#all the things he does for her and her family after finding out

[dante-mightdie]

I’m sorry but I must share—what would you think of Cult-leader! Price who finds a distraught, bruised and bloodied reader who ran away from home and takes her to his warm lodge to nurse her back to health and feed her. The poor thing looked like a frightened doe as he found her and he merely wanted to help her but the longer she stayed with the tight-knit community in the depths of the woods the more harder it is to leave. After reader feels more better and wants to take off, she tries to phone her family/friends yet there is no service. Price tells her that unfortunately the service cables were destroyed by a Wilde moose or something and that it would take three weeks or so til the repairmen come. He still offers her to stay longer in his lodge—of course sooner expecting her to help out. Afterall, he provided her with shelter and food, it’s the least she could do. Days pass in a blur and the longer reader stays the lodge the more she starts to forget why she even was stuck here in the first place. What seemed at first as unusual, like the weird nightly feasts that Price and his people make, becomes a familiar tradition of sorts. It’s tradition—he assures. It’s status quo and all the other weirdly hunts that they make at every full moon are only a friendly little game—nothing serious. Or so Reader is fed to belief. It’s not until reader herself gets caught up in all the festivities and rituals that she becomes the very prey that Price hunts each full moon. Only that this time the sacrifice won’t be small pesky rodents but reader herself. As reader is the perfect fit to Price’s family. The mother of his loyal cult. Soft and pliant and perfectly ripe for such role.

Anyways—these worms have been wringling in my mind all day. Ty for letting me get this off of my chest.

Ps: Love your writing, ty for your previous brainrot <3.

no but just imagine him chasing you through the woods <3333

c/w: kidnapping, cult dynamics, predator/prey, dub-con, non-con, p-in-v sex, no prep penetration, dacryphilia, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

gets you all prettied up in a long red dress, telling you it’s all part of the tradition but you seem to be the only one wearing red. he keeps you sat besides him the whole night, ignoring your worried complaints about the uncanny smiles every one is sending your way

he keeps a hand planted on your thigh the entire time, thumb soothing over your skin as he offers you slow-cooked meats and sweet wine. and when the full moon rolls around and john drags you to the edge of the forest with an excited grin on his face, it finally clicks what his plans are

he keeps you locked in his arms whilst his hands feel up and down your waist, over your hips and ass. grunts and heavy groans filling your ears as his lips brush over the skin. “don’t worry, sweetheart. we won’t be apart for long.”

he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, breathing in your scent. “I’ll find ya nice and easy then we can get to work on continuing my legacy. have ya knocked up in no time, baby…”

he gives his people some long speech about family and responsibility, bloodlines and destiny. about how it’s time he settled down and had a brood of children of his own to carry on everything he has built. the whole time he has you pinned against him, your back to his chest. no one notices the way he pulls his cock out just enough to tap the tip against your puffy folds before tucking himself away

he gives you a 15 minute headstart, you spend the first few minutes still stood at the tree line. you begged and pleaded with him not to do this but he just laughed and began putting on some form of tac-gear. you eventually took off running after 5 minutes, your vision blurred by the darkness of the night

if your heavy breathing and panting didn’t give away your location, then your constant stumbling over would. you could hear twigs breaking and animals rustling around in every direction but you couldn’t see more than a few centimetres in front of your face

you clutch the lace fabric of your skirt, your feet dredging through the mud until you hear and feel them splash against the tide of some body of water. you squeak loudly when your feel the icy cold temperature frost your skin

you crouch down, collecting some of the water and splashing it on your face in an attempt to calm your breathing. the adrenaline courses through your veins as your eyes dart around, unable to make anything out in the night

you spend the next few hours wandering around blindly, an impending sense of doom building up under your skin with each passing hour in which the sun doesn’t rise. you stop to catch your breath, kneeling in the earth below you. your nails dig into your thighs over the material of your dress, your eyes still struggling to make out your nearby surroundings

your breath still when you hear a twig crunch a few feet to your left, muscles freezing when you try and listen out for your surroundings. your heart thumps loudly in your chest whilst your nails dig into the earth below you. there’s nothing but a few seconds of silence before you hear footsteps rushing towards you in quick succession

there’s no time for you to scream when a large hand, wrapped in a tactical glove, covers your mouth and squeezes your jaw closed. the darkness impairing your vision meant you were forced to only be able to feel as you are manhandled into a crude position

his mean grip entangled with your hair keeps you pinned to the ground, your cheek smushed into the cold surface of the earth. you feel rocks and gravel digging into the skin of your knees, engraving their shape into your flesh. you thrash and kick in his grip but he keeps you firmly pinned, his crotch pressed against your bare cunt when he takes his hand off of your mouth to tear the flimsy fabric of your dress off

the bitter chill of the night attacks your skin instantly, making you whine out when you feel goosebumps begin to prickle all over your body

“quit yer squirmin’, woman. only makes me ‘arder when you grind against my cock like that.” he grunts in your ear, bucking his hips against your ass. you sob and squirm, trying to break free except you only end up pushing yourself further back against his throbbing erection

he wastes no time unzipping his cargos, the smell of smoky sweet tobacco filling your nostrils. a pleasant change from the dry dirt you were smelling before. he doesn’t bother undoing the top button of his pants, reaching into the open zip and pulling his cock out. he lets it fall against your wet cunt with a small plap

he wraps one arm around your hips from behind, using his other to pull your upper body up to slot right against the uncomfortable feeling of his tactical gear. he does this just so he can plant his hand right back over your mouth before bending you back over onto your hands and knees

“yer gonna make such a beautiful mother to my family. aren’t ya, darlin’?” his words drown out your muffled protests, his hips sloppily grinding against your ass. his cock slipping between your folds, nudging against your clenching hole each time

“gonna keep yer belly round ‘nd yer tits leaking for at least the next 5 years, dovie…” he groans, jumping you from behind like a feral dog in heat. his lips whispering filthy things in your ear, promises of knocking you up and talks of twins

he lets out the human equivalent to a howl when his hips finally manage to angle his cock right enough to breach past your slippery hole, sliding all the way to the hilt with one easy thrust. the bush of curls decorating the base of his cock tickle your folds when he grinds into you, adjusting your hole to the stretch

his hands switch positions, one tangling itself into your hair and the other pinning both of your wrists to the small of your back. your upper body is suspended in mid-air as he begins a brutal pace of thrusts, leaving your mouth uncovered so he can listen to your pleasured wails

the quiet forest is filled with the sound of wild nightlife and the rhythmic pap pap pap of johns ballsack colliding with your clit. your tits bounce with the force of each thrust as you sob out, “please, john! please…!”

he shushes you, yanking on your hair slightly like tugging on the reins of a wild horse. he lets out a deep chuckles, looking down to watch his meaty cock slide in and out of your drooling pussy. “don’t worry, dolly. been preparing for this ever since you landed on my doorstep. wanked my cock every night thinkin’ about filling you up.”

he stops his words to let out a deep growl when he feels your walls clamp down tight against him, “didn’t cum once. saved it all for you, darlin’. nothing more important to me than giving you a few of my brats to take care of…”

you can feel his precum spilling into your womb, the warm feeling beginning to spread throughout your gut. he takes his hand out of your hair only to deliver a sharp slap to your ass before returning it to its former place

“gonna spend the rest of this full moon splitting you open on my cock, little lamb. then once yer good and bred, I’ll take you home and treat you exactly how my wife deserves to be treated…”

~

cut to nine months later, you’re sat up in bed on a warm summer’s night. two healthy, chubby babies asleep against your chest whilst your husband, john, brushes your sweaty hair back from your forehead

there’s a content smile on your face as you coo slightly down at your newborn twins, your voice still hoarse from your recent labour :(

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[sickslimez]

STILL IN LOVE! #2 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

It’s been about three weeks since you found out about Toji’s new girlfriend. You still haven’t met her or properly seen her yet, but from what the kids tell you, she seems nice. It still felt weird having to get used to the idea that your ex had actually moved on. It was silly to think about, you know. Having been married over five years and getting a divorce, you’d think that means you would be done with your ex, but no, it was quite the opposite. Toji and you were still at each other, flirting, kissing, having sex. Neither of you had essentially ‘moved on’ from one another. It was normal for the both of you. It just never clicked in your mind that he would actually leave and live his life like a divorce is intended to do.

You’ll pin that blame on yourself, thinking too much into what you had with him is what caused you to feel this jealousy in the first place. Having remembered how you were once her spot, being the girlfriend that he took everywhere and did everything with. Hell, shes even met your kids before she’s even met you. It was clear Toji felt serious about her, otherwise he would’ve never brought her around Megumi and Naya. That thought made something twist in your chest.

“Mommy?” Your daughter’s little voice pulled you from your thoughts. Her big eyes watching as you applied your moisturizer in the bathroom mirror, a stuffie in her arms.

“Yes, baby?” You smiled, kneeling down so you were eye level with her.

“Daddy is at the door. He’s asking for you.” She blinked, squeezing the stuffed animal in her arms. Usually Toji just comes on in announced, startling you when he suddenly speaks, but you found it weird that he was now waiting at the door to speak to you. You grabbed your daughter’s hand, walking her to living room where Megumi was watching teen titans and eating popcorn. “Ooo, is that starfire?!” You daughter ran towards her brother, letting go of your hand.

Your eyes landed on Toji who leaning against the door way, dressed in a black hoodie and gray sweats, a stoic look on his face. “Hi, mama,” he greeted.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest.

“Can I talk to you really quick? Outside?” He nodded his head in the direction behind him.

“Yeah.” You nodded, following his footsteps as you shut the front door behind you. “Something wrong?” You looked at him.

“I won’t be able to take the kids this weekend,” he sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Sorry.”

“What do you mean? Why?” Your brows furrowed, standing there confused.

“I got…things to do,” he meekly answered. He kept his answer as vague as possible leaving little to nothing for you to go off of, but deep down you had a feeling it had something to do with his new girlfriend.

“Things to do? Like what?” You questioned, poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue.

“Nothing important,” he quickly replied, sucking in a breath.

“If it’s not important then why can’t you take the kids? They’re not gonna be happy about this,” you try to explain. You couldn’t understand why he was being so secretive towards you all of sudden, especially when it came to his time with the children.

“Can you just accept the fact I can’t take them? Please?” He seemed to be getting impatient, rolling his eyes every time you questioned him on something. It was obviously bothering him.

“Does it have to do with your new girlfriend?” There was no harm in asking him, curiosity getting the better of you.

“That’s none of your business.” He tone was rough and stern, almost like you hit a nerve.

“Oh?” Your brows raised in surprise in his sudden change of attitude. “I think it is my business considering this involves your time with our children and the fact you bring her around our kids, Toji. It’s a simple yes or no question.”

He let out a scoff, averting his gaze in a different direction. A sigh left his lips as he ran his hands down his face. “Here you fucking go,” he groaned. “You’re getting jealous.”

“I’m sorry?” Your eyes narrowed as you stared at him.

“You’re getting jealous of her, aren’t you?” His question hung in the air for several seconds as you stared at him in disbelief.

“Here you go assuming shit like always. See this is why we can never have a normal conversation, cause you always wanna start something! Where the fuck did that even come from?” You were starting to see just why you and Toji got divorced. There was some truth to his words, about being jealous. Though, you were too stubborn to admit such a thing to someone like him. What good would it do you anyway? He’d probably just laugh in your face and walk off. “Have your weekend to yourself, Toji. I’ll find someone else to take care of Megumi and Naya.” You turn around to enter the house, not having the energy to argue with him.

“Woah, what do you mean someone else?” His hand is wrapped around your wrist as he pulls you back towards him. “Why can’t you?”

“Cause I have things planned! Pretty sure Shoko won’t mind watching them.” You snatch your wrist back from him, only for him to grab onto you again, pulling you back. “What, Toji?!” You ask in annoyance, sighing loudly.

“You got things planned? With who?” It almost made you laugh how he was the one asking so many questions, trying to peak in on your life.

“That’s none of your business,” you casually say as you stare him. His jaw clenches, finally letting go of your wrists. Both of you stared at each other for what seemed like several minutes when in actuality it was only a mere second. You had a date on Saturday night, someone you met while you were out shopping for groceries. He was handsome, and kind enough to ask you to a dinner, even offered to pay. It would be wrong if you said no because you wanted to say yes, so you did. His name was Kento Nanami. “Goodnight, Toji.” With those words, you walked back into the house and shut the door behind you, locking it.

“Mommy, what did daddy want?” You daughter asked, peaking up from behind the couch.

“I’ll tell you two tomorrow, just keep watching your show.” You smiled at the both of them, quickly rushing to your room to try shake off the funny feeling that you had. Why couldn’t he just be upfront with you? Tell you the truth? You wouldn’t mind if you he needed time to himself, but to come out and be secretive about it was a different story. Then, to start arguing with you simply reminded you of the times he and you fought over the stupidest things. Maybe you shouldn’t have gotten so defensive, but you couldn’t help it.

You tried not to dwell on the situation too much, instead thinking about the date you soon had. You got walked over to your closet, skimming through the hanging clothes in search of a perfect dress to wear. Something elegant yet sexy is what you were going for. You didn’t want to wear anything too over the top in fear of scaring him away, but you wanted something that also showed him you weren’t a prude.

Finally, you landed on your favorite black dress, the corners of your mouth forming into a smile as your eyes scanned over the piece of fabric. “Perfect.”

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[wineauntie]

how does single mom handle seeing comments on the internet about her and evie? i feel like she would hide her feelings and ignore them the best she could until she gets to her breaking point

HATE COMMENTS - family is family universe

When you’d been revealed to be dating Quinn, the internet had been brutal. You were eight months into the relationship when the internet caught wind of Quinn’s new romance.

Your Instagram had been flooded with hateful comments, each of them calling you a gold digger, a bad mother, ugly, fat, not good enough to date Quinn.

You were stunned by the amount of hate that flooded every one of your socials, under every picture, in all of your private messages, even under photos of Evie.

That is when you decided to delete majority of your accounts and go private on the remaining.

You tried your best to protect Evie from this hate, even when it was brought up on radio stations and hockey podcasts that you’d turned on.

Quinn was oblivious to how awful the things being said were, as you tried to hide the worst from him. He always spoke about how much he cherished the two of you in interviews, raving about how much he loved Evie and adored being able to raise her with you.

You tried to keep a brave face, but each vile comment pierced your heart. There were nights you stayed up late, scrolling through the endless stream of comments until the screen blurred through your tears.

You didn't want to burden Quinn with the negativity; he had enough on his plate with his career.

But the pressure of pretending everything was fine began to wear on you.

Each snide remark, each insult, each unwarranted attack chipped away at your composure. You found yourself avoiding social gatherings, skipping outings with friends, and declining invitations to events.

The anxiety of facing the world outside your bubble of home grew into an overwhelming panic.

Then came the night of a Canucks family night. The whole team had gathered at a local restaurant to celebrate their victory. You sat in the corner, trying to blend into the background with your eyes locked on Evie who was curled into Quinn’s arms as he chatted away with Petey.

You sat with a small smile as Natalie, J.T. Miller’s wife, approached you.

