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thetriumphantpanda · 10 months

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retrograde, we'd shake the frame of your car

Oh look, it's a new instalment of our favourite neighbourhood DILF. Thank you so much for your continued support of this silly little series of mine. Please continue to reblog, comment and like if you're enjoying this!

Pairing | dbf!Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary | Joel drives you out of the way of prying eyes for a 'date'

Word Count | 3.4k

Warnings | As usual, just dbf!Joel in general, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, fingering (f), unprotected PiV sex (Don't do this) and talk of contraceptives.

Part 1 | Part 2

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

The late afternoon sun is beating through the kitchen windows as you rinse the plates in the sink before stacking them in the dishwasher. You smile to yourself as you place them exactly where Joel had told you during your party, before your mind wanders to more unsavoury thoughts of him.

Your parents are sat in front of the television as you wrap up clearing up for dinner, making sure the leftovers are packaged in the fridge. You’re about to grab a cold beer for your dad to enjoy whilst he watches his shows when your phone vibrates in your pocket.

Joel.

Fancy going for a drive?

Sounds ominous. This hasn’t been your plot all along has it? Sweeten me up so you can take me down a back road and murder me?

Joel.

Damn. You caught me. Guess I’ll just have to take you down a back road and fuck you instead.

Give me twenty and pick me up at the end of the road.

You pull out the beer for your dad but leave the bottle you were going to take for yourself, walking it through to the living room. You hand it to him but don’t sit down like usual.

“I’m gonna go for a drive,” You announce, “Been cooped up here all day, just want to get out for a bit.”

Your mom looks up for her gossip magazine and raises an eyebrow, “You be careful now,” She warns, “And be back by eleven, okay?”

“I’m twenty-five mom, do I still need a curfew?”

“Whilst you’re living under our roof without paying rent, yes you do.”

You sigh but relent. You must admit she is right. You hadn’t wanted to stay longer in New York once you’d graduated, thinking the job market in Austin would be less competitive, but it was still a slog trying to find a job that paid well enough that after your student loan payments were gone, you still had money to enjoy life.

You grab your keys and head out of the door, driving your car a few streets over to make it look like you did indeed go for a drive on your own, parking it up in the parking lot of the church. You say a quick prayer of forgiveness to the Lord for leaving your car in his driveway so you could go and live in sin for a few hours, before you’re jogging the few streets back over to wait on the corner of the street for Joel.

Within minutes he’s pulling up, rolling his window down with a wicked smile on his face, “How much for a few hours, sugar?” He finishes with a wink.

“I’m outta your price range, Miller.” You shoot as you round the front of his truck and slip into the passenger seat.

“Huh, weird,” He comments as he pulls away from the curb and starts driving, “Last time I checked you were free for me.”

“Well then, aren’t you lucky?”

“Very.” He says with a smile, as he free hand snakes to rest on the skin of your thigh, squeezing gently as he continues to drive to God knows where.

You smile when you realise he’s pulling the truck into the reserve a little ways out of the suburbs. You’d been here before, sometimes on your own when you needed to clear your head, Sarah had asked to go hiking one weekend when Joel and Tommy were both working, and you think you briefly remember a high school boyfriend bringing you here so he could kiss you.

The spot that he pulls into is secluded. There are trees that shade the small area that he parks in but there’s still a nice view of the lake through the windscreen of the car. The sun is starting to set, creating a mix of orange and red hues in the sky and it’s quite a romantic spot, you think to yourself.

“You knew exactly where to come,” You muse as you undo your seatbelt, “You bring all your girls out here, Joel?”

You turn to look at him and he has a smirk splayed across his lips, “You want the truth?”

“Always.”

He chuckles, “I used to bring Sarah’s mom here, when things were still good,” He points to a tree in front of you, “I actually think Sarah was conceived against that tree over there,” You gasp in shock at his admission, swatting at his bicep which has him laughing, “You asked for the truth!” He accuses.

“So, you bought me here to reminisce?” You ask, “Gonna fuck me against the tree to relive your youth?”

“You want me to fuck you against the tree?”

You shake your head, “Not really, don’t think my hips and my back are up to the job.”

“Don’t be so silly,” He chuckles, “You’re the young and agile one out of the two of us,” He’s finally undoing his own seatbelt, “But that’s good because I definitely don’t have the stamina to hold you up and fuck you like you deserve.”

You look out to the lake, you can see the slight breeze is lapping the water to the shore and it’s so hot that you think dipping your toes into the water might offer some relief, “Wanna dip your toes, Miller?” You ask, nodding your head to the water.

You don’t give him much time to respond, opening your door and stepping down from the truck as you break out into a jog down to the water’s edge. You can hear him open his door and the crunch of the gravel under his shoes as he moves to join you. By the time he catches up to you, you’ve already shed your sandals and you’re into the water up to your mid-calf. It’s not as relieving as you thought – the sun has been beating down on the water all day, so it’s like a lukewarm bath.

Joel is kicking off his boots and tucking his socks into the top of them. You watch intently as he rolls the bottoms of his jeans up past his ankles before he’s wading into meet you. You can sense he doesn’t want to get his jeans wet, so he’s not moving any further once his ankles are covered in the water, so you wade into the shore a little, scratching the itch of desire to be closer to him.

When you’re within reach, he’s taking hold of your wrist, turning your gently before his other arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest. You lean your head against his shoulder as you listen to the sounds of the breeze rustling the trees, the water lapping at the shore and the odd whistle of birdsong.

“This is nice.” You mumble, turning your head to look up at him.

“Yeah,” Joel sighs, bending down just enough to kiss you chastely on the lips, “Wish I could take you out properly, darlin’.”

You spin in his arms so you’re facing him now, a teasing grin spread out on your mouth, “Has Joel Miller brought me here on a date?” You tease.

“Maybe I did,” He smiles at you, “There’s even a cooler with beer in the truck.”

He leads you from the water, stopping to let you put your shoes back on, so you don’t hurt your feet on the gravel. He motions for you to sit in the bed of his truck once he’s laid down a blanket for you. He pops the cap off two bottles of beer, making sure he insists he’s only having one so he’s safe to drive you back later.

He settles into one of the corners, letting you sit between his thighs, leant back on his chest. It’s weird, sitting here like this, not worrying about the fact someone might see you, or hear you, but you can’t say that you hate it. After a week and a half of stolen moments and sneaky fucking, you wonder what it is the both of you are doing together, but you don’t bring it up. You want to enjoy this before launching into the inevitable question of ‘what are we?’

You finish your beer quickly, Joel opting to savour the singular drink he’s allowing himself, but he tells you to help yourself to another from the cooler, which you do, “This all seems very wholesome Miller.” You comment.

You feel him shrug behind you, “Just wanted ya to know I’m not just here to get my dick wet,” You hear him take a sip, “I mean, I am because it’s fantastic, but I don’t wantcha feeling like I’m usin’ ya.”

You want to add something meaningful to the conversation but you’re treading on dangerous ground. In all your fantasies about this situation it was never meant to be something serious. He was going to fuck you once, tell you it was a mistake and that would have been it. Nowhere had you imagined being led against him in the back of his truck like this.

The sun is setting fast now, and you can sense that the darkness won’t be far behind, then you’ll need to go home. You put your half-finished beer back in the cooler, moving around so you’re still between Joel’s thighs, but just kneeling to face him now, “Kinda want you to get your dick wet now though.”

“That so?” He raises an eyebrow and finishes the rest of his beer in a big mouthful, “You’ll need to come here then, won’t you?”

His hands are dragging down your sides to reach your hips before he’s shifting his legs, so they’re not as spread, settling you onto his lap in a similar way to how you’d been the first time you’d done this. You settle yourself down on his lap and let your lips crash to his.

He’s squeezing his hands on your hips, gently moving you in his lap so you’re grinding against him, just enough that there’s friction for both of you, whilst he opens his mouth when you rub your tongue along his plush bottom lip. You let your tongue mix languidly with his own as you continue to grind your hips into his, there’s no need to rush, not when you don’t have to worry about your parents walking in on anything, so you’re going to savour every second of this.

“Look so good on my lap, pretty girl,” He praises when you pull away, just a touch, from his lips to get some air, “Feel what you do t’me?” He’s bucking his hips up into yours where you can feel his growing erection in his jeans.

You move forward to kiss him again. This time it’s more desperate, a clash of teeth and tongue. You take his bottom lip between your teeth at one point and nibble, which causes a hiss from his lips of mixed pleasure and pain. His hands have dropped from your hips and their now rooted under your skirt, gripping fingers into the meat of your ass so hard that you think you might bruise there tomorrow.

You let a moan fall from your lips when he bucks his hips into you again, feeling the bulge in the front of his jeans rub at the front of your underwear, but it’s not enough anymore.

“Joel-” You gasp, “Need- more.”

“What do you need?” He whispers, “Tell me, pretty girl, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Want you to make me come.”

He doesn’t say anything in reply, just moves his hands to hook into the waistband of your underwear. You lift your hips enough so he can pull them down, but he doesn’t seem concerned about taking them all the way off just yet.

“I’ve got a feeling of déjà vu.” You breath out, referencing the fact that you’re in exactly the same position as you were that first time, even down to the way his thumb is teasing along the seam of your pussy right now.

“At least this time there’s no risk of your dad waking up and shooting me.”

“I kinda- ohhhhh,” You trail off as his thumb dips between your folds to gather your slick before achingly bringing his finger up to touch your clit, “I kinda like the risk.”

“Naughty girl,” He’s muttering, but he doesn’t seem to care all that much because he’s thumbing tight circles on your clit that have your hands gripping at his shoulders and your head thrown back in pleasure, “Might not be your daddy that catches us tonight, but still, plenty of opportunity for someone else to walk by and see me with my fingers in your pussy.”

He's keeping his thumb on your clit, but you feel one of his thick fingers slip inside of you and curl in the way he’s learned makes you come undone with minimal work. You listen as he chuckles when you start grinding your hips down into his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers, “Always so tight for me sweetheart.” He praises.

You’re letting out little gasps and moans as he works another finger inside of you, thumb never leaving your clit where it is rubbing tight and purposeful circles. You’re sure if anyone were to stumble upon you it would be hell of a sight. You with your head thrown back, grinding down onto Joel’s hand to meet the upward thrusts of his fingers, his name falling from your lips a mile and minute and Joel with his head buried in the crook of your neck, licking hot stripes with his tongue along your skin.

“Don’t stop,” You gasp out, “God I’m so fucking close Joel, don’t you dare stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it darlin’.” He mumbles against your hot skin.

Within seconds you’re clenching around his fingers and crying out into the canopy of the trees as he pushed you over the edge into oblivion. When you hear the shout of his name echo around you, you bite down on your bottom lip to stop any other sounds alerting someone to your presence as he works you through the aftershocks.

He’s pulling his fingers from you, looking straight into your eyes when he brings the fingers that were inside you to your lips, “Go on, baby, clean yourself off my fingers.”

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out. He presses the two fingers onto the flat of your tongue and you’re sucking them into your mouth, rubbing your tongue over them to clean your slick off him. It’s depraved but the look in his eyes makes it worth it, he’s hungry for you, looks like he’s about to devour you in a second.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, replacing them with his own tongue. You can hear him groan when he tastes you on your own mouth, “Fuck, you taste so sweet, pretty girl.”

You don’t have the brain power to respond – instead, your hands grip his belt and start to undo it, pulling it through the beltloops. Then, he’s the one undoing the button on his jeans, tapping your hip for you to sit up so he can shuck them far enough down his thighs, along with his underwear, so that his cock is finally free.

Your pussy clenches around nothing as you feast your eyes upon it. Sure, you’d felt it inside of you not two days ago, you knew he was big, but seeing it in front of you was another story. What you wouldn’t give to wrap your lips around it right now. You would, but you were desperate for him to fill you.

You reach a hand out as you’re settling yourself back on his hips again, guiding his cock to rest at your tight heat, “Go on sweetheart,” He encourages, a hand coming to cup your cheek, “Sit yourself down on my cock for me.”

You do exactly as you’re told. Joel slides into your slick pussy easily, despite the stretch, and its mere seconds before you still yourself for a moment when he’s buried inside you to the hilt. You can hear his quickened breathing below you – it’s good to know he feels the same as you do when he’s enveloped in your warmth like this. You start to move your hips, grinding into his own and the friction it creates is delicious. You can feel him nudging the sweet spot inside you as he moves.

You look down at him, his eyes glazed over and his head leaning against the truck. He pushes himself forward as his hands lift your shirt up and over your head. You make no complaints when his fingers pull the straps of your bra down your shoulders and he pulls the cups down, freeing your tits in front of his face.

“Knew you’d have such pretty tits, baby.” He’s mumbling before he takes a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over the hardened bud whilst his other hand is working on your other.

Everything that he’s doing is spurring you on. You feel him bring his knees up to rest against the back of your thighs, which gives you more leverage to start bouncing on his cock in earnest. His mouth doesn’t leave your chest except to switch from one nipple to the other, rolling each between his teeth, using the flat of his tongue to soothe each when he’s done.

You’re half aware of the fact that your combined ministrations are causing the truck to shake beneath you – a squeak added to the sounds of you both gasping each other’s names, but if Joel doesn’t seem to care, then neither do you.

“Baby, I’m gonna come,” He’s breathing out as his mouth finally pulls from your chest, one of his arms is wrapping itself around your waist, pressing you into his chest, the other rests on the back of your head, bringing your face to his neck where you start peppering kisses as he takes control, “So fuckin’ tight, and those pretty sounds you make in my ear, I’m close.”

He’s fucking up into you now. You’re so wet you can hear him sliding in and out of your pussy, the feeling of his balls slapping against your skin with every upward thrust just another added stimulant in what proves to be an orgasm that catches you by surprise.

As you’re moaning Joel’s name into his neck and clenching around him, you’re vaguely aware that he’s moaning your own, pulling your body off his cock as he spurts thick ropes of cum across your inner thighs. You stay still, listening to the sounds of your combined heaving breaths before he’s whispering into your ear, “That was fuckin’ close baby, didn’t wanna pull out.”

You’re leaning back a little, pressing a kiss to his cheek, your sex-scrambled brain talks before you think, “Maybe I should go and get the pill?”

His hands are cupping your face now, searching your eyes for evidence that you’re telling him the truth with your words, “You want that?” He asks, “Want me to be able to fill your sweet little pussy full of my cum?”

You’re climbing off him now and shimmying down the truck bed, picking up the edge of the blanket to wipe yourself clean, “I’ve never let anyone do that before,” You admit with a shrug as he’s pulling his jeans back up around his waist, “I think I’d like it though.”

“Well, I ain’t gonna pressure you sweetheart,” He says, following your lead in getting down from the truck bed, setting the blanket and cooler back in the truck, “But if you don’t wanna do that, might be an idea for me to start wearin’ something whilst we fuck, I’m sure as hell not wantin’ another kid right now, and I’m sure you don’t either.”

You can’t deny that he’s right, you’ll have to think about it when you don’t have a million and one hormones running through your body telling you to scream that you just want him to bend you back over and fill you up regardless, “I’ll have a think.” You promise as he’s wrapping his arms around your waist to kiss you.

What was supposed to be a quick peck on the lips turns into five minutes of you pressed up against the truck door, making out like horny teenagers who don’t want to say goodbye to each other. You suppose that really is what you are, just horny adults instead.

“Come on,” He says, breathless, when he pulls from your kiss, “Let’s get you home, sweetheart.”

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sheeple · 6 months

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Miracles don't exist | 28: Without you, my heart doesn’t know peace

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): MC and Teddy being cute, nothing more [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

"Teddy, are you sure this is a good idea?", you ask unsure, tugging at the sleeves of your — actually Theodore's — green sweater.

He laughs breathily and runs a hand through his brown locks. "If you say my name like that I'm not sure how much flying we'll do." He leans against his broom, smirk adorning his face.

You roll your eyes. "Whatever. If you're going to be stupid about it, I'll just leave."

"Hey, hey. What's with the attitude?" Theo grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. He has a concerned look on his face as his eyes peer into yours.

A sigh leaves your lips. "I'm sorry... I'm not the biggest fan of heights. I've always hated when I had to climb a ladder, and I hated it even more when we had to take flying class." You look away, your cheeks flaming hot in embarrassment.

Theo lays a hand on your cheek, making you look at him. "It's okay. I understand. But know that I would let nothing happen to you. And I won't force you into anything. If you don't want to fly, you don't have to fly."

Why, in Merlin's name, does Theodore have to be so sweet? He makes everything so much harder for you. "Fine", you sigh again, this time louder. "I promised after all. Just... not higher than a few feet, okay?"

Theo beams at you, pecking your lips and hugging you tightly. He lets go of you and straddles his broom. With a stretched-out hand, he waits patiently for you to take it. When you eventually place your hand in his, he pulls you onto the broom and makes you sit at the front. He lays his hands over yours so you're holding onto the broom tightly.

"Ready?", he asks and pushes the both of you off the ground once you nod.

A yelp escapes your lips as you watch the ground underneath your feet disappear. Theo hoovers a minute or so above the ground before he slowly starts to float around the Quidditch stadium, slowly looping around the goalposts and letting the wind ruffle your hair.

After a while, he touches down again and you let yourself drop to the grass on your hands and knees. You can't describe how happy you feel to feel grass again.

"Do you trust me?"

You turn towards Theodore and he looks at you hopeful. You hate to crush his good spirit so you nod. This time, you're the first to take place on the broom. Theo's in front of you.

"Hold on to me tightly. And don't be afraid to squeeze." And with that, he pushes off the ground and the two of you raise metres in the air.

You scream, pressing your face to his back while holding on tightly to his torso. You hear him laugh while he flies around. It doesn't feel as violent as when he flies during Quidditch, but you're shitting seven colours.

"Open your eyes."

"No!", you protest.

"Didn't you say you trusted me? So, open your eyes."

Reluctantly, you open your eyes and gasp. You're flying above Hogwarts, giving you a never-before-seen view of the castle. You didn't realise how massive the castle actually was.

Theo calmly flies around the perimeter of the castle, weaving between the towers and through the many gardens. He lowers the broom to fly over the Black Lake and you even dare to touch the water.

When he finally lands, the both of you are on a rooftop terrace, the same one you brought him the night of the Yule ball. With shaky legs, you drop yourself on a stone bench.

"You okay?", he asks with a smile, laying his broom down and moving to sit next to you.

You nod and hum, dropping your head on Theo's shoulder as you watch the view. "What do you want to be when you grow up?", you ask, the question suddenly flashing through your mind.

Theo fiddles with his thumbs. "I've always understood that I had to take a Ministry job, like my father. But I don't like office jobs. They're boring. And I don't want to be an Auror or anything law enforcement-related. Once all this is over, I want to live a peaceful life."

You're surprised by his profound words, not expecting it. You always thought he would be excited at the prospect of being an Auror or Curse Breaker.

"And you?" He grabs your hands, playing with your fingers nervously.

"I want to leave. Leave England and explore the world. Settle down somewhere unknown and build up a life without the prejudices that my name brings. I know I won't get it anywhere near here. What I do after that... I don't know. I'll figure it out."

The two of you stay in silence for a while, letting each other's words sink in.

After a while, you raise your head from Theo's shoulder and look at him. "Is there- is there a place for me... in your peaceful life?"

Theodore looks at you, his eyes filled with adoration for you. He leans closer, his lips almost touching yours. "My love, without you, my heart doesn't know peace."

You giggle, a happy smile. You press your lips against him, closing your eyes. He hums and lays a hand on the nape of your neck. A small moan escapes your throat as the kiss deepens, both of your lips slotting against each other perfectly.

"Fucking hell, baby", he grumbles against the skin of your neck, placing kisses and sucking on the delicate spot that has you shuddering. He pulls you on his lap, your hand going up and into his hair. You tug on the strands, your body moving involuntarily against Theo's.

"Teddy", you whine as he moans against your neck, leaving his mark. "We can't- we shouldn't. Not in the open."

Theo hates that you're right. Because he knows that if you continue, there will be too much to be seen by a random student or teacher if they happen upon you.

He wraps a hand around your throat, studying the bruises that start to form with a satisfied smirk. His eyes flicker to your face, and how hot your cheeks feel against his hand.

"Am I your first kiss?", he asks with a gleeful grin, licking his lips.

You freeze and look away from him, feeling busted. Even though you've done nothing wrong, you still feel guilty for what happened.

