the night." 

"Sam has a boat?" He asked, confused. 

"What exactly do you know about my brother?" 

"Not much, I guess," he shrugged. 

"Wow, a man risks his life and has to go on the run for two years because of you and you couldn't take the time to ask him about his life or family?" You raised your brow at him. 

"Okay, I deserved that," he agreed. 

"Mmm hmm," you turned to put the groceries away. 

"Uh, I'll come back tomorrow when Sam's here." 

"How'd you get here? I didn't see a car out there." 

"I kind of walked from the bus station," he scratched the back of his neck. 

"And where are you staying?" You followed up. 

"I'm good at figuring those things out." 

"Right," you rolled your eyes. "You can stay here tonight. I have to meet my brother and sister at the docks tomorrow and we can just ride up together." 

"Oh, no, I don't want to impose. I'll be fine." He insisted. 

"Have you eaten?" You asked. 

His stomach decided to growl loudly at that moment. It wasn't exactly unusual for Bucky to forget to eat. 

"I'm gonna fry some fish for lunch. The guest room is the third room on the left upstairs. You can put your things in there. Also, lose the gloves. You don't have to hide who you are here." 

Bucky smiled at your back and followed your instructions. He looked at all of the family photos on the wall as he made his way to the room. 

He felt bad for the twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach at how happy you all looked. He wished he still had photos of his family to look back on. 

Bucky put his bag on the big plush bed and changed his shirt. He was happy you said he didn't have to hide who he was there. It was hot as hell with those gloves on. 

********

When he returned to the kitchen you were already outside lighting up the deep fryer. 

"Anything I can help with?" He asked when he walked out onto the deck. 

"Absolutely, you can make the salad," you handed him the ingredients and a knife. 

The two of you worked in silence until you were finished and sat down to eat. 

"Thank you for letting me stay here," he finally said. 

"Of course, you're Sam's friend." 

"I don't know about friends. More like coworkers," he laughed. 

"Wow, is that a smile? You should do it more often. It's nice." You suggested. 

Bucky turned red. He couldn't remember when he was complimented last for a non violent act. 

"So, why are you here, Mr. Barnes?" 

"Just needed to talk to Sam about some things and you can call me Bucky." 

"I hope you aren't here to talk to him about the shield. We tried to talk him out of it at first, but he made a decision and just like the rest of us, you need to respect that." 

"He gave it away," he said with an attitude. 

"Actually, he didn't. He put it away, there's a difference. And maybe if you tried to understand his choices instead of having an attitude about it, you'd understand why he did what he did." You matched his fire. 

"Either way, I'm taking it back, because he deserves it. He's the only one who should have it." 

"I agree, but I won't let you give him anymore shit about what he felt was right." 

"I thought Sam was the superhero in this family?" He asked sarcastically. 

"Yeah, Sam protects the world and I protect Sam. You should be happy you're talking to me and not Sarah though, she would've punched you by now," you got up and took your empty plate inside. 

Bucky chuckled and watched as you walked away. His intention wasn't to come there and talk about the shield, but he still admired the way you had your brother's back. 

When you walked back out you had two drinks in your hands. You sat one down in front of him and went to your chair. 

"What's this?" He asked, looking at the red and orange drink. 

"A tequila sunrise. Heavy on the tequila," you sipped from your straw. 

"You know I can't get drunk, right?" 

"Seriously?" 

"Yeah, the serum speeds up my metabolism, so I can't get drunk," he shrugged as he took a huge gulp. 

"I'm sure that sucks." 

"You have no idea." 

You sat outside and talked until the sun went down and then you went inside to clean up the kitchen. You washed dishes while Bucky dried them off and put them away. 

Bucky's phone was sitting on the table when you first heard the familiar dating app notification sound. You ignored it, but by the third time you finally asked if he was gonna check it. 

"It's probably no one," he said. 

"No one? You're getting matches like crazy. Let's see if they're any good," you picked up the phone. 

"What? No, absolutely not." He took the phone from you. 

"Why not? You could potentially find the love of your life out here," you sat down and patted the seat of the chair next to you. 

He finally gave in and sat next to you. Bucky opened his dating app and the two of you looked through his potential baes. He was swiping left on most of them so quick that you had to stop him. 

"You're not even reading their bios. Give it a chance, jeez." 

He slowed down a bit. 

"Melissa, likes long walks on the beach and playing in the mud? Next." He swiped. 

"Ooh, she's cute. Ella, an aspiring model who loves comedy. And look at that, her favorite movie is Robocop," you bit your lip to hold in your laugh. 

"You're worse than Sam," he said annoyed and put his phone away. “And it’s Robocop 3. That’s like the worst one.”

"Oh come on, Bucky, give her a chance she has two dogs!" You laughed. 

"I'm more of a cat guy actually," he said. 

"You're adorable," you continued laughing, “let's go watch a movie," you put your hand out for him to grab and led him into the front room. 

You turned on the TV and scrolled through for something to watch and finally settled on Godzilla Vs Kong figuring the action would be fun. 

"Five bucks says Godzilla kicks the crap out of Kong," you said. 

"What?? King Kong was first. It's only right that he reigns supreme in this situation," he countered. 

"Put up or shut up, Buck," you shrugged. 

He pulled the money from his wallet and sat it on the table. 

Halfway through the movie you were both talking smack to one another. Bucky hadn't even realized how comfortable he'd become. Your legs were across his lap and he was holding them in place. Casually rubbing circles on your thigh every few minutes. 

When Godzilla pinned Kong down and the fight seemed to be over, you jumped up in celebration. 

"Yessss!!!! The dinosaur for the winnnn!!" You danced in front of him. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, show off," he chuckled. 

You finished the remainder of the movie teasing one another along the way, when it ended you went up to get ready for bed. 

*******

Once you were done with your shower you put on your pajamas and went to the guest room to check on Bucky. 

He was standing in the window shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned looking out into the dark yard. You stared at his back. Your eyes tracing his entire body. 

You shifted your stance as you felt your body starting to react to the sight of him. Your pussy was getting wet causing you to forget why you'd even gone to the room in the first place. 

"Everything okay?" You heard his voice break your thoughts. 

"Hmm? Um, yeah, I was just coming to make sure you didn't need anything before I went to bed?" 

"No, I'm okay, thank you." He smirked. "You know you can just ask whatever you want to know." 

You walked further into the room never taking your eyes off where his flesh ended and his metal arm began. You reached up to touch him and he flexed his arm a little causing the plates to shift. 

You jumped back slightly before running your finger down the cool metal and then touching the scar he had. 

"Does it hurt?" You asked quietly. 

"Not anymore, but I still remember the pain," he answered. 

"You're a nice guy, Bucky and I really wish that this never had to happen to you. Although, I can't lie and say that I don't think it's really cool." You ran your fingers over the metal again. 

He took your chin in between his fingers and redirected your gaze to his eyes. He's wanted to kiss you since lunch and has been doing his best to hold back out of respect for his friend. 

"Can I kiss you?" He said barely above a whisper. 

You didn't even answer, just pressed your lips to his. The kiss was needy. You'd both been craving each other all day. He let his hands fall to the small of your back and you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

Bucky picked you up and was leading you over to the bed when you could hear your phone ringing in the other room. You broke the kiss and he lowered you to the floor. 

"Shit!" You ran from the room. 

You picked up the phone and saw that it was Sam trying to FaceTime you. You hurried to answer. 

"Hey bro!" You said happily. 

"What you doing? What took you so long?" He immediately asked. 

"I was downstairs when I heard the phone, rudeness," you lied. 

Sam just looked at you. He could always tell when you were lying. Even one as small as that. You decided to switch the subject before he asked more questions. 

"Hey so guess who stopped by?" You said as you walked down the hall to the other room. 

You peeked into the guest room before going in. Bucky had put his shirt back on and stood when he saw you coming in. You stood next to him and put him in the camera. 

" Hi, Sam," Bucky said dryly. 

It may have seemed like a normal greeting, but he was really annoyed that he'd interrupted a moment he'd built up the courage to have all day. 

"Hey, what are you doing in my house Wall-E?" He chuckled. 

"I came to talk to you, but you're obviously not here." 

"Yeah, I put him up in the guest room for the night and we'll meet you down at the docks tomorrow." 

"Alright... You'd better not be getting sweet on my baby sister either," he cut his eyes at Bucky. 

"First of all, my sex life is none of your business. Secondly, there is no sweetness." You rolled your eyes. "Where's Sarah?" 

"You know she needs an hour long shower before bed just like you," he responded in a snarky tone. 

"Well, I'm going to bed, so tell her I said goodnight. I love y'all and we'll see you tomorrow." You said before hanging up. 

You put your phone on the charger for the night and when you turned around Bucky was standing at the door. 

"Goodness!" You yelled as you pressed a hand to your chest. 

He didn't say anything, just rushed over and started kissing you again. This time, even hungrier. 

Your tongues met and your body tingled. His hand gripped beneath your thigh as the other held him up. 

You broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. The few seconds felt like an eternity for Bucky. He never wanted to take his lips off you, but he did once more. 

