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nishithedevil · 4 months

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Right, sorry for the very long wait. As an apology this part is extra long :)

Capital Prince and District Princess

Lucy Gray x gn capital reader

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I wake up in the infirmary, as I open my eyes the first thing I see is Tigris and Sejanus sitting next to my bed. Tigris says my name as she puts her hand on my bicep.

I gasp for air, then say the first and only thing on my mind, "Lucy Gray? Is she..."

"She's alive." Tigris assured me before I started panicking.

I look around then ask, "What happened?", my memory hazy from the previous events that brought me here.

"It was a rebel bombing." starts Sejanus, "They must have been planning it for months. Four tributes were killed." I can see Tigris getting more and more uncomfortable as Sejanus spoke, while he was only looking down, probably trying to look at anything to calm him down even a little bit.

Tigris grabs my hand and rubs it as she whispers out, "Everyone's terrified, Y/N. People are locking themselves inside their houses. Felix Ravinstill's on life support."

After she says that, she turns her head towards Sejanus. He stiffens a bit before leaning in, "The rebels released a message. They said they wanted to tear down the symbol of the Hunger Games on live TV."

In the background, the news on the TV could be silently heard, "Marcus got out." Sejanus adds. "He's the only one. Peacekeepers are hunting him in the streets but at least he has a better chance out there than he would tomorrow."

I could hear his voice trembling, his eyes filling up with angry resentful tears.

"Tomorrow?" I ask, "They're not still going ahead with the games?"

Sejanus swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked at me, then down to the ground in disappointment, trying to hold back his tears.

"Oh fuck, Lucy Gray." I breathe out. "Lucy Gray could've run. But she saved me." I shake my hand, tears filling up in my eyes, still holding my cousin's hand.

We hear the TV, Lucky speaking, and he caught our attention, "The show will go on. And now our final tribute. I first met this young lady in the zoo not too long ago."

At that I start to slowly get up, my attention fully drawn to the small TV propped up opposite of me. "From district 12."

"Y/N. '' Tigris whispers, putting her hand on my shoulder as to not get up fast or make any other abrupt movements in my state. I put my hand on her hand as Lucky announces, "Lucy Gray Baird. Come out here with that guitar, you songbird." He waves her in, in front of the microphone he was standing behind.

Sejanus holds me under my arm while Tigris walks behind me as they help me stand and get closer to the TV, never taking my eyes off of it.

As Lucy Gray appears behind the microphone with a white guitar in her hands, there is a big cheer and applause from the audience.

She leans towards the microphone, "Good evening, Capital, Districts." I turn up the volume on the TV as she continued, "I wrote this song about a boy back in 12, and i hope he hears it."

She then began to sing, and despite this song being about someone else, I'm mesmerized. She continued to sing and I had to blink a few times to turn my attention to the small circle with the donation numbers in the right corner of the TV. And I couldn't believe it. The number was going up more and more with every string she strums and word she sings.

My focus shifted back to her, and now I could see behind her facade. She didn't seem to be enjoying this, the more i listened the more i could realize her words were forced, she had to do this, she took Corio's advice and actually sang just for the support she'd get in the arena tomorrow.

I look around between Sejanus and Tigris, then to the nurses a bit further down from us. Everyone had tears in their eyes, Lucy Gray herself also seemingly fighting her own emotions as she continued to sing.

When she finished her song, the audience all cheered as Lucky appeared on screen again, "Ding, ding, ding, Look at that. Record high for the evening. The Capital is definitely watching. People sending in donations. See what happens when you do stuff?" He asks Lucy Gray, standing behind her waving his cards around.

"Yeah." she answers him. "Now, I don't love your odds, but may they be in your favor." He tells her.

I turn my head towards Tigris on my left, then to my right to Sejanus, "Thank you for being here, both of you."

In the distant noise of the TV Lucky once again introduces Lucy Gray, "How wonderful this night is, that we all get to be here for someone's final performance. Ms. Lucy Gray, thank you. Go home, go to bed, get a good night's sleep. You've got a big day tomorrow." And with that I finally zone his voice out and turning my attention to Sejanus.

"It's what friends do." he says as Tigris leans onto my shoulder, "And where's Corio?" I ask them.

"He had to go to doctor Gaul for something important he's writing." Sejanus answers me.

"Y/N, I don't know what he's planning, but I don't have a good feeling about it." Tigris confesses.

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That night, after the whole town was asleep, I slowly wrapped myself in all black and silently went over to the arena for tomorrow's Hunger Games. If I was going to go through with my plan, I had to inspect the arena for myself, even if it was for a little while.

When I got there, I jumped over the bars, carefully trying not to trigger the female voice.

I slowly walked inside, carefully stepping around as to not step on something that'll give me away. I made my way to the center, looking around. Walking around I spotted a big hole on the ground, further away from the center. I slowly walked towards it and looked down. Taking the risk, i slid down. I dusted myself off and saw a sewer passageway. She could definitely hide here.

When I climbed outside the hole,with a lot of pressure and pain, I began walking around again. My search was unsuccessful though, I didn't find any other useful places. But as I began to leave, out of the corner of my eye I catch the moonlight shine on a nearby vent. I make my way towards it and open it. Looking behind me, I double check I'm still alone and crawl inside it. My whole body hurts, but I have to do this. For Lucy Gray.

I realize after crawling for a while, there's an end that is on the other side of the building, opposite of where the peacekeepers stand guard. I take a deep breath and dent the bars a little bit so I at least know where it is. Then I make a mental note of the path I took and crawl back to get out. I leave the building swiftly and make my way behind, to loosen the opening and then stick it back so it stays.

I leave without any traces left behind me. Knowing what I have to do, having my plan now 90% secured, I make my way to the zoo to tell Lucy Gray everything.

As I arrive to where they are, I whisper her name. Looking around I call out to her again. That's when I saw her running towards me. "Hey" I tell her. "You're alive." She breathes out as she grabs the bars.

"Those bombs, they have changed everything." I began telling her, "They blew the walls out. So that means you can escape, and I have made a perfect plan for you to do so. There's a hole down in the floor. Leads down to some tunnels. I've tried it and I want you to hide down there for the beginning. So the moment you hear that bell ring, you ignore the weapons in the middle and you run as fast as you can for that hole. And you find a place to hide down below. Alone."

"Alone? No."

"Yeah."

"Jessup's my friend."

"No Lucy Gray." I repeat, getting more worried. "The moment that bell rings, you can't trust anyone. Not even Jessup. Just lay low down there until it's safe to come out."

Lucy Gray looks at me, then whispers,"Thank you, for taking care of me."

"I can't let you die." I start, my voice genuine. "You saved me. You saved me, Lucy Gray." I look in her eyes and I can see tears start to fall down her soft cheeks. "I'm sorry." She closes her eyes looking down.

"Hey." I whisper softly, my heart breaking as more tears start to trickle down.

She takes a deep breath in and admits, "I'm more hopeful during the daytime, but when it gets dark, I just..."

I stop her, "It's okay." I take out my handkerchief and wipe her tears away. "It's okay. I am gonna get you out of here. I promise. Back to the Covey, okay?" I repeat my promise to her.

That's when she finally looks up and into my eyes and it's when I realize that I can feel her breath on my lips. I see her eyes flicker down to my lips and my breath hitches. It would have been a dream to kiss her soft lips.

She leans in, our nose touching, just a millimeter closer and we'd be kissing, but I pull my head away, looking down and away from her. She leans back a little, and when I return my gaze to her, she's looking at me with such a saddened expression that makes me angry even, that this is the situation she's in.

"Is this real?" I ask her honestly. "Just tell me if i'm going to risk everything. That song..."

She cut me off, "That song was payback, that's all. My old boyfriend, Billy Taupe, he was cheatin' on me with the mayor's daughter."

I connect the dots, "The girl from the Reaping."

Lucy Gray nods, "Yeah, she got crazy jealous. She had her Pa read my name up on that stage and now everyone will know what they did to me."

"Lucy Gray," I breathe out. She tilts her head a bit and looks me straight in my eyes, and despite everything, I can still see her fighting spirit behind those beautiful eyes. "Look, I have seen what war does to people, okay? I've seen it. That's why I need you to listen to what I'm about to say." She desperately looks at me and nods, waiting for me to continue.

"I just need you to survive the first wave. When you come out of that hole," I lean into her more and whisper, my voice going even lower, careful not to let anyone overhear us, "There's a vent right of the center when you're looking towards the entrance. Go in there, crawl inside it and, listen to me carefully, go straight, take the first right and don't stop. Then turn on your second left and don't stop. You'll find an opening. I loosened it for you. Do this at night, I'll come get you. Don't ask for more details, I will tell you after I get you out of there. Don't tell anyone, and don't try to bring anyone with you. Please. This is as risky for you as is for me."

When I finished, she gasped and put her hand on her mouth, stifling a cry. I grab her other hand in mine and kiss it. "It'll be okay, we'll be okay." She only nods trying her best to suppress her cries of relief. "Thank you." She croaks out to me.

"Hey." I say, "We're going to do this, together. We'll get out of here." I nod at her, bidding her good night and good luck for tomorrow.

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The next day as I was getting ready in my room, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!" I exclaim, and to my command Tigris opens the door.

"Oh hey, perfect timing. Close the door behind you, I have a favor to ask of you." She nods at that, closing the door and walking further inside the room.

As I button up my shirt, I exhale, "I know this is a lot to ask from you, but can you please just help me. You're the only one I can trust with this." Tigris looks at me, a confused expression on her face.

"Well go on then." She beckons me, and I take a step closer to her, lowering my voice, "A few days after the beginning of the games, I am going to help Lucy Gray escape. I will do that at night, so no one sees or hears anything, and I want to bring her here."

"Here?!" Tigris gasps, putting her hand on her mouth.

I shush her and continue, "Where else am i supposed to take her? Sure as hell not at school. The favor i want from you is to transform her. Make her look more masculine, i'll give her my clothes, just disguise her look unidentifiable. Just enough for me to take a train with her and let her go back to the districts without getting caught." I whisper to her, now standing very close to her. I was worried someone, anyone could overhear us.

Tigris looked at me, her hand still on her mouth, her eyes looking at me with a surprised expression. After a long silence, she finally said, "This is so serious Y/N, do you know what you're doing?" I look at her tight lipped, "Of course I do, but... but I can't let her die. If I can save her, then I will. Tigris please say you'll help me. I can't let Corio or grandma know about any of this."

Tigris doesn't say anything, just closes the gap between us and hugs me tightly, propping her head in the crook of my shoulder. "Yes. I will. Of course I will."

I exhale a big sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding in until then and tighten my grip on her, a silent action of appreciation. When we pull apart, I grab her by the shoulders, "Thank you. Thank you, Tigris, I'll never forget this."

Before me and Corio leave for the official start of the hunger games, we each hug our grandma na Tigris, since she didn't want to come and watch the horror that happens inside. I share one last glance with Tigris and then me and Corio are out of the door. As we enter through the doors and into the room we mentors and the audience will be sitting, everything began feeling so real, and I began doubting myself. That was until Sejanus came and patted me on the back, grounding me.

Everything was going to go as I planned, no setbacks, no doubts, no fear.

Until the bell rang and Lucy Gray managed to get in the hole I told her about, with....Jessup with her. God I told her. Fuck, okay, I just had to trust her. She had this. This is a team effort, I won't be the only one helping her survive, she'll get through this.

Sometime after Sejanus' tribute was killed, he disappeared. That night, Coriolanus did too. Only later did I find out where he actually went. He didn't come back until the other day, yet I stayed. Stayed to track every movement all the tributes made, looking for the right time to escape.

Early in the morning, before the sun had risen and the sky was still dark, Lucy Gray got out of the hole. She made her way to the vents like I told her so, but her footsteps were heard by the group of tributes that decided to band together and started chasing her. I held my breath, waiting to see if she'd make it. And she did, she managed to get behind it just in time before the girl caught up to her. They decided to camp outside the vents, waiting for her to come out soon. What everyone didn't know was that she wasn't going to come from there.

I stand up and leave, thankfully no one suspected anything. I slowly make my way outside and turn right, going behind the building to the bars I loosened. Carefully making sure no one was around I rounded up the building, taking out the cloak I took with me.

When I get there I move the rock under the bars and get up on it, looking around to double check no one is near. I then carefully, trying not to make any noise, remove the bars and low and behold, there stands Lucy Gray. Her eyes widen and tears begin filling them up. I lower the bars carefully before I extend my arms to help her get down. I give her a second to dust off and give her the cloak for her to put on. Knowing every secret passage in this town, I grab her hand and we run through all the dark alleys to my house.

All the way there we don’t exchange not even one word. Both understanding the importance of our mission. When I get in front of my door, I knock in a pattern only me and Tigris know. After a few seconds I hear the door opening, hoping it somehow isn’t grandma. I sigh in relief when it’s indeed Tigris opening the door. She hushes us inside and I don’t let go of Lucy Gray’s hand until we three are standing in my room, Tigris closing the door behind us.

Lucy Gray let’s go of my hand and jumps in my arms, the cloak still on her. She buries her head in the crook of my shoulders, and I can feel her damp cheeks.

I don’t know how long we stand there like that, but then Lucy Gray let’s go of me, and Tigris clears her throat behind me. “Listen Y/N. We need to be extra careful. Corio came back home earlier, you missed him by an hour. You need to stay quiet and-”

I cut her off, “I have everything planned out Tigris, don’t you worry. I bought 2 train tickets for tomorrow morning, in exactly-” I look at my wrist watch, showing the time right now was 3:56am, “2 hours and 34 minutes from now.” I finish, looking at her. “You can disguise her till then right?” She looks between me and Lucy Gray and nods, walking up to her.

Lucy Gray let’s her defenses fall, and she looks both exhausted and drained. “Go take a shower, Y/N will make up something for you to eat. After that I will give you a make over, no one will know it’s you.” Tigris promised and Lucy Gray only nodded.

We all went to do our task, Tigris getting new clothes and make up tools, Lucy Gray went into my bathroom to get rid of all the dirt and nastiness from the arena, and I made my way to the kitchen to prep something up for her. I couldn’t believe I actually managed to pull this off, and so swiftly. No one will suspect her being gone until it’s too late.

Right as I finish cooking, as quietly as possible as to not wake up grandma, despite how she sleeps like a log, Tigris comes out with Lucy Gray in tow, dressed in a loose shirt and some pants Tigris gave her, her hair damp and her eyes drooping.

“Here, eat up. Put something good in your system and get a little bit of energy. I wish I could let you sleep, but you can do that on the train ride.”

She only nods and begins eating. After her first bite she moans and looks at me with a smile, before beginning to stuff her face with it. Me and Tigris chuckle, but it doesn’t last long when reality set it. I stand up, leaving Lucy Gray with Tigris and I go into my room to pack a bag for the trip.

It was around 4:30am when Tigris sat Lucy Gray down to do her magic, while I just sat on my bed watching them. A comfortable silence filled the room, but after a while Lucy Gray finally spoke up, her voice hoarse, “Thank you both, for everything. I thought that the moment they called out my name in the Reaping, it was going to be my end. You saved me too Y/N.” I sit up on my bed from where I laid down, a soft smile tugging at my lips, “I guess now we’re even Lucy Gray.” And I caught a glimpse of a smile playing on her lips, “Yeah.” She breathed out, then stopped talking, letting Tigris work her magic.

“Ta-da. What do you think Y/N?” Tigris says after probably about an hour later. I sit up and stop in my tracks. It’s like I’m not looking at Lucy Gray anymore. It’s like she’s a different person. “Damn cousin, you outdid yourself. I can’t thank you enough.” I breathe out. She tied Lucy Gray’s hair up and with a hat, she’d fully pass as a guy, with her clothes and how much Tigris changed her face.

“If anyone asks, your name is Luke Snow. You are my cousin visiting me from abroad and wanted to check out the districts. If someone asks something else, leave it to me, okay?”

Lucy Gray nods at me and then her attention turns to Tigris, who grabbed a jacket and extended her hand to give it to her.

As she was putting it on, Tigris walked up to me and began, “Look Y/N, I don’t know when we will see each other after this, since I know that when people find out, you probably won’t even be able to be seen in the capital without facing the consequences.” I look at her, my expression saddening.

I put my hand on her shoulder, “I know, Tigris. I know. I’m aware of all the possibilities. I love you more than words can express, you have been the only family I could fully trust. I’m sorry things have to end this way. I’m sure you probably have guessed that I won’t be coming back any time soon. If some day in the future, we cross paths again, I would be the happiest. Thank you so much for everything, there aren’t enough words for me to tell you that. I love you, Tigris.” I say and pull her into a big hug. She buried her head in my shoulder and I felt her begin to cry. We both hugged each other even tighter and I felt tears forming in my eyes. This truly was goodbye. For now.

“No,” I say out of the blue. Tigris pulls away a bit and wipes her tears as she looks at me. I repeat, “No, this isn’t truly goodbye. I promise Tigris, I promise I will come find you again someday.” I swear to her, Lucy Gray tearing up behind her.

“Oh come here.” She says as she pulls into another tight hug before letting go, “Go on, go live your life. I’ll be fine here.” She pats me on the shoulder.

I smile at her, softly touching her cheek with my hand, before putting it down and turning my attention to Lucy Gray. “Are you ready?” I ask her.

“Yeah, Tigris gave me some extra clothes and cleaned my dress for me.” She then walked closer and hugged Tigris, “Thank you for the help. You have no idea how much it means for me.”

Tigris pat her on the back, releasing the hug, “No problem, any time. If you mean so much to Y/N, then you mean a lot to me too. I would gladly do anything for you both again. Good luck on your journey.”

I slang my bag over my shoulder, Lucy Gray’s bag in my other hand. We make our way to the door as Lucy Gray puts the hood of her jacket on. We hug one last time and bid farewell.

Our ride to the train station was uneventful. When we arrived at the station we checked our tickets in and it was already 6:15am. We sat there waiting for the train to come and then….

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thomasisaslut · 9 months

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Lucius Malfoy x F!Reader

Masquerade

Word Count: 2.5k

Includes: Hair-pulling, Legilimency, Rough sex, Spanking, Choking, Overstimulation.

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"[First Name]!" You hear Draco's voice as you enter through the doors of the large Malfoy manor.

You sigh, clearly Draco can't be fooled by your mask, he really knew you too well.

"Draco," You smile at him as he approaches you.

"Great party."

He smiles proudly. "I know, I designed the whole thing."

"Really? Good job, Dray." You smile and take in his appearance, his suit was black and clearly expensive. It had beautiful silver embroidery along with the Malfoy crest on his right bicep and entire backside, it also had a rich green as a secondary color, lapping and intwining into a snake around the crest. Not to mention his masquerade mask that matched perfectly, it was black and green—silver accents to flow as a stunning outfit.

"Was your suit custom tailored?" You ask him, you knew the answer already though.

"Yes, Father sent it to our personal tailor to get it made." He smirks then hooks his arm around your own.

"I can't help but to notice your outfit as well, [First Name]. It's quite beautiful."

Your dress was a beautiful jade color with golden aspects, the straps and midsection of the gown were covered in small emeralds, it also fades down towards the end of the magnificent dress, by your heels were emeralds flowing up the dress to connect with the midsection. Not to mention your jewelry matched perfectly. You had a golden necklace with small specs of shattered crystals blended into it, your earrings and bracelets matched as well. Also, your golden mask was the same.

"Thank you, Draco."

"Of course, care for a dance?" He smiles, letting go of your arm to offer out his hand.

"Take me away." You smile back and place your hand in his own, once the two hands are intwined he moves you over to the dance floor in the room.

The two of you sway together in a traditional ball style dance, soon others join in but your eyes fall on someone in the corner of the ball room—Lucius Malfoy.

You couldn't help but to look. His hair was up and back tied with a black ribbon, his outfit the same as Draco's except his was golden—much more expensive—his mask matched his outfit as well. But what is the most distracting is the fact that his facial features are much more revealed with his hair back, even with a mask covering his upper face. He cocks his head to the side and take a sip from a small glass in his hand, it seems to be whiskey but you can't tell. His adam apple bobs as he drinks the liquor, his jawline define and covered with newly grown facial hair. It looks hot.

"Having fun are you?" Draco asks, your attention snaps back to him.

"Indeed." You reply, the two of you still dancing until the music halts, the room stops as the music does. The room turns their head to where the clink of a glass is, there stands Narcissa Malfoy-Black. You can tell by her hair and figure.

She stops clinging her glass with the knife and speaks.

"I would like to thank you all for coming." She removes her masquerade mask then continues to talk.

"I personally would like to congratulate my son for being able to graduate at such a high level—as valedictorian." The room applauses, you smile at Draco and he walks towards his mother.

You notice Lucius isn't with the rest of his family so you glance to where he was before to see him looking right back at you. You also notice a small smirk plastered across his face as he takes a final sip of his whiskey.

The only thing that snapped you away from your trance was the sound of your friends voice.

"Thank you all," Draco speaks proudly, his mothers arm hooked around his own as she smiles proudly at him.

"I am so happy you have all managed to make this event," He too removes his ball mask.

"I would also like to announce my betrothal, Astoria Greengrass." The girl he mentioned steps up beside him, she was wearing a beautiful sky blue dress crested with white, shiny, pearls. Her mask was the purest of whites that matched her gloves and other accessories. She removes her mask and smiles at the gathering.

The two of them continue to ramble and you finally get sick of it, you walk over to where some of the house elves are serving liquors to get a glass of your own, that is until you hear a voice you recognize.

"Ms. [Last Name]?" Lucius asks from behind you, you look over your shoulder then turn around.

"Mr. Malfoy," You smile at him, but luckily the masquerade mask covers your annoyance.

"Are you certain you're old enough to drink, dear?" He smirks, clearly teasing—after all, he has known you for some time now.

"I'm 19, sir. Are you sure you're not too old to drink, dear?" You mock, teasing him right back.

He chuckles. "You have always been feisty, I like that." He smirks once again, grabbing two glasses from a passing by house elf—he hands one too you.

"Champagne, I'm sure you can handle that, Ms. [Last Name]?" Lucius' tone is very... seductive.

You nod and take the glass from his hand, your fingers brushing over his knuckles as you take the champagne.

The two of you cheers then take sips from your glasses.

"Tell me, darling." He turns towards you, now standing directly in front of you so no one else in the ball room could see your face if they looked over.

"Why were you looking—no—staring at me the entire time you were dancing with my son?"

Your cheeks flush beneath the golden mask.

"Your hair is very neat this way, Mr. Malfoy." You say, while you do think that is true it's not the real reason. After all, you can't just say you were imagining Draco as him.

"Oh? You imagined my son to be me?" He smirks as he watched your cheeks grow from pink to red in under a second.

"Excuse me, sir?" You ask, baffled at how he knew.

He smirks and uses his index finger to cup your chin, making you look up at his larger figure.

"Legilimency, darling, I work at the ministry." He moves his hand so it's now on your throat.

"Tell me, amour, what other thoughts do you have about me?" Lucius grins.

Dirty ones.