"Hey, I’ve seen some pretty awful stuff people have been saying online recently," she began cautiously, laying her hand atop of yours. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine," you lied, your facade cracking. You felt your hands begin to tremble and your throat to tighten. You sucked in a breath before forcing a tense smile, that didn’t reach your eyes. "People can be cruel, but I can handle it."

She didn't push further, but her concern lingered around you, as she reassured you that you could text her anytime.

Later in the night, as you watched Quinn with Evie, laughing and enjoying the night, you felt a pang of guilt. He deserved to know what you were going through, but how could you add to his stress?

That night, after putting Evie to bed, you sat on the edge of your shared bed and stared at the wall. The comments replayed in your mind, louder and more vicious than ever. You could hear the whispers of doubt, the echo of every cruel word.

Finally, you broke.

The sobs came in raw and uncontrollable waves, as you clutched a pillow to your chest to muffle the sound so that Evie and Quinn wouldn’t be alerted.

Quinn found you in that position, curled up and shaking, tears staining your cheeks as your shoulders wracked with your sobs. He rushed to your side, pulling you into his arms, where you let your sadness bubble over as you blurted everything to Quinn

"Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered, his voice filled with hurt as he pulled you closer.

You couldn't find the words. All you could do was hold on to him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating as he held you close to his chest and lulled you into sleep.

The next morning, as the first light of the morning filtered through the curtains of your room, Quinn sat beside you on the bed, his hand gently rubbing your back as your eyes blinked open.

"We need to talk about last night," he said softly, his eyes searching yours once you were fully awake. You nodded shyly, your fingers clutching the bed sheets.

"I didn't want to worry you," you eventually admitted. "I thought I could handle it, but it just got so overwhelming."

"You don't have to handle this alone. We're a team, remember?” Quinn took a deep breath, his expression determined. "If something's hurting you, it's hurting me too."

"I'm made a statement last night," He continued carefully causing your eyes to widen while he reached for his phone. "People needed to know that this wasn’t okay."

The last thing you wanted was to cause more drama, but Quinn was right. This had to stop.

You watched as he handed you his phone, Instagram open with his newest post pulled up. It was his favourite picture of the three of you. It had been taken by Ellen when she’d come to visit and consisted of you and Quinn holding Evie’s hands as she walked between you in the park nearby your house.

Your gaze darted down to the caption and tears instantly pricked your eyes.

"I am incredibly fortunate to have an amazing partner, y/n and a wonderful daughter, Evie. Recently, there has been an uptake in hurtful comments and harassment directed at them which have been deeply troubling and completely unacceptable. This has to stop. As a player on the Canucks, I am ashamed to read countless harmful words directed at my family by people who claim to be fans of the team. Words have power. Thank you for your understanding and support."

As you instinctively dove into the comments, you realised the response was immediate and overwhelming. Messages of support and love flooded in, drowning out any lingering hate. Friends, fans, and even teammates rallied around you, offering words of encouragement and love for the three of you.

Throughout the day, Quinn (who had a day off) never left your side, as the three of you curled up on the couch and had a lazy day. He fielded calls and texts, his protective instincts kicking into high gear. Evie, sensing the tension, clung to you both, sprawling between you and Quinn for comfort.

You glanced at Quinn, who had his hand in Evie’s, his face smiling at a joke from the movie and you knew that despite the turmoil, your little family was going to be okay

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[multiverse-menagerie]

Perchance… could I request the bg3 companions with a Tav who has a bleeding heart? They’ll do what they need to do, kill who they need to, etc. but they still are easily tricked by just basic human kindness and often feel guilty for killing folk and whatnot. They’re ridiculously caring towards the party as well, often putting their needs above their own.

Karlach

Karlach gets it. She really does. But she’s been through (literal) Hell and has learned to be a bit more cautious

But she adores how much you love and trust people

I almost see her as someone who would go behind after you to set people straight if they conned you or anything like that

Something about it is so heartwarming ;) to Karlach, watching you take care of everyone - herself included. She wants you to look after her forever while she does the same for you

Shadowheart

almost disgusted by your altruism, in the beginning. She sees no point in it and points it out readily to you

Deep down though, even in the beginning, she likes it and almost envies you for it. She feels bad for speaking down to you especially after she’s had time by your side

Shadowheart enjoys being doted on and care for. She enjoys that you treat your friends like family and that you’re all carving out a little place for y’all

She’ll pout if you’re fussing over someone more than her, though she tries to deny it

Lae’zel

Similarly to Shadowheart, I think at first Lae’zel would find your actions unnecessary and dragging. She’s on a time crunch and knows where she needs to go, and helping all these people isn’t helping y’all

I’m not sure Lae’zel would ever truly warm up to being so willing to lend a helping hand. But I think she would appreciate and commend (and come to respect) you for being able to care so deeply for others (she’s not so certain she’s capable of that magnitude)

Forces you to take care of yourself and won’t hear shit about it; no she didn’t cook this meal just for you to ignore it bc Shadowheart needs to traumadump some more, eat you doofus

Gale

Gale finds it endearing, if a little worrisome. He’s happy to let you fawn over your camp mates but he’s draws the line at being so easily swayed by strangers

He tries to be diplomatic when he’s urging you away from suspicious individuals bc he really doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or make you feel like you need to change, he’s just trying to protect you to his best ability

Gale’s not particularly used to being doted on, but it’s almost…relieving, in a way. Refreshing?

He does work very hard to make sure you’re taken care of as well, cooking good meals and forcing coercing you to bed at a reasonable time

Wyll

heart eyes

Wyll himself sees (or wants to see) the world through rose colored glasses so he’s enamored that you do

He’s also probably one of the only ones to really understand your guilt over killing, even when necessary. He’s happy to talk you through your emotions over it and never hesitates to reassure you that you’re doing the right thing

flusters when your attention turns to him, but doubles it back in repayment to you

Astarion

Astarion seethes at first. He hates your tender-heartedness, hates how kind and soft you are, how loving you are with everyone, it’s just grinds against him

As he sorts through his trauma (and comes to appreciate your care, towards him and your friends at least) he stops whining about it…as much

He will absolutely shut someone down if they’re trying to use, manipulate, or fool you. Astarion only refrains from more…permanent silencing solutions because he knows you wouldn’t like it

He does, however, preen under your attention. True, no-strings-attached care? It takes him a long time to comfortable with it but he cherishes it

Halsin

While he certainly adores your tenderness, he tries to caution you over being too willing to blindly believe someone

Halsin is happy to comfort you through any remorse or guilt of course, but is quick to remind you that this is simply the way the world works

Watching you take care of your little band of misfits makes him melt. You care for them and then he cares for you when you come to him at the end of the day

Halsin would carry your burdens for you if he could, instead he’ll travel by your side and help you help others (while giving you looks that make you swoon let’s be real)

#astarion x reader #wyll x reader #halsin x reader #gale x reader #shadowheart x reader #karlach x reader #lae’zel x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader

[artyandink]

𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙳 | bartender!dean winchester

Summary: Dean Winchester needs a job after his little brother left for Stanford, and he’s good at mixing drinks. You happen to work at Harvelle’s Roadhouse, which is the place he chose to work at. He finds a family. He finds a new life. But he also finds you. But you have problems of your own.

A/N - My first reader series, do make sure to comment and/or reblog feedback. Set with S1/2 Dean cause I love our baby boy 😁 and pretend group chats exist on old phones lol

A/N 2 - Chapter’s kinda short, sorry guys 😬 I’ve been ill nonstop, and that sapped my creative juice

Warnings: Blood, gore, alcohol, chaotic group chat, angst, some fluff, Charlie being Charlie, mentions of abuse, Benny isn’t a vampire, Ruby and Meg aren’t demons, everyone got an out from hunting and the Apocalypse, Azazel doesn’t come after the Winchesters

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three - french 75

You and Dean were working the bar the following Tuesday with Bela and Benny, a surprisingly chaotic duo while, as usual, the rest of the gang lived it up in a booth nearby.

After the Roadhouse closed up, all of you agreed on what you knew would be a chaotic night of strip poker, almost guaranteed highlights being Ruby’s victory gorilla grunt, Jo throwing her cards down when she lost and Bela’s painfully obvious ‘poker face’ which consisted of her smirk that was strained with poorly restrained giggles.

It was tradition, really.

“Is this place looking for vacancies?” There was a redhead at the bar, her locks cropped to her chin and she sported an eager expression. “If not, that’s ok. I need a way to make some extra cash.”

“And you are?” You asked with a broad smile, pouring a glass of whiskey for a patron.

“Charlie. Bradbury.” She replied with an equally as wide smile. You already took to her well; she seemed like another lost soul who needed a family, but someone you could easily warm up to.

“Ok, Charlie Bradbury. Behind the counter.” You let her in, starting to show her the way in, out, up, down and around the drinks lined behind the counter, showing her the baseball bat in case she needed to ever, y’know, start swinging.

Charlie seemed like a go-getter, already prepared to start flipping bottles and mixing the drinks like nobody’s business.

“This place is cool.” She grinned widely, and you gave her a warm smile and pat on the back as you handed her over to Benny, who took the reins while you and Dean dissolved back into giggles.

Dean nudged you, nodding to Ellen, who looked a lot happier than usual. “Y’know, I think we did Ellen and ol’ boy Bobby a solid. They both seem more like cheery old souls rather than just… old souls.”

“Jo said she actually saw Ellen blushing. Blushing.” You nudged him back. “We play good matchmakers, no?”

“Damn right. We just have to choose our next victims.”

You and Benny were clearing up the bar after closing, the low rumble of your chatter being the only available ambience. The door opened, and without looking up, you and Benny said the exact same thing.

“We’re closed.” You both chorused, but an exhilarated gasp came from whoever walked in, and as your heads looked up, both of your veins turned to straight ice. A woman with flowing, perfectly coiffed brown hair, creamy olive skin and doe eyes was standing there, dressed in white with a longing expression.

You and Benny shared a look, instantly standing closer to one another as you swallowed thickly on a dry throat, the feeling stinging and scratchy. “Andrea.” You whispered, setting the broom against a table while Benny’s eyes misted over with nostalgia and barely restrained heartbreak.

Andrea Kormos. Benny’s ex girlfriend.

“Dre.” Benny breathed, his hand gripping your forearm protectively, putting himself in front of you while your hand discreetly reached for underneath the counter for the concealed weapon, holding off a panic attack as the sight of Andrea brought back unwanted memories. “What are you doing here?”

“My love.” She took a step forward, making Benny fully shield you with his body. “I’ve searched for so long.”

“Why are you here?”

“To bring you back.” Andrea insisted, tilting her head and gazing at Benny as if she was obsessed. “Our family misses you. My father misses you.”

“Tell him to go to hell.” Benny growled, your hand closing around the weapon amid rasping breaths that got shorter each time, heart pounding in your parched throat. Your thoughts drifted to the scars on your neck, the ones that you desperately hid with a good coverage foundation.

Blood draining out of you, your limbs going limp as the thick fluid dropped onto the floor, hungry tongues licking up every inch…

That didn’t help in the slightest.

“I have to bring you in by force if necessary.” She announced, her head held high. “You knew what you got into once you came to our house.”

“I didn’t.” Benny shook his head determinedly. “You said you were just taking me to meet your father. And I find this poor thing in a side room!” His finger pointing at you, blind fury on his face. “I didn’t know what the hell I was getting into.”

“Force it is.” She muttered before teeth, sharp, hooked teeth emerged as she snarled and charged for Benny. Amid gasping breaths, a pounding head and constricted lungs, you yanked a machete out of its holster and swung your dominant arm.

Andrea’s head made a dull thud as it hit the floor, even more so when her body did the same, and before you could collapse against the counter and start sobbing until your voice went hoarse you were drawn into Benny’s arms as he patted your hair, chin on your head as he shushed you. “You’re safe, sweet.” He murmured in a strained voice, torn because who he once thought his love was now lying on the floor.

A piece of his heart might have gone with her.

“Listen to my heartbeat, angel.” He told you, and the thump of his heartbeat filled your ear as you desperately timed your rasping breath with the steady rise and fall of his chest. “Attagirl. Doing so well, sister. I promised you they’d never hurt you again. Didn’t I? And you handled yourself so well. So damn well.”

Inhale.

Exhale.

You repeated that pattern until your head cleared, and you gave Benny a thank you squeeze. He held you for a few more moments before wordlessly sitting you down, getting you a tall, cool glass of water.

Normally, you’d find pin drop silence uncomfortable.

Now you welcomed the change.

The icy liquid seemed to calm your nerves as you gulped it down, Benny’s calloused hand smoothing your hair back an anchor made of the strongest material your brain could think up when it wasn’t all muddled up.

Your lungs gradually releasing the grip it had on your oxygen supply.

“You sit there, sweet.” Benny murmured with a kiss to your crown. “I’ll clear all this up. Like it never happened.”

Your parents had a baby before they were turned into vampires. That baby was you, but they decided to do something else with you.

They made you a lure.

Raised you to coax people into being fed on, and when crop yield was low, you were their supply. That was until Benny got lured into the nest by Andrea, found you and fought like hell to get you both out.

You both stumbled into the Roadhouse, covered in dust, grime and blood, but found a home for life.

You owed your life to Benny, but he insisted that he did the bare minimum and refused any attempt where you tried to repay your internalised debt, and through that you both found an older brother and younger sister figure to rely on.

But only the gang sans Dean and Charlie knew. You’d rather Dean not know where you really came from. He was too innocent for that.

You thought of him, with his million dollar grin, billion dollar flashing eyes and trillion dollar words. If you had to put a tag for his worth on him, he’d be, well, priceless.

A gentleman towards you, a grade A flirt (which you didn’t mind as he lobbed compliment after compliment your way) and he looked at you like you were the only girl in the room. And he never failed to make your heart flutter when he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear when you were working and it obstructed your vision.

You didn’t know why he’d suddenly reach out to take whatever task you were doing and do it himself. All you knew was that it was only a matter of a few weeks and you were already down bad.

Down bad for Dean Goddamn Winchester.

No. No, you couldn’t be. He was too good for you. Even if all those thoughts flew out of your head the moment he called you ‘sweetheart’.

Sweetheart. You hated that name but loved it at the same time. You hated it because it dragged you deeper into the rabbit hole that was Dean and you knew there was no way out. You loved it because the feeling was like a gulp of whiskey after months of not touching it.

Intoxicating.

bDe: who’s managing shift this weekend

charlie weasley: I am!!!

ScarJo: I’m free to manage shift

Queen B: That’s good, cause me, Ruby, Meg are going on a girls trip

You: Where’s my invite hmmmmm

Ruby-gina George: Fine, you can come

You: YAY

Megolodon: There’s gonna be lots of booze

ScarJo: Kind of regret taking shift now

Ben Dover: Too late, darling, you’re stuck behind the counter

ScarJo: I hate you

You: LET’S GET DRUNK

Queen B: THAT’S THE SPIRIT

Casanova: I’m guessing that you’ll need someone to pick you up.

Megolodon: That’s right, Cassie baby

Casanova: I’ll wait for your call, then.

bDe: a gentleman at his finest, yall

Ruby wondered whether she was ill or something. On a grocery run, she found herself tempted to buy women’s swimsuit magazines because the ladies looked pretty. And another day, she found her heart practically somersaulting when she saw Meg’s lips close around a straw as she drank a vodka and soda.

Goddamn.

