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daimyosprincess · 8 months

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SOME REX AND RELAXATION

—PAIRING: Rebels!Captain Rex x F!Reader

��SUMMARY: After a hard week, Rex makes it his mission to see that you forget all about it.

—WORD COUNT: 3.3k

—RATING: Explicit, 18+ only — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

—TAGS & WARNINGS: second person narration, no use of y/n, explicit sexual content, Rebels!Rex, age gap relationship between an older man and younger woman (reader is an adult), Dom/sub vibes, Daddy kink (bc I can’t help myself), nipple play, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering

Please let me know if I missed anything! Mando'a translations are at the end.

—AUTHOR'S NOTES: I miss Rex so this is getting posted today!!! After a rough week a bit ago, I started writing this as a comfort fic to make myself feel better and boy howdy, by the the end of it I was feeling way better 😈 Also: Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor deserve to live in comfy cottages in pastoral peace for the rest of their beautiful days. And I've decided that the clones age normally after the age of 25 so they have nice long lives ahead of them :)

This is my first ever Rex fic and I want to give a big shout out to my resident Rexpert @rexxdjarin for betaing this fic, I hope I did our captain justice 💙 Also thank you to @cloned-eyes for letting me use their amazing Rex art in my header!! That fresh out the shower Rex was some delicious inspo for this fic 🫠

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The only thing worse than the day you’ve had was this week as a whole. Nothing had gone right with the New Republic school going up in town, and somehow the solution to several of those problems was what you’d said a week ago… but only when that bureaucratic sop from Coruscant said it. Not to mention the pipes burst in your apartment, you slipped down some stairs in front of a street full of people (with the worst bruise of your entire life to prove it), and to top it all off, you dropped your overpriced caf all over your shoes this morning.

Not a great week.

At this point, you’re only one minor inconvenience away from snapping—the fact that it’s the end of the work week is the only thing keeping you together. And, of course, your perfect, wonderful captain of a boyfriend, Rex. You’ve been staying at his farmhouse while repairs are made to the water lines that caused the damage at your place.

He and his brothers, Gregor and Wolffe, had come to your quiet little agricultural planet a couple years ago and fixed up a few of the old houses at the edge town to live in. They mostly keep to themselves, but are always willing to lend a helping hand when it’s needed, whether it’s making repairs after the annual monsoon, donating fresh produce for school meals, or digging out flooded irrigation ditches. They are good men and the town accepts them as part of their own, even if Wolffe is a little grumpy and Gregor turns all the local women into giggling messes when he’s around.

The three of them are mending a fence on the far side of the property when you arrive at the farmstead. Usually you would have taken your speeder over for a chat, but you don’t think you have it in you after today. All you want to do is take off your bra and flop face-down on Rex’s couch to wait for the world to stop sucking—which is exactly how Rex finds you when he comes inside a few minutes later.

“Another great day then, mesh’la?” he teases with the mirth of a man who already knows his question’s answer. His work boots make a thud on the stone tiles as he pulls them off.

Without looking up, you grunt a “no” into the cushions and shake your head.

“Do you want to come shower with me or do you need some alone time?”

“Alone time,” your muffled voice answers, “then Rex time. Lots and lots of Rex time.”

His warm chuckle and beard graze delightfully over the back of your neck as he bends to press a kiss to your hair. “Alright then, pretty girl. Just relax and I’ll be back to give you all the time in the world, okay?” You give him another muffled affirmative and he squeezes your calf affectionately before heading to the ‘fresher.

Maker, he’s good to you.

A year ago you would have never thought you’d find yourself in a long-term relationship with an ex-clone trooper who’s old enough to be your father, or that you would be calling said ex-clone trooper Daddy while he makes you see stars. The Force works in mysterious ways, you suppose… not that you’re complaining. Far from it.

Your relationship with Rex might have come as a surprise but you’ve never been happier: things with him are as close to perfect as they can get. He cares for you, makes you feel so safe and loved and warm that you could melt into a puddle at his feet, and you adore him. He’s kind, strong, and compassionate, a good leader through and through. The galaxy has never made a finer man, and not to mention, a finer lover.

Eventually, you muster the strength to roll yourself off the couch and ditch your work clothes for your much more comfortable loungewear, deciding to forgo panties as a nice little surprise for your boyfriend. Snuggling under his covers that smell of him, you flip onto your stomach to scroll through your datapad. Efficient as always, Rex doesn’t make you wait long, the ‘fresher door sliding open a few minutes later. The comforting, woody smell of his soap fills your nose as you take in his broad frame glistening from his shower.

Kark, he looks good. All broad shoulders and bronze skin, thick and perfect. How has no one made a statue of this man?

Noticing your interested stare, he winks as he hangs his towel on its hook. “Feeling better, mesh’la?”

You hum your delight and click off your tablet to give him your full attention. “Yeah, could be better, though,” you add with a sneaky smile.

“Oh yeah? How?” Flicking off the ‘fresher light, he starts towards you. The mischievous glint in your boyfriend’s eye is more than enough to get your blood pumping, especially combined with his shirtless upper half.

You flip up the covers next to you, grinning up at him. “Well for starters, you could get in the bed with me, handsome.” His brown eyes sparkle when he returns the expression, the corners of his eyes crinkling fondly. “And then you can hold me and make me forget all about this entire kriffing week.”

Your captain is quite good at making you forget things, whether it be a bad day or your own name.

Obliging as always, Rex slides in behind you and loops an arm around your waist to pull you flush against his bare chest. Your body reacts immediately to his touch, the tension in your muscles slacking. He nuzzles into your neck, making you giggle from the way his beard tickles the sensitive skin there, and starts kissing every bit of you his lips can reach. When you try to squirm away from him and his beard, squealing and panting from your laughter, he just locks his big arms around you and keeps going.

“Eeee! Rex! S-stop, you’re tickling me-you’re tickling me!”

In between smacking kisses, he chuckles into your ear. “I thought you said you want me to make you forget about this week, mesh’la.” His hold loosens enough for you to wriggle around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck and admiring how handsome he is up close.

You brush your lips over his, gently running your nails down the back of his neck and savoring the way he shivers at your soft touches; knowing you have such an effect on him makes your skin hot. “Well Captain,” you drawl with syrupy sweetness, “I was thinking something more along the lines of… this.” You roll your hips against his, sighing at the pleasant sensation.

Rex groans his rumbling approval and drops his large hands to your ass to grind you harder against his center. “Anything you want, baby, just tell me and it’s yours.”

You know what you want: to be taken care of after this shit-show of a week, to be kissed and loved and cherished like only he can, doted on and held safe in his arms. You want to completely let go and surrender—no more thoughts, no more worries, just him. Just Rex. Your perfect, perfect Rex.

Capturing his lips in an indulgent kiss, you whine your desire into his mouth when you break for air, not caring how needy you sound.

He shushes you with gentle sounds, stroking over your hair. “Of course, sweetheart,” he coos in a sinfully sweet voice, cradling your face between his palms, “you’ve had a hard week… yeah, I know, I know. You need Daddy to make it all better, don’t you?” He pulls you crushingly tight against the strong line of his body, just how he knows you like, holding all your pieces together so you don’t have to.

“Please,” you gasp, burrowing deeper into him, “Don’t wanna… don’t wanna be anymore. Just wanna be yours.” The ache of existence in your chest is already beginning to melt underneath his weight, replaced by the tender warmth of his devoted attention. The edges of your mind go liquid as you let him pour you into his mold.

“Daddy’s going to take care of you, all you have to do is listen and let him make you feel good, okay, babygirl?” You bob your head in a nod, your eyes starry and wide as you await his next instruction. Rubbing the back of your neck, Rex places an affectionate kiss on your forehead for your obedience. “Good girl. Now turn over, face out and back to me… lift your arms… yeah, just like that,” he murmurs as he slides your top off, planting wet kisses on the new skin exposed to him.

His battle-worn hands skim up the swell of your tummy to take in breasts. You’re already buzzing in eager anticipation. You push into his touch, pressing your chest out in an offer of more, and you’re to be quickly rewarded with a low groan and his fingers rolling your sensitive nipples deliciously slow. Wanting heat rises through you like a flame catching to dry tender while little mewls of pleasure fall from your lips.

“So beautiful, so warm, my sweet cyar’ika,” he purrs between more lush kisses, “I know this makes you feel good… I’m going to give those perfect tits the attention they deserve.” He gives your peaked tips a gentle pinch and you moan, the electric sensation shooting straight to swollen clit. Smiling at your vocal pleasure, Rex begins an erotic rhythm that has you bucking your hips as his fingers alternate between pinching and rolling.

“Ooohhh, y-you feel so… you feel s-so good,” you whine, writhing against his ministrations. With the way his breathing has gone hot and ragged in your ear, you swear it could be enough to make you come untouched.

“That’s it, pretty girl, just feel the pleasure… just concentrate on how good you feel, nothing else,” he instructs, his deep voice like golden honey to your ears. “Daddy’s got you now, he’s gonna take care of everything. He doesn’t like seeing his baby so stressed and unhappy.” Rex latches onto your pulse point, sucking your heated flesh into his mouth and sending waves of pleasure throbbing through your nerves.

“Nev-never unhappy with you,” you pant, reaching your hand back to push him deeper into your neck. Rex is your shining sun who banishes all of life’s many darknesses, and the match which lights the fire of your loins. He’s everything to you, and right now, he’s all you can feel and see and smell. It’s utterly divine.

“Mmm, that makes me so happy to hear, you know why? Making you happy, taking care of my beautiful babygirl… it makes me happy. Daddy loves being there for his cyar’ika and he’d do anything to put a smile on her face, you know that?” Cupping your jaw, he tilts your head back to steal the little gasps of delight dripping sugary-thick from your lips. As hot and heavy as things have become, Rex doesn’t rush. He takes his time licking into your mouth and nibbling on your slicked bottom lip, all the while kneading and rolling your breasts, ever the man to keep his word.

Molten heat rushes through your veins as his words pour over your skin, spurring you onto new heights under his generous hands—the deep swell of his voice loosens the taunt aggravation of the week still stowed in your muscles. You’re like lavish wax under his care, worked pliable by him then molded into a work of weightless art, your very existence something to be admired.

His calloused fingertips sweep over the plushness of your lower belly, the shimmering heat of your arousal converging at his touch. When he dips below the fabric of your waistband, he sucks in a breath. “No panties, pretty girl? Now you’re the one spoiling me,” he groans, his cock twitching against the cage of your back.

You let out a delighted, breathy giggle at his body’s reaction to the discovery. “I thought you might like that,” you breathe out fond and pleased, “I did it just for you.”

He brushes lower, his middle finger tracing over the damp seam of your folds and a whimper sneaks through your smile at the feathery sensation. It’s these light, almost subatomic touches that make you come loose at the seams—and he knows it. Inside the year that you’ve been together, Rex has learned your body intimately, its history and inner workings revealed in the hours you spent in his arms.

“I love to hear your sweet little laugh, and I love to know that you’re smiling,” he murmurs affectionately, cupping your slick mound, “I’m so proud of you for letting me take some of the weight off you after this difficult week.” He takes a moment to plant kisses in the soft crook of your neck and up to your ear before continuing. “Now, just lie back, let me make you feel all warm and sweet. I want to watch you melt for me… melt and leave me with all your sweet honey to lick up.”

Each word shaped by his rich rasp further unmoors you from your senses. That sensual tingling feeling of submission bubbles pleasantly across your mind, your bones softening to downey cotton as you lose yourself to the sound of Rex’s voice. You can’t tell where the vibration of your own sounds of pleasure end and his begin, but it doesn’t matter. You’re safe, so, so safe and happy here in the glowing space between his arms. If only you could have him inside, too…

“C-can I have more, please? Want more of you, baby,” you pant, grinding into his palm between your thighs.

“Of course, mesh’la, you can have whatever you like. Anything and everything, all you have to do is ask.” Pressing into your lower lips, he spreads you apart. Your teeth immediately catch your lip when his trigger finger begins languidly sliding over your buzzing clit; the delicious friction fans the flames of your desire, heating you from the inside out. A rumble of satisfaction rolls up his chest when your head falls back against his shoulder with a contented sigh.

Rex takes advantage of the new access you allowed him, dragging his hot lips over your collarbone to nip and suck little marks onto your heated skin. “Mmm, I love touching you, I love feeling you,” he hums, thick and heady, “I want you to feel how much I care about you…” He scrapes his teeth up your tender throat to capture your mouth with his own.

Stars-Maker-kriff does he kiss like a god. A king amongst men, really, who- “Oh!”

Your eyes fly open as your captain easily flips you under him like a ragdoll, pulling your pants down and flinging them over his shoulder in one fluid motion that has you gushing.

“That’s better,” he mutters between hot mouthed-kisses down your sternum and over your tummy. The way his beard scrapes over your skin has chillbumps flowering all over. “It fills me up with so much happiness when I get to love on my sweet cyar’ika and take care of her. Makes everything else go away for me, too, sweetheart. I get to just focus on you.”

His large hands skate down your ribs then down the curve of your hips to massage the fullness of your thighs. “I’ve been waiting to worship this perfect pussy, pull all those pretty sounds out of you while you come over and over… just like you deserve.”

You’re nothing more than a warm soup of sparkling sensation, swirling around the ache building in your core. Rex isn’t usually one to tease you, but it feels like he’s taking an eternity to make it between your-

“Ohhhh, Reeeex!”

Wrapping his thick arms around your thighs, he literally lifts you up to his mouth, moaning like a man tasting some paradisic fruit after months in the desert. “Fuck, babygirl, your little pussy… I could feel hot and needy it was when you were rubbing up against me, how wet and messy you were… but this? Kark. I’m so lucky to be able to kiss all over this beautiful cunt. So lucky to have this pussy, this ass,” he gives an appreciative squeeze to your behind, “and this sweet little girl all to myself.”

The air is suctioned from your lungs by the gravity of his pleasure; it’s unrelenting and all-consuming, it’s all you can comprehend. Squeezing your eyes shut in focus, you manage a reply. “S-so l-lucky to have you, Rex. You’re s-so good to me… love you… love you so much.” You cut off with a shuddering cry when he sucks your bud between his lips, not caring that you’re swiftly losing a battle you don’t want to win.

“I love you so much, my mesh’la,” he pants into your heat. “My sweet, precious girl, I’m going to give you my fingers, okay? Gonna give you just what you need so you can come all over my face.” He slips two of his fingers in his mouth, sucking and releasing them with pop before easing into your soaked entrance. The twin sounds of your satisfaction fill the room, the stout stretch of his fingers making you moan while the clutch of your cunt has your captain grunting praises against your clit.

“Kark, you’re so tight and wet, so perfect… clenching around me,” he crooks his fingers as much as he can in the restrictive walls, “Don’t hold back, beautiful, let me hear you. Let me hear how good you feel.”

His words scorch your nerves to ash with a molten magma of pleasure that erupts from your core. Your spine bows up, making Rex find the soul-shattering spot that makes you scream in ecstasy. The world around you snaps into sharp focus, bright and loud before exploding in a shower of stars and lambent energy. You’re unmade, unwound down to your most basal form of hot-blooded, carnal need where time and worldly matters no longer reign in your existence. Primal satisfaction and the thrill of euphoria rule you instead for several effervescent moments.

When the flood of electricity flowing from every cell and synapse begins to ebb to jolting aftershocks, the sweet praise of your lover floats over you in warm waves. “So beautiful like this… keep going mesh’la, take what you need… I love you so much… love making you feel good, love feeling your perfect pussy on my fingers…”

Reverent kisses are bestowed like offerings to the divinity of your pleasure as you materialize back into reality one pounding heartbeat at a time. Joy radiates from every molecule in your body, the stress of the mortal coil dissolved and washed far away, leaving you light, free, and happy. You want nothing more than to revel in this glorious sensation with the love of your life, and you call out to your captain with a breezy sigh, “Rex…”

“Cyare…”

“Want you close, my love, want you to hold me.”

You barely register his movement in your hazy after-glow, but soon your chest is pressed against a familiar wall of muscle and there’s a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Snuggling into his open warmth, you nuzzle into his neck and inhale Rex’s timber-fresh scent.

Safe… happy… love. Him. Forever.

Your hazy thoughts drift across the clear sky of your mind, eventually coalescing into a nebulous sentiment your lips can form around. “Rex… love you so much… thank you, baby.”

Curling around you tighter, Rex’s beard brushes over your shoulder as he leans in to kiss your temple. “Anything for you, my sweet, perfect girl,” he smiles into your hair, “You are everything to me, the light of an old soldier’s life. I will always take care of you, my mesh’la, no matter what.”

And with the certainty only love can bring, you know him to be true.

MANDO'A TRANSLATIONS

cyare - beloved, love

cyar’ika - sweetheart, darling, (a diminutive of cyare)

mesh'la - beautiful

#once again i will think i am clever with these titles lmao #zwei writes #captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex x f!reader #captain rex x you #captain rex fanfic #captain rex fanfiction #captain rex smut #star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #some rex and relaxation fic

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aimlesspixel · 9 days

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Part 2 of my in stars and time continuation fic

Read part one here if you're interested.

You're floating, in a sea of lightless space, stars of pure darkless dotting your surroundings. You're not alone here you can feel it you're not sure where but you know it's not harmful, maybe it'll show itself if you wait. It's quite peaceful here amid the sky, ripples begin to flutter across the lightless sea around you making the stars shift and constellations dance it all seems so close here yet so far. The stars darken as you hear something call out to you and…

"Hey… Hey. HEY, cmon stupid frin! Breakfast's ready we're gonna finish it all without you if you don't get the crab up." "Now now Bonbon you've made plenty for everyone and I'm sure Sif will be up in a moment." "Fine! I'll put peppers in it instead hehehe." "Now that's a credible threat, you better get up soon Siffrin."

You open your eyes to see Bonnie peering down at you… that's weird you could've sworn you were sleeping in your tent but the area above you distinctly lacks such an implement. Oh well you will yourself up and move to grab a plate. Just as Odile said there is a enough food for everyone. A good start to another day of travel if you do say so yourself I mean you're up before the sun finished rising! You'll get plenty of time to travel like this.

Odile seing you've finished your slightly spicy breakfast calls you over "Siffrin a moment please I would like to get this over with before we're done cleaning up."

You nod at her in acknowledgement and walk over. She and Mirabelle are in charge of making sure you're not overexerting yourself after the whole almost ending the world buisness. It's a bit embaressing but you don't want to worry them or get worse so you let them give you a check up.

Mirabelle looks you over while Odile takes your tempature and consults a transcription of a medical book she's gotten from the house's infrimary. Isabeau and Bonnie look at the process with slightly worried expressions.

Odile - "Well as far as I can tell you're not any worse for wear so I think the pace we've been keeping will be fine for now. Any objections Mirabelle?" Mirabelle - "I can't see anythng wrong but just to make sure you're feeling up to it right Siffrin?"

You feel alright even despite the weird sleeping spot maybe a little sleepy still but nothing serious. "Yesterdays pace is fine." Isa and Bonnies faces ease up and they get back to making sure you haven't forgotten anything.

Odile - "Alright just remember keep the crafts to a minimum whenever possible you don't want to overextend and knock yourself out or something."

She doesn't have to remind you. You still feel drained in a more intangible way than usual and can tell you probably couldn't manage too many crafts without a break, best to avoid any wildlife then. The path is well walked making it easy to follow the darkless leaking through the trees as you walk along the path your family alongside you it's nice, It'll probably become routine again soon enough but while it's nostalgic again you relish in it. Mirabelle and Odile are discussing books of some kind maybe it's part of their book club they mentioned… oh wait have they mentioned that this time? You're not sure. Does it matter? You're glad they can discuss it regardless. Isa and Bonnie walk alongside you chatting with you as you travel. It's nice.

It only takes a few days to reach your first stop. You could tell you were getting close when the path changed to a stone road. You'll just be staying here a day but it's nice to see time flowing here again. The Defenders at the edge of town greet you all as you enter and you see some kids running around the town.

Isabeau - "We really did it huh? It's still a little hard to believe but…" Yeah. The atmosphere is so much better now that people who fled are returning and the ones who were frozen have begun to move once more. You recognize some of them from Dormont most of the refugees who fled there left ahead of you all to reunite with their loved ones and homes.

Some of the kids from Dormont and some you don't recognize run up to you all.

"Look! Look! It's Mirabelle! She's the one who kicked the king's crabbing butt!" "Yea It's thanks to them that everyone's moving again!"

One of the kids in particular gets starry eyed at this and runs up to Mira.

"Oh! You're the reason mom and dad are moving again! Thank you thank you thank you!!!"

They jump up and down a bit before Bonnie calls out "Hey it wasn't just Mira we all went into the house and kicked that Kings crabbing butt!" The kids gasp and look at everyone beside Mira including you.

"Whoaaaaa. So you went in to kick his butt too?" The kid asks expectantly at Bonnie. "Of course." They say standing proudly.

Mirabelle - "It's true we all worked together to save Vaugaurd." She looks at you "Maybe a little too hard for some of us." You look away.

The kids chatter around you for a bit before Odile intervines "We know you're all excited to see us but we need to find that Inn so we can rent a room for the night."

"Oh sorry." The kids turn and run off, the starry eyed one looks back one last time before going "Thank you again!" and they run off.

#in stars and time spoilers #isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time #fanfic #lgbtqia+

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idolatrybarbie · 7 months

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ripping sunrise

for my fifty follower celebration! @criticalarchitecture asked: any pedro boy (frankie morales) and prompt no. six— "stop thinking so hard." this is sort of a sick fic?

rating & word count: 2.4k | explicit

warnings: established relationship, mentions of cannabis and cannabis usage, mention of smoking, sex while high but fully consensual, fingering, unprotected penetrative vaginal sex, creampie, pet names, Frankie momento español??, the edible part of this story is true to life god that was fucking horrible, unedited due to having been finished on the bus otw to meet a band.

At first, it looks like a regular sour key. About the length of your palm, sugar crumbles off the gummy and sits on your skin. Frankie always pulls a face when you mention pulling a few bites from his stash of snacks. This is your apartment after all. He’s got his own little house at the edge of town he can keep all his bags of white cheddar popcorn in if he wishes.

Not that that would be very practical. More and more these days, you ponder popping the moving in question. He’s always over here, sleeping over, getting off work and driving here; not the short little house at the end of Parkside with the rotting front steps.

You’ve thought it through. There’s a sun room that holds your mom’s antique rocking chair and a small coffee table, but those can easily be moved. The two of you could transform the space into a room for his daughter to sleep in on weekends. Scrolling through the web at night, you wonder how she would want to decorate it—curious if she’s outgrown her monarch butterfly phase yet.

The light snacking is a storage tax, you tell him. Today, you even had to sign for Frankie’s candy when the delivery driver came to the door. Surely he won’t miss one little gummy. You leave the package on the couch beside you, popping the blue sour key into your mouth. Immediately, something is off. As you chew, the flavour becomes less sour and more…pasty. Like the remnants of the ash tray your grandfather kept in his kitchen, mixed in with lard and a pinch of sweetness. Still, you finish chewing and swallow the thing.

Frankie gets home a short while later, smiling as he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. Before you can tell him about his delivery, he’s snaking down the hall towards the bathroom, muttering about being drenched in sweat. Shaking your head, you ease yourself back into the cushions, opening your laptop up in front of you.

Halfway through writing an email, the world blurs. Only for a moment. You are back to typing a second later. But then your fingers aren’t quite catching the keys, and the layout of your computer’s keyboard that’s been burned into your brain disappears from memory. Your eyes glitch—that’s the only way to describe it—as you lean to the right, mashing your face into the plush cushion beside you.

Watching yourself move, your arm reaches for that package of candy again. Thank god the words are in an ugly, bold font for you to read. You groan as your eyes pass over the label slowly. 15 milligram THC edible gummies.

“Fuuuck,” you breathe.

Never having taken an edible before, you know this can’t be good. Frankie’s new prescription of treatment for his post-traumatic stress had been pretty broad-ranging, you remembered. He wasn’t a huge fan of cannabis, mortified as he watched you roll him his first spliff. Weed wasn’t your thing either, but you’d had a good few hand-rolled clove cigarettes in your day.

“Honey?”

You hear a voice, surely Frankie’s, but you aren’t too sure. The noise comes from the left of you, slowly turning your head to look in that direction. He stands between the hall and the living room, a t-shirt over his chest and a towel hanging off his hips.

“How was your day?” Frankie asks.

Okay, play it cool. You nod slowly. “Alright.”

Keeping your answers short, one word if possible, is probably the best idea right now. You aren’t sure why you don’t just tell him, irrational fears creeping at the edges of your thoughts. You don’t know what, but something bad will certainly happen if he finds out. Right?

“Just alright?”

“Long. Long day, that’s all,” you say.

A small voice in your head, smothered by the drugs, scolds you. There are two of you right now—the person inside your head, forced into the backseat as she watches the physical version lose control of all operating faculties.

“Well, it’s over now.” Frankie smiles, and it feels like basking in the sun. You can’t help but smile back.

Everything oozes together for a while. Frankie’s got his arm around your shoulders now, your cheek resting against his collar, hand pressed to his chest. A horror movie plays on the television, and it’s clearly captured his attention. You, on the other hand, try to focus on the steady beat of his heart. It batters softly in your ear, muffled by bone, skin, and fabric.

A brief moment of panic grips you, breathing quick and uneven as a chase begins on-screen and the frantic music sets your brain off. Frankie must misconstrue it as fright from the movie, squeezing you closer. The constant thrum in his chest lulls you back to stability, feeling safe in his arms. You fall asleep like this, only roused when Frankie tucks a pillow under your head.