Theo narrows his eyes, pushing your face towards him with a caress of his knuckles. "Oh? Have you kissed someone before?"

"You're not gonna like who, so I'm not going to tell." You lean forward and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"Now I'm really curious. Do I personally know them?"

You nod, still not lifting your face. You feel him hum, one of his hands rubbing up and down your spine.

"What was his name..? That blond fucker from fourth year?"

"Gjol? Well... he is a great dancer."

Theo pulls your face away from his neck to look into your eyes. "Don't tell me the Swedish fucker beat me to it?" He looks very serious, but you can see a playful twinkle dancing in his eyes. So you shake your head.

"As I said, you're not going to like it. I won't kiss and tell, Teddy." With that, you slide off Theo's lap.

He grabs your hand to keep you close to him. "Was it Potter?", he asks in a joking manner. You still and his eyes grow wide. "It was fucking Potter? When? HOW?"

You quickly let go of his hand and dash away from him, your face as hot as the sun. Theo runs after you, yelling out profanities at the bespectacled boy. "Next time I see him. Oh, I am going to shove those prissy glasses so far up his ass that he farts glass."

He catches you and you laugh, shaking your head. "No, you're not. He was a mistake. And you're not. So don't make me change my mind."

Theo's scowl changes to a smile in an instant, caging you into his arms. "Oh baby, I would do so much more than that for you. But your wish is my command. Now, I want an apology." He purses his lips ridiculously, earning a laugh from you.

Taking his head in both of your hands, you squeeze his cheeks together. You peck his lips and smile brightly. No... he could never be a mistake.

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alloftheimaginesblog · 1 year

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almost lost you {s.h}

Plot: You're Steve Harrington's best friend so of course you're going to follow him into the depths of the lake and into the Upside Down. He's pissed that you've risked your life for him but when he sees that you're injured, your relationship shifts.

Character: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Female Reader

Warnings; MDNI, 18+, SMUT, NSFW, blood, wounds, gore, sex, soft sex

Word count: 11.6k

this is my favourite thing i've ever written

Of course you'd followed him down here, of course you weren't just going to leave your best friend to drown and/or be taken to the Upside Down and be killed. You were never a strong swimmer but you'd be damned if you weren't going to save that stupid boy. Reacting on blind adrenaline, you abandon your jacket in the boat, grab an oar and then you dive into the lake.

The water is freezing, prickling your skin like needles, but you barely register it. You have to get to him. It's a lot deeper than you expected and by the time you reach the red, glowing gate your lungs burn for sweet oxygen. Grimacing, your hand reaches out, pushing through the fleshy gate before you push your entire self through and all you can think in that moment is that you hope there's no more swimming involved.

Your back hits cold hard ground as you lay there gasping for air, thankfully no more water. You'd landed on concrete. It doesn't take long before you jump up, dripping wet and undeniably in the Upside Down, and start hitting everything in sight. They were like bats with big wings and long tails and they swarm you. You whack them with everything you have before they break away and then you see Steve a few metres away. He's being choked, strangled by one of the bat's tails, arms and legs flailing to find something to get it off of him. You spring into action, barrelling over to the bat and hitting with all of the strength you could muster. Bats swarm and attack you with teeth like razors slicing into your skin but you couldn't care about that now. You have to help Steve. With a final thwack! the bat that had been strangling him dropped down, releasing Steve's neck. It lay on the ground, twitching and making a faint screeching noise so you whack it a few more times making sure it's finally dead before dropping to Steve, "Are you okay?!"

"I told you not to follow me!" His voice is a croaky yell as he pants hard, "You shouldn't be in here! Not you!"

"You think I'm not going to follow you into the depths of hell? Oh, Harrington, we're too far into this friendship for that. I'd follow you to Mordor." He rolls his eyes at your Lord of the Rings reference, far too used to you and your nerdy comments.

"It's too dangerous-" he cuts himself off, realising that blood dribbles from various cuts on your arms, "You're bleeding."

"I'm fine," you tell him strongly and honestly you do feel fine. The adrenaline is coursing around your body and right now, you don't feel any of the wounds, "I'm fine. They're just scratches." He accepts this, leaning back to take deep breaths as the rest of your friends appear each more horrified than the last (Eddie's last to come and judging by his scream of 'what the fucking shit is this?!' you can tell he's pretty freaked), "Can you stand?"

He nods and with your outstretched hand, you help him up. Once he's up, he looks around, "You all came down?"

Eddie runs his hands through his wild curls, "Dude, they all came down and I didn't want to be the only one not here."

The five of you look around. It's terrifying down here. The whole place looks familiar but it just feels off; uncanny valley or whatever they call it. It looks like Hawkins but an evil version of it. The sky crackles above you, lightning and thunder casting an eerie red glow over the Upside Down town. You look to the ground and see that the tendrils, the long fleshy veins, are everywhere.

"Be careful where you step," Nancy says, "it's a hivemind so it's all connected. You step on it, it knows we're here." Everyone knows it's more so pointed at Robin who can never seem to keep her balance even when standing perfectly still.

Robin nods, "I can do that," she murmurs to herself as the five of you begin to walk in the direction of the Creel House. You don't know who she's trying to convince more; the four of you or herself.

There's an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Steve's shoulder brushes yours and you immediately feel the dread die down for a moment. You breathe in a deep breath and puff out your chest as you continue walking.

As the lot of you tread through the Upside Down, you begin to feel slightly hazy, just around the edges at first as though you've just woken up and you're trying to shake off the tired and then it wrapped you up all at once. One minute you're beside him and the next, you've dropped to the floor, eyes rolling. Steve yells out, alerting his friends, as he falls beside you, hands on your cheeks. He's shouting your name, shaking you when he realises that your jeans at the thigh are dark and wet... you're bleeding. He pulls back the fabric and sees a large bite wound. He'd known you'd gotten scratched but you'd told him it was fine, not sore and not deep. He mentally curses you.

"I can help," Nancy says quickly as she rips her shirt, pulling a thick part of fabric off, "Move out the way and I'll bandage her leg."

Steve shakes his head, "I have to do it." He can't lose you; he has to be the one who saves you. He has to be the one to do it. He keeps talking to you, asking if you can hear him but you're not waking up. Panic surges inside of him, heart beating quicker as he stares down at you. Why aren't you waking up?

His hands are clumsy and shaking as Nancy hands him the piece of fabric from her now ripped shirt. Four years into this and they'd still never thought to bring a first aid kit wherever they went. The ripped cloth of the t-shirt would have to do and once tied tight, it would at least apply pressure and hopefully stop the bleeding. Steve's eyes dart to your face, scanning your face to see if you're awake. He's talking to you the whole time, panicked and adrenaline fuelled sentences that he doesn't remember.

"You gotta open your eyes, (y/n). Show me those pretty eyes."

"You think I'm really worth all this fuss?"

"You just had to follow me in here, didn't you?"

"I need you to open your eyes and speak to me, (y/n). I need to know that you're okay. Please."

"Please don't leave me."

You can hear him but it's all fuzzy. It sounds like you're underwater, he sounds far away. It feels peaceful but you fight and you fight hard. It takes every bit of strength you have to open your eyelids which feel like they're weighted down, it's brief but it's good enough. He breathes a sigh of relief as he sees your eyes fluttering, you're alive but you're slipping in and out of consciousness, world feeling hazy as you lay on the ground.

"Hey," he says, voice loud enough to wake you up but quiet enough that the rest of the group wouldn't hear, "you gotta keep those pretty eyes open for me, (y/n)."

You blink up at him, wiggling your fingers as the sensations of your body flood back to you, the pain floods back hitting hard and making you groan out. Steve asks if you're okay and all you can respond with is, "M'awake."

"Keep it that way." He holds up the makeshift bandage, "This is gonna hurt."

You're all banged up, covered in cuts scrapes and bites but the bite on your leg is the worst. Between the two of you, you're able to peel back the ripped jeans on your thigh to expose the bleeding wound. Steve grimaces, "That good, huh?" He doesn't respond and instead pulls the fabric around your leg tightly. You wince, hissing out in pain but you let him continue as he tries his hardest to be gentle by wrapping it tightly around your thigh before tying it tight. The pain from your wound is forcing you to be awake and conscious, sending streams of curse words out of your mouth. It hurts and it hurts bad, it burns and stings with every movement. Your whole body wants to sleep but the wound pulsing under the bandage won't let you and you're thankful for it. One of his hands is on your arm, never wanting to part with you, and all he can do is watch as you breathe hard, teeth grit, as you manage to sit up.

"Motherfucker," you hiss, "that hurts worse than that time I catapulted off the wall up behind Benny's and landed on that rock."

Despite everything, he manages a small smile and a breath of laughter, "Your mom never forgave me for that one even though it was your idea." He glances down at your leg, looking at the bloodied cloth, "That should hopefully stop the bleeding."

Nancy glances into the sky and realises that the bats are coming back and there are hoards of them this time, "Uh, guys?" She asks, voice tense.

Steve looks over at her and then follows her gaze upwards. Fuck. You do it too and you know that there's no time. You have to move. All you want to do right now is curl into a ball in bed - in Steve's bed - like that one time when you drunk and you fell asleep wrapped up together cause that's just what friends do, right?

"I'm okay," you tell him nodding and just like Robin not long ago, you don't know who you're trying to convince more, "just... help me up will you?"

Steve's strong hands pull you up and immediately wrap you in a tight hug, "Don't ever do that to me again," he huffs breath tickling your neck, "I thought I was about to lose you."

"You can't get rid of me that easy, Harrington." You thought that joking would help the situation but no, if anything it made him worse. He's shaking; absolutely terrified from the ordeal of thinking he'd lost you. He pulled back, heart hammering in his chest, as he stares down at his hands that are smeared with your blood. His eyes are glassy and he looks like he's about to cry. You take a breath, taking his hands in yours, "Hey," you whisper, forcing his attention away from his hands and to you instead, "I'm here, okay? I'm alright; bruised and bloodied but I'm alive, Steve, okay?"

"I can't lose you." It's an admission of some sort, not a full blown 'I love you' but it's pretty damn close. It makes your heart race and all you can do is hug him again, pulling him in tight. For a moment, just a moment, everything faded away around the two of you and you could close your eyes and pretend that everything's okay.

The moment's over all too soon when Nancy clears her throat from up ahead. You look over to her and she gives you an apologetic smile. It's time to go.

"Out of the frying pan," you say, taking Steve's hand tightly.

"And into the fire."

Walking isn't an easy task, you're slow and unsteady and with every step, you want to yell out in pain. Steve stays at your side, supporting you as much as he can, "I could carry you, you know... At the very least just a piggy back ride." You're holding everyone up and there's not enough time to let you go at your own pace, you have to move quicker but each time you try, the pain burns stronger.

Quickly, you shake your head, "Over my dead body."

"Yeah, well it might have to be if you're walking this damn slow," he snaps half serious, "Seriously, (y/n), let me lift you."

You push back from him. It's been years since someone picked you up, last time someone did they commented on how heavy you were and how you should think about losing some weight. You were humiliated that day so never again. You had a complicated relationship with your body, in some things you really liked the way your body filled out clothes, in other aspects you hated it. It wasn't a secret that you were fat, people had eyes and they could see it obviously, but it's like when your friend has a very obvious massive red spot on their face - you see it but you just don't speak about it. You don't voice things that could very well be an insecurity for some people.

"Steve, I- I'm too heavy." You feel pathetic as you say it and you can't look at him. You hate that you still have these worries and insecurities but after years of society telling you how you should look of course it had an impact on you.

Steve stops.

He ducks his head to look at you with sad eyes. He hates that you're ashamed of yourself in this way when in his eyes you're absolutely perfect. "Let me help you, (y/n), please," he says quietly so the others don't hear, "You won't hurt me, you're not too heavy, I'm strong and I can get us there faster... It'll help your leg, it'll let you rest it even for a while."

"You're not going to... to laugh at me for how heavy I am?"

Something bubbles up inside him in that moment and all he wants to do is wrap you up and keep you away from all the bad things in life. My god, he wants to kiss those insecurities away, make you realise that you're the prettiest goddamn girl in the world. No one comes close. He shakes his head, strands of his perfect hair falling out of place, and he takes one of your hands, "I'd never do that. You're not going to be heavy for me just let me help you."

If it had to be someone, you would've picked Steve so with a sigh, you relent and he crouches so that you can jump onto his back. You almost forget about the pain in your leg as the nerves burn hard in the pit of your stomach. He lifts you with a surprising amount of ease, jumping to readjust you so that his hand isn't anywhere near your injured leg, "Comfy?" He asks as he starts walking.

"If I'm too heavy you can just put me down, it's okay. I'll walk faster, you don't have to-"

"(y/n)," he cuts over your rambling, "I've got you, don't worry. Just take a breath and chill out for a bit." He begins to walk and catches up with the group on their path to the Creel House. Nancy and Robin glance at you both before catching the other's eye and giving the other a knowing smile.

You bury your head in the crook of Steve's neck, breathing long and deep. Steve can't think straight. All he can focus on is the way your breath is hot against his cool skin and the way your lips gently graze his neck with every step. The feelings that he thought he'd buried down long ago burn violently under the surface. Dustin would be screaming 'I told you so' if he was here right now. For years Dustin had been trying to get Steve to realise the true nature of his feelings for you and finally, fucking finally, it was happening. He shakes his head, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart when your lips graze his skin, and instead he tries to focus on the task at hand.

Everything's over, it's done... at least for now.

You manage to get back to Steve's house in one piece, the five of you traumatised and dirty. Steve's house was empty as usual, his parents both working out of state, so the five of you crowded in Steve's car, Steve driving and you in the passenger seat with his hand in yours. The five of you cram into Steve's car, bloodied and bruised and knackered but you're all alive. Steve drives through Hawkins but his focus is entirely on you. Since your injuries, he hadn't stopped touching you; holding your hand, arms wrapped around you... He had to keep touching you, had to keep reminding himself that you were okay. Every now and then, his thumb brushes over the bloodied skin of your hand. Dustin, Lucas and Max had radioed a while back to say that they got home okay, they'd nearly been caught by police but managed to escape so it was just a straight drive to Steve's. It felt strange being back in Hawkins. You hadn't been away for too long in the Upside Down but returning as though life was normal was a weird one. Things weren't normal; things were pretty fucking strange.

As the five of you enter Steve's house, Nancy darts off to the phone. She'll be trying to get a hold of Jonathan. Eddie asks if Steve's got any beer, Steve points him in the direction of the kitchen and Robin follows in search for food.

It's just you and Steve standing in the hallway.

"How's your leg?" He asks you.

"Fucking killer," you frown, looking down at the bloodied state of your jeans. You hadn't realised just how much you'd bled with being in the tinted red Upside Down since it was kind of hard to see but now it was a stark contrast against your light blue jeans even in the darkness of the night.

"You wanna go shower first?"

You nod quickly. The thought of a shower appeals to you, being able to wash off the dirt, grime and blood and getting to properly clean your wound, oh it sounds like bliss. The only thing that halts you - as you attempt to very slowly climb the stairs - is that Steve obviously won't be in there with you. For the entirety of the night, since jumping into the lake and heading into the Upside Down, Steve had been by your side, constantly touching you in some way, and now... you weren't ready for that to stop. Things had changed, things that you weren't sure you could keep a secret for much longer, and you weren't ready to be apart from him, not yet; not ever.

You glance back at him and he seems to know what you're thinking. He can tell by the panicked look in your eye and he quickly nods and says, "I'll be right outside the door, I promise."

He helps you as much as he can upstairs, holding you up while you hiss and curse in agony as pains shoot up your leg, and helps you into his bedroom. He raids his closet and finds an old jersey of his, it's big and baggy and it'll definitely fit you, before he grabs a pair of stretchy gym shorts from his closet, "Here," he says as he hands you it, "change into these and we'll wash your clothes. We'll get everyone's stuff washed actually."

You're quiet as you nod and pad slowly back to the bathroom, Steve behind you. He slides down the wall, sitting on the floor just to the left of the bathroom door, "I'll wait here, take as long as you need." You're hesitant to leave him but you know that there's no way around this so you thank him and close the door behind you. As soon as you're in the bathroom, you want to turn back and find comfort in his arms but you force yourself to move forwards towards the shower. You have no other choice but to shower, you need to get cleaned up and you'd already prolonged that for long enough.

Stripping off your clothes is harder than you thought it was going to be, they're stuck to you, stuck to your skin from dampness, sweat and blood. You manage to peel your t-shirt off before chucking it to the floor. You take a breath as your hands work gently to untie the makeshift bandage around your leg. You curse loudly and Steve's calling out after you, asking if you're alright.

"Fine," your voice is tense as you try and breathe the pain away, "just getting these stupid jeans off. Leg's agony."

"Once you're cleaned I'll get the first aid kit and patch you up, give you painkillers too." He wishes that he could do more, that it could've been him instead of you that got badly hurt but there's nothing he can do now. All he can do is try and help you be comfortable.

"Can you talk to me about something? I need a distraction so I can pull these jeans off."

Immediately, he straightens and starts talking to you about the time in sixth grade when William Denver got a pencil lodged in his ear after a dare gone wrong. It was the distraction you needed as you managed to pull your jeans down with some ease and some pain. You stay standing for a minute just listening to him talking, it's nice; he's nice. You like that he didn't even question it, he just produced a memory from random and started rambling about it. He never made you feel silly or like you were asking for too much, he just did whatever you needed him to.

"Steve?" You say after a minute .

"Yeah?"

"You can stop talking, I did it."

"How does the wound look?"

"Gonna be honest, Harrington, I'm not fucking looking at it." It was the truth. You don't want to look at the wound, not yet. You'll wait until it was clean to do that. If you look now, you'd freak out so instead, you climb into the shower and almost instantly, you feel a million times better.

As Steve sat outside, scraping blood from under his nails, he couldn't get something that Eddie had said to him out of his head.

"It was (y/n), dude. As soon as you were pulled under, she was off like a shot. I've never seen anyone move that fast. She didn't even think about it, just dove in straight after you... You've got a good one there, dude. Can tell she really loves you."

Was that true? Did you love him? The questions whirred around Steve's mind and it was all he could focus on, nothing else except you. Things had changed and it was obvious, even to the two of you.

The water is hot but not too hot that it hurts. You stand in the shower just letting the water rush over you for what feels like forever, you're just enjoying avoiding looking at the bottom of the bathtub. When you finally look, it shocks you that it's still red, that there's still so much blood and grime on your skin that it's still turning the running water red. It makes your stomach flip and makes your eyes fill with tears. You'd hoped that by the time you opened your eyes, the only reminder about what happened that night would be the bite on your leg but when you open your eyes, the reminder is still all over you. You're still caked with dirt and blood, sticking to each and every crevice of you. With outstretched hands, you steady yourself against the wall as the reality of the whole situation hits you. It hits you hard from Steve choking to you passing out to the piggy back to the events in the Creel house... it all hits you like a train and you can't hold back the sobs that wrack your body. All you want to do is curl up and cry and sleep and pretend everything was normal.

It's too much. It's all too much. Steve was used to this life but you weren't, he'd always kept you safe from this world and now here you were, standing in the shower covered in blood; your blood, your friends blood and strange creature's blood. Bile rose in your throat as you desperately try and calm down. Your whole body is shaking as reality hits you, the adrenaline from diving into the lake to save your best friend stayed in the Upside Down, it didn't come back. You don't feel brave anymore but instead weak and scared.

Steve hears you. He can hear the sobs that come from you though drowned out by the shower but he hears and it breaks his heart. He looks at his hands which have dried blood coating them; your blood. He knows the feeling that's crashing over you, he knows how intense and overwhelming those moments are so he does the only thing he can do. He begins to talk loudly so that you can hear him over the noise of the shower, he doesn't know what he's talking about, he's just talking. He needs to fill the space, needs you to concentrate on something other than the panic and dread that's nestled and made its home so very deep inside of you.

You frown as you try and control your crying to listen. He's rambling about the time in eighth grade when he decided to skateboard off of the top of his garage and he ended up with a broken ankle. Rambling about how freaked out he was seeing the blood and the bone and how calm you were, about how you calmed him down told him that he'd be okay. You were the one who calmed him down with jokes in the ambulance ride to hospital and when they told him he'd need surgery, it was you who made him feel better by saying he'd have such a cool scar. It was you who waited hours on him coming out even despite your mom not being happy since it was a school night. It was you who visited first. It was you who signed his cast first.