You notice his own cheeks flush—only a bit, a light dusty pink—and he smirks again.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Malfoy..." You mutter, your eyes still locked on his ocean blue ones as he holds you by your throat.

"What for, amour?" He moves to whisper by your ear. "I'm sure we can make those thoughts a reality." He then presses a light kiss under your ear before pulling away and finishing his champagne glass and turning around towards the rest of the party.

You go to reply when you get cut off.

"[First Name]!" Draco says, he clearly didn't see anything that his father did to you, especially the kiss.

"Care for one more dance before it hits midnight?"

"O-Of course, Dray." You smile at him, your thoughts now polluted by thoughts of his father—Lucius.

The two of you make your way back towards the dance floor, spinning and twirling as you did before except now you make sure to remain eye contact with Lucius. Smirking at him as you plant a small peck to Draco's cheek, you can see the older man clutch his whiskey glass so hard it almost shatters in his hand.

Around 5 minutes pass of you and Draco swaying on the ball room floor before you see Lucius approaching you too, his gaze hardened under his black mask.

"Son, may I have a word with Ms. [Last Name]?" He asks, but his tone is not questionable, its a demand.

"Of course fath-"

Draco gets cut off as Lucius grabs your wrist, quite tightly at that. He drags you off into a large room attached to the party's room. Once in the room your back is pinned to the wall, your hands held above your head by one of his large palms.

"Mr. Mal-"

"You flirt with my son after having fantasies about me?" He snaps.

You say nothing and just stare at him, his beautiful features now fully revealed—his mask is off.

"Answer me, [First Name]."

"I wasn't flirting-"

"Yes you were." He uses his free hand to grab your jaw, making you look up at him again.

"Now tell me, why." Lucius asks demandingly.

"I wanted your attention..."

"Well you got it." He snaps, pushing your chest down onto a nearby couch-back. You're now bent over the couch.

"I think you deserve a punishment for being naughty, don't you think so, amour?" His hands rests on your hips as he smirks down at you.

You nod.

"Not good enough, dear," His hand connects with your rear in a punishable spank.

"Use your words, sweetheart."

"Y-Yes..." You whimper, both liking and disliking the feeling on your lower half.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir!" You whine, his hand connects with your other butt-cheek.

"Good, amour." He moves a step closer so his crotch is rubbing against your behind as you're bent over the couch.

"You're going to count aloud how many spanks you receive. If you mess up... well sweetheart, we restart." He smirks.

You nod, understanding. Even with the awkward and painful situation you can't help but feel turned on, a sudden wetness forming in your folds.

"Good job, darling." He says before connected his hand to your ass.

"T-Three..." You mutter out as your hands clutch onto the side of the couch tightly.

He spanks you again,

"Four!" You cry out, some tears slipping from your eyelids.

His hand connects with your rear repetitively until you reach 20 full spanks, by the end of the punishment your cheeks are sore and red.

His hands are now massaging and soothing your rear as he speaks.

"You did so well, amour. Now how about we start the fun part?" He flips you around then moves you over to the other side of the couch, now setting you on your back, he moves between your legs.

He looks back up at you for confirmation.

"Please, sir..." You whimper, wanting to feel him.

He smirks, flipping up the train of your dress.

"Beautiful..."

His hands find their way to your panties, sliding then off of you and tossing them to the floor.

"Are you a virgin, [First Name]?" He asks, curious.

You shake your head no, he smirk's wider.

"Well... that's a shocker considering how dripping wet you are for me, amour." He says before slipping his index finger into your tight cunt.

You moan from the sudden insertion.

"And such good reactions... my, you're perfect..." He smirks then proceeds to slip in a second finger, now making a scissoring motion with his two large fingers.

"More, sir.. please!" You beg and he withdraws your fingers.

"But you've been so bad, dear."

God, he is just evil.

"I can't let you go unpunished,"

"But you spanked me, sir!" You whine.

"That was just the beginning, sweetheart." He grins before slamming three fingers into you, spreading you wider. He withdraws his hand again before flipping you over, Lucius quickly unzips your dress before ripping it off of you, throwing it to the floor with your panties you're now left nude before him.

Lucius then flips you back over, your perky tits now hard and on full display.

His hand connects with your right nipple before he uses his lips to suck and nip on the left.

You moan loudly, throwing your hands to his pure blonde locks.

"P-Please sir! I need more... I need you!" You beg.

He doesn't reply, instead he slows his pace, his tongue just barely grazing your hard nub, his hand now only pinching your right one as his left hand slides down to your pussy.

His fingers slide back into you, now toying with both your privates.

"Sir!" You moan and whine, your grip increasing on his hair.

"I need you, please!"

He finally let's your nipple slip from his mouth, his left hand sliding out of your wet cunt and his right falls from your tit.

"Are you sure you can take me, amour? I won't be gentle for the shit you pulled."

"Please!" Is the only word that falls from your mouth before his thick cock is slammed into you—completely bottoming out into you, he begins to thrust—not allowing you to adjust to the size.

"Oh? Something wrong, dear?" He teases as he sees tears forming in your eyes.

"Because I recall you begging for me to start."

Your mouth can't form words, your moan overtake your body as pleasure and pain spreads through it, the roughness from his thrusts is almost to much to take—almost.

"You take me so well, amour." He whispers into your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck—leaving a large hickey, he then begins to make love to your neck, the same roughness as he does with his pounds to your cunt.

He then moves you so you're riding him.

"It's time for you to do some work."

You groan and moan before rocking your hips, his cocks head hitting your cervix, you look down to see you're not even fully sat on his large member.

"Oh? Is there an issue?" He teases again, slamming your lips together as be bucks his hips up to match your rocking. The two of you now harmonized.

10 minutes of you riding him passes before he finally pushes you down onto your back again. You can feel yourself slipping, needing to release, you can tell he does too by the way his thrusts are getting more sloppy and less coordinated.

"Take it." He says before cumming deep inside of your tight little cunt.

You moan loudly as you feel his seed fill you up, your own release following.

"Lucius!" You shout as you climax, his cock still inside of you as he moves you to sit on his lap again. He then speaks.

"Im not done with you yet, darling."

He bucks his hips up, your head falling to his shoulder as you feel overstimulated.

"Please, sir... I can't-"

"Yes you can slut." He snaps, moving against you again and again, pounding and slamming into you as he holds your hips down.

Oh, how you love this.

"S-Shit.. [First Name]!" He shouts as he releases a second load into your overused pussy.

He then cups your cheeks, moving you off his lap he slides out of you, kissing your temple then forehead.

"Are you alright, amour?"

You nod,

"I'm fine... just dazed." You chuckle, he wraps his arms around you in a tight reassuring embrace.

"You were so well for me, sweetheart." He whispers, kissing your bruised neck and jaw.

You smile, completely spent and tired.

"Now, Ms. [Last Name]. I do believe we have a party to get back to?" He smirks.

Oh how evil this man can truly be.

#lucius malfoy #lucius x reader #lucius malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #smut #narcissa malfoy #astoria greengrass #background characters #masquerade mask

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sstormyskyess · 6 months

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Spooky Season

author's note: happy halloween fellas! hope that your halloweens are filled with candy and fun costumes just like the boys here!

cw: just fluff

word count: 1300+

TF 141 x GN!Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley [costume parties]

♡ Ghost loves dressing up in a fun costume every year because it lets him both take part in the festivities while also keeping his comfortable sense of anonymity.

♡ Even if it's just a face of nicely done make-up you decorated his face with, just having anything covering him up keeps him feeling secure. It’s only a bonus to watch your cute little focused face as you’re applying the make-up, telling him to quit smiling so much so you can get everything lined up properly.

You have a smile on your face when you show Simon the costume you bought for him. A Frankenstein’s monster costume—in the largest size, of course—to match with your mad doctor costume. He took it from your hands with a chuckle. “How long did it take you to find this?” You laugh and set down your own costume on the bed. “An hour or so. You’re too big for your own good.”

Soon enough, you have his make-up done just right and his outfit straightened out just so. Then, you’re on your way to the party that Laswell and her wife were holding. “Love, I’m trying to drive.” He scolds you when your finger comes up to brush at his face and clean up some of your handiwork that had gotten smudged at some point. “You have to look perfect! Just gimme a sec…”

Once you get to the party, you immediately start getting compliments on your costumes and your face beams with pride, putting a little smile on his face. After a couple hours of mingling and indulging in snacks, candy, and Halloween-themed cocktails, you’re sitting on the couch together and the costume contest starts. It’s a close match between yours and Price’s dragon costume, but the final vote places you and Simon at the top.

He revels in the way your face lights up when the results are announced, dragging him up to the front of the room to get a little round of applause. His cheeks warm up and he silently thanks your make-up skills, since the face paint covers up the way his cheeks turn pink from the attention.

John “Soap” Mactavish [scary movies]

♡ Despite the fact that Soap is a massive scaredy-cat when it comes to spooky Halloween movies, he adores watching them just for the adrenaline rush.

♡ They’re even more fun when he has someone to grab onto when he inevitably falls to his weakness to jumpscares; once you’re dating, you will be the unfortunate victim to his antics. Half of the movie you’re getting jostled around because of his big arms wrapped around you when he’s freaking out from the monster that just popped out of a closet all of a sudden.

You yelp, not at the jumpscare on screen but because, for what felt like the hundredth time, Johnny has yanked you to his side with a shrill scream. “Oh, Christ—!” He squeezes onto you tight, pushing the air from your lungs. The evil ghost just jumped at the screen with a grumbly roar and now one of the main characters on-screen is getting mauled to death. Yikes.

“Johnny, you look like you’re about to piss yourself!” You laugh, a pout on his lips from your teasing. “It’s scary!” He wails, despite his eyes still locked on the screen and watching with suspense. You wrap your fingers around the bicep currently crushing you and give it a squeeze. “You’ll be okay, handsome. Now can you let go of me?” Johnny just nuzzles closer and squeezes you harder. “I can’t! What if the ghost gets me?” His pout dramatically deepens and you sigh.

“Well, if you squeeze me to death just know that I’ll be haunting you for as long as you live.” You muse, resting your head on his. His eyes snap to you and widen at that little comment. “You wouldn’t. Right?” He gives you an incredulous look. “I dunno, baby, if you keep choking me out like this you’ll just have to find out.” He gasps and huffs childishly, grumbling into your shoulder about how mean you are.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick [apple picking]

♡ Gaz loves apple pie. It reminds him of his childhood so he makes it a yearly tradition to make at least one [he will eat more than one whole pie by himself] pie every autumn.

♡ The first autumn after you started dating, he saw a couple online going to an apple orchard for a date and he knew he needed to take you on a date just like that. You end up coming back home with enough apples to make as many pies as your hearts desire.

“Kyle! We’re not gonna have enough apples if you keep eating all of them!” You scold your boyfriend, watching him shrug and take another bite out of the apple in his hand. “We have plenty, sweetheart, don’t worry!” He said between crunching down on the bite he took. You shake your head and take the canvas bag full of the apples you picked just a couple hours ago away from the kitchen table, much to his dismay.

He follows you like a lost puppy and puts his chin on your shoulder while you prepare the homemade pie crust, pressing it into the pie tin. “How long is the pie gonna bake?” He asks with his hands on your hips. You pick up your phone and scan the recipe quickly. “Um… one hour.” Kyle groans. “That’s so long.” He whines.

You roll your eyes and turn back to getting the pie crust squared away before you get booped on the nose by Kyle’s flour-covered fingertip. You gasp and look back at him with a playfully offended glare. “Oh, it’s on now.” You grin and pinch some flour between your fingers to flick it at him with a giggle. It takes a good fifteen minutes before you’re finally able to get back to making the perfect pie, the two of you somehow ending up play-wrestling on the living room floor with your giddy laughter filling the room.

John Price [pumpkin carving]

♡ At this point in his life, Price has perfected the art of picking a good pumpkin to use for all the recipes he loves: pumpkin bread, pumpkin soup, even just fresh roasted pumpkin seeds.

♡ He gets to use his uncanny talents even more when you eventually drag him out to a pumpkin patch to find the perfect pumpkin to carve into a jack-o-lantern. He’s all smiles as he watches you crouch down to pick up and assess each one, giving you little tips along the way.

“Be careful with the knife, doll!” John calls from the kitchen. You roll your eyes and start to cut into the top of the pumpkin along the line you traced with a washable paint marker. “I’m not a baby, John!” You reply, a playful annoyance in your tone. He chuckles when he walks back in, watching your eyes squint while you try to cut the hole perfectly, fully focused.

He takes a seat at the table across from you, placing the pumpkin carving kit down in front of him and waiting for you to finish the first cut. "Did you pick a face for him?" He hums in thought when you pull your phone up and show him a picture of the design you picked out from your short Google search. “It’s a bit complicated, yeah?” You scoff and put a hand to your chest with a confident grin. “I can handle it, no problem!”

The night ends with your original pumpkin being used for pumpkin puree because you managed to goof up the design on your first try. You’re a bit down after having to use another pumpkin, but John is extra supportive of you the whole way through. By the time you put the candles in the bottom of the freshly made jack-o-lantern and put it on the porch, John has made the both of you a pot of pumpkin soup that you eat up the rest of the night.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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ahundredtimesover · 1 year

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Missing our plm couple extra today. Wonder what they’re doing 🫶🏼

I’ve had this on my drafts for a while and decided to finish it with the image of long-haired and glasses JK in mind. It sort of sets up the stage for the The Fight as well. I hope you enjoy 🥰

Title: Please Love Me Bonus 06 - I tell you everything.

WC: 4,421

Tags/Warnings: suggestive

Series Masterlist

Five minutes. Jungkook’s phone pings.

No 10.

Or maybe 15 sorry hun I’m still packing up but also it’s the last day of class so everyone’s chatting it up oh you can come in if you want! Another ping.

Jungkook laughs at your run-on sentences and knows you’ll be cringing at them later. But he’s also imagining you looking a little stressed, trying to multitask between fixing your tools and saying your goodbyes to your classmates.

He turns off the engine and exits the car. It’s when he gets another message - Kook, can you come? I need help with my things 🥺 - that he jogs the block to the art studio and makes a left to the hallway where your class is.

He looks around, in awe of how the decor at the west wing quickly changes. In the half year that you’ve been enrolled in your drawing class, he’s visited you a few times and each time, the art pieces hanging on the wall have been different. He’d spied a few of yours, too, and he’d spent too much time just admiring your work and imagining what inspired you or what you were thinking, something he always asked you about later on.

But one other thing he likes to do when he picks you up is peek through the half-wall window and not-so-creepily watch you work on your piece - focused eyes surrounded by your soft features, with only a look of determination mixed with pure passion for the craft. You did say you’ve come to love drawing after all.

It’s through his visits that your classmates have come to know him, too - that first time, one asked if he was the nude art model and another yelled they wished he was. Jungkook didn’t miss your slightly embarrassed and flushed face when you finally claimed him as your husband. The room melted into a puddle, with oohs and ahhs reverberating through the walls when he greeted you with a forehead kiss and picked up your things as he often does.

Jungkook does all those again today. He sees one of your pieces and imagines what you were thinking of as you painted the sky green, then he turns to the room where the sound of applause catches his attention. But then his smile - the one he’s been sporting since this afternoon when he got to free up his evening so he could attend your event with you tonight - fades, his eyebrows furrowing and a pout forming on his face.

He’s familiarized himself with all your classmates and colleagues, and that half-naked man with firm pectorals and large biceps and chiseled jaw and sharp nose is definitely not one of them.

Back inside, you’re busy putting away all your pencils giggling at the light banter between your classmates. You’d asked Jungkook to help you with some of your things and you know he’s probably waiting outside.

Before your gaze wanders outside, you look around the room and meet deep-set, hazelnut eyes - intense and paralyzing as they bore into you. You’re quite surprised, and as you zip up your bag, you accidentally hit your easel. You shut your eyes as reflex, ready for it to make that sound as it hits the floor.

But it doesn’t.

“You nervous or something?”

The man’s voice is deep. It’s familiar, and as you look up, you know why it is.

He’s putting in place the easel that you almost knocked over. He’s got a smirk on, and you wonder if your flushed form has anything to do with it. You didn’t really expect that the man whose backside you were drawing just minutes ago would be speaking to you. The models for your nude drawing class don’t exactly interact with the artists - it’s kind of weird to do that when strangers have basically seen every part of you.

But he’s here in front of you with a twinkle in his eyes that have now softened, and you’re only able to shake your head. Sure, he's handsome, but he’s also still half-naked - you’re not exactly sure how to process that outside of your drawing bubble.

“You’re rushing, then?” He asks.

“Uh, sort of?” You chuckle, relaxing a little as you try to focus on just his face.

“That’s a shame. I heard that Mrs. Yang’s treating your class to dinner and she invited me. I was really hoping I’d see you there,” he replies.

“Oh? I’ve got an event tonight. Is there something you wanted to tell me?”

“Sort of,” he chuckles now. “I’ve modeled for some of her other classes and no one draws me quite like you do. They seem so real and so intimate. Mrs. Yang said I could personally ask you if I could bring home your drawings of me. I like how you’re able to capture the—”

He’s cut off by the sound of a throat clearing and Jungkook turning you towards him with a deep kiss on your lips, his hand gripping your waist tightly as he lingers on your skin.

“Hey, babe,” he says.

“Kook,” you blink up at him, surprised again by the desperation in his actions. “Hi,” you recover, smiling at his presence despite the scowl on his face.

“You ready to go?” He sounds in a hurry, uninterested.

“Yeah, I was just talking to Samuel. He was asking for my drawings of him.”

“Is he now?” Jungkook arches an eyebrow and crosses his arms. He looks up and down the man in question who still has a smirk on his face.

“I am,” Samuel replies, assessing your husband from head to toe just the same. “___ draws me so beautifully. Her pieces make the hours-long process of posing nude all worth it. She’s got an amazing eye, among other things.”

If you didn’t really care much for him earlier, now, you don’t care much for him at all. You want to tell him off for how shameless he’s being, but the selfish and silly part of you wants to know how your husband would react and well, follow up that sudden kiss he gave you to get your attention.

“She does,” Jungkook replies. “She’s obviously talented but she’s also had some practice. I mean, I’m her muse when it comes to this… nude drawing thing and yeah, I know all about posing for so long being worth it.”

Jungkook gives you a naughty smile and you know exactly what he’s thinking about. “It’s quite the gift when you’re married to an artist, you know?”

“Ah, you’re married, I see,” Samuel hums, glancing at your left hand that’s now sporting the ring that you remove every time you draw or paint. “That’s good. For both of you. Not for me but yeah, I shouldn’t be surprised,” he turns to you, chuckling now, realizing at how stupid he seemed. “But can I still keep the artwork, if that’s okay and not weird for your husband?”

“Her work, her choice,” Jungkook responds.

“Sure, if it’s as nice as you say it,” you shrug, not minding much. It’s always a compliment when your model reacts that way to your final output. “You can just ask Mrs. Yang for them.”

“It is, I truly mean it,” Samuel smiles more genuinely this time. “And yes, I’ll choose the best one, although that might be difficult. They’re all great.”

“Thank you, Samuel,” you grin, not interested to keep this on. “I’ll get going now. It was a pleasure.”

“It was. I hope to see you around,” he smirks again, and you don’t miss the scowl that graces your husband’s face once more.

You wave goodbye to your classmates and tell them you’ll catch up with them another time. It’s when you exit the building that you turn to Jungkook, his frowned expression turning into a pout.

“What was that, Mr. Jeon?” You giggle.

“What?” He’s defensive, even as he takes your hand and leads you down the street.

“Don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing with that kiss and head-to-toe look and hidden meanings in your words, hmm? Are you threatened?”

You’re teasing, a rarity for you because Jungkook does get quite jealous and you’ve never wanted to push him, but something about him in his work attire, rolled up sleeves with tattoos exposed and all that makes you want to just try. He looks tough like this, especially with his hair that he’s growing out, but the glasses he’s been wearing more frequently just makes him adorable. It’s a kind of sexy that you’ve been enjoying lately.

“Just never seen him before,” he shrugs. “And he was obviously flirting with you. Like, ‘you’ve got a great eye among other things’? What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Yeah, I thought he was just being friendly until that,” you laugh. “He’s modeled just 3 times including today. He’s apparently an artist, too, so he knows a lot about forms and stuff. So that’s kind of nice, being complimented like that.”

“Hmm, probably. You also couldn’t stop looking at him.”

“Hey!” You nudge Jungkook. “It’s only because his body is so overwhelming, you know?”

“And what about mine?” He frowns.

“Perfect - just the way I like it,” you turn towards him, stopping him in his tracks so he could look at you and see the love in your eyes. “You, my dear husband, are the most handsome and sexiest being in this world, with or without clothes, and I absolutely adore every inch of you, every ridge and every dip and every beauty mark and every scar.”

You cup his cheeks and feel them rise to his eyes as he can’t help but smile at your words.

“No need to worry, okay?” You assure. “Classes are over and I’m satisfied with my nude drawing abilities already, especially with the muse I’ve got.” You wink, liking how he blushes. He takes your hand and lovingly kisses it before kissing your forehead.

“Hmm, might want to draw me again soon so that this is the only nude body you’ll remember,” he winks.

“Oh trust me, this is the only nude body I remember,” you respond, resting your palms on his chest.

He takes the opportunity to pull you closer, his warm breath tingling your skin. “Good. I’ll keep reminding you though, maybe tonight? Or right when we get home?” He hums in satisfaction and kisses your lips.

You giggle in his hold. “Kook, we’re in public,” you remind him, as an old woman chuckles as she passes by you both.

“I don’t care,” he huffs.

“I do,” you answer, though your words don’t have a bite in them.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he arches a brow.

“Do I need to?” You tease, tracing his defined pecs underneath his silk polo as you bite your lip.

“Fuck, let’s go.”

You arrive at the grand estate of Mr. Lee that’s right at the edge of the city. It took a while to get here, as you and Jungkook took too much time feeling each other up before you actually got dressed, but it was something you didn’t mind. He gets riled up when he gets jealous, and you’d shyly told him it was quite a turn on. You would’ve passed up on this event if it wasn’t so important to you, and he understood. He promised to continue what you’d both started after, though, and that really got you smiling.

The mansion is buzzing. Clanking sounds of champagne flutes, soft munching of canapés, and laughter and conversations fill the grand room and the hallways nearby. There are many familiar people - and not because you know them from the art world, you know them because of your family and Jungkook’s. Those present in the viewing of Mr. Lee’s private art collection are big names in the business and entertainment industry, after all. But they’re here by personal invitation and their appreciation of art, including you.

It’s a twice a year event, and you’re lucky that one of Mr. Lee’s granddaughters is currently your student in the weekly art class for children that you’ve been teaching for the past few months. Her mother befriended you and was kind enough to invite you tonight, and you couldn’t be happier, especially when Jungkook messaged you earlier that he was able to free up his evening to accompany you here. You’ve been busy with various projects on top of the classes you take and conduct, and you wanted to spend time with your husband, even if half the time you’d be gushing about the pieces anyway, something he said he wouldn’t mind at all.

You find your way to look at a contemporary piece, telling Jungkook about the artist, when someone calls your name. You turn to the side and see a familiar face.