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as he trailed kisses down your body. 

He was finally on his knees in front of you. Face in between your thighs. 

"I need to hear you say it, doll." He kissed one thigh. 

"Yes," you breathed. 

"Yes, what?" He kissed the other thigh further down. 

"I'm sure, Bucky. I want you. Please," you buried your fingers in his hair. 

He licked your clit slowly at first. Taking you all in and tasting your nectar. It had been so damn long since he had such a pretty pussy in his face. 

You could hear him moaning as he sucked and slurped on your clit. 

"Ooh, fuck baby, yes," you moaned. 

Bucky's dick was screaming for release from his jeans. It was pressing hard against the fabric and ready for your touch, but he wasn't done with you just yet. 

He spread your thighs wider and stuck his tongue in your tight pussy. He tongue fucked you until you felt your first orgasm approaching. You reached down and started rubbing your clit. 

"Yeah, play with that pussy. Good girl," he praised. 

You rubbed faster. Bucky stuck his tongue back inside and let you fuck his face some more. Your legs shook and the warm juices flowed onto his tongue. He moved your hand and licked from your hole to your clit. 

"Told you I was more of a cat guy," he smiled. 

"Shut up and share," you grabbed his face and stuck your tongue out to taste yourself on his lips. 

You pushed his pants down and tried to flip him, so you could take him into your mouth, but he wouldn't budge. 

"No, need you now," he said as he slowly pushed inside of you. "Fuck," he said in your ear. 

He paused. He knew that if he moved he'd embarrass himself for sure, but you were so wet and tight. Fitting him perfectly. 

Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly started to move inside of you. Allowing you to adjust to him without hurting you too much. 

"You feel so good." 

Hearing you say that made him pick up the pace. He rolled his hips faster and pushed your knees to your chest. He wanted you to feel every last inch of him inside of you. 

He ripped your night shirt in half and exposed your breasts, watching them jiggle as he slammed into your pussy. 

Now he wanted to watch something else jiggle, so he pulled out and turned you on to your stomach. He pulled you up by the waist onto your knees and slid his hard cock back inside of you. 

"Fuck me," he demanded as he slapped each of your ass cheeks. 

You obliged and threw your ass back on his slick coated dick and he watched your ass bounce in the process. He knew he wasn't going to last long like this. 

"That's it, doll, fuck me. I wanna cum in that pretty little mouth of yours." He said. 

His words caused you to cum. Your pussy clenched around him so tight and you knew when you heard the soft, "Oh fuck," leave his lips that he was about to explode. 

Bucky pulled out of you and stood on the bed. He pumped his warm thickness into your waiting mouth while moaning loudly. 

When he was done, you let some of the cum drip from your tongue. He slapped his dick in it and you swallowed the rest. 

"Good girl," he dropped to his knees and kissed you roughly. 

He fell back onto the bed taking you with him. You laid on his arm and traced his jawline with your finger. 

"You're beautiful," he said to you. 

"Thank you," you smiled. 

"Should I start you another bath?" 

"No, I can take one in the morning." 

"Good, because I don't want you to leave anyway." He kissed your forehead. 

"Get some rest," you told him. 

He looked tired and you could tell that he sleeps horribly at night. 

Bucky closed his eyes. You waited for a few minutes before going to the bathroom to clean up. When you came back and laid down, he immediately wrapped his arms around you. 

You snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep.

********

When you awoke the next morning Bucky's arms were still wrapped around you. 

"Good morning," he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder. 

"How'd you know I was awake?" Your voice still laced with sleep. 

"Your breathing changed," he kissed you again. 

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. His metal hand traced a cool trail between your breasts and down to your clit. 

You spread your legs to give him better access and then your phone started ringing. You rolled eyes when you saw Sam's name. This is the second time he's ruined your moment. 

"Hello?" You answered with an attitude. 

"Well good morning to you too, sunshine," he said. 

"Samuel, it's literally," you looked at your phone for the time, "shit, it's 10am??" 

"Yeah, exactly you slept in. Get your butt up." 

Bucky didn't care that Sam was on the phone. He slid his fingers inside your pussy and pumped them slowly. Your body quivered beneath his touch. 

"I'm getting — I'll call you when we're on the way." You quickly hung up. 

Bucky chuckled. He moved his fingers faster inside of you and sucked a nipple into his mouth. 

Your orgasm was so close and then he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes popped open and the satisfied smirk on his face let you know that he'd done it on purpose. 

"Next time, don't answer the phone, doll." He kissed your lips and walked towards the door. "Oh and don't even think about touching yourself." He said before he disappeared. 

He was out of his mind. You quickly grabbed your toy from your drawer and went into the bathroom. You turned on the shower and sucked the vibrator into your mouth to wet it. 

You put your foot up on the tub and slowly fucked yourself with the toy. Your eyes were pinched shut and you were so into what you were feeling that you hadn't heard the door open. 

Bucky watched as you pleasured yourself. He was turned on by the sight, but pissed, because he told you not to. He walked over and snatched the toy from you. Covering your mouth, so you couldn't scream. 

"Now, I remember telling you not to do this, doll." He moved his hand and nipped at your collar bone. 

"No, you told me not to touch myself. I used the toy," you said. 

"Real cute," he growled. 

He put the toy on the counter and walked you into the shower. He got down on his knees and started eating your pussy again. 

He should've been punishing you, but instead he was treating himself. Bucky knew in that moment that you were now his addiction. 

You gripped his hair while he held on to the leg that was thrown over his shoulder. 

"I want to feel you. Please," you begged. 

He wanted to deny you, but he simply couldn't. Your wish was his command. 

He stood and lifted you up, slowly sliding you down on his hard dick. He was sure to keep you against the wall, so your hair wouldn't get wet. 

Bucky fucked into you slowly. Enjoying the feeling of your slick walls. He wanted to stay inside of you forever. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby!" You mewled. 

You heard him grunt in response. He was close himself and when you tighten your grip around him he exploded inside of you. 

You bit his neck as your own orgasm washed over you. He finally let you down and the two of you finished the shower together.

Bucky had no clue how he'd break this news to Sam, but he knew he had to, because there was no way he wanted to ever go without your touch again. 

********

[fandom-puff]

Manhunt

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Requested by: anon ‘Hey, I saw that your requests are open. Can I request a Tommy Shelby fic where y/n gets kidnapped, please? Maybe Tommy’s getting extremely angry and worried and only calms down when he gets her back. Of course it’s up to you. Female reader if possible. Thank you so much :)’

Warnings: kidnapping, violence, swearing, injury (result of knife, beatings)

Bold italics = flashback

Gif creds to owner

“Where the fuck’ve you been?” Polly demanded from her desk, arms folded and lips pursed as Tommy stumbled through the door.

“Ah, let him be, Pol,” Arthur grinned, clapping him on the back. “Reckon his head’s still on his honeymoon. Been stuck in bed with the missus all morning, eh, brother?”

Tommy smirked boyishly. “No. Fuckin’ car broke down. Anyway, YN left ours hours ago, said she was seeing Ada before she buggers back off to London,”

At that moment, Ada walked through the door, holding one of John and Esme’s kids on her hip, bouncing him gently. “I haven’t seen YN today, Tom. Didn’t show up to our reservation in that nice cafe. Haven’t heard from her, so I just thought she was with you,”

Tommy frowned deeply. “But... she left at half eight to catch the bus. I told her I’d give her a lift but she said she needed to run a few errands before she met up with you,” he checked his pocket watch quickly. “It’s gone noon. Are you lot sure you haven’t heard from or seen her?”

“Tom, it’s fine, she’s probably just caught up in the shops or something,” John said, lighting a cigarette.

“No. It’s not fucking fine, Johnboy. She left at half eight this morning, stood Ada up in her favourite cafe- and she’s been going on about it for weeks- and no one has seen hide nor hair of her for hours. Something’s wrong,”

Jaw set harshly, Tommy strode out of the betting shop, closely followed by his brothers. “Oi! Finn. Run and tell Sergeant Moss that I said to have a search party out. Tell him YN’s missing. Then on your way back, go to Charlie’s yard and tell him to keep an eye on the canals for her, alright. Good lad,” Finn nodded and began to run as fast as his legs would carry him.

“What about us, Tommy?” Arthur said. “Tell us what to do,”

***

Slowly, your eyes opened, though you still couldn’t see anything- a length of fabric covered your eyes, blocking out all light. Every inch of your body ached, and you became vaguely aware of the stinging sensation at your wrists- they were bound behind your back, the tightly knitted rope rubbing your skin raw. Judging by the slight jostling movement of your body and the hum of an engine below you, you were in a vehicle, being driven god knows where.

Deciding to keep quiet, you took some deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself, trying your hardest to recall the previous hours...

***

“I’ll see you later, Tom,” you smiled, giving your grinning husband a final kiss goodbye before setting off to the bus stop. Tommy had offered you a lift, but you declined, saying something about errands and scenery. It was an alright day, by British standards, the sun trying its hardest to peak through the thin clouds.

