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gremlingottoosilly · 1 year

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[If you need to be mean] chapter 2

Chapter 1

Konig decided to meet his new favorite civilian at the cafe you work at. Unfortunately for both of you, you're both socially awkward. TW: Konig being a huge pervert, Canon-Typical violence, Dub-Con, Innocence kink, Age difference(Konig in his yearly 40, Reader in young 20)

Pairing: Konig x fem!Reader Tags: Fluff, Power Imbalance, Hurt/Comfort, Size Kink, Possessive Konig, Yandere Konig, Creepy scary stalker Konig, written mostly from Konig's perspective

— Did something good happen, colonel? You are practically shining.

Horangi always had this special ability of telling nonsense with the most serious face and deep voice. He also was the only one in his unit to ever be brave enough to joke with his superior – even though all the other KorTac members usually don’t risk their asses to be put on fire list because of some silly joke. He is the closest König has to a friend – and it’s kinda sad, actually, that a broken gambling addict is the only person who can read his emotions so well, even with his hood and permanently sour expression.

But something good did happen – you happen, of course.

He spend a few days of self-reflecting, drinking and punching training manekens in the gym, trying so fucking hard to put your adorable civillian face out of his mind. You were out of sight alright, but the way your features would get distorted into something even more adorable every time he closed his eyes, was concerning. He dealt with those little obsessions before – nothing that a few good rounds of jerking off until he would feel nothing but emptiness and hatred to himself couldn’t handle. He surely can’t fall that deep down, he only saw you for like an hour and it was literally three days ago!

— I read your reports about the last terrorist encounter. Good job, Horangi.

— And I heard about that civilian girl you pulled, sir. Thought we are bringing those to the police, not their houses.

— I had to make sure she wasn't a spy.

— And she wasn’t?

König thinks – would be far easier if he would have an official, legal reason to keep you locked up on the base without the right to come out. Would be far easier for him to just think about you as an enemy, so he would have normal reasons for thinking about you constantly, and not feeling guilty. It’s normal to think so much about your enemies – this is what keeps you alive on the field, if you can determine their shortcomings early and make sure that you can fight them. He would love having you as an enemy – it would at least give him some info before starting obsession over little ol’ you.

— No.

— That would give us at least some lead to the terrorist cell. Feels like all locals are protecting them from it.

— I understand your frustration. But at least they are not cutting our pay.

— We might as well rebel if they’d try to.

— We are not stepping on terrorist’s route.

— I was joking, sir. Only thing that’s left here except for card games.

Horangi hates stationing in this country as much as König is – and, given that he is a sergeant and doesn’t have as much rank expectations, can talk about this openly. This operation is perfect except for the lack of intel, lack of action and lack of basically anything to do – the local forces are handling minor threats, while mercs here are mostly to show off how the government has money to hire them. KorTac would pay for actually having to fight some bad guys around here – but the bigger ones are hiding and lower ones are already getting tracked down by the local military.

The only interesting thing to do, seemingly, is to obsess over local girls – and König thought he is better than this.

But he isn’t losing sleep over thinking about how scared and fragile you looked that night. Especially not even going to think about how adorable your little pout was, and the way your hands were trembling. He definitely doesn't want to know every tiny detail about your life, what you like and what you hate, what is your favorite position in bed and the color of underwear you are currently wearing – or even if you are wearing one. And he isn’t some sort of creep that would spend an obnoxiously long amount of time registering on social media – god, he is too old for this shit, it literally feels even more humiliating than his whole school experience – just so he can find your accounts and get instant masturbation material.

You really shouldn’t post so much half-naked photos – yes, this is a reel from your last summer vacation and yes, this swimsuit looks beautiful on you, but have you ever considered that some creep(not someone like him, he is palming himself very respectfully) would use those photos as a way to get themself off? Terrible, scary, he can’t wait for you to post some new photos – maybe in something that he would buy you, way skimpier and more expensive, so he could protect you from those people.

He looks at your posts about work – and he hates this stupid blue bird app because it never works for him, always filled with some assholes who are trying to argue with literally everyone, and the way he can’t even see your posts properly because of the weird ads. No, he doesn’t need a “Thing that would make your dick longer” he literally has a problem with making it smaller. No, he doesn’t need some dumb T-shirt even though he kinda reflects with the funny pun about pokemons and would love to wear something containing his major interest even though it would look ridiculous on a 6 '10 killing machine.

But König reads all of your short posts about the way you hate working in customer service, and his hand is almost slipping to the ad about wedding rings. You hate your job, he hates his – practically soulmates, even though he doesn’t really hate the killing part of his employment, he just doesn’t want to be in charge of people and making them steal the fun of destroying. He would, however, agree to get as many ranks as possible if that would mean providing for you. If that would allow him to be by your side and listen to your sweet voice, he would agree for the next promotion even if higher ups would want him to make some PR wawes and become a fucking fashion model.

But he is completely sane about you. Totally normal. Absolutely nothing is wrong with him when he can’t even think about visiting you in real life, but he leaves a like on every of your posts in every social media he has – you have terrible online safety habits by the way, he can already see what the inside of your apartment looks like, your place of work from three different angles, and how the front door of your apartment is held together by a very easy to destroy lock. He could snatch it in one deliberate kick, not even speaking about just shooting it. Not like he would need to, he wants you to be with him willingly. Or, at least, don’t fight him too much in case he would actually lose his patience and do something drastic.

It has already been three days and he feels like he is going crazy. He had those things before, overthinking about tiniest details in someone he never truly knew, but even then he’d understand that he can’t be with them – it could be his school crushes that were, ironically, crushed because of his anxiety. It might be some casual flings with his fellow soldiers that would either get killed in the field or never happen because it would be fraternization. Some random people he saw at the airport and already imagined life with multiple kids and a dog. He always knew he had a problem – but it was never like this before. Never dangerous.

The problem is – he knows that he can have you.

Maybe not in a traditional way, he doubts that you would just marry him on the spot, but he can court you at least. He can shower you with gifts or ridiculous tips at your job, he can just snatch you away and leave you as his perfect little bedmate. He can make his men kidnap you, and while it is inhumane and you don’t deserve this, he would calm you down – and then have his happily ever after.

He knows that he can have you – and it drives him crazy. He could stop himself previously, when he didn’t have anything for himself to be considered desirable – but now, with his rank and all the new opportunities and money it brings, he can’t stop but fantasize.

You under him, panting and blushing, lips puffy from kisses, skin glazed from sweat and marked with his teeth.

You under him, so wonderfully tight, not letting him go even for an inch – and you are perfectly taking him, no matter how gigantic he is.

You under him, smiling, cuddling after a long night – every night after a mission, where he could spend his free time deep in your body, listening to your melodic moans and little whines.

You under…

— Can I…can I take your order, sir?

He is a disgusting human being because lives of thousand people are on a stake, he would just doom them all if he wouldn’t find those terrorists soon – and he wastes time on sitting in this tiny ass cafe, trying to place himself on the small seat while being all too nervous to just talk to you. Like a person. Of course he had to go to your shift – he already determined which days you were working because it increased the number of angry “I hate my job and want to kill my manager” posts on that dumb social media, and he knows which hours you work at – of course it’s almost night time, the closing shift, because he simply can’t have himself not worry about you.

He is a creep, weirdo and all that words in a song that he’s been blasting in his tiny headphones all of these days because he can smell the sweetness of your perfume and the way you are munching on the pen you are using to write his order. Oh, yes, order. He is supposed to order something, he can’t just give you money for how adorable you look in that white apron – even though you are absolutely stunning and should get money.

God, he would murder everyone in this building just for them to never look at your legs again.

God, he would bury himself between them if only you’d allow him to.

— Sir, is everything okay?

He served in the military for far longer that you lived, probably. Most of his life, he got used to being referred to as something honorable, or referring to other people like that – and he never thought that just being referred to as “sir” would make his dick twitch in his pants. He crosses his legs, hoping not to get too imposing – he already towers over the tiny table like a giant he is, barely even fitting in it. He thinks he has a healthy amount of self-control – then he looks at you again, and thanks all the gods he knows for the mask he is wearing – at least under the black surgeon piece and dark glasses you won’t really see his blush. Or that little twitching in his eyes that is indicating danger.

— Sorry, I…can I, um, have a coffee? Bitte…please, I mean.

He hates how nervous he is – like high school again, asking his crush out just to be ridiculed. But you look perfect like this – controlled environment, you can’t just laugh at him and say that he is a weird nerd from another class, you have a manager who is controlling of such behavior. He would never tell on you, of course, he wants you to be happy, even if this job makes you the most miserable – even though he kinda thinks of you as a weak for this, his job literally involves killing people and he doesn't argue that much!

But you giggle – sweet, innocent sound, it drives him crazy even more than he previously was. It doesn’t feel like those girls at school – yes, he still can’t let that go, even though his therapist says he has to – and he loses all control at how beautiful you sound. He wants to take you away right now, pay you for your workplace however you get them, and just use you as he wants – no matter how socially unacceptable. He protects this country, he has the right for a little prize, right? No, this would be terrible, he shouldn’t just harass sweet little civilians like you, he should…

— What type of coffee, sir? Do you want some dessert?

This is a typical question, he was at cafes and coffee shops a thousand times but, for some reason, it feels almost like you are teasing him. You bite the end of your pen with those adorable teeth of yours – he wants to feel it on his fingers, he wants you to leave bite marks all over his body as a sign of marking him as yours. He smiles under his mask, hoping that you would somehow feel it – how happy you make him feel, how hard it’s for him not to lose control.

— No. Just coffee.

— Sugar?

He would like some sugar, of course – but the one he wants is probably not for sale, even though that adorable white apron of yours makes you look like a candy. He would love to unwrap you from those silly clothes and devour what belongs to him for the right of protector, but he knows how scared you might be. He is not a good person, he killed more people that he could count – countless fathers, sons, mothers, he shouldn’t even think about having a right for a family of his own after all of this. He is not a good person and his moral code changes with every kill he gets – but for hell sake, he wants to be nice with you. You deserve it, he knows. More than he is, for sure.

König doesn’t really like sugary stuff, it was always too childish, made him too energetic, disrupted his very peculiar way of eating things. Sweets makes him only more hungry, makes him crave more, and he wants to be as serious as possible – so he usually drinks and eats stuff that is no tastier than a pile of dry sand. But he responds before he can think, too focused on that shiny lipgloss you have on your lips. He would lick and bite it all – soon, he hopes.

— Ja. Thank you.

— Good choice, sir.

Your lips are curling into a small, shy smile and he likes sugar now. He isn’t sure if you are telling everyone that their order is a good choice, maybe you just want to get more tips, but he hopes that maybe, he is special. Maybe there is something nice happening to him after all. A small reward for not being a total monster on the last mission he had, even though he could. He can’t do anything but to stare at you, his only saving grace is the dark lenses of his glasses – he can’t wear his hood in civil situations, unfortunately, people would stare, stare, stare and that would make him want to pull their eyes out.

But you smile and he smiles also, even if you can’t see it. He is looking at your legs and, fuck, he is a disgusting old creature that preys upon younger women because he never had a positive experience before. He is a total creep and a monster that should be put down already – but he stares at your legs under that waitress dress, and he would pay your manager a few thousand Euros to cut the length of your skirt in half.