Now, Charlie was a newbie, but she’d been open about how she was, y’know, batting for the other team. She liked girls. And that meant that Ruby could ask her for advice. And Jo, because Jo was the classic glue of the group and somehow had advice for every damn thing under the sun.

“Jo.” Ruby sat down in front of Jo, who was in animated conversation with Charlie. They both turned to her in surprise and identical raised eyebrows. “And you, Charlie. I need advice.”

Maybe Charlie could help. After all, she was an expert in the field Ruby needed advice on. This was an extremely unfamiliar topic, even though she’d grown up in a family full of suspiciously close women.

Oh, god, this was nerve wracking.

Jo looked concerned, but nodded, and Charlie did the same. “Sure, go ahead.” Jo gestured for Ruby to continue, while Charlie sat eagerly forward in her seat, waiting for Ruby to speak.

“Ok.” She took a deep breath, her eyes briefly flicking to Meg. “What if… what if I…”

“Liked girls?” Charlie finished the sentence with a wide grin. “Don’t worry, takes one to know one. Clocked you the moment I saw you.”

“Gee, thanks.” Ruby drawled, but Jo covered her hand reassuringly.

“We are really proud of you.” She grinned. “No joke there.”

In the meantime, Dean had ducked out to take a call. You saw him through the window, a frown on that gorgeous face. Then it morphed to a rather docile one as he mouthed ‘sorry, sir’, which got you thinking. Who the hell was he talking to?

“I don’t wanna come back, sir.” Dean muttered dejectedly, but heard John’s voice on the other end of the line.

‘Ain’t your choice to make, son. You’re gonna come back and keep hunting. With your brother gone-’

“Sammy’s out. I should get one too.”

‘You’re a born hunter. You’ll stay that way.’ John’s voice half inclined Dean to drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

Hell, he itched to, with how messed up and crappy he was, he ached to.

Then he saw you come out of the bar, brow furrowed in the sudden sunlight. His new home. The one he felt tentative, but safe in. Not like everything was an urge he needed to fight. With you, he just gave in.

And so he gave an exhilarated smile, cut the call and acted as if everything was ok.

Because it was.

You were around.

Sam was nervous. He was at a restaurant with Jessica, wearing his best suit and adjusting his tie, while she looked stunning, in a blue, floor-length dress that brought out her eyes and her beautiful features. The warm lights flickered in the ambience while Sam ordered a round of champagne just as Jess came back from the bathroom, quickly slipping something to the waiter.

“This is a very rare date night.” Jess quipped, her manicured hands (she went for an emergency nail appointment) resting over one another as she gave Sam a knowing look.

He gave her a light scoff and a defensive look. “Hey, hey, I take you on dates all the time-”

“I’m kidding!” She giggled, waving him off before resting her head on her palm. “This is just fancier than usual. It’s a change from our coffee dates. Don’t get me wrong, I love those too, it just makes me think there’s a special occasion.”

That was his cue.

He signalled to the waiters, who brought out Jess’ favourite champagne. She delicately sipped as they talked, of Stanford, how Sam was doing and their chosen courses.

When a small metal thing hit her lips.

She gasped softly as she took it out, seeing a shiny diamond ring and then Sam on one knee, taking her hand and kissing the knuckle.

“Jessica Elizabeth Moore, will you marry me?”

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☆ commission: vampire!au taeyong note: suggestive themes, slightly violent imagery, general angst but you know.....'tis vampires

metal scrapes against the lacquered floor of the great hall you're standing in

an imposing door on your right that's covered in ornate detailing and that looks to be hemmed with prayers of an ancient language inscribed in gold opens slightly

just enough for the village elder that brought you here to scurry through

in his haste to leave, he doesn't turn around to bid you goodbye and somehow - if only for a fleeting moment - the terror in you burst into a flame of disgust

what a coward. you've been serving this horror all your life, yet when you have to face it - you run away like a rat.

the door screeches again to close and breaks your momentary relief from the churning in your stomach

of all people, why me? why am i the sacrifice?

the stiff, old lace of the outfit you were forced to wear doesn't lessen your panic

neither does the book of worship, the only item you were allowed to bring with you, clutched between your palms

in an effort to not faint on the spot, you shut your eyes as you wait

recall the look of solemn on your friends faces when your fate was revealed on the night of the taking

the moments before the elder came to fetch you, your hands touching the blades of sweetgrass outside of your family's home

"it's a privilege, it's an honor, you're making us so proud."

"you're not a sacrifice, you're a hero."

"the bite isn't nearly as painful as you think."

the words rattle around in your head, making you shiver with a mixture of dread and anger

"i don't want to die."

you say it out loud, albeit in a whisper, eyes still shut tight

"i won't kill you."

you snap them open at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and look over your shoulder, ignoring the command you'd received when you'd been positioned here by the elder. don't move.

standing at the back of the hall is one, lone figure

flickering in the candlelight is its dark red gaze

the dark red gaze of a vampire

+

your homeland has always worshiped the mysterious power of the vampire

the first humans to stumble upon the land had been saved by the vampire coven that already lived there

instead of sucking the humans all dry, they'd provided them with supplies and livestock that they'd been using to feed themselves

it had come as such a shock to the humans - and they'd only thought of one way to show their gratitude

pick the loveliest from the group and give them away to the vampires, the vampires had accepted and the story (as it is passed down) ends there

of course, the majority of village folk agree that the only plausible thing the vampires did with that human was.......well.......

since they never did see that person again, but still

the idea that one sacrifice ensures the health and well being of the mass - it was kind of your villages whole thing

so when the year of taking approached and there were only a handful of people who fit the description for this sacrifice

you were voted as the most eligible to, in an essence, become vampire food

the last taking you remembered had happened roughly seven years before yours.

you'd watched the girl the village picked that year burst into tears as she was hauled away with the hums of the same empty praises you had received

but even to someone so young as yourself, she had looked terrified, had pleaded for someone else to be chosen, had cried out that she'd rather die here with her family and then be given away than to have to live through the horror that awaited

the sound of her pain had been the only thing you could hear for hours after your name had been called out as this years sacrifice

or, 'the offering', as it had been colloquially put by the elder

the memory of that sound starts to rise up again as you find yourself stuck staring into a crimson abyss that doesn't blink or move or falter

from a distance, the vampire almost seems to be a shadow

a pupilless shadow with two open wounds for eyes

"i won't kill you."

it repeats and disappears before you can take in your next breath

+

you don't know how many hours pass, the windows are shuttered closed here so your sense of time is thrown off.

but at some point your back starts to cramp and you keep shifting the book in your hands to get comfortable

"i don't think it's going to come back, is it?"

you mumble to yourself and then test the waters by leaning down to place the book at your feet

nothing in the large ballroom moves. not even a gust of wind.

so you take your first step, toward the door you saw the vampire at earlier and when nothing happens again, you let out a sigh and venture forward with purpose

the house, or prison, you're in is huge - when you get through the first door there is another ballroom behind it, which you traverse through, only to find yourself in a dinning hall that looks as if it hasn't been used in ages

a small door at the corner leads you into the kitchen which is motionless and void of any presences

and that's how you continue your way through this maze, stumbling up to the second floor and down a hallway to a long corridor of silence

the paintings almost seem to watch you as you walk quietly through - and then at the end of the hall - a door opens and you freeze

"that will be your quarters."

a voice, close but echoing sways against your ear and you turn to try and catch the person it came from

for almost a second you can feel a coldness wrap around that side of your body, but as fast as it is there, as fast as it is gone

and you're left alone, red eyes from the portraits on the walls judging you to keep going

+

the quarters is a lavishly large bedroom with antiquated but beautiful bedding and furniture

it's extravagant, something you remember seeing only in fairytales, and when you open the wardrobe door an array of beautiful colors and clothes greet you

"why would a vampire need these things?"

your eyebrows furrow and you feel strangely unafraid standing there alone, feet against the plush of the carpet, skin itching to get out of the ugly outfit you're in

slowly, as you tug out something you like from the endless piles of fabric, you realize that your sick and twisted dread has churned into a new feeling

curiosity

shouldn't i be dead by now? shouldn't that creature have had his fill? aren't i the first 'offering' in nearly seven years - isn't it hungry?

your thoughts are loud and clashing, but they don't beat the underlying other feeling that bubbles its way to the surface

your stomach growls

now i'm the one that's hungry

you remember the kitchen downstairs and debate the idea of going to see if there's any food in there

but you cringe at the sudden thought that the only food in a vampire's den would be ........... people

so opening random drawers and cabinets down there might lead you to make a grizzly discovery

so you sit down on the oversized duvet, nearly sinking into the rich softness

"is it going to starve me to death?"

you lay back to stare up at the canopy

"is it going to wait for me to fall asleep and bite me then?"

you touch your neck and it feels warm, alive, your pulse connecting to the skin of your palm

"will it ......... like how i taste?"

something scratches down the side of the door and you quickly turn to see what it could be

but the door is open, the corridor behind it empty

the sound had made you think something or someone had been gripping the frame - then clawing into it as you spoke - somehow, beyond the understanding of your own mind, you could almost see the outline of where they ...... or it ... had been hiding

+

you fall asleep that night with an empty stomach

you had tried to stay awake, but all the built up tension had exhausted you and once you'd laid back down again you couldn't find it in you to get back up

but to your surprise, when you wake up you can smell something downstairs

you can smell the scent of food, some kind of seasoning

there's no one in the kitchen when you get there, and there's no one in the dinning room when you enter it

but a lone plate with neatly accompanying silverware gleam at you

"eat."

the voice comes again and you manage to find the corner of the door, not the face of the voice, only the end of a coat or jacket of some sort that follows its owner too fast for you to comprehend

you run to the entrance, pushing yourself through it and trying to look down the hall but .... they're gone

the house doesn't move, the plate and cutlery don't move, the assortment of food you can choose from doesn't move

and for a long time, you don't either

after eating, you clean up, unsure of what to do with the leftovers

you try to look around the kitchen for extra trays or napkins to wrap them in, but when you return to the dinning room the extra is gone

just another mystery, followed one after the other

you decide to walk down the hall you'd seen the figure disappear down earlier and find yourself back in the adjoining ballrooms

you go through new doors in an attempt to keep yourself busy

and are thrilled to walk through one and find that it has an uncovered window

the light outside makes you think it must be a little bit before noon and as you lean against the panel, it creaks a bit and then opens

the fresh air hits you softly - but you blink back confusion

an open window? isn't this place supposed to be ...... unescapable?

you push the window slightly, if only to test how far it will go, but it gives way and the side completely opens with a big enough gap that you could fit threw with ease

you have half an idea to just put your legs through and jump the small distance into the soft looking grass below when you stop

where am i going to go? the village will never take me back. the closest place to travel to next is by sea, and i have nothing of value to my name.

your back straightens a bit and the overwhelming feeling of joy at the possibility of returning to your normal life chips away

won't my parents be glad i'm back - my friends i can just-

you remember the praise, the words of encouragement and the palatable belief everyone you know had had about you being the offering

there was no way you going back to your village would result in anything other than disappointment, disgust, and ....... the reality of being hauled back here

"the one before tried that too."

the voice - tenderly soft speaks - and you don't turn around because you know if you do, it'll just disappear again

"you mean the offering before me? the one from seven years ago?"

"that's what you're called, an offering?"

something in your chest tightens, the first signs of anxiety - of fear

"that's - i have a name. but that's what we're called when we're chosen to come here."

a pause

"do you want to escape?"

"yes"

a longer pause, but you think you hear a small stifled laugh - or maybe just the act of pushing air out of ones lungs

"the other one wanted to do that too. she ..... she took a painting with her, i'm assuming that's how she made some money for sea travel fare. you can do that too if you'd like."

two steps closer, but then one back. you hear something move around the room.

"i'll leave the most valuable item in this room right here. it'll get you enough money to help you start a new-"

you turn around in the middle of the sentence and it's the first time you see it up close

slender, lithe and perfectly put together - the young man doesn't look anything like the monster you'd always conjured up in your mind

his hair is pale white, nearly silver, and curls long and down around his ears

an array of gold and ruby jewelry adorn his neck, the length of his fingers, and hang in meticulously placed fashion on his ears

and his eyes - large, outlined by naturally long lashes - shine to match the stones of his accessories

he's so gorgeous you almost fall back and through the open window behind you

at his feet is a vase, the item he'd mentioned before, and when you make the mistake of blinking

it topples over and rolls to you

as the vampire vanishes into what seems like thin air

+

days pass

you now know because you spend most of your time by the open window with a book from the library deep inside the house

they pass and you don't know why, but you do not leave

food waits for you three times a day, soap and other fragrances appear on the vanity in your quarters, there are even sometimes flowers in the vase near your preferred window

but the vampire doesn't show himself again

nothing makes sense to you - why you're still here and why the vampire hasn't bitten you yet

you tell yourself you don't leave because you have nowhere to go, but the reality is that you can leave whenever you want

the antiques and collectables scattered all around you are simply beckoning you to take them and do with them as you will

the vampire doesn't make himself an obstacle in your way

at one point, the other shuttered windows are opened too

and it's as if the master of this place is asking, begging you to leave

and you dig down deep in yourself to understand why it is that you refuse

"if you show yourself to me again, i'll leave."

you say it one day - into the mirror that hangs on the wall in your quarters

and after two beats you look at your reflection and only see yourself but you hear him

"the mirror can't show you my likeness, you'll have to turn around."

you do so with only a slight hesitation, and not because of fear like you should, but out of embarrassment

the way you might falter in the presence of ones crush

the vampire is at a respectable distance, but close

"why haven't you left?"

"i wanted to see you again, i have so many questions."

his shoulders are broad, but he looks so elegant and beautiful, you almost find it hard to speak

"what are your - you may ask them."

"your name?"

he puts one of his hands over the wrist of his other

"taeyong."

"how long have you lived here?"

"a long time."

"why didn't you bite me? did you....bite the other offerings?"

he tenses and you see him grip himself before he speaks

"only one, not the last one. i bit one ..... nearly four decades ago."

"so why haven't you bitten me?"

he looks at you this time and you think it isn't fair, that the color of blood could look so gorgeous as it swirls in the irises of another

"you're scared."

"no i'm not."

he looks to the side, as if the next thing he says might offend you

"yes, you are. i can smell it on you."

heat creeps up your neck and to your cheeks

"w-what does it smell like? is it bad?"

he shakes his head slowly

"it's overwhelming. it's -" he swallows and it seems to go down hard because the last word is breathless "delicious."

something shifts around taeyong

the gentle, nearly skittish nature stagnates until he turns just....cold

"if - if you want to, you can-"

you start, but taeyong lets himself go to put one hand up, you aren't sure but you think it looks like he might be trembling

"no. you should leave, now. take anything you need and. go."

you don't reach out, mostly because a part of you knows your hand would just grab air after he's gone

alone in the room - you're stuck staring at the same spot until you come to a decision

"i'm not going anywhere."

it's small - your body doesn't seem to trust your voice as it comes out - but you mean it

+

more time passes, nothing changes, you're taken care of by the ghost of taeyong as he moves around you without being seen

and you try to wake up every morning without more questions - but they keep growing the longer you stay in the house

was the last offering he bit not afraid? had he killed them? what had their blood tasted like? was their blood.......their smell.........was all of them.......more enticing than you?

you touch the spine of a book in the library and drag your finger down it, lost in thought

slowly you repeat the motion, sliding up and down

before your nails gently tap against it and you tug it down from the shelf, two fingers snagging in-between the pages

a gasp, or a strangled attempt to swallow echoes through the silence, and you turn your head on instinct

but you're alone

is......taeyong watching me?

is your first thought, but that's obvious. of course he's watching - but is he always watching?