You were halfway to the bus stop when you felt a presence behind you. Hurrying your steps a little more, knowing the old gentleman from the village would likely be at the stop for his weekly shop, if you could just get around this bend, you dared a look behind you, before colliding head on with something- or rather someone.

“I’m terribly sorry, sir,” you said, making to step around him, but his arms shot out, grasping onto you while the man behind you yanked a fistful of your hair, tugging your head backwards.

“Don’t you worry, Shelby,” he said, a slight accent lacing his low voice. “You will be,”

You tried to stamp your heels down on the attackers’ shins, you made to bite the hands closest to your face, to wriggle as much as you could. As you began to scream, a damp cloth was held over your nose and mouth, making your eyes roll back and your body slacken, allowing the two men to drag you to their vehicle, hidden by the shrubbery and blossoming trees and the loud caws of the birds.

***

Tommy was in full panic mode. He had Peaky Blinders scouring the whole of Birmingham, Sergeant Moss had managed to telephone the London police and have a telegram sent to every constabulary in the country to keep an eye out. Johnny Doggs had the Lee boys out, and Charlie was stopping every boat the passed through the cut.

Tommy kicked the table in the betting shop, sending papers and coins flying. “Where the fuck is she?” He roared, eyes flashing with some anger, but mostly fear.

“We’re doing everything we can, Thomas,” Polly said firmly, patting her nephews back and pushing a cup of tea into his hands. “It’s well sugared. You need the energy,”

“It’s not fucking enough!” He yelled, taking one sip of the tea before slamming the cup down, sloshing the table. “She could be anywhere and we’re sat here like idiots!”

Polly sighed, retreating to man the phone, waiting for someone, anyone to phone with knowledge of your whereabouts.

“It’ll be alright, brother,” John said. “Esme’s down with the Lees making sure none of them are sat twiddling their thumbs. Moss has every copper in Birmingham on the case. Even the London coppers are looking for a Shelby, and their almost all under Solomons and Sabini,”

Tommy was quiet for a moment before he looked between his brothers. “Solomons and Sabini...” he said slowly, processing the information before his face hardened.

“Solomons is a mad bastard,” Arthur said quietly.

“Right. Car, now. We’re going to London,”

***

The blind fold was removed, but you still couldn’t see much. One of your eyes was swollen shut, and the room you were in was plunged in almost complete darkness. Your hands were still tied, only now they (along with your ankles) were bound to a chair. You tried to shuffle the chair along, but it made a loud grating scraping noise, and caused a blinding pain to shoot through your nerves. Something was definitely broken.

“Shelby,”

The voices echoed around the room as you heard the men draw closer, their footsteps rapping sharply against the concrete ground. You strained your good eye, trying to make out their faces, but you could only make out vague face shapes, plunged in shadows.

“I told you, I don’t have any information!” You said urgently, preparing yourself for another punch or kick.

It didn’t come. Instead you felt the cold edge of a thin blade pressing against your swollen cheek. He dragged the blade slowly and you hissed as your cheek bloomed with stinging pain, feeling your hot blood trickle down your face and neck.

“We don’t want information,” the other man said lowly as you felt the tip of the knife press against your neck briefly. You held your breath, preparing for the worst, before the blade dropped. You let out a shaky breath of relief, which quickly turned into a groan of pain as a thick finger dragged along the fresh wound. “We don’t need one of Shelby’s whores for information,” you shut your eyes tightly, willing your tears not to fall. “We want to destroy Tommy Shelby,”

***

“Thomas! Thomas! Stop the fucking car now!”

The car squealed to a halt and Tommy almost tripped over his own feet in his haste. “This had better be good, Pol,” he growled, grabbing hold of the phone. “Speaking,”

“That you, Tommy?”

Tommy gritted his teeth. “Aye, Solomons. Make it quick. I’ve no time for business now,”

“Yeah, I know, right. Right fuckin’ fuss you’ve kicked up, yeah. Looking for that wife of yours, I heard. Well, Tommy, my coppers have been out and about , right, searchin’ high and fuckin’ low. Found nothin’ right,”

“Alfie,” tommy hissed. “I’m on my way down to London, now. If you’ve got no information, I don’t wanna hear any of your fuckin’ stories, alright?”

“Oi, you watch your tone, Tommy. I’m getting there. See now, Ollie’s missus’s got a friend whose friend is the wife of a fuckin’ wop, right. She says, right, that your wife, YN, had been on Sabini’s fuckin’ hit list from the very start. He’s got his coppers trying to dismiss this ever so mysterious disappearance, right. But my coppers, yeah, Tommy, you followin’?”

“I’m following,” tommy said through gritted teeth.

“Right, well my coppers have received a tip off from one of Sabini’s coppers that there’s some funny business going on in the old abandoned warehouse, you know the one, the one up in Cheltenham, what the anarchists set fire to,”

“You sure, Alfie?”

“Course I’m fuckin’ sure. Off you go, Tommy,”

***

How long you had been on the floor for, you had no idea. Your arms and legs were no longer bound- not that it made any difference. You couldn’t move without a fresh round of pain turning your stomach. Tears mixed with blood on your cheeks; you could barely keep your eyes open; you lay next to a pool of your own vomit due to the pain; your clothes were soaking with your own blood and urine; you were ready to die.

***

Gunshots. Three of them.

Three voices shouting, although you couldn’t distinguish what they were saying.

The door swung open, flooding the room with light. You made to lift your head up off the floor, but sobbed in agony.

“Fuckin’ hell!”

“YN, it’s alright, I’m here! They’re gone, I’ve got you,”

You felt the familiar warm hands on your body, the strong arms lifting you, the distinct smell. But you couldn’t open your eyes- you were simply too tired.

“Tommy...” you breathed, one hand bunched up in his coat.

“Shhh, I’m here, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. We’re gonna get you help, okay, my love. Don’t you worry one bit, okay?”

You nodded, trusting your eyes to shut, knowing that this time, tommy would be there to shake you awake, preventing you from giving into the darkness.

[tomtenadia]

Remember Us - part 1

Here I am with a new Rowaelin. This will be a much shorter than ALB both in chapter length and story length. The idea came to me while on the bus home after work. It’s angsty,

A special thank you to @whimsicallyreading for being my wonderful beta <3

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Rowan is involved in a motorbike accident while on his way to work. A crash that will have some consequences on his marriage with Aelin when he realises that he has lost his memory. Day by day they will have to find their way back to each other and and survive the challenges that life throws at them. 

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When the silver haired man opened his eyes it took him a moment for his vision to focus and take in his surroundings. The walls around him were a pale beige colour and the smell of disinfectant was the first thing that hit his senses. In the background there was a steady beeping sound and when he moved his head towards it he saw a machine tracking his heart rate. Hospital. He was in a hospital. A couple of bags with liquids were hanging from hooks at his side and the long plastic tubes ran to his hand. Another gentle motion of his head and he saw his right arm in a splint and his right leg propped up and enveloped in a protective support.

The man pushed his head back in the pillow and groaned. He was in an hospital. And slowly he realised that’s all he knew. His mind felt empty as he tried to think about how he got there. But nothing. There was nothing. He closed his eyes and blackness hit him. He clearly broke his arm and his leg, but how it happened? He had no idea. Slowly he realised that all his memories had started from the instant he woke up. That was all he had and a wave of panic hit him.

In that instant a nurse walked into the room to check on him “Oh, Mr Whitethorn, you finally decided to join us. How do you feel?”

“Whitethorn?” His voice gruff.

“Yes, that’s your surname.”

The man looked at her with a confused stare.

“Do you know where you are? What day it is? Your name?”

The man shook his head “but from the fancy machines and your attire I guess I am in hospital.” He managed to utter, his throat feeling scratchy from disuse. How long had he been asleep?

“Let me go and call the doctor.” And she hurried out of the room.

Whitethorn, his surname was Whitethorn. That was a start.

A moment later a woman entered the room “good morning you. Glad that you could finally join us.” She smiled at him and checked a few things. The doctor flashed a penlight in his eyes then held a finger in front of him “follow this.” She moved the finger from left to right and back and he followed it with his eyes.

“So, the nurse said you don’t remember much.” She straightened her back and saw her write some notes on his chart. 

“I can’t…” he whispered “why am I in hospital?”

“Your name is Rowan Whitethorn. A month ago you had a motorbike accident on your way to work. You have been in a coma ever since. You had a helmet on but still sustained some serious head injuries and you are now experiencing amnesia. It will be temporary and the memories will eventually come back.”

Rowan closed his eyes, he had a name now, another small piece to add to the infinite puzzle in front of him.

“I will schedule another MRI to check your progress since surgery. Now rest, I will get in touch with your wife and let her know that you are awake.” And the doctor left.

Wife. He had a wife. He was married and his name was Rowan and he had an accident.

*

Aelin left the OR exhausted. The last surgery had lasted for hours but she had saved a kid’s life. She threw her OR scrubs in the trash and walked back to her office, looking forward to sit down on her chair for half an hour at least. Her back was killing her and she definitely dreamed about a back rub in that moment. But her plans were thwarted when she got a page from doctor Westfall. Rowan was awake. He was finally awake. She told the nurses she was going to the neurology ward and that she had her pager on if they needed her and she ran to the elevator.