"You've always been the strong one, (y/n). Always been the one to help me out... Always been you."

You'd been so focused on listening that your body worked in autopilot, scrubbing your skin hard of all of the grime and blood and when he was finished, you realised that you were almost done too. You catch a glance or two at your thigh, the wound is angry and red and it's deep but it's not as bad as it once looked. You scrub your nails furiously, trying to get the blood that's jammed under them out, before turning the water off.

You can hear him talking to someone outside the door, it sounds like Robin. You dry yourself off, careful not to irritate your thigh too much, before pulling on his jersey and shorts. They fit and they fit baggy which surprises you. They must've been huge on Steve. You wipe the steamed up mirror to look at the blurry vision of you. You like it, you like wearing his clothes. They smell like him, a mixture of cologne, pine and vanilla. You love that smell.

It's not much longer before he's knocking on the door, "You alright?"

You don't reply and instead just open the door. He almost can't function as you stand there in his clothes. It's an old jersey and shorts but oh my god, you make them look incredible. Something within him stirs, something possessive and feral inside of him but it's forgotten about after a second when you ask him if he's alright, "You're just staring at me, you good?" You feel self-conscious under his gaze because he's never looked at you like that before, at least not that you've been aware of. You shift in his jersey, self-consciously tugging at the hem to pull it down so it wasn't clinging to your stomach.

"I, uh, yeah. I'm fine." He nods quickly, "Robin came up a couple minutes ago. Her and Nancy are gonna use the downstairs shower so pointed them in the direction of my mom's closet for clothes. Eddie's just showered and is wandering about in his boxers so just don't look." You manage a small smile, "She says that Nancy's making some food if you wanted to go down-" He sees the absolute look of terror in your eyes, "Or you can wait here for me coming out the shower?" You nod quickly, "Okay, that's fine. I'll try to not take too long." He smiles knowing that you don't want to be away from him, he doesn't want to be away from you either. He grabs himself a clean towel and something to change into before disappearing into the hot and steamy bathroom.

You awkwardly manage to slide down the wall without irritating your leg too much as you wait for him to finish. You try and shut your mind off, not wanting to be alone with your thoughts for any longer than necessary, so you distract yourself with any means necessary.

You think back to when you and Steve were twelve and had thrown a party for the two of you in your basement. You'd stolen your dad's old records as the two of you danced around, wired to the moon on sugar and candy. A song had come on, Life On Mars - David Bowie, and the two of you were in total amazement. It swiftly became 'your song' as Steve dubbed it. It wasn't romantic like most couples songs were but it was a song that the two of you would dance around the room and sing loudly in the car to. You began to hum it quietly to yourself trying to stay focused in the memory of that silly party the two of you threw.

He doesn't take too long but it's been long enough when it hits the fifteen minute mark. You feel on edge. You know that he's just on the other side of the door but you don't feel right knowing that he's not there beside you. Your hands fidget nervously with the hem of the jersey as you breathe in his scent from it to keep calm. You long abandoned humming David Bowie as after five minutes, you were driving yourself insane, and instead spent the last ten minutes with your eyes squeezed shut head pressed back against the wall as you try and calm the rising panic.

The door swings open a few minutes later and there he is, standing there freshly cleaned and washed with his sopping wet hair still looking perfect and a clean t-shirt and shorts on. You reach out for him to help you up and when he does, you throw your arms around him tightly. You need to feel him, need to know he's okay and he's safe. He seems to need this embrace as much as you do as he responds by tightly pulling you against him, bodies flush against the other, warm and damp. His hands grip onto the fabric of your material as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, "I almost lost you," he breathes out. His voice is thick and you can tell that he's close to tears. He can't get over how close he came to losing you. It put everything into perspective for him then, made him realise that life was too short to continue pretending that there wasn't obviously something between the two of you.

"I almost lost you," you murmur as tears build in your eyes, lips once again grazing over the skin of his neck, "I saw you go under and I just- I didn't even think I just jumped in after you." Steve closed his eyes briefly, so what Eddie had told him was true.

It almost doesn't feel real what happened tonight. The whole thing, even this standing in the safe arms of Steve Harrington, it feels like you could blink and be back in the Upside Down so you cling to him and he clings back just as hard. Neither of you cry but the fact that you both welled up over nearly losing the other proved the point regardless.

It's not until you hear someone padding upstairs that the two of you break apart, though his hand holds yours, it's Nancy. She's wearing pyjamas that belonged to Steve's mom, loose and baggy on her, "Food's ready," her voice is quiet and her smile is apologetic knowing that she's just walked into something that she shouldn't be seeing.

Steve nods before he gathers yours and his clothes and then he leads you slowly downstairs to go and eat. Steve tells you that you'll eat then he'll patch your leg up. The smell hits you when you walk into the kitchen; pizza, chicken nuggets and fries. Nancy had raided the freezer and put on a feast for everyone. You didn't think you were hungry until you got there and saw the food. Steve bundles together everyone's clothes and chucks them into the washing machine, pouring a healthy amount of detergent in before turning it on. It's only then as the five of you crowd round the table, chairs squeaking as you pull them in, that you feel the hunger. You all eat in silence the only noise that can be heard is chewing and the grumble of the washing machine. Usually you didn't like eating in front of people, you got worried about what they'd think about your portion size or made a comment but right now you didn't care. With Steve's hand on your knee, you couldn't care about anything else right now. It doesn't take long before the food's finished and you're all guzzling on the water bottles that Nancy had placed on the table.

It's then that you look around the table, looking at everyone. Everyone's clean, smelling of vanilla body wash and coconut shampoo, with clean clothes that are a little loose and baggy (aside from Eddie who only wears boxers but he's wrapped the throw from the couch around himself) but the angry red scrapes, scratches and cuts that litter everyone's limbs are hard to hide. Nancy's managed to shower, change, cook dinner and even managed to treat hers, Robin's and Eddie's scrapes and cuts in the time it took you and Steve to shower. Impressive.

Once the food's finished, everyone scatters. No one really talks aside from their 'thank you's to Nancy. Steve gathers the plates up and puts them in the sink. You wait. He'll wash them in the morning he decides before moving to the counter where Nancy had left the first aid box. He grabs it and wiggles it in his hand, "You ready?"

You nod, "Let's get it over with."

He kneels down in front of you as you sit in the chair, "Can I?" He asks as he nods to the shorts you're wearing. You nod. Robin walks into the kitchen and quickly backs away, the scene unfolding far too intimate for anyone else to see. She warns Nancy and Eddie to stay away. Steve hands are gentle as he rolls your shorts upwards to get to your mid thigh. It's then you both get a good look at your wound. It's angry and raw but it looks better. The bleeding stopped a while ago so that's a good sign. Still hurts like hell though.

He rummages through the first aid box, finding a wipe and a large plaster, "It's gonna hurt." He tells you as he tears open the antiseptic wipe. You nod quickly and with a tender hand, he cleans it. It stings and burns but you aren't focusing on the cut, you're looking at Steve. You're looking at the way his hair falls into his vision and he blows it away with an upwards puff of air. You're watching the way his brow furrows in concentration as he gnaws on his lower lip making sure to not cause any further harm to you.

He grabs stuff to dress it with, glancing up at you, doing a double take when he realises that you're staring at him, "I'm not hurting you am I?"

You shake your head, "No, you're fine."

He goes back to gently dressing your wound and before you know it, he's finished. You go to pull away but Steve reaches out, "You forgot the most crucial part of patching up a wound," he chides, that playful tone once again back where it belongs. You frown but before you can ask what he means, his head ducks low and his lips graze the skin above the dressing. It's so soft and gentle that you wouldn't have known he'd done it had you not been staring at him with wide eyes. Where he kisses feels hot but not from the wound rather from him. Your heart beats fast in your chest and your cheeks feel like they're on fire, "There." His breath tickles over your skin. He lingers for a few seconds, too long for a friend, before he pulls back and stands up leaving you sitting there absolutely stunned.

He smirks as he turns away from you, discarding the empty wrappers in the bin, he knows what he's doing to you. Hope burns strong inside him, hope that maybe this is it; this is his chance, your chance. When he turns around you tell him to sit down, "Mine are fine," he says with a shake of the head, "not as bad as yours."

"So?" You ask with a raised brow, "Sit."

He complies.

You grab some plasters that were at the bottom of the box which happen to be some yellow and red plasters with various wild animals on them. Steve laughs slightly, "Seriously?" He asks as you grab a wipe to clean him.

"It's the only plasters you've got, not my fault Harrington."

He rolls his eyes but humours you and lets you dab his cuts carefully before sticking down the plasters. You only plaster the ones that are deeper so he ends up with some on his arms and one on his left temple. He goes to stand up, "Wait," you tell him fighting off a smirk, "you forgot the most crucial part of patching up a wound." His eyes widen slightly and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. Two can play at your game, Harrington. Slowly, you duck your head to press gentle kisses to the cuts on his arms, lips lingering just as his did. Steve swallows hard. It's taking everything to control himself right now and even then, he's barely controlling himself. He can't stop thinking about the way your lips feel, soft and warm on his skin, and he can't stop thinking about how they'd feel against his own.

Your heart is beating harder but you don't let it show as you lean in close to him. Steve's eyes are trained on you, never wavering, entirely focused on your next move. You press a gentle kiss to his temple, your hand rests on his knee for leverage. Steve swallows hard again and you secretly smile knowing that you're having some form of effect on him. He can smell you, smell the shampoo in your hair that he uses, he can smell his jersey on you and he loves that he can smell himself on you. Again, that primal urge rises in him but he pushes it away as you lean back and sit back down in your chair.

"Uh... thanks," he says as he clears his throat. You like seeing him like this, flustered and flushed, "How's it feel?" He asks referring to your wound.

"Better." Your cheeks feel hot as you replay the moment of him kissing your thigh over and over in your head. He stands up and takes your hand before slowly leading you out of the kitchen and into the living room. You like the way his hand feels in yours, warm and large.

Eddie's set up camp for the night there, laying on the couch under a blanket with a cushion shoved under his head. Robin's curled in the armchair almost half asleep but Steve taps her leg and tells her to go to the guest room, Nancy too who was coming downstairs carrying blankets. Without a word, the two girls nod and head upstairs.

You and Steve aren't far behind them, following them up after he locks the door. There's no question of where you're sleeping, not an utterance of a word about it, instead it's just quiet acceptance. He makes sure that Nancy and Robin are comfortable before leading you into his bedroom and quietly closing the door behind him.

Nerves bubble in your stomach. It's different. You've been in Steve's room hundreds of times over the years of being friends. You'd slept in this room plenty before too on duvets on the floor and once in his bed curled up with him after a drunken party. This time though... it feels different. It doesn't feel like sleeping over with a friend because well, he's not a friend anymore. You aren't sure how he feels about you but you know that this isn't how friends treat each other. You don't want to get your hopes up just in case but they're there, niggling under the surface of your skin.

It's only when you're in his room with the door closed, you're unsure what to do next. Steve's not shy and he knows exactly where you're going to be. He walks to his side of the bed and lifts the duvet to get in, "Well?" He asks, "Hurry up and get in here."

He doesn't need to tell you twice.

Your heart beats fast as you climb into bed beside him. The bed smells like him, it smells like home. Steve watches you the whole time, the words he wants to say are right there on the tip of his tongue, locked behind his teeth but he's not feeling brave anymore so he stays silent. There's a certain tension in the air that you both feel as you lie on your sides, facing each other. Your heart hammers in your chest as your mind whirs with the possibilities of what might be.

The moon seems to be right outside of Steve's open windows, shining in bright so that you can see him, he's a duller and darker version in this light but he's still Steve; your Steve. You look up at him from behind long lashes and you find his eyes boring into yours, roaming and searching, looking for an answer to the question that he hasn't asked. It seems to click then, to both of you, that this was something more than what is once was or maybe this is way it always had been but it was only now you were realising it. He shifts closer and you do too as his eyes switch from your lips to your eyes. The burning desire to kiss someone has never been this strong before.

All you can hear is the beat of your heart in your ears like a drum, faster and faster, as you inch closer to him. He finds one of your hands lost under the sheets and takes it, clasping your fingers together tightly. It's then when you look up and realise that you're almost pressed together. Steve swallows, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, as his breath tickles over your face.

It happens.

You're not sure who moved in first, it was more like a joint effort to meet in the middle. Your eyes flutter shut as Steve closes the gap between your lips, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It's a small kiss, gentle and it doesn't last long but in that moment, everything slots together and you feel like everything's right again. He's testing the waters with this kiss, keeps it short and sweet before he pulls back a few centimetres, eyes scanning your face for some kind of regret or negativity but he doesn't find it.

Your mind reels from the fact that you and Steve just kissed. Your stomach is a jumble of nerves overlapping each other and writhing deep in the pit of your stomach. That few seconds where you're just staring at each other, eyes searching for confirmation, seemed to solidify something for the two of you, a silent agreement, consent and before you knew it, it was a push and a pull of bodies. Your free hand tangles in his shirt, pulling him close as his pulls you in at the waist.

No other kiss has ever felt like this one. It's fast and hard, smashing of lips and clashing tongues. It's hungry and passionate, it's a 'finally' moment, a breath of fresh air, a breath of relief. You've never been kissed like this before; never been kissed with such intensity and passion behind it. He kisses you like it means something because to him, it does; it means everything.

With a swift kick, he shoves the sheets to the floor where they gather in a pile. He rolls you onto your back and shifts without breaking the kiss so that he's over you, hands on either side of your head as you kiss. His knee moves between your legs, parting them, and pushing upwards. You gasp, breaking the kiss, at the sudden friction between your legs.

He snaps back.

His eyes roam your face again as your brow furrows. He worries that he's gone too far, moved too fast, but you grab a handful of his cotton shirt and pull him back down to kiss you. There's a new found confidence within you, allowing you to grab him and kiss him which you wouldn't have done before, you kiss him hard and he seems to get the hint that you want this, that you want him.

You almost feel like you need to be pinched, like at any moment you're going to open your eyes and you'll be somewhere else; that this is all a dream. For years, you'd had a crush on him but you thought it would always just be a secret and never be reciprocated but here he is, kissing you as though his goddamn life depends on it. You. He's kissing you. If 14 year old you could see you now. Well maybe not the scenes that would unfold in the next few minutes but my god, it would be the biggest confidence boost knowing that you, despite your weight and despite your size, would have Steve Harrington fawning over you. It felt good to be wanted, it felt right.

Soon the kiss turns needy and desperate as heat pools between your legs. Your hips push downwards into his knee trying to feel the friction through the cotton shorts that you wear. Steve's lips pull away from yours, extracting an audible whine from you, as he moves to your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. He kisses everywhere, peppering small kisses on the soft skin before finding the spot on your neck that makes your gasp and makes your back arch. His hands are on your sides, dancing the hem of the jersey you wear up, and it's then it kicks in. Your hand darts out to catch his, stopping it in its place.

He stops.

"Am I going too fast- dammit, shit, sorry, sweetheart. I-I got carried away-"

You shush his worries and cut off his rambling before you answer him softly, "Self-conscious." Your voice is a mere whisper and Steve's face immediately softens. You'd never really had anyone touch you like this, with so much care and love and it makes you so aware of all of your imperfections. The worry that sits in the back of your mind, too, is that you know Steve's dating history; tiny, petite and pretty girls... Not you. Not fat and curvy and lumpy. Steve's eyes bore into yours and he can see your worries, sitting so openly and plainly in front of him.

"Baby," he murmurs, hand trailing fire over your cheek as he caresses it, "I think you're perfect." You look in his eyes and you know that there's a decade of trust there, a decade of friendship and loyalty, a decade of love, "You don't have to hide from me." You're still not quite there so Steve continues, "Your body, your smile, your laugh; you are perfect to me, (y/n). Beautiful. Your weight and size doesn't make you any less so... I want you, (y/n). Why do you think I only gave you my clothes to wear? I only want you, no one else." You hadn't thought about why you were the only one wearing Steve's clothes. It hadn't really clicked to be honest. He'd sent Robin and Nancy to his mom's closet, Eddie chose to be half naked, and you were the only one wearing Steve's clothes. It was such an honest, sweet, possessive action that it made the heat burn between your legs.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the side of your jaw, then another and another before he pulls back, "You want me to stop?"

You shake your head.

"Speak up, babygirl."

"Don't stop," you whisper, "I want you... Fuck, Steve, I need you." Hearing you say it makes his cock twitch in his shorts. It doesn't take much until he's rock hard, pressing against your thigh as he kisses you again, hot and heavy.

His hands resume sliding under your shirt, over the lumps and bumps and curves of your stomach and sides until they find your bare breast, heading straight for your hard nipple. His thumb grazes over it, extracting a soft moan from your parted lips. Steve moans into your neck at the sound of you, "God," he groans, "you even sound so fucking pretty."

Your whole body feels hot, feels like you're burning a fever but in the best way possible, "Take it off," you get a moment of bravery as you push him back and pull off of the jersey, throwing it across the room where it bundles in a pile at the wardrobe. You hoist your lower half up and rather ungracefully tear off your shorts and throw them over to where the jersey resides on the floor. Thankfully Steve was to preoccupied with taking his shirt off to see.

It was when he looked back down at you, ready to move in to kiss your breast, that he stopped.

"Holy fuck, baby."

He looks at you like you're the only thing of importance in the world. The way he stares at you, drinking in your body, your curves, your stretchmarks, it makes you shift and wriggle awkwardly. The way that he looks at you, you've never had anyone look at you like that before. His gaze is so awe-filled and you never want him to stop. He follows every line, every bump, every freckle, every blemish on your body until it leads back to your face and your eyes, "So goddamn pretty."

He bends his head, taking your nipple in his mouth tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, as his fingers press into your hips. The moans that he was pulling from you were like music to his ears, every moan and mewl making his cock twitch with anticipation. Every time you moan, he hums against your nipple. God he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of hearing you or making you feel good. Your back arches and his hand slips over your stomach, groping the curve of it. You shiver and squirm but not because you're uncomfortable. His touch sends tingles down your spine and all across your soft, sensitive skin.

"Steve," you whisper out, back arching as his fingers push apart your thick thighs, "I- I- need you."

Steve growls against your skin, "Never thought I'd hear you say that, baby," he says against your skin before taking your nipple back in his mouth, tongue swirling and circling around it as his fingers trail down your thick thighs to your aching hot sex.

You've never had anyone touch you like this, your hand brushes against his and he stills, raising his head to look at you, "I've never... you know..." You're a virgin. He already knows it, just like you know that he's not and he's not been for a long time.

Steve nods, "I'll be gentle, babygirl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth, "if it hurts or you want me to stop-"

"I'll tell you."

Steve grins, that half grin you love so much, before he attacks your neck again as his fingers continue their agonisingly slow dance down your thighs, "God," he moans into your neck as he hears the way your breath hitches in your throat, "you sound too fucking pretty. I want to hear you moan for me..." His fingers graze over your slick cunt and my god, you're soaked, "God, I want to do this right; I want to take my time with you but- I don't know how much longer I can go." His fingers part you and circle your sex until they brush over your clit.

Your eyes roll backwards as your back arches to a level you never knew possible and Steve grins at your reaction. He presses harder on your clit, pressing and circling lazy circles. Your body twists and convulses, overwhelmed by the new sensations that he's causing, your words are a jumble of moans and curse words crumbling beneath him and he's never witnessed anything so beautiful.

"J-Jesus, Steve-"

His hips involuntarily buck forwards, colliding with your thigh and his head falls as he groans, "Baby, you can't say my name like that," he hisses, "you'll make me- Jesus- I've never had that before- never had this. I'm so- so desperate for you and just hearing you, just seeing you like this is enough to make me- fuck." You love having that effect on him but he doesn't let you enjoy it for too long before a finger is pushing at your entrance. He searches your eyes and you nod as he coats it in your slick heat before slowly, his finger is being pushed inside of you.

You kiss him. Lips open and tongues swirling as he pushes inside of you, you moan against his mouth and he seems to understand what you want. He shifts and slowly pushes another finger into you and it isn't long until your hands are tugging at the sheets, his hair, nails digging into strong shoulders as you come undone beneath him. Your mind is a jumble of everything Steve. All those moments with Steve. The innocent laughter of kids, the secrets of teenagers, the awkwardness of young adults. The inside jokes, the teasing jibes, the playful roll of the eyes, the secret glances when you think he isn't look, his lovesick whenever you laugh.