"taeyong?"

his name sounds so regal when you say it out loud, like a word that is holy and shouldn't be used thoughtlessly

"are you there?"

there is no reply and your shoulders sag slightly, you tuck your book under your arm and retreat back to your favorite window

trying to read, your mind clutters itself again

if he hasn't been biting or killing the offerings - have they all just been running away? has he just been letting them go? what has he been ...... feeding on then? animals?

you turn the page, not registering a single sentence

should i just do the same? he's right.......i am scared. i don't want him to bite me.....i don't want him to kill me.

closing your eyes, you abandon your reading all together

you imagine taeyong, mouth open and hovering over the line of your neck, shining white fangs stained at their tips with red as your chest heaves and you try to reach up for the open wound that feels stinging and real on your throat

taeyong pins your wrist down and you feel him bite you again - the sharp ends of his teeth locking into your jugular like an animal

something like fear blankets over you, or at least the imaginary you in your mind, but it's different

taeyong's other hand finds the small of your back and presses you up and into his chest. you feel the cool metal of his rings against your naked back.

and you.......feel........

your eyes snap open and the book falls from your lap as you sit up

it's not fear, the coil inside of you - the overstimulating sensation of tension - no it wasn't fear - it was something else entirely

+

you start to think about it everyday, you start to think about taeyong biting you

and you realize the peak of your terror is at the actual biting - at the shortness of your breathing and the moment where you feel the life draining out of you

but the rest of it, the rest of it is nothing like fear.....it's exhilarating and it makes the back of your neck sweat and when you open your eyes you feel exposed

like someone else knows what it is, like you aren't alone in your thoughts

and then, as you're eating an apple for your dinner dessert, you bite down into it and freeze

"taeyong."

you call his name when you get back upstairs, you stand in front of your mirror like the last time and repeat his name again.

"taeyong, i know how to stop being afraid."

a rustle by the door catches your attention, as if someone is stepping onto the carpet from the hallway outside

"i can still smell the fear on you."

your stomach fills with warmth from the familiarity of hearing his voice again

but you don't turn around right away this time, fearing the doubt in his words

"i know, but i think it'll go away if i do this."

"do what?"

you slowly move, so that it doesn't come as a shock and he doesn't run away

when you see him, he's dressed just as beautifully as ever - his hair pinned out of his face and the collar of his shirt open, baring the expanse of his chest

so clean and untouched

"let me bite you first."

taeyong startles backwards, putting his weight onto the back of his left heel as his gaze widens

"what?"

"i just need to do it. i just need to know that it won't kill me."

"i always said i wouldn't- why do you want to stop being afraid of it anyway?"

he hardens when you open your mouth but no real reason comes out

"you should just go, leave like you said you would. why are you wasting your time here trying to - to overcome the fear you have of a monster? i am a monster. you should be afraid."

"how are you a monster? did you kill all the offerings that came before me?"

taeyong angles himself a bit away from you, a defense stance if you've ever seen one

"no - but that doesn't mean i'm not......."

"my village worships you, don't you understand that? they worship you with the idea that you do kill every person who gets sent up here. they worship you with the knowledge that you may have this house strung up with human bodies, do you know what they would do if they found out you do none of that? that would make you a monster to them - because instead of assuming their sacrifices were appeasing you and blessing their village - they'd know that all you did was let young and capable humans run off to a better life."

your words are harsher than you expect as they come out of you - but it's all the truth - it's all you've been able to think about

how the family and friends who sent you here were so happy you'd die with their fruitful futures in mind

but in reality you'd just come to a bigger house to live a life of leisure

"you're not a monster to me, you're just a ....... generous person living alone in a house full of treasures. i may have overstayed my welcome, i know the others ran off, but i can't do that. i need to at least - at least give you something in return."

taeyong's gaze falters, the red goes almost sangria and then flares back into a blazing crimson

"will it.........will it appease you, will you leave if i let you do this?"

you nod slowly, "if you want me to do that, yes. and i won't tell anyone anything. i'll just....do what the others did."

taeyong wets his lips and fixes his posture, without a word he walks over to your bed and sits down

you take the tentative steps closer and stop when you're only one more away from him

he looks at you and tilts his head to the side, bares his neck out like prey

you don't know how to feel - your heartbeat rattles in your ribcage and you stare at the patch of skin

"why did you bite the offering from forty years ago?"

you ask before you do anything else

he smiles gently, but you barely see it as his hair falls over his cheek and eyes

"she wasn't afraid when she came here. at all. she asked me to bite her right away."

"and you - you just did?"

"i had to. she smelled-"

"delicious?"

he heaves out a sound that seems to be a sigh mixed with a chuckle

"prideful. she thought she was going to die for her village, but when i bit her - the blood was sickly, i think she knew she was dying and didn't tell anyone. let herself get sent here with some sense of duty."

you take the final step, leaning in toward him as taeyong shifts slightly so that you can reach him more easily

"did she run off after too?"

"y-" he starts but then you bite down - the same way you had bitten the apple - and taeyong's teeth grit together

there's no taste, you can't smell anything either, and his skin is cold

you don't draw blood, obviously, but when you lean back the imprint of your teeth is on him

right above the gold of one of his necklaces

somehow it looks.........wrong, but it makes your body twitch in a way that can't be anything other than right

sitting down beside him you tilt your neck up too

"your turn."

+

taeyong takes in the expanse of your neck, the way it dips into your shoulder, the way it connects under your jawline

he spends too much time staring and it starts to hurt so you look at him with worry

"do i still smell scared?"

"no."

you blink, "oh - do - does it smell bad now that it's gone?"

taeyong takes a breath in through his nose and you don't understand his hesitation

"you smell like......" he moves his head back and forth like an animal "desire."

your mouth drops slightly and you want to say something to lessen your embarrassment but you can't

at least, you can't argue - you've come to understand that when thinking of taeyong doing this, all you could feel after the first droplets of your fear was exactly that - desire

a polarizing need for taeyong to keep going, he wasn't going to kill you with his bite, but you wanted him to keep doing just that. biting. kissing. licking. whatever - just so he would be near.

"does - does desire - is it more -"

he smiles for the first time, to the full extent and you notice a small indent of a scar near one of his temples

then you see his teeth

gorgeous, marble white - the canines sharp and neat

you think of the imprint you'd left and shudder when you imagine the mark he'll be capable of

"yes, it's the best taste in the world for me."

is what he says and then you feel his cold palm against your cheek, guiding you up and toward his mouth

instead of biting you, taeyong kisses you - tongue sliding against the seal of your lips and just as you open up to kiss him back

he drops his mouth down to your jaw, then to the tender flesh of your neck

and he bites you - he sinks his teeth in deep - and it hurts

you jerk against it involuntarily, and you feel taeyong start to retreat, but instead of him stopping you - you stop him from leaving

you ground him with your hand on his chest, tugging the front of his shirt as if to stay - "stay. don't move. keep biting me."

and he obliges

he doesn't just bite you once, but twice, and then a third time too

each one isn't anywhere near your major veins, and each hurts, but at it also feels good and you moan taeyongs name as his grip on you gets just slightly more desperate

it takes a lot of will power for him to not ask you to tug down your collar and let him bite a trail down to your hips, he thinks for the first time that would be just uncouth

and so he pulls away and his mouth is stained, red and glistening, his eyes flickering to the brightest you've ever seen them

his beauty is somehow amplified by the utter look of sated hunger and you lunge your arms toward him

wrapping around his neck and pulling him down into the unfinished kiss he started this with

when you unlock from each other, taeyong tries to say something but it comes out broken and breathless

but you understand what you have to of it

"no, i'm not leaving. i'm not running away. i think this time you're just going to have to accept the offering."

#ah yes. i start worldbuilding a freaky town where vampires are treated like g*ds but then i remember - time to kiss taeyong #nct au #nct 127 au #taeyong au #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #taeyong scenarios #taeyong/ #vampire au #blood mention/ #violence/ #the usual tags for vampires you know

[britcision]

I NEED Ryoko Kui to give me some kind of work schedule for the Canaries

I know they’re not important but I NEED to understand what the fuck is going on

Fleki has enough free time to get high (not large requirement)

Otta apparently has enough free time and access to civilians to date??? (Higher time requirement)

Milsiril is KNOWN for adopting babies from short lived races, but she Was Not Retired Until She Got Kabru (HUGE time requirement)

So either Kabru was the first (she’s not had him all that long, 16 years is real fast for an elf to get a rep AND the criminals who knew her before she acquired Kabru talk about it like this is just a known thing - which is all the Canary criminals, only Helki keeps socialising with the Canaries after they retire, Milsiril explicitly does not go with them in Rin’s comic)

Or she was adopting kids in between missions? Did she bring them home after a dungeon, or was there enough downtime to locate and adopt kids?

Cuz sure, she likely wasn’t personally seeing to their every need to the same extent she was after retiring, but you’ve still gotta find an applicable kid, and surely she’d want to spend time with them, or she could just divert some family funds to an orphanage; her home away from the city post retirement woulda worked

So how often did she see them? How long was her leave, did it get longer as she got promoted? Some recovery time between missions makes sense, it’s a physically demanding job, but was it an elf’s short break (years) or ours (weeks/months)?

(How many kids did she have while she had Kabru?? She said she had too many so she couldn’t take Rin, how many is that??)

The elves don’t know what “hurry” looks like and consider 2-3 years getting back to you soon but also they were so desperate for people after Utaya that a fucking DUNGEON LORD was immediately elevated to captain and given a squad as soon as he was fit to fight

(Do they now have less time between missions? Trying to use less squads to cover the same ground?)

So like. How many squads are there? How many dungeons are there? How much downtime do they have between dungeons?

They all have Elf Twink Disease, they can’t be putting on the amount of weight everyone else is going for between dungeon dives to counter the risk of needing revival

(Which btw is not great for your health, rapidly gaining OR LOSING a large amount of weight all at once is dangerous on its own)

(I doubt a single Canary is actually at a healthy weight while serving they die and get revived all the time, but Milsiril never died once or put on any weight after retiring, and the few civilian elves we see are roughly the same size

We do know what emaciated looks like on an elf from Mithrun’s recovery (and tbh I reckon Fleki’s close, most common casualty if they really do kill her and pop her back every time her familiar dies cuz she doesn’t pull out) )

We know Pattadol’s first mission was the Island’s dungeon, but she was with the squad long enough for Cithis to ask Mithrun to break her

So how long was that? How many other wardens did Mithrun get killed? And how long was Cithis with them, if Pattadol was the first warden to annoy Cithis enough into telling Mithrun to hurt her?

I just. I need timelines. For Reasons.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi spoilers #delicious in dungeon spoilers #dungeon meshi meta #the canaries #canaries dungeon meshi #do they get vacation????? #how does it WORK???

[eastwindmlk]

A @jilymicrofics for the prompt Retire, Jan 14th

Word count: 838

It was strange, after more than half a century, to be cleaning up her office for the final time. To carefully wrap her trusty tea set in yesterday’s Prophet, sift through the boxes of paperwork in search of what to archive, what to keep and what to finally bin. 

As she sorted through an assortment of old assignments and Christmas cards from a bygone age, Minerva finds herself reminiscing. Once familiar faces and voices curled from the depths of her mind, a fond smile on her face. 

The corners of her lips trembled like her aged hands when her fingers brushed along a script that gave her pause. Because even after all these years, all these hundreds of students, she could still tell whose penmanship this was. 

The large letters crammed onto the parchment, like he knew he was going to run out of space for his sweeping t’s and large loops. The words slanting upwards as if wanting to escape from the paper. 

She did not doubt that, at the time, that was precisely what he’d had on his mind, while stuck doing a detention assignment for her. It was supposed to be an essay, but in true James Potter fashion, he’d ignored the explicit instruction and instead composed a letter. 

Dearest Minerva, 

As we sit across from each other in your office, a pot of lapsang souchong between us, I am aware you are pretending to be cross with me. For the sake of posterity, I will pretend with you. Though we both know that they deserved every miserable second. 

In the future, however, I will strive for a more creative solution. Even if I think turning their belts into snakes was quite a nifty piece of transfiguration. I will let you be the judge of that. Being the expert and all that. 

Speaking of the future, I am supposed to write an essay about where I see myself next year. Which I could have answered effortlessly a fortnight ago. But things changed. Every paper is full of it now. And I refuse to sit idle just because I happened to have been born into a family that fits into their narrow view of our world. 

One year from now, I will be as restless as ever. Using the privilege that comes with my name to help those who cannot help themselves. However, unlike before, I will not humour myself with the delusion that this can be achieved by mere words. 

I will gladly put my wand with my conviction and face whatever is in store beyond the safety of these walls. Together with my friends, we will make a difference. 

My friends and I are talking about getting a place together, somewhere nice and lively. We were hoping to travel, see some of the world. Those plans are on hold, at least for now. Though none of us will say it aloud, we hope that the four of us will be around for it.

So, we spend evenings talking about this trip, imagining places to go and things to do in the hopes that the four of us will get to go.

Hopefully, I will be dating Lily Evans. (Please don’t tell her I said that.) I think she is finally coming round to me. She no longer glares in my direction, though I can still feel her eyes on me sometimes.

Maybe I am crazy, but I can tell it is her just from the way it feels. Her watching me is special somehow. Often I itch to turn to her, to catch her looking. To catch a glimpse of her smile or her fluster. Just the fraction of a moment where I can believe she might actually feel the same way. 

Or maybe not the same way. I would not wish this complete and utter agony on her. If she does come to fall for me, I hope she falls softer. I hope that I am not too blind to see and catch her before the rough landing. 

That is only if I will ever be lucky enough to be enough for her. To have grown into a person, she can depend on rather than the childish prick (I am so sorry, did not mean to curse.) I used to be. 

I am afraid I am running out of space. I could fill several more rolls of parchment (Which is not me asking for more) with hopes and wishes for the year ahead. Some more achievable (Pass my N.E.W.T. s) and some more hopeful (Snog Lily Evans. Again, please don’t tell her I wrote any of this.)

Your favourite student, 

James Potter 

Her fingers crumpled the paper where she gripped it tight, a lump rising in her throat. Her eyes scanned the content of the letter once more before pressing it briefly to her heart before placing it atop her pile of keepsakes. 

Minerva pushed herself to her feet, in dire need of a break and craving a cup of lapsang souchong. 