Then he sees all the others looking at you the same way – old people, young people, there aren’t a lot of guests at this time in the evening, most people are afraid of going into public places while the war on terrorism is going on. There aren’t a lot of people while it’s almost closing time, but he doesn't even want to think about all the other men looking at you like this. Devouring you with their eyes, probably leaving sleazy comments as you go through the small cafe, just as overworked as your other coworkers. He wants to take you from here.

You don’t deserve people looking at you like you aren’t even a person – only he can look at you respectfully, stripping you with his eyes. He can be soft for you, can be perfect – if you would just let him.

König doesn’t want to be a creep around you, but he was looking at your legs for five minutes already, picturing the way your body would look under all of these clothes, and his cock gets painfully hard. He thanks himself for wearing normal, baggy pants, not something tighter – at least his embarrassment is completely covered by his clothes.

— Here is your coffee. Anything else?

You look nervous, of course – but he seems way softer than he was a couple days ago, at night. The absence of his creepy mask is obviously helping, and because he is sitting, you don’t have to tilt your head too high, causing your neck to stretch uncomfortably. He looks awkwards, like a big dog that still tries to fit into his old bed, and it causes you to smile a little bit more. You made sure to place a couple of sugar cubes on the plate, so he could decide for himself, if he wants to use them all – but the mere thought of that giant of a man, a colonel, hardened soldier liking something silly and sweet is making you giggle.

He looks way softer than he was that night, and you can almost forget about how scared you were – how you were thinking that this would be the end for you, that one, overthinking part of your mind already making up the scenarios of getting martial lawed because of the broken curfew. You can even see his hair – and fight the urge to touch it a little. He is still who-knows-how-old and still a military presence in your peaceful country.

You still want to ruffle his hair.

He still wants to take your clothes off and make you his.

— Nein, thank you.

He stares at the cup for a good few seconds – if he wants to drink, he needs to actually take it off. He has many scars on his face, and his mouth sometimes feels like it has more dead skin than alive one – he doesn’t want to attract attention. Some people are already staring at his badge and how awkward a giant man like him looking in that cozy, tiny place – but he also wants you to see how much pain he can withstand without getting killed. How he can protect you from anything because there literally isn’t anything he won’t do for you. You would appreciate a man with scars, it’s a sign of bravery, right?

Then he thinks about all the times he would take off his mask and how people around him would look at him – with pity, with fear, with disgust sometimes even though he is certain that his face isn’t as deformed as some other parts of his body. He even almost managed to grow a beard once! Then he had to scrub it all off because hair was growing in very uneven patches and he looked like something crawled on his chin and died.

König fought in countless battles, spent his youth training to be the best killer possible, took part in many major conflicts and killed hundreds of people while feeling nothing but recoil. He isn’t afraid of anything – except for talking to people sometimes, maybe, and even now he is trying to work on it with his therapist, instead of just killing anyone who looks at him funny. He isn’t afraid of the dark, of death, of uncertainty in his life. But he is afraid of you looking at him unmasked and thinking that you, in fact, find him disgusting.

You almost want to take your time to look at what he will do – is he going to take off his mask? Is he going to drink right through the fabric? You have too much work to just stay at his table and stare, even if you want to – but you are trying to give him occasional glances as he just…sits at his table. Not even moving, just staring at the cup and sometimes moving his head to look at you – or just ornaments at the wall behind you. Yes, probably the ornament.

König sits at the table and, well, he doesn’t even want to drink his coffee because just looking at the way your ass sways under that terribly short skirt is enough to set him on fire. He wants to take you home with him – even though his home is all the way up in Austria. He would take you, you probably wouldn’t even be mad at you – you could be a perfect little family. He already waited too long to start one, never finding anyone who would win his heart for a long run but he was sure that this three-days-obsession would last long. He isn’t sure, however, if he likes it or not.

He ended up not drinking at all – he knows that he can’t just waste multiple hours, he already got his lieutenants covering the spot with paper work while their commander is away at searching for the love of his life. He wants to be with you longer, probably walk you home again and make sure to protect you from any creeps that would want to attack. He can’t have that, it’s obvious – he is a colonel, unfortunately, he is still on the hunt for those terrorists, he can barely give himself an hour of free time these days.

He already indulged in his fantasies too much when he folds a 100 Euros banknote and puts it into the bill – not sure about how much money it is here, not wanting to give you any trouble with exchanging currency, he just hopes that would be enough for you to at least not worry about food for a few days. Or buy yourself something nice – what girls like these days? Guns, books, some fancy lip gloss, a hat for their adorable little turtles? He would buy you a pet turtle, he always wanted one as a kid – right before his father said that all lizards are products of sinful corporations and a lazy pet like a turtle, unlike a giant dog breed, is completely useless and unmanly.

He doesn’t want to be here when you’ll get the bill – he is too afraid that he didn’t gave you enough, that you'd be disappointed. He would love to give you more, of course, but he doesn’t want to just shove you the money like you are some sort of cheap whore – he wants to give you gifts, something meaningful, to steal you from poverty altogether. König is an expert in infiltration and escaping arts, he can exit the location without anyone noticing a thing, even with his size – and then you look at him, directly into his eyes, covered by sunglasses – and your face is twisted in shock as you realize what exactly he left you.

— Wait, sir! Please, I…god, I will get you the change right now, I’m so sorry, it’s closing shift, I…I’m sorry, I completely forgot…

You are almost begging him to stop and let you give him his money, a honorable deed really – but all he can think of is how nice you would look on your knees, begging him to fuck you already. How perfect you would look all whiny and spoiled, asking him for something expensive, whatever your cute head would want. You would look so complete on his lap, tugging on his shirt and asking your daddy for a new toy. You would…

— It was a tip. Take it.

He wants to be able to tell you how perfect you look, how he wants to just throw you over his shoulder in a totally non-creepy way and make you his little wifey. How he would take multiple months of leave to just be with you, marry you, breed you. He wants to have a way with words, but they are useless to him – he can’t even say he likes you, it’s embarrassing, he is almost forty, he got his rank as youngest colonel in history of KorTac, he can literally have almost everything he wants – except for basic social skills.

He feels like a creep, an old man trying to steal that perfect girl from the shiny world, and he hates himself for it – but then you blush and he can almost convince himself that yeah, you like that creep too.

— I…shit, I mean, sorry…thank you, sir.

— Don’t wander at night again.

He feels like a scolding father and you giggle again, too innocent and naive to understand his thoughts.

— I won’t. Promise.

He then slowly leans closer, puts a hand on your shoulder again – goosebumps are running on your skin. His head is near yours now, he is whispering in your ear – and you are almost sure that you shouldn’t have come closer to him like this, that it’s unprofessional from your side, that everyone is staring at you. They are – and you try to ignore it, but…

— Wear shorts under your skirt next time. Never know who might look at your legs like that.

You would slap him here and there. You would scream and run away right now, but for some stupid, dumb, completely terrifying reason, you…almost like how protective he sounds. And the money he gave you is also helping – even if just a little bit.

König looks at the way you blush even more, and he knows already that he won’t ever let you go.

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lenaboskow · 3 months

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i'm bored at work so here's an updated list of everything tommy kinard has ever said or done that makes him a bad person who hasn't changed/learned from his mistakes (even if he's not being inherently/explicitly racist anymore) (before you come at me for saying people can change, here's my previous pinned post from 7x05 that explains how he hasn't. i go into it more here about the back half of the season, but all of these points still stand)

season two

chimney begins

the first thing tommy says to/about chimney is "did you forget to tip the delivery driver?". if it wasn't for the fact that they had asian food delivered and chimney is asian, this could've been passed off, but instead they chose to have the first act of racism/general harassment be done by tommy, not the racist captain.

then when they return from a call and see chimney dutifully cleaning, tommy says to chimney: "you're still here?". not inherently racist, but still rude

we get some montages of chimney being left out/harrasef, and tommy is always at the forefront. it culminates in the locker room scene where tommy says "i don't think about you enough to hate you", which again isn't inherently racist but it is rude.

at the end, the only way chimney manages to earn a semblance of respect from tommy is by saving his life, which is fucked up. you shouldn't have to save someone's life to he treated with dignity. but fine, maybe tommy learned his lesson, right?

wrong

hen begins

at the beginning, tommy, chimney, gerrard, and a few others are standing up in the loft while hen walks in. gerrard says a few racist/sexist words, and chim stands up for her. tommy just stands there, not even looking like he might want to say something. not saying something when it happens is almost as bad as doing, and obviously chimney, who'd been there a shorter time, was brave enough to stand up for her.

then tommy, during a meal, tommy says about hen: "new york bitchiness is a compliment?". there's no non sexist explanation for this comment

actually that entire meal, he ignores chimney's attempts move the conversation away, which says a lot

again, general enabling of the racism and sexism

now, we don't know a whole lot about how hen and chimney interacted with tommy after the events of their begins episodes, but we do know they weren't close enough to keep in touch after. chimney loses touch for two years immediately after he leaves, and by season seven hen forgot that tommy worked at harbor. i don't know about you, but that doesn't seem like behavior for people who worked closely for ten years.

during hen's "see me" speech, tommy looks pissed off to be there, and then proceeds to look annoyed when he apologizes to her at the end of the episode (if you can even call it that)

post begins episodes

season seven

this episode was from buck's pov, so it's actually the time where tommy is the most tolerable. that doesn't mean he doesn't have his moments, though:

7x04

calling buck "kid" and "evan" is a weird way to introduce a love interest. tommy calling him "kid" shows that tommy is aware of the age difference, which as i explain here is at least the same as buck and abby's (and here why that screenshot of tim saying he's 40 is irrelevant). also, tommy calls buck "evan" with no on screen explanation, and we know that lou was explicitly told tommy isn't "allowed" to call him buck. you know the only other characters who aren't allowed to call him buck? his parents. that's all I'll say.

we don't really see much of tommy again until the basketball scene, and then it's focused on buck and eddie anyways, so the next time we see him and buck really interact is the loft scene (which is telling about who buck was trying to get the attention of, but that's a different conversation). in this scene, tommy makes a condescending remark about how "we weren't trying to make you feel left out" and "eddie can have more than one friend", which... again, brings us back to the age difference because it sounds like (in context) that tommy is reprimanding a child. having them kiss right after that was definitely an interesting choice (in terms of their relationship)

oh the date. i have so many feelings about this. we know that tommy knows buck isn't out, because buck told maddie they purposely picked an out of the way spot, and despite the face tommy made at the comment, he didn't seem surprised when buck told him it was his "first date with a dude" (it seemed more like a "i already know this, you don't have to repeat it" face). because of this, the way tommy acted when eddie showed up and freaked buck out has no excuse. the closet comment? even if tommy didn't know buck wasn't out and decided he didn't want to date someone who wasn't out, he shouldn't have made that comment knowing it could out buck to his best friend, who he clearly wasn't ready to tell. lucky for buck, eddie's an idiot (affectionate) with a one track mind (buck) and didn't register the comment.