Steve feels like he could finish right here, right now. Not even inside you and barely started. This moment had been in the works for years and now it was here, years of tension built up into a few lustful, passionate moments. He slips his fingers from you and immediately takes them in his mouth, tasting your natural tang on his tongue. He moans against them as he licks your wetness from them, "Fucking delicious, babygirl." He tugs his shorts down and looks down at you, "Shit, condom-"

"I'm on the pill, Steve," you pant, "we don't need it."

"Are you sure? We can stop-"

"Steve," you cut him off, leaning up on your elbows to give him a quick peck, "I'm sure."

He lines himself up and readies you for him to push into you. You gasp at his size and he gives you a few seconds to adjust before he checks if you're alright and want to continue. It's not sore, it's an unfamiliar sensation but it feels good. You nod to let Steve know you're ready to continue. His finger trails lazily down your thigh, avoiding your wounds, as he looks at you with teasing eyes.

"Words, please."

"More- God, more."

He complies, his pace slow and steady. It takes everything in his to not implode then and there in your slick warmth. It's all a bit of a blur, it feels like you're high or drunk, fuzzy around the edges and tingly. Steve's groaning into your neck, sounds that drive you crazy because my god how does he sound so fucking pretty too? Your legs are tight around him as he kisses you hard, pace quickening with every thrust. It doesn't feel like anything you'd experienced before. It's deep and makes your body squirm and shake, it makes noises you didn't know you could make escape from your throat; it makes you go wild.

"You feel so-" he groans, "so fucking good, babygirl."

The way he speaks to you, voice dark and dripping with lust, could easily tip you over the edge once more but you hang on, wanting to stretch it out just a little longer. Your eyes meet Steve's. You'd always wondered that if you and Steve did ever get together, would it be awkward? Would it be uncomfortable at first? You had your answer. It wasn't awkward, it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt like how it should; it felt right. Like two pieces of a puzzle slotting together perfectly.

"Cum for me," Steve pants, peppering kisses all over your face, your neck, your shoulder. Your body involuntarily convulses, gasping at his words, "Cum for me, babygirl."

You couldn't stop yourself even if you tried. One second you're staring into Steve's eyes, the next you're tumbling into the blissful vortex of an orgasm, writhing and wriggling beneath him. The sensations overwhelm you; so much pleasure, so much build up and now you're unravelling at the seams for him; for Steve. Your eyes squeeze shut as your hands go between pulling at his hair to gripping his flesh with your nails, probably adding new cuts to his already bruised and battered body. The moans that come from you, jesus, he barely contains himself. The knowledge that he's the one making you feel this good, he's the one inside you, the one who's making you moan like that... he could explode inside you right now.

"Fucking hell, babygirl," he groans into your neck, "too fucking good, too fucking tight and pretty."

His thrusts slow as you come down from your high, allowing you some time to calm your racing heart and tingly limbs. Your breathing is erratic and you can't seem to form a single word or even a single thought but only Steve. Just Steve. Always Steve.

"I can't hold it, baby," he whispers, "you're too much; perfect but so- so fucking good." He means that you're too much in the highest of compliments. He could've came with just the sight of your naked body, hell just kissing you could've made him explode, the sound of you could've made it happen so the fact he's here, listening to you, touching you, kissing you, inside of you... it's so much; too much but he never wants it to stop. He wants it forever - wants you forever.

Slowly regaining some strength back, your hips rock into his. You're unsure of how to exactly do it but you know you're doing something right when he's cursing and gasping into your ear. The more he reacts, the more confidence you gain.

"Cum for me," you whisper in his ear just as he had done to you.

His moans make you shudder with excitement and it's not long before he's cursing and groaning loudly into your neck and the pillow you lay on, fist clenched around your hand. His thrusts grow quick and sloppy and you continue to talk him through it until he stills and shudders.

Pants fill the humid air as the two of you recover and fall down from your highs. It's a moment later when Steve slowly slides out of your warmth and slides off of you, falling onto the bed next to you. He doesn't give you any time to miss his touch because as soon as he's off of you, he's pulling you in at the waist and pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

You don't know what it is, the rushing tsunami of emotions, the reality hitting you or just the whole day's overwhelming nature but you feel vulnerable in those few moments afterwards and instinctively, your hands scrabble for the sheet, pulling it half over yourself.

"Hey," Steve murmurs, one eye open, "you never have to hide from me again."

You curl into him, "I know... It's just... weird getting used to it." It doesn't feel awkward or uncomfortable or even weird. The only weird thing about it is how normal it feels. You settle into Steve's arms as you feel a question bubbling up inside of you. "How... How was it?" It's a question that you're unsure you want the answer to because what if he hated it? What if it was just okay? It's too late now anyway, the deed has been done and the question has been asked.

Steve pulls a long breath out, "I seriously mean this, babygirl... the best, most intense, most mindblowingly awesome sex I've ever had in my life. No joke. Seriously like-"

You find yourself laughing, cheeks burning and heart racing at the compliments he continued to pour out, "Okay, okay, stop, I get it! I'm the best sex you've ever had in your life and you'll never find anyone like me ever again-"

"I don't want anyone ever again." His mood turns serious, a snap of the fingers and all laughter is gone, "I only want you, (y/n)... This isn't a one-time thing for me." You look up at him and you see that expression back once again, sad and scared, "I almost lost you, (y/n). I'm never letting you go again."

Your heart skips a beat, "So what does that mean for us?"

"it means that I-" the words are right there, locked behind teeth but he doesn't feel brave anymore, "I can't lose you."

"I can't lose you either." It's as good as an admission goes. You know how he feels just like he knows how you feel for him but the two of you have been too brave for today and neither has any intrepidness left in you so you leave it at that. You'll tell him the true nature of your feelings at some point but not right now, not yet. So for now, it's enough and it isn't long before the darkness wraps its arms around you and pulls you to sleep.

Steve settles with you wrapped up around him. He's warm, almost too warm, but he's not letting go of you. He can't. With a deep breath, he does his best to block today's events in the Upside Down out of his mind and focuses on the sound of your breathing to help lull him to sleep.

The lot of you don't get up until well into the afternoon, bodies and minds equally as exhausted. Your body is sorer in the morning, achier and just plain tired, Steve thinks it's his fault and he keeps apologising profusely but kisses work wonders to soothe his worries.

"I'm just bruised and battered. Not from you, Steve. You can't ever hurt me."

When you and Steve finally emerge from downstairs, Nancy's on the phone to Jonathan, Robin's watching TV and Eddie's surprisingly making breakfast. He's quiet and his smile doesn't quite hit his eyes but he tries his best to lift spirits. When the two of you pass Robin, she gives you a warm smile - a knowing smile but not a teasing one. After the events of yesterday, there's no teasing, no jokes; it's a 'life is fucking short so get with the one you love immediately'.

Once more, you crowd around the breakfast table, a little livelier than last night but the bruises, cuts and dark circles under everyone's eyes tells a different story. Everyone's eyes have a darkness to them; a hollow emptiness after the trauma of last night. Eddie fills in the conversation where he can but even he isn't feeling up to it so the sound of silence is something that you've grown to be used to. Steve's hand doesn't leave your hand all morning, he still doesn't want to be away from you.

After breakfast, the five of you glance around at each other and there's a question that you all think but don't say. Steve finds himself answering, "You can all stay as long as you need. My parents won't be home for a week and-"

There's a group sigh of relief.

"Maybe just one more night," Nancy says, "until we can get a proper good night's sleep." She's always been so strong, so fearless but the fact that there's a slight tremor of fear in her voice is oddly comforting to you.

"Thank god because I wasn't going anywhere." Robin says as she finishes the last of her apple juice.

"Me either," Eddie says, "maybe we could extend the invite to Henderson and the rest of the little buddies."

As the rest of the group break off, with Eddie going to call Dustin and Nancy and Robin cleaning up, you and Steve move outside to sit by the pool. Steve's arm is tight around your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace, "I love you." He's not feeling very brave today but he says it anyway. Life's too short, he learned that last night. So even despite his worries and fears, he had to tell you. Why not?

You press a kiss to his neck, smiling. See? Like two puzzle pieces slotting together. His confession makes you feel brave and makes you feel like you could tell him. Last night was a night of firsts; first time into the Upside Down, first time getting wounded, first time having sex so what's wrong with another first? First time telling someone that you love them; first time telling Steve. The boy who you thought was so far out of your league. Years ago you'd accepted your fate of just being friends but now? Now you were here, in his arms, so why the fuck would you let your fears stop you from taking the leap of faith?

"I love you, too." He presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling.

The two of you stay there, curled up together and smiling, until Dustin and crew get there and until Dustin yells at the top of his lungs, "I fucking knew it! Fifty bucks Harrington!"

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I Want to See the Sea of Fallen Stars

Summary: The events of the game through the eyes of Tiriel and Astarion

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Tiriel)

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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It hurts.

It always does.

His wrists are chained to the wall. Astarion’s bones are broken, and his flesh is flayed. From the little he can see through the piercing pain, there is no skin left on his body.

Slowly, it starts regenerating—if he were allowed to feed, it would have happened much sooner, but the master has decided to make Astarion dance on the verge of madness. Whenever the blissful insanity is ready to take away his reason and mind, Cazador gives his favorite spawn a droplet of blood squeezed from a flea.

It’s never going to end, is it?

Two centuries. Astarion counted. It’s 1492 DR. The world has changed within those years but nothing ever changes in the vampiric mansion. It’s always the same.

Always.

There was a time when Astarion prayed. He prayed to the elven gods, the powerful Seladrine. He prayed to the human gods, merciful and accepting.

Gods never hear. They especially don't hear the undead. Once Astarion was put into his grave, the gods forgot about him.

There was a time when Astarion hoped a savior would come. Faerun is the land of adventurers and heroes! How come none of them wants to challenge a vampire lord?

There was a time when Astarion hoped there was a hero to get him out of this. Whatever his sins were, he paid for them fully. Why does he keep being tortured, raped, humiliated, beaten?

He can’t even find peace in his sleep like other spawns! He is doomed to get into reverie and relive these tortures.

Over and over again.

Cazador orders Gaudey to unchain Astarion and he falls onto the dirty stone floor, shivering and weeping.

Cazador laughs and Astarion wishes for a final death.

“More ale!” Tiriel the Barbarian bellows. The people in the tavern cheer—and her pain sinks to the bottom of the mug.

By the time the tavern closes, Tiriel the Barbarian is completely wasted.

Well, such is her life. And it will always be, until she meets a monster who will finish her.

She just doesn’t belong.

She isn't human. Her family tried to kill her and she hopes they all die of some fever. She isn’t an elf—she learned it the hard way by encountering hostility from the Tel’Quessira. The groups of adventurers see her only as a means to an end. Someone who can do the dirty and dangerous job,the one who rushes first into a fight.

People like her waste their money on prostitutes, paying for the bits of warmth they are deprived of. But the very thought of undressing in front of a stranger makes her sick.

Thirty-six-year-old, Tiriel bitterly thinks. No home. No friends. No purpose. It’s probably her fault because she has never let anyone close—the last man who approached her ended up with a broken skull.

She never fits in. And she never will.

Tiriel needs more ale to numb those thoughts.

And she needs another job.

Her innate wanderlust calls upon her, making the very idea of staying in a comfy inn sickening.

The notice board is pathetically empty. Seems like other adventurers have taken everything decent.

“Looking for a job?” a halfling waitress calls her out.

“Yes. Do you have any?”

“My asshole of a cousin needs a fighter to accompany his caravan to Westgate. If you aren’t afraid of spending half a year on the road, he will pay you decently.”

“Is it on the shores of the Sea of Fallen Stars?” Tiriel asks to draw a map in her mind. It’s indeed far away from that wretched town—but gods! She will finally see the sea! Not a lake, not a river! The sea!

“Indeed. So, do you agree or not?”

“Yes! Of course, I agree! This ax is hungry for blood! When are we leaving?”

“In the morning. Well, I have something more for you—and if I were you, I would choose this,” the halfling leans on the bar table. “I have a friend in Baldur’s Gate,he owns a ship that traverses along the Sword Coast. It will take you three weeks to get there—just tell him I sent you, and he will hire you. Trust me, woman, six months in the company of my asshead of a cousin aren’t worth it. And adventurers can make a fortune in Baldur’s Gate.”

“And what if your friend doesn’t hire me? Or there is no friend?”

“Then you will have another rewarding job in the blink of an eye. And you can always return here and trash my tavern. Anyway the choice is yours.”

Tiriel grins.

“Well, the night is young! Bring me more ale!”

The mindflayer pod lets Astarion go and he collapses on a floor that resembles living flesh.

The master will torment him for his disappearance. He must get back, he must return!

Astarion presses his legs to the chest.

Is it a fucking spelljammer he is inside? The astral ships from the Wildspace? Aren't they just a story? A work of fiction?

He manages to stand up. He sees people locked in the capsules being slowly turned into disgusting mindflayers.

He needs to get out of here. Now!

Astarion looks out - he can't be the only one to be “not transformed”. There must be others.

“FUCK!”

A loud female voice echoes through the ship.

“FUCK! I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE GONE TO WESTGATE! BUT NO, I NEEDED TO GO TO THAT WRETCHED CITY!”

Astarion carefully looks behind the corner. He doesn’t want to show himself yet.

It’s a half-elven woman with a two-handed ax. She holds it with a very clear message on her face, “I will turn you inside out if you dare to approach me.”

She is beautiful.

This thought invades Astarion’s thoughts. He never paid too much attention to the people he wanted to seduce. And he is sure he slept with much more gorgeous females.

But this one…

This one is a vision.

Tiriel could have easily gotten up from the ground but, for some reason, she doesn’t want to. The man who holds a dagger at her is weirdly handsome and she is sure she’s never met anyone like him.

Astarion.

Such a beautiful name.

And he doesn't resemble those elves she’s met before. There is sadness in his eyes, fear, desperation. He looks like a person who has been imprisoned for years and forgotten anything but how to survive.

And these curls of his.They must be so soft.

Tiriel has never felt anything like this—but she thinks she is in love.

Astarion feels like a bloody fool.

All his thoughts are occupied with Tiriel. How she laughs, how she talks. Whenever he closes his eyes he relives that night in the clearance,her skin, her warmth, her freckles, her moans. He’s had thousands of victims and he performed the same things over and over again

But he never felt so good, so blissful. He didn't even leave her side when she fell asleep.

She isn’t afraid of him. She doesn’t make him feel weak.

Her name sounds like a prayer.

Tiriel.

Her name howls with the winds of Tunlan and jingles like fey bells. There is something delicate in it and something wild at the same time. He rolls her name on his tongue and jumps on his feet any time Tiriel wants to talk to him

She always talks to him first. She always listens. He…

He wants to be hers.

Tiriel is angry. Gods, she knows the cruelties of this world. She has heard of horrors that might happen…

But this…

This is different.

This is terrible.

This is unfair.

Astarion sits beside her, his torso naked. The symbols in Infernal carved in his skin make him look vulnerable and Tiriel has to suppress the desire to hug him from behind.

Now she understands why he is so bitter, so cruel, so distant. He’s been a slave for two hundred years and the world is hardly the same it was when he was alive.

“I will help you deal with your master,” Tiriel says.

Astarion squints his eyes. He is looking for a catch, she understands. The reward she wants.

“I will help you,” she repeats. “I promise”

Astarion doesn’t understand what he feels.

Sadness? Anger? Pity?

Tiriel lies on her back, pressing a bandage to a fresh bite mark. She lets him feed on her almost daily even though it affects her battle skills.

He was abused as an adult and he suspects he wasn’t a good person back when he was mortal, but Tiriel was beaten and neglected as a child.

Astarion bends over and looks at Tiriel’s right ear—there is a thin line of a scar left by her drunk stepfather, a pathetic chieftain who never forgave his wife’s unfaithfulness and lashed it all on his “bastard daughter”.

“Astarion.”

“Hm?”

“Could you stay with me tonight?”

Her voice is weak, she is already half-asleep. His body reacts faster than his mind—to stay with her, with the warmth of her body! It sounds like heaven.

But what if she wants something in return?

What if? Hells, he can think about it tomorrow.

He curls at her side, putting his head on her chest.

Thump-thump-thump

Her heart is close; he can mistake its beats for his own.

Tiriel has to make an effort not to laugh. Did he really think he managed to fool her? Did he really think she didn’t know what he was doing? And he thinks she’s going to be angry?

Gods, and she thought he was smart!

“I care about you,” she finally says. “Deeply.”

“Really?”

This is the voice of a condemned person who has been pardoned.

Astarion is numb. There is a hollow emptiness inside him. He thought he would rejoice once his master was dead. He thought it would compensate for all those years of horror and misery.

But there is nothing but darkness.

Astarion hears steps. Tiriel approaches but doesn’t touch him. Years later, he will be grateful for that.

She limps a bit—her face is covered in blood and bruises. Tiriel is exhausted and visibly wounded. He isn’t sure, but it appears she was in rage for the whole fight and it completely drained her.

Tiriel approaches the vampire lord’s body and contemplates for a bit.

And then smashed his ribcage with her boot. The disgusting sound of broken bones echoes through the chambers.

Tiriel spits on Cazador’s face and then picks up Astarion’s shirt from the floor.

Without saying anything, she helps him dress. Then she takes his hand and doesn't let him go till they reach the inn.

There, he collapses on the bed and curls in a fetal position.

“I am going to be downstairs,” Tiriel says, covering him with a blanket. “Rest.”

“Tiriel.”

“What is it, love?”

“Thank you,” he barely manages to spell it out.

But for what? For saving him in the dungeons? For believing in him?

For loving him?

Astarion doesn’t know.

Tiriel kisses his forehead as if he were a little child and leaves him alone with his thoughts.

Tiriel is scared.

It’s been too much. She was never fit to fight cultists, monsters, and dragons… and yet now she has to fight the mindflayers.

A kick in the stomach and she falls on the surface of the brain. She feels pain even through the armor and she knows there is an acid burn on her skin. The tadpole suppresses it, but it still hurts.

“Don’t you dare die!” Astarion helps her to stand up. “We will win this fight, you hear me?!”

She nods. She can barely hear anything because of the pain. Her ears ring, her throat burns—her rage… She can’t do it anymore. She is too exhausted. Whatever the source of her abilities is, it's been drained.

“Tiriel!” Astarion still holds her. “Tiriel, you’ve promised. We are going to see the Sea of Fallen Stars together. Remember?”

The Sea of Fallen Stars… yes… that faraway western waters known for pirates and treasures… and ancient cities… and forgotten islands…

“Yes… we are going to see the Sea of Fallen stars.”

***

The last rays of the sun wash the ground and then the world is taken by darkness. The distant lights of Westgate shine to the east.

The sea looks like a night sky reflecting stars and living up to its name.

Tiriel submerges herself in the salt water. Before she would never dare to swim naked—even though she is capable of protecting herself without armor and weapons, she still never felt safe enough.

Astarion approaches the water's edge but doesn’t dare to proceed.

“Come on! Those aren't running waters! They can’t harm you!”

He hesitates but Tiriel already makes him get into the water despite his protests. Then she jumps on him, wrapping her hands and legs around his torso and forcing him to put his palms under her bottom.

It’s been one year and a half since she woke up in that pod. One year and a half since she met him—her star-crossed love Tiriel is sure she was intended to meet.

She kisses him and Astarion answers with the same tenderness and love.

“I love you,” he mutters and kisses her neck.

“I love you, too, my heart,” Tiriel caresses his curls and smiles.

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number-one-shadisper-shipper · 10 months

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In honor of Father's Day, I have some headcanons about the Wachowski bros and when/how each of them started to call Tom and Maddie, "Dad" and "Mom".

Wachowski Family Headcanons: ✨Putting a Label on it✨

"I've got a lot more than that, Dad."

Sonic obviously first calls Tom "Dad" at the end of the second movie. For a while he slips into automatic and calls him "Tom" occasionally, but deliberately calls him Dad whenever he thinks about it until it's ingrained in his head. "Donut Lord" is still a popular go-to as well.

Sonic calls Maddie "Mom" within a few days of calling Tom "Dad". He does it deliberately since he doesn't want her to feel left out about him calling Tom "Dad" now. Don't get him wrong, he does feel that way about her, but it's just a little hard because it feels almost like betraying Longclaw. It helps a bit that he never actually called Longclaw his mom. He's quickly able to say "Mom" with complete genuineness, and he knows Longclaw would be supportive of it.