#jily fic #jple #jily #james potter #lily evans #minerva mcgonagall #jily microfic #marauders fanfiction

[thosewildcharms]

Hi, do you have any headcanons about Rick with RJ and Judith after TOWL?

sure! most of these are about the grimes family as a whole because michonne is the beating heart of the family yk!!

under a read more because apparently i had more to say than i realized (shocking). some of these are copied from previous posts!

antony azor who plays rj is apparently very shy and reserved but opened up unexpectedly with andrew lincoln and so obviously this is also exactly what happened with rick and rj. father and son bonded INSTANTLY

part of this is because rj (like antony) is very shy and reserved and rick gets that and so they can just be quiet together and still feel like they're bonding. as rj gets older, whenever he needs to think something through he asks rick if they can do some sort of project together, and through that he works through whatever he has going on.

his first night back, judith asks rick to finish reading the wizard of oz to her because he never got a chance to. it takes a good five minutes for him to compose himself but she does finally get the full story from her dad. michonne and rj join them because they both love hearing stories the most when rick is the one telling them.

I think rick definitely got back into farming post towl since that is his ~zen place. judith and rj have the idea to grow flowers for michonne, and the three of them plant her a small private garden as a surprise. they even build her a little bench to sit on and everything. after it's finished they have all their family picnics there :')

I think this is less my personal headcanon and more a collective fandom headcanon but rick DEFINITELY does call rj "junior" and he is the ONLY one allowed to do so. If anyone else tries they get the rick grimes head tilt and squint from both of them.

they as a whole family have all kinds of Secret Family Things (like the code names for security shoto/daito/brave man/little brave man). for example they have a family whistle that has different variants for different ~situations. it's kinda silly but they all get very into it and take it very seriously!

speaking of family rituals, family dinner is REALLY important to them!!! I'm always thinking about that one dinner scene in early season 9 where michonne, judith and rj are quietly/sadly sitting in that dark dining room with that empty chair where rick is supposed to be. NOW their kitchen is bright and loud and cheerful and they all cook together and use herbs and spices from their family garden :')))

during the week or so leading up to judith and rj's respective birthdays, Rick gives them each a gift for each year he missed. like an advent calendar of missed birthdays. Idk what he gets them exactly but rick king-of-gift-giving grimes would figure something out. michonne helps out a lot by filling him on the things they both enjoyed throughout their childhoods

(he does the same for michonne btw. a gift for every year he missed. they never cared about birthdays before but he's still making certain things up to her)

now that rick and michonne are back together they find it much easier to talk about all the people they lost. judith and rj's favorite stories are the ones about their brothers, carl and andre.

i love the idea of scene very similar to the one in towl 1x05 where richonne get mugged only to turn the situation around in .5 seconds only this time it's the whole family being badass and intimidating to a stranger who thought they could try it

as we know from towl, rick and michonne are fucking insane :') but eventually they realize judith and rj out-crazy both of them combined (much like carl did, rip king) and they are EXTREMELY proud :')

#richonne #grimes family #the ones who live #i know as soon as i hit post i'll have more to say but this is good for now i think #also reblog and add your headcanons PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE #oh re: that dinner scene from season 9 i mentioned. i honestly forget if there was a plot reason for them being sad in that scene #so my bad if i made some assumptions but i don't think it's a big leap personally!

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hey there! I know I know, I just asked you for a request*, but this idea hits so hart today >.< My request number two: Reaction of Students and Professors if - how in Merlins name could this happen?! - some photographs from MC as a baby/toddler/child circulate around Hogwarts....some really cute and really embarrassing pictures from their first years. Awww! I would love it, I'm giggling alone in my dark room at the moment... Your blog is beautiful and I hope so is your evening! *I still request it, but just if you like^^

A/N: this is hilarious! Lmao

HLC REACT TO MC'S BABY PICTURES

A spell mishap and Peeves interference had MC frantically running all over Hogwarts trying to collect the photos but they just kept multiplying and flying away.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He entirely entertained watching MC run around like a chicken with its head cut off to collect all the photos. He doesn't really understand what they're freaking out about anyway, they're cute pictures. Especially the one where MC wears a pair of trousers on their head.

OMINIS GAUNT: To him the whole thing sounds like someone left a door open and a bunch of leaves were blowing around inside. It's only through the surrounding students that he determines that they were photographs of an embarrassing nature. Heh, He's glad it's not him.

ANNE SALLOW: She stows one away. One of MC proudly holding a bored looking cat like a teddy bear. It was too cute to let it fly away. She'll give it back eventually.

IMELDA REYES: She laughs at MC expense and walks away. This is their problem to solve, she has flying to do.

NATSAI ONAI: She's running around with MC trying to collect the photos. She can't help but stop every once in awhile to admire a good one, though. MC was a really cute baby.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He was eating lunch when one smacks him in the face. He looks at it, chuckles and then goes back to eating. He holds it up for MC to snatch when they come barreling through the Great Hall.

LEANDER PREWETT: He casually goes through the photos that fly to him and he admires them. Not just how cute and funny some of them were but seeing where and how MC grew up. Photos tell a story and he was very interested in it.

AMIT THAKKAR: He tries to help with summoning spells. He collects a few at a time but the photos are multiplying faster than they can catch. They're jinxed!

EVERETT CLOPTON: He's sneaking away from the situation. He was practicing the duplication jinx and accidentally hit MC's photo album. He doesn't even remember why they had it with them. Just that Peeves showed up after the photos burst from the book.