Once on the correct floor, she stopped. She had been waiting for that moment for a whole month and now she was scared. She was a neurosurgeon as well and, although she was a paediatric one, she knew what his injuries might cause. She spotted Yrene in the corridor and ran to her in a frenzy “Yrene, I got your page.”

“He is awake,” said the brunette “his functions are okay but he is has amnesia. We talked about the possibility.” She explained and Aelin nodded “I have ordered another MRI and I will have a better idea after.”

“Can I go in?”

“Yes, but remember that he might not know who you are.” And she patted Aelin’s shoulder in support.

Aelin nodded and pushed back the tears that had been forming at the corner of her eyes.

Rowan was awake. She had awaited that news for the last month but the happiness in her soul was shackled by fear. Deep unyielding fear. She might have him back but at what price? She knew that the type of injuries he had suffered could affect the memory. As a doctor she was prepared to face it, but as his wife, she could feel her heart aching at the possibility of being a stranger to the man who held her heart. Of him not recognising their children. With a deep breath she steadied her nerves and eventually she opened the door to his room. She had been waiting for that moment for so long, for the day she would go inside and find him awake, his pine green eyes on her once again.

A step inside and her hand went instinctively on her belly over her scrubs where her bump had barely started to show.

“Rowan…”

*

“Rowan…”

A female voice distracted him from his thoughts. He turned his head and saw a woman with golden hair and the most amazing blue eyes with a ring just as golden as her hair. She wore scrubs, probably another doctor checking up on him. But the way she had said his name was different from how doctor Westfall had said it.

She was stunning. That much he could admit.

“Ro…” she said it with a soft tone and moved a step toward him and he had a feeling she was not just a regular doctor checking on him. Why was she crying? Then his eyes moved to her left hand on her stomach and spotted a ring. He looked at his left hand and saw a matching one on his fourth finger.

His breath hitched at the realisation. The doctor had mentioned a wife. Was it her? Panic rose in him. He was not ready.

“Who are you?”

“Aelin. My name is Aelin Whitethorn-Galathynius.”

Rowan froze. That was his surname and she had used it with what was possibly hers. The woman never moved from her spot. She just stood there staring at him, her blue eyes on him and he had no idea how to react. This woman was apparently his wife. What could he say to her?

“I am Rowan.” He said feeling stupid. She knew already but in that moment was all he could say.

“I know.” She whispered, finally moving a step in his direction “I have known your name for a very long time.”

“I don’t know you.” He admitted feeling his chest tighten.

“I know.” She sat on the chair beside his bed “I know. Amnesia will be temporary. It will slowly start to come back to you. You just need to be patient. Both of us.”

He looked at her and something tugged in him. It was as if although his mind could not recognise the woman in front of him, his body could. It was a strange sensation. The sense of familiarity. His guts were telling him to trust that woman.

“We’ll face it together. To whatever end.”

He had no idea what she was talking about but he wanted to believe her.

“Do you want me to tell you something about us?”

Rowan nodded, eager to piece together some pieces of the mystery his life had become. How had he ended up with her?

Aelin’s hand caressed her stomach.

“We met at University of Terrasen. You were studying law and I was in med school. We had friends in common and I met you at a party and  I thought you were the most obnoxious and annoying man alive.” He heard her chuckle “until a year later when you brought me coffee in the library while I was cramming hard during an exhausting exam session. Then you brought me cake and slowly I realised you were not that annoying.” She continued her tale while her hand gently brushed the tip of his fingers.

“You kept me company and studied with me while I was rambling on medical terms, procedures and other crazy stuff.” He heard her sob “and then we both realised our feeling had changed. We dated. A year later we moved in together. Once we graduated you proposed to me. We got married.” Aelin stood and paced and a ragged sigh left her mouth “after a lot of heartbreak and miscarriages we had our little boy Thomas. A year and a half later Freyja came along as well.” 

Rowan gasped. They had kids. He was married to this woman and they had a family and he could not remember any of that.

“Stop.” He said in a harsher tone than intended “This is too much.”

His wife sat back down and her puffy eyes broke his heart. How was it possible that he felt so heartbroken for a woman he had just met?

Except he didn’t. They had been together for a long time and that feeling of familiarity came back to hit him like a sledgehammer.

“I need to be alone.” He said, turning his head and heard her sob loudly and felt the urge to reach out to her. But he fought it.

He needed space.

“I have to go back anyway.” She stood and pressed a kiss on his head “I will see you later.” And left the room.

Rowan threw his head in the pillow and felt his eyes swell with tears. Why was he crying? Why sending that woman away hurt that much? No, not just that woman. His wife. He had a family, a wife and two kids and all of it felt overwhelming.

He wanted to know more, but at the same time he was scared. What if turned out he hated the life he had? Until his memories started to return he had to trust her. Believe that he had chosen that life.

He sighed and his thought kept going back to Aelin.

Eventually he fell asleep with the smell of lemon and verbena still tingling his nostrils.

Aelin quickly went back to her office, locked the door and collapsed on her chair. And cried. She knew it was a possibility. She had discussed it with Yrene after his surgery. She had been preparing herself for the last month but it turned out she had not been as ready as she made herself believe. In that room she had been a stranger to Rowan. Their kids were strangers to their father and she could not tell him again that another baby was on its way. It would have been too much. 

She cried, remembering how happy Rowan had been when, two months before, she told him she was pregnant again. 

They wanted a big family. They both had good jobs and could afford it. After years of loss they finally had their dream. And then that blasted accident happened. The car driver had hit Rowan and her life was suddenly plunged into hell.

A hell in which for a month she had to tell their kids why dad was not home yet. Console them when they could not play with their dad or have him read stories before bed. Her mum had been helping her looking after the kids while she was at work. But they missed their dad. Freyja especially who was his exact copy and not just physically.

Her sobs grew in intensity. 

She missed her husband too. Her heart ached for him. For the comfort she would find in his arms after a bad day at work. 

Her pager went off and Aelin quickly brushed her eyes and cleared away the tears and left her office in a rush.

She could hide her pain into work. Pretend, for a few hours, that she was not living in a nightmare. That her life with Rowan had not been put on hold. 

For a few hours, inside that OR she could just be Aelin.

[abbatoirablaze]

True North, Chapter 3

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: none

“Oh honey, I’m so happy that you made it,” Mrs. Jensen cooed as soon as you entered the Jensen house later that night. She was quick to wrap you up in her arms and kiss your cheek, but you were quicker to respond, wrapping her up in your own arms, “oh sweetie. I haven’t seen you since last Christmas.”

“I know,” you sighed sadly, as you let her go, “I’m sorry Mrs. Jensen.”

“You call me mom. I’ve been telling you that since you were a child, sweetheart,” she demanded softly, holding your hands in hers, “oh, sweetie. Hannah and I decorated the cookies last night. You have to have some.”

“Before dinner? Mom what has gotten into you?” you joked with the older woman. She smiled at you and rushed out of the dining room to where the kitchen was to grab the cookie tray.

“Mom these cookies are really good.”

You froze when you heard his voice, a pang in your chest when you saw him trailing behind his mom as she came back just a few short seconds later. Suddenly you knew why the sour look was on the rest of the family’s faces when you’d entered the house.

“Stop eating them all,” she chided, slapping away his hand as she placed the tray on the coffee table, “we haven’t even had dinner yet, and here you are, pigging out like it’s the first thing you’ve ever eaten.”

“Jake…”

His gaze moved away from his mom’s and his eyes fell to you. He looked surprised to see you in his mom’s living room.

“Chlo…”

“You’re home?”

“Y-yeah,” he nodded, as though it were obvious, “why wouldn’t I be? Why are you here?”

“Because your girlfriend called this morning saying that you guys wouldn’t be here for another week,” Stephanie said, with a roll of her eyes, “made mom cry. Chloe always comes home for Christmas, you doorknob.”

“You’re just being over dramatic,” Jake chuckled dryly, “she was joking. I’m sure she didn’t make mom, cry Steph.”

“I don’t think she was, sweetie,” Mrs. Jensen said, patting her son’s shoulder, “she said you weren’t coming home, Jacob.”

“It was a joke guys,” Jake repeated, laughing awkwardly, “come on. Be nice. You guys don’t even know her. That’s her personality though. She jokes with me all the time like that.”

“I don’t want to know her, Uncle J,” Hannah whined, wrapping her arms around his leg, “make her go away.”

“Han,” Jake sighed, lifting her up, “she’s my girlfriend…I can’t just make her-“

“Hey Jakey,” the same shrill voice you remembered from this morning, called from up the stairs and down the hall. Your heart stopped. He was quick to pass a frowning Hannah to you, “can you come here and help me with my dress?”

Jake blushed and excused himself. Hannah wrapped her arms around your neck, “she’s a garden gnome.”

“Yes, she is.”

“I don’t like garden gnomes, Aunt Chloe.”

“It’s okay Hannah banana,” you smiled, smoothing down her hair, “no one does.”