Tails hears Sonic calling them Mom and Dad and almost immediately begins to think of them that way, although he's too shy to call them that for a few weeks. Sonic encourages him to say something after Tails confesses to him how much he wants to call them that. Tails finally goes to Tom and Maddie and asks very shyly if he can call them that. They are of course thrilled, and from then on he calls them "Mom" and "Dad".

Knuckles takes the longest of all of them. He's been alone so long and had to basically be an adult, so he has a hard time thinking of anyone as his parent. He does start to think of the whole family as his tribe, and is content for a while to leave it at that, without more labels. However, after a couple of months, he is able to loosen up and think of them more parentally. One day he calls Maddie "Mother" without even thinking. He gets a little awkward about it, but is soon comfortable enough to call her that regularly.

It's a little harder with Tom. Knuckles cares a lot about him, but deep down is afraid it would be dishonoring to his biological father to think about anyone else that way. Tom takes him out on the lake like he did with Sonic, and assures him that it's okay for him to miss his real dad and not to want to call him that, but that Tom will always be there to take care of him in whatever way he needs. Knuckles spends a lot of time in thought about it, and realizes that his real father would have wanted him to find someone older and wiser to mentor him. He starts to talk about Tom as his "adoptive father" and "father figure." Tom appreciates it, but is thrilled when one day they're out working on a project together and Knuckles finally just calls him "Father".

Happy Father's Day!

#father's day #Wachowski Family Headcanons #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #movie sonic headcanons #sonic movie #sonic movie 2 #the wachowskis #sonic wachowski #tails the fox #tails wachowski #knuckles the echidna #knuckles wachowski #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski #the wachowski family

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cryptidclaw · 5 months

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RoC Playlist!

Ive been listening to my RoC Playlist for the vibes tm and I realized I have never shared it with yall, so here it is!

Warriors: Rise of Change Playlist

Below are all the songs on it + what characters they correlate to in no particular order (i just added them in this order)

You can easily tell who my blorbos and fave bands/artists are thru this playlist lmao

Hurt- Nine Inch Nails: Brambleflower

My Kind of Woman- Mac DeMarco: Leafpool + Mothwing

Just Take My Wallet- Jack Stauber's Micropop: Fire, Gray and Dust morning Raven after he is presumed dead/a run away

Graveyard's Full- The Growlers: Starclan and the Dark Forest vibes

What Do It Mean-Lord Huron: Ravenscourge (I want to make a PMV for this so baddd)

Drops in the Lake- Lord Huron: Crowfeather + Squirrelflight & Leafpool + Mothwing

Vampire Reference in a Minor Key- Will Wood: Ashfall

The Main Character- Will Wood: Firesight (also just any of the main characters lol)

Dear God- XTC: Mothwing (also Leafpool)

Can't Go Back- The Crane Wives: Shriketail

Never Love an Anchor- The Crane Wives: Mothwing and Leafpool about their kits (I want to make a PMV for this but not for non-RoC Mothpool heh)

Woodland- The Paper Kites: Firesight growin up <3

Suburbia Overture/ Greetings from Mary Bell Township/ (Vampire Culture)/ Love Me, Normally- Will Wood: Ravenscourge

Poor Isaac- The Airborne Toxic Event: Leafpool

The Milk Carton- Madilyn Mei: Firesight or the Order ancestors from the Great Sickness era

Bitter Water- The Oh Hellos: Leafpool + Mothwing

The Moon Will Sing- The Crane Wives: Mistyfoot abt Leopardpelt (I would love to make this a PMV to tbh)

Crop Circles- Odie Leigh: Jaywing/ whatever i decide to name him lol

The Yawning Grave- Lord Huron: Blinding Moon vibes

Helplessness Blues- Fleet Foxes: Willowfeather (Feathertail)

Oliver James- Fleet Foxes: Creekstorm (Crookedstar)

Jazz on the Autobahn- The Felice Brothers: the whole plot, i just like imagine a montage to it

Don't Let's Start- They Might Be Giants: Hollyleaf

Second Child, Restless Child- The Oh Hellos: Tawnyclaw, Willowfeather and Squirrelflight

The Ghost on the Shore- Lord Huron: Fallen Leaves & Rock

Just a Girl- No Doubt: Leafpool (Squirrelflight a bit, tho that fits far better for canon)

Rusalka, Rusalka/ Wild Rushes- The Decemberists: Mapleshade + Goldenflower (Rusalka is abt them being WIVES; Wild Rushes is abt them and their exes)

Your Ghost- The Decemberists: Mapleshade

Dear Arkansas Daughter- Lady Lamb: Hollyleaf

My Love Mine All Mine- Mitski: Leafpool + Mothwing

Sarah- Alex G: Crowfeather abt Squirrelflight

#there are like more than 5 MothPool songs on here lmao #i am cringe but i am free #cryptidclaw's warriors au #rise of change #spotify #spotify playlist #RoC Playlist #Warriors Playlist #warriors #warrior cats

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luvvyouforever · 4 months

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sfw alphabet - tamlin, high lord of the spring court

↳ tamlin is such an interesting character to write about and while i am not a tamlin apologist, i do think he deserves more written about him. he has so many layers that i, as a creative writer, would like to explore. so, here is a large collection of my headcanons about tamlin organized in the sfw alphabet template. enjoy, dears!

a : affection

-i think tamlin is slow to be affectionate. he's a gentleman at heart and grew up in a more traditional lifestyle. however, once you become partners or once that mating bond snaps, he will shower you in affection. this comes in the form of acts of service and providing for you. he would spend the whole day catering to your every need if you let him. when you're laying in bed, he keeps his arms tight around you. when you're in the kitchen or working on something, his hands will reach for you and pull you back into his chest. he is such a big forehead kisser too, i will accept nothing else. i imagine that he wraps you in his arms and leaves his lips on the top of your head. eek!

b : best friend

-since tamlin starts out being pretty isolated from a lot of people besides his own inner court, i would say making friends is rare for him. he has those really close bonds with people like lucien and perhaps you started working with him in a more work colleague way. slowly, you built a friendship after so much time spent together. he would be a very supportive friend who listens well. he doesn't think he's great at offering you advice so he would prefer to be in your presence and absorb every word you say, telling you that whatever choice you make is valid. tamlin also suits a friends to lovers trope very well i think.

c : cuddles

-tamlin loves feeling like a protector and when you're wrapped tight in his arms, drifting off to a safe sleep, he's in heaven. he loves to spoon you and rarely will he be the little spoon. it would take a particularly rough day for him to come to you, asking if you could hold him. he may rest his head on your chest while you enjoy a picnic by the lake but he gravitates towards holding you in any way he can.

d : domestic

-tamlin wants to settle down so bad it hurts him. he wants nothing more than to have a lifelong partner who is there for him, who he knows will be waiting on him to come home. he has dreams of you decorating his manor to your liking and, if you can, having a family together. as for his own cooking and cleaning skills, i think he relies a lot on magic to pick up after himself. instead of making the bed, he would wave his hand and it would fix the sheets immediately. i don't think he'd make you bare the weight of being the sole homemaker so if you wanted to, he'd love to help you cook or do anything around the manor.

e : ending

-i think tamlin would suck at breakups. he would feel so guilty all over for any reason he had while breaking up with someone. those feelings would overwhelm him until he convinced himself to stay by your side unless it came down to saving your life. he is willing to place your protection over his own happiness and if it came down to it, he would ensure that you knew how deep his love ran for you before he made the heartbreaking decision to send you on your way.

f : fiance

-tamlin would be quick to arrange a wedding after your mating bond snapped. he isn't scared of commitment but he is scared and insecure that after a while, you'd get bored of his presence and stop putting up with his habits. i think he'd be so happy proposing to you but as the wedding neared, he would get nervous and you could tell in the way he fidgeted any time you brought up the future. some sweet words though and he would feel much better.

g : gentle

-in some moments, tamlin could be the most gentle partner you had ever met. he would softly brush hair back behind your ear or his hand would trace delicate shapes along your spine that never failed to give you goosebumps. he's working on being more gentle emotionally, though. he can be high strung at times, and he knows this. when he feels his temper rising, he reminds himself of peaceful scenarios like waking up with you in a warm bed or swimming in the pool of stars with you. however, if you want him to be, he can be more forceful. imagine non-sexual dominance. sternly telling you to eat breakfast so you don't feel weak for the rest of the day or guiding you through unfamiliar places with a hand stuck to your waist.

h : hugs

-tamlin is such a big hugger. he loves the feeling of your body tight to his, wrapped up in his arms. he seeks out your presence after a long day of being high lord and the minute he sees you, he grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest. he stays like that for a few minutes, breathing in your scent and basking in your comforting atmosphere. if he has nothing to do in the morning, good luck getting out of bed. he'd mumble and grumble any time you try to escape his grasp. "but tam, i have to go to the bathroom really bad!" "mm-mm. not going. you're too cozy."

i : i love you

-tamlin is so the first person in a relationship to confess his love. granted, after everything that happened in his life, it would take him longer than usual and you may be the first to say it but generally, he feels everything incredibly deeply and he can't hold back those three words when he sees you enjoying the warmth of his lands or looking at him with more adoration than anyone in his life ever had.

j : jealousy

-tamlin can be a very very jealous person. especially in the beginnings of your relationship when nothing feels set in stone just yet. his jealousy never negatively affects you. he can't blame anyone for feeling drawn into your beauty and if anyone ever dares to act on those feelings, he would threaten them within an inch of their life. later that night, he'd hug you tight and mumble "all mine" into your skin while he kisses you, leaving a few more marks than he usually would.

k : kisses

-tamlin would find any time during his day to give you a kiss full of love and devotion that would nearly have your knees buckling. he is not one for quick pecks and each of his kisses hold as much as, if not more, emotion than the last. he likes kissing you on your forehead, as i said before, and your neck is one of his favorite spots. as for him, he likes having his shoulders and chest kissed. there's nothing that makes him feel weaker than when you're tucked into his chest, slowly falling asleep, and you leave lazy kisses along his exposed skin.

l : little ones

-tamlin is great around kids but he's horribly nervous to have kids of his own. on an outing to a spring court village, he played with a group of kids and he came back to you positively glowing. i really really imagine tamlin as a girl dad. he would let his daughter cover him in makeup, force a tiara on his head, and have tea parties with her. he's scared about being a bad dad to them but the minute he has his kid in his arms, every negative feeling seeps out of him and is replaced by soul-crushing love.

m : mornings

-rarely does tamlin have a morning where he has nothing on his plate. more often than not, he is rising before you and carefully slinks out of the blankets to begin his day. before he leaves to begin his duties, he will bring you a cup of tea that will stay hot and some pastries that alis made earlier. he leaves you a sweet note that never fails to make you smile.

n : nights

-sometimes, tamlin needs a little extra convincing to come to bed and all you have to do is pad out to his office, dressed in your pajamas (which is secretly his weakspot) and he'd be following after you like a puppy. he loves taking a warm bath before bed and when you're finally covered in blankets, he has to say nothing for you to curl into him. you'll stay up for a little longer, talking about your days or whispering sweet words to each other. he would never fall asleep first. he waits until your breathing evens out before closes his eyes and sleeps too. he doesn't move much through the night but if you do, his arms will subconsciously reach for you. he has to have your touch through the night.

o : open

-tamlin values honesty and loyalty. he will reveal information about him, about his past in bursts. it usually begins with surface level information before he gives in to your support and fully opens up about everything. he has to really, truly trust you to be able to tell you things. it takes him a while to be a good communicator and come to you with anything but when he does, he will hold on to your hands, stabilize his breathing, and come clean about anything bothering him.

p : patience

-tamlin is relatively quick to anger. when it comes to you, not so much. he will have significantly more patience and restraint when it comes to you. it would have to be pretty serious before tamlin would feel anger directed at you. however, when it comes to other people, tamlin has a high temper that he is learning to control. sometimes when he comes back to your bedroom, you can see the anger and tension in his body. he'll sit on the edge of the bed and without a word, you'd come up behind him and work your hands into his shoulders. he'd visibly relax and melt into your touch. his anger is nothing when compared to his appreciation for you.

q : quizzes

-tamlin remembers everything about you. you aren't sure how he does it. when you're out shopping or roaming a town, he will remember the jewels that your eyes lingered on for a second longer than the rest of them. he will remember your favorite books, the way you take your tea, how you like the bed to be made, your favorite perfumes, your favorite style of clothing. if you told him you like something in passing, he will take a note of it and stores it in a little drawer in his brain.

r : remember

-tamlin's favorite moment in your relationship has to be when he proposed to you. he knew how much you enjoyed roaming the rose gardens his father gifted his mother and decided he'd do something similar. one afternoon, he cleared out his entire schedule, telling lucien to watch the court while he took you out to a far end of his estate. he had it expanded to contain a garden made of your favorite flowers. he walked with you to the middle and just as you were admiring the beautiful flora, he got down on one knee and the look in your eyes permanently etched itself into his brain and he frequently remember the memory on bad days.

s : security

-tamlin is a protector. it's the role that he loves and thrives in. he wants to help you and keep you safe against everything. however, he knows to rein in that instinct now. you won't be going on any particularly dangerous missions soon but he will gladly allow you to come along with him to his high lord duties and grants lucien permission to teach you self-defense. in actual danger, tamlin would lay down his life to protect yours. he's pushing you behind his body, holding his arm out, taking down anyone who poses a threat to your safety. if the tables turn, though, and it's your turn to protect him, he will be forever grateful. he will spend his entire life trying to repay you for the debt.

t : try

-the high lord of the spring court enjoys a celebration and enjoys a reason to spoil you. anniversaries, holidays, and birthdays are very important to him. he will remember the date, acquire gifts, and shower you with affection all day. in every day life, he makes a point to show you love even when stuck in high lord duties. he has alis prepare your favorite foods, clothes appear in your closet, notes are left around your room, and when he can, he will come to meals with you. dinner with you every single night is required unless it is a life or death situation.

u : ugly

-tamlin holds a lot of self-resentment and he has so many walls that he put up to protect himself against pain. like i wrote before, he also has a high temper but he's slowly found ways to work out the frustration and anger he feels. he doesn't get the best sleep either. not only does he stay up late but he sleeps lightly, meaning most noises and movements wake him up.

v : vanity

-i don't think tamlin has to do much to look good. he wakes up and you find yourself in awe of the ethereal man before you. his golden hair falls perfectly on the pillow and throughout the day, it lays perfectly on his shoulders. his physique does not need much upkeep except for regular trainings with lucien or other sentries. the only thing that preoccupies his mind is his clothing. his tunics must be neatly pressed and if he had to dress up for anything, his clothing would be made of the best possible material.

w : whole

-tamlin has gone a while without a lifelong, stable partner and he used to feel fine with that fact. however, since he has met you, he feels incomplete without you. he feels as though you are his other half, you are his good side, he is not himself when he is not with you. his attitude changes after he spends a long time apart from you. he's mopey and more agitated than usual. however, as soon as he can spend his mornings and nights with you again, he feels at peace.

x : xtra

-he enjoys using his shapeshifting powers and showing them off around you. while his beast form can be utterly horrifying, you don't feel threatened at all, knowing that underneath, it is simply your love. on days when he's feeling goofy or flirtatious, he'll change into his form, find you exploring the forest, and nudge you for attention. he won't stop until you pet him even though his form towers over you entirely. you don't mind cuddling up with his beast form either! even with magic ensuring the court stays in spring, he sometimes can't help the cold breezes that pass through, casting a chill over the lands. during these times, you revel in the warmth he radiates.

y : yuck

-tamlin would not like a partner that is rude to others. he values the people who work in his manor, who live in his village, who staff his army. he would be immediately turned off if you were to be rude to any one of them. as for general things he dislikes, i think he doesn't enjoy storms and prefers gentle weather where sun peaks through the curtains and it's just warm enough outside. i imagine that he has a very refined food palette but he is particular about his food as well. his meats need to be cooked perfectly and if something tastes off, he will not scold anyone or become upset but simply not eat.

z : zzz

-tamlin snores very softly but it's quite a comforting noise that often lulls you to sleep. since he's musically inclined, he would enjoy humming lullabies in your ear while he spoons you. he needs to touch you throughout the entire night and even when his fear of losing you starts to dissipate, the habit continues. on nights when he feels restless, he will slowly slip out of bed, down to the kitchen, where he will make some tea infused with some great sleep aids.

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paracosmic-murdock · 10 months

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Tell me what are my words worth ; Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Chapter 2: "Oeillets, coquelicots et saphirs"

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: While the other ladies have grown with the mindset of marrying and having children, you, as the daughter of a man who wanted a son, grew up being both. You learnt how to embroider, play the pianoforte, fence and manage the estate. However, there were some things that not even the Duke of Burgundy could do, so after he passed and you thought there was nothing left for you, you decided to move to London for a while and go to the Royal Academy of Art.

Nothing was going to keep you from what you wanted, and you would do whatever it takes: you would lie to everyone, you would live to death, you would pretend to be a man. You had a plan and it would be a piece of cake for you. But again, when has something that she wants and should not do easy for a woman? Especially when a man like Benedict Bridgerton gets in the way in more ways than one.

Warnings/tags: idiots in love, eventual smut, love triangles (but not really), lgbtq+ themes, bisexual benedict bridgerton, feminist themes, historical inaccuracy (for the sake of the plot), inspired by mulan (1998), song: the lakes (taylor swift), other tags to be added

Chapter summary: The Royal Academy of Art was your dream, and you were finally there. Even though the main purpose was to get your portrait painted by the artist of your choice—whose charm drove you to that decision—, you took the opportunity to make it your first day of Art School.

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"Lady Y/N, are you aware of what could happen if you get caught?"

You sighed. "Antoinette, I appreciate your concerns, but nothing will happen."

"Nothing will happen until it happens, the less protection you have, the more careful you must be… And with your father gone, who is going to take care of you?"

"I can take care of myself, I don't need a man to protect me," you answered, wondering why you didn't change her as your maid before. She was the voice of consciousness in your life, was what your father had said when you considered it first. "The only thing a man is good at is being the epicenter of every problem that has ever existed. Forgive me for only wanting one of those hideous beings to be worthy of me."

Antoinette snickered. "Love… you talk about it all the time, do you not? Once you fall in love, you will change your mind and make some sense."

"I do not need a man I am in love with, perhaps loving in a non-romantic way… As long as I can trust him with all that I have, all that my cousin's life is not long enough for him to touch, I think it would be enough."

"You might as well find that man in Art School and he will not like you if you look like another man."

You laughed. "I cannot marry an artist! Lady Carrington advised me not to, and I must follow her recommendations. Also, I will be saying that I have a twin who happens to be an elegant, dazzling, funny and beautiful young lady."

"Anything you say, my Lady." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm so excited!"

She curved her lips, internally not hating it entirely. Deep down, she admired your determination and the way you always end up making the most out of every difficulty.

Astounding was the way that a situation triggered your impulsiveness. On this particular occasion, a conflict at the Château made you send a letter to your godparents, steal clothes from your cousin—who is strangely your same size—, and run away to England. Antoinette knew she could not do a thing about it and that her job was to comply with your every wish.

"Are you ready, dear?" Lord Carrington asked as he saw you reach downstairs.

"Yes!" you exclaimed. "What will we do today, Lord Carrington?"

He shook his head in amusement. "I will accompany you to a classroom full of our most promising artists and have one paint you… Then, I shall leave you to explore the Academy by yourself, I am certain that you will have the time of your life."

The widest of smiles shone on your face as you hurriedly followed him to the carriage.

Your path was full of chit chat, nothing too interesting as your mind was set on your plans for the day.

When you arrived, you could not do much but look around, mesmerized.

Since you were a child, you wished to go to school, to university, and while your father used to indulge in your ideas and wishes, there were certain things not even a duke could have done.

He did hire a different educator for each of your diverse interests: languages, art, literature, history, astronomy, music, fencing, or archery. He taught you himself how to manage the winery, your properties, your fortune, a thing or two regarding mining, and the value of every single thing in life.

There were life lessons, advice, and love every day you spent together, and you would always be thankful for that.

When you finally got to the classroom, you encountered about half a dozen gentlemen in a semicircle, painting a woman sitting naked in the center of the circle.