7x05

then we have tommy leaving buck at the curb. leaving the date isn't the problem, it's the fact that he didn't tell buck until he got in the uber, which obviously upset buck (though he was admittedly more upset over lying to eddie). the rest of the episode is spent on buck coming out to eddie, and we don't see tommy again until buck is apologizing for the date, which... why should buck have to apologize for not being ready to come out? buck did nothing wrong on the date. if you just figured out you were queer and hadn't had the chance to tell your best friend before they accidentally crashed your date, you'd react the same way, don't try to tell me otherwise. it was tommy who should've apologized, plain and simple.

the bachelor party. tommy's excuse for not dressing up made no sense to me... he was obviously going to have to change anyways, so why not put in a little effort for your date? i see people saying that only eddie put effort in, but henren was dressed too, just more subtly. tommy chose not to dress up, and made a half hearted excuse of "they had henleys in the 80s" (which you would know, wouldn't you, 70s baby?)

7x06

we only see tommy during the medal ceremony, and he still manages to say something to piss me off. "enjoy it while it lasts" because he can't indulge his boyfriend for two seconds. it's becoming a pattern, i'm afraid

then we have tommy leaving, which fair he's on call, and we don't see him again until the hospital kiss. this is the only time we see tommy look remotely interested in buck the entire episode (every other time he has an rbf face, even when they're hugging).

7x09

7x10

the date scene was a weird way to end their s7 relationship. buck was opening up about his trauma, tried to find middle ground by saying "so we both have daddy issues" (nothing in the context made it seem sexual, in fact i didn't realize until tommy made the joke, so it's possible buck didn't either) and then tommy says "i don't" despite admitting that he did only a few seconds before. buck says with a slightly resigned (barely there, but still there) tone, "but you think i do" and tommy responds with "god i hope so". any other context and it would've been fine, but buck had just been talking ahout how his father figure literally died and came back to life. there's a post somewhere (pretty sure it was an ask someone sent me actually, if i can find it i'll link)that talks about how buck has a habit of going along with his love interests to avoid causing waves, and how that's exactly what buck was doing in 7x10, and it makes perfect sense. if buck had a problem with it, he wouldn't immediately say. he'd sit on it for weeks before even considering bringing it up (like natalia and death, and how he avoided taylor in s5). even if he wasn't uncomfortable, it doesn't take away from the fact that the timing was weird and buck wasn't in a good headspace to respond properly.

in conclusion

tommy is repeatedly a bad person. just because he hasn't said anything racist or sexist since season two, it doesn't negate this. you'll notice that almost all of his scenes are here, if not all. the writers have chosen to have him repeatedly look bad and like someone who only cares about himself (with the way he constantly tries to defend his actions by blaming gerrard, and how he only cares about his feelings about being out), but the bt stans are too excited at the prospect of two white men kissing (or just two men and they don't care who, thus dumping eddie, it depends on the bt) that they choose to look past it and hate on ryan/eddie instead.

these last three months in the fandom have felt so different compared to the rest. the fandom i knew pre s7 would never act this way. is it because lou is a nepo baby? i know it's not because of his looks. but either way, i'm disappointed, and hope s8 treats us (fans who actually care about the characters and don't actively want less for them) better

(if i missed anything, let me know and i'll edit the post to add it)

#911 #911 on abc #911 abc #anti tommy kinard

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love-toxin · 2 years

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Okay but miscommunication trope is only super yummy when there’s a happy ending. Liiiike reader thinking they’re getting kicked out of their relationship in the fruity four, they’re not wanted anymore, maybe even bring replaced (ie with someone like Chrissy), and so every little sarcastic quip or ignoring is seen by them as the others not loving them anymore 🥺. Until one day it all comes crumbling down and I can’t decide with is more angsty, you breaking down telling the others they don’t love you anymore, or you trying to be brave by announcing you’re leaving and the fours hearts just dropping as they try to scramble to convince you to stay and why?! Why are you leaving!?!?! Please! But of course, happy ending when everything’s properly explained and angel is reassured they could never all fall out of love with them ❤️

oh.......miscommunication trope, you say? >:)

(cws: fruity four, gn!angelface, jealousy, post-s4, PTSD, huge miscommunication trope, domestic arguing, you have a tattoo + kinda shitty parents + bad home life, chrissy's a jealousy target, breakups, jopper appearance, you're childhood friends with jonathan, mentions of grief, an almost car crash, very mild head trauma, crying, angst with a happy ending--stick with me angels!)

Sometimes you wish Chrissy would just disappear. Just--poof--and she'd be gone.

It's awful of you to think, but you can't help it. She's just always around, ever since her breakup with Jason she's been by the house much more frequently. You were happy for her at first, because you liked her up until then, and she's always been nice to you. Plus, your partners saved her life back when all that crazy stuff with the Upside Down happened, an event you weren't privy to until after the fact, when you started dating them.

But she's always on Eddie, always chatting him up, always giggling at his attempts to cheer her up, and now she's attracted the attention of your other partners too. They're good friends, and that's good, but....why can you not shake this feeling that there's something more going on? That the arm touches over his jacket and the inside jokes aren't as friendly and harmless as they want you to think?

It's worse than that, though. The honeymoon phase is clearly over--cause all four of them just brush off your concerns, insisting that you're overreacting or just not addressing them at all. So you haven't been piping up when a joke hurts your feelings, and you've bitten your tongue when one of them has to reschedule something you've planned, and it's gotten to the point that they've wondered why you're so quiet all of a sudden. Why would they care? You think with a sour feeling in the back of your throat, rubbing the tattoo on your arm that Eddie gave you and wondering if that was just practice for someone else. You're not oblivious to the way Chrissy is slowly being invited into gatherings and dinners with everyone.....just like you were in the beginning. And after an especially heated fight with both Eddie and Robin, the worst one you've ever gotten into in your entire relationship, he got so pissed off that he just told you not to come to the dinner they had planned, and they'd take someone who actually wanted to go.

That was a couple days ago, and the air in the house has been strained for nobody else but you. You're equally as hurt by Eddie yelling at you as Robin silently going along with it, even though you slammed your bedroom door in her face when she tried to follow you, and waited until Eddie tugged her along to leave before you allowed yourself to cry. You're sick of the feeling that none of them really care for you, that you've been demoted to a piece of furniture in the house, because they've clearly lost interest. And they don't care when your things start disappearing from the house, when the clothes in your closet start dwindling, leaving behind nothing but the ones they've bought for you--no, they'd rather moon over Chrissy fucking Cunningham, and you've just taken all you think your heart can handle.

"I'm going out!" You call into the house from the front door, without any of their four voices responding. When you sigh, turn, and step out to turn the corner of the house, though, you bump right into one of them.

"Oh! Hey, baby." Steve steps back and readjusts the paper bag full of groceries he's got his arm around, keys halfway tucked into his pocket. "Where you off to?"

"Um....just, uh, gonna go visit my parents." You weren't really expecting him to pry, with how in your head you've been lately. But you're not gonna relent just cause one of the people who promised he'd love you forever, yet somehow can't be fucked enough to find the time to even watch a movie with you, asked you a question that remotely shows an ounce of concern.

"Your parents?" He blinks, shifting again to rest the bag on his hip. "You sure?"

That tone is so irritating. You used to love that almost parental sense of duty, the desire of his to know every detail of every problem so he can solve it. But now, you just feel suffocated, even though you're more distant from all of them now than you've ever been. "What, I'm not allowed to see my family?"

"Hey, that's not what I said! hold on," He moves to put the groceries inside, but you wave him off and start walking past him, your tone clearly frustrated as you encourage him to just forget it. But, in a tizzy, Steve hurriedly sets the bag down on the ground and runs to catch up with you, his hand descending on your arm only to be swatted away--but not for long, when he grabs it again and grips it tighter as he turns you to face him. "Jesus, wait! What's the big fuss? Did I do something?"

"Let me go, Steve." You refuse to look him in the eyes, but you can't break his grip. Why can't he just let it go, so it's less painful? "I don't wanna drag this out."

"Drag what out?" Finally, it dawns on him as his eyes dart from the keys clenched in your hand to the windows of your car parked in the driveway, boxes clearly piled up in the trunk and in the backseat that none of them seemed to notice you moving.

".....So that's it? You're breaking up with us?" Steve says it with disbelief, like he's expecting you to say something or anything different. It's almost a little satisfying when you respond in the way he never could have expected, even though he should've by now. Even though it feels bitter on your tongue as soon as it comes up.

"You know what? Yes. That's exactly it." You finally wrench your arm out of his grip, and each of those words sting as they come out, but you won't cry, you refuse to cry in front of Steve today. "I'm leaving tonight, and I'm never coming back to Hawkins again."

"Why?"

"Ask your new girlfriend."

"Who? Wait--Chrissy?" He shakes his head, and what comes out next is more cruel than you wanted to be--but he just won't get it, it won't happen unless you make them realize why they don't want you anymore.

"Wow, the jock has a brain! Well done, Stevie." He grimaces at once, and god, you wish it would all stuff itself back into your throat.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you being such a-"

"I know you're in love with her, Steve! For fuck's sakes, I'm not as stupid as you think I am!" You shout into the broken silence of the front lawn, wishing from the deepest reaches of your heart that this could all just be a horrible nightmare. Not reality. You don't want to be facing those big, soft eyes of Steve staring back at you in shock and pain, so you just turn your head and hope he doesn't see how much you're shaking.

"I get it, okay?! She's prettier than me, and nicer, and she doesn't have my fucking issues--and you guys clearly like her. It's like I don't even exist when she's around." You move aside to gesture towards your car, keys clutched in your hand so they won't fall or get taken from you, because you know Steve is reckless when he's upset. "None of you even noticed I was packing. Nancy fucking helped me put a box in yesterday."

Just then, both your heads turn at the sound of a car approaching--and just in time, you realize it's Eddie, his van's tires crunching the gravel of the long driveway as he pulls up to a stop beside your car. And lo and behold, sitting in the front seat with a smile on her face is her. Chrissy waves to you through the window, and as if your heart isn't in the process of shattering into shards that dig into your lungs, you raise your hand to acknowledge her back. You turn back to look at Steve one last time. Memorizing his face, because you know you won't ever see him again, as you take a few steps backward and hand him your parting words.

"Don't break her heart, Steve. It sucks."

With that, and with nothing but confliction reflecting back at you on his face, you turn on your heels and make your way around your car, bidding Eddie and Chrissy a stiff goodbye as they get out of the van and you get into your car. You reverse, roll back out of the driveway, and shift gears to start puttering down the road. And as soon as the house is out of your rearview mirror, that's when you feel those tears spilling out that won't stop until well after you pass the Leaving Hawkins sign on the side of the road.

A week into your new start in the city, you haven't gotten any more closure than when you left.

Living with your aunt isn't great, but it's something. The apartment is small, and you still haven't found a new job--you did call the Palace to inform them that you were quitting, though, to which you were greeted with nothing but indifference as you left a message on the answering machine. Figures that nobody in that town would miss me, you think, but you can't dwell on it for too long, because then you'll start thinking of them and it'll have you sobbing into your pillow again. Even worse is that you can't even fully express your pain to your family, your aunt, anybody--because they'll all think you're a freak, and it won't be surprising that your "relationship" ended so badly. You don't even really speak to your parents or your family in the first place, so you can't expect them to show you any sympathy. In fact, if they said anything to you, it would probably be that you should be glad it's over so you can live a normal life.