You are still on the couch, laying down now. A blanket covers your body, but you kick it off. Everything is hot, too hot to bear. Frankie eyes you, confused. He sits at the end of the couch near your feet.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Your mouth is dry, remnants of spit all foamy on your tongue. Cotton mouth.

Willing saliva from the back of your tongue, you manage, “It’s too hot.”

“You sick?” Frankie asks. God, you are getting sick of the questions. He leans forward over you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re burning up.”

“I made a mistake,” you say, somewhere between a whine and a whisper.

“It’s probably just a cold—”

“I ate your stupid candy.” You nudge at the package with your foot, the plastic now half-hidden by a throw pillow. Frankie wedges it from under the cushion, looking it over and then at you.

His face is unreadable, your eyes swimming and picking specific bits of him to focus on. The curls that peak out from behind his head, surely fluffy at the nape of Frankie’s neck; the smile lines that surround his mouth, edging up to the sides of his strong nose. This man is truly beautiful.

His laugh pulls you from your obsessive gazing. “Well, shit,” Frankie says.

“I’m sorry,” you groan.

“It’s fine.” Avoiding eye contact, you nuzzle your face into the pillow under you. “Hey, look, it’s alright. What matters is that you’re alright.”

“I am not. Feels like I’m burning up in space.”

Frankie runs the pad of his thumb along your ankle. “You’ll be okay. We just gotta wait, I guess.” That’s what you were afraid he’d say.

Drifting in and out of sleep, Frankie stays with you on the couch. Sometimes you catch him on his phone, or another time eating a bowl of cereal. Google tells the both of you that this high should only last eight to ten hours, but you’re skeptical. Frankie makes you chug half a glass of water before exhaustion pulls you under again.

When you wake up, the sun is out. Yellow beams stream in through half-open curtains. Frankie must have left them open. He sits at the end of the couch, snoring softly. You nudge him with your foot.

Startling awake, he is wired and wild-eyed before the world comes into focus again. He notices you, softly touching your ankle where the skin isn’t covered by washer-stained socks.

“You sleep okay?” Frankie asks.

“Like the dead,” you say. “Can still feel my corneas, but I think I’ll manage to function.”

Frankie checks his watch, the hardware battered and the band fabric fraying. “It’s almost been…”

Finally, you can think again. The math is easy in your head. “Eighteen hours.”

“Jesus,” he shakes his head.

“Imagine how I feel?”

“You sure you’re going to be okay?”

“You’re here,” you smile. “That’s all I need.”

Frankie still looks worried.

“I’m fine, alright.” You sit up, letting the blanket fall to your lap before you brace yourself on your knees. Settling yourself on his thighs, you hold onto Frankie’s shoulders and stare at him. “Look.”

You lean back in the seat of his lap, spine curling backwards. Frankie’s hands hold your sides to keep you steady. Coming back to face him, you touch the tips of your pointer fingers to your nose. “Fine, see?”

He sighs. You press a kiss, soft and chaste, to his lips. Frankie breathes your name when you gently roll your hips over his.

“Please? Frankie, stop thinking so hard,” you say.

“You’re sure?” he asks. He watches you, searching for any signs of hesitation.

“Positive.”

You pull his face to yours, devouring him in a needy kiss. He tastes like vanilla and allspice. If you weren’t already wet and aching for him, you would be content to stick your tongue down his throat all day—treat this man like a never-ending gobsmacker. The brush of his erection against you only makes you want Frankie more, unsatisfied with schoolgirl dry-humping as it is.

In a very convenient turn of events, Frankie ditched his jeans for plain boxers somewhere in the night as he got comfortable on the couch with you. He’s hot to the touch underneath the polyblend fabric, pressing his hips up toward your hand. Returning the favour, Frankie dips a hand past the seams of your pants and the band of your underwear, feeling you. There’s a pool in your panties, slick gathered from your lips to your clit as he smears a little on his fingers.

Gingerly, Frankie removes them from you before he brings the two to his lips and sucks. He hums around them, tasting you. You’re still a little high, brain unable to process the image. You lean your forehead against Frankie’s shoulder with a groan.

"Frankie," you breathe.

"What do you need, beautiful? Gotta tell me."

"Don't stop. Just—I need you to make me feel good."

He gives you a softer kiss, hand skirting under the hem of your shirt to grab at your breast through your bra. His fingers return to your cunt, two inside you as he rubs his thumb over your sensitive clit. Everything surrounding you is muted, the pleasure taken from Frankie's fingers heightened as you focus only on the feeling of him inside of you and the satisfied smile on his face.

Frankie loves watching you come, making you come. Says it's the thing he's best at, to which you always staunchly disagree—not because he isn't deftly skilled in that department, but you think the statement erases his many other skills and talents. He always laughs at you, a grin on his face much like the one you find there now. You tell him you love him every time, because you do, so much.

Oh god. This man. You love him. The weight of those words has never really settled over you the way it does right now, Frankie's hand still working you over. You love him, you love him, you love him. His hand moves faster as you start to ride his fingers. Only Frankie can hear you as you whimper the thought out loud, over and over.

With his free hand, he grabs the back of your neck like the scruff of a naughty kitten. The action pulls your focus, all eyes on Frankie. You can see every ridge of his face, the sweet crinkles around his eyes, every brown freckle that dots his skin. He's so beautiful, when did he get so beautiful? When did you get so lucky?

"Fuck—oh my god, Frankie," you gasp.

A moan interrupts your words when he pinches at your skin, the pain bleeding deliciously into your pleasure. You’re coming before you can really register what’s happening, hips stuttering over and over again as you grip his fingers. Frankie slows his hand to a stop. He pulls his fingers from you carefully, letting you taste one before he moves his hand to dip the other into his own mouth.

“Aw, cariño…feeling better?” he asks.

You nod, falling silent as you pant over his cheek. Finding space to rest your head between his jaw and collarbone, you make your hands move to pull Frankie’s cock from his underwear. He’s hot to the touch, hard and leaking at the tip. You lift yourself up in his lap before lining him up with yourself. It’s an unceremonious drop down before he’s fully seated inside of you.

The stretch burns the slightest bit, Frankie’s girth parting you to make everything fit. You whimper when he grinds his hips up in the slightest, holding your shoulders to press you down further into him.

“That’s it, nice n’ slow,” he sighs. “Been a long few hours, huh?”

Words have been taken from you, brain sluggish and sleepy from the weed and the orgasm. You nod into Frankie’s shoulder as he cradles you on his dick; he makes small thrusts into you, pushing just a tad deeper every time, never truly leaving.

“So nice and warm for me,” he grunts, “always welcoming. Always wet for me, yeah?”

“Yes,” you say, voice soft and limp.

Frankie’s chest rises when yours shrinks, lungs alternating as he holds you. Like this, with him, you feel truly whole. No thoughts or worries, just you two—Frankie, who’ll always take care of you. You, with the knowledge that you’ll always be there.

His thrusts have your bodies moving a little farther apart, Frankie almost lifting you up by the sides only to push you back down onto his cock. He’s sinking into you deeper now, brushing that spongey spot he knows you love so much with ease. A second orgasm rolls through you in a gentle, lazy wave; your breath picks up a bit, mouthing at his neck to keep you grounded.

With your cunt clenching around him and the warmth of being inside you, holding you this close, it doesn’t take much longer for Frankie to lose himself. Another handful of thrusts has him spilling inside of you, his thighs flush with your own as he keeps you in place. Minutes pass, the two of you still tangled up together. He’s softening inside of you, cum dribbling into his lap and down your thighs.

“Feeling better?”

You nod, pulling back from his skin to stare at his face. What a cute fuckin’ nose he’s got, arching proudly off his face. You meet his bridge with a kiss, watching the slight sparkle in his eyes.

“Much, thanks to you.”

“Always happy to be of service, honey,” he says. “Especially when it ends like that.”

“Mhm,” you hum. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#frankie morales #triple frontier #frankie morales fanfiction #pedrostories #50 followers #*throws this at you* ok bai

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wheresarizona · 2 years

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Looking Part 1

summary: You're on patrol with Joel Miller outside of Jackson, admiring the scenery, and he’s admiring something else.

rating: T (Soft Joel Miller, established relationship, post-TLOU 1, flirting, failed attempt at flirting, mentions of sex)

pairing: Joel Miller/f!reader

word count: 1k+

a/n: There will be smut in part 2, like over 2.5k. A fic for my follower celebration for an anon who requested Joel Miller, and the prompt, “Have I told you I love you today?” I figured I’d keep the first part relatively tame because I’m pretty sure they just wanted some soft, fluffy Joel, and I am very happy to provide. Shoutout to my beta invisibleismyname, who is amazing. And also a big thanks to the love of my life, @juletheghoul, who also beta’d. You should check out her amazing Joel series.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Part 2 - Masterlist

You lived in a world where the future was uncertain. You woke up each day with the possibility that it would be your last, but when you moved to Jackson, your chances of survival skyrocketed. For once, since everything had gone to shit, you could relax a little—in the confines of the town walls, you could even let your guard down, not by much, but enough to allow a gruff, hard man to worm his way into your heart, and bed, the two of you deciding that if your days were numbered, you’d go about them together. Tentatively allow yourselves to be happy under the circumstances.

Letting Joel Miller get you a drink in the bar soon after you’d arrived had been the best decision of your entire life, second only to moving to Jackson in the first place. You’d been happily together for over a year, living together in his house, with his adopted daughter, Ellie, taking up residence in the converted garage out back, wanting her own space.

There is a chill in the morning air, the sun beaming down and melting the last remnants of snow high up on the ridge, as you ride astride your horse, Joel on his own beside you and closest to the edge. He is a little behind, allowing you a clear view into the valley below, with the town surrounded by so many green trees and the mountains in the distance towering on the horizon. The view always takes your breath away, the picturesque scene, staring in wonder at how there was still beauty in this desolate world, and you cherish these moments where there are no signs of death—only life, so much beautiful, and rich life.

“This is why I asked Maria for this patrol,” Joel says, pulling you from your reverie.

Your eyebrows furrow as you look at him, finding him watching you with soft eyes and a fond smile on his lips.

He is wearing his blue flannel today, the material stretching tight across those broad shoulders of his. You’d trimmed his hair the night before, his greying waves moving in the breeze, and the bald spots in his patchy beard looking kissable.

“What?” You ask.

“You get this look when you take it all in like you’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Your breath hitches, and eyes go big as saucers like you’re seein’ it for the first time, even though we’ve been through here before,” he smirks. “It’s cute.”

You feel heat creep up your neck that Joel was apparently watching you while you were gazing at the scenery.

“I mean, look at it,” you point towards Jackson. “Have you ever seen anything as gorgeous?” You ask, looking back at him.

His eyes are still on you, not moving to where you indicate.

“Yes, I have,” he nods.

“On one of your many trips across the country?”

Joel had told you every detail about the life he’d lived, and you knew about all of his travels—getting out of Texas, his time in Boston, and him trying to get Ellie to the Fireflies. He’d told you everything that happened when they’d gotten to the lab in Utah, and you’d urged him to tell Ellie the truth about it all, which led to some upset, that was resolved with many apologies and a heart-to-heart.

“No,” he shakes his head. “At the bar in Jackson.”

You scoff.

“The bar is uglier than sin, Joel. What are you talking about?”

“You really wanna know?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Please enlighten me on what could possibly compare to the gorgeousness of all that,” you wave your hand in the direction of the valley you now can’t see because trees are in the way.

“I’m lookin’ at it right now.”

His eyes are still on yours, and you turn your head to look the other way, assuming he’s talking about whatever is over there, seeing dirt and trees on the hill. You frown.

“I mean, I guess the nature is nice,” you concede.

You hear him sigh.

“Are you messin’ with me, baby?”

You look over at him, seeing his lips turned down.

“How am I messing with you? I looked at where you were looking.”

He has one hand on the reins, the other on his hip as he tilts his head.

“I was lookin’ at you.”

You feel your eyes widen as your heart speeds up.

“Oh! Oh my god, you were being romantic.” Your cheeks are heating. “Joel, that is the sweetest fucking thing. I just cannot believe you’d rather look at me than the scenery.”

“Baby, I’d rather look at you than anything else on this godforsaken planet.”

You can see the truth of his words in his gaze, and it makes you feel warm all of a sudden.

“You’re really laying it on thick today. What’s gotten into you?” You ask, adjusting your grip on the reins with one hand, the other smoothing down the horse’s mane.

“Nothin’s gotten into me. Have I told you I love you today?”

The smile he gives you is mischievous, and your eyes narrow.

“You did before we left, and I love you, too, but you’re not going to distract me with your sweet words. You asked Maria specifically for this patrol, and you’re being exceptionally romantic. Something's up. Spill.”

“‘Cause I know how much you enjoy the ride there,” he says, nonchalantly.

“And it has nothing to do with this morning?” Your eyebrow raises.

You’d been interrupted during an intense morning makeout session that was about to turn into something more, by Ellie banging on the front door to let you know it was time to leave.

You see his throat work as he gulps.

“Just thought the ski lodge was better than the lookout,” he says, looking away.

You snort.

“Yes, because it has actual furniture we can fuck on.”

He looks at you, those chocolate brown eyes of his looking hopeful, raising his eyebrow.

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes, Joel,” you giggle. “You weren’t the only one cockblocked.”

Part 2

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minthex · 2 years

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Ice Lolly

tw- smut, friends to lovers, perv!eddie, oral (m receiving) mention, piss kink mention, voyeurism, masturbation, dirty underwear kink/sniffing, corruption kink, cum, nipple play, cheerleader fetish?, implied sub!eddie

minors do not interact/18+ fic

a/n- this is my first ever fic! been reading them for so long now it finally felt time to actually start writing them :) hope its good!!

It had been an ice lolly that set him off that night. You’d invited him over to your house, your parents out of town for the week and not wanting to spend the balmy summer evening alone. It was an entirely innocent invitation; you’d been his best friend for a year or two now, after you’d sat at Hellfire’s lunch table on a dare from the cheer team. It turns out that the cheerleader Eddie had always admired from afar wasn’t just a pretty face, but also exceptionally kind, loving and- most surprising of all- a nerd. He (alongside the other Hellfire boys) had taken to you instantly, discreetly adopting you into Hellfire and giving you a space to finally be yourself. You had to keep up appearances though, never sitting with them at lunch or speaking to them in the hall. Cheerleading was your best route to college and visibly joining Hellfire was a sure fire way to kill all hopes. So Eddie kept your friendship underwraps, spending countless nights with you lounging in his trailer and tumbling into your bedroom through the now permanently open window.

But the only thing he truly, well and truly kept to himself was his ever growing love for you. Before he had always harboured a small crush, not able to forget the pretty cheerleader who never called him a freak, His small crush grew in tandem with his friendship with you. It wasn’t long before he was completely in love, following you like a puppy dog and bending to your every whim. He treated you like a princess; he even let you sit on his throne during Hellfire and play ABBA in his van on drives home. Eddie was entirely enamoured by every aspect of you. And with this love came the inevitable; the completely and utterly consuming desire to fuck you senseless.

Now Eddie wasn’t exactly Hugh Heffener, but he wasn’t a total virgin; there was usually at least one semi-drunk person at The Hideout who had fucking a guitarist on their bucketlist. Still, he felt like a teenager looking through his first dirty magazine when it came to you. First, he blamed the cheerleader uniform. The teeny tiny skirt, far too tight vest and perfect ponytail just begging to be ruined? It was like it was designed to make him nuts. The way the skirt flipped and bounced as you moved made it impossible for him to look anywhere but your ass, sometimes even able to catch a quick flash of your pants. He’d started driving you anywhere you needed, after realising that potholes and driving like a bat fresh out of hell made your tits bounce just right in the almost skin tight vest. The damn uniform had even made its way into his dreams; there had been countless nights that he’d woken up with an almost painful boner from dreaming of your ass bouncing on his cock in that pretty little skirt.

Then it was the v-neck t-shirt you wore to Hellfire one week. It was deep enough he could see the tops of a lace cami poking out. It framed your breasts perfectly, so perfectly he wanted to take a photo and frame it. This alone would’ve been enough, but what really pushed him over the edge was the damn necklace. It was a small and dainty, some sort of flower he didn’t know the name of, and it sat low on your chest. So low that it slotted between your tits perfectly. So perfectly in fact, that he found himself wishing it was his cock slotting between your tits instead. The last thing Eddie thought would happen today was him wishing your damn necklace was his cock, but here he was, desperately wishing it was your tits wrapped around his cock instead of his hand under the table.

After that it was the time you wore his Hellfire shirt to bed. Sure he saw you in a Hellfire shirt every week, but his Hellfire shirt? A whole different story. He hadn’t slept a wink that night, kept up by thoughts of pounding into you from behind while you wore his shirt, making you watch in the mirror how you fell apart on his cock. It didn’t help that halfway through the night you ended up with your back pressed against him, ass pressing directly into his cock. You even kept squirming, and if Eddie didn’t know any better he’d think you were doing it deliberately. He could barely stop himself from slipping his cock in between your legs and fucking you so thoroughly that you woke up cumming.

Then there was the time you asked him to rub sunscreen into your back while you relaxed at Lovers Lake, desperately wishing it was his cum he was massaging into the small of your back. Then one day you were so pissed off by your judgemental, shallow cheerleader friends that you stole a smoke from his pack, alternating between swigging your beer and taking a drag while you went off on a expletive filled rant about your so called friends; this was the day Eddie discovered his corruption kink. Then there was the time you nearly pissed yourself on a pothole ridden drive back to his trailer, helpless and panicked look far too adorable for your own good. Then there was the time he sneaked into your cheerleading practice and found out exactly how flexible you were. Then…. Honestly the list goes on and on. Even the heaving of your breasts when you breathed was enough to rile Eddie up at this point.

But tonight? Tonight was an ice lolly. You’d been lounging on your bed together, fan running and half naked in a desperate attempt to keep cool. Nothing was working; it felt like the devil had made herself at home in Hawkins and dosed the whole town in actual hellfire. So here you lay, some B movie playing on the tv and damp towels in front of all the fans you could find.

“It’s too fucking hot,” you whined, dropping your head onto his chest with a huff. He chuckled, running his hand through your hair.

“There’s not exactly anything I can do about that princess.”

Your groan is muffled by his chest.

“I’m dying here, Eds. I’m a puddle formerly known as y/n,” you turned onto your back, flinging your arm above your head dramatically, “I’m melting, I’m melting!”

Eddie, having narrowly missed being hit in the face by your arm, scoffed and pulled you closer into his side.

“Where’s this Dorothy that's throwing water over you? Get back evil girl, get back!” He tucked you into his side, other arm flapping around wildly trying to fight off the ghost. You giggled, hiding your head in his arm.

“Dorothy wouldn’t need the water if she was here, the witch would just disintegrate from pure hotness. It’s like being in fucking Mordor.”

Eddie gawked,

“She’s pretty and she can make Lord of the Rings references? I think you’re the source of this heat princess.”

You scoff, hitting his chest lighty. The blush overtaking your cheeks doesn’t escape his notice.

“Oh!!” Your sudden exclamation made him jump. You bolted up and down the stairs, leaving a very confused Eddie in your wake. He didn’t even know you could move that quick. You returned to your room as quickly as you left, holding something behind your back. Bouncing back over to him, you landed on his lap and straddled him.

“Strawberry or cherry?” You beamed at him, ice lollies practically shoved in his face.

“Strawberry,” he plucked it from your hand, mirroring your electric smile with a laugh. You flopped down on the bed, legs still draped over him and head now turned towards the tv. The content, comfortable silence settled between the two of you again as you ate.

That was when he made a mistake; he looked over at you. He really hadn’t meant to keep staring. He really hadn’t. But there you were, hollowing out your cheeks to suck on the lolly, tongue licking the iced treat far too sensually. The whole ice lolly disappeared into your mouth, undoubtedly hitting the back of your throat. He was barely able to suppress a groan. What he wouldn’t give for that to be his cock, to have you licking and sucking like it was your last meal.

“You alright, Eds?” The innocent look on your face made him run hot with arousal and embarrassment. Maybe he hadn’t been able to silence himself so well after all.

“Nothing sweets, nothing. I’m gunna to the bathroom real quick,” with a quick kiss to the forehead and passing his ice lolly to you for safe keeping, he was up and headed into the ensuite bathroom. He shut the door, looking down with a groan. The tent in his boxers was entirely unmistakeable. Eddie could only pray you hadn’t seen it, but honestly it wasn’t likely. His hand slipped into his boxers, pulling out his weeping cock and pumping it slowly. He’d lost track of the amount of times he’d gotten himself off in this bathroom. Moving further into the room, he went to settle in his usual spot when he saw them and stopped dead in his tracks.

They were right there. Just sitting there. Right on top of your hamper. They were practically a huge neon sign, screaming ‘notice me! notice me!’ and dancing around in a gorilla costume. Eddie could barely breathe, eyes almost bulging out of his head. Your panties. Right in front of him, in all their baby-pink lacey glory. There was even an adorable little bow on the front, right above- oh my god. He could’ve busted right then and there. There was a small wet patch, clearly the only remaining part of a once larger wet spot. The glorious stain was so obvious Eddie couldn't help but think you’d positioned them just so to tease him. If he hadn't already had a raging hard on, this would’ve been all he needed.

He couldn’t help himself. He grabbed them with his free hand, shoving them against his nose as he pumped his dick with a new found ferocity. The smell nearly sent him to heaven right then and there. Your scent filled his senses, driving him into an even more mind numbing sense of lust. His hand was particularly a blur, driven mad by your scent and the images of you that filled his head. If only it was your pussy grinding on his face, invading his every sense instead of your soiled panties. God he felt dirty, sat in his bestfriends bathroom with her underwear shoved in his face while she was just on the other side of the door. His very best friend, innocent little y/n…. He shoved his fist in his mouth, desperately trying to stifle his moans as he came in your panties. Milky cum leaked out the sides, thoroughly soaking them and ruining them beyond repair. He never lasted long when your panties were involved.

It took him a minute to recover, but he was soon cleaning himself up and putting the ruined pants to one side. He fully intended on taking them home for future use but he didn’t exactly have anywhere to put them. Wearing only boxers has its drawbacks. Placing them on the side, he opened the door and went to fetch his lunchbox.

“Oh thank god, I’m about to fucking piss myself,’ you bolted up the minute he opened the door, pushing past him and into the bathroom. He smiled, still in a post-orgasm haze, and flopping back down on the bed. The door shut behind you, leaving Eddie alone in the bedroom. His mind was still happily floating, relaxing on the bed completely at ease. Maybe he could get you to go to the pool later? Maybe he’d even get to see you in a little string bikini, or- oh fuck. He’d left the ruined panties in there, just lying on top of the hamper filled with his cum. There was no way in hell you wouldn’t see them. Panic rose up in Eddie, quickly assessing easiest ways out of the room. It’s blindingly obvious you’d never invite him back here again. Oh God, what if you told the rest of Hellfire? Maybe he could move…. Before he could plot an escape, the bathroom door opened.

“I knew it.” Your smug voice shocked him out of his moving plans. His panicked eyes looked over to the bathroom door. The sight he was met with made them bulge out of his head.

You stood leading against the doorway, a smirk plastered on your face and eyes twinkling. One arm was above your head and hand in your hair, hip jutting out to make you look like one of the girls in Eddie's well worn magazines. The shirt you had been wearing had disappeared, leaving you entirely topless. Completely and utterly topless. Eddie's eyes couldn’t break away from the sight of your naked breasts. You were mesmerising; he had to pinch his arm extremely hard to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“You knew what?” His voice was surprisingly steady. Your smirk grew even wider, sauntering over to him. Eddie was frozen, feeling like a piece of prey watching a predator stalk them.

“That you’re a dirty perv,” you straddled him with ease, tangling your hands in his hair, “And that you want me.”

Your tits were dangerously close to his face, Eddie barely controlling his urges to run his tongue over your nipples and suck until he couldn’t breathe. He could already feel his cock hardening again.

“Care to explain princess?”

“You’re not exactly subtle, Eds,” your giggle only making your tits bounce invitingly, “There’s only so many ways you can hide a boner. And you have this very specific expression you make.”

He could feel his face heating up. He buried his face in your neck with a groan, only making you giggle more.

“How obvious is it?” his voice was barely audible from your neck.

“Only obvious to me, baby. I don’t think any of the guys notice how flustered you get just from me wearing a low cut top or sleeping in your Hellfire shirt.”

Eddie raised his face at this, looking you in the eye with a slightly devilish smile. His hands start gliding over your body, pulling you even closer.

“Those are two very specific things there princess. Two extremely specific things in fact. Were you getting me riled up on purpose?”

It was your turn to go slightly red with embarrassment. Your smirk remained however, rolling your hips ever so slightly. Eddie's hands gripped your hips.

“Wanted to see how long it would take for you to actually make a move,” you replied with a shrug, placing your hands over his, “I thought particularly grinding on you while wearing your shirt would do it, but apparently not. Instead you just kept staring and shoving my panties in your face.”

You moved his hands up, placing them on your tits. Eddie entirely short-circuited.

“I like you too, by the way,” you whispered in his ear, lightly grinding your hips on his cock. You nipped at his neck with enough force to leave a small hickey. This snapped Eddie back to reality. He tangled one of his hands in your hair, pulling you into a searing kiss. He kissed you like you were his oxygen. Moans filled the room, hands roaming everywhere as you battled for dominance. Eddie’s free hand played with your nipple mercilessly, pinching and pulling until you mewled. You were the one to eventually pull away, panting and moaning as he moved his other hand to your neglected breast.

“Very smug for perv,” he emphasised every word with a twist. With yet another moan you pulled him in for a kiss.