You frowned at the stairs as she tucked her face into the crook of your neck.

“Who does a wardrobe change for dinner?” Stephanie growled angrily, seemingly hating the fact that the women breathed the same air that she did, “it’s a family dinner in New Hampshire.”

“Stuck up little tart,” Mrs. Jensen growled, glaring at the stairs. Your eyes widened at the bluntness of your best friend’s mom, “do you know that she said my cookies are dry? Mine? I’d understand if she said that about Lauren’s cookies but-“

“Your cookies aren’t dry, sweetheart,” Mr. Jensen said softly, trying to calm his wife, “they’re the best cookies in town.”

“I know they are,” she replied, looking to her husband, “I just hate that she had the audacity to say that they weren’t.”

Your family arrived a little later, and both your mom and Mrs. Jensen took great pride in agreeing that Jake’s new girlfriend was a bit of a stuck-up bitch. And the look that some of the other neighboring women gave her when Mrs. Jensen told them all about how she claimed that her cookies were dry—you would have thought that she personally went through and stabbed each woman in the heart with a sharpened candy cane.

The buffet style dinner went quick enough, and as more of the families showed up, it was easier to ignore Jake and his stuck-up girlfriend. All of your attention instead was focused on Hannah as you tried to cheer her up.

“Hey Hannah banana,” Jake smiled as he joined the two of you, “I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.”

“I’m mad at Uncle J,” Hannah told you, ignoring her uncle, “tell Uncle J, I’m mad at him, Aunt Chloe…”

“Hannah, I wanted to spend some time with you,” he frowned, looking at the girl who was rolling her eyes at him. She continued to put popcorn on a string to make garland to hang on the tree, “you don’t want to spend time with me? I’m your favorite uncle. Uncle J!”

“Uncle Mason is better now. Tell Uncle J that I like Uncle Mason better,” she lied. She refused to answer him, instead looking to you. She crawled on your lap and handed you the finished garland, “can you tie this Auntie Chlo?”

“You always ask me to tie the popcorn garland, bug,” Jake sighs as he looks to his niece sadly. You frown and hand it to him, “do you need help tying it, Chlo?”

“I need the help of a big strong man,” you smile sweetly at your best friend, trying to be the olive branch between him and his niece. Hannah pouted at you, and crossed her arms, “Han…I’m not strong enough. But your Uncle J is…just like he’s strong enough to lift you to the top of the tree to put the star on it.”

Jake smiled as her eyes lit up. He hadn’t thought of that.

He mouthed a quick ‘thank you,’ while handing the garland back. Hannah looked to the star that sat beside you, “Uncle J…can you lift me up to put the star on the tree?”

“Only if you and Aunt Chloe help me decorate it now that everyone went home?”

She grinned, and half-turned back towards you, “Aunt Chlo…grandma and grandpa went to sleep already…can we still decorate the tree?”

“I don’t think they’d mind,” you reply softly, brushing down her sandy hair. She hopped off your lap and ran to Jake, who picked her up, “so where do we start first?”

By the time the tree had finally become decorated, Hannah was happily yawning from Jake’s arms. Her little arms were wrapped around him, and she’d had her face tucked into his neck. Jake was quick to hand her off to you though, so he could continue your Christmas traditions of hot chocolate and It’s A Wonderful Life.

You settled into the couch and got the movie queued up, while Hannah snuggled into you, her arms now wrapped around your middle. When Jake came back into the living room, his breath hitched in his throat, as he saw his two favorite girls. He handed off one of the hot chocolates and you smiled at him, “you ready?”

“Yeah,” he agreed softly, sitting down beside you. He tucked himself against your free side, and you melded against him. Jake kissed your temple and wrapped his arm around you, instantly thinking about everything he’d pushed away the past few months, “Hey Chlo…”

“Yeah Jake?”

“D-did you ever think about this?”

“What?”

You blushed, and tried to play dumb, acting as though you’d never had this exact thought. Never had wondered what settling down with him would be like. Pretending that you never wondered what starting a family with him would look like? Never thought about creating your own family Christmas traditions.

“You know,” he uttered, egging on the conversation, “like…have you ever thought about settling down?”

“Jake…”

His heart started racing a mile a minute as he looked into your eyes, his nervousness taking over. You two were having a conversation for the first time since he’d left you at your apartment, and here he was fucking it up.

“I only ask because of me and my girlfriend.”

“Oh…” you mutter softly, your heart falling at the mention of her. There was some little part of you that had hoped Jake was referring to you. You internally smacked yourself, for even entertaining the stupid idea in your mind, “I-are you sure you want to settle down with her? This is the first time you brought her home…an-and well your family doesn’t seem to like her.”

“Chloe…”

“I-I’m just saying Jake,” you sigh heavily. You put the hot chocolate down on the end table beside you and look to your best friend, “w-we always talked about our future significant others having, well, certain qualities…and getting along with our family was always at the top of it.”

“They just don’t know her, Chloe.”

“And you know her enough to want to settle down with her?”

“Well…” he stuttered, his hand moving nervously to the back of his neck, “well I mean, maybe not right now…but I’m thirty. And time hasn’t slowed down for me…I-I want to be able to have a family one day…do stuff like this where I’m having a movie night with my wife and children an-“

“And you think you can do that with her?”

“Chloe…”

You frown softly at him, “I-it’s okay, Jake…I just…I don’t see the two of you together in the future when I think about you settling down.”

“You don’t?”

“No,” you reply with a shake of your head, “I guess I always just pictured that it be with someone like me…”

“Like you?”

“Yeah…me.”

Chapter 4

[viastro]

when the stars align | lee seokmin

ミ★ synopsis: four different seasons, four different lives, and you meet seokmin in each and every one.

ミ★ genre: reincarnation!au, soulmate!au (?), angst, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: major character death, mentions of blood and car accidents

ミ★ word count: 6,320

ミ★ pairings: seokmin x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! this is my first oneshot after about a month of not releasing any ? i recently started winter quarter at my uni and i’m also working now so i probably won’t be able to release oneshots as much as i used to </333 i hope that’s okay </333 but anyways, thank you to @sunlightwoo​ for helping me come up with a few ideas for this oneshot ! sorry for lying to you about who this was about, i didn’t want to get strangled <33333 i love you <333 i hope you all enjoy this, make sure to give seokmin lots of love <3

The sky is so blue today, you think to yourself as you sit on the bus, heading towards your workplace. Resting your head on the window, you stare up at the sky, music pouring in from your headphones as the busy city scenery flashes by before your eyes. 

You lift up your head when you see that you’re close to the hospital, quickly pressing the button to signal that you want to get off. The bus stops in front of the building, and you lift up your bag from the seat and walk into the middle aisle. You step off the bus and walk in the direction of the hospital, glancing up to see a man standing in the middle of the sidewalk, staring up at the sky. 

The sky is so blue, Seokmin thinks to himself, tilting his head to the side as a small smile forms over his features. You feel your heart stop in your chest when he looks back down, only to lock eyes with you. A tingle makes its way down your spine as you stare at him, similar to the feeling of getting shocked when you touch a person's hand. 

He’s pretty, you think to yourself. Immediately pausing right after that thought registers in your head, realizing that you’re literally stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and just staring at the pretty man. You look away, heading straight into the hospital without another glance back. 

Seokmin watches as you disappear, running a hand through his hair at the strange feeling he got when the two of you stared at each other. Shrugging his shoulders, he turns back towards the hospital, letting out a nervous grin as he walks inside to start his new job.

“Yn, you’re here!” You grin at Soonyoung, giving him a thumbs up as you put your things into your locker. “Wow, we’re sharing a shift together? That’s new. I wonder why Seungcheol scheduled us together after the rather… unfortunate…”

“It was not unfortunate!” 

“You almost jumped out of the 8th story window.” 

“Sounds fake.” You stop and turn towards the blonde, squinting your eyes at him. 

“Yn, this is serious! The patient thought I was cute and asked for my number but I got too shy and told them I’m married!” Soonyoung cries out onto your shoulder, and you silently glance at your clipboard as you let him screech in the middle of the hallway. 

“I don’t get why you said you were married.” You mutter, clicking open the pen and writing down a note on the patient’s form. Soonyoung looks up at you, and yells, “I don’t either!”

You turn your head and give him a smile, placing the clipboard between your knees and squishing Soonyoung’s face with your hands. He pouts at you, and you just continue to hold his face.

“This is a you problem.” Soonyoung glares at you, before pushing your hands away as you laugh at his reaction. “I should just jump out the window, I’m humiliated.”

You pull the clipboard back up, flipping the page over and looking at the other side. You mutter out, “don’t do that.” as you write more notes, only to pause when you don’t hear a snarky response in return. Looking up from the clipboard, you turn your head, only for your eyes to widen.

“SOONYOUNG! ABSOLUTELY NOT!” 

“I’M GONNA DO IT!!!” 

“KWON SOONYOUNG!”

Soonyoung rubs the back of his neck, giving you a sheepish smile after the reminder of what occurred a few months prior. You slap his shoulder, making him let out a whine of protest. 

“Don’t ever do that again.” 