You don't want normal. You want your Robin talking your ear off about something gross for hours, you want Eddie burping into your ear and laughing, you want Nancy falling asleep on top of you and drooling on your chest, and Steve--you want Steve to come over while you're both on your breaks, talking with his mouth full and stealing bits of your lunch while kissing you in between each bite. You want that love back, you want it so badly it hurts, it hurts your heart every time something reminds you of them.

Maybe that's the worst part. That they don't want that anymore, they want someone that can share those memories with of that terrible tragedy, who knows how they feel and relates to those nightmares that wake them up in a cold sweat, who they can compare scars with and laugh with now that it's all over. They want someone scarred but beautiful, someone perfect, and you can never be that way no matter how hard you try. It explains why you haven't gotten a single phone call, or a letter, or anything since you left, and that treatment extends into your second week in Indy and right into the third. But it doesn't get any less painful, even when you get a job at a convenience store around the corner to busy yourself and help with the rent. Nor when you try going on a date or two, just to spend the whole dinner staring off into space as they talk and wondering what the people you loved are doing right now.

While you're behind the counter at work, your thoughts often drift back to that house by Maple Drive. The path around the back that leads into the woods, where Eddie would take you out for a smoke and to watch the stars for awhile--always with a walkie on hand, just in case, as Steve used to say. The pool that often sits empty, and sometimes you'd look out the window to see Nancy lifting up the cover on it to peek underneath, before breathing a visible sigh of relief and briskly walking away. Sometimes even in the middle of the night, creeping out the sliding glass door in her pajamas. And you remember that bed you often shared with Robin, who gets so clingy when she sleeps....and you wonder if she's sharing it with Chrissy now, if the cheerleader you always thought was such a nice girl is occupying the spot you thought would be yours forever.

Your brow furrows as you stock Camels on the shelf behind the counter, sliding each one into the perfect spot but feeling an itch of irritation when they don't line up. Is Eddie holding her right now? Is he coming up behind her every morning, and nuzzling his nose into her cheek as she stirs milk into her coffee? Is Nancy cuddling her and chatting her up about whatever project she has going on right now? Is Steve picking up her bag, and insisting she let her boyfriend hold the heavy stuff while she sits and looks pretty? They probably are. And they're probably much happier doing it with her, than they ever were with you.

Something thuds on the counter behind you, and you sigh without a sound as the gruff voice at your back asks for a pack while you're at it. Your fist squeezes around the box you've got in hand, and when you turn on your heels to toss it on to the tabletop and reach for the scanner, your eyes widen, and so do the ones on the moustached man that's towering in front of you with a petite woman at his side.

"Hop?"

You breathe out the name, trying to regain yourself as quick as you can--you're pretty used to keeping your tears back now, adjusted to having a straight face so nobody will pry or prod for your feelings. The former sheriff of your hometown that you used to duck out of sight from, laughing and hiding your goods with Eddie right behind you, is standing at your counter with a shocked expression, along with Joyce Byers who seems just as surprised to see you here. And with little else you can think of, you clear your throat and try to crack that tense silence.

"Uh...so, you two on vacation, or someth-"

"Are you fucking with me?"

Hopper cuts you off, hands bracing the edge of the counter as he looks you up and down, the two glass bottles of Coke getting shoved aside by him to fall over and roll across the counter as he reaches across the barrier to grab your arm. Without much struggle, because you have no clue what's going on, you allow the older man to yank your wrist up and turn it over, Joyce hurriedly pushing up your sleeve with her gaze pinned to your skin, like she's desperately searching for something that has nothing to do with your confused questions spilling out on top of each other.

When they've finally uncovered that patch of skin they were looking for, the two of them share a look between themselves, before finally looking back up to acknowledge how baffled and worried you are. It isn't until you scan down to see what they found that the pieces start coming together, the black ink of the tattoo Eddie gave you when you first started dating peeking out at you. It's just a thin, mid-sized black circle on your inner forearm, with five points reaching outward like a sun. But the detail of it has always enchanted you, Eddie's diligent stare as he inked it into your skin burned into your mind. You've considered getting it covered since then, but....you can't bring yourself to do it yet.

"I'll call it in," Hopper says cryptically, stepping back and turning away to bring out the walkie from his belt and start mumbling into it. In the meanwhile, you're left with his partner, and the lady you've practically grown up with since she babysat you a long time ago. You often forget that time, when you and Jonathan would run around her backyard with sticks and rocks to try and build your own castle, while his baby brother watched from the stairs and giggled at your antics. You were so young, and so carefree, it seemed....but it was a happy time, one of few before you met those four.

"Honey, you're alright?" Joyce's voice quivers, anxious for the answer, but you nod as soon as her question registers because you hate to see her like this.

"Ye...Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She circles round the counter, coming right in for a hug that you return without question. The squeeze is tight, like a mother's embrace upon returning home from a long time away, and you instantly feel a pinch of guilt for neglecting to include her in your plan to leave Hawkins. Now that you think about it, you really didn't tell anyone, except....

"-Kid, relax, we're coming there. No, do not get in your car, sit your ass down so you're there when we get back! Jesus," Hop gets more animated as he talks over the channel, and your hug splits as your head swivels towards the sound of a familiar voice through the static. Steve.

"Are they there? Let me talk to them! Please, Hopper, let me hear their voice-"

It's so frantic, desperate. The first time you've heard one of their voices in what feels like your whole life, and you have to struggle not to cave, bringing a shaky hand up over your mouth as you whisper a "What's going on?" to Joyce. And with your ears perked up, you can distinguish the background noise in the transmission--there are three other distinct voices, talking just as fearfully amongst themselves as they also try to get through to Hop. Nancy, Eddie, and Robin, each with as much indignation as Steve, who must be holding the other walkie.

"We're coming down right now, kid. Just try to calm down in the meantime." With that, Hopper shuts the antenna and gestures for you to follow him, the sweet woman at your side holding your arm as you obey him, like she's afraid you'll vanish if she lets go. You're led out of the light of the fluorescent bulbs overhead to Hop's truck parked by the curb--you at least have the sense to fumble with your keys and lock the front door before you leave--you let him open the door and sit yourself in the backseat, and shakily buckle yourself in as they get in front with promises to explain everything. Still struck dumb with shock to the point that it hasn't really registered that you just left work in the middle of your shift.

But you get an idea of what's happening when you turn your head, and catch a glimpse of a scattered stack of papers on the seat beside you out of your peripheral. Tentatively, as Hop starts up the ignition, your fingers brush over one of the nearest pages--and when you lift it up to survey it closer, the two of them notice you and share another sobering look between them. What's staring back at you is undeniably, unmistakably, a missing person's ad. And the picture is one you recognize immediately, because it's yours. Your photo, details of your last sighting, a description of your tattoo, a list of things for people to look out for....

"You really worried everyone back home, kid."

Suddenly, a bitterness rises up inside you, and the paper crumples slightly as you realize what's really happening. "I'm fine. I just...decided to get out of Hawkins."

"Yeah, well, maybe tell your roommates that, first."

"Hop-"

"They didn't care! I told Steve anyways, so what's the big fucking deal?" Even though Joyce flinches at you raising your voice, you can't be quiet right now. Anger is something you've been almost too numb to endure these last few weeks, but now you could just put your fist straight through Hopper's window--they put up such a fuss for what? To drag you back to that shitty inbred town in the sticks, just to make sure they didn't want you in the first place? It's bullshit.

"They sure as shit care!" Hop shouts right back, casting his signature scowl over his shoulder as he drives through semi-empty streets. It's so late, and so dark, it's unlikely there'll even be many pedestrians. "Do you realize how many times Nancy Wheeler has shown up on my doorstep, begging me to go on another search and rescue for you?! They're worried sick!"

"Why?"

There's silence for awhile, very tense silence, before you repeat your question that says much more than just that one word.

"....Because they thought you were gone. They thought you were there."

There. That's what he means--the other world, the Upside Down. The place you've never seen, only heard horror stories about and snatches of descriptions of when you comforted one of them during a night terror. The missing people, the murders, the experiments....they're all so hard to believe, but then again, you can't deny Will's remarkable return from the dead or Barbara Holland's coverup death, both of which you've been close enough to to know that there's no way they're just elaborate lies.

So they were worried you had died. That your disappearance wasn't of your own volition. They're going to be in for an unfortunate surprise, but by the tightly shut locks on Hopper's truck doors, you know there's no getting out of this until he brings you right back to drop you in their laps.

"We came here to look for you. Your mom finally told us you had an aunt in the city." Joyce offers you another piece to the puzzle, but your mind is still stuck on the fact that your ex-partners seemed so desperate over the walkie. They....they wouldn't want you to die, but that doesn't mean they want you. Figures that your parents would make it more difficult for two of the only people that even remotely have any concern for you too, they're probably profiting off all that glorious attention of having a missing child.

"I have a life here, now. I don't want to go back." Lies. You know it's all lies.

"Listen, kid, whatever happened with your friends, I promise it's not worth throwing in the towel. You've gotta see things through." Clearly it's not worth an argument, you'd rather save your energy at this point. You're gonna need plenty to face that hard conversation you know is coming, when you're gonna have to confirm to them directly that you're moving on. No more running away, or hiding from the problem. You have to face it.

"You don't know anything about me, or them."

The already long drive drags on even longer in the silence that follows, and you make a mental note to call your aunt when they get you back to Hawkins, so she doesn't freak out when she comes home to an empty apartment. You can imagine your manager's gonna call and cuss you out before firing you for leaving the store unattended, too, and you groan and let your head hit the seat behind you. Now you're gonna have to find another job, gonna have to explain to your aunt what you did....or maybe she won't even notice your absence, not until someone makes a fuss about it.

Your mind is left racing with so many thoughts and worries that the scenery passes by without note, the moon barely shining any light on the landscape, like it's all one huge plain with little dots for buildings and trees. Like one big hellscape, but it's numb and frozen over with nothing left but a mocking echo of the world that's no longer here. You don't even really recognize your surroundings until a couple hours have passed, and the Welcome To Hawkins sign zips by and has you sitting up in your seat. Just as you pass it, though, you think you see the glimmer of another set of headlights, a rarity on these quiet streets--and then your whole world shifts violently.

"Shit!" Hop curses as he swerves suddenly, and Joyce shrieks as you all nearly careen off the road and into the ditch, your head cracking against the window and bouncing off for you to clutch at it in pain. A groan is all you can get out when he calls back to you, the dizzy feeling making you a little sick, but as you lift your head and the truck rolls to a stop, you spot the culprit of that downright suicidal speed driving that nearly caused a head-on collision.

Your heart is pierced with a deep chill immediately. You'd recognize that van anywhere, and that curly mane of hair as the driver stumbles out his door even moreso. He's not hurt, just dazed--and for the moment, your brain doesn't immediately go to the question of why you should even care. As he stands there in the road, in the dark, Eddie's form is lit up by the headlights still shining without a flicker, but he doesn't flinch even when it must be glaring directly into his eyes, just holds a hand up to block it out. And when they meet yours as you lean over the console to see him, he doesn't wait a second, hurrying around the passenger's side of the truck to fumble for the handle of your door. With a click, and the light above you switching on as a beeping starts to emit from the vehicle, Eddie's suddenly cramming himself into the backseat with you--and there's tears already wetting his cheeks as he grabs you in a hug, gasping in a shaky lungful of breath like he's shocked he's really touching you. Crying and mumbling into your hair, Eddie buckles when you squeeze him back, falling victim to that desire in the deepest part of your soul that just wanted to hold him again.