“You have no idea,” you whispered, moving his hand to your still clothed pussy. His breath hitched in his throat.

You were wearing the cum-filled panties.

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inkedtae · 1 year

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lurking in the dark ⇾ kth [M]

↳ written for @jamaisjoons 's happy hentaiween collab

⌁ pairing; bogeyman!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre; monster au, s2l, pwp, angst, horror smut, 18+

⌁ word count; 7.5k

⌁ summary; don’t look. it’s best to stay tucked under the covers. folktales warn against acknowledging him. it only strengthens his power. yet, he is all you want to think about.

⌁ warnings; dark themes: mentions and depictions of violence, death, and smoking (cigarettes), mentions and possession of weapons, explicit sex: dom!taehyung, sub!reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral (f. receiving), size kink, praise kink, masturbation (f.), degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f.), finger sucking, choking, edging, teasing, biting, manhandling, light breast play, cum play, spit play

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Virgil Manor sits on the edge of town square, festering in a dark pocket of superstition and paranoia. A pile of chipped bricks, wood and plaster all glued together to form an irregular, slanted rectangle that looms over Blue Haven. The white paint has faded, turned a murky grey, and shutters have almost rotted from a bright pink to a mouldy green. The rusted metal bars, bolted over the windows, do not make the sight any more appealing.

In 1910, Blue Haven was a trading port, and the mayor insisted on living in a house that was grand enough to look over at the sea. It took three years to build the manor, production briefly interrupted by a wave of civil unrest. Taxes were a pain back then too, the cost of living too expensive, and hunger plagued the little town. Civilians rallied and burned the homes of the less guarded, easily accessible aristocrats.

Starved and furious, scorned from the fire, a member of the aristocratic Kim family (his name scribbled out of every history book) stormed the Virgil Manor. He’d just heard his little brother’s cries, his mother wailing, pleading for help. He witnessed his father hurry back into the flaming house and the structure explode from the pressure. Motionless, he stood in the woods as the mob moved to the next house. They say the smoke burned his eyes black, poisoned him with a wrath worthy of destroying worlds.

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Unlucky: Steve Harrington x Fem!Subject!Reader

Chapter Three: Jonathan, Nancy and Steve

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Plot: Tini joins forces with Nancy and Jonathan in an effort to find Eleven, Will and Barb. While gathering supplies to find the creature in the woods, she meets the King of Hawkins High under less than friendly circumstances.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: slight language, violence, blood, bullying, cops, mention of sex, no use of y/n

A/N: First off, just want to say thanks to everyone who has been reading along and commenting such nice things! It makes me so happy that people are enjoying this weird idea I had in my head. Secondly, because I've been getting asked this, there is no set schedule for when I post pics. It's all dependent on work/personal life/health. I'm aiming to get out one chapter a week but there's also other fics I have to work on so it's pretty fluid. However, I'm really enjoying working on this so I'm trying to make time in my schedule for it. Hope you enjoy this one! We finally get to meet a certain someone 😉

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Jonathan ended up driving us back to Nancy’s house. Nancy had offered to put me up for the night, a kind gesture I thought might have also been a cry for help. She was in no state to be left alone.

The only catch was…I had to scale Nancy’s house.

It was only a problem for Jonathan, who was adamant about making sure Nancy was alright. I was better than great at climbing. And unlike four years before, my landing on Nancy’s carpeted floor was much more graceful.

“How are you so good at that?” Jonathan grunted, pulling himself over the windowsill.

“You learn a few things living on the street,” I remarked, brushing some dirt off my palms.

I was stunned by Nancy’s room. It had a beautiful white bed with blankets that looked much less scratchy than the ones at shelters. The wallpaper was pink and white striped, reminding me of candy canes. There were pictures of flowers hung on the walls. It was big enough so you didn’t feel squished, but small enough to feel cozy. I tried not to let my sadness show, I’d always dreamed of having a bedroom like it to come home to. It was another reminder that there was a big separation between most girls…and me.

Nancy walked in, having entered through the front door to make it seem like she came home alone. The more time had passed in the car, the quieter she’d gotten. She was barely able to move, hand still resting on the doorknob as she shut the door. Jonathan was restrained, clearly wanting to run and comfort her but not wanting to cause her any more discomfort. He guided Nancy to the edge of her bed, quietly assuring her that she was safe and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.

Nervous and unsure as to what I was supposed to do, I awkwardly settled on the floor near Nancy’s feet. I hardly knew her and doubted she’d want a stranger so close to her. Still wanting to find a way to be of some help, I reached up and placed a hand on Nancy’s knee.

“I need to take a shower,” were the first words out of her mouth after we sat in silence for several minutes. She dropped the blanket and slowly, cautiously, made her way out of the room.

Jonathan and I remained still, running the night’s events over in our heads. Not only was I still terrified that I hadn’t found Eleven, now I’d gotten myself deeper in the Upside Down craze seemingly taking over the town. Worse, there was a good chance that Eleven had been taken by the same monster who had taken Will, shut off from me. And there was the small fact that I was spending the night with complete strangers.

“So all you know about what happened in the woods is what you told us?” Jonathan finally broke the silence.

“Yes,” I confirmed, “I probably know less than you do.” “And you can’t tell us how you know about it,” he stated, trying to sum up the little I’d revealed to him in the car.

“Correct,” I nodded, looking up at him, “And you’re 100% sure that your brother and Nancy’s friend are stuck in the weird tree hole thing with whatever thing Nancy saw?”

Jonathan rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed a hand over his face. He seemed like one of those people that acted much older than they actually were. “After tonight,” he paused before nodding, “Yeah.”

I inhaled deeply, hugging my knees and resting my chin on them. “So how do we rescue them?”

“I don’t know,” Jonathan replied shakily, he rose and began looking around the room for something, “We need to get some sleep, figure things out in the morning…I can drive you to the police station, you can file a missing person’s report for your sister-“

“No,” I scrambled to my feet as if Jonathan had already taken me, “No police.”

“Wait, why no police?” he turned and faced me. I quickly tried to think up an explanation that didn’t make me sound insane, though that was almost a lost cause. “Because…they won’t take me seriously. If I go and say that I think my sister’s been taken by some…tree monster…they’ll think I’m crazy.”

Jonathan chortled, “Clearly you haven’t met my mom.”

As much as I hated it, what he’d said in the woods was right. It wasn’t safe to be out so late when there was a killer creature on the loose, even for someone with abilities like mine. I hated myself for giving up the search for Eleven for the night, but she needed me alive more than she needed me to be a hero. My only hope was that I was wrong and she had gone back to Mike’s house. The thought of finding her tucked away in his basement the next morning calmed me down somewhat…

“Your sister,” Jonathan said, “How old is she?”

“She’s about twelve,” I answered, smiling softly at the memories of her as a child. The rare ones that didn’t cause pain.

Jonathan gave the same melancholy smile that could only come from an older brother or sister, “That’s how old Will is.” Feeling a wave of compassion, I reached forward and held Jonathan’s wrist. “You don’t know me, you have no reason to trust me, but I promise…I’ll do whatever I can to help you get your brother back.”

Tears came to Jonathan’s eyes, he did the sniffle that I’d seen a lot of men do before when they didn’t want people to see they were crying. “Thank you,” he gulped, “And I promise I’ll help you find your sister.”

I squeezed his hand and tried to smile, tried not to panic at the belief I already had in someone I hardly knew. But I didn’t have to read their minds to know that Jonathan and Nancy were good people, trustworthy people. If I had to band together with anyone in Hawkins, I had a feeling I’d be okay with them. “I can turn around or something,” Jonathan offered, “If you need to get changed.”

“Oh, right,” I said, grabbing my backpack and pulling out the single pair of pajamas I kept for myself, “I’ll just go in here.”

I opened Nancy’s closet doors, scrunched down to fit inside and shimmied into my clothes. The dark helped nothing and I was fairly certain I’d put my sweater on backwards, but it would have to do for the night. As I opened the door, Jonathan peeked past me and grabbed a floral sleeping bag, rolling it out on the ground.

Nancy walked back in, clean and moving just as slow as she had when she left. Jonathan and I looked up at her expectantly, “Better?” She nodded and crossed her arms over her chest, “Yeah.”

“Is this okay?” Jonathan asked, “Uh, I found it in the closet. I can go home,” he stammered, “I just figured—“

“Yeah, no,” Nancy shook her head, “I…I don’t wanna be alone.” There was a change in the air the moment the two of them came together. Jonathan became much more nervous than how he acted around me. I couldn’t speak as much to Nancy, but it was clear that there was…something between them.

I cleared my throat and gestured to the cushioned seat at Nancy’s window, “I can scrunch up here for the night.”

“No, no,” Nancy jumped to attention, “You can sleep in the bed with me.” “Oh, no,” I quickly shot her down, “I-I don’t want to be a bother.” “No, really,” she pushed back, clearly the ‘not alone’ wish included me, “It’s okay.” I relented, going to the other side of the bed and pulling back the sheets. Nancy climbed in and the two of us shifted a bit awkwardly, trying to give each other enough personal space to not feel cramped. I was clinging to the edge, feeling like I was taking up far too much room in a stranger’s territory. “Do you want the lights off or—“ Jonathan began from the floor.

“On,” Nancy cut him off.

A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between us before Jonathan spoke up again. “You know, it…it can’t get us in here,” he offered.” Nancy took a breath, “We don’t know that.”

Shutting my eyes, I tucked my hands under Nancy’s pillows and began telling myself the same comfortable lies I had been trying to all evening. Eleven was at Mike’s house, she was in the basement being fed Eggos and was perfectly fine. I’d be alive in the morning, I’d find her perfectly content with the boys and then we could continue trying to to help find Will…

It was the only thing I had to cling to.

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The sound of pages turning woke me up.

I was a light sleeper to begin with, living in places where what precious few things you owned could be taken from you would do that to a person. When I woke up in Nancy’s bed, it was one of the first times I’d ever woken up and not felt like I was in some sort of danger.

“Hi,” I mumbled, looking up at a hunched over Nancy.

“Hey,” she replied, not turning away from the book she was studying, “Did I wake you up?”

“No,” I slowly sat up, rubbing at one of my eyes, “Well, yeah, but it’s fine. Did you sleep at all?”

Nancy shook her head, “Every time I close my eyes, I just…keep seeing that…thing. Wherever I was, that place…I think that it lives there. It was feeding there, on a dying deer that Jonathan and I found. That means that if…” she inhaled, “If Will and my friend Barb…”

I didn’t know what to say, how could you comfort someone when you were just as scared? Clearly whoever crossed the creature’s path suffered an awful fate, I couldn’t bear to think about Eleven in its clutches.

“Hey,” Jonathan’s voice startled me, he’d woken up while Nancy and I talked and was coming to take a seat next to Nancy, “My mom said she talked to Will. If he’s alive, there’s a chance Barbara is, too.”

I made a mental note to ask what he meant about his mom later. “That means that she’s trapped, in that place…” Nancy paused, “We have to find it again.” Jonathan looked confused, “You wanna go back out there?” “We have to find it somehow,” I added my voice to the mix, “Even if you two don’t come with, I’m going.”

“Maybe we don’t have to,” Nancy said, “When I saw it, it was feeding on that deer. Meaning it’s…it’s a predator, right?”

“Right,” Jonathan nodded, I mimicked as if I knew what the word predator meant.

“And it seems to hunt at night, like a…” Nancy flipped a page in the wildlife book she was reading, “A lion or a coyote. But it doesn’t hunt in packs like them. It’s always alone, like…like a bear. But remember at Steve’s, when Barb cut herself?” More nodding as if I understood who she was talking about and what had happened.

“Then, last night, the deer…” Nancy continued, looking to Jonathan.

“It was bleeding too,” he finished.

“So it’s like a shark?” I interjected, hoping I didn’t sound stupid, “They like blood, right?” “Exactly,” Nancy said definitively, flipping a few pages in the book till she found the chapter about sea creatures, “Sharks can detect blood in one part per million. That’s one drop of blood in a million, and they can smell it from a quarter mile away.” The pieces were beginning to connect. “So you’re saying it can detect blood?” Jonathan asked.

“It’s just a theory,” Nancy replied quietly. “But a good one,” I confirmed. “We could test it,” Jonathan shrugged slightly, “But if it works…” It would attack.

“At least we’ll know it’s coming,” Nancy finished, looking to Jonathan.

Suddenly, it was like I wasn’t there. The air had changed again as soon as Nancy and Jonathan had looked into each other’s eyes. I’d have thought I was crazy if I hadn’t been watching their hands slowly crawl towards one another until they were clasped.

The sudden turning of the door knob startled all three of us.

“Honey, are you up?” a female voice called.

“Yeah, I’m…” Nancy shouted, “I’m getting dressed.”

“I, uh, made some blueberry pancakes.” “I’ll be down in a second,” Nancy winced.

I pressed my hand to my chest, trying to calm my heart down into realizing it didn’t need to react so strongly. Nobody was coming for me, nobody was going to force their way through the door and take me anywhere…

“Your mom doesn’t knock?” Jonathan joked, bringing a small smile to Nancy’s face.

“I need to get out of here if she’s going to keep coming up,” I slid off the bed and went to find my clothes from the night before. “We can slip out the window,” Nancy suggested.

The three of us quickly moved around the room, Jonathan putting on his sweater and Nancy and I grabbing our clothes. Nancy took my hand and pulled me to the door, “Stay quiet.” Peeking out the door and seeing the coast was clear, we crossed the short distance to the bathroom. Nancy locked the door and turned her back to me, “We have to be fast, we’ve only got maybe five more minutes before my mom comes back up.”

“Got it,” I began to undress, “Thank you for letting me stay here. You really didn’t need to.” “No, of course,” she said, “It’s so unfair that people have to live like that.”

I shrugged into my sweater, wishing I could tell her the half of how I actually lived. “Well, it was really nice of you. I won’t forget it.”

“How could you?” she replied, “I don’t think I’d forget what happened last night either.”

The two of us shared a shy laugh as we finished dressing. After, we snuck back into Nancy’s room.

Jonathan was dressed to go, already opening the window so we could make our escape. He tossed Nancy the bat he’d been carrying the night before while I slung my backpack over my shoulders. I slipped out the window first, holding onto the drain pipe for dear life as I took careful steps down the roof. Sitting down once I couldn’t go any further, I clutched the edge before swinging over and landing on the pavement. Nancy threw me down the bat and followed, Jonathan brought up our rear. The three of us ran to the car that Jonathan had parked a ways down the street so Nancy’s family couldn’t see it. Climbing in the backseat and buckling myself in, I concentrated and telepathically tried to reach Eleven…

If you’re still there…I’m coming…just hang on.

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If I was to find one good thing about the day, it was driving through downtown Hawkins.

I’d spent the last four years hiding in shelters and under bridges, only slipping into diners on the edges of different cities. As Jonathan drove past different stores and restaurants, passing people of all ages living all different sorts of lives, I couldn’t help but smile. It was exciting.

Jonathan parked outside a shop he said sold all the supplies we’d need to construct the trap Nancy and him had planned out. I didn’t know what half the things they’d described were so I’d just sat quietly, stared out the window and agreed whenever they asked for my opinion. I followed around the store feeling painfully stupid.

When we got to the checkout counter, the worker raised both eyebrows at the pile of goods we were buying.

“And I’ll have four boxes of the .38s,” Jonathan added.

Finally, I got tired of not understand and leaned over to Nancy. If I wanted to know what everybody was talking about, I had to start asking. “What are .38s?”

“Bullets,” Jonathan mumbled as the guy handed him the small boxes.

“What you kids doin’ with all this?” he asked.

Nancy, Jonathan and I shared a look. “Monster hunting,” Nancy answered, a shockingly acceptable answer for the man.

The three of us left with our hands full of supplies, Jonathan and I both chortling. “Monster hunting…” I repeated, “Does Hawkins get a lot of that?” Nancy chuckled, staring off into the distance after. “You know, last week I was shopping for a new top I thought Steve might like. It took me and Barb all weekend,” she mused, loading the supplies into Jonathan’s car, “It seemed life or death, you know? And…and now—“

“You’re shopping for bear traps with Jonathan Byers,” Jonathan finished, “What’s the weirdest part? Me or the bear trap?”

“You,” Nancy smiled, and there they were acting as if they’d known each other for much much longer…”Definitely you.”

“I’m typically the weirdest part of any story,” I stated, helping Jonathan shut the trunk. The three of us laughed. “Not this time,” Jonathan smiled.

A car honked loudly as it passed us, “Hey, Nancy! Can’t wait to see your movie.”

“What the hell was that?” Jonathan asked as we watched the driver speed off.

“I don’t know,” Nancy muttered. She turned around and I watched as her eyes widened.

“Nancy?” I looked after her, Jonathan and I both following her as she walked away from us, “Nancy, what’s wrong?”

Her walk turned to a run quickly and soon, Jonathan and I were chasing after her. “Nancy, wait!” he yelled.

We followed her across the road until she stopped in front of the movie theater, a place I’d only been in once in a Hawkins-like town in Illinois. She stared up at the board that announced what they were showing, spray painted letters reading ’Starring Nancy The Slut Wheeler’ below ‘All The Right Moves.’

“Wait…what does that mean? 'Slut?'” I whispered to Jonathan.

“Nothing good,” he answered.

A hissing sound came from nearby, I knew exactly what it belonged to having camped near several graffiti artists. Nancy ran towards the noise, Jonathan and I calling for her as we followed. Jonathan, not that coordinated of a runner, definitely couldn’t keep up with her. I, however, was probably faster than both of them and was able to catch up to Nancy easily. When I found her in the alleyway, she was marching towards a group of teenagers, one of them holding a spray paint can. I was more than surprised when she walked up to one and slapped him across the face.

“What is wrong with you?” she yelled.

“What’s wrong with me?” the one she’d slapped repeated, “What’s wrong with you? I was worried about you. I can’t believe that I was worried about you.” “What are you talking about?” “I wouldn’t lie if I were you,” one of the girls said, “You wouldn’t want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?”

“Hey,” I stared her down, coming to stand behind Nancy, “There’s no need for that.” The girl laughed at me, turning back to her friends as if I wasn’t real. “Wow, did Little Miss Priss get lucky twice? Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Everything they were saying was foreign to me. “Speak of the devil,” the boy Nancy hadn’t slapped said, looking behind us. Jonathan had finally caught up.

“You came by last night?” Nancy asked the guy in front of her.

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” the girl who’d been mocking Nancy and I continued, “Does she get a prize?”

Nancy hurriedly took a breath, “Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.” “What, you just let him into your room to…” the brunette glared towards Jonathan, “Study? Or for another pervy photo session?”

I didn’t have a clue about who he was or his relation to Nancy, but he kept taking it one step further than it needed to go. My hesitation to step in was quickly disappearing…

“We were just—“ Nancy began to argue.

“You were just what?” the guy interrupted her, “Finish the sentence.”

He took a step forward and inched towards Nancy’s face, “Finish the sentence.”

Nancy stood there, chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to collect herself. The guy looked her up and down before scoffing, “Go to hell, Nancy.”

“Come on, Nancy,” Jonathan pulled her arm while I reached for her other, “Let’s just leave.”

I corralled Nancy away from the group while Jonathan tried to block the brunette from getting any closer to her. “You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer,” he shoved Jonathan’s back, “But I guess you’re just a little screw-up like your father.”

He continued to push Jonathan, even as I let go of Nancy and tried to pull Jonathan away. “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That house is full of screw-ups. You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw-ups in your family.” “Jonathan,” Nancy said, he’d stopped walking by then and so had we, “Leave it.”

“I mean, your mom…” the brunette continued, “I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother-“

Without a second thought, I spun around on my heel and cut him off mid-sentence with a firm punch to the chin. His friends exclaimed as he stumbled backwards, cradling his face.

“Sorry,” I seethed, making sure to lock eyes with him, “I was aiming for the mouth,” I turned to Nancy and Jonathan, “Let’s go.”

“Oh, that makes perfect sense,” the brunette kept going, his speech only slightly affected from my hit, “Have a girl fight your fights for you, Byers. Can’t even do it yourself. It makes total sense! I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers, their family, is a disgrace to the entire—“

Finally snapping, Jonathan turned around and punched the guy so hard he fell into some railing. After realizing what had just happened, he lunged at Jonathan and tacked him to the hood of the nearby car before throwing him to the ground. “Jonathan!” I cried. “Steve!” Nancy yelled at the same time, finally giving me a name to call the asshole.

Jonathan gained the upper hand and flipped Steve over, trying to land a blow but Steve was able to wiggle out of it. Jonathan was finally able to get a hit in, sending Steve stumbling. “Get in there,” one of the girls shouted to the other guy, “He’s going to hurt himself!”

Just as the other guy was pulling Jonathan to him, I stepped forward and landed a kick to his stomach, throwing him back. “I wouldn’t,” I warned. “Hey! Hey! Get out of here!” Steve pulled his friend away from Jonathan and I, “Get out of here! Get out of here!”

Jonathan took a swing that Steve easily dodged, throwing a punch that sent Jonathan spinning. I braced him so he wouldn’t go down and he turned around to nail Steve.

“Jonathan! Stop!” Nancy cried, “You’re going to hurt him!” But he was too far gone, pushed too far. Jonathan punched Steve again before kneeling on him and getting in a few more hits. Once I heard police sirens, I knew the fight needed to end immediately or else I was in danger. “Jonathan, we need to leave!” I shouted, he couldn’t hear me.

“Guys!” Nancy tried once more, “Jonathan, get off of him! Stop it!”

“Cops!” Steve’s friend shouted, “Come on!”

“Jonathan! You have to stop!” Nancy tried to grab Jonathan’s arm, “Stop it!”

“Hey, he’s had enough, man!” Steve’s friend pulled at Jonathan, “I said he’s had enough!”

Jonathan shoved at the other guy and went back to attacking Steve, the cop car pulling up behind us and two getting out. They both reached for Jonathan, trying to pull him away, and Jonathan jerked backwards. One of them fell back onto the other car, clutching his nose.

“Shit,” I whispered through my hands. Jonathan was yanked off of Steve by the uninjured cop and thrown against the hood of the car while Steve’s friend pulled him away to safety. They ran off, along with the girls, while the cop with the bloody nose chased after them. Nancy and I stood in the middle of it all, panic reaching my throat at what would happen if the cops saw my already bruising knuckles. Nancy looked like she was panicking herself, I busied myself with wrapping my arms around her and trying to comfort her.

Jonathan’s rights were read to him before the cop dragged him off to their vehicle, his car keys having fallen on the ground. Nancy kneeled down to grab them, “Come on, we need to follow him.”

“To the station?” I squeaked.

“Yes,” she replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Come on!”

The cop car pulled out of the alleyway with Nancy already running off back towards Jonathan’s car. I stood frozen, my streak of courage leaving as quick as it had come. As long as I kept to myself, the cops couldn’t find any reason to ask me questions. I took a shaking breath and ran after Nancy, catching up to her quickly.

“Are you okay?” I asked as we reached the car.

“No,” she climbed in the front seat, “I can’t believe that just happened.” It was clear that Nancy had never been violent in her life, whereas I had witnessed my share in sixteen years. Both in the lab and on the streets. It was how I knew how to throw a punch.

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” I lied, beginning to feel the pain in my hand. We pulled out of our parking space and Nancy began to drive us to the station. “So…that was Steve?” Nancy sighed, “Yeah…” “Steve that you were shopping for tops for all last weekend?”

“Yeah.”

I hummed in reply, “I don’t think he was worth it.” Nancy chuckled sadly, “You shouldn’t have hit him.” “What was I supposed to do?” I shrugged, rubbing my wrist, “He was insulting you! And Jonathan.”

The quiet noise from the radio filled the silence as we drove. After a few seconds, Nancy spoke up. “Thank you.”

I smiled slightly, “You’re welcome.”

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r No One Could Love You More & Some Forever written in the same universe? i just happened to read em back to back & realized how well they slot together, haha. either way – LOVE your writing, i’m completely enamored, thank u for it !!!!! steve & eddie truly are the guys ever <3

Oh wow what a fun ask! So funny enough, those two fics are not actually in the same universe. BUT my second ST fic, Literally and Figuratively, was meant to be the first in a series of fics all set in the same universe, the main one being a multi-chapter "fake dating" Steddie fic that took place between August and December 1986. (I say fake dating in quotes because one of them thinks they're dating and the other doesn't, lol.) There was also going to be another one-shot focusing on Robin and Nancy's friendship but uhhhhhh obviously I haven't. Written those, yet. I'm gonna get there!!! If you'll indulge me anon, I do have some thoughts about how Steve and Eddie got together in No One Could Love You More:

It takes a few days after being taken off the ventilator for Eddie to come back into himself and become lucid again. To him, everything during that time felt watery and dreamy and half-fake, and he couldn't differentiate between what was real and what wasn't. (He was also hopped up on, like, so many drugs.) So he has no memory of calling Steve baby. And he doesn't find out about it until way later, like after he's released from the hospital. (Sidebar I have a couple rotating ideas about where Eddie and Wayne live post-Vecna. The government always sets them up somewhere but depending on what I'm working on it changes. Sometimes it's a new trailer, like in Some Forever. Sometimes it's a cute little ranch house like in the linked fic series I mentioned above. I think in this universe they're temporarily put up in a shitty motel and Eddie gets so claustrophobic he spends every waking moment at Steve's.) So they're hanging out at Steve's, talking about whatever, and Eddie says something kind of teasing and unthinkingly tacks "baby" onto the end of it out of habit. And it kinda, well, comes out. That this is not the first time Eddie called him that. And Eddie is mortified. Putting aside his growing and unwieldy crush on Steve he's pretty sure he just tanked any chance of a friendship with this guy. So he tries to gather his stuff and get the hell out of dodge except he can't leave because he hasn't been cleared to drive yet and Steve picked him up so he's just going to have to walk the nine miles back to the shitty motel on the edge of town and wow his physical therapist is not going to like that— But Steve stops him. "I liked it," he says, so softly Eddie almost doesn't hear him. "When you called me that." "Yeah?" "Yeah. I want you to do it again." He takes both of Eddie's hands in his own, his eyes soft and honey-warm and sincere. "I want you to do it forever."