“Chi-won,” you smile. “It’s good to see you here.”

You return the hug that the man gives you and introduce your husband.

“You, too, although I figured you’d be here,” he grins. “You’re why I got invited in the first place. I heard you recommended the tattoo shop to Mr. Lee’s daughter. She came a few weeks ago and found out I collect art, too, and she invited me tonight. So thank you.”

“Ah, that’s wonderful,” you chirp. “She said her friends aren’t into the arts so she gives the invitations to even acquaintances whom she thinks would appreciate it. I’m glad you get to witness this, too. It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

Jungkook zones out a little once you and your friend start talking about the artists whose works are displayed in the estate. Somehow, art talk is only interesting to him when it’s you who’s talking, so he lets his mind wander a bit until he hears the words that sort of knock him out.

“Loving the tattoo, by the way. It looks really great now that it’s healed,” the man says.

Saying it’s great means he’s looking at it, and looking at it means he’s got his eyes on the colored ink painted on the valley between your breasts. Much as Jungkook adores the low-cut neckline of your wine-colored satin dress, that obviously also means that other people get a peek at it, too. The tattoo is beautiful - it’s his birth flower, after all, and he feels blessed everyday that you got it because of him, and that he gets to marvel at it every single day. He just doesn’t like the thought of others having that opportunity, too.

“Thank you,” you gush. “You’ve got amazing people at the shop, and that’s because of you. I really love it, and so does my husband. Right, Kook?”

You turn to him and Jungkook manages a curt nod and an almost-whisper of “of course.” Is… is he the man who put this on you?

You and Chi-won say your goodbyes as he heads to the other wing, and you turn to Jungkook with his curious look mixed with a tinge of nervousness.

“He’s a tattoo artist at the shop where I got the flower done,” you say, realizing what your statement could imply once Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Oh! He didn’t tattoo me, Kook. He just owns the shop,” you explain, not wanting your husband to worry that another man got to see your bare chest. Jungkook’s face relaxes and you hear his sigh of relief. “I told you I’d get a woman to do it even if you didn’t ask for it. I don’t exactly want to expose my body to another man, you know?”

“Just me, huh?” Jungkook shyly smiles now.

“Of course, honey. No one else.” You kiss his nose and like how his eyes close and how his features soften at the act.

You both continue the tour around the mansion. There’s an entire area dedicated to all the pieces - paintings, sculptures, mixed media art - and you gush at each one. Somehow Jungkook feels like it’s just you and him in your own little bubble. Even with the people you greet every once in a while, you choose to experience the collection with just him, even if you know he doesn’t understand half of the things you’re explaining - he’s said he likes just hearing the tone of your voice and the way your eyes crinkle when you talk about the things that make you happy.

Unfortunately, he has to burst that, as he takes an important work call and excuses himself. It takes 15 minutes but when he returns, there you are with yet another man gushing over you, it seems like, as the tall man with incredibly strong features and perfect hair shows you photos from his phone and laughs along with you.

Jungkook stands there, not wanting to burst the bubble you have with another person who gets you, in that sense - someone who gets your art, your world, your passion, and who gets to respond to you with more than just “ah, that’s cool,” the way he does. So he lets you have your moment, your space. He’ll step in in a while, he tells himself.

“Why is it that every time I see you in one of these things, you’ve always got that look on your face as you watch your wife socialize with another man from afar?”

Jungkook knows the voice before he even turns to the side and finds Kim Namjoon, your brother’s close friend and a staple in these events as an art collector himself. He’s become familiar to Jungkook, too, finding him during the times when he’s stuck on his spot as he chooses to observe you from afar. Because the man’s right - this happens more frequently than Jungkook likes to admit.

“It comes with marrying a talented and beautiful woman, I guess,” Jungkook chuckles. “I’m used to it.”

“Well, it’s her world and she stands out,” Namjoon responds.

“She stands out anywhere, actually, with anyone,” Jungkook responds, letting the thought settle in before he continues. “The man’s this big shot executive and a single dad. His 5-year old is in her art class and the kid adores her so I don’t blame the guy for admiring my wife. She’s great with kids.”

“Is it really admiration, though? Looks like he’s just showing off his son to her,” Namjoon observes, as the man holds up his phone to show you various photos to both of your delight. You’re laughing along with the man, smiling as he shows more.

“Yeah? I mean, look at the way he looks at her,” Jungkook responds.

He should be used to it by now. You have a comforting charm about you, and if he wasn’t a stuck up teenager, he would’ve realized that very early on. But no; he’d shut you out and only got to see just how good it is to be around you once he’d married you.

Your students in art class are a testament to that - it’s no wonder you were asked to add another schedule because the kids enjoy your sessions that much. Their parents are a testament to that as well. Even strangers are. But it hits differently, as he sees how the man softly watches you laugh and coo at his own son. There’s a certain glow on your face when it comes to children - Jungkook won’t blame anyone for finding that beautiful.

“Hmm, it’s nothing compared to the way she looks at you, though,” Namjoon says. “You’d be laughing or something, or socializing when you’re in your world, and she’d be looking at you with the brightest stars in her eyes.”

Jungkook looks at the older man with questioning eyes.

“I’ve been to some of your family’s galas, Jungkook. She hangs with me sometimes when you’re off to do your duties, and it always made me smile how adoringly she looked at you, whether up close or from afar.”

“That’s, uh… that’s nice to know,” Jungkook hums, feeling his heartbeat quicken.

“And it shouldn’t be news to you anymore. She may be catching a lot of people’s attention but at the end of day, all she wants is you.”

And right on cue, you look around and find him, your soft eyes asking if he’s okay. Jungkook nods - to you and to Namjoon’s suggestion of going over to you.

“Hey, hun,” you take his hand as he gets closer. “This is Woobin, Sunoo’s dad. He was just showing me photos of them painting the new playroom.” You turn to the other man. “This is Jungkook, my husband.”

“Hi,” Jungkook shakes Woobin’s hand. “So you’re the father of the famous Sunoo. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ah, so she’s talked about him,” Woobin chuckles. “And yes, I am. My son adores your wife, as many of the kids and their parents surely do.”

“___ talks about the kids at her class all the time,” Jungkook smiles, realizing it now. “They just make her so happy.”

Despite your busy schedule full of your own classes and the ones you run, on top of your actual job at the art firm and being an artist yourself, you’re devoid of any stress once you start talking about your students. You know what they like to paint or draw, know how to help them improve, and have so many ideas to make them appreciate art even more. It’s no wonder they love you as much as they do.

“Ah, that’s no surprise. I’m just glad my son got to enroll in her class. I heard it’s tough to get into it now since she’s in demand,” Woobin states. “But it was nice to meet you, Jungkook, and nice to see you again, ___. Sunoo will be happy to know I saw you tonight.”

You and Jungkook bid him goodbye and you turn to your husband, smiling sweetly at him.

“I’ve seen everything tonight,” you inform him. “Another round of desserts and then we can go?”

“Sure, but I’m suddenly craving for churros and ice cream,” he responds.

“Hmm, let’s go to McDonald’s, then.”

“Alright, but uh, are you cold? Do you want to put this on?”

Jungkook removes his coat and offers it to you, and though you know the breeze outside is manageable, you take it, somehow wanting him much closer tonight. You also know that perhaps it’s your low neckline that he’s a bit wary of.

“Sure, Kook. Thank you.”

You lean on Jungkook’s shoulder and hum in satisfaction over the strawberry-flavored sundae. “Hmm, this is almost just as good as the desserts at the event.”

“Babe, McDonald’s is always just as good or better than anything,” Jungkook says with a half-full mouth. “It’s truly amazing.”

“It is. Somehow it cleanses our palette of rich-people stuff, doesn’t it?” You laugh and he joins you. It’s something that sparked your bond in the beginning, after all, and that hasn’t changed.

“Yeah, but it’s also just my happy food, you know? Grease, sweets, unhealthy stuff… delicious.”

“Happy food, huh? Did something upset you tonight? Or maybe someone?” You ask, wanting to know if him stepping away while you spoke with Woobin has something to do with it.

“Not really. Woobin didn’t cross a line,” Jungkook says, an admission that he knows what you’re talking about. “I mean, he was looking at you like a man with a crush, though, and I can’t blame him but he knew his boundaries. Good for him.”

“Of course he does, Kook. He knows I have a husband.”

“Yes, after you told him you couldn’t have coffee with him when he asked you out, which means that he was interested and he probably still is, like that nude model who was definitely into you.”

You turn to look at him who’s busy with his sundae but clearly bothered, but not enough to be angry. You’ve always been honest with him, the way he’d always been honest about the women at the Clubhouse who’d thrown themselves at him after one of his soccer games. You’ve always trusted each other, and you’re just glad that that’s always been enough to not have any miscommunication or arguments because of it.

“Ah, Samuel. Yeah, that was new.”

“Oh? He’s never hinted on a crush? Dude was looking at you like you were all he could see,” Jungkook shakes his head.

“Yeah, then you came in with a kiss and swept me off my feet,” you teasingly roll your eyes. “How romantic.”

“Sorry, it was just reflex,” he explains.

“I know, but you have nothing to worry about, okay? I tell you everything. Maybe not the mundane interactions or insignificant things that I easily forget but the important ones.”

“I know,” he says, smiling at you. “And you know I tell you everything, too.”

“You do,” you smile back. “But thank you for making it tonight. You’ve been so busy and I’m just glad I got to be with you.”

“Anything for you, babe. You’ve been so busy, too, and honestly, I didn’t mind moving the meeting with my father since I wasn’t really ready. Plus, all I had to say was that I was accompanying you to an art event and he let me go. You’re a spoiled daughter-in-law, you know that?”

You laugh at his teasing and the fact that your husband had the gall to ask his own father and boss to move a meeting for you.

“I am, actually. And now it benefits you, too!”

“It benefits both of us,” he corrects. “But tonight was good. I mean, I kinda had to ward off certain men but I didn’t mind. It was still a fun one.”

“It was,” you hum, basking in his boyish smile and the twinkle in his eyes. Something comes alive inside you when he looks at you this way, and amidst the midnight buzzing of a McDonald’s in the city, you move closer and kiss his lips, gentle but wanting, and you feel him smile even wider against you.

“Babe, we’re in public,” he teases, and much as he likes to do that, he also enjoys it when you get a little flustered even when you mouth that you ‘don’t care.’

You peck his cheek and pull him, and as you walk to the car with his coat over your shoulder, as you talk about the art collection all the way home, and as you share a bath and then lie bare underneath the covers with your tangled limbs, Jungkook only knows this - this is your world, and in the one you both share, you’re the only two people who matter.

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(kinda based on the last ask) okay but now i’m thinking about steve inviting eddie to his gym and he only agrees because steve working out while making those little whines and pants?? obviously he’s going, but nope he made a mistake because now he has to pretend to work out (gross) and be publicly flustered by steve…

recently turned this gym partner steddie ficlet into a fully fledged 6.5k ao3 fic. feel free to check out the added filth here <333 mwah and thank you again to anon for the prompt that inspired it !

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read pt. 3 here !

your mind !! giving you a round of applause for this one !

okay so steve shows up in the tiniest gym shorts he owns and a white crop top bc he gets really sweaty—which eddie quickly finds he’s extremely turned on by. and ofc steve’s kinda oblivious to the real reason why eddie asked him if they could workout together. so he just takes eddie around the gym and shows him how to use the cardio machines, free weights, bench press etc. not batting an eyelash at the obvious hard-on eddie’s now sporting beneath his own shorts bc he’s too distracted by trying to get a good workout in.

and the thing is, steve’s been a member at this gym for quite some time now and he’s well known around town (ex-jock/popular kid and what have you). so a bunch of his old teammates/acquaintances from high school stop by to chat with him as he leads eddie through their workout.

which only adds fuel to the fire—for a multitude of reasons—bc some of the guys are a little too handsy with steve as they make small talk. they’ll smack his ass, making it jiggle obscenely in those extra-small shorts, or they’ll reach over to teasingly twist one of his perky pink nipples through his fitted t-shirt. it’s all the stereotypical, jock-y, borderline homoerotic locker room, bullshit eddie used to pay witness to after gym class in school. the type of shit he used to roll his eyes at and ignore to the best of his ability.

but now, with steve harrington right in front of him, letting out all these breathy little moans and sighs as he exercises, getting fondled like a piece of meat by whoever can get their hands on him—eddie can’t quite ignore it. he quickly becomes a mixed bag of emotions, as steve reps out more bicep curls and socializes; jealous, confused, and unbearably horny.

bc god does steve look appetizing. he’s dripping sweat, smells deliciously musky, his veins are swollen from the exertion, his tits are all too visible through his dampened shirt, and the outline of his cock is readily on display in those shorts. the head of it almost peeking out from the hem every time he moves too quickly. and his ass looks so plump and round, eddie wants to sink his teeth into it asap.

but worst (best) of all are the sweet cries of effort he’s continually making. it’s a dangerous fucking game for eddie to be next to him right now. he can hardly take it, so he tries to palm himself just a little bit over the pants, as steve pushes his body to finish the set. he’s moaning so high in his throat to get the weight up the rest of the way and eddie knows if he just closed his eyes, he could easily imagine those pretty noises in a very different context. but if he allowed himself to do that, he’d also probably cum on the spot, so he grits his teeth and tries to avoid looking at steve for the time being.

and later on, when they go back to the locker room to get changed and shower off, eddie thinks he’s in the clear. he breathes a sigh of relief and can’t wait to get home so he can jerk off to the thought of steve’s gorgeous little sounds.

but when he goes to enter one of the gym shower stalls and starts to rinse off, he finds himself forcibly pressed up against the tile wall.

“y’know,” steve whispers hotly in his ear, licking the shell of it and nibbling on the lobe, “i’ve heard sex burns a decent amount of calories and since you were doing a lot more staring than lifting today, i’d say that might be a good way for you to make up for it.”

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The Mind Flayer

pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Byers!Reader

WC: 8.8K

warning: cursing (please message me or leave a comment if i forgot something)

summary: will is having an exorcist moment. an old player enters the arena. oh also, steve and reader are getting a bit...touchy.

A/N: ALL PART UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

I’m making the stancy thing go away asap cause like, just no. like steve did love nancy, but he’s getting over it quicker. THIS IS A FF IM GONNA DO AS I PLEASE

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It was a whirlwind once the two cars reached your house. Everyone was rushing out, limbs being pushed and shoved against someone else. You threw the door open and jumped off Steve’s lap, rushing into the house. Jonathan was laying Will on the living room couch, Joyce fussing behind him with her hands constantly moving and not stopping. Mike and the other kids storm into the house, Hopper, and Steve close behind them. You looked around the room trying to see where Bob was, he wasn’t in Hopper’s truck so he had to be with Jonathan when they left.

“Mom, mom, where is Bob?” You grabbed her shoulders.

She was shaking, her eyes red-rimmed with tear tracks covering her cheeks. She looked frantic, her eyes were haunted and hopeless as if she were in a daze. You turned your attention to Hopper now since he seemed to be in a more stable condition to answer your question.

“Hopper, where is Bob?” Your voice was firm.

His lips were in a thin line, and his nostrils flared. A hand rested on his hip, the other ran through his hair and then rubbed at his beard. His eyes darted over the place, not once staying focused on you.

“Hopper,” you grasped the arm that was resting on his hip, “what happened to Bob?”

He sighed then pulled the both of you away, further into the kitchen. You didn’t like this. He was quiet, Joyce was shaken, and Bob physically wasn’t there. You were panicking. If it’s the answer you think he’ll give you, you would fully blame yourself.

“Hopper?”

His hands held your shoulders, “(Y/n), he helped bring the power back on, but-” You knew where this conversation was going, “No, no, no,” you refused to believe it.

“(Y/n), they got to him before he could make it.”

You started to thrash out of Hopper’s grip, the kitchen felt suffocating. The feeling of watchful eyes on you, everyone judging or throwing sympathy at your state, was too much. You shoved at Hopper’s chest to try and push him away, but all he did was pull you in tight. His arms wrapped over your shoulders, your face pressed into his chest making your vision dark. Your hands clung to the jacket he wore over the hospital scrubs. Sobs choked out from your throat, tears staining the teal shirt and wetting your lashes, streaking your cheeks.

This was why you didn’t want to bring Bob into this mess. He was such a kind man and he honestly would do anything for your mom- or even your family- after only a few months. He was your boss and slowly became a father figure for you. And now you lost him to some fucking demodogs. He was probably being eaten alive at the lab right now, dying alone. You only saw him a day ago, happy about your ‘treasure hunt’ and helping Joyce.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry… he saved us though. We wouldn’t have gotten out of there if it wasn’t for him,” Hopper tried to justify his death.

You moved out of his embrace and wordlessly left the kitchen, heading to the backyard. You just needed to be alone, the silence and fresh air hopefully would help in calming you down. Sitting on the bottom step with your feet on the grass, you pull your heels to the step and bend your body forward to make yourself small in this moment. Your face is buried in the circle of your arms, your biceps covering your ears. Everything was so quiet at that moment it was like you were the only being on the planet, your lips tugged upwards a bit without your permission. It was one of those sad smiles, ones where they come unconsciously, laughing at your pain.

You were probably alone for five minutes before you heard the loud creaking of the back door hinges indicating that someone joined you. You didn’t bother looking up, wanting to ignore them and enjoy the quiet until they spoke, since you won’t do it first. It was quiet for a minute or two before they cleared their throat, but said nothing, still, you ignored them.

Then they sighed, “(Y/n)?” It was Steve, “are…is everything-” “No, Steve, I’m not okay and everything is not alright!” You didn’t mean to shout, but your anger flared.

“Bob is dead ‘cause of me,” you hissed. “He wasn’t supposed to be involved in any of this, but we needed him to find Hopper, and being brought to that lab was practically a death sentence.”

“Woah, (Y/n), no,” Steve fretted, “Bob- Bob didn’t die because of you, it’s not your fault, (Y/n).” You ignored Steve, “first it was Eleven who died ‘cause I wasn’t there, now it’s Bob 'cause he was dragged into this,” you rambled.

A gentle hand on your shoulder, “(Y/n), we just had a similar conversation about an hour ago.”

“Steve, it’s different though.”

He removed his hand, “Oh? how is it different? Tell me,” he demanded.

You wiped at the snot and tears, “you didn’t know about the Demogorgon, you weren’t even involved with any of that yet. My mom started talking about Will with her conversations through the lights that night and the following morning. And that same day, I saw and talked with Will through our living room wall. I became involved, I saw El use her powers,” you wiped your nose, “I didn’t stay with the kids at the school that night, all of them could have gotten killed. But El was the one to sacrifice herself for them. She saved them and I never even got to thank her for finding Will.” Tears fell down your cheeks again as you recalled the memory, the feelings you felt.

Steve ran a comforting hand over your back, “But that’s not your fault either, again, it was the Demogorgon. Both times it was the Demogorgons' fault. Why are you trying to blame yourself for things out of your control?” He huffed.

You had to stop for a moment.

“My dad,” was your response.

The man who constantly beat you for such simple reasons, playing it off as discipline and punishment for your mistakes, when a simple mistake could have been dropping a plate on accident. The man who shortened your childhood with each slap, with each whipping of his belt. A man who constantly saw flaws within you and not accepting you for each crack, only creating more.

“Hey,” Steve was now in front of you.

He was on one knee and his hands rested on your knees, head dipped down to make eye contact with you. His brows were raised and he licked his lips, rubbing them together. He did it two more times. Steve then brought one hand off your knee and ran his knuckles along your cheek, catching stray tears and wiping them clean. Your breath hitched at the intimacy.

“I’m sure Wonder Woman blames herself whenever she can’t save someone, but she has people who are there to help,” Steve tried to comfort.

“Steve, I don’t think you’re good at pep talks,” you joked, a wet laugh followed.

He dropped the hand from your cheek back to your knee and squeezed, “yeah, I didn’t have many of them growing up.”

“Hey,” you knocked a finger against his chin for attention, “shitty dads club?”

He exhaled a laugh, “more like a shitty parents club.”

“Sorry to break it to you, but I only have a shitty dad. I’m grateful for my mom,” a whisper to the winds.

Your bubble was back. Just the two of you, no one else existed on the planet.

You stared down at the four hands, yours resting on your thighs while Steve squeezed and rubbed your knees. Slowly and stealthy, you stretched a finger out, your pinky on one hand and your ring finger on the other. You were scared, but you suddenly felt brave at this moment to cross another line you made in the sand. Light as a feather your two fingers touched Steve’s, a silent invitation, a question for him that only he could answer. You hesitated in looking at him, not brave enough for that.

Before Steve had time to do anything, grasp your fingers or retreat, the back door opened again. This time the patron stormed down the steps and that gave away who it was, Jonathan. Steve stood up and away when you saw Jonathan standing beside you on the last step. You braced your hands on your thighs and stood up, directing your attention to your brother. He had a nasty glare thrown at Steve, his chest huffing, you scoffed at the sight. Suddenly you remembered your earlier argument and also the car incident. So you chose to pick a fight with him right now.

“Well, looks like you finally have time for your beloved sister,” you griped.

Jonathan huffed, “(Y/n) come inside,” and grabbed your bicep.

You pulled back and away, now standing in the grass just in front of Steve. A cross of your arms over your chest is your armor at this moment.

“No, Jonathan, ‘cause we have some unfinished business to talk about. Starting with: why did you fuck off with Nancy for two days and not tell me? Cause I think we have enough time right now to discuss that. Or, or, how about you brushing me off when I wanted to join you and Nancy earlier, huh? Why did you let Nancy go with you, but not me? Your sister?”

Jonathan took the last step, both of you standing in the overgrown yard. Your nails dug into your biceps, fighting off the cold chills and also restraining yourself. Jonathan was scratching at his head with one hand while the other rested in his pocket. And you knew Steve was still there since you didn’t see him leave and you could also feel his body heat, a walking furnace.

Jonathan didn’t answer any of your questions, “Okay. Since- apparently, these are college-level questions, I’ll ask small ones. First, where did you go? What was so important that needed to happen now?”

Jonathan sighed, “(Y/n), I can’t-” “We went to Illinois,” a voice interrupted.

You turned to the back porch and saw Nancy walking down the steps, joining the three of you. You wanted to turn around and look at Steve but held yourself from doing so. It would hurt to see him looking at Nancy with a certain gaze, lovestruck or heartbroken.

“Why’d you go to Illinois?” Steve asked the question.

Nancy stopped on the last step, she was the same height as Jonathan now. And the two of them looked at each other, silently talking with their eyes only, and that’s when you started to notice it. Something changed in those two days, you could sense it. The way their hands wanted to reach out for the other, their closeness in the dim lighting, how you can tell their eyes were lingering over each other’s features.

“Jonathan…” You walked closer to the pair.

Jonathan was evidently confused, you went from being hostile to suddenly approaching him as if you were a scared mouse. You ignored the shared looks from the two and grabbed his bicep like he did to you earlier and tugged him towards the shed. You spared a glance over your shoulder, Steve and Nancy closer together and both of them watching your retreating figures.