"I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it baby, I didn't--everything I said, I swear, I was being such a fucking moron-" He starts babbling from nowhere, and his voice itself is a comfort, having not heard it next to your ear for so long that it aches now.

"Eddie-"

"You're mine, okay?! You're my everything!" He cries, burying his face even deeper into your neck and inhaling whatever scent he can get. You're stunned into staying limp, letting his hands grab and squeeze at you wherever they land--his curly hair tickles your cheek and sticks to it, and that sensation alone drags tears up to the surface, only allowing them to spill when you hear him whispering those croaked pleas of "I love you, I love you, I love you" until you're crying right along with him. It's been so long since you heard it, you'd started believing it was never really true.

It takes minutes that feel like hours for you to both calm down enough to look at each other, your face cradled in Eddie's rough hands as he sniffles and murmurs a "You're so beautiful" so innocently sincere, that it instantly makes you wish you had never left. He smiles, and the world that seems so dark grows a little brighter around you. You're not even privy to the looks Joyce and Hopper are giving each other in the front seat, clearly a little surprised at the passion you two share that nobody else has ever seen. But they know. And when Eddie starts pulling you out of your seat with the promise to take you back, Hop only reminds him to drive safely before he allows you two to shut the truck's door and circle round the vehicle with Eddie's arm clinging to your waist. The air hits you, cool and dry, just like it always is in Hawkins. And when he opens your door for you and waits for you to clamber in, before getting in on the other side and fumbling contently with his keys, you're not sure you really know what to expect. He briefly elaborates that he'd gotten worried, and that he's just glad he spotted Hop's truck before he'd sped all the way out of Hawkins and missed you--but it doesn't last, because soon he's grabbing your thigh and sighing out a breath of relief.

"We'll talk about everything when we get home. For now, I just want to hold you." Eddie offers his hand to you, giving it a grateful squeeze when you slip yours into it and interlace your fingers together.

They'll all hate me for real, this time.

That's exactly how the drive goes, Eddie's shoulders relaxed even as he steers with one hand, and navigates while stealing glances over at you with relief written all over his face, and brings your hands up to kiss your knuckles every so often. But he's just one. The other three....your heart sinks as you run over that last conversation you had with Steve, the way you'd ignored Robin completely, and how you pretended everything was absolutely fine with Nancy up until the moment you left. And it somehow dawns on you only then--they thought you were gone, that you had been taken to the Upside Down, and your heart sinks as you watch the trees pass by in clusters while that dread creeps closer down the road that's so familiar.

Not even the comforting warmth of Eddie's hand could drive that thought out of your mind, even less so when he turns and you hit that patch of gravel that leads up the driveway. He'll stop soon, and you'll be facing the music....and when Eddie shifts into park, you sort of float from your seat to the walkway where you threw your feelings back into Steve's face, and up towards the front door that Eddie opens for you before you cross the threshold into the house. It does feel like home, and you don't want to lose it right on the welcome mat, so you blink away any tears that threaten to spill before you quietly follow him into the living room.

Three heads turn to look your way, too inundated in conversation around the coffee table to hear the door opening, but that stops the second their eyes land on you. Steve and Robin are the ones sitting closest to where you stand, but Nancy's the one that makes her way to you first, her lower lip already quivering enough to break into a sob as she crosses the patch of carpet to throw her arms around you. She's strong enough to grip you tight enough to hurt, but too weak to keep herself on her feet, and you end up sinking to the floor with her as your name floods out of her lungs on repeat, getting louder and louder and louder until she's wailing. You could swear the walls rattle with the volume she cries at, completely coming apart in your arms like you've never seen her do before.

"Don't you ever do that to me again!" She shouts, yet her voice is like a child's, wobbling and whiny and so miserably pitiful that it pains you even to listen to it, especially when she's clutching you so close to her body--so afraid that you won't be there when she pulls away, so she refuses to. You don't have any right to cry when she's so distraught, but with your head over her shoulder, the other two watch your lips curve downwards and your eyes screw shut into a flood of tears that won't stop easily.

"I'm sorry, Nancy. I'm okay." You whimper, burying your face into her curls until your lips brush her jawline, and she shudders into each gentle, praiseworthy kiss that you press there. Up until her sobs subside, and she breaths a sigh of relief that you can feel from her chest against yours, each one sinking and rising into each other as you breathe along with her. "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

She shakes her head, and finally pulls herself back to look at you, a fresh wave of tears streaming down her cheeks when she gets a good look at you. Nancy touches your face, thumbs away your own tears--and you know she's not just looking at you, but the girl she lost so long ago, whose smile she sees in yours on those days she misses her the most dearly. "I never wanted you more when I thought you weren't coming back," She whispers back. "How could I not want you? I love you."

The kiss she lays upon your lips is breathtaking, shaking and sweet and just....everything. Everything you missed and craved like air and water and life.

You're already halfway into her embrace when she laughs out that half-hearted joke, walking back with you a couple steps when you throw yourself into it. And she squeezes you so tight, so hard, the kisses a flurry of needy, fluttering touches all over your face until she somehow finds your lips--and when she does, she makes that last one a kiss you won't shake off for days, the feeling tingling your lips even when she pulls away. Still rubbing that spot on your back that she knows is sensitive, Robin grips you in an even harder hug that nearly cracks your spine, and whispers into your ear: "I'm so happy you're here with me." before she kisses you one last time, last one, she swears, fingers crossed behind your back. But then, she takes notice to the man standing just a foot away--and she lets you go to turn you around, her fingertips grazing your arms as you finally face him.

"Yeah, she, uh....she cried, like, every night," Even as Robin says it and breaks the quiet, she herself is rubbing tears from her cheeks, trying to keep that smile going as you stand and Nancy loosens her hold. She moves aside for Eddie to lay his hands on her shoulders from behind, and keep her steady on her feet. "So did Steve. I told you he cries when we watch Princess Bride!"

"I-I....I didn't mean it, Steve. I never...I've never thought you were dumb." Your voice comes out as a whimper, fingers fiddling with each other as you endure that big, brown, wide-eyed stare.

"I know." He breathes, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He wants to move, he's antsy, but he won't take another step. "I know, baby."

"Can I hug you?" Steve just nods, but his lip quivers and his features gain that pathetic, sad puppy look, because he was hoping and praying you would say those very words. Your heart soars as he meets your step forward and flings his strong arms tight around your body, crushing you with his huge stature but never loosening up. He instantly brings his hand up to cradle your head against his chest, kissing the crown of it with so much firmness that you know he's reaffirming you're really standing in front of him again.

"I shouldn't have let you leave. I should've slashed your damn tires." He chuckles along with you at the lighthearted crack at breaking the tension, until he chokes up again into a sob. "Nobody could ever replace you. And I swear, I'll never break your heart again."

Steve holds you for a long time, squeezing you and kissing you and brushing strands of hair from your eyes to just look at you, surveying the face of the love he feared he'd never get to cherish again. It's a long time coming, and when he's done, there are three other warm bodies in the room that need attention from the sweet thing they've been killing themselves over these last few weeks.

From there, they catch you up with what had happened in your absence. Steve had walked off to clear his head after you left, and hadn't returned until late in the day--burst through the front door during an unusually quiet dinner and sent them all into a panic, when he realized you really had left and you weren't coming back. The four of them had jumped into action to split up and look for you, Nancy contacted your parents and other family while Steve and Robin tried to find some hint of your whereabouts in the house, cracking open your drawers and notes and realizing how much of your stuff was missing. Meanwhile, Eddie had driven in circles round Hawkins and the outer city limits, trying to find any trace of your car in the dark with the help of passing streetlights.

When those attempts had failed after stretching out into the next day to mid-afternoon, and with your very unhelpful parents insisting they had no idea where you could've gone, that's when your partners had started printing out missing person's flyers and put in an official report with the sheriff's office. And, seemingly having forgotten that you were really the only one who ever checked the voicemail at work, your message tendering your resignation had been errantly erased by your manager--worrying them even further when they questioned him, because if you were really planning on moving away like you said, how could you not tell your employer? It wasn't like you. Their fears had only gotten stronger from there.

The worst had yet to come, though. Because when your car had been found on the side of the road way out in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles away from Hawkins and completely destroyed, the four of them had reached the point of no return. The plates had been torn off, but it was your exact make and model of car, and what were they supposed to believe? That it was just coincidence? That's what Hopper had tried to reassure them with, tried to insist that plenty of cars get found gutted out in the bush, but they couldn't be convinced that it was just some freak happenstance and delude themselves to think that you were fine and dandy somewhere else. The same thing had happened to Max's stepbrother, and they all knew how that had ended.

So started the search parties, the nights spent staying up and studying maps by lamplight, the microwave meals in place of home cooking and sleeping in shifts by the phone, waiting and hoping for some kind of clue to your whereabouts to appear. Finding you had become more important than eating, proper sleep, showering, or attention paid to anything aside from looking towards the horizon to see if you would magically walk back into their lives.

And all that time, you had believed nothing but that they couldn't care less where you were, or what you were doing. When in reality, they could think of nothing but you. That was what had led Eddie to nearly crash into you as you re-entered Hawkins, having been pacing the living room for those long hours after Hop's call until he just couldn't take it anymore--despite the other three trying to stop him, he had dashed out to his van and peeled out of the driveway like a lunatic, just for the slightest chance that he might be there when you needed help. It was so stupid, so reckless, and you'll remember that moment he came rushing around the side of the truck to get to you forever.

Despite them reassuring you about Chrissy, too, when the tears have dried--promising you she's nothing but a friend, and they would have no problems limiting her interaction with all of you from now on--you wave it away, smiling off your stupidity and letting them know that it's fine. You were just being dumb, acting crazy, but you're fine now. And Eddie's eyes narrow at that.

"You're not crazy." He murmurs absentmindedly, and says nothing more until he can slip away from your reunion, and reach the phone in the kitchen. While you're busy dealing with your other partner's crippling absence of affection, he taps his blunt nails into each button, numbly dialing the number he's memorized until the ringing starts and stops.

"Hey, Chris. Angel's back home."

"Oh, that's great! Oh...Eddie, I'm so happy for you. You must be relieved-"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am. Listen, no hard feelings, but....you're my friend, so I'm just gonna be straight. Don't come by the house anymore."

"I--what? Really? I....Eddie, I'm sorry, if I did something to upset you-"

"No, no, nothing you did. Well, not really. But I know how you feel, Chris, and I can't really ignore it anymore." He swallows deeply, and sucks on his teeth as he tries to think of some better way to say it. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I don't feel the same. I never have, and I'm sorry if I made you feel like that might change."

"......So that's it?"

"That's it. We can still be friends, but we need space for awhile first, and I'm not gonna ignore you flirting with me anymore. I'm in love and it's not gonna change. Sorry."

"Can we at least talk about it, Eddie? Please? I'd rather talk this out in person."

"No. Bye, Chrissy."

He thuds the phone back on the receiver just a little too hard, and brings his hand up to rub at his neck and try and get the ache out. That didn't feel good, having to confront one of his very few friends with a truth he just wanted to ignore--but the sick feeling he has now can't even compare to how he felt when you were away, and it's an easy decision to make in that regard. He'd take you over her any day. It's a bit of a guilty feeling, but he knows it's the truth even if it hurts Chrissy's feelings, and he's happy even so.