#thank you so much for the ask and thank you for reading!!! I'm glad you enjoyed them!!!#this answer got a little rambly sorry I started it hours ago and then stopped and picked it up again eheheh #steddie #stranger things

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Hello, I Love You(1)

Request: hello! I saw that your requests were open so i really wanted to rq a namjoon x reader one! i'm not sure if you do light yandere but if you don't, it's alright i have two possible ones! 1. namjoon is a therapist, with y/n deciding to try therapy again as she does have some daddy issues. He's really attracted to her and uses the information and insecurities she tells him to use it against her. she does fall for him too, with him always there 4 her. happy ending, smut too? thanks!! 2. Bodyguard, buff!joon who is a huge simp for reader. He's literally always beside her and protects her from everything. Being so tall, muscular, handsome, and kind really attracts her to him. He occasionally flirts with her, and she does it too. However, they both thought the other didnt like each other that way, just platonically. they somehow get together in the end though! idiots to lovers, smut and angst please!! thank you sm!

Member: Soft Yandere! Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, slow burn,

Word Count: 2,010

Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide, self-harm, therapy, negligent parents, bribery, age gap, crossing professional boundaries, forceful hug,

A/N: so, I decided to actually make the reader from “The Lies Your Eyes Tell” so this is kinda like a series continuation of that with how the reader processes Jin’s death, how she comes to terms with it and how she moves on from it. I love that this requester gave this long detailed request for one of 2 stories and as much as I liked the bodyguard idea there are just so many bodyguard au's and I don’t see a lot of therapist ones so I wanted to do something different. Now you don’t need to read TLYET to understand this story but it would be a good idea to read it so you can understand who the reader was before the incident in this fic, this whole fic was inspired by Hello, I Love You by Adore Delano, but this chapter was inspired by Toy by Block B. anyway REQUESTS ARE OPEN BUYMEACOFFEE’S ARE ALWAYS WRITTEN FIRST AND POSTED THE DAY OF THE REQUEST.

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Life has not been kind to you, the days passing after Seokjin shot himself you’ve become silent. The memory of the shouting match that drove him over the edge on repeat in your head. His funeral was attended by the whole town, excluding you. The Kim’s were a wealthy bunch, the most influential family in your little town; you’ve always heard the rumors of them being a troubled bunch and only after Jin’s passing you could try to understand why he was so desperate for you to love him back. His mother was a ruthless debutante, she ruled her family with an iron fist. You can remember how she walked into your house as you sat on your couch in shock after the police had arrived

*Flashback*

“J-Jin p-please put the gun down” you cry shakily. He shakes his head forcefully “you don’t care about me Y/n, you don’t love me”

“Yes, I do, I love you Jin please” he shakes his head in denial “you hate me I'm a psycho remember, you want me to leave you alone right y/n” your eyes widen as he approaches you “RIGHT Y/N! ANSWER ME YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE YOU ALONE, RIGHT?! RIGHT!?” “YES, PLEASE FUCK LEAVE ME ALONE JIN I CAN'T BREATHE I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE GO AWAY”

It all happens so fast before you can even process it you can hear a loud BANG and feel a warm liquid splatter onto your face as you let out a loud scream as you see Jins lifeless body drop on the floor in front of you. The screams continuously releasing themselves from your throat, as you stared at his lifeless figure on the floor your voice dulls. A warmth spreading through you as you stare down at your shaky blood-spattered hands.

a small sinister smile spreads across your lips.

The strong metallic smell burning at your nose, bile rising in your throat as you scramble for your discarded phone. Quickly dialing 911

“911 where is your emergency?” the operator states. You stare back at Jin’s body, your hands shaking; voice lost

“Hello?” the operator calls out softly. You stutter out your address. “h-he I-I'm I-” you gasp out. “t-there’s blo-od ev-everywhe-re I-I h-he-he wouldn’t put it down I-I th-think h-he's”

“Okay I need you to take a breath what happened?” the operator asks calmly. You slowly explain as the operator reassures a patrol officer has been dispatched to your location, you sit frozen across the room staring at Jin’s body lying in the middle of the floor.

“I need you to open the door the officer is there, okay?” the operator calls out. You slowly crawl over to the door.

Time passing in slow motion, you at in shock staring out your front window a thin figure obscuring your view. Wide eyed and in shock your eyes trail over the lanky woman. An envelope extended from her hand; you stare at her confused.

“I apologize for my son inconveniencing you, I will pay to have your clothes and house cleaned. This (she gestures to the envelope) is for your discretion” She states sternly. A bored glare on her face as you send her another confused stare. “We do not need to disclose to anyone that my failure of a son shot himself, that would not reflect well on our family nor our business. Take this and let me be rid of another headache Seokjin has caused me” She snaps dropping the assumed check in your lap as she stomps off.

“Always leaving a mess wherever you go Seokjin, even in death you ruin everything” she spits toward his body being carted off by the coroner. The sudden need to say something to him over takes you as you dash toward his body, “c-can I-I say something to him?” I ask the coroner. “P-please?” I beg. They nod softly, you notice the confusion on their face.

You let your hand caress his cheek softly “I-I’m sorry” your finger feeling the entrance wound, you suppress a cry. “I-I did-didn’t w-want you to die.” you say with finality.

*Present*

That day haunting your mind every day. You spend hours seated in the same spot staring at what used to be stained with Jin’s blood. So much so your negligent parents finally putting a stop to it on your 18th birthday, 4 months after the incident. Your mother discovering the cuts you began placing on your arms in the past few weeks. With her reputation at risk, she quickly called her therapists office, getting you set up with your first appointment within a couple of hours; due to her status.

So here you sat, in the waiting room, staring at the door that read KIM NAMJOON. Your leg shaking rapidly, your lip cemented between your teeth. Your mother quickly elbowing your side “stop shaking so much, and take your lip from between your teeth he’s going to think you have no manners.” you nod quickly looking toward the ground.

“Y/F/N” You hear as the door in front of you creaks open. You and your mother slowly stand up. “Ms. L/N I'm sorry but this is a private session and I do see in Y/N’s file you filled out she turned 18 last week so unfortunately you will have to stay out here” The therapist states, as your eyes slowly trail from his shoes to his face. Your heart racing as his beauty entrances you.

You walk past him as he closes the door behind you. He walks toward the desk, taking a seat in the large chair behind it as he grabs a file opening it and types on his computer. You stand frozen by the door. “You can take a seat” he states curtly gesturing to the chairs placed front of the desk. You nod and slowly make your way into a seat. “So, Y/N I see you recently witnessed a friend’s suicide, my condolences” His eyes trail over you as you nod, he begins typing something into the computer as you answer.

“Do you know why you’re here today?” his voice is soft, almost concerned, again you nod. This time you lift your long sleeves showing him the intricate lines you’ve made in your flesh. He nods curtly “do you talk?” you shake your head no. “Well, that’s okay we can just sit here in silence if that’s what you would prefer.” He says with a soft smile. You give him a confused look “everyone processes grief differently, some become exceptionally outspoken, some go mute, some deny, some become obsessed with death” answering your unasked question.

For the rest of your time, you sat and looked all over the office, eventually he provided you with a book “sorry it’s the only one I have but it's better than doing nothing especially when we have another hour” you smile softly and began reading. Every so often your mind would go from the pages in front of you to the male behind the desk. He sure was handsome, the intense focus he had as he worked on the computer in front of him; the plumpness of his lips. Your eyes trailing to his hands as he typed. His fingers long, and smooth.

If this were a different time you would have flirted, played coy acted shy; like you did with Jin a voice whispered in your head. But times change people change, and you acting like that brought Jin to his knees. Soon your first session was over.

Each week brought you another hour and a half with Namjoon by week 9 you’ve grown comfortable with your time with Namjoon. He’d always inquire about your progress and has even convinced you to actually answer your prescreening questionnaire through writing your answers to his questions to him. He never pushes you to talk. Recently you’ve also noticed how he’s been asking questions that show genuine interest in your wellbeing. You learn he is 27, graduated top of his class; and has traveled.

You feel wrong as you have developed quite the crush on him, the many times you have wished he weren't your therapist, or you hadn’t sworn off dating; due to his suggestion to help you fully understand yourself as Namjoon had once said. You’ve spent your days taking part in a new job on his suggestion and you can feel your life genuinely changing for the better. You’re slowly working on moving out of your parents' house as it was “the location for your trauma” as Namjoon put it. You’ve found yourself opening up again, still never saying a word in your sessions but your silence never felt judged.

You feel excited as you sit in the familiar seat. “So, Y/n how was this week?” Namjoon asked sliding a pen and paper over to you. You smile and slide it back to him “it went well I put a deposit on an apartment” you state. Namjoon’s eyes are wide as he stares at you mouth agape. “u-uh” he swallows quickly. “s-sorry y-you talked!” he exclaimed excitedly. “O-oh y-yeah I-I can talk” you state awkwardly staring down at your hands. “No, it's not that I mean- you never- well it's just I wasn’t expecting you to have such a beautiful voice” He mutters. “I'm sorry let me start over” He blushes embarrassed. “The apartment, when do you move in”

“Next month! I have been taking extra shifts. You were right, honestly, my mother and the memory of Jin was draining me, every time I saw that spot when I walked in the house I would be sucked right back into that day” you say softly. “I think you know me better than I know myself” you didn’t know it but Namjoon's heart swelled in his chest. How he’s longed to hear your voice. Your words just igniting a fire within him, he’s always thought you were beautiful. The many nights he’s pleasured himself to the thought of you were countless. He started having you as his last appointments for the day due to the amount of sexual release he needed after having you in his office.

He wanted to take you on the desk, have you pleading and begging him to cum. He knew it was wrong not only ethically, but morally as well, you were almost 10 years younger than him. He could lose his job, and honestly as he heard your soft melodic voice, he felt it would be worth it. To make you his, he’s dreamt of this moment where he could hear the song of your voice. He needs you beside him, these hour and a half sessions not long enough anymore. He needed you at all times, he needed to be the reason you smiled the way you do. The way your eyes shine as you begin explaining your love for your job, things your coworkers do. He’d imagine it would be in his apartment, you coming in after a shift to lay comfortably in his lap.

You allowing him to press soft kisses into your hair as you ranted about your day. Namjoon knew he would love you from the moment he saw you and now that you’ve spoken, he knows you love him too.

It's only a matter of time until you can be together. His heart swelling at the prospect as you make your way out as the session comes to an end. He couldn’t help himself as he walks you to the door, his hand slowly wrapping around your wrist, you slowly turn around toward him confusion in your eyes. He pulls your small frame into his lanky one and breathes in your scent hugging you firm but fondly. Your heart races as he holds you in place a blush creeping on your face as he breaks from the embrace. “I'll see you next week beautiful” the nickname sliding out before he could catch it. He notices the blush on your face as you nod quickly placing your bottom lip between your teeth,

“Until next time” you stately shyly.

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Deadbeat Pt. 1

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut/masturbation (implied/mild), cursing, abandonment, infatuation, alcohol, cheating, violence?, mild housewife kink?

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

There are no tags on this one, because no one has specifically asked to be tagged on smut fics and I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable!

I hope you all enjoy!

Tags and Requests are OPEN

“Get out of here Lee,” you spat, pointing to the door he just walked into the bar from. “You swore to Janie you wouldn’t touch a drop.”

“C’mon (y/n),” he said sitting at the bar anyways, a smug grin on his face, making you scoff.

“I ain’t having anything to do with you breaking your promise to that lovely woman,” you say confirming your point. You wipe your hands on the towel that was hanging from your apron.

“Jack and coke?” He asks, looking at you with eyes that would be endearingly puppy dog if it weren’t Lee Bodecker. You shook your head.

“A coke it is,” you say and he gives up trying for now. He regrets telling you on his last visit he’d be swearing off drinking cause Janie finally threatened to throw him out.

You slide a glass bottle of Coca-Cola down the length of the bar to Lee and he grinds his teeth slightly. The sugar was always his temporary fix. You also sent down his way a small bowl of roasted peanuts, feeling bad for the mess of a man.

“She’s gonna leave me anyways,” he grumbles and you shake your head, picking up on his attempts to illicit sympathy to coax you into giving him a drop of anything.

“Stop giving her a reason to Lee,” you point out, gesturing with your hands to emphasize that he was in the same small bar on the edge of town he always wandered into on weeknights. He’d tell Janie he was on duty but he’d really be down in this little box of a building getting drunk as a stunk.

“She’s the one who gone and cheated,” Lee said in an angry tone, not towards you, just at his situation. “That Miller fellow living a few miles down from me. I see his truck parked outside my house plenty of times to know he’s not just being neighborly.”

“I’m sorry Lee,” you say with a genuine tone of sympathy. You felt for him and his pain. You knew the stress of the job he led and the pain of knowing the love of your life don’t love you.

“She’s going to leave me,” he says, staring intently at the condensation on the bottle in front of him. “I’d been trying so hard for her and our marriage and she’s two timing with the neighbor when I’m out working.”

“And the thing is I don’t even care if she cheated,” Lee continued, “I’d look the other way if I knew she’d be staying with me. But it’s cause I know she don’t love me anymore. That’s what’s hurting me most.”

“Maybe y’all can work through this-“

“This was inevitable,” he says, cutting you off. You don’t point it out, cause he’s clearly distressed but normally you’d have no problem saying to Lee ‘Fuck you, let me finish Sheriff.’

“Do you got somebody?” Lee asks you. The question takes you back cause it wasn’t like the Sheriff to ask your about anything personal. He would come in, and you’d shoot the shit, exchange small talk, maybe some harmless flirting for a larger tip, but that was the extent of it.

“No, not anymore,” you say, having recently broke things off with your boyfriend. “I was seeing Arvin Russell for a couple months, but we just broke it off.”

“You’re too good for him anyways,” the sheriff scoffed at the mention of the Russell boy and took another swing from his bottle of pop. “How old are you anyways, sweetheart?”

“Twenty-one,” you respond, not thinking too much about the nickname. He had a habit of frequently using names like that when he talked to the women in this town. You think it started out as a tactic to win re-election and then it just stuck. He nodded.

“Yeah you two are around the same age,” he said, more so thinking out loud than it being a statement directed towards you. “Why’d you break it off?”

“Beat up my brother,” you answered, “Granted, the little shit had it coming. Can’t blame Arvin after I heard how the asshole was bothering that sweet thing Lenora. But he just took it too far. Almost killed the kid. The boy saw red so I got myself out of the picture. You can’t be with a boy who does that to your kin.”

Lee nodded understandingly. You didn’t interpret his actions or questions as genuine concern or interest in you, but that he was just asking you questions to distract from his marital woes.

“I’d do so many things different if I could be your age again,” he chuckled in a self-deprecating tone. “I’d sure as hell love to turn back time and have myself go down a better path.”

“It’s not just you, Sheriff,” you reply after collecting money another man sitting at the bar. You nod as a goodbye to the man, and then curse under your breath when he doesn’t tip you. “Asshole,” you mumble, tossing the few pennies into the tip jar. You walk back over to the sheriff and prop your elbows on the bar. “I’m sure everyone is this town wishes the same thing,” you say, trying to make him feel better.

“I’d love to just be your age again,” he says with a sigh, and then pops a small handful of the peanuts in his mouth. “Young, got your whole life ahead of you.”

“I’m not sure working in a place like this is setting me up for great things, Sheriff,” you chuckle moving to wipe the bar in the area where that other customer left. “A woman working as a bartender is equivalent to just being a whore according to the eyes of the Lord... at least in this town,” you laugh, using the towel from your apron to wipe the rings left behind on the countertop from the glasses.

“Arvin didn’t think so,” Lee countered, trying to make you feel a little better about your position. “I don’t think so. Hell, people in this town are so uptight about things that aren’t their business. You’re young, you need a job and you have one. It’s that simple.”

“I wish more people in this town thought that way,” you reply with a smile. “That new preacher last Sunday-“

“Don’t listen to that asshole,” the Sheriff scoffed, and chuckled when your eyes widened at his derogatory words towards the preacher. “He’s a showboating son of a bitch and he’s as phony as they come.”

“Those ruffled shirts are the most pretentious thing I ever seen,” you say, letting out a big laugh thinking about when he is giving a sermon in what looks like tacky prom attire.

“Pay him no mind,” Lee said, bringing the bottle to his grinning lips as he looked at you. “You’re a better person than he is.”

“I appreciate the sentiment,” you chuckle.

“Have a goodnight hunny,” another customer at the bar says dropping cash on the table as they leave. “Goodnight Sheriff,” the older man tips his hat and then walks out.

“Have a goodnight Marvin,” you call after him, “Give my love to Loretta!” You clear the empty glass and drop the cash off in the register.

While you’re moving around, Lee takes a moment to actually look at you. Any man with eyes knew you were pretty, but he ain’t never noticed before just how attractive you were. His eyes lingered for a moment at how the canvas waist apron extenuated your figure. He couldn’t believe this stunning young thing was stuck in a place like this with a dead end job talking to a deadbeat like him.

“How long you staying for Sheriff?” You ask suddenly, pulling him out of his trance.

“Uh, not sure,” he says, looking up at the dingy Luger Beer clock that hung on the wall. “Why sugar?”

“Seeing as though your sober I was hoping I could trouble you for a ride home?” You ask shyly.

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. “No trouble at all honey.”

“Thank you, Lee,” you say with a smile, making his heart skip a beat.

He’d talk to you most weeknights and never had this feeling. Maybe he had but he was too wrapped up in his own troubles to notice it. You were such a sweet girl, and he realized what an injustice it truly was for you to be stuck here.

The thought crossed his mind very quickly about if he wasn’t married- even though he knew divorce was coming around the corner any day now. If he had met you at a different time in his life if it would’ve been better. Instead of meeting you as an overweight, deadbeat of a sheriff which a drinking problem- he’d met you when he was fresh out of school, same age you are now. You all coulda fallen in love, started a family, and that would’ve been enough to keep him from taking up drinking in the first place.

He knew from the beginning Janie ain’t ever loved him. Hell, he’s not sure if he ever loved her thinking back on the whole relationship. Lustful, without any sort of promise behind it and they both were users. They used each other. He knew he treated her poorly as poorly as she treated him. He definitely had loved her, that much he knew was true, but now she’s cheating- something Lee never thought of doing at all no matter how many fights they had until the early morning hours.

As you maneuvered around behind the bar, locking up the liquor and wiping down the machines getting ready to lock up for the night, his mind played little tricks on him. The canvas apron was instead a pinafore, and the bar was his kitchen. He’d loved the sight, thinking about coming home to you instead of what was soon to just be an empty house.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he’d even be the one to keep his house. The idea of finding a new house- buying one for you, and being able to start over sounded like a dream life. Hell, he’d run away from this town right now if you said the word. He’s sure he could secure an election in another town, he had the connections to make it happen.

“I just got to lock up the office and I’ll be ready to go,” you say, untying your apron. He gulps and nods as confirmation. You disappear in the back room, cash drawer in your arms to lock away in the safe. He heads behind the bar to dispose of his empty bottle and the cardboard tray his peanuts were in.

You come back, your peacoat buttoned and the sash tied around your waist in a bow you had made. You had a small handbag in one hand, and your work apron in the other. Suddenly, he was nervous and didn’t know how to carry himself around you. Undeniably, the Sheriff was developing a crush. He couldn’t shake the feeling. He wanted to ask you out on a proper date, but he knew with his age and reputation- it wouldn’t be fitting. He was moving way too fast in his own mind to keep up with. Just daydreams, he thought to himself, suppressing the thoughts of a future with you for now.

“Okay,” you said, giving the place one more once over to make sure it was all set. “That does it.”

“After you,” he said, holding the door open for you. You giggled, and once you both were outside, you used your key to lock the front door. He held the door open for you to take the passenger seat in the cruiser. As you buckled your seatbelt, he walked over to the driver’s side and then slide into his seat.

You were a little nervous. You weren’t sure why. This wasn’t the first time you’d asked for a ride home. Usually, it’s never this late. When you close, you usually walk home alone. You definitely didn’t live that far, but again that was more dangerous than getting a ride home.

You realized that you were worried about nothing. You thought maybe some would accuse you of something scandalous, getting a ride home from a man so late. However, this was the Sheriff and the streets didn’t have another car on it at all. The town knew where you worked and if anyone were to see you, they’d know you were closing shift and you asked for a ride to avoid walking home this late alone.

“Thank you again,” you said, starting up a conversation as the sheriff was backing out of the tiny lot that was next to the bar.

“Oh, don’t mention it, hun,” he said, “It’s my job to make sure you get home safe. Your house is the white one at the end of Birch?”

“The very one,” you say, looking out the window. There aren’t any street lights, and the only light for miles is coming from the headlights of the cruiser. You don’t catch Lee stealing glances at you as he starts moving forward.

“How’s your ma doing?” He asks, making conversation.

“Oh, she left,” you said nonchalantly, and it makes Lee’s eyebrow raise in confusion.

“Wait. What?” He asks looking over at you for a second before turning his eyes back to the road.

“Oh, I thought you would’ve heard,” you say softly, your façade of indifference torn down. “She left us about a month ago. Met a man from Columbus and moved in with him. The whole town was talking about it for weeks.”

“So, is it just you and Tommy now?” he asks, wondering what kind of a mother leaves her girl to take care of her high school aged brother on what she makes at the bar.

“Oh, he went with her,” you explain, “House is all mine. After the whole thing with Arvin, she decided to pull him out of school and he goes to school in Columbus now. She wasn’t gonna bring him but after that, she changed her mind.”

“They just left you?”

“I chose to stay.”

“No offense but why would the hell would you chose to do that?” he jokes, making you laugh a little.

“It’s all paid off, and my grandpa left it to me and not her anyways,” you explain. “House has been in my name for three years now. And if we sold the house, she’d just piss the money away. Besides, would you move back in your mother now, Sheriff?”

“No, I can’t say I would want to,” he chuckles.

“So, I’m just supporting myself and that ain’t too bad,” you shrug.

“Sounds lonely,” he comments and you nod in agreement.

“It can be,” you admit, as he turns down your street.

“You ain’t worried living alone?” He asks.

“You tell me, Sheriff,” you joke, “If I got something to worry about it sounds like you’re not doing your job.”

“Ouch,” he says and holds a hand clutching his hand to his heart dramatically. It made you laugh, and it made him smile that he made you laugh. God, he loved your laugh.

“Thank you again, Lee,” you say sincerely, quickly kissing his cheek when he parks in front of your house. The gesture takes him back, and he’s relieved you can’t see how red his face is. He’s almost angry at how flustered you make him and you have no idea. “Have a goodnight,” you say.

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he says, a little shakily. You get out of the car, and he watches you walk up to the porch, your hips swaying naturally, and he bites his lip. He groans, but at his disappointment in himself for staring again. You disappear behind the front door and he hits his palm on the steering wheel, trying to shake whatever feeling this was.

He reluctantly drove home, not wanting to have to talk or see Janie. He knew he was just heading home to a fight for being out so late, even though he knows she takes full advantage having fucking Miller over. His jaw is locked, angry about a fight he hasn’t even had with her yet. His cheek still tingles from your touch, and he thinks about if he should just leave Janie. He could just leave, get an apartment nearby or something. He doesn’t even care if she gets the damn house. He’s bracing himself for another night of fighting as he pulls into his own driveway and heading up to his own house.

He fumbles with his keys in the dark. He thinks he had the right one, but it doesn’t work. He tries another that is the same shape, still doesn’t work. He intakes a sharp breath and tries the first key again- he’s positive that’s his house key. “Fucking Christ,” he mutters when the key won’t even go into the lock. “Janie!” he shouts, pounding on the front door. She changed the locks.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, stomping down the front steps and walking around to the back door. He tries his keys again with no luck. He pounds into the door hard and incredibly loud. He knows she’s there, upstairs in their bed, ignoring his knocks. He tries the kitchen window, but it’s locked. Every window on the first floor is fucking locked. He curses again and heads back to his cruiser. He slams the door shut and his grip on the wheel is turning his knuckles white. Does she expect him to sleep in his car in the driveway?

He doesn’t even think about where he’s going to go, but he knows damn sure he’s not going to give her the satisfaction of sleeping outside of his house in his cop car for the whole town to talk about. He just pulls out of his driveway and starts driving. He isn’t even thinking about what route he’s driving, it’s like he’s driving on autopilot while he screams out every curse word in existence.

By the time he calms down, he realizes he’s driving down Birch again. His muscles in his body tense, and he thinks back to your conversation when he dropped you off. Your mother and brother were gone, meaning you have two spare bedrooms. He knows he shouldn’t but the temptation is way too overwhelming. He has nowhere else to go. If someone saw his car… well, he’d worry about that tomorrow. Your house is two miles away from your nearest neighbor, settled back at the end of a long dirt road. Someone knowing he was there was unlikely. He had people who could save your name. It was all innocent. Janie kicked him out and he knew you had an extra room. Hell, he’d rent a room from you- Wait. That’s perfect. That solved all of his problems and yours. He knows you were downplaying how hard it must be to keep up with the house and by him paying rent, you could take care of the house. It was a win-win.