You looked to another spot, any, as your only way to show respect to her.

"Will they… paint me like that, too?" you asked your godfather, and he chuckled.

"Do not even consider that idea, dear. It will be a portrait of you just the way you are right now."

You snickered nervously for a moment.

"Look at their work, my Lady," he ordered. "Then, pick whomever's you like best and we will have him painting you."

You did as he told you, lying eyes on a particular man. His work was interesting, remarkable even.

You correctly guessed that he was new to the Academy as his strokes lacked perfect precision. You did not care.

You did not look at any other's work, you just decided that was the man who would paint you. There was just something about him and about the way your heart jumped when he locked eyes with you for the first time.

So you made a gesture at Lord Carrington, who dismissed the model and every other artist in the room, leaving only you, him, the artist you chose, and your maid.

"Mister," Lord Carrington called for his attention, not knowing his name he just opted for the safest option. "Here is my goddaughter, Lady Y/N. She picked you to paint her portrait."

"I… Yes, of course, Lord Carrington."

He nodded. "I'll leave you to it."

You smiled at the unknown man with those glorious ocean eyes. "I am Y/N, enchantée."

"Benedict," he stopped himself when he noticed you didn't say your surname or present yourself with any title. "Are you French, my Lady?"

"Oh, what gave it away?"

He wrinkled his nose. "I have no idea, you look like someone who loves to walk through des rues de Paris. It could also be the accent, or perhaps introducing yourself saying enchantée, that is very French."

"You also speak French in Monaco, Belgium…"

"Are you Belgian or…"

"No, but still."

Benedict laughed, putting aside the halfway painted canvas of the naked woman, and taking an empty one. "So, French?"

"Yes, French."

"The color of your dress is one of my favorites," he commented with a smile, looking at you attentively as he mixed paints to come up with the perfect shade. "And the jewels contrast perfectly with everything."

The apricot orange silks of your dress did contrast perfectly with the necklace, gold accompanied by diamonds and carrying the bluest sapphires brought directly from the Americas.

"Almost as if I had chosen it on purpose knowing I was going to be painted by a skilled artist."

"I am flattered, my Lady."

You smiled, seeing as he started painting you. "You can call me by my name when no one is around."

"You as well." he agreed with a lopsided grin.

Slightly crooked teeth formed a smile that resembled the waxing crescent moon.

"So, Benedict… How long have you studied in the Academy?"

"Just a few weeks," he replied. "Does my poor experience show?"

"I picked you, and not precisely for your charm," you answered with a flirty smile. "Okay, perhaps I did! But I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

"How could I possibly have charmed you with a single glance?" he questioned with faux confusion.

"You underestimate yourself, it seems."

"It's part of my charm, if you must know."

He was the most enchanting individual you have ever encountered, and during the hours filled with fun small conversations in which you got to know each other, you regretted everything you told Antoinette about men.

It was wonderful that he never asked you for anything private, as if he knew which questions you would answer or not in advance.

"Do you come from a big family?" Benedict asked.

You shook your head. "Not really."

"Siblings?"

"Uh… one, my twin," you rushed to answer. "You?"

"Seven."

You gasped. "Seven?!"

"My parents used to have a lot of spare time or so it seems."

"I can't imagine how difficult it must have been to give birth and raise eight children!"

"It was hard work, I am sure."

"You looked like you were trouble, were you not?" you joked.

"What is there in me that screams trouble?" Benedict inquired, pretending to be offended.

"Everything, I should know."

He hummed. "What does that even mean, Y/N?"

"Make a guess."

"I could never."

"Then live under the shadows of ignorance, Benedict."

You both laughed, but as soon as you noticed his eyes locked on you, you returned to a neutral look.

"Wait, go back to that smile!" Benedict pleaded, and after a few seconds, you managed to. "That surely is a smile worthy of my first portrait."

"Oh, am I your first?" you questioned funnily, ignoring Antoinette's knowing look she threw from afar.

He chuckled loudly. "That sounded terribly not lady-like. Never say anything as such in front of Lord Carrington."

"I will take the advice," you answered. "But does it bother a gentleman like you?"

"On the contrary, I find it quite diverting."

"That is good since I said it to you."

He was finished, it took him a few hours, but you would approve of a conversation as such to last days, even. "It's done, come here."

You ran to him, looking at the painting he did of you smiling happily, which was uncommon for a portrait in the current days.

"It is perfect." You smiled, being closer to him than you had anticipated.

He smirked, and you could not help but melt under his glance. "I am glad you liked it."

"I, uh… must go, but you know what? I will have my brother find you and befriend you. He will study here."

"Are you artists, too?" Benedict asked.

"Uh…, no, not really," you answered. A lie. "He is the talented one, an artist if you have ever seen one, though not formally educated. And I am more inclined to literature."

"I believe you and my sister would be an insufferable pair."

You laughed. "Are you calling me insufferable? How disrespectful of you!"

"My apologies," he excused himself jokingly, standing up. "I hope I see you again, Lady Y/N."

"I hope so, too." You curved your lips.

He nodded and left you alone in the classroom.

"My, my…" Antoinette shook her head. "Not even a day has passed and you will have to eat your words."

"I will not eat anything, I was just being respectful."

"Respectful? Introducing yourself with only your Christian name is not respectful in the slightest, my Lady!"

"Oh, do not make a fuss out of this… One day people will introduce themselves with only their names, so I am just… a lady ahead of her time."

Antoinette sighed at your impertinence, giving you the clothes she carried in the suitcase. "Get changed before anyone comes in."

You did so, taking off your dress firstly and undoing the small, neatly combed, bun in your hair after. The corset was still on, and you took a piece of fabric that was in the suitcase and wrapped your cleavage with it. Antoinette helped you, and even though you could not properly breathe, you were happy.

Your cousin's attire fit you well enough, and you had at your disposition a pair of shoes your size. The diamonds and sapphires in your collarbones were quickly discarded, and ended up in the deepest pockets.

You tied your hair in a slipshod low bun, looking at Antoinette with a smile.

"Hello!" you exclaimed with a more grave voice and a sharper French accent, making her snort. "I am Mr. Voclain, enchanté."

"I am not sure men introduce themselves or, in general, act that way."

You clicked your tongue. "How would I know?"

"You live with one."

"My cousin does not count."

"How does he not?"

"He just doesn't, Antoinette, stop asking me questions!"

She sighed annoyed. "Clean up your face, you look like a woman."

You wrinkled your nose and did as you were told. "Go hide somewhere until I am done, alright?"

"Wait, that is not how a man stands!"

"It's not like I want to attract a lady's attention," you murmured. "Nor a man's."

Antoinette gave you a pointed look. "What is your name, my Lord?"

"Is it not too ambitious to call myself Lord?" you asked, rehearsing the masculine voice you would have to use. Antoinette shook her head. "Alright, I am Lord…" you paused for a few seconds, not knowing what your name would be until it occurred to you. "Antoine Voclain!"

"Antoine?"

"Antoine as in my loyal maid Antoinette who always supports me without complaint," you explained sarcastically. "Aren't I a handsome gentleman?"

"Do not get too confident over there, remember the things you said about them."

"Well, I am one of them now, so count me as a hideous being, too."

Antoinette was your age, a year or two older if anything. She acted as if she had twice that experience in life, a thing she took from her mother, who was your Mama's maid. Antoinette's mother was initially against you leaving for London, but knew there was nothing she or anyone could do or say to stop you from doing whatever was the thing that you pleased.

She sighed and left the classroom on her way to the carriage, leaving you in there alone with only your suitcase next to you.

There were all sorts of things. You arranged in a vase many flowers you found: carnations and poppies. The blue of the sapphires would contrast with the red hues of the flowers, but you kept the necklace only as a guide in your hands. You took fruits as well so you could eat meanwhile, not caring for their actual purpose.

You did not realize when the classroom got full of other men who joined you in painting the flowers on each of their individual canvases.

Different techniques and colors could be seen, though yours shone brighter as it came from an unfamiliar face with no formal artistic education.

Once you were finally finished, your hands and arms and even your face were stained of paint, you looked around and noticed the many other men who had joined you. You saved the jewels in your pocket again and did not leave until the 'Bourgogne' signature was there.

No one asked questions as you left, if you got a glance or two it would be saying too much. You walked out of the classroom and paced for a couple minutes until you saw a bathroom miraculously empty.

You cleaned yourself until there was no trace of paint in your skin, then left and looked for an empty classroom for more than you are willing to admit. Once you finally did, you got changed and quickly ran through the halls to try to find your godfather.

"Lady Y/N, why the hurry?"

"Oh, Lord Carrington… I was looking for you!" you exclaimed, fixing your hair.

"Shall we return home?"

You nodded eagerly.

#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #benedict bridgerton fanfiction

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animatorweirdo · 7 months

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How to kidnap yourself a dark lord husband?

(The last request. This is for the Sauron x reader being a Hades and Persephone imagine. I'm sorry if this was not all you expected, but I was struggling with ideas and with the help of a friend, turned this into a crack fic. I might make a second part since this ended up being long. I hope you like it. )

Requested by Anon

Hi AnimatorWeirdo! Sending you a request for Mairon x daughter of Feanor!reader in a Persephone x Hades AU? (Like the anon requested a little bit ago? Thank you!

Warnings: Reader is done with her family, really wants a puppy, intensely flirts with Sauron, proposes marriage, and then kidnaps him from his fortress.

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You: *Travelling in the darkness of Beleriand*

You: Okay. Is this the place to find other people*

*Before*

You: *Slowly losing her patience*

Maedhros: (Name), you should consider going out more. It will do good for you.

You: Alright *Goes outside*

You: *Sits in the garden*

Maglor: *Sings very loudly that the birds of the garden fly away, disrupting your peacetime*

You: *Growl and leaves the house*

You: *Check around the forest*

Celegorm: Woohoo! *Rides past her with Huan, splashing mud on you*

You: Fuck! *Leaves the for forest*

You: *Arrive at a quiet lake*

Caranthir: *Appears in the shade doing embroidery or whatever he did in his free time*

You: Ah! Where did you come from?!

Caranthir: I've been here all this time.

You: Oh, okay. What are you doing?

Carathir: Embroidery.

You: Cool. Can I try?

Caranthir: No. I don't want you to ruin my things.

You: *silence*

You: Fine. Goodbye! *Walks away*

You: *Comes to a city to check around stalls and shops*

Curufin: *Bangs loudly his hammer in his workshop, startling you*

You: * You stare as he works, but decide to leave, not considering interacting with him*

You: *You come home*

You: *You sigh in relief when you hear the house is quiet, which means silence and peace*

You: *Step on a trap rope*

You: *Get splashed by a bucket of water*

You: *Scream*

Ambarussa: *Laughs at you*

You: *Growling with rage*

You: Naneth! Can I move with Grandpa and other cousins?

Nerdanel: *Deeply focused on her work* Ask your father.

You: Atar! Can I move with Grandpa and other cousins?!

Feanor: *Focusing on his work* No!

You: Please! I can't handle seeing my brothers everywhere! I just want one week of peace!

Feanor: As I said. No.

You: THATS IT!

You: I AM SO DONE WITH ALL OF YOU! *Secretly leaves Aman and wanders into Beleriand without telling anybody*

*Now*

You: *Stare at the dark fortress filled with strange creatures*

You: *Shrugs* Looks decent enough.

*Inside*

Sauron: *Minding his own business*

You: *Appear and stare at him*

You: *Checks him out because he's quite good-looking*

Sauron: *Groans frustrated with a project*

You: You should probably consider adding this to make it work. *Points at something*

Sauron: *Nearly jumps off from his chair* Where the hell did you come from, elf?

You: I walked in.

Sauron: You... just walked in? Without getting captured by the guards?

You: *Nods* I mean, they were on their break, and I didn't want to disturb them.

Sauron: Elf, do you even know who I am?

You: *Looks at him and his height*

You: Really tall?

Sauron: No! I am Sauron! Lord Melkor's greatest servant and the lord of this fortress!

You: .... okay.

Sauron: You... you're not even half phased or scared? I am technically a horror story to the local elves.

You: *giggles* you're funny. I saw you have some troubles with this one thing: I know how to fix it, let me show you.

You: *Began showing him how to fix the problem*

Sauron: *just lets you because it was working and he didn't know what to do else*

*1 Day later*

Sauron:*ordering orcs around*

You: *squealing loudly* that it startled most of the orcs*

You: Mairon? Can I keep him? *Holding a werewolf puppy*

Sauron: What? No! That's one of my werewolves. I can't let you keep him and who allowed you to call me by my original name?

You: Please! My father still doesn't allow me to adopt a dog, and I'm a full-grown adult, and besides, you have hundreds of werewolves. You can afford to give one to me!

Sauron: As I said. No!

You: *Leans in closer, fluttering your eyelashes* Please, my lord. Give this puppy to me.

Sauron: Are you seriously trying to put up a seductive act just to adopt a puppy?

You: *Grins* Is it working?

Sauron: *Sighs* Fine. If you really want him.

You: *Squeals again in happiness* Thank you! I'm gonna name him Carna because his coat reminds me of your red hair.

Sauron: You do know, he's gonna grow up into a werewolf, right? You don't find that even slightly abnormal or disturbing?

You: No. Not at all. He's my baby now. I'm gonna love him even when he's grown up.

Carna: *Whines happily, licking your face*

You: *Giggles while hugging him*

Sauron: *Muttering under his breath while staring at you with slightly reddish cheeks and ears because he finds the sight adorable* Oh shit.

*8 Day*

You: Fuck!

Sauron: *Startled* What? What's going on?

You: My family just started noticing my disappearance and knows I'm here. They now claim you kidnapped me or something.

Sauron: And what are you planning to deal with that?

You: Unless you want to face the drama of my family. I should probably go there to explain what's really going on between you and me. And trust me, you do not want to face my family drama.

Sauron: Fine. Go. I do not think I can stop you even if I want to.

You: Alright. I will be back as soon as possible. *leaves the fortress*

Sauron: Finally, some peace and quiet.

*12 Day*

Sauron: *dealing with deep silence and not being used to it because he had gotten used to hearing your voice most of the time*

Orc: Sire. Is something bothering you?

Sauron: Fuck... I actually miss her and her obnoxious voice.

Orc: *Confusion*

*15 Day*

You: I'm back!

Sauron: Finally! What took you so long?!

You: My family. Why? Did you miss me?

Sauron: *Scoffs* No.

Random balrog: *Pops out of nowhere* Yes, he did! He's been ten times more foul when you were away! He even created wolves to remember you since you liked his werewolves so much.

You: Aww! You did!

Sauron: *Screaming at the balrog* Shut up!

You: Oh, don't be mad. I missed you too.

Sauron: *looks at you confused* really?

You: *Smiles* Yeah. I like how calm and collected you are. You don't bring too much drama in the house. You're creative with your work and respect my boundaries, which my family rarely does. And the best part— you have dogs.

Sauron: Wolves, technically.

You: It doesn't matter. If it's fluffy and cute, and I can hug it, then that's all that matters. And I do like a certain amount of wildness in them.

Sauron: You are a very strange elf, you know that? Are you possibly the oddball in your family?

You: Maybe. I just like things slightly unordinary. Valinor is nice and all, but It can get really boring sometimes.

You: *Gets an idea*

You: I know how to get my family off our backs.

Sauron: And what's that?

You: *Graps his hands and looks at him with an intense look* Marry me!

Sauron: Huh?!

The whole fortress: Ooooohhh!

Sauron: *stutters for the first time in his life* No! Why?!

You: If we get married my family will finally stop bothering us. And besides, I think we make a good couple. We're both smart and pretty. We have dogs and if we get far in our relationship, we'll make beautiful children.

Sauron: *stunned *

The whole fortress: Come on, that's not a bad deal. Get some!

Sauron: *Collects himself quickly* Aren't you being a bit too bold with your proposal?

You: Is that a yes?

Sauron: I'm— uhh—

The random balrog: Hey! How about you two kiss already?!

Sauron: Shut it!

You: Great. So it's settled then?

Sauron: What?

You: Let's go to Valinor to break the news. Let's go!

Sauron: Hey! Wait a minute! *Screams as you take him away from the fortress*

#sauron x reader #sauron #sauron imagines #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion imagines #tolkien #silm fic #middle earth x reader #middle earth #middle earth imagines #feanor's daughter

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thelonelyshore-if · 1 month

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Is there a song where the minute you hear it you think of the story itself or the vibe of it? Same question about the characters. (This can include mc and willow)

General Vibes/Willow/MC: Ghost on the Shore by Lord Huron.

" Lie where I land let my bones turn to sand / I was born on the lake and I don't want to leave / Every eye on the coast ever more / Will remember the sight of the ghost on the shore. "

Beck: Bloody Shirt by To Kill a King

" Oh you lie next to me / Heart is beating heavily / Blood in your hair though / Blood on your shirt / It's too late to say you're sorry / Say you're sorry still. "

Croft: Hollow by Cloudeater

" I move in all directions / I don't need any protection / And this beast is interjecting / And this soul can't help but connect it / And I'm ill with all that I know / Cause it shows what little I know / I want sacred, I want final / And I'm seeking it wherever I go. "

Jay: May Loving Hands Show You The Way by Grand Commander

" The thought of moving on is wrong when / All I want is feeling a / Forgotten song that's falling from my / Fingers like a dream into the mist. "

Perri: Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon

" I try to call you every day / I'm rehearsing what to say when the truth comes out (of my very own mouth) / I've been working on a unified theory / If I make it through tonight, everybody's gonna hear me out. "

Ravi: The Fear Song by Amanda Palmer

" They left me at night in the heart of the forest, the air full of noises / The creatures that eat us just feet from my face / As their wild cries sounded, and darkness surrounded / And still I did not bat an eye. "

Yasmin: Like Real People Do by Hozier

" I could not ask you where you came from / I could not ask, neither could you / Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips / We could just kiss like real people do. "

#interactive fiction #asks #( ghost on the shore is a combo because it is THE tls song to me )#( also ravi was hard lmao i have other songs that came to mind first )#( but they'd be much too spoiler-y )#( rip )#( soooo excited to get a music ask i listen to my tls playlist constantly )

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jefferson-starkid · 9 months

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An incomplete list of things I loved about the RWRB movie

First and foremost he total of TWO (2) lil bicep kisses Henry gives Alex (my hearttt I will never shut up about this)

Their faces when Alex gets cake on Henry’s coat

That whole scene actually. Comedy gold

Zahra straight up attacking Alex with a pillow for being an idiot

Alex looking and acting like a 10 year old petulant child during the whole hospital closet scene lol

Heny’s little voice crack when he says “I didn’t say ‘get me out of here’ I said ‘I need to get out of here’ there is a difference” BABY

on that note you don't wanna know the amount of times I said 'oh baby' to Henry during this movie :(

The eyelashes thing making it in there even though it’s not henry who says it in the movie but idc because Taylor Zakhar Perez your eyelashes sir

Alex actually grabbing Henry’s hips at the party to show him how to dance WE LOVE A BOOK ACCURATE MOMENT

On that note GET LOW

And Henry saying ‘Did he say ‘sweat drops down my balls?’ I hollered I love that moment in the book

Henry’s lost puppy look when Alex kisses the girls

Nick Galitzine managing to perfectly portray Henry’s mannerisms in the first kiss scene ‘Henry’s whole face grimaces in frustration, his eyes casting skyward like they’re searching for help from an uncaring universe.’ Like he did that perfectly

Zahra being the iconic queen she is

“You’ve been wanting him to dick you down forever”

EVERYTHING ABOUT THE RED ROOM:

the Alexander Hamilton portrait good job movie

Alex being nervous and not knowing how to stand when waiting for Henry (ik in the book this detail was after the state dinner in his room, but idc I love that they at least kept it in this way)

SHUT UP STOP TALKING

Henry’s horrified little moment of realization when he sees Alex isn’t actually gonna yell at him for kissing him but he’s actually into this like Nick Galitzine your face sir!!! It’s so soft and sad and adorable arrgghhh

The detail of Alex hitching Henry’s tigh up around him like in the book

Amy’s ‘oh god!’ when she walks in on them

Henry immediately pretending to inspect the book case and Alex randomly playing with the flowers all ‘ACT NATURAL’ lol that made me cackle

Henry’s face as he leaves Alex’s room and lingers in the doorway a bit to just…stare at him UGH