"....Yeah, I missed you real bad, sweetheart. Don't you ever think I wouldn't....or else you are crazy."

"Eddie?" You call out from the living room, and following that sweet voice to its source, he feels himself light up at the sight of you settled back into the couch. Legs tucked up in Robin's lap, halfway into Steve and Nancy's, looking so comfortable and cute as you look up at him. You're where you belong. He's so distracted by the glee and relief of having you home, he didn't even realize how quiet it had been between you all until he came right back from his task. You say nothing more, just hold your arms out to him--and when he gets close enough, you capture him with those pretty eyes of yours, and melt away any ill feeling as you pull him into your chest.

#fruity four #fruity four x reader #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley x reader #jim hopper #joyce byers #st 4 #stranger things #eddie's angelface #ellie writes #anons

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kneelingshadowsalome · 10 months

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OK, I know you just re-opened ur asks (but please take a break if you need it!!) But the thought of Girl dad König has plagued my mind ever since that one post.

He's super protective. He's one of those "you're not dating until you're 35" or "I know how boys are like. They only want you for one thing," dads 🙄.

Any boy his daughter manages to bring around will only be threatened. König will accidentally drop one of the largest knives from his collection right in front of her boyfriend and be like "oops🙂".

Speaking of knives, all of his weapons will be stored away once his daughter is born. He doesn't want to risk her finding them and hurting herself.

Gosh. Girl dad!König is every fuckboy’s nightmare!

Manages to chase away even the good guys, every boy his daughter braves to bring home is a no-go for him. A bunch of losers and wankers, all of them, and after his pretty girl! Psh.

You could be kinder than Tom Hiddleston and you still wouldn’t be considered worthy of dating König’s daughter. Every candidate is sent home with their tail between their legs after an awkward, cold family dinner and a bunch of questions that feel like an interview. Or an interrogation... You desperately try to treat these boys with some level of respect, curiosity and warmth – to be honest they appear far more gentle and emotionally available than, ahem, certain someone you dated back in the day when he was not yet a Colonel.

And the father-daughter relationship is fucked up in more ways than one, because König tries to fix his emotional issues and the fact that he’s away most of the time by getting his daughter anything she needs. She wants to try ballet when she’s six? She gets the cutest pink princess tutu skirt and pointe shoes money can buy. Oh, now she’s into horseback riding? Suddenly she has private lessons with the best teacher in town, dons 500 e leather boots, a nice little riding crop and a test winner helmet + gets anything else she can dream of when tending to the horses. (You had to actively stop König from buying her a horse when she was 10)

Cello classes, gaming PC’s, downhill ski equipment, expensive yoga retreats – daddy's girl gets it all because König has to spoil her to bits. Not that he actively tries to carve out a brat of her by this princess treatment: he just wants his girl to have access to anything she wants. His Vögelchen is so talented in everything she picks up!

König shows pics of his daughter to his colleagues: look, she learned to swim when they were on vacation in Maldives! And look, here she won the local stable’s jumping competition, isn't she amazing? Now she’s into archery, and has her own recurve bow, but lately she’s started to get interested in boys, and you know what that means… Curfews, screen time and more chores! And NO BOYS.

She’s “only” 19, and comes home drunk once, brought by some young clown who, in König’s mind, tries to evade responsibility by giving him a sob story about how he only wanted to bring his daughter home because he was worried about her and well, actually, he’s in love with her… She’s a good girl and he wants to take care of her, he really appreciates her and blablabla, König is not impressed. That boy gets himself an earful as a reward, he's lucky König doesn’t slam a knife on the hood of that car.

(....No one has the courage to tell dad König that her daughter likes to smoke weed with the bad boys and dates some older biker guy from big city :”)

#girl dad König #another menace this one

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hwnglx · 10 months

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enha jay real personality reading, please !

jay's real personality behind the scenes

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

5c&ju, 7sw, kingc&6sw, pagw, hang&acw, tow

+ behind closed doors, jay is an exceptionally righteous person. someone with clear moral principles, who puts a lot of importance into taking accountability for his actions. he's a guy who strongly believes in always staying just and fair, as well as doing the right thing, and taking responsibility for when he ends up messing up. he isn't the type of person who will try and cover up his mistakes, or twist things in order to shift the blame onto someone else. he believes that a respectable man, should be able to admit his wrongdoings and actively work on himself in order to make sure not to make the same mistake again.

he's a very humble person. he's always willing to improve himself, never feels like he can learn enough lessons from life. he lives his day to day while believing that every single experience of his, even if negative, can later aid him in becoming a better person. he is like a student of life. a lot of curiousity about things the world can offer him, as well as interest in finding out what he can offer this world in return.

jay is also someone immensely respectful and considerate of people's individual boundaries. he isn't a nosy person who oversteps lines or digs his nose too deep into other people's business. he respects their privacy, and always makes sure to remain polite with the people around him. he has great manners. you will rarely catch jay act out of impulse and behave without thinking about his actions beforehand. very tactful guy, on and off camera.

there is also this sense of emotional understanding in him, which makes him very mature beyond his young age. he's someone who's very receptive of people's feelings. the type of friend who, if you're going through something, would notice your sadness, quietly watch you from afar and end up asking you if you're alright once he feels like you'd be comfortable with the question. very comforting energy in him. he has this great ability of consoling you and easing your struggles, without ever making you feel uneasy, like he's getting too close to you.

behind the scenes, the enhypen member is someone who can bring a lot of inspiration and creativity into situations that might be starting to stagnate. he's a bright existence that can light up any room once he enters, someone who's great at encouraging people to be more brave and courageous in life. if the mood is down and the members are feeling kinda lethargic and lack motivation, jay is the guy who will change the mood in an instant. he has excellent ability to absorb energies, and can easily recognize when it's time for him to step up. he's definitely one of the crucial members in enhypen, who keeps the team going whenever they feel like things aren't moving anymore. almost like a second leader. he is a person who can leave tremendous impact on the people he meets. so much that you're likely to rethink your perspective on certain things, once you talk about them to jay.

3p, 4p, 7p, 5p, empr, mo, 9op&tem

- the abundance of pentacles, my god. it does make sense with his chart being so earth prominent.

jay can stick to his own opinion way too much and be overly persistent, to the extent where it can affect his ability to compromise sometimes. especially when it comes to collaborating with people, he can struggle giving in and will usually stand by his point till the very end.

i remember when jay was participating in i-land, and he kept on trying out for the main part, over and over again. he never gave up, till the very end. (i was very impressed actually) it seems like he has the same tenacious attitude off camera as well, does not enjoy the idea of giving up or "losing". although it obviously is an admirable trait in many ways, jay can sometimes take it to the extreme and insist on things that aren't really worth being so stuck on. he can still find himself struggling to understand when it's time to surrender, and take the most trivial things way too seriously sometimes.

he isn't someone who sets himself limits in regards to his own work. he will work and work and work, and seems to never be able to actually end his work in a satisfied manner. he's likely to be one of the members who stays behind after practice has finished, and goes over the same moves over and over again until he tires himself out immensely. he's a person who's very prone to driving himself into a burnout. and even then, he might still obsess over the things he didn't and couldn't do. he can turn into an obsessive and self-demanding person.. this can distort his self-image a lot and have a negative impact on his self-esteem. jay has such ridiculously high standards for himself, he rarely feels like anything he does is truly good enough, deep inside. he can be way too self-deprecating ☹

i say this a lot, and i feel like this is something many people with prominent earth placements deal with, being very work-oriented. (i see jungkook being this way a lot as well) jay has this very specific image he envisions for himself, which can easily drive him into dissatisfaction. he seems to attach a lot of his pride and self esteem to his financial security, and believes that he'll only truly feel at peace with himself, once he reaches a certain level of independence and stability.

jay's cancer 🌙 can also transform him into a person who's very nurturing, to the point where he worries over his loved ones extremely quickly, almost like a protective mother. he can get very smothering and have some control issues, in a manner that can become overbearing to some people. though this is more exclusive to people he holds extra dear (he won't be like this to everyone), jay caring so much about someone can sometimes result in him expressing that concern in this preachy or almost pushy way.

#kpop tarot #enhypen tarot #i respect this man so much wow #we love a selfaware and diligent king <3

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fountainofrubies · 1 year

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I love your quirk! - Tamaki x Fem reader 18+

A/N: I adore Tamaki. He is one out of two of my favorite characters of all time. His quirk is wildly hot.

tags/warnings: Explicit sexual content, No protection mentioned, Quirk fun, tentacles,virginity, genital descriptions, She/Her

🍋 You work up the courage to ask Tamaki out. He is always the perfect gentleman. Things take a spicy turn when you eventually visit Tamaki at his place. You work up the courage to ask for a lot more. Feeling touched by how sweet you are to him, Tamaki is willing to deliver everything that you ask for.

It’s been a couple of weeks since you approached Suneater in the street. You know quite a bit about Tamaki, so knowing that he struggles with social anxiety, you had come up with a plan in order to ask him out but also to remove as much stress for him as possible, Your plan to run into him on a day where he was making his usual rounds actually worked out smoothly! When you saw him, you approached him with a smile and you handed him a note, vaguely saying to him, “It’s up to you” as he took it from you. “I really hope that I hear from you though. Have a good one!" you wave as begin to walk away. He looks away, blushing, but removing the need for him to come up with a response suddenly did allow him to release the tension in his body rather easily. He looked at you as he took a smooth and deep breath. As you turned the corner, you fanned yourself with your hand, even though it was rather cool day today. Amused by that, he smiles softly, feeling flattered as he opens the piece of paper.

It read: “Hello Suneater, My name is y/n. I really wanted to talk to you today, but I also know that you have some social anxiety, or so I have heard! Just in case that was true, I didn’t want to spring a sudden interaction on you in public, especially while you’re making rounds. Hopefully, this approach is helpful! I do want to be straight forward though, the reason that I am writing to you is because I am very interested in you. I’d like to go on a date with you even, if you think you might like that. Of course though, all of that's up to you. You can text me if that’s better for you, you can also just throw this away if you’re not interested.. or if you're taken. In that case, I'm sorry. Still, no response required, although I would be ecstatic if you did. :) At the very least, I hope you have a great day and a smooth day at work, handsome hero.” Beneath the message, you wrote your phone number.

Tamaki was thinking to himself as Kirishima jogged up to him, bringing him some yakitori that he just bought. “You gotta try this one, it’s great!” he stated as he handed Tamaki the stick. Tamaki took it from him, holding the note in his left hand. Kirishima eyed the piece of paper curiously, seeing the numbers at the bottom. “Phone number?” he asked with raised eyebrows. After Suneater nodded to him, Kirishima clapped his hands in excitement. “Tamaki! You’ve got yourself a date! Are you going to call her?”

Tamaki answered him, “I think I will. Well, really the note says that I can text if I prefer to. She was really cute..” he said as he opened his phone and typed in your number. In that moment, he felt calm, brave even. He sent a short and sweet message “Well since I’m working right now, I’m quite a bit busy, but I would like to talk to you. Texting works great for me.. So I’ll talk to you in a few hours or so? Thanks for the letter. I really like the way you went about this. It was thoughtful. -Tamaki Amajiki”

He received a text back within a minute or so that read, “I’m so thrilled to hear from you! I’m very much looking forward to that! Thank you! -y/n”

Ever since then, you have both sent texts to each other in your free time. After a few lunch and dinner dates out in public, which you offered, so he could eat whatever he wanted to eat for that day, he invited you back to his place to watch a movie with him.