He felt so confident now and he was so proud of himself for devising this plan. He parked his car out front and then walked up to your front door, knocking gently. The sound of the knock made him now incredibly nervous. He didn’t want to scare you or for you to think he was trying to take advantage. Granted, there would be a lot more than financial benefits to being able to live with you, which he knew were selfish, but the idea of being able to see you everyday was overwhelming. It was the closest thing to the dream he was wrapped up in back at the bar. He could live out his little pretend domestic bliss, and you’d get the money you need for the house. He knew he was insane and this was probably wildly inappropriate, but he knew you were too kind to turn him away.

You opened the door with a small yawn, a yellow bathrobe secured over your nightgown fully, to keep yourself decent when you answered the door. You were going to call the Sheriff when you heard the rapping at your door so late and ignore the knocks, but looking out the window of your bedroom you saw it was Lee’s cruiser parked outside.

“Lee?” you ask quietly, sleepiness very evident on your mumbled voice.

“Janie kicked me out,” he said softly, “Changed the locks on me. Darling, I’m so sorry for intruding but I have no where else to go.��

“Come in,” you say sympathetically, the news waking you up quite a bit. “Lee, I’m so sorry. You can take my mom’s old room; it’s got an attached bathroom you can use too.”

“Thank you (Y/N),” he says quietly. You close the door and secure the lock and the chain again as he looks around the house.

“Don’t worry about it,” you insist. “I can take you there. Follow me.”

You walk up the stairs, Lee following closely behind and he’s ashamed that he took the opportunity to just openly check you out again. At the top of the stairs there was a hallway lined with photographs in mismatched frames. You point to the door at the end of the hall.

“That’s the master,” you explain, “There’s a bathroom attached inside if you want to clean up or anything. There’re clothes in the dresser if you want pajamas- should be in the bottom drawer.”

“Okay, thank you,” he replies, looking down at you as you yawn again, and he notices how your hair is a little messy. The sight drives him wild.

“Anything in the kitchen is up for the taking to,” you offer.

“Look, (Y/N),” he says, “I know this isn’t the best time to be talking about this, but I really need a more permanent plan on where to go. I know it sounds crazy and out of the blue, but could I rent that room from you? Name your price. I figured… I really need a new place, and you could probably use another source of income to keep up with the house. Plus, it’s safer than living alone…”

“Um…,” you begin to speak, but you bit your lip, showing that you’re intently thinking about his offer. Everything he said was right. You needed the money, and he was right that living alone was dangerous in this town and living with the sheriff is the safest person there was in the whole town. People would talk, of course, but no one would deny that the circumstances were just ideal for the two of you and nothing more. You were an adult, a homeowner, and it was your business who you rented a room too. “Yeah, I think that makes sense for both of us,” you agree. “We’ll sort out the details tomorrow.”

“Of course,” he says with a smile.

“Alright, um,” you say crossing your arms around your chest awkwardly. “Goodnight, Lee.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” Lee responds as you head back into your own bedroom. He let’s out a heavy sigh and heads into your mom’s room- or rather his new room. He’d have to figure out how to get his stuff back from Janie tomorrow. He’d really just need his clothes and some other necessities.

The room was fairly spacious. There was a closet and dresser. The closet still had some clothes of your mom’s left behind, and for the most part, the room looked fairly intact. It was like she up and left with just a few things. Lee shook his head, angry at how poorly you were treated by your mother. He pulls off his leather jacket, tossing it and his hat onto the bed. He opened up the bottom drawer of the dresser, and just like you said, it was filled with men’s clothing. He concluded they had to belong to the man your mom lived with now, more things just left behind.

He tosses a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt onto the bed, and then he heads to the bathroom.

In the drawer beside the sink, he finds a new toothbrush still in its packaging, that he opens for himself and drops it in the white toothbrush holder on the counter. The towels are all clean and folded neatly on the shelf above the toilet. He finds a new soap under the sink as well, and decided he needed a shower to just wash off everything of tonight off in hopes he’ll feel better.

He strips of his uniform, folding it nicely knowing he’ll need to wear it all again tomorrow morning. He steps into the shower and turns on the water. The hot water just immediately helps him to loosen the muscles that had been so tense. He lets the warm water run down his face and back, just letting himself enjoy the feeling. He lathers up his body with soap and then it finally hits him that he was here, living with you, and then suddenly he’s hard.

“Fuck,” he mutters, resting his head against the shower wall, the running down his back. He was in so much trouble he realizes. As he beats himself off in the shower, his mind is clouded with thoughts of you. The way the apron at the bar looked around your hips, and the smell of your perfume when you leaned into him. The way your body looked as you paraded yourself around behind the bar. The way you have no problem talking back to him when he walks into the bar after saying he’s off the bottle the night before, just making want to shut you up with a rough kiss. The feeling of your lips on his cheek and he imagines your lips on his neck. He thinks about how your hair looked tousled when you just showed him to his room. He lets himself slip back into that same domestic daydream. You being his wife… married to you instead dealing with this goddamn divorce. The absolute sickening sweet domesticity making him groan, as he imagines his hand is yours. Why on earth did he think he’d be able to do this?

PART TWO

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laurfilijames · 2 years

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The Devil You Know

Pairing: Ford Lampton x female reader

Words: 3,419

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Anal play, fingering. Unprotected, rough, consensual intercourse (although bordering on being non-con) Mentions of murder.

Summary: You call up Ford Lampton to cut down a tree in your yard, only to find you succumbing to his persistent advances. You learn of the possibility of him being a suspect in a local murder, but don't allow your fear to outweigh your desire for him.

A/N: This fic is based on a character that Dean plays in a five episode series called The Bad Seed, and needless to say I’ve become only a little obsessed with him playing a bad boy.

It started out as a fic written only for my own enjoyment, but a few have shown interest so I'm being brave and sharing this with you. This is my first ever 1st person POV fic, which was a delight to write in for a change.

Please do not read if any of the mentioned warnings are triggering or offensive to you.

Photos by me.

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It was simple, I needed a tree cut down. So why was it such a struggle to dial the number of the best arborist in town and press the button to put the call through?

Well, that was because it wasn't just any tree cutting service with reputable mentions; it was Ford Lampton, who came with a reputation of his own, and it wasn't a very good one.

Living in the same town for years I'd seen him around many times, drinking at the local pub or going for runs by my house with his brother. He was a little rough around the edges, especially compared to his polished brother who happened to be the best Obstetrician in the area. Any time I ran into Ford he gave me that classic grin, the one that pulled his dimples out on either side of his scruffy face, and it always made heat pour into my core and long to know how much the roughness would burn my skin.

"Lampton Tree Services," his buttered voice that didn't quite suit his appearances answered, pulling me out of my thoughts.

After a quick conversation about what I needed done, the call ended. It was just my luck that he happened to have time in his schedule tomorrow, and the thought that maybe he had pushed everything else aside in order to make room to attend to my needs briefly crossed my mind.

Was I wrong in thinking he sounded almost excited about the job? I swear I could hear him smile through the phone, causing a flush to wash over me, and I smoothed my hands over my hair to get it out of my face and regain composure.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

My stomach flipped when I heard his yute pull into the driveway, and I stood at the window watching as he unloaded his climbing gear and chainsaws.

He looked just as fuckable as the last time I'd clapped eyes on him; his worn, plaid shirt hugging his thick muscles tightly, his hair cropped close to his head that he ran his large hands through before he gathered everything in his well-worked arms and made his way to the back of the yard.

I moved through the house to the back patio door, trying to steady myself as I went, and slid the door open to step out into the sticky humidity of the January day.

Ford stood at the base of the tree evaluating the job, and turned when he heard me approach.

"Hi," he said with a crooked grin, his crystal blue eyes almost twinkling as he very obviously looked at my form that was hugged tightly by my dress.

I ignored the flutter in my stomach and smiled back, "I see you found the tree okay."

"Yeah, she's rotten alright," he confirmed, beginning to secure his harness around him that so nicely accentuated the bulge in his pants. I licked my lips, my mouth feeling dry, and thankfully he spoke again before I was forced to. "It shouldn't take me very long, maybe an hour."

"Okay, great!" I nodded and smiled, "Just let me know if you need anything," I added, secretly hoping he would catch the underlying message of 'anything' meaning me.

He nodded and tucked his lower lip between his teeth, his gaze burning me more than the heat of the sun was, and I could feel him still watching me as I sauntered back to the house.

After pouring myself a glass of water I stood leaning against the counter, trying not to simply stare out the window the entire time to admire the strong form currently scaling up my tree. Instead, I picked up the newspaper I couldn't focus on reading earlier due to my concentration being strictly stuck on the fantasies of how this encounter with Ford would play out.

I unfolded the paper so I was able to glance over the front page, and my heart caught in my throat when I read the headline plastered at the top;

Local Doctor and Family Top Suspects in Murder

My pulse quickened as I continued reading. I'd heard about the murder of course, but I didn't expect to see Ford's younger brother listed as a suspect. The last time I bumped into Ford at the pub he had mentioned his most recent breakup and that he was moving temporarily into his brother's house, and I wondered if he was still living with them.

The sound of the tree crashing to the ground startled me, and I turned to walk over to the patio door to see Ford smiling at me with pride at accomplishing the job.

There was no way…

I busied myself in the kitchen to pass the time it took for him to saw the tree into logs small enough to haul away or burn, washing dishes and wiping the countertop down in a daze as I mulled over the impossible notion that the Lampton brothers were capable of murder.

"All done!" Ford announced, sliding open the door, effectively causing me to jump out of my skin. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he chuckled, flashing me a grin that made my heart beat even faster.

"No, no, it's fine!" I fibbed, smoothing my hand over my hair before collecting it to rest over my shoulder and off my neck. "How did it go?"

His eyes followed my movements, and I noticed a change in his eyes when he made contact with mine again.

"Good, yeah. I'll take the larger logs away with me and can leave some smaller pieces for firewood if you'd like." He paused, and I saw his eyes dart over to the newspaper still sitting on the counter. "I tell you what though, it's hotter than sin out there." He stepped into the house as if he owned the place with a slight grin on his lips, mixing my emotions of fear and arousal together in a frenzy,

"Sorry, I'm so rude. What can I get you to drink?" I asked, remembering my manners.

"I could murder a beer."

I paused with my hand on the refrigerator door, his words echoing in my head. "If you'll join me in one, of course," he added, likely sensing my hesitation.

Retrieving two perfectly chilled beers and closing the door with my hip, I turned and looked at him with a smile to try to disguise my nerves.

He reached for the bottle I handed out to him and his thick fingers brushed my hand, and it felt as though electricity jolted through my entire body.

"Cheers," he said, using his large hand to twist off the cap and toss it onto the counter, knocking his bottle against mine.

"Cheers," I replied before taking a sip of the amber liquid, praying it brought calm to me with each swallow.

I walked over and posted up on my usual spot against the counter and began peeling the label on my bottle as Ford's piercingly blue eyes stared me down, his gaze making me feel fidgety.

He took a step toward me but stopped and reached for the paper, spinning it around and sliding it closer to him to read the headline.

“Been doing some reading, have we?” He tapped his middle finger on it twice before taking another step closer, his head tipped to the side almost in mock curiosity as he waited for me to respond.

"Yeah, but it's just the paper, there's always heaps of nonsense in there." I blurted out, watching as his smile grew. "It's not true though, is it?"

"Do you believe it could be true?" Ford asked, placing the bottle he quickly drained down on the counter.

"No, of course not," I stammered out, his proximity making me squirm.

He was now in front of me with his arms braced on the counter on either side of my body, his face inches from mine. He was breathing heavily, his broad chest heaving as he inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, almost like he was holding something back. His jaw was clenched together tight, and I could feel the heat from his body pouring off of him. I closed my eyes and breathed, inhaling his scent in the process, which didn't help bring me the resolve I'd hoped.

When I opened my eyes again, he was staring at me with a feral look, one that hinted at things pent up and begging for release.

"Do I make you nervous?" he asked, his voice low and rough, the sound and his look making more wetness stain my panties.

"No," I lied, seeing his pulse pounding in his neck, matching my own heart rate that hammered away in my chest.

"Maybe you should be," he chuckled, the contrast of his words and the humour he found in them making my head swim.

I don't know how I dared to do what I did next, but something possessed me to extend my hand to touch his body, carding it over his wide torso, feeling the dampness of the weather and his work sticking his shirt to his skin. Ford exhaled again, this time with a low growl following it that only increased my want to hear what other noises he could produce.

Before I could find out, he spoke again.

"Turn around," he said quietly, his eyes flickering back and forth from my lips to my eyes.

I opened my mouth to question what he wanted, but was taken by surprise when he spun me around effortlessly and slammed my upper body down against the counter.

“Ford, what are you doing?” I panted out in panic, my hot cheek cooling slightly as soon as it contacted the cold of the marble.

“Taking what I want."

His words made me shiver and I could feel my pulse drumming in my ear as it lay against the hard surface. I tried to move but Ford only held me down more, laying his body over mine heavily as he moved his face close to mine again to whisper in my ear, "Getting the things I deserve..." His breath was hot on my skin, but not as much as his hand was that slowly trailed up the back of my leg.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified, unsure what he was capable of unleashing on me; if I would be able to stop him if things went too far, or if he'd even listen if I did beg for him to, but at the same time I felt a rush of adrenaline run through me and I could feel the slick from my core make my panties slide against my aching lips when my legs moved as much as they could.

Never have I felt more conflicted, my mind begging me to try to run, screaming at me that this was everything bad and wrong and I shouldn't be letting this happen, but at the same time it also disagreed. I longed for him touch me and provide me with untamed pleasure, knowing I would happily go along with anything he demanded.

I moaned when he lifted my dress over my bum, his fingers gently dancing up the curve of my cheek, an approving sound leaving his mouth and I know it's because he noticed my white see-through thong embroidered with flowers that were no longer doing a good job at feigning my innocence.

He gripped at them and slid them down to fall at my bare feet and I felt a string of my arousal break away and drip down my thigh. All I can hear is our combined breathing, full of anticipation and want, mine laced with the thrill of allowing this man to use me how he wants without much say in the matter.

I gasp when I feel him slip his fingers between my legs, running them through my folds, another malicious chuckle sounding behind me. As soon as he had appeared there he was gone again, and soon enough I knew why.

"Fuck, I knew you'd taste this good," he praises after licking my essence from his fingers, making me wish he'd use his mouth instead. Then my eyes catch the newspaper laying beside my face and my mind goes back to warning me that Ford could take more than just pleasure from me.

Still, my body betrays my mind, and I arch my back to push out my ass to him as an invitation.

I hear him hum and it rumbles through him, his fingers moving to enter me again in a gentle way, making my fear vanish with each soft stroke. How can someone bad make you feel this good?

"Ford…" I whine out, gripping onto the ledge of the counter for dear life as he rims my puckered hole with his thumb, spreading my arousal to lubricate it enough to push inside. I recall the size of it, the width of his thumb sparking something in my brain when his hand wrapped around the beer bottle, and now I'm more than convinced with how big it truly is as he probes it in and out of my tightest spot. Now my mind wanders to how big his cock likely is based on what I've seen of the rest of him and I clench my walls around nothing, my body seeking for something to fill my too-wet and waiting core.

"I can tell you think this is wrong," he says hoarsely as he continues to fuck my ass with his thumb. "That you know I might be dangerous…" he trails off and I whimper more beneath him. "But I can also tell you like it...like the possibility that I might not be a good man, that I could hurt you…"

Ford abandons my body, and I'm able to glance over my shoulder to see him unzip his pants and let his cock spring free from his boxers. He's huge; heavy and swollen and I can see cum already leaking from the head, and I swallow thickly at the same time I spread my legs for him.

He brings himself close to me again, his coarse hairs brushing against my cheeks, leaning forward again to speak into my ear, "And I just might hurt you."

With that, he grips one of my cheeks to move it apart and pushes against my entrance with his bulbous head, breaking through my soaked folds in one motion. He doesn't allow any time for me to adjust to being stretched out completely by his girth, and within a few seconds he is slamming his hips into the back of me with an unrelenting force. His threat repeats itself in my mind and it excites and terrifies me at the same time, and right now I welcome him to take me as roughly as he wants to.

It's clear he is using me only for his complete pleasure, not touching me anywhere else other than holding my hips to meet his thrusts, but each drag of his cock in my cervix has me tipping ever closer to the edge.

"Ford…" I whine, but it's not one requesting him to stop. He obviously thinks it is, and it only makes him fuck me harder and I quickly turn into a weak mess of limbs as I succumb to his assualt. I feel a smile somehow manage to form on my lips, and some spit drools out of my mouth onto the smooth surface below me as I drown in ecstasy and the thrill of him taking me this way.

I want to see him, to look at him while he ruins me, and when I make my request to turn around I'm a bit shocked when he allows it to happen. He reluctantly pulls out of me and waits impatiently as I make my jellied legs move, but I'm not fast enough for his liking. Ford grips my waist and hauls me onto the counter, pushing my legs apart and drives back into me hard. I claw into the back of his neck as I get used to the different sensation, my clit now getting the attention it was pulsing for as his belly hits it with every blow.

I edge closer to him to allow him access to the very depth of me, and I know he's enjoying the change in position too. I tug at his shirt that is even damper now from his efforts, and again to my surprise he allows it to be discarded somewhere in the kitchen. His bare chest heaves and I take a moment to smooth my hands over the impossibly curly hairs and the muscles covered by thick skin. I want to kiss him, or rather for him to kiss me, but I know that would be drawing the line in what he wants this to be, so I offer him my chest and push my breasts toward him where he eagerly peels my dress down to gather at my waist where it is already bunched up. I can smell my perfume more now that my body feels like it is completely on fire, and it mixes in the most alluring way with what our bodies and sex have produced, creating a wrongfully unique scent that intoxicates me further. Finally, his mouth attacks my chest with aggressive but wonderful bites and kisses, his teeth tugging at my nipples in turn to send me tumbling to my end. All I can hear through the sound of his grunts and my cries is the sloppy wetness between my legs as he doesn't let up in using what my body has so gladly given to him, and in that moment he drags me with him into oblivion as he paints my walls in harsh spurts and I bare down on him in fluttering squeezes. Both of his hands wrap into my hair and pull harshly as he comes undone, the tingling it creates on my scalp adding to every nerve that is still firing through my body.

I can't help myself with the way he's looking now that we finished and are basking in the glow of such sinful pleasure, and I reach up to cup his face with my hands and bring my mouth inches away from his, the after-effects of my orgasm making me brave the risk. His features have softened, and he looks at me with vulnerability and pain that I can't begin to understand. I brush my lips over his bottom one, inviting him to reciprocate and my heart nearly stops when he does; crashing into me like I'm his saviour from whatever horrible things he's encountered.

To my disappointment the moment is fleeting, his phone ringing in the pocket of his pants that are at his feet and he pulls away from me in an angry rush.

I gasp at the loss of him, his cock leaving me along with his warm cum as it spills out of my sensitive heat, and he growls under his breath as he yanks his pants up and grabs his phone.

He glances over at me with a look of annoyance, making my throat feel dry.

"It's Simon, I need to go," he says matter of factly, setting his phone down on the counter where it continues to vibrate non stop from one call after the other from his brother as he shrugs back into his shirt.

I nod, feeling slightly in shock and not knowing what to do now that this is done, and then I realize my half of the transaction hasn't been finished.

"I still have to pay you," I get out with little emotion, still sitting in my over-fucked haze on the counter, barely dressed and totally disheveled.

"I'll get my payment later," Ford assures me, a dangerous look showing in his eyes once more.

I can't understand why, but I smile at his words, and hope that he comes looking for more than just money when I see him next.

Before I can ask questions as to how or when, he leaves out the patio door, grabs his gear and soon I listen to his truck pull away.

The newspaper gawks at me, and all I can think of is how much I want Ford Lampton to fuck the life out of me again as I flip it over and toss it away.

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Tagging a few who have shown interest in this/who may be interested!

@linasofia @lathalea @i-did-not-mean-to @legolaslovely @enchantzz @middleearthpixie @guardianofrivendell

#dean o'gorman #ford lampton #the bad seed #ford x female reader #ford lampton smut #lemon #help I’m weak for bad boy ford #he’s so bad he’s good

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princecharmingwinks · 3 years

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Sterek Fic Rec - May 2021. New rec list for you. Hope you enjoy these delightful reads featuring our favourite werewolf and human dorks <3

May I Interest You in an Apology Muffin? by Leslie_Knope (1/1 | 1,478 | Teen)

“Wait, seriously? Who is it? C’mon, just tell me.”

“Uh…,” Stiles said, buying for time while he looked around as surreptitiously as possible. “That guy over there,” he whispered finally, jerking his chin toward the dark-haired guy three tables over, a guy so hot that Stiles’ only chance with him would most definitely be in an imaginary scenario.

Scott looked over his shoulder at the guy and got that determined glint in his eye that Stiles recognized, just about three seconds too late. Scott was gonna do something that he thought was heroic but was actually dumb.

“Scott!” he hissed, grabbing for his backpack and nearly knocking over their coffee cups in his haste to follow him. “Oh, holy shit.”

you all over me by Poe (1/1 | 3,705 | Explicit)

The thing about Stiles is, Derek thinks, is that he has no idea how enthralling he truly is. He’s easy to overlook, right up until the point he isn’t, and at some stage, Derek started looking, and now, it’s all he can do.

(or: the one where the pack is happy, healthy and alive, and Stiles and Derek are sort of inevitable)

a bad case of the wilds by kaistrex (weishen) (1/1 | 6,446 | Explicit)

“I could smell you all over town,” Derek growls.

Stiles squints back at him, trying to parse what Derek wants from him with that statement. An apology?

“Okay?” he says instead, which, as with everything else he says around Derek, seems to be the entirely wrong thing to come out of his mouth.

Derek’s eyes go red and Stiles bolts upright in his chair, trying to scoot backwards, banging into his desk.

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“Get away from me, Stiles,” Derek bites out, hands clenched into fists.

Stiles rolls his head on his shoulders. “Dude, this is my room. You get away from me.”

–

Basically, I wanted Derek fucking Stiles up against his bedroom window on a full moon with the blind up, so I wrote it. Happy Valentine's Day!

Cabins, Confessions, and Cockroaches by Nutellargh (1/1 | 4,009 | Teen)

That's how Stiles found himself in the middle of a forest, trying to grab the one bag of clothes and a bajilion bags of mystical powders, liquids, books and weapons, and instantly dropping them as he spotted the cabin dude.

Derek Hale chopping wood with an axe while shirtless was not a sight Stiles was prepared for.

the rescue by EvanesDust (1/1 | 860 | Teen)

Stiles has spent every moment of the last four months tracking the hunters who took his mate. Now that he’s found them, nothing will stop Stiles from taking back what’s his.

A Crooked Way to Fly by andavs (1/1 | 14,980 | General)

“We can’t just leave him here to die.”

“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”

“Then we should stay with him.”

Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.

It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.

“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”

Big Bad Wolves by NotThatIWillEverWriteIt (1/1 | 1,144 | General)

"What's one more canine?"

But it's better when it's you by Tails89 (1/1 | 9,707 | Mature)

Shuffling slowly towards the front door, Stiles throws it open.

“What?”

Stiles’ brain short circuits - just a little - because standing in front of him is Derek Hale.

He hasn’t seen Derek in almost four years and now he’s standing on his doorstep, in shorts and a tank top with a canvas bag clutched in one hand.

Teen Wolf Fic Fest Prompt: Someone breaks a bone and someone unexpected winds up on their doorstep with a bag full of groceries

My Soul to Keep by jacyevans, Jmeelee (7/7 | 18,660 | Teen)

Stiles came with a whiteboard, and blue dry erase marker, flapping it over his head like a white flag on a battlefield.

"Come on," he coaxed. "You must want to say something. You've never gone this long without telling me to shut up." He waggled the marker in Derek's face. Stinging alcohol and pungent polymer singed Derek's nose hairs.

His fingers itched to pick up the board, and not because he wanted to tell Stiles to be quiet. He enjoyed the babble that filled the apartment every few days, the hearty food, Stiles' particular, reassuring smell: maple sugar buzz, spicy-sweet deodorant, milk-sour frustration, floral shampoo, and spring grass at night. It soaked into Derek's couch, his bed, his skull.

If any of it were real, Derek would take the board and write: thank you.

Lost Without You by ash_mcj (1/1 | 7,799 | General

Derek made a deal. A very stupid, no-good, mortifying deal because he couldn’t bear to tell his idiotic (secret) mate no. -- “You guys didn’t know that Derek plays piano?” Cora asked, her eyebrows furrowed. “He’s played since before I was born.” “He was good,” Peter recalled. “He used to sing, too. Put on little concerts for the pups.” “That was a long time ago,” Derek clipped. “Doesn’t matter now - I don’t play anymore.” "Derek," Stiles whined childishly. He scooted closer to him and grabbed onto his arm to gently shake him. “C'mon, Sourwolf, my life will never be complete until I hear you sing. I’ll do anything. I’ll streak across the lacrosse field during our final match, if you perform for us right now.” "When you graduate," Derek relented. --- And then Stiles graduated. And Derek had to perform for him. And then the fact that Derek saw Stiles as his mate wasn’t a secret anymore. ---

(For~ Sterek Valentine Week 2021; Day 3 and 4: Secret Crush and Love Song)

**Songfic to "Lost Without You" by Freya Ridings

princecharmingwinks special mention (i have never read a merman AU for sterek and this was a delighful introduction to the trope! Also it has meddling erica which we all know any mention of her is my weakness!)

Beacon Gills by kitsunequeen (1/1 | 4,226 | Teen)

“Derek,” Erica singsongs loudly. Rather than knocking on the rather flimsy-looking piece of driftwood, she grabs a coconut filled with seashells and shakes it violently. “We’ve got a surprise for you!”