“I wasn’t actually going to jump.” You roll your eyes, throwing the lanyard over your neck that displays your ID. You give Soonyoung a close-lipped smile, “Let’s go.”

The two of you step out of the break room, walking over to the front desk to ask which patients checked in. Minghao glances up from his monitor to find you and Soonyoung heading in his direction, and he lets out a heavy sigh, making you squint at him.

“I saw that!”

“Why did Cheol let the two of you work on the same shift after Soonyoung almost died?” Minghao asks himself, and Soonyoung rests his head in his hands. Shrugging your shoulders you lean against his desk, “I don’t know, ask Cheollie.” 

“Anyways…” Minghao begins, and you let out a giggle. You lean your head onto Soonyoung’s shoulder, waiting for Minghao to finish up typing. “Yn. You’re training the new guy today.”

“I’m training the what?” 

“Lee Seokmin, today’s his first day. Seungcheol wants you to watch over him.” You bite the inside of your cheek at the fact that you have to watch over another new nurse. Leaning forward, you ask Minghao, “Where is he?”

“I’m here.” The three of you turn around at the sound of the sweet voice, and your heart immediately drops into your stomach when you realize that he is the man you practically gawked at when you were about to head in. 

“I’m Lee Seokmin, nice to meet you all.” He says with a grin, only to tilt his head when he locks eyes with you. He points his finger in your direction, “I think I saw you outsi-.”

“No you didn’t.” You interrupt, and he bites the inside of his cheek. 

“I’m pretty sure I did.”

“Sounds like a scam.” 

“Is it?”

“Do I need to pull up the security cameras just for you guys to confirm this or can you finally leave me alone?” Minghao interrupts with a tired expression on his face, and Soonyoung snickers behind his hand. Squinting at your overwhelmingly pretty but rude coworker, you slap him on the back of the head, before pointing at Seokmin.

“Let’s go do nurse stuff.” And with that, you walk away, not checking to see if he’s following close behind you as your face is incredibly hot from trying to act like you’re not embarrassed. 

“Are they always like that?” Seokmin asks Soonyoung, to which the blonde nods his head with an entertained grin on his face. “Yeah, you should go hurry after them. They’re not gonna stop and turn around to check if you’re following.” 

Seokmin’s eyes widen, before turning to look at you again, only to find you nowhere in sight. Now panicking, he quickly waves bye to Minghao and Soonyoung, before running down the hallway to find you. Soonyoung and Minghao watch as Seokmin hurriedly turns the corner, only to run the other way when he doesn’t find you.

“Ah, why can’t yn be nicer to the new recruits.” Minghao mutters to himself, and Soonyoung tilts his head to the side when he sees you poke your head over the corner and call out to a very lost Seokmin, gesturing for him to come over. 

“I don’t know. I think this time will be different.” Soonyoung says quietly, watching as you and Seokmin sneak glances at each other as the two of you look over the clipboard. Minghao purses his lips, before turning back around and facing his PC. 

“Only time will tell.” 

“You wanna go buy drinks? Are you crazy?” Seokmin asks you with a chuckle, and you let out a tired groan, turning and resting your forehead onto his shoulder. His eyes widen slightly at the contact, before reaching out and patting the back of your head.

“I just, I’m so tired. One of the patients tried to throw their pee at me and I-”

“They tried to what?”

“And then this other patient’s wife yelled at me about touching her husband’s chest but I was just trying to hear his heartbeat.” Seokmin’s eyes continue to widen the more you tell him about your rather chaotic day at work. Tilting his head to the side, he recalls that his day went rather smoothly in comparison. 

It’s been a couple months since Seokmin first started working at the hospital with you, and the two of you have gotten relatively close. There’s no denying the attraction and the chemistry between the both of you. Minghao and Soonyoung even have an ongoing bet on when the two of you will finally start dating. 

“By Spring they’ll be together.” Soonyoung says, and Minghao slaps his shoulder.

“Absolutely not, they won’t be that slow. They’ll be even slower. I bet by Summer they’ll be together.” 

“50,000 won?” 

“50,000 won.” Soonyoung confirms with a nod of his head, and Minghao lets out a small smirk. Standing up to his full height, he extends his hand towards the blonde.

“You got yourself a deal, Kwon Soonyoung.” Soonyoung glances down at his hand, before smiling cockily to himself as he reaches out and grasps the latter’s hand.

“Right back at you, Xu Minghao.”

Seokmin lets out a grin, jostling his shoulder slightly to make you lift your head up. You pout up at your pretty coworker, and he smiles down at you. “Okay, I’ll buy us drinks.” 

Your pout turns into a happy smile, and the two of you quickly walk out of the hospital doors. You immediately shove your hands into your pockets, shivering slightly from the brisk winter night. Seokmin notices you shiver out of the corner of his eye, and he remembers the red scarf wrapped around his neck. 

You’re about to make a comment about how it’s cold, only to freeze when Seokmin removes the scarf from his neck and tenderly wraps it around you. Your eyes slowly trail up towards his own as he softly ties it so that it’s covering your mouth. He looks up into your sparkling eyes, and gives you a smile, his face a bit pink from the cold.

“Don’t catch a cold, yn.” Seokmin says in a soft voice, eyes full of warmth as he stares down at you. You nod your head in response, as no words seem to currently be forming in your brain. He smiles, before motioning towards the direction of the bar. 

“Let’s go drink.” You watch as he heads off towards the bar without another word, and you aimlessly follow him, wondering why you suddenly feel so warm.

“I-” You hiccup, and Seokmin chuckles at the drowsiness to your eyelids as you fight to stay awake. Resting his chin on the palm of his hand, he takes a sip of his water, as he decided to not drink a lot in order to make sure you get home safe. “You what?”

“I want a pet.” You mutter with a drunken giggle, and Seokmin smiles at how tired you are. Letting out a breath, he stands up from his seat and walks over to your side of the table. You notice a looming presence to your left, and you slowly turn your head and glance up at the figure, seeing Seokmin staring down at you with an amused expression on his face.

“Why are you so… tall?” You ask, and Seokmin shrugs. He helps you up out of the chair, making sure to put money on the table and grab your bag as he escorts you out of the bar. Rubbing your eyes once the cold air hits you, you turn your head to look up at Seokmin, wondering why your heart is so warm whenever you stare at him. 

“Tall… pretty… nice…” You begin to quietly count all the nice qualities about Seokmin as you lean against him, and he laughs when you stop walking, holding up all ten fingers towards his face. 

“This isn’t even all of the good things about you.” You say with a squint to your eye, and he shrugs his shoulders at you. “I wouldn’t say that I’m that great, yn.” 

Your eyebrows furrow at his response, and you reach out and slap his shoulder, eliciting a whine of pain. You shake your finger at him, “You are great! Don’t you,” You burp mid-sentence, making Seokmin smile. “Don’t you ever say you’re not great ever again.” 

Seokmin nods his head, raising his hands up in surrender to emphasize his answer, and you give him a content grin. Your eyes widen when you see a snowflake fall onto the top of his head, and the two of you look up towards the sky to see millions of snowflakes descend towards the ground. 

You let out an excited smile, turning your head to see Seokmin already staring at you with a soft grin on his face. Your heart stutters within your chest when you feel that familiar feeling of warmth, and you bite the inside of your cheek. 

“First snowfall of the year.” Seokmin mutters quietly, looking back up towards the sky as a means to stop his face from turning red at how ethereal you look. You squeeze your fists at your side as you stare at the pretty man, hearing your own heartbeat in your ears at how nervous you are. 

“I love you.” You state, and Seokmin freezes, slowly turning his head to look at you with wide eyes. Seokmin glances behind him before looking back towards you and pointing at himself, “Me?!”

You nod your head, pointing directly at him. “You.” 

Seokmin feels warmth flood his features, and a sheepish smile slowly forms on his face as he lifts his hands up to feel how hot his cheeks are. He turns back towards you, “Really? You’re not just saying this because you’re drunk, right?” 

You nod your head again, patting your heart as a way to try and calm it down. Seokmin tilts his head to the side, “Are you gonna forget that you confessed to me?” 

Pursing your lips, you shrug your shoulders. The pretty man gives you an incredulous stare, making you chuckle in response. “We’ll see~”

“Yn, you can’t just-”

“Do you love me back?” You ask, watching as the snowflakes fall down around the two of you. The visual is similar to that of a painting, with your surroundings being painted in a brilliant shade of white. It makes it appear as if you’re an angel sent from heaven. Seokmin stares at you in silence for a moment, before nodding his head. 

“I do. I love you.” Seokmin says softly, and you bite the inside of your cheek harshly to stop yourself from smiling. He steps forward, “But yn, we need to talk about the fact that you might forget-”

You bend down and quickly make a snowball, before throwing it at Seokmin’s face. You let out a bright laugh as he sputters, trying to wipe the snow away. He stares at you in shock, before pointing directly at you. 

“I’m gonna get you for that.” 

“Bet you will!”

The sound of your guys’ laughter fills the cold January night, the first snowfall of the year.