Now that you’ve arrived, Tamaki welcomes you inside. “Hey Bunny” he says cheerfully, even though his hand trembles slightly as he waves to you. You make your way to sit down on the couch, smiling at him as he joins you. He sits down beside you, holding his arms in his lap, shoulders hunching slightly, looking at you sideways in an attempt to read your body language. He has already kissed you after your last few dates, and his kisses were small, sweet and simple, but he hasn’t touched you much outside of that. He wants to touch you now though.. but he doesn’t know where to or what way would be best.. what places touches are okay for this level of your relationship.. what’s considered more polite as far as places go.. He also wonders if it would be wanted or not. He even worries about the fact that he wants a lot more with you than might be appropriate at this stage in the relationship.. what if that becomes clear and it puts you off!? OR!!! What if he is worrying too much, sitting here like this, looking weird and you move on because he doesn’t seem interested!? Oh no! Now he is very worried, because he’s just frozen here, doing and saying absolutely nothing.

Learning his mannerisms and his habits, you notice his stiffness. He looks stressed, so you reach over and run your fingers up his leg, starting from his knee, ending at the top of his thigh, calling his attention to the sensations. He breathes in sharply but quietly, he peeks over at you, shyly watching you. You always smile at him and touch him softly when he seems nervous. Even when it’s just the touch of your hand on his, like you’ve done on your dinner dates. He doesn’t ever thank you for that specifically or anything, but he really likes that about you, it’s very comforting. You use his leg and the back of the couch to lift yourself so that you can kiss him on his cheek. Flushed, he turns to look at you more directly. You brush his collarbone and his shoulder with your fingertips, making your way back up his shoulder in order to put your hand behind his neck and ease him forward towards you. You kiss him softly. He is holding his breath as he kisses you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth. “Mmmm” his voice is deep and sensual. These moments really draw him in, it’s all that he can think about as he focuses on how you feel, how you taste, where you’re touching him. This particular kiss is the deepest one you two have shared thus far, becoming a very passionate kiss, lasting a lot longer than the usual two to three second kisses after your previous dates. After your lips part, he exhales, his breathing rapid. Exhilarating. Grabbing his thick, messy, beautiful hair, you hold him still, pulling his head backwards tenderly as you begin kissing up his jawline repeatedly, stopping at his ear.

“You are delicious, Tamaki.” you whisper softly into his ear. The soft air hitting his ear makes him tense up slightly, he whimpers quietly as he responds by squeezing the wrist of the hand that you’re using to hold his hair. . Breathy, blushing and thinking, he strokes the back of your head, running his fingers softly through your hair. You gush at him, “I really could do this with you all day, I love it when you touch me.” Touching his other cheek gently, you shower the side of his face and his jaw with more short, but soft kisses. Then, you sit back down completely and snuggle in close to him, pulling his arm around you. You begin doodling circles into his chest through the fabric of his hoodie, enjoying the many small affectionate touches that you’re giving him. You get comfortable pretty quickly, he snuggles towards you as well. Holding you close with his arm still, he reaches with his other hand and rests it on your leg, near your knee, petting you with a repetitive motion.

Eventually he gets completely still, as you both check out a few scenes from what you are watching. Some time after that, you hear him breathing deeply. He breathes with such calmness that you know that he has fallen asleep. He does work hard, and he is very active, so you stay still, just enjoying being with him. Maybe in this moment, he is showing you how comfortable he is becoming when he is close to you. These moments are so beautiful for you, after all, Suneater has been your crush ever since he became known as a hero so you feel extremely lucky. You love to soothe him, hold him, be beside him. You adore him, he’s strong, he is inspiring when it comes to how he refuses to let his own personal struggles stop him from doing hero work. As he moves a bit in his sleep, his head rolls slightly backwards. After he repositions himself, still sleeping soundly, he rests the back of his head on the couch behind him. You look up at him, to see if he is awake or not. He isn’t, but as you enjoy the sight of him, he subtly squeezes the couch arm as he moans deliciously, yet softly, grabbing your attention immediately. He mumbles something, so you listen carefully. Whatever he’s saying, it’s too low for you to make it out, but next thing you know, he inhales rigidly and moans your name. Your eyes widen, you can feel arousal prickling you all over your body. Your nipples stiffen, you even feel wetness between your legs. You look down and see his pants pulled tight against his apparently large erection. You want to touch him so badly, but you’re definitely unsure about how he would feel about that, so you decide to wait, especially since it would be the first time you have touched him in such a way.

Instead you get up slightly and lean forward to him. As he moans again, you start softly kissing his neck, with slight suction but plenty of tongue. Hopefully, he won’t mind. As you do so, he moans a bit louder and begins to breathe harder, squirming a bit, as he moves his hips forward smoothly. His response is driving you wild. You lose some of the control you had as you imagine him being inside of you with his big, hard cock. You grab the front of his hoodie, fighting the urge to grab his cock as he squirms and you grip the neck of his hoodie into a handful instead, holding in to his chest. Then, instead of kissing him softly on the neck, you press into his neck roughly, sucking his milky skin quite a bit harder than before. You’re getting sloppy now and you’re also making noises of your own as you eagerly make out with his neck. Your actions stir him awake. He is still moaning as he comes to. Then, he realizes that he just woke up, that you’re kissing his neck deeply.. that he’s so hard.. that his lewd dream was pretty much apparent.. Before he even gets the chance to process any of it, he gasps, worrying about what you might think of him, pulling away from you suddenly in a panic. His blush reaching even his ears now, looking embarrassed and horrified, wide eyed, touching his neck where you were kissing him, trying to hide his boner with the thick hoodie sleeve on his arm. He was not sure what to think. Breathing hard, he rushes his words, “I’m.. I’m sorry!”

Seeing him this way only pulls on your heartstrings though, so you reach towards him and rub his arm, trying to soothe him. “No, no, no, You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s my fault. I mean, yes, you did moan in your sleep while you were dreaming.. but I just want you so badly that I basically jumped all over you. I’m the one who is sorry, Tamaki. I didn’t even know if you’d even want that from me.. I’m sorry.”

Although his mind is racing, you insisting that he didn’t do anything wrong does help. He takes deeper breaths, clearly calming back down. As usual, his mind shuffles through and assesses his every action quickly, criticizing every perceived mistake, almost looking for something to apologize for. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, “if I startled you by reacting like I did.”

You encourage him, “You don’t have to apologize, I mean, maybe it’s just what I think, but you don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m the one that startled you, if anything.”

He bashfully smiles at your kindness towards him, he silently ponders the situation again, but then he looks at you directly as a look of surprise washes over his face. “Wait.. you said.. wait… Okay, okay.. Sorry, but did you just say that you wanted me so badly that you just jumped all over me?” he asks, eyes wide again, but looking deeply curious. He’s obviously interested in discussing this further. He’s waiting patiently for your answer.

You blush quite a bit yourself, “Um.. y-yes, Tamaki,” you stammer just a bit, “that’s how I feel about you. I mean, I do want you, I want you so badly.. I love everything about you.. being with you.. the way your kisses taste.. the way you feel in my arms..”, you grab his hand, rubbing it with your thumb, “I think about it all the time now. I mean, I wouldn’t ever want you to feel rushed. That’s important to me.. but yeah, I feel hot just thinking about being with you.. in that way, even right now. I’d give you all of me.. right now, if you wanted it.”

With a blush filled face, he admits his thoughts and feelings, “I want you too, Bunny. I can’t believe I’m saying it out loud to you though..” He tugs at his hoodie around his neck. “I feel really hot too..” He blinks, looking at you with timidly innocent eyes. He’s so gorgeous. You move towards him slowly, and he watches your hands carefully as you begin to lift his hoodie, raising his arms as you take it off of him. You hold the back of his elf-like ear in your hand and lick it softly around the edge, from it’s lobe to it’s pointed tip. You pull it forward, very gently, so that you can press your kiss into it with more pressure. After you twirl your tongue around on different parts of his ear, you begin to kiss his neck, trying to give him as much pleasure from the act as possible. As for Tamaki, he just keeps breathing faster, the exhilaration he is experiencing is clouding his mind. It’s like he’s forgetting to be nervous in this moment. His hands begin to roam. With one, he grabs your waist, then, with his other hand, he runs his fingers up your leg, stopping at your outer thigh. He is watching you closely and you run your fingers down his stomach, then reaching down in between his legs. The anticipation is filling him up. He squeezes your thigh without thinking as he braces himself the second your hand spills into his lap. He whimpers and whines immediately as you firmly rub his throbbing erection through his pants. He’s big. Watching him bite his lip and whine like this is enough to drive you crazy. You begin to undo his belt, but before you unbutton his pants, you look at his face. Still breathing hard, he looks at you passionately, blushing. “If you want to, I’m not going to stop you.. I mean, if you want me, you can have me….”

You remove his pants, with his help. You pull his T-shirt off of him as well, exposing his skin. His cheeks are still light pink, and he is rather tense, but he is very much aroused. You push him back down into a seated position in a very flirty way and then you begin to remove your clothes as well. He looks into your eyes for only a couple of seconds at a time while you’re undressing. You sink down to your knees in front of him, tuning the tips of your fingers up his thigh as you reach forward toward his hard cock. Watching him watch you as he breathes heavily, you lick his cock from the base to the tip, while it throbs in your hand. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. He arches a bit and moans your name. A drop of precum is pooled up at his slit. It begins to run down the side after a few more licks and kisses, you lick upwards again, this time licking up the precum that was running down the side of his shaft. You suck on the end of his dick, alternating between mild to moderate pressure. His hands grab the couch roughly, squeezing the handfuls with intensity. He groans, looking up towards the ceiling. He is trembling now as he moans breathily, “That feels so good, bunny, so good..” he gas ps, “so good. Ohhh you have no idea how good that feels.” He moans softly every time you lick, kiss or swirl your tongue around the head of his dick. It makes a popping sound as you pull him out of your mouth. You love hearing him moan so much, he hasn’t been holding back. You stand up, looking at him.

“Tamaki, please, make love to me…” you say while you are touching your body softly, dragging your hands from your stomach up to your breasts. He processes what you just asked of him and it doesn’t take him long to nod and begin to move. As he stands up, he grabs your hand politely and then he pulls you a few feet to the left of the couch and steps off of the small platform that the couch sits on. With one foot still on it, he pulls you toward him, picking up your leg to place it over his, helping you climb up onto him.

Tamaki’s body moves fluidly as he lifts you up and props you up temporarily on his raised leg. He wastes no time as he begins to guide his length inside of you. He slips right in at first, your hot wetness surrounding the head of his dick. He moans softly, biting his lip as you take his inches in. You moan as you work yourself down his shaft until you are sitting on him, facing him, in his arms. When he pushes into you the rest of the way and gets completely inside, he moans louder than you have heard him moan before, making you want to fuck him hard. The way he embraces you however, is delicate and smooth and he sets the tone pretty quickly. He very gently holds you as he moves his hips slowly forward while firmly pulling on your shoulders so that he can push himself deeper into you as he moves. He grips you and holds you still as he slowly pulls back out, grunting softly with his strokes. After ten or so pumps, he holds you still as he pulls out halfway. He rests his forehead on your collarbone and groans breathily. He pauses, breathing a little less heavily with each breath he exhales. You run your fingers through his hair and engage your core, humping him deeply. He grabs your thigh and breathes hard as he whispers “No, wait.. please..”