“(Y/n)-” “Did you and Nancy have sex?” You whispered.

Jonathan blanched at your outright question, so you knew it was true.

“What- What makes you think that (Y/n)?” Jonathan brushed it off.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m pretty observant, Jonathan. People-watching is my favorite pastime at school. I notice things.”

“Oh! So if we’re talking about people watching, what about you and Steve?” Jonathan fired back.

You stole a glance at Steve, “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tried to change the topic's direction, “Steve and Nancy just broke up, and I’m not even sure if it’s official. So, you would have helped Nancy cheat on Steve.” You were talking out your ass just to ignore Jonathan.

“(Y/n), don’t play dumb. I noticed earlier, you two are touchy-feely with each other.” “We were consulting each other,” you shrugged off.

“Oh, you think douchebag Harrington will solve your problems? Is his supposed charm rubbing off on you?” He seethed.

You were taken aback, “What the hell is your problem with him, Jonathan?” “My problem is that you suddenly forgot all the shitty things he’s done!” “I didn’t forget, I’ve seen him change. If you would pay attention-” Jonathan got louder, “He didn’t even know you existed after middle school! His ‘friends’ were jackasses to you constantly, and he didn’t stop them!”

“Okay, first off, Carol and Tommy have been jackasses since fifth grade. Secondly, what about Nancy?” He got defensive now, “What does Nancy have to do with this?”

“She pretty much ignored you after seventh grade, and once all this shit happened, she’s running into your arms. Are you happy that she and Steve broke up? She broke his heart and you finally got your chance with her. Finally got the upper hand on Steve Harrington,” a harsh whisper at the end.

Jonathan sighed, his shoulders slumping, “(Y/n), I just want what’s best for you, and Steve Harrington is someone I don’t trust.”

“How about trusting me, your sister? When I say Steve has changed, why can’t you believe me? I’m the one hanging out with him, getting to see his real personality. Maybe if you made an effort, you would notice.”

“Also,” you added to your point, “Steve wants to try and work things out between the two of you, but you don’t bother.”

“Fine, whatever. After this is over, I’ll talk with Steve or some shit.” Jonathan hissed. “Whatever, I’m still pissed at you,” you rolled your eyes. “Why did you leave me behind?” Leaving the Steve/Nancy argument behind and going back to the actual one.

“I- I wasn’t thinking, (Y/n). I don’t know what you want me to say.” Jonathan argued.

“Oh, but I think you were thinking ‘cause you yelled at me to stay like you were giving a dog a command.” You gave a shove to Jonathan's shoulder.

Then you used both hands and shoved at his shoulders, using most of your strength. You did it again, and again, Jonathan stumbling slightly at your action. Then you beat your fist against his chest, your anger flaring once more.

“Why did you leave me behind? Why! Why Jonathan!” You shouted.

Something within you was ignited in a fire, “You promised we would deal with this together! You would be there for me and I would be there for you! We promised never to leave the other out of things!”

Jonathan gripped your wrist, “(Y/n)-” “Am I too weak for you? Huh? Still that useless bitch that Lonnie would always yell at!”

“No, just-”

“Worried I’ll be useless again like that night at the house!”

Jonathan then harshly tugged you into a tight hug, his arms caging you against his body, your arms immobile. You struggled against his hold, either from anger, panic, or both mixing. Eventually, your body went slack against Jonathan’s, his arms holding you up. His chin was digging into your head, your face tucked into his chest, nothing but darkness clouding your vision and Jonathan’s breathing filling your ears.

“You’re not useless, and I didn’t leave you behind ‘cause of that.” He stroked a hand over your hair. “I didn’t want to drive you into danger. Mom and Will were already in there and if you were with me, I would’ve had full tunnel vision, only worried about my family.”

You rubbed your face into his chest, an excuse for a nodding of understanding coming from his side. You fully have tunnel vision when it comes to your family or people you care about, you’ll do anything to save them from harm. But having Jonathan yell at you, push you to the side, it just felt like Lonnie was yelling at you.

“Please don’t yell at me again,” you asked, sounding like a scared child.

The two of you may have been yelling at each other not even five minutes ago, but that was different. It felt different to you, it felt like a protective sibling fight. But outside the lab, you saw Lonnie yelling at ten-year-old you. It almost felt like an actual slap to your face, something that came out of the blue.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any harm from it, I hope you know that” a hand smoothing over your shoulder blades.

“I do, just…”

“I know,” and he did.

The two of you stayed in the embrace for a moment or two longer, having resolved some problems, and maybe brought up new ones that aren’t too important tonight.

“Hey, Scooby Gang!” a booming voice yelled.

You pulled away from Jonathan and turned to the porch, Hopper standing tall and with authority, “come inside! Henderson has information,” and he walked back inside.

You and Jonathan shared a look before heading back to the house, Nancy, and Steve seemingly still outside. You flushed a bit at the thought of either one hearing your entire conversation. Jonathan rejoined Nancy and the two went back inside, and before you could follow Steve held you back with his grasp. You stared at him, bewildered at the action.

Steve’s eyes danced over your face, it was as if his fingers were caressing your cheeks. Every inch tingled, lit with fire. His eyes bored into yours deeply, like he was trying to convey a message you didn’t understand at this moment, but it was one you wanted to decipher.

“Everything…” He trailed off.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. It’s- It’s okay, Steve,” your free hand landing over his, “let’s see what Henderson’s got,” you cocked your head to the house.

…

“The Mind Flayer,” Dustin blurted as he threw Will’s d&d book onto the kitchen table.

“What the hell is that?” Hopper questioned.

Everyone except for Joyce was huddled together, listening to whatever idea came to Dustin’s mind in the past fifteen minutes. You stayed near the back, your tail end digging into the countertop with your feet crossed at your ankles and hands supported by your sides.

“It’s a monster from an unknown dimension. It’s so ancient that it doesn’t even know its true home.” Dustin answered Hopper’s question with character lore.

As Dustin continued to babble off DnD lore, you looked at everyone’s faces, watching their expressions. Hopper looked pissed and annoyed at whatever was coming out of Dustin’s mouth, Mike and Lucas were just listening, already knowing about this creature. Steve was just as confused as you were, wondering what the point of this conversation was, Jonathan quiet and stone still. Nancy was peering at Dustin, her brows furrowed with her arms crossed across her chest, and Max was just listening, blank-faced.

“Oh my god. None of this is real, it’s a kids' book,” Hopper argued.

Dustin argued back, “No, it’s a manual. It’s not for kids. And unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor-”

“Analogy,” Lucas interrupted.

“Analogy?” Dustin huffed, “That’s what you’re worried about?”

Everyone silently watched the scene, “Fine. An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is.” Dustin flapped his hands about.

“Okay,” Nancy interrupted Dustin, “so this mind flamer thing-”

“Flayer,” you corrected the same time Dustin also fixed, “Mind Flayer.”

She just sighed and looked down at the manual, “what does it want?” Her question was directed at Dustin.

“To conquer us, basically. It believes it’s the master race.”

“Like the- the Germans?” Steve stammered.

A hand flew to your face, ‘oh god’

“Uh, the Nazis?” Dustin corrected him.

You could hear the embarrassment in Steve’s response, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, the- the Nazis.”

“Uh…If the Nazis were from another dimension, totally.” Dustin allowed. “Uh, it views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”

“It wasn’t to spread, take over other dimensions,” Mike added.

Now Lucas spoke, “We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it.”

“That’s great. That’s great. That’s really great. Jesus!” Steve was frazzled.

He walked away from the crowded table and joined you in the back, he copied your posture and hand rubbing at his temples. His hand digging into the counter, and his pinky brushing against yours. It causes an involuntary shiver to race up your spine, a breathy exhale in response. A glance at the table your eyes met Jonathan’s, his brows raised at your duo. A jerk of your head as your response to him, you looked away and tuned in back to Steve’s presence. A kick of your sneaker against Steve’s foot pulled his attention onto you.

“Are you okay?” You tried to convey the message with only your eyes and furrowed brows.

The hand that rested against his temple ran through his hair, and he bit his bottom lip with a sigh. That was your answer, he was frustrated but he was fine.

“We kill everything it controls,” caught your attention.

“We win.” “Theoretically.”

“Great,” Hopper tugged the manual out of Nancy’s hold, his patience waning. “So, how do we kill this thing? Shoot it with Fireballs or something?”

Dustin chuckles at that, “No. No, no fire- no fireballs. Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because…” You saw the deadly look being thrown at Dustin, “...because zombies, you- you know, they don’t- they don’t have brains, and the mind flayer, it…it…It likes brains.” Dustin stammered through.

“What the hell are we doing here?” Hopper slammed the book down, he was over it.

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup.” Dustin retorted.

“We are!” Hopper yelled, you flinched a little.

“How are they gonna stop this?” Mike demanded. “You can’t just shoot this with guns.”

“You don’t know that! We don’t know anything!” Hopper fought back.

“We know it’s already killed everybody in that lab.” A flash of Bob crossed your eyes at Mike’s statement. Your fingers curled deeper into the cool countertop, the edge digging into your palms.

“We know the monsters are gonna molt again,” Lucas added.

“We know that it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town,” Dustin spoke.

You were so tired of this already and you haven’t even reached the final fight.

“They’re right,” Joyce’s soft voice entered the room.

Everyone turned their eyes on her, you stepped away from the counter and made your way to her figure in the hallway, “we have to kill it,” her voice was like broken glass.

You could see the tension that was held in her shoulders, and how her hair was a bit unkept. You threw an arm over her shoulders and pulled her into a side hug, wanting to comfort her at this moment.

“I want to kill it.”

Hopper walked forward, “me too,” his voice was quieter now. “Me too, Joyce, okay? But how do we do that?”

Joyce sighed at Hopper, making sense of his logic.

“We don’t exactly know what we’re dealing with here.”

“No.” Mike’s squeaky voice spoke, “but he does.” And you already know who he’s talking about.

You watched Mike leave the kitchen and entered the living room, his eyes set on Will’s unconscious body.

“If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it’s Will. He’s connected to it. He’ll know its weakness.”

Max questioned his logic, “I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore? That he’s a spy for the mind flayer now?”

Everyone was now out of the kitchen and on the threshold of the destroyed living room, all eyes on Will as he slept.

“Yeah, but he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is.” Mike reasoned.

“What does that mean?” Steve asked.

“We need someplace we can blackout, a room that he wouldn’t recognize.” Mike clarified.

“We could… We could use the shed. Clear it out and cover the windows,” you supplied a place.

You and Hopper shared a look before he stormed out of the house, the back door slamming behind him.

…

Everyone split into groups.

All three Byers stuck together in finding fabric to cover the shed. Dustin and Lucas dug through the trash for something, and Mike and Max were in the kitchen. Nancy and Steve were in the shed once Hopper threw everything out.

Once everyone got what they were assigned or looking for, your groups met at the shed and went to work in making sure the shed wasn’t recognized by Will or the mind flayer. Every inch of space was covered in blankets, old carpet, and whatever was available and held together with duct tape and staples. A chair was set up for Will once Jonathan grabbed him from the house.

Everyone except you, Jonathan, Hopper, Joyce, and Mike went inside. The kids seemed hesitant but knew there were already enough people in the shed, not wanting to cause any alarm. Nancy and Jonathan let their hands graze across each other before parting ways. You watched them with broken eyes, then looked away catching Steve’s eyes before he turned away and left.

Now it was just the final touches before Will could be awoken. You tied him in white cording, you hated every second. Every twist tighter around his wrist, tying his ankles together, his torso being trapped against the taped chair. Mike set up a light that would shine directly onto his face, keeping everything and everyone hidden in the shadows.

“All right, you ready?” Hopper quietly asked Joyce.

“Yeah,” she sounded both hesitant but assured in her decision.

Hopper looked at you and Jonathan, you gave a nod of your head as his confirmation. He walked toward Will with a bottle of house cleaner in his grasp. He squared down and dosed a cotton ball in the strong smell and held it under Will’s nose.

After a second, Will’s head jerks up, his eyes blown wide. He looked everywhere, trying to decipher what was happening or where he was. He was struggling against the cording, his breathing ragged.

He didn’t look like Will. He has paled significantly, like a cold has taken hold of him and it hasn’t broken anytime since. His skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat, strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

“What? What? What is this?” He grunts against the restraints.

“What is this? Why am I tied up?” No one spoke.

Joyce walked forward, she lowered herself to his height, “Will, we just wanna talk to you. We’re not gonna hurt you.”

He ignored her, “Where am I?”

Hopper joined them, he held the mind flayer drawing Will made a few days ago, “You recognize this?”

Will didn’t answer, “Do you recognize this?” Hopper pressed. Will shook his head no.

“Hey,” Joyce cooed. “We wanna help you. But to do that, we have to understand how to kill it.”

Will got hostile, “Why am I tied up?” He yelled in her face. “Why am I tied up? Why am I tied up? Why am I tied up?” He kept repeating.

You had to cover your ears, and just mumble the alphabet to yourself, a panic attack rising. Will continued his yelling, this thrashing in Hopper’s hold. The lights start to flicker, and Will’s voice gets twisted and distorted at times. You had to shrink further into an already small space, this wasn’t about you with a tiny panic attack, this was about Will who was possessed.

He soon started to slow down, his words getting quieter and his body slouching forward. Hopper released his hold on Will and Joyce moved from her crouched position to a chair sitting directly in front of Will. His breathing was ragged, it was the only thing filling the room, other than your murmurs.

“Do you know what March twenty-second is?”

Will didn’t answer, his gaze blanked.

“It’s your birthday, your birthday. When you turned eight, I gave you that huge box of crayons. Do you remember that?”

He was so excited at the sight of getting to have every color in existence. Blabbering off different ideas he was gonna create.

“One hundred and twenty colors. And all your friends, they got you Star Wars toys, but all you wanted to do was draw with your new colors. And you drew this big spaceship, but it wasn’t from a movie. It was- it was your spaceship. A rainbow spaceship is what you called it, you must have used every color in the box.”

She continued to talk about the memory, how she brought the drawing to work, and showed it off proudly to everyone who entered the store. Will just watch, just breathing and saying nothing.

“Do you…Do you remember the day dad left?” Jonathan stuttered.

Will now face him. Jonathan walked closer, moving beside Joyce.

“We stayed up all night building Castle Byers…the three of us, building it the exact way you drew it. And it took so long because you were so bad at hammering.”

A choked laugh escaped you, a delightful moment in a bad memory. He missed the nail every time.

“And then it started raining, but we stayed out there anyway. We were all sick for like a week after that, (Y/n) about two. But we just had to finish it, didn’t we? We just had to.”

Then Mike spoke to Will, talking about the first day they met. On the first day of kindergarten, both of them were alone and scared. How Will said yes to Mike being his friend. You remember Will coming home that day and animatedly talking about how he made a friend, a giant smile painted on his face, you were so proud of him.

“Will, baby…if you’re in there, just please…please talk to us,” Joyce begged. “Please, I love you so much.”

It seemed like he was about to respond to Joyce, give everyone the confirmation, but he didn’t, “Let me go,” was all you got.

Everyone sighed, you weren’t getting through with Will. Suddenly Hopper wrapped a blindfold around Will’s eyes and ears. You were perplexed, but he only crooked a finger at the four of you and walked to the door. Everyone left with Hopper just behind. You waited for Hopper, but he continued forward, walking back to the house. Hopper rushed in and hastily grabbed a notepad and a pen, sitting at the table, and began to write something.

You stuck to the back of the kitchen again, still shaken up from Will’s repetitive screaming. It brought back bad memories and started to trigger something in your mind. Your arms crossed over your chest, the palms running in soothing motions over your biceps. Hopper was talking about morse code, saying Will was talking to them, but you zoned out. You let your mind go blank, the repetitive motions calming you down.

“(Y/n),” the voice sounded garbled like they were underwater.

It was like you were a zombie, with no response and sluggish movements.

A warm, but clammy touch on your cheek made you flinch from your head and come tumbling back into reality. You leaned back, the hand dropping from your face. You were perplexed at the sight of Steve standing so close to you, his back turned to the others, only focused on you.

“Sorry. I just- Jonathan said you had a- a panic attack…in the shed, earlier. You were kinda out of it when you came back.”

“Oh.”

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He said every word in a whisper, a message only for your ears.

You didn’t trust your vocal cords to form words, so you nodded your head instead. The conservation and moment was over when Jonathan walked to the door with his boombox in hand. That was your cue to head back to the shed with your group.

So, with a final look at Steve, you left the house and hurried behind Jonathan, trying to get up to speed on the new plan.

…

So, the new plan was pretty simple.

The four of you would take turns with Will, each of you shares a memory with him, something that held a bit of meaning. A memory that could keep him conscious, allowing him to tap a message in morse code. Which Hopper would relay back to the others through the walkie-hidden behind his back.

Jonathan went first. He placed his mixtape into the cassette player on the boombox, Should I Stay Or Should I Go was playing through the speakers. He talked about the first time he played this song for Will, how Joyce and Lonnie were fighting in the living room and the music drowned them out.

“And it was the first time you got into music. Real music.”

You would disagree with that statement, but now wasn’t the time to argue about your music taste…yours was better.

Mike talked about a campaign they had. Big insects in a sewer and how they were still on level one when they had to defeat them. Mike was throwing out D&D terms and techniques that you didn’t understand, half the words sounding like they came from Star Wars or The Hobbit.

“Then you cast Fog Cloud and saved us. You saved the whole party.” Like he was trying to do right now.

Joyce talked about different times when Will noticed someone needed a friend. Helping a little girl that was crying in the sandbox at the park, giving some boy his Tonka Truck cause he lost his. How he was always caring about people’s well-being before thinking about himself and his own needs.

Finally, it was your turn.

“Will, do you remember that time when we were drawing?” April 1980

Will was home earlier from school this particular day and you stayed home since you weren't feeling good the past few days, but you started to feel better this day. It’s like you could smell the color in the air, finally able to breathe through your nose instead of your open mouth. And you took a shower, your hair was greasy, the skin was sticky from night sweats, and you could barely leave your bed two days ago, but you took the opportunity to shower when your legs didn’t shake from your body weight.

Walking to the kitchen was when Will entered the house, so happy to see his excited face. It lit up the warmth in your chest.

“Hey, buddy,” you ruffled his hair as he stood in front of you.

“Are you feeling better? You don’t sound like a cat anymore.” He and Jonathan joked that you were coughing up hairballs. It was hilarious to them, but you couldn’t find any energy to smack them.

“Ha ha. Yes, I feel better. I even showered, but couldn’t clean my sheets… Would you be a doll-”

“No.”

“Will, come on! Please! I just need you to get them off my bed and throw them into the washer and dryer. I’ll have Jonathan put them back when he’s home.” Your hands clasped against your chest, bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout.

You knew he was gonna do it eventually, even Will knew he was gonna do it, but he was pretending to ponder over the request. Wanting to keep you on edge.

He tapped a theatrical finger on his chin, “hmm. If I do this for you, will you come draw with me?”

You grinned at the request, “I would have done that even if I didn’t ask.”

“Yeah I know, sometimes I just want to hold you hostage.” And he ran off to his room before running to yours, backpack gone. You were taken aback by the phrasing, a giggling slipping.

Once your laundry was in the dryer, you and Will made an artist mess at the kitchen table. Crayons, colored pencils, markers, and blank white paper covered every inch of that small table. Probably should have used the dining table, but it was too late.

You were doing simple designs. Flowers, grassy hills, decent mountains, sometimes just doing simple looping that formed something in the end. You would check in on Will every on and again, he was being very quiet. Every time you tried to lean over and glance at his paper, he would pull back and turn the paper away from your view.

“What are you hiding?” A sly remark.

“Nothing, it’s a surprise.”

“Oh! A surprise, for whom?” You poked fingers into his ribs.

He squirmed away from the offending digits, even moved to the chair across from you. You just grinned at the dedication to art, choosing to not bother him further, and went back to the quiet, only sounds of your breathing and the movement of whatever was in your hand against the paper.

After about two hours of drawing, mostly quiet with the radio playing in the background, you tried to get another look when you got up from the table and went to the bathroom. On your way back you tried to sneak past Will, but you didn’t do a very good job since the only thing in your field of vision was a piece of paper with the words GET BACK written in red crayon.

“Can’t I get a little peek?” You asked when leaving Will’s side and heading back to your chair.

“In a little, I’m not finished,” he murmured.

“Okay.” And you felt him alone again after that.

Jonathan came home an hour later, you immediately asked him to put the clean sheets on your bed. Better to ambush him now than to wait later. He said Joyce would be working a bit late tonight so he was gonna make the three of you dinner.

“Can’t we order out? Just tonight?” You pleaded.

Jonathan huffed, “what is it you want so badly?”

“I really want a Benny’s burger, oh, and a milkshake! Please, Jonathan! I need something cold for my throat.”

Will soon joined in on your pleading, and after a moment Jonathan dropped his head. Bingo. He grabbed his coat, wallet, and keys and headed out the front door, his car engine turning on after a second and his headlights left the living room.

“Always caves,” you chuckled.

You headed to the living room ready to watch a movie in the meantime. You popped the VHS of Grease into the player and waited for it to load the screen.

“(Y/n),” Will’s tiny voice called out.

You turned away from the tv and glanced at the kitchen, Will standing at the end of the hallway with his paper in hand.

You beckoned him forward, a hand dangling over the side, “what’s up?”

“I…I drew this…for you,” he was nervous.

You gently took the paper and held it with both hands in front of you. You scanned over the drawing, a drawing of you. He used crayons to fill the page with color, the box Joyce bought for his birthday this year. Your hair was shaded in, eyes bright with life only Will was capable of capturing in a drawing. A smile adoring your features, apples of your cheeks full.

It wasn’t until you saw a drop of water land on the paper did you realize you had tears in your eyes. Quickly you wiped your face and eyes clean, not wanting to ruin an inch more of the paper.

“I…I love it. Thank you, Will.”

You immediately stood from the couch and grabbed Will into a tight hug, not giving him an inch of space.

“I’m gonna put it in a frame and hang it on my wall,” you mumbled into his hair.

When you finished retelling the memory the house phone suddenly went off, Will’s head snapping at the noise. He was alerted. You panicked, but the phone stopped after the second ring. A sigh of relief was cut short when the phone rang again and then stopped again. You watched as Will’s eyes zoned out then started to close, his eyes zooming behind his lids.

“Will? Will, can you hear me?” You clasped your hands over his cheeks.

His breathing was heavy, he was panting.

“It knows. It knows where we are,” Hopper crouched beside Will.

Joyce came into view with the filled syringe and plunged it into Will’s upper arm. His head went limp. Everyone stood still for a moment before Hopper, Jonathan, and Mike headed out of the shed, the monsters screeching in the close distance. Jonathan came rushing back inside a minute later.

“They’re coming!”

“What?” You jumped to untie Will, everyone joining in to get the task done quicker.

“Come on. We gotta go.” Hopper commanded.

Once Will was freed Jonathan carried him to the house, and everyone rushed out. Everyone now gathered in the living room, Will’s unconscious body was in his room.