The rich white people sex dungeon scene with the polo and alex just shamelessly thirsting after Henry lol

PARIS

“Who says ‘make love’ anymore? Are we like gonna listen to Lana Del Rey while we do it?” PLEASE

That sex scene was handled with so much care. It was so soft and sensual and they worked their asses off to show their connection and it paid off lemme tell u everyone say ‘thank you intimacy coordinator’

Like I could talk for 45 minutes about that hand shot alone

How small Henry looks lying on his side next to Alex afterwards

FIRST BICEP KISS everyone say thank you whoever wrote that in the script

Henry’s disorientated ‘sgoingon?’ when Zahra wakes them up lol just like the book

EVERYTHING ZAHRA SAYS after she finds Henry in the literal closet

You could feel the ‘Zahra does not appreciate being told to chill’ radiating off of her Sarah Shahi you absolute genius

Their faces when ‘oh and I told my sister!’ :D ‘Oh I didn’t know that!�� :D ‘Yeah she was really happy for us’ ‘I can’t wait to see her again she’s real-‘ “OKAY SHUT UP THE BOTH OF YOU” lol Zahra is going THROUGH it

‘Would it make any difference if I told you not to see him again?’ ‘No.’ he said that so fast I’m gonna cry

Zahra calling Henry Little Lord Fuckleroy

Ellen at least mentioning the powerpoint even though they didn’t show it

Ellen giving alex the Queer Talk™

On that note ‘the B isn’t silent’ making it in there is so important to me as a bi person

Alex reading One Last Stop

I am NOT singing karao-

Cut to henry singing karaoke

HE DID IT HE SANG DON’T STOP ME NOW and he’s all smiley and real and open and Alex noticing it and falling more in love by the second

On that note Taylor Zakhar Perez your face sir

The lake scene (SECOND BICEP KISS HOLLAA)

On the deck when Henry is slowly realizing what Alex is trying to say (aka ‘I love you) and nick’s face just goes so desperately soft as he starts to understand that this means he’ll have to leave Alex and then his face just slowly closes off like NICK GALITZINEs FACE ACTING don’t talk to meee

That little moment afterwards that Henry spends underwater with his hand on his heart just…ACHING. Ugh someone kill me

Henry is my absolute baby can you tell

David first appearing. A real ‘and everyone cheered’ moment even though the scene is heartbreaking

‘Do you love him?’ ‘What difference would it make if I did?’ and then that sad barely there smile *insert captain Holt ‘PAAAIIINNNNN’ gif here*

“I stormed a fucking castle to look you in the eye and tell you that I love you, knowing that you wouldn’t say it back. So no, Henry, in fact, this is costing me everything.” LORD

”I can love you and want you and still not want that life. I’m allowed, all right? And it doesn’t make me a liar. It makes me a man with some infinitesimal shred of self-preservation, and you don’t get to come here and call me a coward for it” is one of my favourite passages in the book and I am so fucking happy they kept it. Nick slayed that scene

In fact their acting in that whole sequence was amazing

“tell me to go” NOOOO I love that they kept it but it’s so sadddd

The fact that they actually filmed in the V&A

Henry mentioning dreaming of dancing there with a person he loved and Alex wasting zero time putting on a song (cry emoji)

Henry giving Alex his signet ring like in the book, but then them adding that Alex gives Henry his key in return I AM UNWELL

That little montage of cute intimate moments between A&H during Alex’ speech

YAYYYY they kept the Zahra and Shaan subplot

“Yeah I thought you might see it our way, I’ll hold” QUEEN ZAHRA

BABY

BABYYY

And then Henry’s little breathless ‘Alex?’ STOPPPP

I’m serious baby making it into the film had me WEAK I had to pause for a full 30 seconds to scream into my pillow

Running towards each other on the stairs :’)

PLAYING PIANO TOGETHER AAAAAA

“I’m white and upper class so my affection comes with strings” lol at least he's self aware

The hand holding during the meeting with he king

“I love you” “I love you more “ “I think that’s up for debate”

Henry wearing the tie with the yellow roses of Texas :’)

In conclusion was the movie perfect? No! did I still love it? Yes!

#rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb spoilers #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #casey mcquiston #red white and royal blue

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dalchiid · 9 months

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 45

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 8,728

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 45 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Fingering, Angst

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Waking up today you realize your stomach doesn't hurt as bad anymore. Still Hoseok wants to take you to the pharmacy to take your meds out.

Like many other places you've never been to a pharmacy before. Anything you needed because you were sick was given to you by Ji-Woon or one of the other maids. It's moments like this where you realize that you very much lived a sheltered life back at the Baeks'.

The weather is surprisingly warm so you dress in short sleeves but carry a cardigan with you. Hoseok is dressed similarly to you with a short sleeve black shirt and jeans. It's his need to want to show off that you're a couple by matching clothes. You could care less for things like that but it's what Hoseok wants and you can't deny him because he won't allow it.

You're sat in the passenger seat of his car and you watch as he readies everything before setting off.

"If you're good maybe we can get something to eat on the way back home," he says.

You shoot a look his way he doesn't catch as he starts up the car and drives.

If you're good. As if you were a child. He always does this. Gods he infuriates you.

"You say that almost every time we go out."

Hoseok exits through the gates before giving you a quick look. "I'm just letting you know is all. Especially after your-"

"Escape attempt. I know." You roll your eyes before looking out the window.

You hear him sigh as he continues to drive.

"I know you want me to trust you more it's just," he pauses. "I'm a little paranoid that you might try again. You can't blame me for feeling this way."

You want to huff an indignant laugh but you refrain from doing so. Instead you shake your head.

Hoseok reaches out for your hand to hold onto your lap. His grip isn't too tight nor too soft but enough to know you can't shake him off. He lets go of it from time to time when he needs to use his hand for something else but holds onto you quickly after.

When you reach the pharmacy Hoseok states you are there. You don't know what you were expecting but when you reach the red and white building with 'Pharmacy written across it it doesn't seem real.

Hoseok grabs your scripts he left rolled up in the cup holder and gives you a quick look. "Come on," he says when you don't move.

You unbuckle your seat belt and slip out of the car slowly as you look around. You can see through some of the foliage that there's a lake by the pharmacy. You'd like to check it out but Hoseok cuts off your view with his body.

His hands come up to cup your face before kissing your forehead.

"Please be good," he whispers across your skin but you hear him all the same.

He grabs your hand and leads you inside the building where the air is on. It doesn't feel as cold as it did in the hospital so you don't regret leaving your cardigan in the car. Your eyes dart here and there as you try to take everything in but Hoseok is walking fast towards the back of the pharmacy so you don't have a chance to. It makes you pout a little but you say nothing.

When you look forward you see Hoseok took you to sealed off area with openings for people to talk through with the pharmacists. No one is in line in the named 'Drop-off' location so Hoseok takes you directly up to it. There's a pharmacist right before you and she's typing on the computer and doesn't acknowledge you at first. You figure whatever she's doing is too important to stop and so you wait as you look around.

There are so many things around you. Mostly made up of necessities but you see a section of toys as well. Your attention is everywhere so that when the pharmacist speaks up you jump a little.

"How can I help you today," she asks.

Hoseok hands her your scripts with a small smile.

"Just need these two scripts, Cindy."

She smiles as she begins to type in the information from the scripts. She doesn't say anything as she does this and Hoseok doesn't try to make a conversation with her.

You look off towards your side and think about the lake.

Again, like many places, you've never been to a lake. Not any body of water to be exact so no oceans either. Anything you know is from media and you find that you're wanting to check it out. Hoseok seems to realize your attention is somewhere else because he squeezes your hand for a second to draw your attention to him.

You hum questioningly as you look at him.

"Something on your mind, pretty girl?"

You haven't heard him call you that in a while so for a moment you're caught off guard before you look off towards the front of the building.

"There's a lake here."

Hoseok nods. "Yeah. It's called Newton Lake. A nice little area to fish in or just to relax around."

Your attention is still facing towards the front of the pharmacy and it seems like he's getting where you're going with this.

"Do you want to go to the lake?"

You look up at him and nod.

He smiles. "Then we'll go. But first your medicine and then we can grab something to eat and come back for the lake, okay?"

You nod your head again.

That sounded good enough to you.

A minute later Cindy asks for you birth date and you tell her. She writes it down onto the scripts and tells you the wait would be 15 minutes. Hoseok isn't bothered by it and leads you over to a seating area where you both sit down.

You slip your hands under your thighs as Hoseok rests his arm over the back of your seat. His legs are crossed and he sighs when he leans back.

"Have an idea of what you would like to eat," he asks.

Shrugging your shoulders you look at him. "I don't know what there is around here."

His brows raise slightly and he nods. "Well there's the Korean place, McDonald's, Friday's, pizza - it's up to you."

You're not unfamiliar with some of the ones he's mentioned. You've been taken to them if not by him then one of the other guys. McDonald's is new to you believe it or not so you shrug your shoulders again before you speak.

"McDonald's I guess."

"McDonald's it is then." You can hear the smile in his voice. "I don't think I've ever taken you there, right?"

"No you haven't."

"There's a first for everything." He sits up a little in his seat. "It's not something I try to eat all the time but it's pretty good. There's a variety of things but it's mostly made up of burgers and fries but there is a salad and nuggets if you prefer that."

You've had homemade burgers before but that's it. You'll see what variety they have when the time comes.

You cross your arms and lean back. It seems like you're going to be spending most of your time today with Hoseok. You were hoping you'd be spending it with Namjoon so you can talk to him. After your talk with Yoongi last night you came to the realization that something must be up. He's warned you against his brother before but this is the first time he's divulged that much information about it.

He's prone to lying... You don't want to believe that. Even Minjeong said how Namjoon couldn't be trusted.

A heavy feeling settles into the pit of your stomach.

You really don't want to believe them or maybe they're right but things are different with you because Namjoon likes you. How far would a man go for a lie? It just didn't make sense to you and if it were a lie what are his motives? He loves Hoseok. He wouldn't hurt him, right? What the two of you have is something that was built over time. He couldn't help the way he fell for you. The same way you fell for him.

There are so many things you want to believe and not want to believe. You're not going to break your head over it right now because you don't want Hoseok asking you questions on why you're so quiet - on why you seem so worried. You'll save this for another time. For a time when you know you'll have Namjoon to yourself.

Hoseok spends his time playing with your hair and look down at his phone. Your time is spent with you spacing out and it's with a pat to your back that you snap out of it. You look around and towards Hoseok who smiles at you.

"Your meds are ready, baby."

"Oh," you say as you stand up.

Time went by fast. You're actually grateful for that because you no longer have to sit here and wait in silence.

You join Hoseok by the register where they ring you up. Everything is fine as Hoseok signs electronically and pays for your medicine. You don't have health insurance since you're not under the Baeks anymore but Hoseok doesn't seem to mind to pay for you. He does mention though that he'll have you under his health insurance too. You don't say anything about it. You can't find a reason to other than some day you won't be needing it once you're gone but that's for another time.

Once everything is done you two head out.

"I'll give you your medicine once we get something to drink. You said McDonald's, right?"

You nod your head with a hum.

"McDonald's it is then." He smiles widely as you both get inside the car.

He pulls out then to drive you off towards your destination. "After we get something to eat I'll take you to the lake. Be forewarned though, the geese there are kind of mean. Meaner than most. So hopefully they don't bother us while we eat," he chuckles.

You hum. "I've only seen geese once before. They flew into the garden and the servants had to chase them out."

From the corner of your eye you see Hoseok give you a quick look.

"In our garden?"

"No," you say. "Back at the Baeks'."

He makes an "Ah" sound. "Well thankfully that hasn't happened to us. The only issue we ever had were moles but that's been taken care of years ago."

It's your turn to give an "Ah" but no words follow after.

"You okay, my love?"

You look at him then out your window. "I'm fine. Just don't know what to talk about."

He hums. "I thought you were upset or something."

Shaking your head you look out the dashboard window and see as you come up to a series of restaurants that line up your right. One of them is McDonald's and you visibly perk when Hoseok drives into the drive-in.

You see that there's a big menu on Hoseok's side and you lean over to check it out. There's a person right in front of you talking through a speaker box which briefly catches your attention.

"Get anything you want. Just as long as you get something to drink too for your meds."

You purse your lips as you eye the menu the best you can. There's a variety of burgers to choose from and you guess on what they must taste like. Both that and you see the other stuff Hoseok had mentioned as choices. It takes you a minute to figure out what you want and you tell Hoseok who smiles. The person in front of you moves forward so Hoseok can come up to the speaker box and reiterates what you told him along with his own order when prompted. After he's told the price he moves around the building to pay for it all.

"I think you'll like your choice," he tells you. "It's actually Jimin's favorite to order."

At the mention of his brother's name you scrunch up your nose in distaste. Hoseok catches it when he looks over to you and laughs.

"It's okay to have things in common with him. Even if they're minor."

You huff. "I don't know if you remember correctly but I have a reason not to like him."

"Don't think I don't know." Hoseok says seriously. "I haven't forgiven him for that. I don't think I ever will. Even though he's my brother he fucked up. You're my everything and I wouldn't want you to feel so unsafe like that ever again."

Your eyes draw over to him. He doesn't look as bubbly as he did earlier. The contrast between his emotions then and now are bold. He looks like he means every single word that comes out of his mouth and you don't know how that makes you feel.

The brothers mean the world to each other. They forgive each other for everything and make excuses for all of their faults. To hear Hoseok condemn Jimin for his actions and hear how he's defending you in all of this - it all seems unreal.

Hoseok pulls up to the second window and thanks the person for the food and drinks. He doesn't see the way you stare at him.

You don't know how this news makes you feel but you know for sure that Hoseok is still Hoseok. He still gave you his saliva knowing what would happen and he still took you from your home. It's disappointing really.

You watch as he drives off and when he turns his head to look both ways he catches you looking at him and makes a questioning sound.

"What," he asks.

You shake your head before looking out the window. "Nothing."

"You were staring at me. Why?"

"It was nothing."

You don't catch the way he smiles as he drives off. It's probably best that you didn't.

"Well let's head off towards the lake. I know a good spot. It's usually Seokjin's go-to when he wants to fish near home."

You can only hum in response.

Hoseok turns on the radio but keeps the volume low. Something to fill the air of silence you guess. He flips through every station with a quickness. Whether it's because the radio DJ is talking or because he hears a beat of music he's not into, he quickly changes it until he finds one where the person rapping catches his attention. His fingers tap against the steering wheel to the beat and you figure he's heard this particular song before.

"I never took you for a rap person," you say.

He chuckles. "I like it. Yoongi got me into it."

You figured as much. Yoongi and Taehyung seem to be the only ones that has express their interest in music but as the one who actually dabbles with it on a personal level Yoongi must have some influence on his brothers.

"How about you?" Hoseok interrupts your thoughts. "What's your favorite genre of music?"

You shrug. "I'm fine with anything really but I really like rock."

To this his brows raise high as he takes a quick look at you. "Really? Never would have thought of that."

"What do you think I'd be into?"

He smiles. "I don't know. Pop mostly, not rock. Are you into the heavier parts of rock Iike metal or is it just regular rock?"

"I like some metal like heavy metal but I'm fine with just rock in of itself."

"Okay," he says with a nod. "You should introduce me to some of the bands you like and maybe in turn I'll show you which rappers I like."

You catch yourself smiling. Is it because you're interested in that proposal or is it because that day may never come? Right now your sanity is relying on Namjoon. If he turns out to be who Yoongi and Minjeong claims he is you don't know what you're going to do about that. You'll have to rely on Minjeong or maybe even Yoongi to get you out of Hoseok's clutches. You really hope their wrong though because you really did fall in love with him.

You're going to give him the benefit of the doubt because he's really shown you how much of a sweetheart he is. Yeah you two are doing things behind Hoseok's back which is wrong in some ways but you believe that you and Namjoon are just meant to be. That's why you'll hold onto hope that Yoongi and Minjeong are wrong. Maybe he's changed. Maybe...

A few minutes later you pass the pharmacy and roll around near the lake. You see some people fishing here and there and the geese Hoseok was talking about. They're out and about without anyone bothering them as your eyes try to take in everything around the area. Hoseok finally pulls up next to the curb and from there you see a nice shaded area that sticks out towards the water.

"Here," you ask.

"Yup." He takes off his seat belt. "But first, your medicine."

You look back towards him and look at the paper bag he picks up to open. Two small bottles come out to which Hoseok reads before popping them open.

"This one you have to take twice a day," he says as he hands over the pill. "I'll give it to you again before bed. And this one," he checks the bottle before opening it. "You take this one once a day."

You take the other pill from him as he puts a straw into your cup of soda before handing it to you.

You're quick to take the pills and wince a little at how strong the carbonation is.

"All done?"

You nod your head.

"Good. Grab your drink. I'll grab everything else."

The first thing you do is put on your cardigan. The area you'll be sitting at is shaded and you're worried you might feel chilly. After that you grab your drink and slip out of the car and wait for Hoseok to join you. When he does he leads you over to his brother's fishing spot.

Looking around you take in everything around you. Two small trees hang over the landing you're standing on with bits of sunlight peeking through the leaves. Two sets of benches rest on either side of the cement landing that sticks out into the still water. It's such a nice area that you can't help but to give a nod of approval. It's beautiful.

Hoseok sits down on the bench on the left and invites you over to sit down next to him.

"Here's your food, baby. Eat up."

You sit down and take the food from him. It smells good and the first thing you find yourself eating is the fries and then the burger. It's actually really good you can't help but to hum in content.

"You like it?" Hoseok asks after swallowing his food. He's smiling in an enamored way.

You nod your head before swallowing. "I like it."

"Good," he says before taking another bite of his food. "That makes me happy to hear."

The two of you enjoy the sound of leaves rustling as you eat. It feels peaceful out here and you watch as a man and who you assume to be his son paddling through the water with fishing poles hanging off the side. They're enjoying themselves, talking and laughing happily.

It's a bit odd you think. How everyone's lives just keep going while yours is far from that level of normalcy. It's a bit depressing to think about so you try to ignore it. You've done enough worrying that can last a lifetime and all of that can be dealt with another time. Not now. You just want peace.

"Maybe some day we can come here to fish. I know Seokjin would love that."

You raise your eyebrow in Hoseok's direction. "That's if he likes me."

"What makes you think he doesn't like you?"

"Hoseok," you start. "The majority of your brothers don't like me. Taehyung has been nice but he's made it very clear that he'll drop me for any small reason. Jungkook is self-explanatory and so is Jimin. Yoongi and Namjoon are the only exception."

"But what about Seokjin. I feel like he's been nice to you." He takes some fries to eat and talks around them. "Unless there's something I don't know about?"

You purse your lips as you think about the day when Seokjin basically admitted to spying on you. And of course yesterday when Yoongi caught the maid listening in for Seokjin. It makes you cringe.

"I'm just entertainment for him. Nothing more."

Hoseok sighs before straightening his back a little. "We're all entertainment for him but that doesn't mean he doesn't care." He takes a sip of his drink. "He has an odd way of showing it but trust me he cares."

You roll your eyes. "Whatever you say."

Hoseok giggles. "I mean it. One of these days let's go fishing with him. He'll like it and I'm sure you will too. Let's do it before it gets too cold though."

You won't deny or agree with him. You'll just let it be. Let him believe what he wants to believe.

You finish up your burger but still have some fries left. Hoseok is in the same boat and you both eat them in continued silence until you hear it. The calling of geese.

They slowly make their way across the water and you think they would ignore you but it seems the smell of food is what's drawing their attention.

"Oh no." Hoseok says. He bags your trash and scoots himself to the edge of the seat.

"Maybe they're just passing by."

The one in lead of the geese flaps its wings as they draw closer. Once they're near the edge of the landing Hoseok stands up.

"Move Y/N."

You're about to stand up when you hear one of the geese hiss and flap their wings at Hoseok.

Hoseok lets out a scream you've never heard from him before. It startles you a little but it also makes you laugh.

The geese hiss again and you think it's about to bite Hoseok until you grab your fries and and toss them into the water. They immediately move towards it and begin fishing it out to eat. You don't know if they can eat fries but it was the first thing that came to your mind to do.

In the moment of their distraction Hoseok snatches your trash.

"Get up, get up! Let's go!"

You're not in a hurry to leave. At least not until you stand up and one of the geese turns towards you to hiss. You yelp when it comes over for more food and nearly trip when Hoseok grabs you by your hand and tugs you away.