“Are you gonna take yn out to eat somewhere fancy tonight for your guys one year anniversary?” Minghao asks as Seokmin looks through the patient’s folder. Seokmin glances up at his newly dyed silver-haired friend, giving him a grin. “We were thinking of something simple, they’d rather we save money.” 

Minghao chuckles, nodding his head. “Sounds like something they’d want.” 

Seokmin tilts his head, glancing down at his watch. He purses his lips, realizing that you should’ve come in already since your shift started a couple minutes ago. 

“I wonder if their bus is late today.” Seokmin says, and Minghao checks out the time. He nods his head, “It probably is. Life’s unexpected, that’s why I told them to get a car.” 

“What if they get into traffic in the car too?”

“Then that’s on them.” Minghao responds, and Seokmin rolls his eyes with a chuckle. He opens his mouth to say something when the two hear the sound of sirens. They turn towards the entrance of the hospital, seeing multiple ambulances pulling up and hurriedly taking out injured patients. 

“What’s going on?” Soonyoung asks the two as he walks up to them, seeing everyone beginning to be transported in a gurney. Seokmin shrugs his shoulders, eyes squinting when one of the EMT’s comes closer with the injured patient.

“Might’ve been a bad accident, I’ve seen something similar to this only a few times. Such as the bad accident with the bus a few years back, lots of casualties.” Minghao answers, watching as the nurses hurry towards the emergency room. Seokmin’s heart stops when he sees a red scarf on the gurney.

“Y-yn?” Seokmin says quietly, eyes widening when the nurses push the gurney past them. It’s as if time comes to a slow when he lays eyes on your lifeless body on top of the gurney, watching as the nurses hold the oxygen mask over your mouth and nose. 

“Yn.” Seokmin breathes out. Soonyoung and Minghao’s mouths drop open when they recognize you, and Minghao immediately wraps his arms around Seokmin to prevent him from chasing after you.

“L-let me go!” Seokmin shouts, beginning to panic when he can’t free himself from Minghao’s grip. Soonyoung looks at Seokmin, “You’re not in the right headspace to help them right now. I’ll go, they’ll be okay.” 

“No! Let me see them! Let me help them!” Seokmin yells out in pain, continuing to struggle against Minghao’s hold. He lets out a sob when Soonyoung runs after you, “LET ME GO! LET ME- LET ME GO!”

Seokmin’s knees buckle underneath him as he lets out a blood-curdling scream, and him and Minghao slowly sink to the floor. Silent tears fall from Minghao’s eyes as he holds onto Seokmin, trying to mutter out soothing words as his friend breaks apart right in front of him. 

“Please, live.” Seokmin sobs quietly. 

It’s only a few hours later when the surgeon steps out of the operating room with a solemn expression on her face, that no words need to be said for Seokmin to fall apart on the floor of the waiting room. With Soonyoung and Minghao quietly crying as they try to offer him comfort. 

The clouds are pretty today, You think to yourself as you walk to the auditorium that holds your calculus course. 

“Yn!”

You turn your head in the direction the voice came from, and your eyes brighten when you realize that it’s Mingyu. He walks over to you with a happy grin on his face, textbook in his grasp as he pats the top of your head in greeting. 

“Morning, Gyu.”

“You ready to learn about derivatives?” Mingyu asks, and you scoff at the tall man, nudging him away from you. “Don’t ever say that cursed word to my face.” 

“Derivat-”

“You absolute whorebag.” You interrupt, causing you and Mingyu to break out into laughter at your lingo. The two of you converse as you head towards the building, and you suck in a deep breath, smiling at the fresh air. 

“You know how it’s Spring, Mingyu?” You ask, and Mingyu purses his lips in thought. He points towards the weeds on the ground after a moment, “Cause the weeds pop up?”

“Okay... that too. But that’s not what I was thinking.” Mingyu chuckles, looking up at the sky to see the pretty white clouds. “What is it then?” 

You smile excitedly, jogging a bit so that you’re now in front of Mingyu. He glances back down at you, eyebrow raised as he sees you lift your arms up and gesture around your guys surroundings. He looks around, finding the cherry blossom trees beginning to sprout the beautiful pink flower that you love so much. 

“The cherry blossoms are blooming!” You say with a bright smile on your face, and Mingyu laughs in embarrassment when you spin around as if you’re in a coming of age movie. You only stop when you see someone smiling up at the cherry blossom trees. 

The cherry blossoms are blooming, and the clouds are nice. Spring is here, Seokmin thinks to himself, taking a deep breath of the nice air. He adjusts his bag with a smile, turning around to walk to his building, only to pause when he locks eyes with you. 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, finding the other to be familiar. However, neither of you are sure why. You let out a breath, raising your hand up and giving the pretty man a wave as you smile. 

For some reason, Seokmin feels an overwhelming feeling of relief when you smile at him. He slowly lifts his hand up and waves back at you, an ethereal smile etching itself onto his features. 

“Spring is beautiful!” You shout out towards the man who holds a smile that can outshine the sun. Mingyu chuckles in amusement, watching as his best friend and a stranger fall in love right before his eyes. Seokmin nods his head as he stares into your bright eyes, feeling warmth flood his chest as he says, 

“Yeah, it is!” 

It’s only Mingyu who notices that Seokmin wasn’t talking about the season. In fact, you won’t realize he was talking about you until it’s too late.

“It’s so damn hot.” You mutter to yourself as you sit in front of your fan, wondering when you’ll be able to get your AC fixed in this fucking oven of an apartment. Your phone rings beside you, and you pick it up, seeing that Joshua’s calling you. 

“Are you coming to my rescue now or do I have to hang up again?” You joke, and Joshua chuckles on the other end of the line. “Very funny, but I’m heading to your apartment now. I brought my friend, he usually sets up the AC’s for my family.” 

“Old friend I’m assuming?” You ask, and Joshua nods his head even though you’re unable to see it. 

“Very old.”

“Bitch! I’m younger than you!” You hear a sweet voice say, followed by laughter and apologies from Joshua. You smile, letting out a sigh of relief. “I’ll see you soon, Shua.” 

“See you.” 

Only thirty minutes pass of you laying in absolute agony on your floor that you hear your doorbell ring, and you practically drag yourself to the door. You whip it open, seeing Joshua staring at you with an amused expression on his face. 

“You look hot.”

“I’ll wipe my sweat on you.”

“Ew, that’s a bad first impression on Seokmin.” Your eyes widen slightly when you remember that Joshua brought a friend. You let out an awkward laugh, “I was obviously joking.” 

“It’s okay, I knew you were kidding.” The sweet voice you heard over the phone interrupts, and you glance over Joshua’s shoulder, only to feel your breath get taken away when you lock eyes with the man. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest as the two of you stare into each other's eyes in silence, an indecipherable emotion making itself apparent.

“Yn, this is Seokmin. Seokmin, this is yn.” 

You slowly reach your hand out towards the man, giving him a small smile. He grins back at you, extending his hand and grasping yours. You let out a breath when you feel a shock of electricity go down your back, while Seokmin bites the inside of his cheek at the feeling. 

“T-thank you for coming to fix my AC.” You mutter quietly, and Seokmin nods his head. The two of you let go, hands awkwardly falling to your sides as you do so. Joshua looks between the two of you with a raised eyebrow, “Why are you two so quiet? It’s weird, there’s so much tension it makes me wanna hurl.” 

You squint at Joshua, reaching out and slapping his shoulder as the both of them step into your apartment. He giggles at your reaction, patting your head affectionately. “I don’t know how long you survived in this hot ass apartment, but Seokmin will fix it soon.”

The man in question rolls his eyes as he takes off his jacket, placing it onto your coat rack as he walks over to your broken AC. Seokmin turns around and points at Joshua, “You’re helping me too.”

“Me?!”

“Who else?”

“Yn.” 

“You have no manners at all, do you?” Seokmin asks with a disappointed expression on his face, causing you to burst into laughter. His heart fills with warmth at the sound, and he turns to glance at you.

what is this? what am i feeling right now? Seokmin asks himself as he watches you turn around to head into your kitchen. You turn back with a smile on your face, giving Joshua and Seokmin two thumbs up.

“I’ll get you guys some cold water!” Joshua throws finger hearts your way as a response, making you roll your eyes with a chuckle as you disappear into the kitchen. Joshua turns to glance at Seokmin, noticing the furrow to his brow. 

“Do you know yn?” Joshua asks, making Seokmin break out of his daze. The brunette runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head no at Joshua’s question. “Why would I know them?” 

“I don’t know, it just seems like the two of you knew each other.” Joshua answers, and Seokmin bites the inside of his cheek. He turns to glance at the kitchen, watching as you quietly dance as you place the ice cubes into the cups. Letting out a breath, he turns back towards the AC, preparing to open it. 

“Nah, we’ve never met before.” 

“This is stupid.” 

“It’ll be so fun!” 

“Jeonghan’s the last person I’d expect to look forward to going to a fortune teller.” You say with a grin, watching as he practically drags Joshua into the small shop without another word. Seokmin and you glance at each other, shrugging your shoulders. 

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Seokmin asks as he opens the door for you, and you let out a groan. 