“Get away from the windows, are you guys stupid!” You yelled at Lucas, Max, and Mike.

Hopper was holding two guns and held one out to Jonathan, “Do you know how to use this?”

“What?”

“Can you use this?” Hopper repeated.

Just as you were about to step forward, Nancy beat you to the punch, “I can.” And Hopper threw her the rifle.

You went for the ax instead, lining up at the front with Nancy and the rifle, Steve and his bat, and Hopper and his gun at the end. The four of you kept an eye on the window and front door, watching and waiting for any movement. The screeching slowly was getting louder, they were getting closer.

“Where are they?” Max asked, but no one had an answer.

It went quiet, too quiet. It made your heart race faster. Then a loud thudding noise to the right of the house made you jump, everyone turning at the noise.

“What are they doing?” Nancy questioned.

There wasn’t any more noise from the dining area, a snarling noise back in the living drew the attention. They were groaning, screeching, rustling the bushes at the front of the house. They were toying with their food.

Then it all abruptly stops and it’s deadly silent again.

You held your breath before one of them crashed through the open window and was thrown across the room. Everyone screams in surprise and terror. All of you waited with bated breath for movement, any moment for it lunges and devours each one of you. But no movement, not even a twitch, it was dead on impact. Hopper trudges forward slowly, every one a step behind.

“Holy shit,” Dustin whispered.

“Is it dead?” Max voiced.

Hopper kept his gun aimed at it, his foot coming into contact with its flowering head. It rolled to the side, it was dead. Everyone’s guard lowered, sighs of relief filling the room. You lowered the ax to the floor, the handle slipping from your grasp. But your heart spiked when you heard the creaking of the front door. Guards were up, guns were pointed. You watched as the locks slowly undid themselves and the door was pushed open.

Your mouth was agape at the sight before you.

Walking through the threshold, there she stood, in all her glory.

El was dressed in a black shirt and oversized blazer with the sleeves rolled up, light denim jeans cuffed at the ankles of her white converses. Her hair was slicked back, you could tell it was longer since the last time you saw her. Her eyes were smudged with coal black shadow and she had a line of blood slowly dripping from her left nostril.

“El?” You voiced what everyone was thinking.

…

You watched the scene before your very eyes.

Mike and El walk closer to each other before they collapse into a tight embrace. Mike’s head rested on El’s shoulder, his body hunched from the year of growth. El’s hands clinging to Mike’s jacket, her tears rolling down her cheeks.

Mike pulled back, his hands on her upper arms, “I never gave up on you. I called you every night. Every night for-”

“Three hundred fifty-three days. I heard.”

She’s been alive this whole time, for a whole year she’s been alive and in Hawkins.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were there? That you were okay?”

“Because I wouldn’t let her,” Hopper’s voice interrupted.

A rage formed within your heart.

“The hell is this? Where have you been?” “Where have you been?” And Hopper pulled her into a side hug. They were arguing like they’ve…been…

“You knew?” You were irate.

Hopper knew, you’ve told him before, how you wished you stayed at the school. How you blame El’s death on your selfishness, wanting to go with your brother then watch the actual children. You’ve been beating yourself over this for a year, but it was pointless. She’s been alive this whole time and apparently staying with Hopper. “You’ve been hiding her,” Mike was just as furious as you, but his anger came from a different place, “you’ve been hiding her this whole time!” He slammed his fist into Hopper’s back.

“Hey!” Hopper grabbed his shirt, “let’s talk, alone,” and they left the living room before a door closed, shutting them off.

Lucas and Dustin throw their arms around El, her own wrapping over their shoulders.

“We missed you,” Lucas’ voice was muffled.

“I missed you, too,” El confirmed.

It was such a nice sight for once, the kids were happy to see an old face, as were you. You waited to have your moment with Eleven, content with watching them during this peaceful moment.

Suddenly El jutted a hand out and stuck her thumb into Dustin’s mouth, you were taken aback at the action.

“Teeth,” was all she said.

“What?”

“You have teeth.”

Oh yeah, Dustin grew in his front teeth over the summer. Would not stop showing them off for the first two months. “Oh. You like these pearls?” And he did a bad Chewbacca growl, which is something he also did for a few months at random.

“Eleven?” Max stepped forward, you could tell she was a bit nervous, “Hey. Um, I’m Max.” She held a hand out in greeting, “I heard a lot about you.” But El didn’t shake her hand or even smile at the girl, she just brushed past her and walked towards you.

You wanted to consult Max, but right now you needed to remind yourself El was alive. Her arms wrapped around your waist, her face hiding in the crook of your neck. Your arms over her shoulder pulled her in tightly, your face pressing into her slicked hair.

“I’m so relieved you’re alive,” you hummed in her skin.

You pulled apart, hands resting on her shoulders. A brilliant smile was on her face and you were overjoyed at the sight. A knuckle knocked playfully into her chubby cheeks.

“I love the new look.”

A wet chuckle, “bitchin’.”

“Yeah, it’s bitchin’.”

You wanted to spend more time with her, but knew she wanted to talk with Joyce. And also right now there were more pressing matters at hand, so you freed her with a quick kiss on her hair and watched Joyce embrace her.

With El now with Joyce, you walked to Max and the two boys. Her guard was up, arms protective over her chest, eyes looking everywhere, her shoes scuffing into the wood flooring. You taped a finger on her shoulder drawing her attention to you now.

“She doesn’t mean anything rude, she just wants to see familiar faces.”

Max shrugged her shoulders quickly, “yeah, yeah I- I understand.”

“I’m sure the both of you would be great friends in the near future.”

…

“It’s not like it was before. It’s grown.” Hopper sighed, “A lot. And, I mean, that’s considering we can get in there. The place is crawling with those dogs.”

“Demo-dogs,” Dustin had to clarify.

“I’m sorry, what?” “I said, uh, Demo-dogs. Like Demogorgon and dogs.”

You placed a hand on Dustin’s shoulder, “Now’s, not the time, Dustin. Please.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry,” and he shut his mouth.

“I can do it,” El said to Hopper.

“You’re not hearing me,” Hopper sighed.

“I’m hearing you,” she said firmly, “I can do it.”

“Even if El can,” Mike added, “there’s still another problem. If the brain dies, the body dies.”

“I thought that was the whole point,” Max was confused.

“It is, but if we’re really right about this…I mean, if El closes the gate and kills the mind flayer’s army-”

“Will’s a part of that army,” Lucas mentioned.

“Will could die,” anguish struck your heart.

No one knew what to say. The plan needed to happen, El had to close the gate, but if doing so caused Will to die, you would do anything to forfeit it all. Joyce stood from the table and strode to Will’s room, you followed a step behind with Jonathan on your tail. Soon everyone walked down the hall and went to Will’s room. He was still laying on his sheets, his chest moving up and down to show his breathing, but his body hadn't moved an inch.

“He likes it cold.”

“What?” You weren’t sure you heard Joyce.

“It’s what Will kept saying to me. He likes it cold.” She walked to the open window and shut it closed, “We keep giving it what it wants.”

“If this is a virus, and Will’s the host, then…” Nancy, ever the smart one.

“Then we need to make the host uninhabitable.” Jonathan finished.

“So if he likes it cold…” you stated.

“We need to burn it out of him.” A wrathful tone seeps through Joyce’s sentence.

“We have to do it somewhere he doesn’t know this time.”

“Yeah, somewhere far away,” Mike and Dustin noted.

Everyone tried to think of a place, somewhere we could stache Will without worrying about the mind flayer coming a second time.

“I know where,” Hopper’s deep voice realized.

…

“Are you coming?”

With Will waiting in Jonathan’s car, Hopper gave Jonathan the directions to his cabin in the woods where Jonathan and Joyce would burn out the flayer from Will and once that was done, radio Hopper and El would close the gate. Ending all of this for good. But when Jonathan asked if you were joining the two of them, you hesitated.

You wanted to be there for Will, so badly, but you knew you weren’t needed there. With the other three kids staying behind, you were learning from last time and staying with the kids. If something were to go wrong, you would be there to protect them from anything, even if it were to kill you.

“I’m, uh, I’m- I’m gonna stay here. You won’t need me anyway.”

“Are- Are you sure?” You heard the wariness in his voice.

“Yeah. I’ve always been the best babysitter,” you joked, trying to loosen the tension.

So, with a ‘see you later’ hug from Jonathan and an ‘I love you so much hug’ from Joyce, you headed back inside the house. The kids were waiting in the living room, the boys saying their goodbyes to El, making her promise to come back, “for real this time,” Lucas emphasized.

You made a detour into the kitchen, getting a drink, or just mindlessly walking around your house when you saw light from the backyard. Stepping closer to the sink and peering out the window, you saw Nancy and Steve standing beside each other. The two of them looked through the pile of stuff Hopper threw out of the shed earlier, looking for heaters, or anything for extra warmth. You couldn’t tell what they were talking about, and the dark distance didn’t allow you to gaze at their faces. They just stood in front of each other for a minute, maybe even two, before Steve walked away and back to the house.

You made haste to get away from the window, not wanting Steve to know you were spying on, what seemed like an intimate moment between the two. As you were making your exit from the kitchen, the back door opened telling you Steve was back. And if that wasn’t enough, his voice calling your name stopped you dead in your tracks. You spun around to face him, curiosity openly displayed on his face.

“Hey, uh, are you…are you going to Hopper’s cabin?” Then he backtracked his question before you could answer, “That’s dumb, of course, you are, he’s your-”

“Actually, I decided to stay behind,” your answer stopped his ramble.

His head tilted, a confused puppy came to mind, “oh. I just…I just thought since…”

“I know. I just…I just thought you guys would need me more.” A shrug of shoulders, “I can put up quite the fight when I’m not panicked.”

A laugh was shared between the both of you.

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Chapter 1: The blight was upon us, and we found no pardon

Right outside the Chantry, two human warriors in heavy plate were muttering quietly. One of them wore a flaming eye on her armor, but the other, the man, wore Warden emblems. Lanil's footsteps stumbled meeting his gaze, and she nodded her head respectfully. She continued walking on without another look at the Seeker. In fact, it took all her willpower to keep from shying away under the woman’s gaze as her skin crawled. She’ll never forget Fiona’s gaunt, stricken face after what Lambert did in the White Spire. She’ll never forget how many died because of the Seekers, either. Maybe having a Warden’s influence in their Inquisition would broaden their perspectives—she could only hope. A moment later, she heard near silent footsteps rushing through the grass and she turned to see the Tevinter mage, the one who hadn’t come with the Venatori, the same one that had tried to grab her. She scowled at him, mouth opening, but he merely grasped her bicep—again—and hurried her out of sight.

“Surana, is it?” he whispered. Lanil jerked her arm away. Again. Didn’t he learn? “What do you think you just did? That wasn’t exactly endearing.”

“I don’t care about endearing myself to anyone,” Lanil hissed furiously. “I just found out time magic exists, my mentor might be enthralled, and the Inquisition is half-full of magic-haters. Not to mention a cult is basically using my people as bait and hostages. I have to do something and I can’t wait for them to sit around a table and debate the merits of helping us!”

“Surely you’ve heard you’ll catch more flies with honey, and that, in there? The opposite of honey,” the Vint-mage retorted.

“I don’t do honey,” Lanil sniped.

“That’s obvious to anyone with sense. Luckily for you, I’m excellent at honey.”

“I’m really disliking continuing the metaphor like this.”

“Yes, it’s becoming trite.” The Vint chuckled softly. He bowed with a slight flourish. “I’m Dorian, of House Pavus, by the way.”

“Stop talking like you’re expecting applause,” Lanil said, moving to get past him.

“What, no applause? I’m devastated.” Dorian slid in front of her, holding out his staff horizontally to block her. Lanil glowered at him. “If you would wait one moment, whatever you’re planning, it’s not a good plan.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’m positive your plan involves you, all by your lonely angry self, blowing in Alexius’ door and hoping you get him before he gets you,” Dorian said succinctly, a perfectly shaped eyebrow arching. Lanil crossed her arms over her chest.

“It might.”

“Did you forget he controls time? He’s also an accomplished blood mage, although demon-summoning isn’t his style. I was his student for a long time, I know him.”

“Does that make you an accomplished blood mage?” Lanil asked warily. For the first time, she saw him lose his composure. Watched his eyes darken and his mouth tighten.

“There was a time when it fascinated me, as most arcana does…” Dorian broke off. “No, I’m no blood mage, Surana. Someone once told me only the weak-minded rely on such skills. I rather took it as a challenge.”

Lanil appraised him with new eyes. She hadn't thought she'd have anything in common with this elegantly dapper Vint other than 'mage'. That pigheadedness was definitely something she understood. She held out her hand and finally said, “Lanil.” She shrugged a shoulder at his surprised glance.

“Lanil Surana. A lovely name,” Dorian said with an indulgent smile. He clasped her proffered wrist. Despite his general foreignness, his grip was firm and not the slightest bit awkward.

She refused to smile back, but tension slipped from her shoulders regardless of what she wanted. “Tell me your plan, Dorian Pavus. Maybe we can make it work together.”

He smiled more widely and more warmly, and Lanil felt her own lips twitch.

#Lanil Surana #dai surana #dao surana #For It Is Fleeting AU #wip wednesday #kitty writes a thing #kitty writes about dragons #dai dorian #Dorian Pavus #i love their friendship so damn much #their horrible first meeting makes me laugh i know where you two dorks end up #dragon age fanfiction

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legolasbadass · 2 years

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Office Hours, Part 11

Summary: Lorelei Browning has just secured a job as an assistant professor at Exeter College in Oxford. Naturally, she is eager to prove herself and meet every challenge sent her way, but what she does not expect is the tall, handsome stranger who will quickly become much more than a colleague…

Relationship: Richard Armitage x OC (Professor AU)

Word Count: 4.8K

Rating: E

A/N: I apologize for the long wait for this chapter! I’ve been having an incredibly busy and stressful summer, so unfortunately I have not had much time to write. I hope this extra smutty chapter will make up for the long wait 😈

Also special thanks to @linasofia for your endless support and always being there to brainstorm ideas and reassure me when I get nervous, love you❤️

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The whole room erupts into applause as soon as Richard concludes his keynote paper, the last one of the day. As he gathers his notes, his eyes scan the crowd, and he smiles warmly when our gazes meet. He was incredibly nervous this morning, but now he looks relieved and pleased. The Chair then offers some concluding remarks, congratulating all the speakers, and after another round of applause, everyone stands and begins to move around the room. Gathering my coat and bag, I move through the crowd until I find Richard, who is putting his notes away in his bag.

“Hey,” I announce myself, and when he turns to face me, I smile brightly and reach out to squeeze his bicep, despite wanting to throw myself into his arms. “You were absolutely amazing!”

His responding blush warms my heart. “Thank you.”

“In fact, you were the best!”

“Well, I don’t know about that—I think your judgment might be slightly biased,” he replies with a smile.

“Nonsense! I’m perfectly capable of being objective. I’m not a Shakespearean but I thought you were very convincing, and everyone around me was nodding along and furiously scribbling in their notebooks.”

Richard offers me a grateful smile and takes my hand to squeeze it tight. “As long as I was more interesting than that Bristol guy.”

“Oh, God, yeah, he was a snore-fest,” I concur in a low voice.

He chuckles as he closes his bag, then gazes deeply into my eyes. “Thank you for being here. It means a lot.”

I smile at him, but whatever I might have said next is interrupted by a deep, wavery voice coming our way.

“Richard!”

Richard raises his gaze and smiles at the newcomer, a tall man with thin blonde hair clad in a white sweater vest and beige jacket oddly reminiscent of the fifth doctor. “Stephen—hi! It’s so good to see you!”

“Likewise!” Stephen replies as he pats the pocket of his jacket with his chubby hand. “How have you been?”

“Very well, thank you. What about you?”

“Oh, same old, really, ” he replies, then, at last, he acknowledges my presence. “I don’t think we’ve met?”

I open my mouth to respond, but Richard steps in. “Stephen, this is my girlfriend, Lorelei,” he says with a proud smile, and I can’t help but smile in return upon hearing him introduce me as his girlfriend for the first time ever. Even the surprise that now marks Stephen’s face doesn’t bother me that much. “Lorelei, this is Stephen Clarke. We did our master’s at Birmingham together.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I say and hold out my arm to shake his hand.

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” he answers as he shakes my hand. “It’s not every day we see pretty young ladies like yourself at these kinds of events.”

I raise my eyebrows, but he does not seem to notice my discomfort.

“Are you two in Bath for the weekend?”

“We are,” Richard replies as he raises his hand to hold my back.

“A few of us are going to the pub later if you’d like to join us,” Stephen suggests, gesturing to a group of men to our right.

“Thank you, but we actually have dinner plans,” I reply, causing Richard to eye me curiously.

“In that case, it was nice meeting you! And nice seeing you again, Richard,” Stephen says with a kind smile before stepping away.

“We have dinner plans?” Richard asks, turning to face me once more.

“Yeah, I thought it would be fun to go out to celebrate. And I know just the place; I saw a really nice restaurant when I went to get coffee earlier.”

Richard smiles softly and pulls me in for a hug, uncaring of the people around us. “I need to invite you to all conferences I go to in the future.”

Wrapping my arms around his middle, I smile in return. “I accept your invitation.” Then, belatedly, I ask, “You don’t mind, do you? ‘Cause if you want, we can go out with them—”

He shakes his head. “Spending the evening with a bunch of old men I don’t really know or spending the night alone with you? There’s really no competition.”

I can’t help but smile at his answer, but I do force myself not to kiss him, given the time and place. Richard, however, doesn’t seem to share my concern for propriety and bends down to cover my lips with his own, his hands now cradling my face. His kiss is slow and reserved, but I can feel passion and no small amount of desire simmering inside him, and I know that it would take only the slightest brush of my hand against his chest to drive him mad with need—but that will have to wait until later tonight. The crowded conference room is not the ideal place for such manifestations of love.

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Back at the hotel, I try to tame my wild, wavy hair, then put on some light makeup before changing into a long, emerald dress with flutter sleeves and a low neckline that accentuates my curves. After looking at myself in the mirror for much too long and overthinking everything, I finally gather the courage to step out of the bathroom. Richard stands in the middle of the room, looking at his phone. My whole body sighs at the sight of him; he wears a nice brown and grey plaid suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and the firm muscles of his long legs, and when he turns to face me, he swallows heavily, and the softness in his eyes makes heat rise up my cheeks.

“Lorelei,” he says in that deep, rumbling voice that goes straight to my heart, “you look … beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I reply shyly, looking down at my dress. “You don’t think it’s too much? I don’t know, I feel like maybe it’s too revealing—”

“Definitely not,” he interjects, his voice growing even deeper as he walks toward me. “It fits you perfectly, sweetheart. Though, of course, if you’d rather, I can help you take it off….”

Amused, and now much less nervous, I shake my head. “All in due time,” I say. Then, reaching out to smooth out the lapel of his jacket, I add, “You look very handsome, by the way.”

In response, Richard leans in to capture my lips in a deep, all-consuming kiss, his hands coming to frame my warm cheeks. If it weren’t for my growling stomach, I would have taken him up on his offer in a heartbeat; he looked so very handsome today while he presented his paper and spoke so passionately about his research, and I have to admit that his knowledge and eloquence are incredibly arousing—so much so that I can barely contain my fervent desire for him at this moment.

The air is crisp but mild as we walk hand in hand to the restaurant. The sun has just disappeared over the tall Georgian houses, soaking the street in the purple glow of twilight. Warm, orange light spills from each window and storefront, and from a few blocks away, the gentle melody of a violin floats toward us. The restaurant stands on the corner of a busy street facing the Roman Baths, and with a smile, Richard holds out the heavy door for me, then steps in behind me, his large hand pressing into my back. A young woman greets us with a kind smile, then leads us through the 18th-century dining room with its boiserie panels and frescoed ceiling. Our table sits beneath a tall Georgian window, bathing in the soft, warm glow of the candlelight. As I take off my coat, Richard holds out my chair for me, then offers me a tender smile as he takes his seat before me. We exchange a few words with the waitress, then, as I reach out for a menu, my eyes wander to a woman sitting a few feet away to our right, whose eyes keep darting back to Richard.

“What?” he asks when he notices my smile.

“The woman beside us is checking you out,” I say in a low voice.

“No she’s not,” he says with a chuckle without so much as a glance in her direction. “If she is looking at me she’s probably wondering what an old guy like me is doing with a girl like you.”

“Richard,” I say with a click of my tongue. Then, to lighten up the mood, I say, “You’re so oblivious.”

He raises his eyebrows from above his menu.

“You don’t realize just how many people check you out on a daily basis.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“What do you mean?” I ask with a frown.

“I made eyes at you for nearly two months before you noticed.”

“That’s not true,” I reply with a shake of my head. “I definitely noticed.” Memories of stolen glances during faculty meetings and his hands much too often accidentally brushing against mine or my hips come to mind, and heat flushes my cheeks. “I just … I guess for a while I was trying to convince myself I was imagining things, and then later I told myself that even if I wasn’t ….” I trail off as I put down my menu, knowing there is no need to make matters worse by stating it out loud. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be,” he hastens to say, reaching out to hold onto my hand over the table. Then, proving once again that he can read my thoughts as easily as his own, he says, “I’m sorry about Stephen earlier.”

I want to tell him that it’s not his fault, but he knows that, so instead, I shyly ask, “Doesn’t it bother you?”

He squeezes my hand tightly for a moment. “Well, I suppose it bothers me a little because I know he didn’t make that face because he thinks you’re too young for me, but because he thinks I’m too old for you,” he admits with a chuckle. “But, truthfully? No, it doesn’t bother me most of the time. Because I—I want to be with you, Lorelei, and no one else’s opinion on our relationship matters to me but yours.”

“Then I’m really sorry I let it get to me.”

Hurt shadows his eyes, but it is gone in an instant. “Don’t be, sweetheart,” he says softly, leaning closer to caress my bare arm.

I offer him a soft smile, but when the waitress appears beside us to fill our wine glasses and take our orders, I’m grateful for the distraction. I hate that despite the depth and intensity of my feelings for Richard, someone I don’t even know has the power to instill doubt in my heart. But I refuse to let it ruin our evening, so I raise my glass and smile at Richard.

“To the most brilliant and handsome keynote speaker the British Shakespeare Association has ever had.”

“You flatter me,” he replies, looking down. A blush creeps onto his cheeks under his beard, and I melt inside. Richard is much too humble for someone of his stature, but his shyness endears him to me all the more.

“No, I mean it! I’m so proud of you.”

The softness in his eyes tells me he wants nothing more than to kiss me right now, but seeing as we are in a restaurant, sitting on opposite sides of a table, he can only reach out to hold my hand. Yet even so simple a gesture is enough to make my heart tingle.

The rest of the evening goes on much more smoothly, and as always with Richard, conversation flows easily and we share good laughs. After sharing a slice of cake for dessert, we step out of the restaurant hand in hand and walk through the busy, narrow street until we reach the churchyard in front of the abbey. When I notice the ice cream shop, I smile and pull on Richard’s arm.

“I want ice cream!” I exclaim excitedly.