POPPY SWEETING: She just watches the chaos. She's sure jobberknolls hopped up on accelerant potion would be easy to collect. She does see a few photos that settle near her. MC eating cereal out of an expensive looking vase is her favorite.

~~~

ELEAZAR FIG: "Peeves! Stop this at once!" Peeves drops the pile of duplicating photos and flies off with a cackle. He nullified the jinx and helped MC clean up. He sees a few photos and smiles to himself. He'd have to ask if he could see them proper some day.

MATILDA WEASLEY: "Aresto Momentum!" With a powerful wave a magic, all the photos stopped dead in their tracks. She looks at MC with slight disappointment. One spell could have fixed all this instead of panicking. "Clean up this mess, I'll handle Peeves." She storms after the poltergeist.

CHIYO KOGAWA: "Well, that's unfortunate." She finds one photo of MC drinking water from a puddle next to the family dog. "Kids..." She chuckles and hands the photo to MC when they run past.

AESOP SHARP: He's mid sip of morning tea when he walks in on the situation. Peeves has done worse. He turns around and walks away from the pandemonium.

ABRAHAM RONEN: He laughs as he joins MC in the chase. "This is fun!" He exclaims like it's just one big game. He will adore MC's pictures, they'll have a hard time getting them away from him without explaining them.

MIRABEL GARLICK: "Peeves! You absolute scoundrel! Stop tormenting the students!" She shoos away the poltergeist and helps MC collect the photos and cancel the jinx. She checks if MC is actually alright. These photos may be embarrassing but they are more than that. They're precious memories.

MUDIWA ONAI: With a wave of her hand, all the photos come to her. She gives Peeves a stern look, which he returns with a loud raspberry, and she hands the photos back to MC. "You should be more careful with these. They may be embarrassing moments now but they are wonderful memories to hold on to. Would you like to see Natty's?" She chuckles.

DINAH HECAT: She sighs and wordlessly waves her wand at Peeves. He stops, drops the photos, and dives through the floor in hast. No one knows what she did but she is one of the few people at Hogwarts Peeves is actually afraid of.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He watches Peeves fly by. He sinks through the floor to the dungeons and finds the Bloody Baron. "He's at it again." The Baron zooms off to do unspeakable things to Peeves.

SATYAVATI SHAH: She quietly collects a few photos after Peeves had his fun and gives them back to MC without a word.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: He's just annoyed by the interruption of his day. The poltergeist, the students, they're all so annoying.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy reactions #hogwarts legacy professors #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting

[seltzer-tastes-pretty-good]

Some Pico, Darnell and Nene headcanons

-Pico stims by scratching the side of his gun with his thumb. In the events he's without a weapon, he'll just scratch his own palm.

-Darnell is the smartest among his friend group. He also serves as most of his group's impulse control.

-Nene has a mild case of spectrophobia. Her bathroom mirror is covered up by a hand towel, and she'll generally avoid rooms with mirrors unless she needs to.

-Pico has a small hard drive connected to his PC. on it, contain a shit ton of sfw files of various flash pieces, mostly from Negrounds, as his own private archive. His long standing grudge at Adobe for killing flash is, thus far, unsatisfied

-Darnell, whenever he's home, will put on one of those "ambient fireplace noises background noise" Youtube videos. He can't really sleep or even relax without one of those playing

-Nene was really big on the show '1000 Ways to Die' while it was still airing. She bought a bootleg 'complete series DVD' of the show once.

-Pico's favorite food is macaroni and cheese, Darnell's is onion rings and Nene's is cinnamon toast

-Pico and Darnell spar kind of a lot. Sometimes when angry, sometimes when just bored. Darnell is usually the one to patch both of them up afterward

-Darnell usually walks Nene home at the end of the day, once the three are done hanging out. He's mostly just wanting to make sure she doesn't try to hurt herself on the way back. Pico tags along too, just in case anyone else tries to jump on them. Safety in numbers and all that.

-Nene can and will run her mouth off to anyone to listen to her special interest, seals. Usually, that person is Pico. He doesn't exactly care for the animal, but he hates not having any noise going on, to keep any bad thoughts away

On their relationship with Boyfriend (when not hired to kill him at least):

-Boyfriend and Pico, of course, dated for a bit of time, having met when BF was on an unguided tour of (read, broke into) the Newgrounds hq. The two hit it off pretty good, at least, at first. Boyfriend found Pico's contract killer life a bit too much for him, something that gave him a mild case of insomnia. Pico, having experienced what he did and having never forget what it did to him, agreed he didn't want BF to go through what he did and agreed to break it off after they talked it out. He didn't exactly feel he could leave the life behind, anyways, what would his friends say?

-Darnell and Boyfriend get along great. The two of them follow each other on Soundcloud at least, and they often hang out. The two actually collabed on a song. "Fresh - Boyfriend Mix" - which was a gift for GF.

-Nene, as soon as he heard BF and Pico broke up, immediately went like, "Oh, you want me to kill em then?", something Pico had to correct pretty fast. BF thankfully went by unharmed, mostly, but still gets a little nervous around Nene. Pico assures him that Nene won't just up and kill him without reason, but BF likes to play it a bit more cautious. She does love her knives after all.

On their relationship with Girlfriend:

-when the ex of your lover is still their friend, things can usually be a bit contentious, but GF doesn't want it to be that way. This is why she's usually super nice to Pico whenever he's around. She's usually the one to pay for stuff when she, BF and Pico's crew hang around, rich parents and all. Pico finds it a bit odd, but isn't gonna just turn down her hospitality. He does find it odd, though, that BF broke up with him because his lifestyle was too much...and then went on to date a demon.

-Darnell and GF both have a mild fascination with fire, so they usually bond over that. Sometimes, they go out back to her family's trash pit just to throw shit in and watch it burn. Boyfriend sometimes joins as well, but he has a bit habit of leaning too close in and getting his hat caught on fire.

-Nene and GF are fairly good friends. The two hang out a lot for 'gal's nights out', where they chat about their friends, family, and usually just watch shit on Newgrounds together. One special time, GF was going on about how BF and GF protect each other, and Nene mentions her contract killer gig, and brings up if anyone wanted to hurt Boyfriend. Girlfriend shut the idea down there, stating 'if anyone tries to hurt boyfriend, their not even gonna have time to smell his breath before I come in to take them out.' Nene was all, 'heh, yeah right. I'm sure if I wanted, I could kill 'em', Girlfriend wanted to challenge that, something that Nene agreed to and, no less than twelve hours later, Nene woke up in a hospital bed from the fight she tried to start with her. Thankfully, GF agreed to pay the medical bill.

#FNF #Friday Night Funkin #Pico's School #Pico #Darnell #Nene

[yangbbokari]

Skz As Toxic Cheating Men

Pairing: OT8/skz x fem!reader A.N.: Don't ask this just randomly came to mind

CHAN - Who'll make you believe that he's so kind-hearted but will do an entire 180 when he gets you where he wants you - Who'll victim blame all the time - "But, Baby... If you would have loved me more I wouldn't seek for it in other people." - Who'll coax you into forgiving him, which you do, and the cycle begins

MINHO - Who won't hesitate cheating on you from the start - You could be the other woman and wouldn't know - Who begs for you back and you forgive him each and every single time - Who your family doesn't approve of but they don't even know what's good for you, right? - (Or at least that's what Min told you) - Who makes sure you don't find out about the fling he's having with one of your friends right now - "Don't worry about her, baby. You're all I want."

CHANGBIN - Who is the most manipulative type - Who won't allow you to meet other people and you must be with him all the time - Who doesn't allow you to have any social media when you guys begin dating - Who always has your phone and limits your usage of it - Who claims its for your own safety because after all he has these muscles for a reason - Who will disappear after you fall asleep to hook up with a random girl - Who you'll wake up beside in the morning with kiss marks on his shirts collar but you choose to ignore it like you always do - "Why are you staring baby?"

HYUNJIN - Who breaks it to you softly just to do it again - Who promises you he's a changed man but we all know that's a lie(except you) - Who likes to string you along like a puppet - Who secretly deletes all the chats between you and any male relation because he can definitely cheat but you can't - Who tells you he does it for fun and will come back to you at the end of the day anyways - "I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this. It's not even that serious."

JISUNG - Who makes an entire scene when you confront him about it - Who refuses to admit to his adultery - Who in the end turns the entire situation on you - Who will purposefully send you explicit things that’s going on between him and his fling just to get you riled up - Who denies that that’s him in the video - Who basically tells you that you no longer satisfy him so it’s only fair that he finds it elsewhere - “I would never cheat and you know it. If I did then it must be because of you.”

FELIX - Who does it discreetly - Who tells his entire friend group and about the other woman and then “accidentally” sends you a text - Who proceeds to say the text wasn’t meant for you - Who gets violent when you ask him about it later on - Who slaps you across the face when he catches you searching his phone - Who threatens you he’ll break-up with you if you continue with your “nonsense” - “Why can’t you just trust me!? Never touch my phone again!”

SEUNGMIN - Who begins cheating and gets wary about you - Who will constantly cheat even in your own house - Who brings random girls at night when you’re working the night-shift - Who tells you it’s not him when your friend sends a picture of him kissing a girl at a bar - Who then begins questioning you - Who asks you if you’re the one cheating because cheaters are always worried about their partners cheating when deep down he knows he’s talking about himself - Who gets jealous when he sees you talking to a coworker - Who deletes all your male contacts and blocks them on your socials too - Who thinks you’re cheating on him too because it’s only right for you to be doing that or he wouldn’t be doing it to you - “I bet you’re fucking cheating on me! We all know you’re a fucking slut anyways!”

JEONGIN - Who claims that he just didn’t know it was wrong - Who uses his puppy eyes and says that he truly didn’t mean to - Who says it was the woman who seduced him and he’d never do that to you - Who claims he’ll never do it again - Who’s cheating on you the week after that - Who smiles at is phone like a teenager and says that its his sister when you ask - Who knows he’s caught in a lie when he says so since he only has brothers - Who begins crying hysterically and claiming that it’s just because he’s been so lonely when you’re gone - Who plays victim until you fall into his trap again - “But you love me, don’t you, noona? If you really love me you’ll forgive me, right?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.N.: Y’all notice how each member’s got longer. Yeah I got a little carried away

#skz #skz angst #Straykids #straykids scenarios #bang chan #lee minho #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #straykids angst #Straykids angst #Stray kids angst #mumu writes #yangbbokari

[thesparkling-diamond27]

The Second Bridgerton and I: Part 3

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Y/n Clearwater becomes named the “Sparkling Diamond” by Queen Charlotte herself, but she doesn’t know what to do with all this attention. Of course she has her family, but sometimes that doesn’t seem enough. But what happens when she encounters a specific Bridgerton, which changes the course of her season.

Author’s Note: This chapter includes scenes from season 3 episode 2 & 3 of Bridgerton indirectly. Down below is the link to the part 2. I hope you enjoy! Y/nn= reader’s nick name

I walked into the drawing room to see my brothers and sister sitting at a table while my mama was sitting on the love seat while sipping tea. My father was nowhere in sight, so I assumed he was in his office taking care of business. I walked in without greeting and began searching for my small purse.

“Are you not going to say good morning to us sister?” Noah asked

“Are you not happy to see us?” Alex jested.

I paused from my searching and turned to my siblings.

“Good morning.”

“Well someone seems happy to see us.”Alexander said sarcastically and continued to read his morning newspaper.

I continued my search.

“What is it that you are searching for Y/n and why are you in such a haste?” My mama asked.

“My small purse.” I replied.

“Oh are you planning on shopping? I was planning on going to the modiste this morning with Adeline.”

“No!”

My mom looked startled at my tone towards her and so did my siblings.

“I’m sorry. I do not know what came over me. I meant no, because I am a planning on shopping with Penelope. I want to cheer her up after the news.”

Lady Whistedown’s latest issue was released this morning and it was anything, but good for Penelope right now. Now the whole ton knew about the agreement between Penelope and Colin and I know this will definitely cause a setback in her search to find a match. I haven’t spoken with her since last night’s ball and I want to make sure that she is well.

When I mentioned Penelope my mama showed a look of understanding. We all read the paper this morning and the dreadful things that was said about Penelope.

“If you wish to see Penelope then you may do so.” My mama said, “Maybe she can join us.”

“I think she would like that.” I said.

“I will look for your small purse while you go over to the Featherington household.”

“Thank you mama.”

I quickly rushed out of the drawing room and out of the house to walk to the Featherington household. When I stepped outside I noticed what a beautiful day it was. I couldn’t help but admire the flowers that were starting to bloom and appreciate the breeze that would blow occasionally. I enjoy the spring and summer seasons more than the autumn and winter seasons and I am glad the weather will become warmer.

I made it to the door of the Featherington household and knocked. Lucy answered the door. She was a maid who I encountered whenever I visited Penelope.

“Y/n it is a pleasure to see you. Are you here for Penelope?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll go get her.”

I smiled and she let me in. It was quiet, but it was usually quiet in the Featherington household. I hope I wouldn’t encounter Lady Featherington or her daughters. I only have been visiting Penelope this season and I have interacted with the other Featheringtons and they are very vexing people. Especially towards Penelope. I hope they are out shopping somewhere and not here.

I heard footsteps approaching and I saw Lucy walk down the stairs, but with no Penelope in sight.

“I’m sorry Y/n. Penelope does not wish to meet with anyone at the moment. However, she wanted me to tell you that she would like to spend time with you another day.”

“Yes tell her I would love that. Good day.”

“Thank you. Good day to you as well.”

I smiled and made my way back to my house. It was unfortunate that my efforts were in vain, but I hope I get to speak with Penelope soon.

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“Can I stop by the library?!” I exclaimed, “I’m in need of a new good read.”

“Go ahead dearest.” Said mama. “Adeline and I will be in the shop across the street.”

I thanked my mama and walked into Thomas’s book store. Thomas was a nice old man who owned a book store at the end of the street. Many people visited the huge bookstore in the main plaza, but I liked coming here instead because Thomas would always set books aside for me that he thought I might like.

The bell rang as I entered and Thomas was seated by the front desk.

“Well look who it is my favorite customer.”

“I’m glad to be back. Do you have any good books?”

Thomas pulled a book from the shelf behind him and placed it on the counter.

“The newest romance novel by your favorite author.”

“Only one book? Really Thomas!” I joked.

“It’s the only new book I have that I thought you might like. Unless you want a book of fact.”

I showed a face of disgust and Thomas laughed.

“Yeah I didn’t think so.” He said,”You can search the store for more books yourself if you would like.”

“I think I will. Can you hold that book for me?”

“Of course!”

“Thank you.”

I began my search to find a book I might find interesting. Thomas picked a book of romance for me, so maybe I should read something different. Something I usually would not read, but also not boring. Usually I turn right to the romance section, but this time I decided to turn left.

I entered an aisle and began reading the spines of the books to see if any of the titles peaked my interest. I saw a book that was named women in society and it seemed interesting enough. It is a book of fact, but it would be good for me as well since I do not pay much attention to society anyway. I tried to reach for the book, but I was simply too short. I looked around for a ladder, but there was not one in sight. I reached as far as I could for the book, but it was still out of reach. I huffed in annoyance and looked around for someone to be of help, but there was no one around either. I stood on my tippy toes and attempted to grab the book again. My finger tips touched the bottom of the spine when a hand came into my field of vision. Someone stood behind me and grabbed the book I wanted from the shelf.

I turned around and the owner of the mystery hand was revealed to be Benedict. He held the book out in front of me.

“I believe you wanted this book.” Benedict said.

“Yes thank you.”

I grabbed the book and our hands touched. My hand stayed there for a second too long before I pulled away, but I wish I hadn’t.

“What are you doing here?” I asked

“Looking for a book to read. We are in a bookstore after all.”

“…Right…sorry. I am looking for a book as well.”

I motioned towards the book in my hand and he read the title.

“Women in society. A great pick. My sister Eloise raved about it so much last season that I had to read it for myself. It was quite fascinating I must say.”

“I usually read books of romance and I figured I should read a book like this for a change.”

“Romance you say?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve always found romance in literature quite daft.”

“Daft?! Have you ever read a romance novel.”

“No I can’t say I have.”

“Then you have no right to say that romance in literature is daft!”

Benedict looked amused.

“What genre do you like?” I asked

“I enjoy poetry.”

“Poetry?”

“Yes what is wrong with poetry.”

“Nothing it is just that….you do not seem like the type of person to enjoy poetry.”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me Y/n.”

Y/n. When he escorted me back to my family at last night’s ball he asked me to call him Benedict and he began to call me Y/n. He decided that it is only fitting since we are friends. I agreed to it, but only when we were alone, since I did not want people in the ton getting a wrong impression of our companionship. I guess it is okay now since we are the only ones in the bookstore at the moment.

“Well Benedict, I would love to learn more about you as time goes on.”

“I would love to learn more about you as well. Have you ever read poetry?”

“No I can’t say I have.”

“How about this. Why don’t you pick out a romance novel for myself while I pick a book of poetry for you to read. It can be a way for us to get to know each other better.”

“I would like that. Would you like to share our thoughts with one another as we go on?”

“Yes! I would like to know what you think about poetry and it would give me an excuse to see you again.” He said with a wink.

I blushed. Benedict wanted to see me again because he enjoyed my company like how I enjoy his. Our friendship has become an unexpected surprise this season and I am forever grateful.

“Now on to the poetry section.” Benedict said.

Benedict led me to the poetry section and picked out a book from the second shelf.

“This book is not like the sappy stuff that you read in your romance novels.”

“They are not always sappy!” I argue.

I take the book from him and playfully hit his head.

“Hey what was that for?!”

But he didn’t seem mad at my action. He was smiling.

“Knocking some sense into that head of yours! Now it’s my turn to pick.”

“Lead the way.”

I began to walk to the romance section and Benedict followed me. I scanned the shelves until I came across one of my favorites and it will definitely be quite a shocker for Benedict. I plucked the book from the shelf and handed it to him.

“Here you go.” I said.

“The Ancient Legend of Orpheus and Eurydice. I’ve never heard of it.”

“It is an Ancient Greek myth. My grandpa is from Greece, so he grew up with tales from Greek Mythology. He read those kind of stories to his children, my mama, aunt and uncle, and my mama read those tales to my siblings and I growing up.”

“You are Greek?”

“Yes. There are a lot of things you do not know about me Benedict.”

I repeated the same words he said to me earlier and he seemed to notice because he smiled knowingly.

“The story is a love story, but it is a tragedy and it involves real life scenarios. You will see.” I said.