“I hate surprises,” Derek answers, voice slightly muffled through the door. “Aren’t you supposed to be out exploring the caves with Isaac?”

“He has some special guests tonight,” Boyd says. “And so do you.”

Derek doesn’t answer right away, and Stiles can almost imagine him sighing.

“Come in,” he yields finally. “You know it’s unlocked.”

Erica flings the door open, nudges Stiles inside, and slams it behind him.

“Surprise!” she yells, and then Stiles can hear her and Boyd’s footsteps quickly retreating.

Oh, shit.

---

When Stiles accompanies Scott on a trip to his uncle's beach house, he gets more than he bargained for after running into a pack of mermaids with a particularly attractive leader...

And that’s it for the month folks! Thank you to the amazing fandom always giving me so much content to enjoy, sterek fandom is the best fandom ;)

#sterek #fanfiction #fic rec #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #princecharminglists

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btsmosphere · 3 years

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Breathe Again | KTH

~summary: everything in your world has changed. everything, that is, except the boy who still believes there are spirits in the forest. ~pairing: taehyung x reader ~word count: 16.6k ~my neighbour totoro au, artist!taehyung, fashion designer!reader, childhood friends to lovers, comfort, fluff, slight angst, slow burn, totoro just wants them to be together ~rating: pg13 ~warnings: mentions of burnout, mentions of a toxic work environment, a skipped meal, a tiny bit of blood, being outside in bad weather, heights?

~a/n: hi everyone, long time no see! welcome to my first fic since my hiatus!! this is for the ghibli collab which is being run by @birbdae💞 this one is for anyone who likes ghibli films, wants some comforting boyfriend vibes from tae or just vaguely chaotic totoro content💜this one turned kinda long, but I hope I’ve captured the ghibli vibes well! I would love to hear if you read this and what you think! come chat with me💖

Taking you over familiar roads, the bus bumped gently against uneven ground. But you didn’t so much as blink, cheek resting against the glass which rattled slightly in its pane.

You knew this place.

Something about returning down these roads stirred memories within you, though they tugged more at your body than your mind. The haze of smiles and childish laughter these streets made you recall felt alien to you.

But you knew that if you were to set your feet down in the earth here, they would be able to take you home even with your eyes closed. Your hands have memorised the shapes of the leaves in the forest and the wind would push your hair back like an old friend.

You knew this place, and it knew you.

That’s what you were afraid of.

It was as if a tape was being rewound: taking you whizzing back through the exact route you had ridden out of your hometown when you left so many years ago.

Who would remember you? More importantly, who would remember your goals, the way you had rushed away to the city at the first chance to pursue your goals as a fashion designer.

You hoped they wouldn’t ask. After all, you didn’t know the answers yourself.

Of course, there was the possibility that the town you were coming back to would have changed. There were always new buildings going up in the city, roads closed and the crowds still crawling around like ants. Always moving, never slowing.

But the moment you turned away from thanking the bus driver and settled your feet on the soil, you knew there was no question of this place being unrecognisable. Grass still tufted through at the edges of the road; there was the stream that had always run here, still bubbling merrily and bouncing the odd fleck of light through the grasses it nestled between.

Rumbling into life again behind you, the bus trundled on its way.

First stopping to take a deep breath, you turned after it, feet falling in the shallow furrows made by the tyre marks. As predicted, you gave barely a thought for the direction, your legs easily remembering their way down the short road to reach the market square.

As you moved past the first houses, you parted ways with the stream. It wasn’t long after that the road opened into the square and you finally saw another living being.

Though it wasn’t a big town by any stretch, there were always people around during the day. Luckily it wasn’t market day today, which you were thankful for because the whole town would have been out, and you may well have been caught up for hours by all the people wanting to talk to you.

As it was, three ladies cried out at you from a front doorstep where they were chatting. Hurriedly shooting them a smile, you waved, hoping that would deter them. In the end, you were only waylaid by a couple of questions – how long would you be staying? how’s the big city? – that you could brush off with noncommittal answers.

In that time, you had attracted the gazes of an older couple strolling hand in hand nearby. Gripping the strap of your backpack tighter, you bobbed your head in greeting and scurried past.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you picked up the pace. Shooting a quick message to let your aunt know you had arrived kept you occupied with an excuse to avoid a few more staring faces. Perhaps they would think you rude, antisocial, to be walking with your head down and staring at your device instead, but it was comforting in a way. A remnant of your city life, where everyone was wrapped up in technology.

Having braved the main square, you lowered your phone again. Forcing a steady exhale from your mouth, you pressed further through the mercifully empty streets leading away.

The squeak of a bicycle wheel was all the warning you received for the next person you would pass on your journey. Preparing a smile in a hurry, you found yourself staring across at a man you recognised coming around the corner.

Kim Taehyung hadn’t changed much, face lighting up in his trademark rectangular grin as he saw you. He had grown into his handsome features in the time you had been away, and you found your smile wasn’t entirely fake as he slowed on the other side of the street.

Simple white t shirt hanging from his frame, he was wheeling a bike beside him, dusty bags slung over the top. He fit right in with this place.

He was just opening his mouth when you gulped back your faltering smile, ducking your head again and continuing on your way.

With your feet carrying you slightly faster now, you garbled greetings and smalltalk to the other villagers you crossed paths with. The path sloped downhill as you approached the edge of the town, where houses fell away to make space for the rice fields and farmland. From your road, you could look across the flat terraces that stretched, glittering, to the horizon.

Approaching your own place at last, you had to admit you were glad to see Mei lean out of her window to greet you. The old woman had lived there as long as you could remember, and always had a kind word to say.

But though you returned her wave with genuine care, you didn’t stay to talk, instead pressing the keys into the disused lock of your front door. Reluctant from its neglect, it resisted, grating around slowly until finally caving, releasing the door with a groan.

The last time you had seen the inside of this house was many years ago now. Your aunt had raised you here, but had now moved in with her new partner; rather than selling, she had kept the place for you, ‘in case you ever want to come back or visit’.

Sliding the door aside with only a few snags, you stood in the doorway, unmoving.

For a brief moment, a familiar yet long-forgotten feeling had fallen over you. With a blink, the notion that a flurry of movement had greeted you from the shadows slipped away easily.

Dust bunnies, Mei always used to say.

Tugging vigorously at dust sheets that covered the windows, you let light stream into the room, at last allowing you to pull the door closed. Despite all that still required attention, you slumped against it.

Sniffing, you swiped a hand across your cheek. Surely it was just the dust irritating you.

While something inside you felt… different, relieved, to be back here, a larger part of you resisted that. This was only a temporary waystation. There was no use getting settled here again. This was no longer where you belonged…

If only you had found that in the city. That was supposed to be where you would thrive, forge your life amongst the unforgiving glare of neon billboards and buzzing traffic.

You resented the feeling of ease that crept over you now you were back. Resented the people that were content here, fitting fluidly with the meandering of village life. Like Kim Taehyung: he had grown up here with you, but unlike you he had remained right at home, never erring.

You had tried so hard, forever persistent that the world would bend to your will. That you were destined for greater things than this unremarkable town.

Yet now you even found yourself envious of those who stayed here.

They seemed happy.

A low buzz shot through your thoughts, drawing your attention to your illuminated phone screen.

With a dispassioned sigh, you pushed yourself to your feet. You ought to shift some dust from this place in time for your aunt to come for dinner.

Luckily, the house was empty, the few furnishings shoved away in cupboards. After fishing a broom from somewhere, you swept, and had just pulled the last cushion from the cupboard when you heard the familiar call of your name.

Hurrying forwards and plastering a smile on your face, you tugged the door open to help her; her arms were bursting with food. Still, you were surprised by the urge you got to hug her. After depositing all the ingredients in the small kitchen, you gladly returned her tight embrace.

“My darling,” she squeezed you tight, “it’s been so long.”

“I missed you, auntie,” you admitted.

Perhaps you had sounded a little too forlorn because she quickly drew you back to study your face.

“How have you been? Feeding yourself well enough?”

You let out a sound halfway between a giggle and a shriek as she grabbed at your cheek, a gesture that seemed far too familiar.

Brushing her off, you didn’t have time to dwell on the sensation her affections had stirred in you, as more voices drifted from the front room.

Of course, she had invited some friends.

By the time you had greeted each woman, dodged questions and laughed at your aunt and her girlfriend bickering from the kitchen, a steaming bowl was pressed into your hands and everyone gathered to eat. This was a scene you were so familiar with, a sight so common in your childhood, but now…

You shifted, eyes trained on your bowl as Mei told a story of your five-year-old self.

Why was everyone still the same? So nice to you, so comfortable with each other just like always? Your life, your career was seemingly spiralling off course and that guilt still sat heavy on your bones.

How could you retreat back here, accept all this? You should still be working. Not giving up. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do that either.

The same feeling lingered even through the clinking of dishes as your guests chipped in to help clear away, and remained in the following silence and dark as you flattened out your futon, curling up in isolation.

You wouldn’t allow this to feel right.

Even as sleep finally ensnared you in its claws just to spit you out the next morning, you continued to tell yourself what you should want. You should be missing your job, you should be missing the city. And though your heart wasn’t in it, you wouldn’t allow yourself to think otherwise.

The sun was high in the sky the next day when you found yourself staring at the blank page of your sketchbook.

I still want to design. Right?

Okay, so, let’s make a design. Design something. Just one thing. Just one idea, so I know I can still do it. I want to know that this is still the right thing.

I can do it.

Your eyes ran down your watercolour palette, each colour stained with others and hollowed in the middle with use. The small pot of water you had prepared sat too, remaining clear as your pen hovered over the paper.

Some time later, it clattered onto the tabletop.

That blank page stared at you for the rest of the day. Your contest continued even as you slurped at the instant noodles you had made. Every time your thoughts strayed outside, they would be tethered right back again.

There was no point running from your struggle. You would go out as soon as you had managed something productive. For now, the packets of food you had brought in your bag from the city would tide you over.

But as certain as you were that you would achieve something, the next day stretched out in exactly the same way.

It was on the third day that a knock at your door broke through your otherwise deserted world inside this room.

Without a second thought to the depressing dinner you were halfway through, you stood up. Only for a moment you hesitated, before conceding that this wasn’t the city, and it was more usual to have visitors here.

Padding across the floor, you pushed the door aside.

“Y/N! Hi!”

You blinked in the beaming face of Kim Taehyung that greeted you.

“Taehyung!” you returned in genuine surprise, “um, come in…”

Stepping back as you remembered your manners, you cast a look around the room. Unfortunately you hadn’t yet disposed of the slowly growing pile of torn ramen packets on the table, but it was too late.

“Thank you, you don’t have to-“

Nonetheless, Taehyung stepped inside to let you close the door on the cloudy day outside. If he noticed the sad state of your abode, he made no comment.

“I-I just thought I’d come by and visit you,” he smiled hopefully, “I haven’t seen you out since you came back…”

Gulping in the face of his innocent curiosity, you glanced at the floor.

“I’m sorry, I just haven’t… had the chance.”

Your excuse was weak and you knew it. Either way, Taehyung was quick to brush aside your worry.

“It’s nothing to apologise for! I thought I had just missed you and- well, I wanted to come to see you anyway. It’s been a while.”

A soft chuckle passed your lips, which curled into a sad smile. With a nod, you looked up at him.

“Yeah. It has.”

Though his face was smiling as always, it had softened as he studied you.

“Do you want to go on a walk?” he offered, “it must have been hard, being away from the countryside.”

The thought of your abandoned ramen cooling on the table behind you dissipated in an instant.

The outside was a refreshing thought, and it was as if Taehyung had opened the door to the possibility. Once there was a time you would have headed out for no reason, just for fun. That was something you had left behind, but with the welcoming boy to encourage you, you were nodding eagerly before you could form a reply.

Although the village was no longer bathed in sun, cool air rushing to meet you instead, the breeze seemed to carry some weight away from your shoulders. The route Taehyung began to tread beside you was well ingrained in your feet, but your mind was still waking up to the familiar sights.

“I always loved the view from here,” you smiled, muttering almost to yourself.

Taehyung heard you, though. There was no noise for your voice to lose itself in, except the wind that took your words on a winding path through the air.

Slowing his steps, you eased beside him as well. You had barely left your road, but being so near to the edge of the village, the swathes of rippling fields were never far from view; now they stretched out like a carpet below the higher ground your village occupied.

“What’s it like, living in the city?” Taehyung recaptured your attention.

Startled, your eyes turned to him as he remained gazing across the lush greenery, hands tucked casually into the pockets of his loose trousers. His shirt, too, billowed slightly in the playful breeze as you strolled together.

It was those words which brought you crashing back to your senses. The city had been far from your mind, chased away the moment you were reminded of nature’s sprawling cloak across the land. It had been so easy to forget…

“Busy,” was all you offered in way of reply at first. A slight sigh was whipped away by the wind before you found the words to continue. “There’s always people doing things, just like here. Only… bigger. More. They don’t have time to stop and speak to you. It’s so much brighter too…

“I like the neon signs,” you admitted, “but with them, you can barely see the stars.”

While you spoke, Taehyung’s eyes drifted back to you, listening intently. After you stopped, he left silence to settle for a moment.

“It sounds different,” he replied.

You simply hummed an affirmative, but a large smile was sliding back onto his face.

“But I bet they love you!” he grinned, face lifting in such eager happiness that it made your heart ache. Wanting so badly to return his joy, you knew you could never fake happiness that genuine.

“Not really…” you scuffed your toes against the ground, suddenly particularly interested in the way the dirt cracked around your shoes.

As such, you missed the deepening furrow of Tae’s brows, but he stayed quiet, sensing your inhale as you prepared to elaborate.

“Maybe it’s because I had always dreamed of moving there, but nothing was as easy as I imagined,” you spoke quietly, “I was so stupid thinking everything would be simple once I got a place as an intern. The company took me on, but I haven’t got any further.”

A short glance back to Tae showed his brows set in a serious line, mulling your words seriously.

“I’m sure if you keep working hard, they’ll see you,” he smiled, “you always wanted to be a designer. I know you can be.”

For a moment, his words stunned all breath in your throat. Swallowing harshly, you tore your eyes from his, roughly shaking your head.

“It’s just not going right,” you lamented, “all I’ve done since I moved there is work, I take the overtime and travel for shows at weekends, shadow where I can… I feel like I can’t do anymore. And still, nothing. Not even a commission, let alone a promotion. I haven’t headed a project team once. It’s like…” panting softly from the speed your frustrated words spilled out, you paused for a moment, shoulders slumping. “It’s like everyone else knows something I don’t.”

“That’s why you came back?”

His low tone was still light and looking back to him brought you face to face with wide, earnest eyes. Of course, he had guessed accurately. You hadn’t quite intended to spill in so much detail what was troubling you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to resent it.

Confirming his assumption with a nod, you watched Taehyung cock his head to the side before returning his gaze back across the forest.

By now you were drawing closer to where the trees huddled together at the borders of the farmland. The track was a little less well-trodden here, your feet falling between scattered grasses that pushed upwards.

“I don’t think it’s you that’s the problem,” he twisted his body around to face you, still walking towards the forest.

All you could do was blink, slightly startled at his assertion. Thankfully, he continued, pulling his hands from his pockets and spreading them to indicate the surrounding trees which you were entering.

“You’re doing everything you can, and that should be more than enough. There’s no secret to learn… well, maybe…”

“Hey!” you elbowed him as he trailed off, “do you know a secret?”

Mirroring your grin, Taehyung sighed, shaking his head at the ground. You kept your eyes trained on him, as if he might really hold some clue that would solve everything for you. Then he raised his head, fluffy strands of hair falling across his smile-brightened eyes.

“Maybe patience,” he shrugged, “I’m sure you’d get somewhere eventually… but also- maybe you should try to value your time more. There isn’t just one path you can take, and you can always change.”

“I-I guess that’s true,” you stammered.

It was something that had crossed your mind, but you had always shoved the idea away the moment you considered it. You knew what you wanted to do, and you shouldn’t give up on it. Hearing another say it, out loud, was… strangely affirming. But your eyes still fled Taehyung’s gaze, skittering about the trees stretching their hands to the sky.

“Either way,” a gentle nudge at your side brought your begrudging gaze back to your friend, “it’s good to have you back for a bit. I’ve missed you. I’m sure your aunt has, too,” he quickly added.

Grateful for his offer of turning away from the previous conversation, you relaxed a little.

“I’ve missed it here too,” you admitted, “thanks for coming over, it’s good to be out.”

For some reason, as you continued ambling through the forest, you felt no guilt creeping in about time you should be spending working. Instead, you barely felt the minutes passing as you laughed with Taehyung about various scenes from your childhoods. If anything, the small amount of guilt tugging at you was guilt for losing touch.

Eventually, you found yourself reclining in the grass at his side.

“Do you remember when you told me there were spirits in this forest?” you laughed softly.

“Hey!” he grinned back, “they are real!”

Though you giggled along with him, you sensed some defiance in the glittering of his eyes, which made you tail off. Your mouth quirked up at the corner.

“You really still believe in them?”

You didn’t miss the way his eyes strayed from your own, glancing to the grass and across the leafy landscape. But still, he responded.

“I saw them,” he murmured, bringing a fond smile to your face.

“Maybe people out in the countryside really are crazy,” you joked, flopping back to lie on the floor.

“Maybe,” came the chuckled reply.

Taehyung’s shoulder brushed against your own as he joined you on the floor.

Warmth blooming in your chest, you continued to stare across the treetops as they were brushed with the glow of the encroaching sunlight. Something within you longed to capture this moment, grab the warm-tinted clouds streaming across the sky and bring them to earth to rest beside you.

And later, you would realise that was why you had turned to design.

You picked up your paintbrush and brought colour to the white sheet at last.

Too caught up in your seeming breakthrough, with a design almost finished on your page, you were easily busy enough to ignore the way Taehyung’s face crept into your mind. Trying to summon images of the breathtaking evening you had spent, the boy was inextricable from the memory.

The relief and liberation that had flooded you the moment you allowed yourself some respite had come from having him beside you.

Though you were a fashion designer, not a portrait artist, the flipside of the page was steadily filling with sketches of Taehyung. You hadn’t been able to capture him the exact way you wanted, his striking features escaping you, but you couldn’t hold back from trying at least.

But though you had made some progress on your creative block, you still clung to the shelter of your empty house. The hush of the village provided you with a peace of mind you hadn’t even noticed was missing while you were away.

Before you could dig yourself any more holes wondering about the fate of your career, however, exactly the person you had been hoping to see came back around.

Taehyung beamed widely from his perch on your doorstep. That wonderful smile never failed to produce a brighter grin on your own face too.

However, this time he didn’t step into your house when you made room for him. Disappointment sunk to your stomach, realising you had expected him to stay.

But his next words killed off any sadness before it could even take root within you.

“Put your shoes on,” he flashed a playful grin, “you’re coming to mine for dinner.”

“I am?” you snorted, though you were already reaching for your boots.

“Yep,” he smirked.

Folding his arms, he leaned against your doorframe while you hurriedly got ready.

“Unless you have plans?” he chuckled, “another extravagant microwave meal for one?”

Gaping, your head shot up to meet his twinkling gaze.

“You may be right,” you scoffed, finally closing the door behind you as you joined him on the street, “but that doesn’t make it nice. What would your grandma think of your manners?”

“And what would your aunt think of the way you’re eating?” he retorted.

Lips rising into a begrudging smile, you sort of fell against him in a playful nudge. The next moment, though, your eyes grew wider as he slung an arm around you, giving it a squeeze as his fingers nipped at your cheek.

“I’m joking,” he cooed, “I just want you to eat well.”

At least the sentiment was there. About an hour later you found yourself sat giggling in front of a bowl of charred remains that once were food.

“I tried,” Tae was pouting, poking around in his own bowl.

“You didn’t have to try something so fancy,” you hid more laughter behind your hand, “there’s more room for error.”

“But grandma told me exactly how to make it,” he frowned down at his dish as if it had wronged him, “I don’t know what I even did to mess it up!”

Unable to help it, a fond smile broke onto your face.

“Thank you, Taehyung.”

Your words seemed to startle him, as he immediately started spluttering about how you could thank him after he destroyed your dinner. It only served to pull more laughter from you.

“I appreciate it,” you assured him, “now how about we make something simple?”

His kitchen was stocked with fresh vegetables from the farmlands, making it easy for you to pick some and get to work. Closer to the rice fields than your house, Taehyung’s place bordered with the forest, every window giving generous views on the surrounding greenery.

“Done!”

Turning away from the trees outside the window, which you had somewhat lost yourself in, you found Taehyung stood proudly behind you. In his hands sat a bowl stacked with the vegetables he had chopped.

A look back at your own board showed you had made much less progress.

“Let me finish those,” he placed his bowl down and came to stand next to you. “I think you would be better off doing the cooking.”

Laughing, you agreed and let him take the knife from your fingers. Next, you began to fry your ingredients with the rice that hadn’t been a victim of Taehyung’s previous attempts.

Once he was done, Taehyung approached you, sliding the remaining vegetables into the pan. But even as they fell, sizzling, into the dish, he didn’t move away from you.

“Smells good,” he complimented.

Muttering a brief thank you, you kept your eyes on the food as you stirred it. You could almost pretend the heat in your cheeks was from the warmth of the stove and not the way he leaned closer as he smelled your cooking, such that his chest pressed up against your back, face hovering above your shoulder.

But before your resolve could wear thin enough for you to look around at him while he was in such painfully close proximity, a rumble interrupted your thoughts.

Taehyung instantly pulled away, apologies spilling from his lips. You, on the other hand, burst into laughter.

“Was that your stomach?” you cried.

“Maybe,” he mumbled, rubbing a hand across his middle.

Chuckling, you shut off the stove.

“Luckily, dinner is ready,” you grinned.

Taehyung eagerly dashed to grab plates, letting you pile them up with food.

Together, you brought your steaming meals to the front room where Tae pushed open the front door, inviting you to sit on the step.

“I guess it is kind of late,” you said after your first bite, “no wonder you were hungry.”

Proving your point, the boy beside you was already wolfing down his meal. Smiling to yourself, you dove back into your own food as you stared across the darkening valley, stars now painted in the mirror-smooth surfaces of the rice fields.

Sweet as always, Taehyung thrust a basket of the vegetables into your arms before you left – though, of course, he was walking back with you. Still, you were embarrassed to note the hint of resentment at his wonderful actions, as it meant you had one less excuse to see him again. In truth, you didn’t want to leave at all.

But you still thanked him profusely, and you meant it. His kindness warmed your heart, and guilt twisted inside you at the thought of taking his actions to mean anything further.

He probably felt sorry for you, lost as you were. Meanwhile he had found a place in the world, and he was happy here. Almost certainly he only wanted to do some good for an old friend.

But for tonight, you couldn’t help but indulge in the flutters Taehyung set off in your heart, a few more sketches joining the others before you fell into bed.

Since you arrived, you hadn’t been very productive. You knew this, but bringing yourself to care was becoming difficult. No, you were too busy enjoying finally getting some peace and time away from the job that had been tiring you out.

But even in your time off, it seemed too much to ask of them to let you rest.

“-so I need your assessment of the project before we can move forwards…”

Your boss’ voice crackled over the line as you held your phone passively at your ear. Gulping as she rambled on about the practicality of your colleague’s design – when she was the one who had given the project to him when you really wanted it – you stared blankly at your notebook. Only one page remained filled. The simple design you had been thrilled with a couple of days ago now crumbled in your estimation.

Tell her you can’t do it. This is your time off. At least ask to be paid for it-

“Of course. I can do that,” you replied automatically.

Instant alarm bells started ringing in your head. You had to stick up for yourself before too much was loaded onto you-

“Wonderful, I’m sending them over now. Thanks a lot,” your boss spoke, line cutting off before you could so much as open your mouth.

Huffing, you flopped back onto your bed, where you had been sleeping peacefully before your ringing phone rudely awoke you. But you didn’t rest there for more than a few seconds before you were rolling yourself off and staggering over to dig out the laptop you hadn’t touched since leaving the city.

Opening up your emails, you saw the most recent one from your boss, but unfortunately your inbox was also rammed with several others you hadn’t bothered to check. You supposed you could never have expected to be completely away from work.

Resolving to check them later, you clicked on the first of the files from your boss. Already, you groaned, seeing that the plans were more extensive than you had believed over the phone.

You couldn’t deny that you accepted this too easily.

But then again, you never wanted to be seen slacking. Maybe if you did this, it would finally be noticed and you would be in line for the next promotion…

That was what you told yourself the last time too. And the time before that, and before that.

At this point, even the thought of actually being promoted didn’t fill you with the excitement it should. It was all you had worked for, and yet all you could think of was how much more work it would mean.

Attempting to shove away your heavy pile of thoughts, you focussed back on the task at hand.

Wrangling your brain into action, however, proved difficult. You realised too late that it should have been lunchtime, hurriedly trying to make yourself something while it was already halfway through the evening, sky darkening beyond your window. But even though it was getting later and you had been working all day, you had got next to nothing done.

Even the pattering of rain on your roof which began early on did little to ease the stress creeping back into its familiar residence in your brain.

Your head was spinning as you sliced up a pepper, not able to focus on the simple movement of your hands. You knew you should be looking at your work, but even as your mind hovered around the matter, you were unable to think straight as everything proved a dead end.

A sharp pinch shook you from your haze.

Hands stilling, you looked down to find a sliver of red already growing of your fingertip. Cursing, you threw down your cooking, turning to the sink.

The blood was swept away with the stream of water from your tap, showing only a miniscule cut, but your finger shook anyway. Staring down at the small line, even though it was clean now, your breath hitched in the back of your throat.