“In this weather? Are you mad?”

“What are you talking about? This is perfect weather to eat ice cream—it doesn’t melt when it’s cold,” I explain, smiling more widely at his befuddled expression.

“You always complain about being cold, though; you’ll be freezing,” he replies, though a fond smile plays at his lips.

“Then you’ll be there to warm me,” I say with a shrug.

He laughs in response, then squeezes my hand. “Alright, fine.”

A few minutes later, we are sitting on a bench eating ice cream in front of the abbey. Richard’s free arm is wrapped around me while my head rests against his shoulder. Glancing up at him, I let my eyes wander from the brown curl that falls over his forehead, then to his patrician nose, the tip of which is now pink from the cold. In the dark, blue light of the night, his beard appears even darker but no less soft, and when he notices me watching him and smiles softly, I can’t help but lean in to kiss his cheek.

He chuckles, and when I pull away, I gesture toward his salted caramel ice cream. “Can I taste?”

“Only if you let me taste yours, otherwise you’ll get more ice cream than me.”

Raising my eyebrows, I shake my head. “You are a child,” I say, but hand him my cone nonetheless.

Warmth spreads through me as he licks the chocolate ice cream, then swipes his tongue over his upper lip, but then he grimaces, and I laugh.

“It’s too sweet.”

“It’s supposed to be sweet—it’s ice cream!”

“No ice cream is supposed to be cold. It’s in the name, darling.”.

“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes before stealing a bite from his ice cream.

Unfortunately, Richard was right. In no time at all, I’m shivering, and even my coat and scarf can’t keep me warm. But he is there for me. With a chuckle, Richard pulls me into a warm embrace, his strong arms wrapping themselves around me as his head rests above mine. Smiling to myself, I snuggle against his chest and let him softly caress my hair, a gesture that has become so familiar and reassuring. After a while, I look up at him, and the tenderness in his eyes as he gazes back at me reminds me of how lucky I am to have found him—how lucky we are to have found each other. Slowly, Richard raises his large hands to adjust my scarf around my neck, just as he did on that night we shared our first kiss, before raising them to frame my chilled cheeks, warming them as quickly as the tenderness in his deep blue eyes warms my heart as he leans in to capture my lips in a cold, ice-cream sweetened kiss.

Then it begins to rain.

It starts as a whispering in the air that embraces the city in a cloud of mist. But soon, the soft tinkling turns to heavy drumming, forcing us to run and take shelter under the awning of a second-hand bookshop. It’s silly, really, how we can live in England and still be surprised when rain greets us, yet here we are, wholly unprepared for it. Neither of us carried an umbrella, and my scarf is already so wet I’m forced to take it off.

We wait for a few minutes, but the rain is unrelenting, so Richard says, “Come on, let’s walk—it’s not raining that hard.”

“Yeah, alright,” I reply in defeat.

He holds out his hand for me; despite the rain and the cold, it is still warm, and he smiles at me as I intertwine our fingers. Unfortunately, we have been walking for barely five minutes when the rain intensifies yet again, water now falling from the sky with such force that I can barely see in front of me. Every inch of my skin feels soaked despite my thick coat, and I start to shiver. I want to get back to the hotel as quickly as possible, but when Richard pulls on my hand harder as if to drag me forward faster, I shake my head.

“Wait, I can’t run in these heels!” I shout over the heavy pounding.

In response, Richard looks back at me and crouches as water flows down his face in an almost constant stream. “Come on—I’ll carry you.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“It’s just a few blocks and you weigh nothing—come on!”

Hesitantly, I lean against his back and wrap my arms around his neck, allowing him to lift me up effortlessly, his hands squeezing my thighs. I hold onto him tightly as he begins to run, and though it somehow feels as though I am getting even more soaked, I cannot help but laugh at the situation, and soon Richard joins me, his laughter reverberating through my body. People eye us with amusement as we rush past them through the sea of umbrellas on the cobblestone streets, and after what seems like an eternity, I finally recognize our hotel.

Richard carefully lowers me back to the ground and ushers me inside. The sound of the rain instantly fades to a distant humming as soon as the door is shut behind us, and already the warmth reigning inside begins to ease the stiffness in my muscles.

“Well, that was a bad time to forget an umbrella,” Richard says in a low voice as he leads the way up the narrow staircase.

“Tell me about it,” I reply through clattering teeth.

Richard offers me an apologetic look as we step into our room and take off our coats and shoes. Then, with a mischievous smirk, I know all too well, he says, “I think I know the perfect way to warm you up.”

“Oh?”

A shiver runs down my spine, and I try to come up with an equally teasing reply, but I cannot form a single coherent thought. Richard’s hair is soaked and tousled from the rain, one loose strand falling across his forehead, and I stand, mesmerized, as a water drop slides down his patrician nose and into his beard, a familiar warmth spreading in my lower stomach.

“I think a warm shower is just what you need,” he says in that low, rumbling voice as he closes the space between us, and when his eyes shamelessly drift to my heaving breasts, a soft sigh escapes my lips.

He gives me no chance to reply as he scoops me up into his arms, then steps toward the bathroom.

“Aren’t you tired of carrying me?”I chuckle.

“Never,” he replies with a smile.

Richard sets me back down in the bathroom, and no sooner do my feet touch the floor than he pulls me flush against him and captures my lips in a deep, all-consuming kiss. Sweet fire ebbs through me as his damp beard scratches my cheeks, and I cannot help but moan when his hands trail down my back to squeeze my bottom. The contrast between my burning skin and my cold dress causes me to shiver, but I do not need to utter a single word before Richard reaches for the ties of my dress to drag it down my body with only minimal struggle despite how the wet fabric clings to my skin. Suddenly, his eyes widen, and I belatedly realize that my breasts are now spilling from the cups of my bra, my nipples hardening further under his loving gaze.

With a strangled groan, he reaches out to push my bra down and cover my breasts with his large hands, his thumbs flicking over my nipples until I am forced to hold onto him for support. He is still fully dressed, and the need to feel his naked skin against my own is nearly overwhelming, so I clumsily—and without success—begin to pull on his jacket, causing him to chuckle.

“Don’t laugh,” I say, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes, and frown. “It’s not my fault you’re so bloody tall.”

His laugh echoes through the room. “And you’re too short—you’re like a hobbit.”

I resist the urge to roll my eyes as he finally shrugs off his jacket and lets it fall at our feet. “No, hobbits are like max four feet tall. I’m more dwarf height.”

Richard chuckles and shakes his head. “I can’t believe I’m standing here talking about hobbit and dwarf heights while you’re half naked in front of me.”

I smile brightly at him. “And you love it,” I reply, giggling softly as I reach out to help him disrobe.

Despite the burning lust darkening his gaze as my fingers brush against his already hardening member through his trousers, his responding smile is so incredibly tender that I cannot help but stand on my tiptoes to press a soft kiss onto his bearded cheek.

His trousers cling to his solid thighs in a most alluring way, but nothing can compare to the sight of his naked body, and as he slowly helps me peel each layer off his skin, a familiar, gentle warmth flows through me, down to my core where it twists into delicate knots that only he knows how to unbind. Soon, all our clothes lie at our feet, and after testing the water’s temperature, Richard guides me into the shower and under the spray. Leaning in to kiss me, his hands come to cradle my face as the water trickles between our bodies, heightening every sensation.

My lips part to welcome his tongue while my hands slip around his waist to hold onto his muscled back. Then, smiling against his lips, I let one of my hands slide down to his bottom and squeeze it, causing him to groan. As I continue to caress him, his hardening member presses into my stomach, and a sudden desire to taste him washes over me.

Breaking the kiss, I take a step back and pause to admire him for a moment; his eyes are dark with lust, his beard damp, and water pearls over his shoulders and trickles through the curls on his broad chest. He does not even need to kiss me or touch me. The mere sight of him like this is enough to make me wet, and as I lower myself to my knees before him, ignoring his faint protest, I squeeze my thighs together to alleviate some of the throbbing pressure.

“Lorelei…” Richard groans, his voice deep and growling as he looks down at me.

Recognizing the passion and need in his voice, I raise a hand to touch him in response, first with a teasing caress of my fingers, then with a long, slow stroke, pulling another groan from him. Hopeless to resist him, I lower my head to wrap my lips around him, my tongue trailing over the veins covering his length.

With a deep moan that echoes against the tiled walls, Richard buries his hands in my wet hair, fisting but not guiding, encouraging me further. My tongue swirls around the head with each pull, dipping briefly to taste the fluid oozing from the tip, and he momentarily tightens his hold on me, sending another wave of heat down to my core. One of my hands rests on his muscular thigh while the other reaches for the parts of him my mouth cannot reach, and when another groan escapes his lips, I look up to find him watching me, his eyes hooded and his lips parted. Our gazes locked, I increase the pace, finding the rhythm and pressure I know will drive him mad with lust, and in no time at all, I feel him hardening even more in my mouth.

The next moment, Richard pulls away and huskily murmurs against my lips, “I want to finish inside you,” as he lifts me into his strong arms.

The cold metro tiles greet my back as he pushes me against the wall, but I barely feel the chill of it as the hot water trickles down our skin, and Richard devours my lips with a series of hungry, passionate kisses. My legs now firmly wrapped around his waist, I grind my hips against him, desperate to alleviate the pressure between my thighs, and when my heat meets his hardness, the two of us moan into the kiss. Another thrust, and I reach out to hold onto something, but bereft of purchase, my hand slips against the wet wall. Without ever breaking the kiss, Richard reaches out for my hand and attaches it to his neck, and even I moan as my fingers delve into the wet curls at the back of his head.

The first touch of his lips against my neck sends shivers down my spine, and when he travels lower to suck on my beaded nipple, sparks erupt in my core, buzzing incessantly. He gives me no time to adjust to the sensation before lowering a hand between our bodies to cover my aching core. His fingers slip through my folds, circling over my clit a few times before dipping lower toward my entrance, and I cannot hold back my moan as he slides that finger inside me and immediately finds the spot that makes me see stars.

“Richard…” I whimper helplessly, my whole body humming to the rhythm of his lips and fingers.

He smiles against my breast, then looks up to meet my eyes. “Are you sufficiently warmed up, dear?” he asks despite how warm my skin undoubtedly is against him.

“Hm, not yet,” I reply with what I hope is a seductive smirk.

He presses a soft kiss onto my lips. “In that case….”

Before I know it, his shaft replaces his finger inside me, drawing a breathless cry from me. He surges hard and fast inside me, sure of his welcome, giving me only a short moment to adjust before pulling out to the tip and pushing back in all the way. There is nothing gentle about the way he slams into me, yet tingles erupt in my heart at the soft, tender look in his eyes as he watches my reactions. His name floats to my lips in a low, desperate whimper as I tighten about him, causing him to groan.

“Oh, Lorelei,” he manages to grit, still pounding into me, but whatever he says next is drowned out by our moans as he shifts me in his arms to move even deeper inside me.

This new angle places pressure on my clit with every movement, rendering me breathless as my sweat-slicked skin presses into his wet chest. I can barely think—I can barely breathe—from the white hot pleasure shooting through me, but I nevertheless meet each of his thrusts with my own. The next moment, Richard bends down to capture my nipple between his lips, and that is all it takes.

My back arches as my climax consumes me, burning tingles ravaging my whole body as my muscles throb incessantly around him. I continue to move against him until he, too, reaches his peak with a deep, drawn-out groan, his head coming to rest against my shoulder. For a long moment, neither of us speaks; there is only the sound of our heavy breathing and the water cascading over us, its melody nearly as calm and comforting as Richard’s heart beating against mine.

“I feel much warmer now, thank you,” I chuckle as I press a kiss onto his wet hair, still slightly out of breath.

Richard smiles against my skin before pulling away just enough to gaze into my eyes. “At your service,” he says playfully before pressing his lips against mine in a slow, languid kiss that causes me to clench around him once more.

With a groan, he tightens his hold on me. “How ‘bout I wash you and then I’ll be ready for another round.”

“You sure know how to seduce me,” I say with a smile before kissing him once more.

My legs shake when Richard pulls out and sets me back on my feet, and with a chuckle and a proud smile, he wraps his arms around me. After a little while, he reaches for a bottle on the shelf and spins me around. He squeezes the shampoo into his hands, then buries them into my hair, carefully massaging my scalp. With a content sigh, I lean back against his broad chest and close my eyes.

He takes his time rinsing my hair, then moves on to wash the rest of my body with the same care. His hands linger on my breasts and other tempting spots, slowly stirring desire within me once more. Once he finishes rinsing me off, he wraps his arms around my waist and presses a kiss into the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent while he brings one hand to teasingly squeeze my breast.

Turning my head to meet his gaze, I offer him a soft smile. “It’s my turn to wash you now.”

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thequeenofmyownscreen · 2 years

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Fourteen things I noted about CR2E97 “The Fancy and the Fooled” and the Talks Machina about it :

I know it's the last live episode before the pandemic and all that happened since... and it's sad to think about about that. Knowing that, I was prepared to enjoy and cherish the hell ouf this episode, even more so than usual because I fucking love live episodes of CR, and I hope that someday in the future they will 1) do it again 2) maybe on a continent where I would be able to attend without getting myself in debt

THE OUTFITS !!!!! i love Ashley's the most because i do love long sleeves. But everyone was so sparkly and beautiful (except Sam)

Matt grumbles about how the party named "the custom ship I worked really hard to have custom made and present to you guys with a cool opportunity to name your one fantasy ship" : The Balleater, and Liam just adress the audience "Hey guys, what's that book called again ?". The entire live audience : "THE BALLEATER !!" Travis, at Matt, laughing his ass off : "Never had 3000 people shout that at you before !"

"Are we getting banned on Twitch right now ?" yes this question is asked because of what Sam is doing with his mouth live in front of 3000 people.

ESSEK ???????? ESSEK WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING i knew it !! No that's a lie I didn't ! He was shady, at first, and then he became their friend ! So I forgot the suspicions, even though looking back, of course it's him, he was in the best position to do so.

Jester : "If I tattooed your bicep, Yasha... I would have intimate knowledge of your bicep !" Yasha, probably just a little bit turned on : *awkward laugh*

Marion totally thinks the Mighty Nein are gonna have weird clay sex in her bathroom, but she's "not one to judge".

VETH IS HERE !! oh the description from Matt was so lovely. There was a religious silence in the audience, and then a formidable applause, as we all see her official art change. So great.

Beau : "Fjord, Yasha, do you want to go to the fish market ?" Yasha : "It is my favored terrain.." Ashley's half ashamed for this joke but IT IS AMAZING. Really, the whole scene with Fjord and the disaster lesbians is such gold.

Caduceus, to Beau : "How would you like an hour of being your best self ?" Later, he cast Tongues on her. Beau, who will seize every opportunity to make lesbian jokes : "I see what you mean by my best self now, yeah ! You're fucking insightful, Caduceus."

Travis, as they're dragging around Lord Thain'/Essek's paralized body at the part : "What happened to just messaging Essek and fucking prank calling him ?" Matt, who also did not expect any of that at all : "WELCOME TO THE MIGHTY NEIN, TRAVIS !!"

Gotta respect Liam, old-time D&D player that he is, actually rolling 15d8 to put Essek to sleep.

The scene with Essek, oh my god, I was half-crying at the end. I'm not sure what kind of choice they will do regarding Essek's status, but the talk about him having clear goals, and having the Mighty Nein, through the sheer force of friendship, making those goals a little less important, and so making the consequences of his actions a lot more important... The parallels between Caleb and him ! The fact that he feels alone, but is accepted in this group of weirdoes who only have each other. And so so many quotes by Liam, who is a powerhouse in crafting dialogues. "You were not born with venom in your veins"

Sam is outraged that Liam named the new spell used in Nott's transformation after Caleb Widogast, and not Veth or Nott. outraged, I say ! this is so funny

#my thoughts #critical role #cr campaign 2 #CR2E97 #i hope you like reblogs of old stuff 'cause boy did tumblr had some things to say on this one

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Protein Power: A Deep Dive into the Benefits of a High-Protein Diet

For many years, protein has been hailed as an essential macronutrient that plays a pivotal role in supporting various bodily functions. In recent times, the popularity of high-protein diets has surged, with individuals seeking to harness the numerous benefits associated with this dietary approach. A high-protein diet involves consuming an increased amount of protein-rich foods while maintaining a balance of other necessary nutrients. This article delves into the deep dive of the benefits of a high-protein diet, exploring its impact on weight management, muscle building, athletic performance, metabolism, and satiety. Additionally, common misconceptions and concerns surrounding high-protein diets will be addressed, along with practical tips for implementing a balanced and sustainable high-protein eating plan.

Defining a High-Protein Diet

A high-protein diet is exactly what it sounds like: a diet that emphasizes the consumption of foods rich in protein. This means loading up on sources like lean meats, poultry, fish, eggs, dairy, legumes, and even protein-rich vegetables like spinach and broccoli. It's the ultimate dream diet for all you meat lovers out there!

The Popularity of High-Protein Diets

High-protein diets have been gaining popularity in recent years, and it's not just because they make you feel like a muscle-bound superhero. Many people are drawn to these diets because of their potential to promote weight loss, improve body composition, and enhance overall health. Plus, who can resist a diet that still allows you to eat lots of delicious protein-packed foods?

2. Understanding the Role of Protein in the Body

The Importance of Protein for Overall Health

Protein is like the MVP of the body. It plays a crucial role in countless bodily functions, from building and repairing tissues to producing enzymes and hormones. Without protein, we would be a hot mess of broken-down cells and hormonal imbalances. So, let's give a round of applause to this hardworking nutrient!

Protein's Role in Building and Repairing Tissues

Protein is the builder extraordinaire in our bodies. It helps to repair damaged tissues, build new cells, and support the growth of muscles, bones, and organs. It's like the construction crew working tirelessly to keep our bodies strong and functioning properly. So, next time you hit the gym and feel those post-workout muscle soreness, make sure to give protein the credit it deserves!

The Function of Protein in Enzymes and Hormones

Protein also moonlights as the master chemist in our bodies. It assists in the production of enzymes, which are the catalysts for all the chemical reactions happening inside us. Additionally, protein helps to regulate hormones, which are like the managers of our body's systems. So, without protein, our bodies would be a chaotic mess of uncoordinated chemical reactions. Thanks for keeping us in check, protein!

3. Exploring the Benefits of a High-Protein Diet

Increased Muscle Mass and Strength

If you dream of having biceps that could rival The Hulk's, a high-protein diet might be your secret weapon. Protein is essential for muscle growth and repair, so increasing your protein intake can help boost muscle mass and strength. Time to flex those protein-fueled guns!

Improved Body Composition and Weight Loss

Want to shed a few pounds and flaunt that summer bod? A food with rich in protein can be your trusty sidekick on this weight loss journey. Protein has a higher thermic effect compared to fats and carbs, which means our bodies burn more calories while digesting protein. It also helps to keep us feeling fuller for longer, reducing those pesky cravings. So, say goodbye to the midnight snack attacks!

Enhanced Bone Health and Density

Sorry, dairy industry, but protein is not just for building muscles – it's also a superhero for our bones. Consuming enough protein is crucial for maintaining bone health and density. It helps to prevent conditions like osteoporosis and reduces the risk of fractures. So, next time someone asks you why you're chugging that protein shake, just tell them you're building your fortress of strong bones!

4. Weight Management and Muscle Building with Protein

The Effect of Protein on Satiety and Appetite Control

Protein can be your secret weapon when it comes to managing your appetite. It helps increase feelings of fullness, keeping hunger at bay and preventing those dreaded hangry moments. By including protein in your meals and snacks, you can maintain better control over your food intake and avoid mindlessly raiding the pantry for more cookies.

Maximizing Muscle Protein Synthesis through Protein Intake

Muscle protein synthesis is the process that helps our muscles grow and repair. To maximize this process, we need to provide our bodies with an adequate amount of protein. By consuming protein at regular intervals throughout the day, we can keep the muscle-building machinery running smoothly.

Combining Protein with Exercise for Optimal Muscle Growth

To take your muscle-building game to the next level, combine protein with exercise. Protein provides the building blocks for muscle growth, and exercise gives your muscles the necessary stimulus to grow. It's like the perfect partnership between protein and dumbbells – a match made in the gym!

So, if you're ready to embrace the power of protein, a high-protein diet might just be the ticket to a healthier, stronger, and more fabulous you. Time to channel your inner protein superhero and fuel your body with the wonders of this mighty nutrient!

5. Enhancing Athletic Performance through High-Protein Nutrition

Protein's Role in Muscle Recovery and Repair

When it comes to athletic performance, protein is a true MVP. Not only does it help build lean muscle mass, but it also plays a crucial role in muscle recovery and repair. After intense workouts or training sessions, your muscles need some TLC, and protein is the key to providing it. Protein contains amino acids, which are the building blocks of muscle tissue. By consuming an adequate amount of protein, you can promote faster muscle recovery and repair, allowing you to get back in the game quicker and stronger.

The Importance of Protein Timing for Athletes

Timing is everything, and this holds true for protein consumption in athletes. To maximize the benefits of protein for athletic performance, it's important to consider protein timing. Consuming protein within 30 minutes to an hour after exercise can help jumpstart the muscle recovery process. This window of opportunity, often referred to as the "anabolic window," is when your body is most receptive to protein absorption and utilization. So, don't forget to refuel with some protein after your sweat sessions to make the most of your hard work.

Optimizing Protein Intake for Endurance and Strength Training

Whether you're hitting the pavement for a long run or lifting weights at the gym, optimizing your protein intake is crucial for endurance and strength training. Endurance athletes may benefit from slightly higher protein intake to support their higher energy demands and aid in muscle preservation. On the other hand, strength trainers and bodybuilders may need even more protein to support muscle growth and repair. It's best to consult with a sports nutritionist or dietitian to determine the optimal protein intake for your specific training goals and needs.

6. The Impact of Protein on Metabolism and Satiety

Protein's Effect on Metabolic Rate and Energy Expenditure

If you're looking to rev up your metabolism, protein has your back. Protein has a higher thermic effect than fats or carbohydrates, meaning it requires more energy to digest and metabolize. This means that by including more protein in your diet, you can increase your metabolic rate and energy expenditure. In simple terms, your body has to work harder to break down and utilize protein, resulting in burning more calories during digestion.

Protein's Influence on Hunger Hormones and Feeling Full

Protein not only boosts your metabolism but also helps keep hunger at bay. Unlike carbohydrates, protein takes longer to digest, which means it keeps you feeling full and satisfied for a more extended period. Additionally, protein has been shown to have a positive impact on hunger hormones, such as ghrelin and peptide YY, which help regulate appetite. By including protein-rich foods in your meals and snacks, you can curb cravings and prevent overeating, making it easier to maintain a healthy weight.

The Thermic Effect of Protein and its Caloric Burn

Another cool aspect of protein is its thermic effect, aka the calories burned during digestion. Protein has a higher thermic effect compared to fats and carbs, meaning that a portion of the calories from protein is used to break it down and absorb it. This gives protein a slight advantage when it comes to weight management, as it can contribute to a higher caloric burn. So, by incorporating more protein into your diet, you're not only nourishing your body but also giving your metabolism a little extra boost.