“Tragedy you say. Like Romeo and Juliet?”

“Both stories may be tragedies, but Romeo and Juliet can never compare to The Ancient Legend of Orpheus and Eurydice. It is different in so many different ways.”

“Wow! You have such high praise for this book. I can’t wait to read it and I hope this will be a good read.”

“Of course it will be a good read! I would not have recommended it to you unless it was.”

“I know I’m just teasing.”

I whacked him with the book again.

“You and your teasing!” I giggled.

“Why do you keep hitting me?!” He said with laughter.

“Because it’s funny.”

“Well I’m glad you hit me repeatedly for your own amusement.” He said sarcastically.

“Oh don’t be such a baby! Let’s go purchase these books. I don’t want my mama waiting for long.”

We were walking through the aisles, on our way back to Thomas, when Benedict asked,

“Did you find out how Miss Featherington is doing?”

I told Benedict about the situation with Penelope at last night’s ball and how I wanted to reach out to her to make sure she was alright. I was surprised he remembered.

“No. I went to her house this morning, but she didn’t want any visitors.”

He nodded in understanding

“I would just give it some time.” Benedict said.

“Ah look who it is! My two favorite customers!” Thomas said as we reached the counter.

“I thought I was your only favorite customer.” I said

“I can have more than one.”

I laughed in response. I was reaching in my purse for my money to pay for my books when Benedict’s hand stopped mine.

“I’ll pay for your books.” He said

“Oh no you do not have to.”

“No I insist.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure. Let me do something nice for my friend.”

I figured there was no point in arguing so I let him pay. He finished paying for both our books and we started to gather our things.

“Please come again. Both of you. I like talking with you two.” Thomas said.

“Do not worry I will be back.” I said with a smile.

“As will I.” Said Benedict.

Thomas looked a both of us with a smile, but it did not reach his eyes. Something was bothering him, but I could not figure out what exactly. I was about to ask, but he had already walked away.

“Did he seem off to you?” I asked Benedict.

“He did, but he might be tired. He is old after all.” Benedict said with a shrug.

“Probably.”

Benedict and I both exited the bookstore and out to the sidewalk.

“Thank you for buying my books.” I said

“It was my pleasure.”

“It was nice seeing you again. I am going to head back to my mama and sister.”

“Wait before you go. Are you going to the event Lord Trumble is having next week?”

“I believe so. I recall my mama mentioning it.”

“Good I’ll see you there!” He said with a smile.

I smiled back. “Good day Benedict.”

“Good day Y/n.”

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“Do not go far!” Aunt Athena shouted.

My two cousins, Nolan and Nikolai ran away to go play near the pond.

“Noah and Alexander.” My mama said, “Can you two go after them to make sure they do not get into trouble.”

“Sure mama.” Noah said and Noah and Alexander went after Nolan and Nikolai.

My family was currently at the local park. My mama, Adeline, Aunt Athena, my cousins, Natalia and Niya, and I are all sitting at two tables under a white tent. My oldest cousin Norah was promenading with her husband that she married last season. My father, Maxwell and his father are off having a serious conversation.

“Lord Findlay seems like a nice young man dearest. Both of you seemed to get along when he was over.” My mama said. “Do you wish to pursue him?”

“No mama. He is a fine gentleman, but I do not see him that way, because he suits a friend more to me.”

“What about Lord Harvey?” Aunt Athena interjected. “He is a noble gentleman and I have heard nothing, but good things about the young boy.”

“I do not feel a connection with Lord Harvey.”

I poured myself a cup of tea to give me something to do. I know my family had good intentions, but it felt like I was being interrogated by them.

“Well then if you are not interested in Lord Findlay or Lord Harvey then who are you interested in?” My cousin Natalia asked.

I looked over to where Maxwell was standing and continued to sip my tea. My mother must have caught on because she smiled and said,

“I think Y/n has an idea on who she is interested in.” My mom grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

My Aunt Athena and my two cousins all had knowing smiles when they realized who my mom was talking about.

“If Maxwell is the one then you must make haste my dear Y/n.” Aunt Athena said. “He is a wanted Lord from both the mama’s and their daughters of the ton. You better hurry before someone steals him before you. Ah Lord Maxwell.”

I whipped my head around and Maxwell was standing in front of us. I hope he did not hear our conversation. That would be so embarrassing!

“I was wondering if I can borrow Y/n for a moment.”

“You most certainly can.” My mama said.

I rose from my seat to Maxwell and he linked our arms together.

Maxwell had to leave for a business trip with his father tomorrow, so this will be the last time I will see him in a while. I heard my Aunt’s words in my head: “If Maxwell is the one then you must make haste my dear Y/n.”. Did I really have to make haste with Maxwell? Would he be interested in someone else?

“What is going on in that head of yours?” Maxwell asked.

“Nothing. I simply want this moment to last.”

“It will when I return. Listen I know I’m going to be away for a while, but I cannot help but think that you will wait for me as long as I am gone. I will return before the season is over I assure you. I want you to know that you are an extraordinary woman and I have loved every second of getting to know you……I know you and your parents have been waiting for me to ask this question, but I wanted to make sure before asking such a question and I am. I was wondering if you would allow me to court you?”

This is exactly what my family and I wanted for me. A nice gentleman who has become interested in me enough to want to court me. This was perfect, but why did I not feel satisfied. I was overjoyed and excited, but for some reason I did not feel whole. I think it is just nerves, so I decide to brush it off.

“I would love for you to court me.” I said.

We both smiled at one another and Maxwell brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“Can we keep this a secret between us?” I asked. “I want to keep this a secret from the ton until you return. We can tell our families of course.”

“I can agree to those terms. It can be our secret.”

“Our secret” I said with a smile.

A part of me agreed that I wanted to keep our courtship a secret in order to be romantic. However, another part of me knew the truth, but I did not want to admit it. At least not now.

I looked around the park to distract myself. I took in the scenery when I noticed a familiar head of reddish auburn hair. She seemed to notice me as well because she stopped walking.

“I will be right back.” I told Maxwell.

“Alright. I have to continue my discussion with our fathers anyway.”

I nodded in understanding and he walked away. I walked back to my mama and asked,

“Can I promenade with her for a moment?”

I motioned to the girl waiting for me.

“Yes you can Y/n, but do not walk too far.”

I thanked my mama and walked my way over to Penelope. This would be the first time I will talk to her since she ran away from the ball a few days ago. The past few days I couldn’t help but worry about her. However, she did seem somewhat okay when I got a closer look at her. I couldn’t help, but notice the whispers and stares directed towards Penelope as I walked. This is what always makes me afraid of making a mistake. One misstep and the ton would see you as an outsider.

“Hello Pen.”

“Hello Y/nn.”

“How have you been?”

“Managing. This is the first time I have left my house since what happened. I am glad I ran into you.”

I went to hug her and she did the same at the same time. I missed Penelope and our friendship. I haven’t seen her in a few days.

“I am glad you are okay.” I said.

“What has been going on with you?” Penelope asked.

She linked her arm with mine and we began walking.

“I haven’t told anyone this yet and this had just happened, but Maxwell asked to court me.”

“Oh Y/nn that’s wonderful news! You don’t seem excited. Are you not excited?”

“No I am excited! It’s just that….I don’t know. I thought I would feel complete or whole. Think that this path is the right decision. But for some reason I have a feeling in my stomach that is telling me that this is wrong.”

“Maybe it is just nerves.”

“That is what I have been thinking, but I do not know.”

“It is probably just nerves, but if it is not your parents want you to marry for love. If you do not feel this way with Maxwell then they cannot make you marry him.”

“My dad did say that I did not have to marry him.”

“Exactly! So I would not worry about it too much. Some of us are not as lucky.”

I knew when Penelope was saying this she was referencing to her mother. I felt bad for everything she had to go through.

“I have something to tell you.” Penelope said.

“What is it?”

“Colin kissed me.”

I looked at Penelope in shock. Colin kissed her? Did that mean that he finally reciprocated feelings for her.

“What does this mean for the two of you?”

“Nothing. I asked him to kiss me because I wanted to be kissed at least once. I do not think I will ever find a husband and I wanted to know what it was like to be kissed. Colin was the only man I trust to do something like that and the only man who would be okay to do such a thing.”

“Do not say such things Pen. I am sure some gentleman out there will see you for the beauty that you are. Inside and out.”

“Thank you for those kind words Y/nn, but I have to be realistic. I just finished talking with Colin and we both agreed that our deal will no longer continue. Our plan backfired and it did more harm than good.”

I wanted to argue more and prove her wrong, but I didn’t want to upset Penelope, so I kept quiet.

“Was he a good kisser?” I asked.

“Y/nn!”

“What I have never been kissed and I want to know what it is like. Plus I am pretty sure you have been imagining that kiss since you were a child.”

“Well you are not wrong….Yes he was an amazing kisser. It was everything that I could have possibly imagined and better. However, I know he does not feel the same way as I, but at the same time I feel like I needed that kiss. It was a way for me to have closure and now I do.”

I nodded in understanding. I can understood Penelope’s point of view with the situation. She has been pining over Colin for years and I thought maybe he might feel the same way after the kiss. But I guess he still sees her the same way and only kissed her as a friend.

Penelope telling me about her kiss with Colin made me wonder what it will be like to be kissed. I assume I might receive my first kiss with Maxwell soon due to marriage being seen in the future. I wonder what it would be like to kiss Maxwell.

“You know Y/nn. I trust you and our friendship.”

“I would hope so.” I joked.

We both laughed.

“There is something that I have been wanting to tell you for a while and I believe that I can tell you soon. I won’t tell you now , but when it is just the two of us and when I am ready I’ll tell you.”

“Okay.”

What she said brought me back to what Eloise told me at the ball a few nights ago.

“Not everyone is the way they appear to be. Some carry secrets. I discovered that Penelope was one of them.”

Was it true that Penelope was keeping secrets? And if she was, was she going to tell me?

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The Season's Scandal

Chapter 2

pairing → Eloise Bridgerton x Female Reader

summary → Eloise and Y/N are escaping from another ball and Y/N makes and unsuspected friend

warnings → none

words → 2k

chapter 1

The next day another huge ball took place. My Brother and I arrived with our carriage in front of the gate. I was wearing a light green dress with puffy sleeves and lots of glitter. The Modiste who made my dress really outdid herself with the details and created an extraordinary look. My Brother held his arm out for me to take as I exited the carriage. “Tonight I want to see you dancing with some more gentlemen, Last Ball you seemed rather occupied elsewhere” he said raising an eyebrow in my direction. “Do not worry brother, I will not forget why It is that I am here” I repeated and he nodded approving. I tried to escape his presence as soon as we entered the ballroom. I was rushing though the crowd as I caught sight of Eloise. “There you are” I said approaching her from the side. As she turned in my direction she smiled at me “Good you are finally here, my mama does not leave me alone” “same goes for my brother”. That exact moment I a young man approached me with my brother. Like every other man in this room he was wearing a elegant black suit. "This is Lord Abery" he introduced him to me and we both bowed. “Might I have the honor Miss Y/N?” He asked holding out his hand for me to take. I looked at Eloise who rolled her eyes. “Of My Lord” I answered and as he lead me to the dancefloor I looked back at Eloise who had a sad expression on her face. ‘I am sorry’ I mouthed into her direction. She nodded and disappeared towards the table filled with lemonades. Lord Abery seemed to be eager of finding a wife to finally live his own Life and escape from his family. Something I could definitely relate to. The way he spoke about his younger siblings showed his sense of responsibility and we had a rather refreshing conversation comparing it to any other man i have ever danced with. Due to our conversation the dance was over sooner than later and I made sure my brother saw me leaving dancefloor. I bowed my head, thanked him for the dance and went into the crowd searching for Eloise. I came to a halt at the Lemonades table. “Come” Eloise whispered close to my ear as she stood close behind me and reached after my hand. The sudden touch made me shiver. I turned around and let her lead me out of the ballroom. I followed her through the hallways outside into the gardens.

“Eloise we should not be here” I whispered. “What makes you think I care” she replied and offered me a smile. We finally came to a stop at a bench. She let go of my hand and the sudden loss of touch sadden me. She opened the champagne bottle she carried outside. I looked around and realized we were far off from the rest and probably safe. I calmed myself and took my place next to Eloise. After she opened the bottle and took a sip she handed it over to me. I drank a rather large potion. Her Eyes widened “Are you alright?” I nodded “I hate this, my brother is pushing me on those suitors. The last thing I ever want to do is marry a man” Eloise looked at me with an understanding impression. “I am very glad my mama accepted the fact that I will not marry” “I wish mine would, she hates me” Eloise inched closer to me, reached out for my hand gently took mine in hers “I am sorry that she is bloody fool” I smiled at her. Eloise presence made me forget about my situation. My brother would be very mad the moment he would find out that I have escaped the ball. But all this did not matter now that I was here with Eloise. “But worse than that, kids” Eloise nodded understanding and chuckled “I do not know how my mother likes to have 8 of them, seems like a nightmare” I started laughing and took another sip from the champagne bottle. “Y/N?” I heard a voice pretty close to us calling out my name. my brother. My eyes widened in shock “He cannot see us here, he will kill me” I whispered. Eloise pulled me with her deeper into the gardens. “El-” she hushed me and we hid behind a huge bush “He is certainly not finding you here” she smiled. It was very dark out here and the sudden closeness to Eloise made my heartbeat quicken. She was standing close to me and I could feel her breath on my skin. Our hands were still interlaced and I never wanted for her to let go of my hand. His voice faded away and I released a long breath. “Do not worry Y/N I will not let him kill you” she whispered and a soft smile appeared on her lips. I turned to fully face her and our faces were only inches apart. I could feel her breath on my lips and my eyes lingered on hers. The absence of light made this moment even more intense. I wanted to feel her lips on mine. “we should go back inside” I whispered, not wanting to lose the closeness we shared but fearing the consequences of getting caught out here. She nodded and looked to the ground, letting go of my hand. Losing her touch broke my heart a little bit. She looked back at me, her expression more serious now “Let´s go”.

The rest of the evening went by quite fast. I danced with two other men who my brother introduced me to and lost sight of Eloise who apparently left from the ball earlier. The second of them, a rather old Earl who´s wife already died a few decades ago seemed eager to find a young wife to satisfy his desires. I was disgusted and never been wanting a dance to end this much. “Well Earl Ashton seems to be an easy catch” my brother said joining me after my dance. “You are disgusting, he is at least thrice my age” “In case you have no other suitors by the end of the season, I shall see no other option” I grew angry at his comment but forced myself to not let my emotions show too much "You are cruel". After a while he broke he silence “We shall leave, it is getting late” “Of course” I nodded and followed him outside to get into our carriage. My fear only started to grow on our way home. I was scared that my brother would force me into a marriage if I do not get engaged by the end of the season. And that was actually the last thing I wanted.

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The Next few days my brother rarely allowed me to leave the house. I was not able to see Eloise and the only visitors I had were the Earl of Ashton and Lord Abery, who´s presence I rather enjoyed. I was finally granted of being outside when Lord Abery invited me to a stroll in the park.

“You seem not very pleased with your brothers concerns about finding a husband” he noted as we walked side by side, enjoying the sun and the fresh air. “well observed my lord” “Please call me Victor” he said. I looked up in surprise but nodded. “Apart from me you do not seem very interested in woman either, I have not seen you on the dancefloor often” He smiled and nodded. “Society expects us to behave a certain way and want certain things but I do not think these things are for everyone, I do think you know what I mean” I looked at him with a questioning expression. “Miss Bridgerton” He said and I stopped in my tracks. “I do not know what you are talking about” he smiled “Do not worry, we share the same secret” I took a deep breath. Maybe Victor would be the only Suitor this season that would be worth keeping, the only man I would allow myself to marry. If my brother do forces me he would be rather delightful company and would allow me to live my own life. “People like us have to find their own ways of loving the people we love, we are not granted the privileges of getting married”. I smiled at him and nodded, just a few days ago I would never have guessed to find a friend in Lord Abery but it is indeed refreshing to know I am not alone with my secret and that there are more people like me in the ton. My gaze drifted away to a tent set up on the grass with the Bridgerton family. “Go talk to her, I know your brother is not letting you out” My gaze returned to him “Are you sure?” “Of course, we are friends” I smiled at him and nodded “Thank you for helping me”.

I rushed my way up the hill until I joined the Bridgertons. “Y/N how good to see you, Eloise is being quite insufferable these last days” Benedict said greeting me and offering Eloise a look of pure annoyance. “Benedict!” Violets voice softened as spom as she turned her attention towards me “Y/N it is such a pleasure to finally meet you! Eloise has been talking about you so much” Eloise rolled her eyes and finally looked up to me. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you Lady Bridgerton”. Eloise closed her book, put it down and stood up to take my arm. “If you would excuse us”. We walked a bit in silence until I decided to start the conversation “I missed you El, the last few days were quite difficult. My brother would not let me leave the house and you left the ball earlier and I had to dance with the Earl Ashton that old man it was disgusting” “I am sorry I was not feeling well” “Are you alright?” I asked with a worried expression and stopped walking, turning around to face her. she just nodded, she did not seem like herself today. “Are you sure?” She smiled at me “I am sorry I didn´t come to visit you” “No need to apologize, I simply missed your company” “I did too” she said and her eyes caught mine “El” I said, this time more demanding, not being satisfied with her reaction “Have you not read Lady Whistledown?” she asked me “No, I did not, did she say something bad?” “No but she talked about you and Lord Abery and how the both of you match so well and that he is courting you” “What?” I asked and started laughing. “That is not - Are you jealous?” I asked with a smirk. “You wish” she said and pulled me along, continuing our walk. “My goals have not yet changed and besides I could not leave you alone” her cheeks started to grow red and I smiled to myself. “You coming tonight?” She asked me, trying to change the topic “My brother would never let me miss out a ball” I rolled my eyes and she chuckled. I looked around and caught Victors eyes who motioned towards my brother talking to a few gentlemen close to him, my eyes widened. “I shall see you tonight Eloise” I felt her eyes on me as I walked away back to Victor so my brother would not suspect anything. Victor rushed to my side as my brother started to approach. “Thank you” I whispered. “Lord Abery” My brother greeted him. His gaze shifted towards me “Sister, we should return home, the ball begins soon” He said in an demanding tone. I bowed my head at Victor “Goodbye Lord Abery”. We left Victor and my Brother escorted me towards our carriage. “take a servant and go to the modiste, they informed me that you ran out of ball gowns” “If you would have let me leave the house then-” He interrupted me “I am not here to argue”. We left and as I looked back I saw Eloise still watching my every step.