You're out of the way now on the grass. When you look at Hoseok he keeps shaking his head saying "No, no, no." You can't help but to laugh.

"Why are you laughing," he asks.

You just laugh some more. "You really don't like geese do you?"

He shakes his head again. "Not these ones. I told you they were really mean."

Your eyes close as you laugh and the sound of it seems to calm Hoseok down though because not a second later he begins to laugh too.

The two of you must look like a pair of weirdos laughing the way you are laughing. Like you didn't just come across one of Hoseok's fears and battled against it with some fries in hand. You don't know why it was so hilarious but seeing this new side of Hoseok caught you off guard.

He eases off from laughing and looks at you lovingly before straightening out and tugging on your hand.

"Come on. Let's go back home."

He pulls you along with him but you dig your heels into the ground.

"Wait!"

He turns to face you with a questioning look to which you answer.

"What about our drinks?"

His eyes follow the way you thumb back towards that hellhole flock of geese and he gets a chill that runs up his spine.

"Leave it. I don't like littering but today's an exception."

Your brow raises in his direction and you can't help but to huff a laugh.

"Sure whatever."

Hoseok tugs on you again and brings you into his side where he kisses your temple. You know he's over the moon having gotten such a positive reaction from you. You couldn't help it though.

You two toss your trash in a nearby bin before heading home. Today, so far, has been okay. It's been filled with entertainment despite your situation and despite how bad you want to have the chance to talk to Namjoon you keep your cool.

When you reach home you give a long, big stretch once you step out of the car. Hoseok rounds around the car to step in front of you and slips his arms around your waist.

"Did you have a good time," he asks.

Yeah actually you did so you nod.

He smiles. "That's good."

He gives you a look of endearment before leaning in to kiss you.

With every movement of your lips your hands climb higher and until they grip his upper back tightly. The motion makes his lips part and hungrily do you accept his tongue as it slips between your own.

You weren't expecting him to give you a hit so early into the day but he is and you're all for it. Maybe you should laugh more often if that's the case. Even though this time was actually at his expense.

Your tongues mingle and dance with one another as your head swims in ecstasy. You're flying high as your knees almost buckle beneath the sweet pleasure but Hoseok holds you close to him. He'll never let you fall.

He pulls back slightly so he can nip your bottom lip to which you whimper. His tongue laves over the spot before he hums in content. Slipping his hands towards the back of your thighs he hikes you up so your legs wrap around his waist and he holds you tight.

He gives a small laugh at your predicament. "I didn't mean to do that but kissing you is too much fun."

You hum as you bury your face into the juncture of his neck.

He laughs again and carries you off from the garage into the house where it doesn't feel as chilly.

Your arms slip from behind him and around his shoulders so you can hang onto him better. You feel the way his arms are secured around you and so you only sway the slightest bit as he carries you around.

"Where to, my love?"

It takes you a second to realize he was talking to you. You rub your face into him and shrug.

"Anywhere. I don't care," you slur.

He doesn't say anything in response. You just let him carry you off towards wherever.

When you start to wind down a little you see he's taken you to his room where he lies you down gently on top of the bed. He hovers above you with his hands pressed on the mattress on either side of your head.

"Hi there," he says.

"Hi."

He leans in to press a kiss to your forehead then the tip of your nose. You think he's going to kiss your lips again but he sighs instead. The reason behind it you'll see comes in the shape of his brother.

There's a knock on his door where Hoseok welcomes them in. You can't see his face from where you lay but you hear Seokjin's voice.

"I see that I'm interrupting something but I need you."

Hoseok undoes your legs from around him. "For?"

"It's time for a restock."

"I thought we had some time before so?"

Seokjin hums in a disagreeing manner. "I thought so too but someone bought in bulk so we're running out stock a little faster than we originally thought."

Sighing Hoseok looks back down to you and he looks like he's fighting with himself. Should he stay or should he go? Seokjin seems to realize this because he comes up with a solution.

"Namjoon is on his way home right now. If you want leave her here and he'll come and fetch her. I'll have him restock his portion later."

There's a pause.

"You know I wouldn't bother you if it weren't for the fact that yours is one of the more popular ones people prefer."

"I know. I know." Hoseok says.

He leans over you again and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Can I trust you," he whispers to you though you know Seokjin can still hear him.

The high is slowly slipping away but you understand what's happening and so you nod.

"Words, baby."

You lick your lips. "You can trust me."

His eyes bounce back and forth between your own like he isn't sure, but you don't know what it is he sees in them. Whatever it is leaves him feeling sure and he's convinced you won't run away.

"Okay," he says.

He gives you one more kiss before he pulls back and leaves you alone on the bed so he can join his oldest brother.

The door shuts gently behind him and the sound of it being shut is all that joins you in this sudden silence. You look around you as the high begins to dissipate.

Hoseok left you alone. Maybe back then you would have escaped but without a sure enough plan you know it's best to wait.

Despite the high that lingered in you you're sure you heard Seokjin say Namjoon is on his way. The thought of him soothes one side of you but another makes you feel a little anxious. Maybe this is the chance you were waiting for. You'll ask from him the truth. Is Minjeong lying? Is Yoongi lying? You're honestly a little afraid of the answer. You hope they are lying but then if they are then what is the reason for that?

You sigh and pull out your phone and access your contacts. You search for Namjoon and begin to type him a message. It's a few times do you type something out then erase it until you settle for something a little more lighthearted.

You: Seems like you're on baby sitting duty today."

It takes a couple of minutes before your phone pings with a message from him.

Namjoon: I heard. Seokjin rang me up a minute after you texted me.

Namjoon: I don't mind though ;)

You huff a laugh before sitting up.

Namjoon: Head to my room. I'll see you in a few.

Your brows raise slightly.

This will be the first time you'll be alone in a room that isn't Hoseok's. Namjoon must really trust you. Just that thought makes you feel a little bad because your trust in Namjoon is wavering a little.

With that thought in mind you stand up and head to his room but that's not without you looking around to make sure no one spots you. It'll be known with Hoseok and even Seokjin that you'll be spending time with Namjoon but you don't appreciate people sneaking up on you the way that one maid did yesterday with Yoongi. No one is around though and so you take the chance to hurriedly make your way over to Namjoon's.

The first thing that hits you when you open the door is his soft scent. It comforts you as you look around before deciding to sit on his bed. You don't want to touch anything in case it breaks.

When you look down at the sheets you note it's the same ones he had on the first time he touched you. Of course it's been washed since then but it doesn't stop the warmth of embarrassment to coat your cheeks.

You pull out your phone and reread his message to you a few times before deciding to erase it. If you want Hoseok off your back you can't keep any of the messages you send out and receive. Especially when it's with Namjoon.

You're about to sigh while you wait but then the door suddenly opens to reveal Namjoon. He wasn't kidding when he said he'll be home in a few. It doesn't stop you from jumping when the door swings open.

He's dressed in a button-down long sleeve shirt with cufflinks that shimmer beneath the light. His pressed slacks cover his long legs and you catch yourself staring for too long to which he chuckles.

"Hey there, princess."

You smile up at him. "Hey."

It's like all of your problems seemingly wash away at the sound of his voice. You're disgustingly in love with this man.

He walks over to you and places a kiss onto your forehead before pulling back to undo his shirt.

You can't help but stare when he reveals a thin shirt he has beneath the long sleeve. His arms are bare and you note the way his muscles flex with every movement he does. You clear your throat then as you try and find something to talk about.

"I um... I hear that you guys have to stock up."

Namjoon pauses by his hamper as he went to toss his shirt away. His head slowly turns towards you and he has a frown.

"Something wrong?"

Your brows furrow together. "What do you mean?"

He slips his other shirt off and reveals to you his body. You can't help the way your mouth dries up at the sight of his toned abs.

"You never like talking about work so I thought something might be wrong."

He's right. You don't like talking about his work. His look of worry let's you know he's concerned and for a short minute you wonder how you could ever doubt his interest in you.

Namjoon walks over and sits down in front of you. His hand comes up to caress your face where you lean your head into him. Your hand comes up to cover his own and he smiles.

"Talk to me, princess. What's on your mind?"

You smile back at him but it wavers a little with your thoughts. Thoughts filled with his brother's words. He's prone to lying. It makes your heart feel like it's stuck in your throat. You have to ask him.

"Do you," you start. "Do you like me?"

His brows furrow as he throws a look your way. Like he finds what you said to be funny.

"Of course I do." He scooches closer to you. "I like you. A lot."

His words make you smile. "That makes me happy to know."

He shines a brilliant one your way. "I like everything about you." He removes his hand from your face so he can hold your hand and bring it up to his lips. "I like your smile." A kiss. "I like your laugh." Another kiss. "I like your body and the way you writhe around me when I'm fingers deep into you." Here he nips at your fingers.

You can't help the way your heart beat picks up the pace and the way arousal starts to pool into your center.

"But most of all I like how trusting you are."

Trusting. You're not all that trusting if you want to confront him for answers and he seems to notice something is wrong because he puts your hand down.

"Hey. Hey what's up?"

You shake your head. "I don't know I just-"

"Whatever it is. Do you need me to make it go away?"

You look deep into his eyes and the concern within them just makes your heart shatter and so without a second thought you nod your head.

"Yes."

That word. That single word makes him move. Makes him lean over so he can kiss your lips.

The kiss starts off soft as he cradles your face with both of his hands. You lean into him and part your lips to try and deepen it and he allows you to. Allows you to wrap your arms around him to draw him in closer to you and to drag him down on top of you. He follows easily as your tongues go to meet and for the second time that day you feel the high. It feels all the more pleasing to know it's coming from him. So much so that you moan out loud. Namjoon grunts as he lets go of your face to hike you up the bed so that your head rests against the pillow.

You kiss for a while like this before you feel his hand grip your shirt and cardigan and tug on it.

"Off," he says.

You know what he means and for the second that your lips part he helps you take it off.

His hand creeps across your arched back as he goes to unhook your bra. He frees you from it and takes that chance to pull back so he can take a hardened nipple into his mouth. You whine at the feeling and it just makes him suck harder.

"Ah Namjoon!"

"Shh," he shushes gently. He pulls back to look at you. "Don't want anyone to hear us."

In your heightened state of mind all you can do is nod. You'll try to be quiet.

You can tell he likes your obedience because it makes him smirk.

"Let's take these off, yeah?"

You nod again without knowing what he's talking about until he takes off your shoes and socks with your pants and underwear following after. When you're bare before him he groans.

"Look at you," he says. "So fucked out and I barely even touched you."

He begins to chuckle as he slips two fingers into your center in one go. It catches you off guard and makes you gasp out loud. The stretch is a little tight with his thick fingers but he makes up for the slight sting with a slow pumping pace.

You whine at the way he fills you up and writhe the way he said you do just a couple of minutes ago.

"That's it, princess. Come on. Fuck yourself on my fingers."

You grip the sheets with both your hands as you move your hips. Rolling back and forth and squeezing him tight as he presses up into your upper inner wall. Until he finds what he's looking for and it makes you moan in a salacious manner.

He continues to drag his fingers across your sweet spot as you gyrate your hips. The feeling along with the high is overpowering and you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter by the minute.

Your walls pulse around him and it makes him laugh.

"You're close. Are you going to come for me?"

You nod your head with a whine.

"Good. Give it to me then."

You moan out loud despite him wanting you to stay quiet. You can't help it. You're so close. You want this so bad but you're not getting there just yet. He seems to realize this because you feel him move so he can situate himself between your legs where he brings a hand up to stop you from moving and flicks his tongue against your pearl.

A loud moan is ripped from you at this. You're even closer than before. The high is slowly leaving you but the pleasure from him remains.

"Namjoon I'm gonna come."

He grunts and pulses his fingers faster and harder into you and just like that you snap.

You gasp a few times as you begin to come around him. You feel the way your arousal slips out of you to coat his tongue and fingers. He takes it joyously as the pleasure from your orgasm thrums in and around you. You feel so overwhelmed from it all that tears slip out of your eyes when you clench them shut. Your body shakes from residual pleasure and you have to push Namjoon away for him to give you a break.

You try and calm your breathing as Namjoon slips out of you. He crawls up to sit next to you and kisses your cheek a few times before pulling back.

You appreciate him letting you calm down before you two do anything else. You really need to so you can be at your best to please him in return.

Swallowing, you open your eyes and look up at the ceiling as thoughts slowly start to creep back into your mind. Thoughts you wish you didn't need to think in a time like this. You can't help but frown when it's Yoongi's words that hit you. He's prone to lying. Again and again and it makes you frown. Namjoon notices and he sighs.

"You okay?"

You close your eyes and nod.

"Did I - Did I do something wrong?"

The absolute concern in his voice makes you feel bad that this is the way what you two did ends.

You go to sit up and turn towards him. Giving him a sorry smile you place a gentle hand onto his thigh.

"I'm just stuck up in my head," you say.

He nods slowly before grabbing your hand on his thigh with the one that wasn't just in you.

"I guess what we did was just a temporary solution," he laughs.

You laugh along with him.

"If it bothers you so much we should talk about it."

"What about you?"

Namjoon smiles. "Don't worry about me right now. Hoseok will be a while. Stocking up takes time so we have some time with each other." He pats you on the shoulder. "Let me just wash up. You get dressed and then we'll talk."

"Okay." You stand up to grab your clothes he threw to the floor and get dressed.

You feel bad as you watch him go to his bathroom. All he wanted to do was clear your mind and there's no other way you could have ruined that than the way you just did. You guess you should have talked about this beforehand anyway.

You dress up again but leave your shoes off so you can keep your legs crossed on his bed. It doesn't take him long to join you and when he does he picks out a shirt from his drawer to wear. When he's done he comes over to lie down next to you and grabs your hand to keep held in his.

"So," he starts. "Talk to me. What's on your mind?"

How are you going to go about this? You need the truth either way you spin it and so you start with Yoongi.

"Yoongi has been worried about me," you say.

Namjoon raises a brow. "What's he worried about?"

You bite your lip. "About us. You. Specifically."

Namjoon purses his lips but he lets you continue.

Looking up at the ceiling you sigh. There's no other way to go about this.

"He warned me about you." Your hand squeezes his. "He said you have the tendency to lie." Your voice shakes a little. "I don't know. He just seemed really concerned. I guess he doesn't want me to get hurt is all."

Namjoon doesn't say anything at first. He just stares at your hands. His thumb caresses the back of yours mindlessly. You know he can hear your heart beating powerfully against your chest and it just makes you nervous.

Should you bring up Minjeong as well? You don't know if that's the right move to do seeing as she's an outsider so why would her opinion in all of this matter to him?

You shake your head and sigh. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up."

"Do you believe him?" He sounds void of any emotion and it's startling. "Y/N?"

You don't want to believe Yoongi or Minjeong but what do they gain from the lies?

You cover your face with your other hand as you take in a shaky breath. "I don't want to believe him. You've been nothing but nice to me. You've come to mean everything to me. I-" Don't say it. "I'm in love with you."

The stillness in the air is suffocating. It's even worse when you hear laughter.

You remove your hand from your face and look at Namjoon. Really look at him as he laughs.

Your brows furrow. "What?" It's all you can ask.

He falls over onto his back and covers his face with both his hands as his laughter grows louder.

"Namjoon? W-Why are you laughing?"

His laughter still rings around you until he takes a deep breath in and uncovers his face to sit up on his elbows.

"I was thinking," he starts. "Yoongi really knows how to spoil the fun but when you said you fell in love with me? Maybe I've been a little too good at my job."

Your blood begins to run cold beneath your skin and your hands begin to shake. "What do you mean?"

Namjoon looks at you and gives you a sympathetic look. "Oh Y/N. You're just a little too gullible aren't you." Not a question but a statement.

Your eyes begin to grow watery. What did he mean? No. What did he actually mean?

"Na-Namjoon." You shake your head. "What are you on about?" But you think you know.

He closes his eyes and scrunches up his nose in amusement. When his eyes open again he huffs a laugh and raises a brow.

"Yoongi's right, princess. I do have the tendency to lie. A lot."

You sit up on your knees as you go to face him. "But you've never lied to me... Right?"

Namjoon nods. "Oh I have. Every step of the way."

"But - But why?" You're beginning to hyperventilate. "Why would you lie? You like me. You told me you like me!"

To this he hums. "I do like you but in a way a kid likes their pet rat. You're just too fun to mess with."

Tears are shed from your eyes as your mouth hangs ajar.

How could this be? No, this is a joke. But the longer you wait for him to say that this is a horrible prank it never comes and your heart aches.

You lick your lips and they taste salty with the tears that come streaming from you.

"Then what was everything? Everything you ever told me? Every time you touched me and I touched you?! What the fuck was all of that?!"

"Acting, princess. Acting."

"Buy why?!"

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "It's all for fun. I like to see how far I can get away with things." He shrugs. "Can't do much of that with my brothers since they already know but you were new and oh so willing. So so gullible. All I had to do was whisper pretty little things into your ear and just like that you were hooked on everything I had to say." He begins to smile. "Getting in your pants? Oh that was just a bonus. But to know you fell in love with me? Now that's a joke if I ever did hear one."

You feel like you're going to be sick. Your hands are shaking and you feel disgusted. Disgusted with him and disgusted with yourself. How could you have let him get away with it this far? He's right. You're so gullible. So so stupid. How? Just how? You should have heeded Yoongi's warning from the first time then maybe you wouldn't be feeling all of this now.

You hiccup as you go to wipe your tears and stand up on wobbly legs.

"Where you going, princess?" He actually seems interested to know and it pisses you off.

"Fuck you!"

He grabs his chest as if you wounded him but then he laughs. "I should have gotten you to jerk me off before breaking the news."

A broken sob escapes you before you snatch your shoes and run out of his room. You slam the door behind you. Hard. Anything to drown out his disgusting laugh.

Your view is blurred by all of your tears and you can't help the loud sobs that come from deep within your chest. You're heart broken and you can only blame yourself for that. You do but no matter who's to blame it doesn't ease the ache from deep within.

You run down the hall and through your tears you're barely able to see who it is you collide with but their arms come to wrap around you as your knees buckle beneath your saddened weight.

"Y/N?"

You look up at the voice and see that it's Yoongi and seeing him only makes you cry harder.

"N-Namjoon," you cry out feebly.

It seems like he puts two and two together because he lets out a sigh and holds you closer.

"Why," is all you can ask.

Yoongi rubs your back gently before helping you into a room. A quick look around shows that it's his room and you briefly wonder if he's been here all this time.

You know he can smell Namjoon all over you and you don't know if he knows about what the two of you did. Embarrassment courses through you as well as sorrow. You feel like such an idiot.

Yoongi holds you close and just lets you cry in the middle of his room. There's so much to unpack right now. You don't want to but you can't cry to Hoseok about this. Not if you value your sanity. Not if you value your life. Just the thought of that makes you cry more.

"It's going to be okay." Yoongi says but you don't even know if he even believes that.

"It hurts," you say.

"I know. I know."

You keep crying until there are no more tears to be shed. Until you're left feeling like a husk. Until all you can think about is how this has to be a nightmare but you know it isn't. It's your reality and it hurts so bad.

You push away from Yoongi lightly and he lets you. When you look at his face he holds no emotion until he gives you that stretched out half smile of his. You can't bring yourself to smile back.

"Sorry," you say.

"You have nothing to apologize about."

"No. I do. You warned me about him but I didn't listen. It took Minjeong getting into my life to start asking questions."

Yoongi sighs. "I'm not here to say I told you so so if you're expecting that don't. I'm just here to comfort you."

Why is he so sweet? Should you even trust him? You don't know anymore at this point. The only thing you know is that you're hurting and you don't want to be in this house anymore. Not if its occupants are just here to torture you.

It's sad how far this little thing you had with Namjoon went. Despite Yoongi knowing you were close to his brother he doesn't exactly know how close you two actually were. Should you tell him? Will he tell Hoseok? You have to get this off of your chest though. Maybe this will send Yoongi into overdrive and convince him to help you escape.

You look into the man's eyes before you and you see nothing but a calmness.

It was now or never right?

"If I tell you something will you promise to help me leave?"

Yoongi's brows rise up his forehead before he gives you a neutral look. You know he's thinking about it and it makes you nervous the longer he stays quiet. But then he goes to sit down on his bed and invites you over with a pat of his hand.

"Tell me," he says. "And I'll do my best."

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