7. Addressing Misconceptions and Concerns about High-Protein Diets

Debunking Myths about Protein and Kidney Health

One common misconception about high-protein diets is that they can be harmful to kidney health. However, numerous studies have debunked this myth, showing that protein intake within the recommended range is safe for individuals with healthy kidneys. It's only those with pre-existing kidney conditions who might need to be cautious about their protein intake. So, don't let the fear of kidney damage hold you back from enjoying the benefits of a high-protein diet.

Examining the Relationship between Protein and Bone Health

There's been some concern about the impact of high-protein diets on bone health. However, research suggests that adequate protein intake is actually beneficial for bone health and can help prevent age-related bone loss. Protein is an essential component of bone tissue, and a lack of protein can contribute to bone fragility. So, by including enough protein in your diet, you can support your bones and keep them strong and healthy.

Considering Potential Risks and Side Effects of High-Protein Diets

While protein is undoubtedly beneficial, it's essential to approach high-protein diets with balance and moderation. Consuming excessive amounts of protein can put stress on your kidneys, lead to nutrient imbalances, and even increase the risk of certain health conditions. It's crucial to strike a balance and choose high-quality protein sources while also getting other vital nutrients from a well-rounded diet. As with any dietary changes, it's always wise to consult with a healthcare professional or registered dietitian before drastically increasing your protein intake.

8. Implementing a Balanced and Sustainable High-Protein Diet

Determining Protein Requirements for Different Individuals

When it comes to protein requirements, there's no one-size-fits-all approach. The optimal protein intake varies depending on factors such as age, sex, activity level, and overall health. Generally, the Recommended Dietary Allowance (RDA) suggests a daily protein intake of 0.8 grams per kilogram of body weight for the average adult. However, athletes and individuals with specific goals may require higher amounts. Consulting with a healthcare professional or registered dietitian can help determine your specific protein needs and establish a personalized plan.

Choosing the Right Sources of Protein

Not all protein sources are created equal, and it's essential to choose high-quality protein sources for a balanced and sustainable diet. Incorporate a variety of protein-rich foods such as lean meats, poultry, fish, eggs, legumes, nuts, and dairy products. Plant-based protein sources like tofu, tempeh, quinoa, and lentils are excellent options for vegetarians and vegans. By diversifying your protein sources, you can ensure that you're getting a wide range of essential amino acids and other nutrients.

Maintaining a Balanced and Sustainable Approach

Remember, balance is key! While a high-protein diet can be beneficial, it's necessary to maintain balance and ensure you're still getting a variety of other nutrients from carbohydrates, healthy fats, and fruits and vegetables. Aim to create a well-rounded, sustainable eating plan that meets your protein needs while also providing adequate vitamins, minerals, and fiber. And always listen to your body – if you experience any adverse effects or have concerns, consult with a healthcare professional or registered dietitian to make adjustments as needed.In conclusion, a high-protein diet can offer a multitude of benefits for individuals looking to improve their overall health, body composition, and athletic performance. By understanding the role of protein in the body and implementing a balanced and sustainable approach, one can harness the power of protein to support weight management, muscle growth, metabolism, and satiety. It is important to note that individual protein requirements may vary, and consulting with a healthcare professional or registered dietitian can provide personalized guidance. Embracing a high-protein diet, alongside a well-rounded lifestyle, can pave the way for a healthier and more energized life.

FAQ

1. Is a high-protein diet suitable for everyone?

A high-protein diet can be suitable for many individuals; however, it is important to consider individual health conditions, allergies, and specific dietary needs. Consulting with a healthcare professional or registered dietitian is recommended to determine if a high-protein diet is appropriate for you.

2. Can a high-protein diet lead to kidney damage?

Contrary to a common misconception, research suggests that a high-protein diet is generally safe for individuals with healthy kidneys. However, those with pre-existing kidney conditions should exercise caution and consult with a healthcare professional before making significant dietary changes.

3. What are some good sources of protein for a high-protein diet?

There are numerous excellent sources of high protein foods and vegetables for a high-protein diet. These include lean meats, poultry, fish, dairy products, eggs, legumes, tofu, tempeh, and plant-based protein powders. It is recommended to include a variety of protein sources to ensure a well-rounded nutrient intake.

4. How much protein should I consume on a high-protein diet?

Individual protein requirements can vary based on factors such as age, sex, weight, activity level, and goals. As a general guideline, the Recommended Dietary Allowance (RDA) suggests a daily intake of 0.8 grams of protein per kilogram of body weight. However, for individuals following a high-protein diet, protein intake can range from 1.2 to 2 grams per kilogram of body weight. Consulting with a healthcare professional or registered dietitian can provide personalized recommendations.

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birdies kissing !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#im very normal can u tell #why is loy so cute why is talanah so hot im just #women.#aloy deserves some soft and casual kisses.....#also BICEPS [applause]#hzd #hfw #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #aloy #talanah #aloy x talanah #hawk and thrush #birdies #fanart #my art #oseram spark worker shirt............hhhhnng??#Horizon Series

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Reunited, and it feels so good || Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Summary: You and Dylan reunite again on the set of 'Teen Wolf the Movie' where feelings from a previous relationship easily resurface. (based off THIS REQUEST)

Words: 4k

Warnings: swearing, angst, a fic within a fic

Notes: TEEN WOLF MOVIE THOUGH?!?! LIKE THIS IS OUR LIVES NOW. Also, just fluff between all castmates because we all know they'd be so happy and excited like us.

It's surprising how four entire years can dissipate within a single moment; be pushed aside, disappear, act as if they never happened. It was simply as if your life after 'Teen Wolf' never existed as you wandered back onto set and absorbed the oh-so-familiar atmosphere that had become your home after six seasons. You were met first with the set belonging to Sheriff Stilinski's office, a place where you had found yourself taking multiple naps on the soft and lumpy couch in the corner and sharing some of your most emotionally taxing scenes with your costars. Your hand ran over the familiar wooden desk as the crew around you continued to put everything back in its place before filming started. You smiled at those who moved around you and offered them a nod in acknowledgment before a voice boomed through the closed set, startling your body into a small jump.

"Y/N/N my girl, hey! I can finally hug you in person, get over 'ere!" Tyler Posey, in all of his joyous and bubbly glory, cooed as his decorated arms were thrown around your fame and pulled you close against his chest. His warmth was more than enough for you to squeeze him back and relish in this missed physical contact. You had talked to him at least once a week find filming ended in 2017, a pact between you and some of your castmates to ensure that your connection was never lost. Facetime had become a new best friend for you and Tyler over the past year, however, due to the unforeseen change amongst the world. It felt great to finally be by his side again.

"Hey, Ty. I love you but I can't breathe, buddy, gotta lay off that weight training a little." You snickered, your sarcasm used to boost his ego slightly as a form of your friendly banter. He gave you one more bone-crushing squeeze before pulling back, his lopsided smile even wider than before as he grinned at you. He had wanted this 'Teen Wolf' revival for nearly five years, and here we are, every possible speckle of excitement etched over his facial features. It was contagious. You gently grasped his bicep over the pack tattoo on his left side, your teeth just showing for your own offer of a smile, "It's so good to see you, to be here again. I can't believe Jeff caved into the constant fucking nagging for four years!"

He chuckled as his spare arm was thrown over his shoulder, rubbing at the back of his neck. A small rose blush settled on his cheekbones. "Yeah well, I missed having us all together on set again. And honestly... I missed Scott. The cheeky bastard got under my skin, he's a part of me now, Y/N." He laughed loudly, catching the eyes of a few crew members who were glad to see his commitment. Before you could open your mouth to agree with his sentiment, Tyler cursed very softly under his breath, his hand circling around your wrist and pulling you along behind him. "A few of us are already here in the lunchroom. Sandra from lighting told us that she saw you arrive and I just couldn't hold back, ya know?" The famous Posey laugh returned as you both dodged an array of people and objects on your way to your friends.

Just the sounds of their voices provoked a giggle as Tyler went out of his way to announce your entrance, your hands thrown beside you before you over-dramatically bowed and curtsied. A round of applause bounced off every surface within the room, cheers and hoots escorting the small acclamation. You raised your head and immediately noticed the fiery red hue of Holland's curls cascading down her shoulder before your eyes flickered to her sides to take in Cody, Khylin, Melissa, and Shelley. A squeal pushed through your lips, and suddenly, you were charging toward your family and pulling them all into a love-filled hug. For a brief second or two, it felt like you hadn't ever left their sides.

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After an hour or so, and many intriguing stories pertaining to the last few years, you heard Tyler's voice once again erupting down the hallway on the other side of the double doors. You were too caught up in the wonders of Cody's tall tales to had even noticed that he'd slipped out of your vicinity. You found it harder to concentrate as more distinct voices neared, and your lips perked up at the hollering of Dylan Sprayberry and the fatherly tone of Linden advising the boys to 'be careful'. Your question concerning what they were doing was quickly answered as they burst through the doors you'd been absentmindedly staring at for two minutes, Tyler's arm swinging above his head as his legs straddled the body of whom you were secretly waiting to arrive. Those whisky eyes instantly caught yours, causing his mole-littered jaw to lift into a smirk.

"Look who I found!" Your focus broke at Tyler's voice - you didn't think he could get more exuberant if he tried, but he increasingly proved you wrong. The cast beside you were quick to their feet, leaving you behind in a gust of wind as they greeted the new arrivals. You, however, were still peering across to the man you missed most of all. His brown hair had returned from the brief blond dye job that he got not too long ago, growing out slightly and allowing strands to frame his forehead nicely. He'd shaved since you saw him last, too - only a dark stubble left behind. He looked good, just the way you remembered. You continued to present him with a smile that was very quickly reciprocated as his feet beelined to your direction.

He released a breathless laugh at your wandering gaze over him before his left hands slipped into his pocket, tongue clicking over his choice of words. "Long time, no see." He began, his now spare hand held out toward you, beckoning for you to slip your fingers between his. As you did, he pulled you to your feet and embraced you wholeheartedly. Hugging Dylan was always something else - maybe it was the years of dating you two went through or the fact that his body perfectly molded around yours - whatever the reason, you always felt at peace pressed against his chest. Dylan's voice was suddenly filled with slight raspiness as his lips ghosted against your ear, "Hi, Y/N".

Your lips remained curled upwards as they sat against his collarbone, his height advantage making it difficult for you to place your chin on his shoulder. You chuckled quietly, "Hey, Dyl. Nice to finally see you in person and not over anymore stupid Zoom calls". You felt his chest move as he hummed in agreement, his head nodding as his chin grazed along the side of your head. You cleared your throat and pulled back hastily, a darkened blush welcoming itself over your cheeks. Your eyes remained trained on his as your thumb gestured over your shoulder, "I guess I should go say hi to Spray and Linden. Don't want anybody to think I'm playing favorites." Your chest vibrated with sarcastic laughter, generating a complimentary one from Dylan.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" He replied, head tilting ever so slightly to the side in question. You knew he was asking in a rhetorical way, but you still replied with pursed lips and a bashful shrug of your shoulders. He watched as you slowly backed away, retaining that eye contact until you nearly bowled into Shelley and Sprayberry's conversation. He thought it was adorable as he shook his head, focus momentarily flickering down to the worn pink Adidas on his feet.

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Your character, Isabelle, had grown substantially since your very first 'Teen Wolf' script in season one. She was the third musketeer in the Scott and Stiles' friendship, following them into everything head first without question because of her loyalty. Through the seasons she faced the death of her parents, which only made her stronger, alongside her body refusing the bite of Deucalion the Alpha Wolf. With help from other Supernatural entities, she managed to survive and live through the rest of the show with a developed sense of self and identity. You loved the person that Jeff Davis had helped her become, and it was only amplified in the script for the film - four years later.

You nervously picked at your nails as the make-up artists applied final touch-ups of powder and lipstick to your face. If there was something that you could do without, it would be being fussed over. You were standing in the centre of what was previously Stiles Stilinski's bedroom - now, a more grown-up design and decor replaced the pop-culture posters and blue plaid bed covers. It was bittersweet to see this once iconic room filled with red string and Star Wars references turn into a suitable place for a visiting grown man. You turned your head to the side as the director called your name, indicating where they'd like you to stand. You had a few more minutes before filming started and you couldn't help but grow nervous. The soft tapping of your boots against the carpet was in tune with the tapping of your fingers against your thigh, a habit you obtained when you first started acting - slight anxiety at screwing up the scene.

"Oh, no. Not today. We're not doing this today." Dylan cooed from beside you, his presence now made by his hands sitting on your shoulders. He was beyond used to you acting this way, but he was also the one who brought you back. It was boyfriend territory, at the time. "I know this is our first scene, but you need to chill, okay? Who cares if we screw it up, it'll be a golden moment for the gag reel. Just breath, Y/N. You're a professional, you've got this." He spoke slowly as he crouched down a little, stopping when he reached perfect eye contact. It wasn't long before your deep breaths made the crew around you disappear, leaving just Dylan and yourself in your illusioned empty room. He smiled when he saw your eyes soften, and that's when he knew he had gotten to you. "That's my girl."

The possessive article, 'my', created a heightened blush over your face as he spoke it. It had been too long since you'd ever been referred to as that. You sighed, "Thanks... for that. You'd think that I would've grown out of it by now." Your embarrassed groan was followed by a shaking head and rolling of your eyes. You felt silly reverting back to this sort of behavior. "But you always come in at the right time and save the day. Must be that hero complex that you haven't seem to have grown out of, either."

"Hard to grow out of it when there was a pretty girl to save. Didn't think of that, huh?" Dylan was being coy with his hands still gently squeezing your shoulders, although it seemed absentminded to him, you were definitely well aware of his touch. It was hard not to be when you had always relished in the splaying of his fingers against your body, his heat always leaving a searing reminder when he eventually pulled away. Even after all this time, you still felt comfortable within his caressing and presence. You could see his caramel eyes grow uncertain before the inevitable came and his arms fell by his side, his tall body straightening back up to his proper height. You could tell that what he was going to say next would bring uneasiness between you both. "So, uh... how's Vancouver?"

You evidently gulped at his very simple question. After 'Teen Wolf' ended, it was Vancouver that ended your four-year relationship with the man standing in front of you now. You were offered a position on another hit TV show, a lead position, that was filmed and produced in Vancouver. It was an opportunity that you couldn't shy away from, and Dylan was more than understanding about it. The late-night discussions between you two led to the conclusion that long-distance wouldn't be sufficient enough. It broke your heart, as it did his - but he wasn't going to let you stay in California just for him. After you moved away, you didn't want to let the communication drop between you and Dylan. After all, he was still a very close friend of yours, and that would never change. The talks weren't as frequent like the ones you had with Tyler, but when you had spare time and the opportunity was present, you made sure to visit Dylan and vice versa. You were beyond glad that you never lost the spark between you both... but the question still hurt.

You pursed your lips, "Still the same." You cleared your throat and dug the toe of your boot against the carpeted floor, a different type of anxiety overtaking you as you began to contemplate whether you should tell him your news. It wouldn't be considered big to anybody else, but it would definitely have struck a chord with him. You shook your head for the twentieth time that day and bit the bullet, making sure to inhale deeply before you spoke, "Actually... I sold my apartment. The show finished, I just didn't feel the need to stay anymore. It wasn't home to me, Cali is. So after we're done filming, I'm moving back. Thinking around Burbank, but I'll see."

He was completely and utterly frozen in place; jaw slightly dropped, eyebrow raised. Dylan was processing the information you told him, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't analyzing any underlying feelings that he still harbored for you. After a good twenty seconds, he swallowed hard and brought himself back to the present, your big beautiful eyes looking up to him in anticipation. "You're coming back?" He asked again in w whispered tone, needing you to say it one more time for him to solidify that this was actually happening.

You laughed under your breath, "I'm coming home to California, Dylan, yeah." His smile curled upwards and grew wide, his arms itching to embrace you but his actions were cut short by the director's voice, yelling for Dylan to leave the set so that he could re-enter for filming. He bit his bottom lip but did as he was told, looking over his shoulder at you before the door to Stiles' bedroom was closed, and you were theoretically alone. You were once again attended to by the make-up and special effects team, getting you ready for your emotional scene. You took a deep breath, eyes closed, and back turned until the word ACTION shook you into place.

Stiles burst through his old bedroom door, breathing heavy and fast until his eyes finally landed on the person he'd been searching for. He sighed in relief, a reposed smile falling onto his lips. "Isabelle... we've been looking everywhere for you, what the hell happened?" He asked as his hand was placed over her shoulder, gentle movements as he turned her around to face him. His smile dropped as he saw the bloodshot eyes and tear-covered cheeks of his friend.

Isabelle shook her head, unable to speak and mumbles and fractured words escaped her. She was shocked, evident by the look of her red bulging eyes, and Stiles couldn't have appeared more heartbroken. "I-i-i don't know, I was-I was at the station and then those... things? It knocked me out and then I woke up near the Preserve... I... that wasn't a werewolf, Stiles... what the hell are they? WHAT DID THEY DO TO ME?!" Her distressed voice led to more tears, and soon, Isabelle was falling to the floor at Stiles' feet. She sobbed, clearly traumatized by something she couldn't yet remember. She had always composed herself with such strength and capability after her parents died, and now, she was weak and vulnerable and she felt dirty because of it.

Stiles immediately dropped to the floor and took her into his arms, his head nestled over her shoulder and nose pressed against her neck. One of his large hands rubbed up and down her back whilst the other gently held her head. He was cradling her and softly rocking back and forth in an attempt to soothe Isabelle. "Iz, it's okay now. I've got you, you're safe, I've got you." He cooed into her ear as his lips ghosted over the shell. He was in pain watching her in pain. He shushed her before speaking again, "I won't let anything else happen to you, I swear to god, Iz. I won't let you go ever again." Stiles pulled back his frown matching her distressed expression. He pushed her wet and matted hair back over her head as his lips pursed, trying to hold back his own set of fresh salty tears.

Stiles leaned in to press a longing kiss against her forehead, but could still hear her rapid and uneven breaths. He took a page out of his own book of panic attacks and leaned in once more, his lips pressing firmly against those of Isabelle's trembling pair. He stopped for a moment, before kissing her again, harder and deeper.

You were too caught up in the kiss to realize that the second one was absolutely unscripted. Dylan took the reigns and was now in control of the scene with you sitting perfectly within his hands. The kiss wasn't about Stiles and Isabelle anymore - it was clearly about you and Dylan, and the resurfaced muscle memory of when you two were once together as a couple. You tried not to moan or hum scared that reacting to the kiss as yourself would ultimately embarrass you.

Stiles slowly pulled back, his lips still pursed and eyes still closed. The normal breathing pattern of Isabelle was enough for him to focus back on her, a small smile gracing him as Isabelle's eyes remained closed and her face became blissful. She managed to speak in a whispered tone, "What was that for?"

Stiles matched her tone with a quiet chuckle, his arm thrown behind his head to rub at his neck, "Didn't you once tell me that you hold your breath when you kiss someone? You held your breath, you stopped panicking." He replied with a simple shrug as she peered back over to him, their bodies fairly close to each other. He saw her nod before awkwardly pulling at loose threads on the carpet. Stiles squinted his eyes, "And also because I don't like seeing you sad. Especially like that... I don't think I could last seeing you in pain like that again... I'd lose my freakin' mind, Iz."

Isabelle's wide eyes looked up into his before she nodded her head, this time, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him into another hug. Stiles sighed in contentedness. His lips, one final time, sat over her ear and whispered so only she could hear him, "Don't leave me like that again".

You were sure that he was purposely keeping his voice low so that the microphones didn't pick it up, another unscripted moment finding i's way into your scene. You pulled back almost immediately and looked at Dylan, his eyes still maintaining the same serious emotion that Stiles was portraying. You remained staring at each other, even after CUT! was yelled over the set. A minute or two passed of you both sitting in silence until a crew member ushered you both up to get you ready for reshoots from different angles. Your eyes never left his warm tones for the rest of the afternoon.

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You could hear reruns of 2012 Mets versus Cardinals game blaring from Dylan's trailer door - a habit he gets into when he needs to prevent his mind from overthinking. He would watch the best New York Mets moments from his favorite games as a distraction, sometimes there for minutes, sometimes for hours. You knocked loudly against the door until you heard feet shuffle through the trailer, familiar honey eyes growing wide the moment the door was opened. You raised an eyebrow and smiled, your head shaking softly and voice calming, "You went back for the second kiss, huh?"

The man playfully rolled his eyes before stepping aside, allowing you to enter. He followed you to the built-in couch before turning off the re-runs on the television and sitting beside you. He noticed the mischievous grin on your face first, the way one side of your lip was lifted and protruding that small cheeky smile. He sat back with his arms crossed, his tongue clicking as he thought of how to respond. Your raised eyebrow pressured him further before he finally cracked and chuckled loudly, "It just felt right, honestly. I was just still so shocked and excited by what you told me, and it was an 'excitement' kiss... a 'I'm really fucking happy for you' kiss."

"Uh huh." You replied, matching his position by sitting back but allowing your right leg to cross over your left comfortably. You hummed loudly, almost in an exuberant mocking way, as your head lulled to the side. You should have known that being around Dylan like this again would bring back memories, that it would make you feel like you were back in older times. He clearly felt the same. "Are you sure it wasn't a 'I kissed you and remembered how good it felt so I'm going to do it again and actually mean it' kiss?"

Dylan was lost for words, yet again. A part of him hated how well you knew him, although he'd never admit it aloud. What else could he have expected though after knowing that you two would return to 'Teen Wolf' and find yourself in the positions that made you fall in love in the first place? It was all so simple, but still so hard. Dylan, though, did not his head in defeat. He produced a sheepish grin, his famous blushing lighting up his face in a soft pink color as he tried to hide his face away in his shoulder. "Maybe it was a bit of that too. You being back in Cali just had me... feeling things. The kinda things that I thought was left here four years ago."

You curled in your lips and nodded slowly. You related undoubtedly to his words and felt them purely in your chest. What you both had was extraordinary, and something like that never goes away easily. "I missed being with you, even after all this time. Just being with you physically, in all ways, you know?" You reached out for his overlapped arms and pried them away gently so that you could tread your fingers through his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. It was very fortunate that you both never ended your relationship on bad terms - you stayed talking, you remained friends. It was the perfect scenario, but now having the opportunity to potentially resume what you had left off... that was an offer that you both couldn't refuse.

"This is gonna sound so pre-teen high school sweetheart bullshit, but, do you think we could just... see how everything goes? If we can be us again? Cause, I'd be lying if I said I haven't missed the crap out of you, too. In every way possible." Dylan admitted with a hand squeeze of his own, his body shuffling closer toward you until your knees were knocking. His face softened significantly with such genuine emotion, it wasn't something you could say no to.

You beamed, brightly. "I would love that, Dyl".

#dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #dylan o'brien imagine #stiles stilinski imagine #request

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monikafilefan · 2 years

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First Lines Challenge

Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

The last words from her speech leave Scully’s lips and echo across the crowded room. She dips her chin as a cacophony of applause swells amongst medical professionals alike. Here she is, on display as a prodigy of pathology for the FBI on Skinner’s behalf, and she admits to herself she’d much rather be spending her night bantering with Mulder over case files and pizza.