The rain, relentless on your roof, was the only sound muffling the sobs which left you as you hunched over the basin.

Letting your hand drop, you clutched onto the edge of the surface. You felt like a child; your computer was filled with demands, your head occupied with work, but you just didn’t want to.

Why couldn’t they just leave you be?

Some instinct within you had set your feet moving before your mind could catch up. Abandoning your laptop where its screen still passively illuminated a square of your desk, you were slipping shoes on, practically throwing your door aside with your sudden desperation to reach the outdoors.

The rain which immediately hit your skin hardly occurred to you. All you could manage was to breathe deeply in the saturated air.

You had succeeded in rediscovering some of the inspiration that led you to your current path; it had always been the beauty of your hometown, the countryside with its vast fields and open skies, the peace and the fury of the elements.

And maybe you had forgotten it, but now you knew it again you wanted to seize it with both hands. The pull of work only made you resent it more.

You had to escape.

And so your feet were taking you down your road, slipping on the track which had already begun turning to mud under the onslaught from the heavens.

You had barely left the glow of the last house on your street before water was running in streams down your cheeks, mingling with the salty tears that had been falling before. Hiccupping, you wrapped your arms around yourself.

Though you sniffed, you didn’t bother to wipe at your face.

But already the ruthless pelting of raindrops began to batter away the frustration that had been stirred in you. Still breathing heavily, you pressed unflinchingly on, your mind only able to focus on stepping forward through the storm.

Despite your lack of destination, your pace was rapid and soon you were stumbling between trees as you reached the forest. Here, the hammer of rain was lighter, plucking at leaves harmlessly and filling the air with the hollow chorus.

The oppressive feeling from sitting caged by your computer was fading. But now you weren’t sure whether your shaking was from your outburst or from the cold. Only, you couldn’t exactly bring yourself to care.

It wasn’t until now that your pace slowed in the least. Finally you were away from the pressing weight that had begun to crush you, even if it still remained waiting for you at home.

Weaving between trunks, your speed waned at last, allowing your fingers to trace along the wisened and cracked bark of each one. Even when you needed to blink repeatedly to gain clear sight from unshed tears and raindrops collecting on your lashes – even when your frame shook from head to toe, hair plastered against your skin – you finally felt free.

Having nature roar around you cast the demands of work, something that once loomed over you, far out of your sight.

Feet still tripping forwards, all it took was a toe catching on a root before your knees were meeting the earth.

Down here, the raindrops jostled the smaller plants that coated the forest floor. Looking up, you tried to wipe your hands, though it was fruitless against your sodden trousers.

But you paused in your motion as you caught sight of something.

Ahead of you, some tree roots twisted upwards, sculpted into a small arch. Although beyond that, you could see little, you rose slowly and stepped closer to it.

A few leftover tears leaked from your eyes, but they were indetectable as they slipped among the rainwater. Taking no notice, your eyes remained ahead as you reached the strange opening.

Ducking, you padded inside, not hurrying at all. It inspired a stiller pace for some reason.

The first thing you were aware of was the lack of rain falling on your back. Instead, the air was perfectly calm, only the distant pattering of water on leaves a reminder of the storm you had previously been in.

A few more steps and you found yourself in the centre of what appeared to be a large tree. Bark walls encircled the generous space, though it was obscured by the abundant greenery coating them decadently.

Tiredness was rapidly seeping into your bones now, and all you could think of the moss was how soft it looked, so tempting to your drooping eyes.

Exhaustion masked any shock you would otherwise have felt, then, when your eyes fell on a larger shape lying near the far wall. But this was not part of the tree, nor its foliage. Drawing nearer, you found it appeared to be furry. Enormous ears lay flat on the leafy ground where its head lay. Its round belly rose taller than you did from the ground, even though it was horizontal.

Staring through your bleary eyes, you merely chuckled at the unusual sight.

The creature inflated with each deep breath. It was sleeping.

You were sure you must be too, given what a funny dream you were having right now. But you were still so tired.

Without further thought, you let yourself tumble to the ground so you could rest, propped up against the forest creature. Indeed it was as soft as you had imagined looking at it.

Everything was peaceful as sleep embraced you at last.

Taehyung jerked awake, the whole house seemingly clamouring in his ears.

Eyes wide, he threw off his covers, though he wasn’t sure what he expected to do. The wind was hurtling through the air outside, hitting his house like a freight train. Windows shaking in their panes, bullets of rain still spattered against the glass.

Pulling his blanket with him, Taehyung retreated towards the main room. Although he stayed back from the windows, he still looked out, watching the vague shapes of dark trees as they attempted to uproot themselves in the blustering air.

He couldn’t deny being a little unnerved by the sudden ferocity of the weather. With a calming breath, however, he reminded himself of the true form of the wind. The image of the grinning cat brought a smile stretching across his own lips as well. It had been years since he had seen it, or the spirit Totoro and their friends.

But even if he was a child then, he clutched onto those memories, trying to keep them vivid as possible.

He was about to settle down on the sofa to wait out the noise when a different shape made itself known in the window.

Doing a double take hard enough to give him whiplash, Taehyung managed to keep himself from staggering backwards in shock. Blinking determinedly, he kept his eyes fixed on the familiar form as it drew closer into the light from his porch.

Although he knew they were real, he still found himself struggling to comprehend it.

This wasn’t another dream, another memory or image on his canvas. Pushed against all the walls in his study, and his bedroom too when they overflowed the space, images of the forest spirit were strewn about his living quarters. He could never forget it but…

Why would it come back?

A moment elapsed, Totoro’s huge frame blocking out much of the view behind them as they stared blankly down at Taehyung the way they always did. The pandemonium of the wind died away.

And then Tae’s senses kicked back in, and he was sprinting to the door, hurrying into the night because there was something else.

Totoro was carrying something-

No.

Someone.

Breathless, he stood on the step, taking in the figure cradled in Totoro’s arms. It was you.

He remained still, so Totoro moved forwards, towering above him. But Taehyung could never be intimidated, knowing this gentle giant well enough. Instead, his eyes remained on you as Totoro lowered you towards him.

You were clearly asleep, eyes shut and chest rising and falling evenly. But it was how on earth you came to be so, in Totoro’s arms, and now in front Tae’s house, that had his brow furrowing deeply.

Though water no longer sat on your skin, the dampness of your hair and clothes remained. You must be freezing.

However, as Tae hurried forward a couple more steps to reach out for you, a warmth engulfed him. Recognising the forest spirit’s familiar magic, a hint of a smile returned to his face.

Though Totoro now relinquished their grip, the magic remained cocooning you, making Taehyung able to hold you in his arms as you had been rendered weightless.

Straightening to their full colossal height, Totoro backed away. Still feeling that comforting magic wrap around the two of you, Taehyung smiled as he bowed, as deeply as he could with you in his arms. Totoro gave a little bob of their own before turning away.

For a short moment, Taehyung watched the spirit amble away. But you were the priority. Unsure how long the magic would last, he backed into the door to push it open and get you both inside. Looking around in mild panic, he settled on the first place he thought of and moved through to the bedroom.

Setting you down on the futon, he pushed your wet hair away from your forehead with his palm.

Next, he hovered for a moment.

Eventually he stood back, swallowing nervously as he watched you. It was still the middle of the night, and raindrops were splattering the window again, though less harsh than before.

Of course, his concern was still unsatisfied. If Totoro had found you, that could only mean you had been in the forest. But… why? At this time of night, you should be safely tucked away inside.

Well, at least you were now.

Sighing, he turned away to retrieve the blanket he had dragged to the living room. Collecting a few more cushions for good measure, he placed them down on the closer edge of the futon. It was big enough for him to sleep here too, while still leaving some distance between you.

After depositing his bedding, Tae made one more trip to the cupboard, bringing out a duvet. Though thick, it was very light. He liked to think of it as his ‘cloud duvet’.

Seating himself, he leaned across to you to cover you with his favourite duvet, but stopped short.

The hair lying on his pillows was already drying. So too were your pyjamas.

Sighing, he shook his head lightly and continued to throw the covers across your sleeping form.

He would get his answers in the morning. Settling down himself, Taehyung turned onto his side so his back faced you. For now you were okay, Totoro had made sure of that.

But aside from what had happened to you, one thing plagued his mind the most even as he closed his eyes.

Why had Totoro brought you to him?

Beams of light hung lazily in the air, only warded off by the thin fabric of Taehyung’s curtains. Blinking in the hazy morning, the usual hushed whisper of the forest greeted him, no trace of the furore of last night.

Except for the weight on the bed beside him.

Rubbing one hand across his face, he looked down at you. You remained nestled against the pillows, hair fanning out as the light cast it into rich colour. When his arm fell, it was perilously close to you, but he didn’t move it away.

Taehyung knew there was breakfast to be made and explanations to be had once he left the comfort of the bed.

Still, he lay unmoving, content to simply let his gaze roam your resting features. Warm light glowing against your skin showed it invitingly soft. His dark eyes traced your eyelashes where they rested, the gentle slope of your lips…

His breath hitched, a slight gasp lost in the fabric of his pillow.

At the first inclination of your lashes shifting, bringing you closer to wakefulness, he retreated, sliding out from his blanket and away to the kitchen. A puff of air left his lips as he willed his feet to fall noiselessly, leaving you to slumber.

He could easily blame the moment on his hazy awakening from sleep. He could pretend he only stayed next to you for want of staying warm in bed for a while longer.

Except he knew it would never be the truth.

You were truly breathtaking to him, painted perfectly in the dreamy morning light. All he could do was steer his thoughts away and turn them to preparing some breakfast.

And that was what roused you: the vague scent of steaming rice in the air and the odd clang of kitchenware from the other room. Rolling over as your eyelids cracked apart, you registered the indulgently soft duvet you were under, the scent of rain on the pillow.

It was already light, so you eased yourself to sit, stretching out your back with a quiet groan.

Vaguely, you remembered the sound of raindrops in the air, earth biting at your knees and a giant tree. It had certainly been a strange dream, you thought as you opened your eyes.

And paused, blinking.

This wasn’t your room. Hell, it wasn’t even your house.

From among the fluffy mountains of bedding, you slowly took in the place. Somehow, you weren’t exactly panicked by the position you found yourself, oddly comforted by the domestic sounds of cooking. You could guess where you were, and became more certain when your eyes fell on a row of assorted paintings propped against the wall.

When Taehyung poked his head into the bedroom, he found you awake and sat up. You had moved to the side of the bed, and were sitting cross legged as a hand delicately skimmed the surface of the nearest painting.

For a moment, he didn’t announce himself. Breathing deeply, his eyes rested fondly on the back of your head, ignoring the painting. He could see the artwork anytime, and he knew it well.

A vibrant green landscape of the forest, he had put Totoro and the other spirits dotted about the trees. Some were barely there, signifying how they protected the woods even though almost no one believed in them at all.

You must have sensed him, however, for you were snatching your hand back from the image and whirling around to face him.

“You alright there?” he smirked gently at your surprise.

“Yeah…” you murmured.

Noticing you chewing your lip, looking between him and the painting, Taehyung’s small smile faded a little. The confused tone you spoke with placed a light frown in its place.

“Yeah?” his low voice echoed.

Pushing himself away from the doorframe, he drew closer, hands dug into his pockets.

“That… that thing, in your drawing,” you frowned, staring right at it. “I dreamt about it.”

“Ah,” understanding dawned on Taehyung and he sat down beside you. Neither of you complained at the closeness as his leg pressed flush to your own. “That’s the forest spirit I told you about. Well, all of them are. But that’s Totoro.”

His tone had been anything but ridiculing, but still you looked around to find his expression genuine, eyes slightly creased at the corners in a vague smile.

“I-I don’t understand,” you breathed.

“You didn’t dream about them,” he leaned closer for emphasis, shifting to face you better, “it was real. Do you remember coming here?”

For a moment, you frowned, eyes escaping his as they seemed to look far away while you tried to recall. You came up empty.

“No…”

“That’s because Totoro brought you to me,” Taehyung went on, patient as before, “last night, they brought you in from the storm.”

He paused for a moment, wetting his lips as he gauged your reaction before carrying on:

“Do you remember why you were out? Did you fall asleep in the forest?”

Again, that look took over your face. Your gaze fell to your hands as they played with the hem of the duvet, untangling the mass of memories from the night before.

“I think… I must have done…” you frowned, then suddenly started. “Oh crap! I remember why I left! My boss is gonna kill me-“

Panicked, Taehyung placed his hands on your knees as you carried on rambling, starting to push the blankets away in your sudden rush.

“Hey, hey, Y/N slow down, what’s going on?”

“I-I got a call from work,” you hastily explained, “they need me to approve a set of designs and I said it was fine even though-“

“I thought you took the time off work?”

“I did, I did but I said yes anyway but then I just felt so… so- argh! I was so stressed all over again and I just wanted to get out…” the clarity you lacked the night before made you cringe as you pictured yourself walking down the muddy track in just pyjamas, heading into the trees in the middle of the night. You chuckled drily, “maybe not my wisest idea.”

“No,” Taehyung had to agree, inclining his head, “but you’re here right now. Work doesn’t need you this instant.”

Pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you weren’t quite sure if he spoke the truth. Either way, you decided you didn’t much care when the boy broke into a shy grin and offered a hopeful ‘stay for breakfast?’.

He had managed to cook without mishap this time, resulting in a self-satisfied grin which you could easily tell translated into an I-told-you-so.

Happily full after his meal, Taehyung told you that he was going to do some painting, but that you were welcome to stay. From someone else, you might not be sure if they meant it or were just saying it out of politeness, but Taehyung had already offered you a set of clothes and a hot drink.

You certainly didn’t want to go yet, and you dared to hope he wanted you to stay as well.

So you accepted his offer and settled on the sofa with a steaming mug of tea and a book you had plucked at random from the shelves. Meanwhile, Taehyung turned on an old fashioned radio, which crackled softly into life in the corner before filling the atmosphere with calm music.

You knew for a fact Tae had a study in his house, but he brought his materials out into the main room anyway. Neither of you needed to say much as he set to work and you sipped your tea, going about your tasks in the mutual comfort of shared space.

He was facing the window as he worked, allowing you a view of his progress.

In the end, you became far too distracted to make it far through the book at all, too busy watching colour fill up the blank spaces. The work had already been started, with just a wash of colour occupying the canvas.

Now, you got to watch as from the blur of colours and shapes came the form of a forest. But this one was not bathed in the glory of day, the colours dark and muted instead.

Smooth brushstrokes left in their wake a body of water, glittering stars scattered within it. The limited palette of the night-time scene was fascinating to you. At last, Tae’s brush was picking out the form of the spirit again, peering from behind the trees. Your mouth curved up into a smile.

As Taehyung stood back, brush clamped in his mouth as he assessed his work so far, you scrambled to flip over a chunk of pages in your book. Burying your face in it, your cheeks burned as you realised you had been staring this whole time.

“What do you think?”

Making an effort to look as surprised as possible, you turned back to find Tae beaming at you.

“I think it’s wonderful,” you assured him, “the colours, the water… everything.”

His eyes lit up, smile only growing wider.

“Thank you! You really think so?”

At your indulgent nod, he turned back with renewed enthusiasm to complete the side of the forest which had yet to emerge from the melange of colour.

“Shall I get us lunch?” you offered not long after, noticing that you had now been there for a few hours.

Though Tae was engrossed in his painting, nose almost pressed to the canvas as he detailed some leaves in the moonlight, he graced you with an appreciative smile and a nod.

Slipping away to the kitchen, you soon reacquainted yourself with where everything lived and got to work. It wasn’t long before your limited cooking skills had done their job. A brief call to Taehyung had him emerging in the doorway with a smile on his face, taking the bowl gratefully.

Once again you settled happily on the front step, taking in the tranquil forest. It had calmed to a mere breeze since the night before, the leaves rustling, bright green in the midday sun.

“I can see why you like it here,” you commented between mouthfuls, “it must be a great place to work.”

Taehyung hummed around his mouth of food, but soon swallowed and replied, head tilted as his eyes scanned the forest.

“It inspires me.”

“So does Totoro,” you smiled. However, it couldn’t be denied that you were digging for more information after your strange encounter.

An understanding smile curved Tae’s lips and he set his chopsticks down briefly.

“You’re right,” he nodded, “for me, they’re tied together with the forest. I haven’t seen them since I was younger, but this place keeps them alive in my imagination, I suppose.”

“Wow,” you breathed, “no wonder your work is so good, hmm? You really love this place.”

As you dug back into your food, Taehyung turned his smiling eyes to you. Though you didn’t meet his gaze, he held his breath. Chewing his lip, he wondered why he couldn’t shake that feeling that had overcome him that morning.

Eventually, he forced himself back to his food, shuffling an inch or so away from you for good measure.

“I think it’s important to have a good place,” he stated, still staring at his dish when you looked around, “a place that works for you, when you need to be creative. I’m sure you can understand that.”

“Yeah,” you nodded vaguely.

But though you never disagreed, you weren’t sure you did understand. And it struck you that perhaps you should. Previously, you had only cared about what your job title could be. Never had you focussed on where you were, convinced you could continue to force out designs the way you always had…

But right now, you thought you might share Tae’s view, the motion of the leaves and the gentle sun caressing them stirring up your long lost desire to create.

And the presence of a warm figure beside you, full of support, had you wishing perhaps a little too much that you could stay.

You couldn’t delude yourself for much longer, unfortunately. Inside, Taehyung was happy to leave your dishes on the side and his brushes out as he offered to walk you home.

However, when he proposed taking you ‘the scenic way’, you dared entertain the thought that perhaps he might like having you around, too.

Though you hadn’t been here for some time and thus your sense of direction was shaky at best, you could tell that Taehyung was leading you around to the other side of town, albeit through the forest. Neither of you were in any hurry to get there, instead enjoying the dappled shade of the woodland path, reams of laughter drifting through the tree trunks as you joked together.

A subtle ache had begun in your cheeks from the constant smiling. But as Tae broke from the path, insisting on building an ‘installation art piece’, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

Instead, you eagerly joined Taehyung as he ran giggling through the trees, scouring the floor for twigs and stones. If anyone else had seen you, it would certainly appear childish. Especially when Taehyung encouraged you to give him a leg up so he could reach a particularly beautiful fallen leaf that was lodged in the crook of a tree branch.

It was when he leapt down again with a subtle huff that you both burst into laughter again. Through the slits your eyes became as you creased with mirth, you caught a glimpse of a broad, boxy smile that robbed you of breath in an instant.

In front of you, Taehyung was chuckling, that beautiful smile still stretching at his lips. And once again, the urge to capture this moment swelled in you. You couldn’t take your eyes from him, simply trying to commit the image to memory with the unattainable hope that it would never fade away.

As he wiped one last tear, you hurriedly turned away, cursing the intense speed your heart had reached.

“What’s your plan, Van Gogh?” you joked, hoping he couldn’t see your sudden nerves.

“Not sure,” he replied happily. Fingers catching your wrist, he tugged you further on. Striding away towards the path ahead of you, he would never see the heat blooming in your face at the contact.

Flustered, you hurried after him, only to run into his back as he stopped without warning.

“Tae? Is-?”

Poking your head from your spot behind his shoulder, you too rapidly quieted.

Though it was not long since you last saw Totoro, the memory was a haze of rain and tears. Now, though, you gulped at the sight. The spirit was waddling along the pathway, each step somehow regal with its commanding size.

With wide eyes you turned to Taehyung. His side profile showed an awed smile, a shallow breath escaping him.

When the creature turned around, you stiffened. But beside you, Taehyung simply stepped forwards, leaving you staring between him and Totoro. Bowing briefly, Tae moved even closer while you hurried to observe the same manners.

Unaffected, Totoro simply turned, continuing their ambling journey through the woods.

Frown taking over your face and unsure what to do, you looked to Tae at your side. However, his expression had split into a joyful grin that obscured his eyes within creases, and before you could even open your mouth, he was dashing to follow the spirit.

Taken by surprise, you could do nothing but follow, tripping through the undergrowth until you spilled back out onto the path.

Laughter was bubbling from your lips before you could control it. Taehyung’s giggled soon mingled with yours in the air.

On reaching the spirit’s side, you slowed somewhat. Totoro accepted your presence with barely a look your way as they kept plodding onwards. What were small steps for the creature, however, took you at a surprising pace that had a sweat breaking from your forehead after a while.

“Tada!”

A flourish of Taehyung’s arms accompanied the first breaking of the companionable silence you had journeyed in.

Following where he gestured, your eyes lit up at the sight of glittering water.

“This was where we were going?”

“Yes! Do you remember it?”

A bounce had already entered Tae’s step, and he spun to talk to you while skipping backwards.

“Of course I do!” you nodded.

Just outside this village, the stream grew broader, creating a wide, flat brook. Countless afternoons of your childhood had been spent here, hopping over the stepping stones that lay above the water’s surface, or splashing in the shallow depths at the edges.

Despite the fuzzy heat of the evening, you found a little extra energy to race after Taehyung to the bank.

Within moments, he was kicking his shoes off and hopping into the glistening water. It only just came up to his ankles, close to the side where blades of grass drooped over, their tips disturbing the surface.

Sitting down for a breather, you also slipped off your shoes and dipped your feet in. Soothingly cool, the water brought relief against the heat you had worked up on the walk.

However, you never got much chance to rest as Taehyung stuck a hand directly under your nose. Scoffing, you took it anyway. In some small retribution, you aimed a kick in his direction once he had dragged you up, sending droplets of water showering over his legs.

Of course, you were instantly shrieking as he sent a playful, but much more powerful, wave of water back your way.

Though you were still aware of the large form of Totoro standing nearby, you were inexplicably more comfortable with their presence now. In fact, they faded to the back of your mind as you let yourself become preoccupied with the impromptu water fight that had your breathless laughs carrying over the rippling stream.

Eventually, you collapsed back onto the grassy bank, head thrown back as you breathed, heavy and exhilarated. For a moment, you simply let a gentle breeze soothe your skin.

When you looked back up, Taehyung snapped his eyes away from you so fast you were hardly sure you had caught them in the first place. Just as he turned away, a shadow fell over you.

Tipping your head back, you saw Totoro looking back down at you.

Before you could speak, let alone turn to face them, a bundle of sticks had fallen at your side, a couple rolling right up to your fingers where they rested. Picking the rough objects up, you looked back to the spirit quizzically. They were the sticks Taehyung had collected earlier, eventually carried here with him and left on the ground.

Then Totoro moved away, downstream a little.

Approaching you, Taehyung bent down to retrieve a few for himself.

“I think they want to play,” he smiled.

Totoro was watching you, almost expectantly. A smile quirked over your lips.

“I know this game!”

Side by side, you and Taehyung padded upstream a few paces, selecting a stick each.

“Three! Two! One!” he counted loudly, although you swore he dropped his stick a little before the last was called.

“Hey!” you shoved him playfully, but he was already taking off jogging towards Totoro.

You had lost sight of the slim shapes moving through the water, so you walked after him, groaning as Totoro held up the gnarled stick Taehyung had chosen.

“That’s not fair!” you tried to sound indignant, even going so far as to fold your arms, but laughter betrayed you.

Several rematches later, the sun was beginning to dip in earnest, and you had to admit it was time to get home. You were still closer to Tae’s house than yours, given the roundabout route you had taken.

As the light painted the sky darker, a few wisps of grey swirling below amber, the laughter died down at the prospect of going back home. Either way, there wasn’t much you could use as an excuse to stay here longer, so you slipped your shoes back on and began making your way over the stepping stones.

Taehyung went first, more steady on his feet while you slipped, taking a moment to get your footing on each one.

Totoro, on the other hand, simply watched you go.

Once, you turned back to give them a shy wave, but they didn’t move. Despite the muteness of the spirit, you thought it looked a little affronted at your leaving.

I’ll come back you promised silently with a smile.

Staring at the wonderful creature, you understood the fond firmness of belief Tae had described feeling about the forest spirits.

But with your eyes averted, your next step was not calculated. Suddenly there was no rock beneath your foot, leg slipping straight down the side as you whipped your attention to the front too late.

“Woah!”

A gasp left you as Taehyung’s exclamation faded from the air, his hands steadfast around your waist. Gulping at the sudden contact, you dared to look up. Dark eyes bore right back into your own and they weren’t breaking away.

“You okay?”

When the words left his lips, you felt them as breath drifting across your own more than you heard them.

You tried to nod, afraid that your noses would touch, close as you were. Somehow, though, you couldn’t look away. The hypnotising softness within his irises had you unsteady all over again as you placed your foot carefully back on stone.

Still, his hands stayed in place. And you didn’t want them to move away.

Tentatively, you breathed in, unable to help your gaze dipping to Taehyung’s temptingly plump lips.

He can’t have missed it. But you realised too late, returning your gaze to the safer, yet still perilous, territory of his eyes. Only to find him slightly further away, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as his eyebrows raised slightly.

Snapping your mouth closed, you stiffened as horror set in. Was he uncomfortable? Had you revealed yourself?

But still he didn’t back away-

A yelp punctuated the air, startled from your own lungs with the impact of your body against Tae’s chest. In a split second, you were landing against something firm with a large splash in the relative quiet of the evening.

Gasping as cold water covered your back, you jerked only to find a strong arm circling you in its grip. Below you, a low rumble of laughter vibrated through your body.

Eyes widening, you realised you were lying pressed flush against Taehyung.

As the grip around you loosened, taking some warmth with it, you looked into Tae’s eyes which were once again creasing with mirth. He struggled to sit it the shallow stream, eventually ending up with you straddled on his lap as his arm remained looped casually around you. Despite the water, icier now in the deepening evening, heat was flaming in your cheeks.