“That’s the worst thing you could’ve possibly said in this situation.” You whine, making Seokmin laugh at your reaction. The frown on your face slowly morphs into a smile at the sound of his laughter, and you rub the back of your neck.

It’s been a few months since you and Seokmin met, and the two of you have become friends. You were later introduced to Jeonghan, who looks like an angel and is an absolute angel, but has devilish tendencies when it comes to games. Now the four of you are close, and you try your best to ignore the way warmth floods your face when Seokmin sends a smile your way. 

 “It’ll be okay yn, let’s just head in to make sure Jeonghan and Joshua don’t get scammed.” Seokmin tells you, and you nod your head with a grin. You let out a low whistle at the sight of all the crystals on the tables once the two of you enter the shop, before your attention lands on Jeonghan and Joshua talking to a rather old lady. 

“So you guys don’t actually use the crystal ball?” Jeonghan asks, and the fortune teller nods. She giggles, patting the ball softly, “It’s just for decoration.” 

You and Seokmin snicker behind your hands at the look of awe on Jeonghan’s face, and the lady hears you, as she glances up and looks at you both. Her mouth drops open slightly at the sight of you and Seokmin, and she waves her hand for the two of you to walk over. 

You and Seokmin share a glance, before heading over to the table and switching seats with Jeonghan and Joshua. The lady extends her hands out towards you and Seokmin, and you both tentatively reach out and grasp her hand.

“You’ve both lived such tragic lives.” She mutters, and you raise an eyebrow. 

“I beg your pardon?” 

She glances up at you and Seokmin with tears in her eyes, and the two of you stare at her in shock at how emotional she is. She squeezes your hand, giving you a sad smile. 

“The two of you are soulmates. Born as the same star but were later separated. In other words, your hearts are tethered to one another. In each and every life you’ve lived, the two of you have found each other and fell in love.” Warmth floods you and Seokmin’s features at her words, and you both don’t dare to share a glance. Joshua and Jeonghan grin, finding this all to be rather precious. However, Joshua’s grin slowly turns into a frown when he catches sight of the tears falling from her eyes. 

“Why are you sad? Isn’t this a good thing?” Joshua asks, and the fortune teller bites the inside of her cheek. The five of you stay in a relative silence, and you find a frown etching itself onto your face when she looks back up at you. 

“Because the two of you were never given the chance to be happy. Fate would rip one of you away from the other when you were close to reaching your destiny.” Seokmin’s mouth slowly falls open at the news, and you stare at her in shock. The fortune teller runs a hand through her hair, giving the two of you a solemn look.

“This is your third and final life as it seems that your stars will no longer align in the future. I hope fate will let the two of you be happy and leave you alone this time, so don’t wait until it’s too late.” She says quietly, and you abruptly stand up from the seat. Seokmin looks up at you, and finds that your eyes are filled with tears. 

“This has to be a joke. This is a joke. There’s no- there’s no such thing as soulmates or reincarnating.” You mutter, and the fortune teller shakes her head at you. She opens her mouth to speak, only for you to shout, “Fate doesn’t exist!” 

The fortune teller gives you a sad smile, reaching out and wiping away the tear that’s escaped from your left eye. “Then why are you crying, my dear?”

You harshly bite your bottom lip, quickly wiping your eyes. You push the chair and walk out of the shop without another word, promptly ignoring the calls of your name from your friends, and instead choosing to bask in the warmth of the summer night air as you try to put as much distance between you and the fortune teller. You feel a sob bubble up in your chest, wondering why you feel so much pain. 

“Yn!” You turn at the sound of Seokmin’s voice, seeing him run up to you. You rub your eyes to try and get rid of the tears, only to feel your breath get taken away from you when you’re encompassed in warmth. You slowly lower your hands, finding that Seokmin has wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. “S-Seokmin?”

“It’s okay, fortune tellers are paid to tell us weird things. There’s no need to worry, yn.” Seokmin tells you softly, rubbing the back of your head as a means to comfort you. You close your eyes, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as more tears flow from your eyes. 

“You don’t believe her?” You ask quietly, and Seokmin shakes his head. “No, I don’t.” 

You nod your head, continuing to feel the overwhelming pain in your chest as the two of you hold each other. You open your eyes to find the moon glowing down onto the two of you, with millions of stars shining bright in the air. 

fuck fate.

“I love you.” You confess, and you feel Seokmin turn rigid in your hold. He slowly pulls back to get a good look at your face, and you give him a small smile. 

“You love me?” He repeats, and you nod your head. The two of you stare into each other's eyes, and his beautiful brown eyes bore brightly into yours as your confession sinks in. Seokmin finds millions of stars in your gaze, a direct rival to that of the stars in the night sky that hangs above him.

“Do you love me back?” You ask quietly, and Seokmin gives you a small smile as his own eyes begin to water when an overwhelming emotion washes over him. And so, he nods his head.

“I do. I love you, yn.” 

You let out a smile as you make a waving motion with your hand, watching the scenery pass as Seokmin drives the two of you to the beach. You turn your head to glance at your boyfriend, finding him quietly singing along to the music as he drives. He seems to notice you staring at him though, as he lets out a grin.

“You think I’m handsome?” 

You immediately scoff, reaching out and pinching his cheek. He lets out a little whine of pain, causing you to laugh and retract your hand. “Of course I think you’re handsome. It’s why I confessed to you.” 

Seokmin rolls his eyes, sparing you a glance as you eat a piece of candy. He looks back towards the road, feeling nothing but content as he drives. “So you only confessed to me that night after the weird fortune telling because I’m handsome? Not because we were born as the same star?” 

Letting out a giggle at his weird way of saying the sentence, you grab a sour patch kid and place it into his mouth. You watch as his face scrunches up slightly from the sourness to the candy, and you chuckle. 

“I love you for you.” You say softly as the two of you pull up to the stoplight. Seokmin lets out a sigh, finally getting the chance to turn to look at you now that you’re at a stop. “Wanna get married?” 

You choke on the piece of candy you were eating, causing Seokmin to burst into laughter. You reach over and slap his shoulder twice, still coughing as you take a large gulp of water. You shoot a glare at the pretty man, “That’s such a lame way to propose.”

“Yeah, but you still had a great reaction. It’s all about the element of shock, love.” You roll your eyes, turning your head to see that the light has turned green. “I guess you have a point.” You mutter, making Seokmin grin. He presses on the gas, and heads into the intersection. 

“Does that mean you said yes to my proposal?” Seokmin asks as he stares at the road in front of him, and you purse your lips. You turn your head to face him as you answer, only for your eyes to widen.

“SEOKMIN THERE’S A TRUCK COMI-” 

You don’t get the chance to finish your sentence as the car flips over. 

And you don’t get the opportunity to tell Seokmin that your answer was yes.

However, fate decided to let your stars align one last time.

You walk down the sidewalk on your way home from school, smiling up at the orange and red leaves that are falling from above you. You shove your hands into your pockets, stepping onto each and every crunchy leaf in your path as you enjoy the sound it creates. 

“I love Fall, I wonder if the scenery is this beautiful at SNU.” You whisper to yourself, looking up at the blue sky. You squeeze your eyes shut when the reminder of all the new responsibilities that will be placed on your shoulders once you live on your own next year.

Being an adult sounds hard, You think as your gaze slowly trails over to an orange leaf falling from the tree. You watch as it lands on the top of a student’s black hair, and you raise an eyebrow at the uniform. 

“He goes to the other high school.” You mutter, tilting your head to the side when he plucks the leaf off his head and smiles at it.

“Ah, it’s really Fall.” Seokmin says softly, squinting back up at the tree with a grin on his face. He lets the leaf fall back to the ground before running a hand through his hair and turning to continue to walk home again. 

He stops in his tracks when he looks up from the sidewalk, only to lock eyes with you. Your heart beats rapidly within your chest as the two of you stare at each other in silence, the orange and red leaves falling from the trees around you both. 

why... why is he so familiar? why do i feel... relieved just by looking at him?

why does it feel like my heart is breaking as i stare at them?

Seokmin looks away first, ignoring the thoughts in his brain as he stares directly at the ground and continues to head home. You quickly follow suit, looking at anything but the pretty man as you try to calm your beating heart. 

Time comes to a stand still as the two of you pass each other, the leaves continuing to fall as you do so. You bite the inside of your cheek when a bit of distance is put between you two, and you come to a stop. You slowly turn your head to look back at him, tears falling from your eyes as you let out a breath.

Seokmin stands not too far from you, tears trailing down his own cheeks as he stares into your sparkling eyes. He bites the inside of his cheek, before sending a tentative smile your way. He lets out a wet laugh when you smile back at him, feeling warmth flood his features as more tears pour from his eyes. 

home.

“I’m Seokmin!” He greets from afar, and a feeling of relief washes over you when you hear his voice. You quickly reach your hands up, wiping away the tears on your cheeks as you stare at him. However, it’s of no use.

it’s like i’m finally home.

As tears fall from your eyes, you smile at Seokmin, finding him to be brighter than the sun when you shout back, 

“I’m yn!”