It’s December 24th, Christmas Eve, and Mulder should be morose.

Fox Mulder has had a long day. A physically frustrating and mentally grating eight hours spent criticising lectures and verbally sparring with keynote speakers that has left him with an overwhelming need for alcohol.

The stench of blood and bleach instantly assails Scully’s senses; but it’s the image of her Mulder splayed out lifelessly upon a surgical slab that takes her breath away.

Leaving the table together is a blur. The salty taste of martinis and tantalizing kisses tingle warmly across your lips as you contemplate just how desperate you are to throw caution to the wind and fall into bed with Stella Gibson.

“I want to remember how it was,” Scully admits. “I want to remember how it all was.” They share a meaningful smile, one only two people who’ve known each other in the most intimate of ways for over twenty-five years can share.

Passing headlights flicker through the windshield of the darkened car as Scully peeks over at Mulder in the driver's seat, shucking another sunflower seed from its shell with expert precision. She does this now: uninhibitedly stares when he’s not looking. He’s as wildly beautiful and internally wired as the muffled rave music humming through the metal frame of their Ford Taurus.

She’s fucking him - or maybe he’s fucking her at this point, but it doesn’t matter because she’s coming again; hard. Her body shudders above his as she gasps for the air he’s just pounded from her chest. Her pink nails rake down his taut biceps, his bronzed forearms as she floats blissfully on the warm wave crashing over her. “Fuck...”

Mulder swallows another mouthful of Shiner Bock, letting the alcohol warm him from the inside out. He sets the beer bottle next to the other empty ones with a clink and the beat of the music vibrates along the golden table cloth beneath him. Laughter and muffled conversations of fellow agents fill the silence of isolation he’s purposely surrounded himself in.

Scully sighs, lashes fluttering along the navy cotton pillow case. Her mind scrolls through an array of worrisome thoughts like a Rolodex.

Tagged by @gaycrouton and adding @baronessblixen @admiralty-xfd @kyouryokusenshi @bohoartist @sisterspooky1013 @ceruleanmilieu @starwalker42 @wtfmulder @danascully77 to the fun.

I noticed my pattern seems to be just jumping right to the point before I inevitably become a wordy bitch ha. Also never realized I enjoy the smut to slap y’all right from the start but that might be a good thing for some!

#fanfic #msr #some /other #romance #smut #wlw #reblog if you like

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goth-girlfriend · 3 years

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Just wondering and no pressure here! Are you ever gonna finish the Endeavor fic? Love ur works bby and stay safe out there! <3

Yes yes yes 😤😭 Anything for you sweetheart and especially anything for Enji. Take care of yourself ❤️❤️

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“What?” I yawned out loud to myself pushing myself up. My arm was sore from sleeping on it, I looked around and blinked at the light that had made itself known. I tried to push to sit up being held down by a familiar weight. I yawned again, before rolling over under Enji’s arm. I pressed my back against his warm side resting on my arm that wasn’t sore. I pulled his arm around my waist to feel like I was being held in place.

“Ah, security.” I sighed using his shoulder and bicep as a pillow, “Not soft at all.” I snuggled against the firm muscle until I heard a throaty chuckle. His chest shook lightly and I looked up at him he was awake. His eyes lidded from sleep still fighting against consciousness, I watched a faint smile pull at the corners of his lips, I couldn’t fight the most likely idiotic looking grin that surfaced. I laughed and shook my head as quietly as I could. I turned in his arm and hugged his chest. I watched as he moved his free arm behind his head, his bicep bulged at the unintentional flexing.

“Good morning.” I smiled and let my head fall against his shoulder while I looked up at him. It felt perfect, this moment. The morning sun filtered by the beige curtains lighting the room in gold with a few thin slits of white sunlight breaking through. The white duvet stopping at waist, open sleeping shirt, messy hair, pressed into his side sighing content. The rumble of the AC filling the silence, soft breathing, its perfect. In this moment, in this place, there is no history, there is no future, its us in this moment. With nothing to ruin the moment I sighed and closed my eyes feeling the faint heat of his rising chest.

“Good morning.” He finally answered, voice deeper than usual, I felt him shuffle, before I felt his lips pressed onto the top of my head. I felt my eyes flutter involuntary, and my heart swelling. I smiled closing my eyes enjoying the closeness, perfect, this is perfect.

“DDAAAAAAADD!!” I blinked a few times remembering where we were, I watched as he groaned rubbing his face with his hand and sitting up leaving me behind.

“Yes, Fuyumi?” He called starting to stand up doing a few basic stretches.

”Y/N IS GONE DID YOU HEAR ANYTHING THIS MORNING MAYBE SHE LEFT TO GET BREAKFAST?!” She screamed through the door, I watched the door handle jiggle, thanking God I locked it last night.

“Yes, I heard someone moving this morning. It could have been (L/N), why don’t you go look around down stairs, I need to shower and get ready.” He yawned before he stood popping his back.

“Mmm...” there was a pause and some shuffling.

I heard Sho’s faint voice “Fuyumi, look y/n sent me message this morning saying she was going to a nearby convinience store to buy some things she had forgotten. She’ll be back soon.” I sighed thanking God once again that I had told Shoto my password all those weeks ago.

“Alright, DON’T MIND DAD!” She screamed before I heard them walk away, Great, now how am I supposed to leave? I looked around, “Does that window open?” I asked pointing to the window in the room. “It‘s a balcony.” Enji pulled back the curtains revealing an pretty good sized balcony with fancy railing. I was wearing sleeping shorts and a long sleeve shirt with some socks, I‘ll fly down, and just walk back in... but I went to the store.... so I need to come back with something. “Can I have ten dollars?” I smiled sheepishly looking at Enji.“

He sighed before turning to the dresser and pulled out a bill out of his wallet. I grinned and thanked him, “I’ll be back in, five or ten minutes.” I shrugged and opened the Balcony window. Taking eagle form, I dived down into an alley way barrel rolling and lading back on human feet. I walked out and stopped outside a tourist shop. The shop owner was placing out a box of mini hero figures, the same figures from that night we patrolled. These were a new release with the change to get Gold or Silver All Might, Endeavour or Hawks. I got excited and rushed in, I “went to the store”, but I never said what for. the packs were on sale, 2 for $5.00. And lucky for me, I had managed to get a $50. Each box comes with 12 lucky bags each bag has 3 mini figures, there are only 10 Pro hero’s currently released in this line. I have a ten percent chance of getting Endeavour, All Might or Hawks, if you add the 6 new figures to the line thats 16 characters in total. Meaning there are three possible Endeavor, All Might and Hawks,,, But, the chances of getting a special edition, would be 2 of 16 which should be 12.5 out of 100. If I multiply by three that raises the chance 37.5 of 100. So out of all 36 Figures that means I have to at least get 1 limited edition Per box, bu counting in these are the first boxes to pull in customers, they overload the limited ones to make it look easy so people will be convinced to buy them because it’s “easy” to find a limited figure... meaning... “ill give you $50 even for both boxes.”

I turned to look at the cashier guy who seemed unimpressed but nodded, “I usually sell boxes for $30 dollars each but I feel generous 25 each plus taxes.”

“How about $20 plus taxes.” I counter offered. He squinted at me before he made another offer, we went at this until we were back at my original offer. “Alright, this is my last offer,” he huffed and stared at me hard, “$50 dollars cash, no taxes, and IF you become a Pro Hero you do advertising free for my shop.”

I laughed and nodded, “Deal.” He packed the boxes and I paid him before we parted ways. By the time I made it back to the hotel Fuyumi rushed to me with a look of worry. “Where were yOU I WAS WORRIED?!”

I smiled, “I was in the middle of a very serious conversation about some very serious things.”

“A toy store, that bag says you were at a toy store.” Shoto said sounding very unimpressed.

I smiled and let out a sheepish laugh, “well...” I looked down and hid the bag behind me, “I never said I went to buy anything important.”

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“Ow......ow.......nooooo stop.” I whined feeling one more tug at my hair and finally it fell down.

“There, we’re done.” Fuyumi fluffed my hair a bit before smoothing it out again, “Now lets go, before Natsuo starts causing a fuss.” She ushered me to move and I did leading our way to the elevator.

“Alright,“ I sighed slouching a little... “....Wanna see something cool?” I asked standing back up, Fuyumi cocked a brow by smiled a little, “Alright, I do actually.”

I dug into my pocket and pulled out a gold endeavor figure, “Boom, its your dad.“ I took her hand and placed it in her palm, “You can have that, I have another one.” I smiled when she let out a slight laugh. “Thank you, I’ll keep him with my keys.” We stood in a comfortable silence until the doors opened and we started to move out I asked, “Soooo, what are we doing after this award ceremony?” I asked tilting my head in curiosity.”

“I don’t know, she said he lips pulling to the side in a displeased way, “They didn’t let me plan out this trip so its a surprise for the both of us.” My only answer was to nod while I smiled down at the ground, “Sounds Fun.”

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”Aren’t those kids from UA?” The voices of photographers were loud with there questions as flashes went of left and right, “Why are they with Pro Hero Endeavor?” “I don’t know but these kids could pull in the views!”

“Todoroki! A question if you Will!” “Hey Midoriya Over here!” “L/N! Can you pose for a few photos!” “Todoroki look over here!” Midoriya whats it like to learn from Pro Hero All Might??” “L/N! L/N! Are you affiliated with Todoroki or Midoriya?”

As much as I love getting my photo taken, I knew sticking around for pictures and questions in this scenario is probably the last thing I should do. So instead I stayed close to Natsuo almost sandwiched between him and Fuyumi. I stayed betwen them as we kept moving, Sho and Deku were behind us not rushing, Sho seemed unaffected and Deku was looking down red faced and embarrassed. It was kinda cute. I looked back ahead watching Enji ignore everyone moving forward with purpose and carrying himself with pride. I smiled watching him I know not everyone can see him or respect him as the number one hero but, to me, He can be so much more if only people would give him a chance. I know he’s not the most kind person in public, but with the right sidekick or partner that could change easy. When Hawks was with him those brief days, his like ability actually raised. So I know all it takes is someone pushing him to be more interactive with his fans, he knows now there are some that like him, bit i also understand why it’s so hard for him to accept it...

“Alright, were in, lets go find some seats.”

The ceremony went by slowly, I was bored listening to a bunch of speeches but at least made it look like I was paying attention. I couldn’t even sit by Enji because Fuyumi took my place, and then I managed to get stuck between Natsuo and Sho and they kept talking and we had to refrain from laughing to loud at a few things. Midoriya was so interested in everything that was happening and i started to pay attention when they actually started calling name, Sho and Natsuo stopped after Fuyumi told them to shut up. Which I appreciated now that things were getting interesting. I listened to the awards leaning forward more and more as more hero’s showed up collecting awards and moving on with speeches each with their own rounds of applause. I got this twisted feeling about Eniji going so I whispered to Sho who voiced the idea of us cheering for their dad and Fuyumi praised him for caring about their dad and he took the praise. So when Enji was called for an award of Achievement and a few other things the crowd applauded but how it normaly had so I stood up pulling Sho and Natsuo with me which caused Fuyumi and Midoriya to stand we clapped louder and cheered “For the new Number one Hero!” I screamed and then the five of us cheered more as others started to stand and clap louder. I looked at Fuyumi who smiled back and nodded. After the crowd calmed down and sat he gave a short speech, almost another thirty minutes of closing speech we finally got to leave.

“Finally! I’m free!” I cheered running straigh into Natsuo’s back as he stopped out of nowhere. “My face.” I groaned pushing away from him, it was in that moment I realized how big he actually was, “Wow, you’re actually tall.” I leaned to use his head to block the sun.

He looked back over his shoulder at me, “huh? Did you say something down there?” He... he just... he just bullied me for my height... “I-...” I look esta him and swallowed, “IM TELLING FUYUMI YOURE BULLYING ME!”

I watched his eyes widen and turned to rush to Fuyumi and he screamed, “wait...NO”

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“Natsuuoooooo?” I poked his cheek as he sat pouting arms crossed, “Nat...Suo? Nat... pssst hey Nat, you still mad?” I poked his cheek again and smiled watching him force back a smile. “Come one, you cant be mad.” I poked his cheek causing him to smile briefly before he forced it back again, so I quickly summoned a feather and poked his cheek distracting him before using it to tickle his other side causing him to laugh.

“Alright fine fine, I’m not mad anymore.” He wheezed as I pulled my feather away, plucking it from the air. “A hero’s work is never done.” I gave an exaggerated sigh and he a single laugh kinda like a scoff, “Some hero you are, you get innocent pedestrians hurt to save them.” he crossed his arms and snapped his head the other way, unamused I felt me brows go up, “Innocent? Pedestrian? You?” I paused when he gave me an offended look. “I don’t think so.”

“Natsuo-“ We turned to look at Shoto, the two of having been sitting outside on a stone bench after Fuyumi scolded him strongly and I pulled into it.

“Yes?” He asked standing up and popping his back.

“Our father, asked if you could head back with Fuyumi to the hotel to pick up her bag of clothes. She left it when she was rushing out. Well meet for lunch before we do anything else.” Shoto said leaning his head to the side slightly.

“Oh,” he looked at me and then over his shoulder at the doors we had both just sulked out of, “yeah, well take a Taxi. I’ll get Fuyumi and we’ll leave.” He nodded and turned to leave.

I moved to stand by Sho, “So?” I asked elbowing him slightly, “how was last night?” “Well, I could ask you the same.” He side eyed me, “Take your phone with you next time you jump out a window.” I didn’t miss the amusement in his eyes, “Right,” I nodded and he closed his eyes a small smile on his lips. “Now, where are we going for lunch?”

“Oh! I read about this American style fondue place! It’s supposed to be really good! So I kinda wanted to try it and I was going to suggest it but, it’s pricey so, eheh, ya know.” I shrugged and Shoto’s brief look of amusement came back, you want what Kaminari told me is a Glucose Guardian, someone who pays for what you want.” I choked, “Sugar daddy.”

“What?”

“What. Nothing, so, lunch? I’m hungry? Also I’m riding in front move.” I rushed past him jumping into the passenger seat before he followed after Deku had met him. I was buzzing in my seat and the took Enji’s hand the moment he was sat and started driving, I squeezed his hand staring out the window, watching the building and cars pass. It felt so nostalgic, but how could it be nostalgic?

“Where are we eating?” I turned to Enji at his question, before looking at Sho through the mirror, “There’s this place Y/n was talking about.” I felt a squeeze to my hand meeting Enji’s stare as he looked at me briefly before looking at the road, “Where is it?”

I smiled and used my free hand to grab my phone, “it’s not to far from here, we should be able to make it in ten minutes if traffic is good.” I clicked away typing the address, “Yup, go straight, take a right at the light, and it should be a large glass building on the corner! It’s a fondue place, more American style!” I tried to talk and explain while squeezing Enji’s hand at the excitement I was feeling. Upon getting to the restaurant we waited a while, having sent Fuyumi and Natsuo the address we waited at least half an hour until we got a call.

“Dad, I don’t think we’ll be able to do lunch today, a really bad wreck caused a traffic jam on this side of the city, it’s an estimated two hour wait until we can move, well find a place to eat once we get closer if you all want to go ahead and eat we’ll be fine.” Before he could answer Shoto spoke “Thank you for your sacrifice.”

“We should go then?” I questioned looking around the car.

“Yes.” Enji said turning the key and opening his door to get out.

After we all got out the car, we started our way towards the restaurant. I awed at it, we made it in met with a nice man, “Welcome to The Melting Hot Pot! How many will be in your party?”

We all looked up at Enji, “Four.” We all nodded, it felt as if we were judging him.

“Would you like a private room or to be seated in our public seating area.”

“Private.” He nodded and the host nodded, “You can follow me this way.”

“Will this be you’re first time dining with us?” We all slid into seats in the large luxurious looking booth, it’s was in a room with a sliding screen door for privacy.

“Yes it will.”

“Great! I’ll give you the crash course before you’re waiter comes to attend to your table.”

After about seven minutes and looking at a menu the Host left and we started to talk about what sounded good.

“Wisconsin cheddar cheese?” Shoto asked.

“Flaming turtle... sounds painful...” Midoriya was staring at the opposite side of the menu.

“Maybe... we should start with a salad? Before we start looking at the fondue, there’s.. Wisconsin Wedge... California... Caesar... and a house, so, what sounds good?”

We tried to talk it out but no luck, we ended up right where we started, until Midoriya looked at Enji, “Mr.Endeavor sir,” I held back a laugh.

He hummed staring at Deku, his face didn’t change making him seem angry or annoyed, “What?”

Midoriya flinched.

“Maybe you.... you have more experience with this than we do, do you have a-any... advice?”

Enji nodded, “Get a California Salad, you’re allowed two cheeses, well get the Wisconsin Cheddar and Quattro Formaggio, for entree you’ll get a classic plate that comes with Pork, shrimp, chicken and steak cooked in a Mojo style broth, and for two desserts you’ll get a flaming turtle and Yin & Yang mix.”

We all stared at him, “Have you been here before?” I asked interested.

“No,” he held up a rectangular piece of plastic lined paper, “It’s a recommended course.”

“That’s very convenient.” I mumbled and we all looked as our waiter slid the door open finally entering.

“Hello, sorry for being late, what can I bring you to drink.”

“A tea, please.” Shoto and Midoriya spoke at the same time.

“Alright, two sweet iced teas,” and for you, she turned to me, “A spirit free watermelon cooler.”

“Good choice, and for you sir?” She turned to Enji who was looking at the menu, “A Billionaire’s Coffee.” He didn’t even look at her.

“Alright,” she looked at us, “I’ll get your drinks and be right back to take your order.”

She left and we casually just sat there looking around at the decor.

“I like the low lights, it’s nice kinda cosy.” I talked out loud to no one, before I looked at Midoriya locking eyes contact, “perfect place for a date.”

He chocked on air and brought his arm to his face blushing stuttering out things I didn’t understand. I laughed a bit, enjoying the show before he calmed down when the waiter appeared.

“Alright, what are we getting?” She looked at us and all I did was look up at Enji, he sighed, “We’d like to try the Complete Fondue experience for four.” He tapped the plastic with his finger and she noted it, “in that exact order.”

She nodded again, “An exact copy of the full experience, now before I head out, does anyone want to add a lobster tail or any extra meats to their plates?”

“No,”

“No thank you.”

“No, I’m good.”

“No.”

“Alright then, I’ll be turning on the burners, they will get hot, please do not touch them.” She pulled out a small metal stand with a promotional flyer and placed it on the burners before she left.

“I’m excited.” I reached over under the table and took Enji’s hand and brought it back to my lap squeezing his bigger hand between mine.

His hand squeezed mine, I smiled up at him before looking down at his hand, callused, warm. Scars were present but hardly noticeable, I ran my thumb over his knuckles, losing myself in the patterns I began to draw, feeling myself fall into a feeling of nostalgia.

“Y/n,” I looked up at the sound, “Hm?” I hummed in response looking around.

“Are you fine?” Shoto asked his voice soft but his brows were furrowed.

“Yeah, just thinking about school and the internships.” I shrugged, “We’ve been through a lot with everything that’s happened, it’s hard to believe we’re just first year.”

“Hm.” Shoto nodded and I pulled a hand up and lates it palm up on the table.

“Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I see and the more we do, it kinda scares me,” I looked at a scar it ran from the side of my wrist to the back of my hand, it was a deep wound from my Internship, “But seeing everything also makes me realize,” I balled my fist up smiling, “There’s so much space for new hero’s to rise and it excites me knowing one day I’ll be out there fighting for a chance to be number one.”

“Ambitious.” I flinched at the waiters voice who slid the door closed as she entered, “You must be in a hero school then.”

“I, yes, I am.” I nodded and looked away.

“I’ve never heard of you, you must not be that well known. Everyone however would be able to notice our lovely new number one hero Endeavor.” She smiled and patted Enji who just gave her a side eye and she quickly pulled her hand away.

I let out a mix of a scoff and a laugh, “You must live under a rock, or be uncultured, I’m from UA, were our sports festival is streamed publicly almost everywhere throughout the prefecture and surrounding cities, not to mention I was in the news quite a few times with Endeavor and Pro Hero Hawks, I was on headlines and on front page covers of newspapers and magazines, if you can’t recognize me it really goes to show what kind of woman you are.” I made a face and she made a face back.

Before we started a stare down another person walked in, “Alright, here comes a hot pot, everyone be careful.”

As the second waiter was setting up the meal I couldn’t help but mumble to myself, “Bite me, it’s what rabid dogs do anyways.”

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After eating and Midoriya and I burning ourselves multiple times on hot cheese fondue we finished our desserts and started to head out.

We stepped out into the dark, the afternoon sun had set and the cities night life was crawling out into the streets, lights lit up outside patios, rooftops had flames lit lighting tables, tinted windows were lit up showing the chandeliers that hide during the day. Ladies in fancy dresses and men in suits and flashy attire. It was in that moment I realized how wrong our relationship is, I’m in UA, I’m only 16, sure the consent age is lower then that but, I, this is morally wrong in some eyes... I could ruin Enji’s career if anyone ever found out... I felt a sense of worry fill me. No one knew, I didn’t care before. So what scares me now?

“So! What are we doing tomorrow?” I looked at Enji and Shoto as we walked, Midoriya was unintentionally hidden by Shoto.

“It’s a surprise.” Shoto answered very bluntly and I squinted at him, “Very helpful.”

“How are Fuyumi and....” I paused the name leaving me and looked down, embarrassed, thinking, his name just couldn’t be Naruto because it’s pretty close to that anyways, “Natsuo! Heh! I remembered.”

“Fuyumi messaged me, they tried a curry at an Indian restaurant near the hotel, Natsuo also now holds the title for eating a plate of the spiciest curry in under an hour.” Shoto said flashing us his phone which had a very red smiling Natsuo holding a certificate and a $200 dollar check.

“That’s... impressive.” I was impressed, but it seemed like a painful thing.

I felt my phone buzz, I answered if, “Hello?”

“Hey y/n! It’s Fuyumi, I’d you don’t mind when you get to the hotel can you stop by the hotel shop and pick up something for indigestion or upset stomach, maybe heart burn?”

“Oh,” I smiled, “Yeah, I can do that, we’re on the way back about to get in the car, the streets are empty so we should be there soon, so, I’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you, sorry for the burden but I feel bad for leaving Natsuo while his stomach is hurting this much.”

“Don’t worry! I’m a hero, it’s what I do.” I smiled getting into the car as we reached it.

“Still, thank you y/n.” She sounds like she was smiling, I could feel it, in that moment how much she really cared for her family. It kinda warmed my heart in a way I can’t describe.

“Alright, see you then.” I ended the call and explained everything on the way over, Enji sighed and rubbed his forehead before pinching the bridge of his knows shaking his head. I smiled, noticing the edge of his lips twitch upwards a bit before he forced it down mumbling out Natsuo’s name and something I couldn’t hear.

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