Eager to twist around, you laid eyes on what had caused your unfortunate impact. Totoro stood in the water, unmoving as ever although they were quite clearly the only culprit in sight.

“What-?” you spluttered.

Still laughing, Taehyung helped ease you off him, keeping your hand clasped in his own as you both clambered to your feet. Water dripped from your hair, your legs and shoes sending miniature downfalls over the stepping stones as you returned to them.

“Have we angered the spirit?” you stage whispered to Taehyung, who laughed loudly.

“Sorry Totoro, we have to go home,” Tae sent a bow towards the creature. They blinked back.

Giggling slightly, you took a tentative step onto the next boulder. No sooner had you moved than the wind suddenly picked up around you, the waves in the brook growing more prominent as chill air ensnared your damp skin.

Taehyung cursed under his breath.

“It’s freezing,” he muttered, gritting his teeth.

Subconsciously, you huddled closer to him as he looked around – first at the path ahead and over the stream, then back towards the forest. Both of you seemed to gravitate to the latter, where leaves rioted in the air above the treetops.

As you stood in the wind, Taehyung’s arm had lifted to absently hold your waist. You felt him tug lightly.

“Maybe we should go back to mine. It’s still too far to your place, we might both freeze.”

“Are you sure?” you breathed, though you wanted to agree there and then, run back to his warm bed and not move for several hours. The way your voice came shakily with the shivers that began only confirmed Tae’s plan, and he was already setting off towards the riverbank.

“Very sure. Let’s get inside.”

Not needing to be told twice, you followed hastily, only connected to Tae by your fingertips that clutched each other as he led the way.

A particularly violent gust had your shoulders hunching. You were nearly at the side of the stream, and so you kept your focus for a moment longer on the rocks in front of you, before at last your feet met the grassy floor.

But on looking up, the sight that greeted you on the bank had your mouth hanging open.

What looked like a bus was standing in front of you. Or what would have looked like a bus, if not for the fact that it was smiling.

But after the day you had had, you made no protest as Tae told you it was okay to get in, merely accepting your fate with an incredulous sigh.

Tae’s hand on the small of your back as you stepped inside didn’t go unnoticed by you, but you let it slide. It was nice to be out of the cold, so you busied yourself with getting cosy on the seats that ran down the sides of the interior.

A jolt announced your departure. Looking around, you found Totoro hadn’t joined you, but watched you leave from the bank instead.

Turning back to the scene in front of you, you were surprised to note that no wind touched your frozen skin any more, despite the fact the windows on this bus seemed to be… well, non-existent. Beside you, Tae was leaning out slightly with a giddy grin lighting up his face, hand splayed in the air.

With a smile creeping onto your own face, you resigned yourself to the unexpected journey. Folding your arms against the side, you too stared out across the sky.

The treetops were far beneath you now, your whole village visible though it looked toy-sized from here. Wisps of clouds flew close overhead while your vantage point showed the glaring sun peeking above the horizon, illuminating your face with the last of the day’s warmth.

A glance to Taehyung showed his face bathed in the glow as well, painting his skin with molten gold that danced in his eyes and streaked through his hair like brushstrokes.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away.

Mindless to the risk of him catching you, you allowed your gaze to trail along his features, cast into striking light and shade. You longed to reach out, touch his hair. It looked indulgently soft, waving in a light breeze as you travelled.

All too soon, shadows were once again flitting over his cheeks as you were brought closer to the ground.

Awed smile remaining on his parted lips, he turned his face to you. Though you swallowed, you didn’t bother to look away, simply returning a smile. If possible, his seemed to soften even more at this.

Landing was softer than leaving the ground, barely a bump letting you know you were back on the earth. Since you sat down, lethargy had crept up on you, revealing how spent you were after the day outside.

Taehyung stood while you were still blinking groggily from your position laying on your arms.

“Come on,” a low chuckled accompanied the sliding of arms around you.

You complied, finding your feet and stepping out of the bus with a yawn. Without a moment to spare, the vehicle? creature? had leapt from the ground, soon whizzing out of sight.

Until you climbed the steps to Taehyung’s house, the cool air waking you sufficiently to slip off your shoes, you hadn’t noticed that your clothes had dried.

“They never stop with the surprises,” Taehyung’s low voice chuckled, making you look up.

You had been standing just inside the doorway, ogling your sleeves as if you might blink and find them soaking wet again in an instant. Meanwhile, Tae stood in the living room, one hand dug into a pocket as his other fingers slipped open the top button of his shirt with practised ease.

Gulping at the sight, you fixed your eyes back on his.

He simply smiled. Under one arm he gathered a blanket that had been strewn on the couch, but it was his free hand he held out to you, fingers outstretched, inviting.

Grateful, you stepped closer, inhaling the comforting scent of his home. You hadn’t noticed it before, but though your clothes were dry they still gave off the odour of river water, making the aroma of paints mingled with herbs and spices more prominent by contrast as you closed the space between you.

Hand closing around the offered blanket, you broke eye contact for the first time.

“This feels like a dream,” you murmured, head shaking lightly.

A beat of silence as Tae released his grip on the soft fabric, transferring it to your fingers.

“It does,” he whispered.

Had you looked up, you would have found his eyes still trained intently on you. So close, he bit his tongue, not trusting his voice further given the way his throat closed up, lending his deep voice more gravel than usual.

Stifling a yawn, you looked around, already pulling the blanket over your shoulders. Despite the quick journey and drying off, the chill of the outside lingered a little.

“Where do you want me?” you yawned.

Tae cleared his throat before he spoke, stepping away though he left his fingers tangled loosely with your own.

“The bedroom is fine, i-if you want to, that is,” he hastened to add, “we’re both tired. Let’s get some sleep.”

While normally your manners would have you protest at least a little, you had to admit how sleepy you were becoming. It was impossible to deny that Tae had just proposed exactly what you wanted, and so you let him lead you to the bedroom, where you sunk onto the futon as he gathered some clothes from his wardrobe.

Folded beside you, you handled them with reverent fingers, slipping out of your clothes once Tae had excused himself for the bathroom.

You reversed your tasks once more before you found yourself bundled in comforting blankets, the weight next to you a steadying influence in the darkness. Though you longed to reach out for him, trace your fingertips over his skin, hold him close-

you really were just too tired.

And maybe it was testament to the security of his presence that you were unable to act on your desires, sleep claiming you strongly instead, taking you quicker than you had managed in months.

Waking up, however, was a different story.

While the exhaustion of yesterday had muffled any thoughts beyond wanting to sleep, today your mind was overflowing even as you first blinked at the pale light.

Beside you, Taehyung still lay sleeping. You were simultaneously aware of his peaceful beauty, and the panic with which you found yourself revelling in it. It seemed you had become a little too attached to him. Maybe this had all been a mistake…

Also in the back of your mind, though rapidly elbowing its way to the forefront, was the fact you hadn’t been home for an entire day. Your phone was still there; who knew how many work calls you might have missed?

Though you couldn’t quite find it in yourself to regret turning away from it, you couldn’t shake the itching responsibility to get back and see what mess awaited.

But at the same time, that terrified you beyond belief.

Most of all, however, your mind was swimming with colours. Shapes, snippets of designs floated in your brain. You weren’t sure when the last time that had happened was. You used to dream up your designs, when you were still beginning your career, desperate to create.

And though there were many scary things waiting for you, this revelation, this newfound desire to design again, lent your limbs new strength as you rolled from the bed.

Reclaiming your clothes from last night was first up; Tae had draped them over kitchen chairs to air out, but the smell lingered a little. It didn’t bother you too much, so you dressed quickly.

It was then that the soft creaking of floorboards caught your attention. You turned just in time to see Tae emerge from the bedroom, eyes barely cracked open while his lips were puffed out in an adorable pout, clearly only half-awake.

Stopping with an arm on the doorframe, hair flopping haphazardly around his face, he squinted across at you.

“Where are you going?” his low voice still rumbled in his throat, dry with disuse this morning.

Silently moving, you quickly padded across the floor towards him. None of the curtains were open yet, the watery morning light permeating the air tentatively.

In this dim space, you had the courage to lift your palms to press against his cheeks. On meeting his big eyes that stared across at you, you swallowed.

“There’s something I have to do,” you breathed, gaze skimming down his face as he watched you. Despite his bewildered state this early in the day, he was beginning to become more alert at your words.

Slowly, his fingers lifted to wrap gently around your wrist.

“Okay,” his voice remained husky, “but… you’ll come back?”

You tore your eyes from where they had focussed, without your consent, on his lips, to return his intent stare.

“Of course I will,” you whispered, mouth turning up at the corners.

For a moment, your breathing hitched. Such close distance between you two was becoming frequent, but you were far from used to it. Your cheeks still heated up, breath shallow as you savoured the softness of his skin under your hand.

Your eyes slid closed. In the relative darkness that encapsulated you, it was easy to think wishfully, imagine leaning closer in this timeless space where no one would see…

But then the moment passed, your hand slipping inconsequentially from his lingering grip.

Bringing your hand back to your side, you squeezed a smile his way and took a step backwards.

Then another.

He remained standing there as your pace sped up, and soon you were out of the door. As it closed behind you, you swore you could have seen a large pair of eyes blinking from between the trees.

Knowing what you did now, you couldn’t write it off, but neither did you pay any more attention, feeling a strange weightlessness as you trod the path to your house.

Going the short way this time, it didn’t take you long as you walked the tracks beside the glistening rice fields and farmland. Workers were already out, having risen with the sun which had fully emerged from the trees by now. As you passed, you exchanged nods and waves, smiling and giving good greetings to all you looked up at you.

Quiet fell again once you reached your road.

A nervous chill ran through you, but there was a thrill to it.

Approaching your house, you found two figures standing outside. With a frown, you drew closer.

“Auntie?” you called, making the women turn to you, “Mei?”

Mei’s warm face formed a friendly smile while your aunt beside her gawked. Recovering from her shook, she hurried to you, grasping your hands as your received her with confusion.

“Mei told me you were at Kim Taehyung’s? Is that true?”

With a glance to the old lady, you confirmed.

“That’s a relief,” your aunt laughed, “I came around yesterday to find you gone! You even left your phone!”

She was holding it out to you. Smiling weakly, you suddenly felt the weight of her watching you. Thankfully, Mei began to walk back towards her house, lessening your audience.

Sure enough, when you powered your phone on, it was instantly lighting up, ping after ping flooding your screen with notifications, calls and messages.

A frown made your aunt’s concern clear, but even you surprised yourself with your confidence as you simply grinned back.

“I have it under control,” you assured her, and walked up your steps to the door.

Inside, you took a breath, but could put it off no more. Beyond the fear of what you were about to do, lay the images of your home, the expansive fields and forests that had always been your source of inspiration. And now, a giant, friendly forest spirit-

And a hand, resting in yours.

The dial tone filled your ears, and you took a seat. Your notebook was still atop your desk, thrown aside to make way for your laptop, sat open with its screen dead. Nor had you disposed of your instant food wrappers-

“Y/N,” a stern voice crackled through the line. Your boss. “Where are those plans I asked you for?”

Though she couldn’t see you, you brought a smile to your face, summoned to lend you confidence.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly apologised, already hearing the reprimand on her lips, “but something came up. And I… I have something to tell you.”

A sigh.

“Go on.”

“Well… I’ve been thinking. I appreciate all the opportunities I’ve had with this company, but I don’t think it’s taking me where I would like to go-“

“Y/N!” you weren’t sure you had ever heard so much emotion in your boss’ voice. Her voice rang with pure shock, “Do you mean to say-?”

“This is me, handing in my notice,” you spoke clearly, “thank you.”

Silence stretched out for longer than you could comfortably take. But, should you need to, you were ready to repeat yourself. Somewhere on the other line, you heard a muffled voice trying to get your boss’ attention, but it was soon gone again. You knew well the dismissive wave that person will have received.

“Very well,” she spoke at last.

And with that acceptance, you felt like you were floating.

There was a spring in your step even as you cleaned up the mess you had left behind, the whole time itching to get your hands on your pens and brushes.

You had quit. You had quit!

For so long, the notion would never have crossed your mind, the prospect of giving up too terrifying to consider. But you weren’t giving up, not at all. Maybe you were giving up on what you thought you wanted. Or what you had wanted, once upon a time, but now no longer fit you.

Instead of guilt or fear, you were filled with excitement. You knew what you wanted.

And you were halfway there.

This, however, was the easy part. No matter how hard it may be to rebuild your career, starting afresh, none of those obstacles scared you quite as much as the next thought to enter your mind.

Taehyung.

But you had promised him you would come back.

And perhaps one upheaval was enough for one day, you thought as you gathered your sketchbook, your paints. You could afford to hide from your feelings for a little longer, right?

You certainly couldn’t deny them, but you were afraid to admit them. Who knew what could happen then? You dared not hope for them being returned, and concluded to let yourself enjoy time with Tae for now.

After all, you were so excited to create, an almost alien passion that you were thrilled to welcome back.

And you could think of no one better to share this joy with. Taehyung was an artist too; he would understand.

Not far from Tae’s house, back past the open farmland, a familiar shape dominated the path in front of you. The sight of Totoro brought a smile to your face, reminding you of all the magic you had discovered in this place since you returned.

What you hadn’t quite expected was for them to be waiting for you. Unsure what to do, you settled for a quick bow and a quiet ‘hello’ as you continued.

Walking past the spirit, it just watched you for an extended moment before following along behind.

Taehyung was at the kitchen window when you arrived, and saw you coming. A boxy smile lit up his face before it disappeared from the window, emerging only seconds later in the doorway, a pair of paintbrushes clutched in his hand and dripping onto the porch. The day had bloomed into gorgeous full sun, and he held his hand up to shield his eyes from it as he watched you arrive.

A glance behind you confirmed Totoro was still following.

“They were standing around outside all morning,” Tae began talking, coming down the steps to meet you, “thought they wanted me to come into the forest, but when I tried, they walked even further down that way. What do you think’s got into them?”

“Beats me,” you shrugged, “but they seem happy enough now.”

Sure enough, Totoro had retreated a little further towards the treeline, still watching you both. For a moment, you and Tae both twisted around, looking back at the creature.

“Anyway…” you laughed.

Joining in, Tae led the way back inside, wiping his brushes against his trousers.

“Did you do what you needed to?” he asked, back facing you. The art supplies in your arms hadn’t gone unnoticed, and he was pulling out a chair to place next to his own setup.

“Yeah,” you hummed, setting your things down, “I, er- I quit my job.”

Brows lifting, Tae straightened up to face you. But his mouth soon slid into a bright smirk.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. You couldn’t keep your own beaming smile away from your face.

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer.

“So you’re going to be around here for a while, then?”

“Yeah,” you smiled warmly, “I think I am.”

Over the next few hours, the image you had hoped for came to life. Sitting side by side, you and Tae both went about your works in pleasureable silence. Him, hidden behind an easel and periodically popping his head around it to survey they scenery, and you, meagre sketchbook propped on a cluttered desk.

It was perfect.

And finally, your creative energy was allowed to burst forth. For the first time since you were a student, you drew. And drew. And drew.

Pages seemed to fill themselves up, and if some thoughts were still unpolished, at least they were here, proof that you had never lost your spark, the spark which the fruitless toil of your old workplace had stamped out. Maybe you had just lost your way, temporarily.

And for that short afternoon, you were able to push all other thoughts from your mind. Especially those pertaining to a certain fluffy-haired artist with a boxy smile.

But even having half your worries settled was a relief.

That night, you returned home. Though you slept easier than the last time you were in this bed, you were ashamed of how much you longed for Tae’s presence next to you. Even when you had slept silently, barely touching save for the odd brush of an arm or leg when you rolled over, it was a grounding relief to have him there.

Luckily, you hadn’t even had to ask him yesterday if you could drop by again; he had leapt on the chance to invite you himself.

So you didn’t dwell on the way you reached out when you woke up, expecting to find a warm presence under the blankets with you. Instead, you happily climbed out of bed, ready to repeat your routine from yesterday.

This time, you at least brought some snacks along from your kitchen.

Today brought a large dose of d ja-vu along with it. Totoro was once again waiting for you, expectant. It took you off guard, but slipped your mind once you were back at Tae’s side, happily working for the remainder of the morning.

But Totoro didn’t give up. Those large eyes blinked through the window when the two of you went to prepare food.

“Do you want attention?” you chuckled, knowing you wouldn’t receive an answer.

“What do you say?” Tae’s low voice grew closer, “fancy a break outside?”

You were prevented from replying when his breath fell across your neck, causing you to stiffen. But he simply leaned over, hooking his chin lazily on your shoulder as he dropped another spoon into the sink where you were washing up.

“Y/N?” he frowned when met with your silence, small pout forming as he drew back to look at you.

You shook yourself.

“What? Oh, yes,” you tripped over your tongue, “that sounds great. Looks like Totoro would appreciate that too.”

With a laugh, Tae wiped his hands on a cloth.

“I’ll go get changed.”

Not long later, you were surrounded by trees, bathed now in deep shade that shielded you from the midday sun. Totoro had seemingly been satisfied by your attention, as they had followed you on your walk without protest.

Not that you were sure how they would protest if they wanted to, but your point stands.

It was strange how accustomed you were to the spirit by now, no longer staring over your shoulder at the creature. Instead, you were preoccupied by Tae as he ran, giggling, towards a tree with the perfect low-hanging branches for climbing.

By the time you had reached him, he was dangling, sloth-style, so that he was level with your head. His grin was just as goofy upside-down, and you swatted at his soft hair as it hung off his reddening face.

“Budge up,” you grinned, trying to hoist yourself up as well.

You had succeeded in getting onto the first branch when Totoro appeared by the base of the tree. Smiling down at them, you waited for Tae to clamber up to the next bough.

The moment you looked back to him, however, you felt a strange tug, shrieking when you found no branch below your feet. Looking about wildly, your feet flailed, scrabbling for any kind of purchase.

From where he hung onto a branch, Taehyung looked down sharply in a panic, but instead found you level with him.

Wide eyes stared at one another until the same feeling clutched at Tae, stomach dropping as he was miraculously lifted from his perch.

A look behind you showed Totoro still right there, also floating. One arm was holding you, Tae’s hand clutching the other. As you blinked in mute shock at the spirit, they opened their mouth, stretching into a wide grin. Laughter floated past your lips at the sight.

Somehow, you dodged the branches crossing your path as you ascended, though they grew sparser as you carried on upwards. Unlike your journey in the bus, you could feel a breeze coursing past you now.

Gaping in disbelief, you found Tae again, reaching out to him. Your expression was mirrored on his, and he eagerly entwined your free hands, smile softening as you were brought closer in the air.

And as you floated high above the ground, you somehow felt little difference than the way you always did when Tae was beside you, hand resting in your own.

You laughed again, a sound of pure joy, forgetting the spirit carrying you as you simply watched his eyes. Among the cool breeze, you felt a slight tickle of warmth from his breath.

As you watched, his smile slowly melted from his lips, captivated instead by your stare, though he looked no less peaceful.

But just as distant hills could be revealed beyond the thinning leaves, you felt a warm hold loosening around you. You hadn’t even noticed it, but now it was retracting, you could feel the spirit’s magic clearly and panicked. In an instant, you had grabbed the nearest branch, which was surprisingly sturdy.

In your rush, your hand had slipped from Tae’s, but a shudder of the branch told you he had also caught hold of it.

The calming magic slipped away completely.

Now clutching the tree for dear life, you looked down, but Totoro was nowhere to be seen. Squeezing your eyes shut, you sucked in a deep breath. Then, with a surge of energy, you swung further onto the branch, ignoring the way it lurched, to give you a steadier sitting place.

“You alright?” you panted.

Only a grunt answered you as Tae copied your action.

As he righted himself, you caught an uneasy wobble in his expression, instinctively holding out a hand.

“Come here.”

Gladly taking it, Taehyung’s shoulders lowered, easing a bit once you were connected. Waiting for him, you shimmied a short distance to rest where the branch met the trunk. On reaching you, Tae pressed closer, shoulder up against your own.

Smiling fondly, you twisted so you could reach your arms around him loosely.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, though you had no idea what had just happened.

“Not a fan of heights,” he murmured, but his deep voice did not seem panicked.

“At least it’s pretty,” you pointed out, nudging him the smallest amount to avoid toppling.

You were right. Between picture frames formed by intertwining branches, the land stretched out in the brilliant light. The same land that had always inspired you. How could you bring yourself to be irritated at Totoro for bringing you here?

“You seem remarkably calm,” a chuckle rumbled through Tae’s chest.

“I’m not sure anything else can surprise me now.”

He smiled, turning towards you. In this position, though, you were intimately close, his nose barely an inch from your own once he had twisted to look into your eyes. Inhaling sharply, you gripped the tree trunk harder.

“Why do you think they brought us here?”

“I don’t know,” you whispered, not trusting your voice, “but they wouldn’t hurt us.”

“I know that,” Taehyung nodded, gaze dropping enough for you to deflate again.

Still holding onto each other like it was the most natural thing, you eyed the landscape for a little while longer, allowing quiet to elapse.

But this proximity wasn’t doing you any favours. Though you were sure Tae was oblivious, your heart was beating erratically, unable to forget his presence. All the thoughts that had occupied you lately were flooding in, except this time there was no escape.

Literally.

You were stuck in this tree next to the man who drove you crazy any time he looked your way. The man you were dying to spend time with the moment you woke up each day. The man who accepted you, supported you, reminded you where your true passion lay.

No, you couldn’t take this.

“Hey,” a low voice brushed your earlobe, just moments before a gentle finger found your chin, bringing it up.

You had barely noticed your gaze falling from the view in front of you while you lost yourself in useless circles of thought. Now, you couldn’t look away as shining dark eyes captivated your own.

“What are you thinking about?” Taehyung asked, lips curving upwards.

Licking your lips, you tore your eyes away. This was too much for your poor heart.

“Y/N?” he ducked to catch your eyes, brow creasing.

You were too weak for this boy. As soon as you saw the slight displeasure on his face, you longed to chase it away.

You sighed.

“You…”

Nearly as quiet as the breeze, you half hoped your admission would be carried away. But as you bit your tongue, daring to look up, you knew Tae had heard. His smile grew, though he tilted his head questioningly.

“What about me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you grinned, looking away again. This was too risky. Maybe he would buy the joke and drop it before you made a fool of yourself-

“I was thinking about you too.”

You blinked.

“You were?”

He hummed, not a trace of insincerity in his large eyes as he nodded.

“Well…” you picked subconsciously at your sleeve, “what were you thinking about?”

“Nosy,” he griped, taking a light swipe at your nose with his forefinger.

Succeeding in bringing a smile to your face as you jerked your head away with a laugh, he sighed, shuffling closer indetectably.

“I was wondering… maybe Totoro did this because of you-“ just as you gaped indignantly, he hurried on “-because of us. They put us up here… together.”

“Oh. Yeah,” you nodded, brow furrowing.

“But even if- if that’s not the case…”

Taehyung trailed off, bringing your attention back to him. He wet his lips, sucking his lower one between worrying teeth before meeting your eyes again.

“We’re alone and, well… I was wondering what it would be like to kiss you.”

That knocked all the air out of your lungs. You sucked a shaky breath, then out.

“What it would be like?” you echoed.

He nodded, gulping.

And then something snapped. Unable to stand it anymore, you slid your hand to his jaw, the next moment surging forwards, lips colliding desperately.

His arms tugged you closer instantly, pulling you against him, fingers grasping at your waist hungrily as he titled his head to meet you. And heaven, it felt amazing. His lips were as soft as they looked, leaving you lapping at them with desire as his caressed yours just as dreamily, simultaneously intense with longing pressure and gentle with reverence.

Caving to him completely, you let yourself mould to his embrace. The flowing wind around you, the rustling of the leaves were utterly driven from your mind by the maddening nudge of his tongue, prompting you to deepen the kiss.

But though your fingers still clutched his jaw desperately, you were forced to break the kiss, falling away giddy and breathless.

Tae lifted a hand to your hair as well, stroking it soothingly as he pulled you close again, foreheads touching.

“Well…” you were the first to recover your voice, “I think it would feel something like that.”

A smile burst onto his face, dominating your vision, no doubt a copy of your own ecstatic grin.

Almost immediately, a strong wind ripped through the treetops. Wiping the smile from your face, you gripped tighter to both the tree and to Taehyung.

He looked around.

Following his gaze, sure enough, you were met with two large eyes staring innocently back at you.

A beat consisted of you blinking at one another in silence, before a gasping laugh burst from your mouth. Clapping a hand over it, you met Tae’s eyes, also finding him dissolve into laughter that creased his eyes.

“Looks like you were right,” you chuckled as the warm magic began to lift you once again.

“You were just waiting for us to confess!” Tae cried.

But the wide smile on his face as he pulled you closer mid-flight showed he was far from outraged.

That night saw you tumbling at last into the same bed as Tae again. You didn’t want to leave, and you never had to.

Over time, you moved in, your own things settling among the paintings, brushes and pots that filled Tae’s house. Your house.

Every day you would see the trees, feel the wind through your hair and the sun glowing between the forest branches – the very place where you had finally given into the love binding you.

And you drew. You drew and drew, and designed until you were making a name in your own right. People would ask you about the distinctive round creatures that commonly featured in your designs. Of course, you would always laugh, a familiar sound that you shared with your boyfriend, keeping the unofficial secret between yourselves.

The two of you knew, not only the forest spirits, but the dust bunnies and flurries of wind that snaked through the roof timbers on the coldest nights. And then, you could always be assured of a warm presence beside you, to hold you through the night.

But above all, you got to see that glorious smile every day, never fading from your life.

You could breathe again.

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