I really hope you enjoyed this part! Victor is a character that I made up. Since I have not read the books yet I do not know if there is another character with the same name. Besides that please give me some feedback :)

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The Canary: Arrow 2x05 Review (League of Assassins)

Yeesh there is a lot of Lance drama in the beginning of Season 2. We finally get the backstory on Sara, but it’s the spectacular Oliver and Laurel scene that has me cackling.

Let's dig in...

Sara Lance

They reshot the whole pilot scene between Oliver and Sara only this time, we see what happens to Sara after the boat sinks and she’s swept out to sea. How this woman did not get hypothermia from only wearing a bra and underwear in the North China Sea is beyond me.

This scene just incenses me.  It irks the absolute crap out of me when Sara says, “Laurel is gonna kill me.” Sara says it like she’s borrowing Laurel’s sweater without asking. YOU ARE SLEEPING WITH HER BOYFRIEND.  This destroys a relationship. She’s not going to kill you, but she will absolutely cut contact with you, Sara.

I know he’s pre-island Ollie and he’s just the absolute worst, but the smarmy “Your sister will never know” as he climbs on top of Sara is just so disgusting. I cannot fathom why people would ever want Laurel to be with Oliver after what he did. Forgive him, fine. Date him? Absolutely not.

Okay, the rage is dying down. Hopefully this is the last time we have to watch this scene.

Sara is staying at the Queen mansion, which doesn’t see very covert, but with Moira in jail and Thea sleeping at Roy’s all the time it actually is a good place for Sara to crash. Better than a clock tower at least.

Oliver is still trying to convince Sara to let her family know that she’s alive, but she’s not convinced all family members *cough*Laurel*cough* will be happy to see her. Sara asks Oliver if he ever got back together with Laurel after he returned home.

Oliver: We tried. It’s too much.

Sara: Some things are better left in the past.

After The Gambit sinks, Sara is floating on a door similar to Rose in Titanic when she’s picked up by the freighter.

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We’re all going to pretend the canary landing right next to Sara is not the most obvious foreshadowing in the world. For anyone questioning if Arrow is making Sara their OG Canary – there’s your answer. You know - if the suit, wicked fight skills and sonic weapon didn’t answer it for you already.

The color of the Canary is important though. It’s yellow. Not black. Arrow is drawing a clear distinction between the two. This is an origin story. It’s not Green Arrow and Black Canary. It’s The Arrow and The Canary.

Sara is thrown in a cage on the freighter, similar to Oliver’s current predicament, but Dr. Ivo protects her from the crew members.  He tells Sara he is going to save the human race and invites her to help, so I can only conclude we’re going with Stockholm syndrome in the flashbacks. A twenty something college kid would have very little to offer a mad scientist.

However, Sara’s reticence to return to her family is not related to whatever happened on the island, but rather who she became and what she did to survive AFTER the island. We’re just about to get some details when a man dressed exactly like Malcolm Merlyn comes crashing through a window.  Oliver and Sara fight him, but before we can get any answers the man disappears. This is getting annoying. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN SOMETHING?

Oliver introduces Sara to his team and we get the iconic first meeting between Sara and Felicity.

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Sara does not want Team Arrow to find the assailant however. She knows exactly who he is. 

Sara: He’s called Al Ow-al, “The First.” And he’s a member of the League of Assassins.

Oliver has a very strong reaction to this revelation so we can deduce Sara didn’t join the Girl Scouts. The League is, you guessed it, a bunch of assassins who kill and vanish like ghost - previously thought to be an urban legend by Diggle. The League rescued Sara after the island, remade her into an assassin and she swore them her allegiance.

Sara left after she killed a local diplomat in Guyana and his children found his body the next morning. She didn’t want to be a murderer anymore, but now The League is coming after her.

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Felicity’s humor and compassion put Sara at ease after her horrifying confession and this is why I love this character.  There’s no judgment from Felicity. She sees Sara for what she is – a person in pain, even if Sara doesn’t see herself that way. Not unlike how Felicity looks at Oliver. And just like Oliver, Sara Lance is SMOAKED.

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After Felicity finds Al Ow-al, Sara and Oliver argue about whose fight it is. Sara isn't used to playing with others, but you'd think she'd understand basic strength in numbers. This is the guy who trained Malcolm Merlyn. He stops an arrow with his bare hand while his back was turned!

Al Ow-al: The child of Ra’s Al Ghul awaits your return.

I know who Ra’s Al Ghul is from my Batman days, but in Arrow's world he has a kid. A kid who sent Al Ow-al  to collect Sara alive or dead. This is getting complicated. Is there like an employment flow chart we can follow for the League of Assassins?

Oliver: The League of Assassins. Why wouldn’t she tell me what happened to her all those years?

Diggle: Probably the same reason you didn’t tell us what happened to you on the island.

Wow. This is stunning lack of self awareness. Oliver, in case you haven’t noticed, Sara is the girl version of you.

The League has threatened Sara’s family, so Oliver keeps watch over Laurel. Felicity calls Detective Lance to convince him to leave town - while promising Sara to not reveal she's alive.

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Unfortunately, Lance does not listen to Felicity, so Sara decides her secret is not more important than her father’s life. Finally, she is seeing some sense. Diggle, ever the loyal solider, offers to go with as back up, but Sara continues to have this thing about fighting on her own. I guess being an assassin is a solitary job. This does give us one of the best bad ass Sara Lance speeches ever, however.

Sara: Dig, you may be a three tour Special Forces veteran, but I was trained by the people that make the Special Forces look like a kindergarten class. So step aside or get put down.

The reunion between Lance and Sara is all we hoped it could be. It’s not every day your kid comes back from the dead, but Paul Blackthorne does a phenomenal job of moving from shock and disbelief to overwhelming joy.

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Quentin wants answers, but he’s careful not to spook Sara who is still reticent to give details. They go through the nuclear bomb that was set off in their family (the divorce, the alcoholism).  Sara apologizes for the damage she caused, but Quentin insists he was to blame, which is more proof he is a really good dad.

He can clearly see his daughter has changed. She speaks Chinese now and is ready to fight to the death with a butter knife. He pieces together Sara is the woman in black; she knows Felicity, The Arrow and is wrapped up in this League that’s after both of them. How this man has not put together Oliver Queen is The Arrow I will never understand.

Quentin: If these assassins, if they hadn't shown up, would you have ever let us know that you were alive?

Sara: No.

Well, at least she’s honest. Sara promises Lance that she never forgot who she was or him despite staying away for so many years.

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She takes her father to the clock tower which she’s outfitted with booby traps for when the League comes for them both. Sara and Lance hold their own against the assassins, but when The Arrow arrives they achieve the upper hand. Sara has no problem breaking Al Ow-al’s neck, but allows one assassin to live to warn Ra’s Al Ghul.

Sara: Tell Ra’s Al Ghul that my family is off limits. His quarrel is with me.

She is ashamed to show Quentin who she has become – a killer.

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But Quentin feels only pride. How little children understand the depth of a parent’s love. We have already forgiven anything you’ve done or may do the moment you are born.

Quentin: I think you’re a survivor. I think you’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever known. You’re my daughter.

Sara leaves town to lead the League away from her family and Quentin agrees to keep her secret. He will not tell either Laurel or Dinah that Sara is alive because it would get them killed… or something.  The logic is not logical, but I don’t really care. They’ll hold the “Laurel finds out Sara is alive” card for May sweeps.

Source: @laurelscanary

This is not the last we will see of Sara Lance. The Canary’s story is just getting started.

Oliver and Diggle

Despite Oliver's spectacularly hypocritical statement about Sara and honesty, there is serious emotional growth this episode. Oliver making this statement about forgiveness a year ago would have been unthinkable. He did not return home with any hope of being forgiven or even welcomed back. I'm going to give the Lance family a shoutout because they had the most to be angry about with Oliver. He asked both Laurel and Quentin for forgiveness and they each have extended olive branches at various time. Hell, Laurel was ready to get back together with him. So, the fact he's able to offer the same hope to Sara is really a full circle moment.

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Oliver beginning to believe he is worthy of forgiveness is a direct result of the many hours of therapy with Diggle and Felicity. He is finally starting to really hear them. That's why this moment with Diggle at the end of the episode is truly note worthy.

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Diggle should have this date embroidered on a pillow because it's not often Oliver will admit he was right. But Oliver is not done yet.

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He breaks out some Russian vodka and confesses to Diggle he was not always on the island the five years he was gone. Oliver is ready to unburden some of the secrets he works so hard to keep buried.

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Oliver is able to see his own demons reflected in Sara and it finally connects the dots for him. He doesn't have to remain isolated in the world like Sara. Oliver can see Diggle (and Felicity) reaching out to him and he FINALLY reaches back. This is monumental character growth.

Sara: You three are quite the team.

Diggle: We have our moments.

Why Diggle and not Felicity? I think it's easier for Oliver to tell his war stories to another solider. He also doesn't have any fuzzy bunny feelings towards John, which makes things simpler between them. But every time Oliver opens the door to the past, and shares his pain, he is one step closer to the future he truly deserves.

Laurel Lance

Laurel is sitting second chair in Moira Queen’s prosecution, which is actually an INSANE CONFLICT OF INTEREST. Marc Guggenheim, you are a lawyer sir. What is this nonsense?  

Never fear! Laurel has used all her pull to get Moira a plea deal - life with the possibility of parole. Understandably the Queen family isn’t thrilled. It’s either life or the death penalty.  Laurel even discussing Moira’s case with Oliver is improper ex parte contact. She should be excluded from the case and sanctioned, but this is Arrow and that’s never going to happen.

In the middle of all of this, Oliver continues to ask if Laurel is okay. She is trying to kill your mother, Oliver. I feel how this is impacting Laurel shouldn’t really be your top concern. He is so exhausting around her. Take the hint, my dude. She doesn’t want your help and I’m tired of you two having the same fight episode after episode.

But this episode is not just another round of the same old some old. No, my friends this is a very special episode because it contains one of the best Laurel and Oliver scenes to ever grace our television. Oliver needs to protect Laurel from the League of Assassins, so he takes her out to dinner. Then he walks Laurel back to her apartment (because assassins) but she thinks he’s come up for a very different reason.

And OLIVER REJECTS HER.  The way I cackled.

I’m going straight to hell, but I don’t care. This moment is glorious. First of all, Laurel did not have a drink at dinner, so she can’t blame the booze and pills. She just flat out reads the situation wrong. Oliver apologizes for sending a mix signal, but he’s a bit confused. Didn’t they decide they shouldn’t be together out of respect for Tommy? Yes, Oliver. Yes you did. WHAT ABOUT TOMMY, LAUREL?!! This woman did not deserve that man.

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Me:

Oliver promises Laurel he will never leave her and has certainly made every effort to help her, but it is the capacity in which he will stay in her life that is really in question. This moment is HUGE in terms of where Oliver is at emotionally. He is drawing a firm line in the sand. There was a time when Oliver would’ve welcomed Laurel trying to climb him like a tree no matter the circumstance, but not anymore. He clearly states that he cares about Laurel but only as a friend. His concern has no romantic undertone to it.

The balance of power in their relationship has always been tipped toward Laurel. This is the first time it feels like a more even playing field. Instead of Laurel rejecting Oliver – he is rejecting her and for a very good reason. Oliver is not stoned on pills and he remembers they don’t work. They tried to go back and it failed. Oliver has not interest in trying again. For the first time, Oliver is looking forward.  

And Laurel, cemented in the past and alone her in apartment, takes some pills.

Stray Thoughts

This secret Moira is keeping is a real humdinger if she’s ok with life with the possibility of parole.

Oliver and Thea promise Moira that she will not lose them no matter the secret. Sure Jan.

"Gee I didn't get you a bag of dirt." Bless this cupcake.

Where did Sara get her suit?

Malcolm Merlyn is also a member of The League of Assassins.

"Oliver’s lucky to have you both as friends. He hasn’t always had the best of luck in that area." Sara’s not so casual remarks about Slade and Shado are friggin ominous. It’s time to get real nervous about the flashbacks.

“You think because you are the beloved that you will be granted your freedom?” We all know who Sara’s beloved is and I’m very much looking forward to her arrival.

"Pain and I came to a little understanding a few years back." Sara takes a licking but keeps on kicking. This is such a bad ass line. The episode is chalk full of them. I love the OG Canary.

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[novacorpsrecruit]

Hi a quick lil read: I did a poll the other day because I was thinking of creating Steddie fic recs and so I decided I’m gonna do 5-10 fic recs a post based on some sort of theme and here’s the first installment! Please feel free to ask for themes, I can’t promise I’ll fulfill them but I’ll do my best.

Theme: my favorite fucking idiots

single / taken / pining by 96tears (Ao3) @pizzaqueen (tumblr)

T | wc 4,435 | no cw

Summary: When a girl Steve’s trying to flirt with starts flirting with Eddie, Steve says the only thing that comes to mind: he tells her Eddie’s married. It’s not his smoothest moment, but it works, and Eddie goes along with it. It's not like Eddie was interested, anyway, and he figures Steve wanted the ladies to himself. So, Steve figures that must be it, too.

But a little later it hits him: he doesn’t want to keep the ladies to himself. He wants to keep Eddie to himself.

Ugh!!! I love it when the dumbasses don’t understand why they’re jealous, or that they’re jealous in the first place. Post season 4, Steve and Eddie work at Family Video and the Arcade respectfully, and come and bug each other during slow times. Steve gets a little jealous when a girl starts hitting on Eddie.

‘cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run by stellapoint (pettifogger) (ao3)

T | wc 9,308 | no cw

Summary: Realization #1: Steve is wearing a costume. He’s dressed as Springsteen on the cover of Born In The U.S.A. The album cover is staring at Eddie from the stack of records by the speakers, and he flicks his eyes between the cover and Steve, almost laughing at how obvious the resemblance is.

Immediately after that, revelations two and three slam into him like an eighteen-wheeler.

#2: Bruce Springsteen is kind of hot.

#3: Steve Harrington is really hot.

A fourth and much louder thought echoes through Eddie’s brain: oh, shit.

(Many months ago, I wrote a tumblr post about Steve Harrington being a Bruce Springsteen enjoyer. This fic is about that.)

Takes place after season 4, Eddie and Steve are friend. Eddie’s love language is music. He’s a bit of a music snob, and doesn’t understand why Steve wants him to like his music. It takes a moment for it to click to Eddie what’s really going on. I love Eddie but sometimes you want to shake him like a snowglobe and oh my god, I’m shaking him so hard.

wasted crying by MixAddams (Ao3) @mixsethaddams (tumblr)

T | wc 6,471 | cw ow (light angst)

Summary: Steve just wants a buddy.

So why does it hurt so much when Eddie introduces everyone to his new girlfriend?

There’s a happy ending I swear! You’ll just want to bundle Steve up in a few blankets first. Post season 4, Eddie gets a girlfriend, and Steve is not jealous. Not at all. He just … misses being in the honeymoon phase of dating? No that can’t be right… is it? There’s a lot of good heartaches in this fic. I do want to share one of my favorite lines:

“I think so. Stuff like this is supposed to scare you, I think,” said Eddie. “It’s supposed to feel….”

Eddie took a breath and Steve watched his eyes move around as he searched for the words. Steve thought he might wait forever for him to find them.

“It’s supposed to feel like a leap, right?”

I can be pretty (why don’t you think I’m pretty?) by starsdontsleep (ao3)

T | wc 8,942 | no cw

Summary: When Eddie comes out as gay, he assures Steve that he doesn’t find him hot. Steve tells him it’s fine, he even teasingly asks what he should do to change that. It becomes a thing. A way to always make Eddie laugh, blush and relax around him—but as the days and weeks pass, Steve begins to realise that maybe there’s another reason why he cares so much that Eddie Munson finds him pretty.

Remember when I said I’m shaking Eddie like a snowglobe? I’m shaking Steve now. Steve, please tell me why you think you want Eddie to think you’re pretty? Why do you need to know what Eddie’s type? Steve’s only worried that Eddie doesn’t fully trust him with his sexuality. So Steve works to be the best ally… and definitely does not fall in love with his friend along the way.

clown music at the disco by fragilecapricorn (ao3)

M | wc 3,717 | no cw

Summary: “What the fuck are you doing here?” He nearly squawked, meaning for it to come out anyway other than that. The man turned around, and here he was. In a stare down with ghostly pale Steve Harrington, who was not only supposed to be straight, but was also in a MESH TANK TOP at Frankie’s on a Wednesday night.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He pauses, glancing around the room, small voice. “It’s disco night.”

Post Season 4, Eddie, Robin and Steve move to the Chicago. Eddie has a new habit of going to the bar on gay disco night, finding another brunette ex-jock to fill the Steve shaped hole in his heart. Until he runs into said brunette ex-jock at the same gay bar on disco night. 10/10 no notes I’ve read this like 5 times.

of all the gin joints by genesisofrhythm (Ao3)

e | wc 4,016 | cw: they fuck | spice level: I read this at my work desk in between meetings

Summary: “So, do you come here often?”

Steve choked at the familiar voice, turning abruptly. “Munson?”

“What’re you doing here?” Eddie asked, his mouth gaping open as he looked over at Steve.

Steve was surprised to see Eddie here as well. What were the odds of them both driving out of Hawkins to come to the same gay bar?

Or: Steve goes to a gay bar to support Robin, when he sees Eddie Munson. He can't tell Eddie the real reason he's there without outing Robin so he tells him he's bisexual. But Steve's totally straight... right?

Steve [Evan Buckley voice]: “I’m an ally ✊”

This is a fun fic, definitely Steve Harrington speed running a sexuality crisis. Good for him. (also I have a soft spot for fics that use fob lyrics as a title, forehead kisses for that)

Exactly What It Looks Like - BilbosMom (Ao3) @bilbosmom-belladonna (tumblr)

E | wc 31,517 | cw | spice level: I should not have read this at my desk 😳🥵

Summary: Steve makes a face at Eddie. “You've imagined doing stuff with a guy?”

“Yeah, man,” Eddie replies, spreading his hands wide. “Doesn't everyone?”

Steve tilts his head to the side as he thinks. Maybe not very often, but his freshman year when Davey Riggs had been swim team captain? Yeah, he had definitely imagined some stuff that had made trips to the locker room kinda awkward.

“Yeah, that's true,” Steve answers, nodding. “I wonder why everybody acts like it's so gross, though.”

In the summer of 1986, Steve and Eddie have some perfectly normal fun between a couple of perfectly normal dudes.

I’m honestly insane over this. Like, I’m going to be thinking about this for a long time. Post-Season 4, Eddie and Steve find themselves watching porn together. And it’s not weird at all if you jerk off next to your new best friend. And maybe it becomes a habit. And helping them out every once in a while isn’t weird. And maybe sucking his cock isn’t weird. Or fucking his thighs —

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