You express your concern. “Tamaki? Everything okay?”

He looks at you, you see a flash of nervousness for a split second, and then he just stares at you, slightly slack jawed, blushing, not moving much at all. You can see the gears turning in his head, he’s thinking and it looks like he’s consumed by anxious thoughts. You continue, “Tamaki, it’s okay”, you coo. “You can tell me whatever you need to tell me or ask for whatever you might be wanting.”

He smiles weakly, and seems to be debating whether or not he wants to say it, but finally, he says “I don’t want this to end right now. I want it to last for a little while longer..” He pauses and takes a deep breath. “It’s my first time really.”

The moment quickly becomes all the more precious and special. You had no idea that you were his first. You touch his face by cupping his cheek in your hand and smile at him as you inform him warmly “Do this however you want to do this, Amajiki. You feel amazing. I just want to be with you and I’m loving every second of this.” You kiss him sweetly, feeling the softness of his lips, gently pressing and pulling yours all at once. “You are perfect.”

Now he is the one touching your face, looking relieved. He looks as if he is very touched by what you’ve said. He says “After this, I’m going to give you everything that you could possibly want from me, exactly the way that you want it too.” He looks at you seductively, clearly turned on by what you two are doing and how you are treating him. He kisses you deeply, moaning and whining softly as he continues the kiss. His right hand touches your neck, his left arm still holding you, he kisses your neck and your collarbone. “I’ll give you everything.” he whispers. He holds you in place and begins to slowly move in and out of you, moaning louder as he reaches into your depth with his throbbing dick. You feel him moving against your inner walls, every stroke reaches far inside of you and he reangles himself every time he pushes in again. Every few pumps, he pauses for a short break, breathing heavily, clearly fighting the quickly approaching orgasm. During these short breaks, he kisses you and his kisses only grow more sloppy and wet. He kisses all over your cheek and neck when he’s not reaching into your mouth with his tongue. He whines as he takes longer and slower strokes, “You feel so good.. you feel amazing..” He moans deeply, but softly as he breathily admits. Ehhnn Ahh mmm.. He looks at you with eyes half closed, wincing as he pushes inside again with a struggling moan. He pulls out halfway and pushes in faster. “Oh!” He pulls out quickly and rushes in again, “AH!” The sound of his moans becoming stronger and louder. He is breathing hard and he moans urgently as he suddenly begins to thrust as fast as he can, squeezing your hips hard. He can only manage a single word at this point “Coming!”, he moans as his muscles go rigid and he begins to smack into you quickly. “Coming!” he repeats shakily as he begins to spasm, pressing his mouth against your neck as he moans loudly, pulling you down hard onto his cock as his movements become short, greedy and explosive. His moans are a sweet, deep, muffled sound. He continues to hold you gently but firmly as he continues to breathe deeply, showering your neck with hot air. He instinctively moves just a bit while inside you, but it becomes apparent to him that he is too sensitive to do much more of that for the time being. He pulls out of you and grabs your legs in a way that makes you easier to carry and he carries you to the bed to lay down on top of you, holding himself up as he looks deep into your eyes. He seems to be enjoying being close to you, silently looking at your face carefully. He smiles when his eyes meet yours and he blushes slightly. He goes to look away like usual, but stops himself, even though he feels blood rush to his face.

You kiss him passionately, lightly caressing his body. His muscles are tight and well defined, his skin smooth and creamy. He breathes deeply and exhales as you give him goosebumps with the sensations you are giving him. You feel the urge to shower him with kindness and care. You encourage him, “Rest for a little bit, Tamaki. When you’re ready, we can definitely continue.” You pull him closer, laying him down on top of you, guiding his head and to rest on your chest. He complies with no resistance, you feel wrapped up in his company. He’s heavier than he looks like he would be, but you don’t mind that. You stroke his hair and lightly drag your fingernails across his back and massage his shoulder and neck muscles with small squeezes. He relaxes and makes satisfied noises as you touch him. You say to him lovingly, “That’s it, relax. Just like this.” As you stroke his hair and pet him, he drifts off into a brief sleep, snoring slightly every now and then. You drift off too.

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Tamaki is looking at you when you wake. You stirred as you opened your eyes, and then you yawned. It woke him up. He smiles as he looks up at you and speaks softly “I love being with you.” He’s delightfully cute. He gets up and goes to use the restroom, coming back with thin, black, loose fitting pants on.

When he returns, Tamaki runs his fingers up your calf muscle and your thigh, grabbing you firmly where your thigh meets your hip. With his other hand, he gently rubs your stomach as he travels down, stopping just shy of your pussy. His eyes look unsure as he asks you, “Is this okay?”

“Oh yes!” you instantly reply, “Yes, yes.” you whisper, so he moves the rest of the way to run his fingers over the outside of your pussy lips. He cups it with his hand, applying pressure and he rubs it in a circle as you gyrate your hips, your chest rising and falling due to your large breaths. Then, he bends down and opens his lips as he reaches forward and kisses your pussy, using his tongue to part your lips. He pulls it open with his other hand and he flicks his tongue on your clit, sending continual ripples of pleasure through your body. He moans softly as he licks faster and faster. You grab his hand that is holding your thigh and pull it until his arm is extended and you place it on your breast. His tongue moves sideways a few times and then swirls around your clit. His hand squeezes your breast and he whines, his hot breath caressing your sensitive opening. You tremble, wanting to pull his face back into your warm center roughly, but instead you squirm and whisper to him “Amajiki. I want you..”

He raises himself to look into your eyes and smirks at you. “You’ll have me alright. Is there anything in particular that I can do to please you?” he asks shyly but seriously. “Now it’s your turn to tell me what it is that you want.”

You’re breathing hard now, wondering how Tamaki will react but getting turned on more and more at the very thought of it, so you ask him for what I want. “Your quirk, Tamaki. Will you.. or do you want to use it on me?”

Tamaki looked surprised, a little confused but he still put in the effort to look warm and kind towards you. His blushing cheeks revealed his nervousness. He answered surely, “Of course I want to.. I’ve thought about it.. but are you sure that you would like that? Some say it’s.. some say I look like a freak.. or that I’m gross..”

You answer immediately and reassuringly, “Tamaki, I have been masturbating to the idea of you fucking me and using your quirk on me ever since I found out who you are and even more so ever since I met you. Daily even.. Literally this entire time.. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable, but oh yes baby,” you say in a sexy voice, “if you’ll give it to me, I would love it.. I want it bad.”

He blushes slightly again but is already moving towards you to kiss you. You feel his arms trembling slightly. You look at him to check on him when you notice he’s trembling, but he sees your concern. “Yes, I’m shaking, and I am nervous,” he admits, “my heart is beating so fast… but don’t you worry about that right now. I really want this with you. I would love to do this to you. I honestly can’t believe that I’m about to do it though.” he laughs nervously. He offers you a choice, “Bunny, would you like me to get you some options, I have all sorts of food here. Do you know what you want?”

I laugh and look at him, flirting as I kiss him and bite his lower lip, not too hard, just a bit. “No baby, just give me your daily special. I want to see what you felt like having today.” You rub your breasts, kneading them with your hands for his viewing pleasure.

Tamaki looks at what you’re doing and as he gets closer to your face, he makes eye contact with you. He runs his tongue across the bottom of his teeth and then begins to stares at you, blank faced, but intrigued. Him looking at you this way feels intense, usually he’s the one blushing this hard.. He blinks slowly, tilting his head slightly to the right while maintaining his eye contact with you. He watches your face, as his mouth slowly stretches into a smirk. You feel tentacles lightly touching and crawling up your midsection, moving up towards your breasts, lightly stimulating your sensitive skin, grabbing onto your skin here and there but letting go soon after. You gasp, while looking at Tamaki, who is biting his lower lip, savoring your facial expression. He whispers a breathy “Yes”, his voice deep and sexy. Full of passion, he grabs hold of you with his other hand, squeezing your shoulder. He continues on to whisper to you, “Is this what you want?” His lips part into a smile that reveals a glimpse of his white teeth as you answer him with a passionate yes. A wing suddenly stretches out from his back and reaches towards the ceiling, only to gracefully fold back down towards you, reaching for you. He strokes you with it’s feathers in one long and smooth motion, softly caressing the left side of your face, the left side of your neck, your breast, your ribs, your stomach and then your hips. You gasp as the sensation tickles you and makes you feel even hotter.

You feel his cock pulsing through his thin pants as you grope him, he takes a sudden and deep breath. You immediately beg him for the rest of your fantasy. “Suneater, I have a request. Please baby, oh please.” He raises an eyebrow at you, looking oddly confident, regardless of his obvious blushing. You can’t help it, you’re breathing hard now. “The cape, the hood, the purple mask. Wear it, baby, please, please, pleeease.” you plead.

Tamaki answers, “Sure, you don’t have to beg me. Wear just that?” His eyes look around nervously and then come back to you, he smirks bashfully as he sees you shaking your head yes urgently. “Okay.” He agrees simply, still speaking softly. He returns, as agreed, wearing the same loose pants, his hooded cape and his mask.

“You are so fucking, hot, Tamaki.” You say, your nipples erect, your skin flushed and your breasts rising and falling as you breathe deep, rigid breaths. “Oh yes, Suneater, bring that hard cock here.”

He bashfully approaches you, pulling his cape around himself and wrapping himself up for a moment, soothing himself with its embrace. He lets it go and it falls back into place, revealing his abs as he laughs, rubbing the back of his head in his hood. He looks shy, but he is also clearly excited, his long cock is obviously stiff. You sit up and move yourself to the edge of his bed, making quick work of accessing his cock. You pull it out and let it go, briefly leaving it resting and pointing straight at you. You lick the underside of the head of his dick and suck it eagerly. He rolls his head back and exhales after taking in a long, slow breath. You swirl your tongue around the head, he reaches for your hair but stops before touching you, rethinking the act. You grab his hand and guide it down the side of your head, the side of your face, down your neck and rest it on your breast. “I’m yours to touch however you want, Suneater. At any time too.”

Tamaki jokes coyly with you, “I’m beginning to think you really have a thing for me.” He smiles, as if he almost doesn’t believe it, but as if he really loves that for whatever reason. You seem to want all of him, and badly. “If this is how you’re going to treat me.. You're just.. incredible.”, he says, touching your face. He begins to stretch more tentacles towards you, touching your breasts and your shoulders and your back, using suction cups in seemingly random areas on your skin and breasts. He’s running his fingers through your hair with his other hand as you begin to suck the end of his hard cock continuously, twisting it at the base with a moderately tight grip. He moans, pushing into your mouth slightly, but then stops his hips, not wanting to gag you. You pick up one of his tentacles, he lets you move it with no resistance as the others continue to play with you. You press the tentacle’s suction cups against the side of his cock.

You look up at him, nearly drooling, “Give it some suction, babe.” When he does, you pull his cock to the upwards and to the side using the tentacle. You pull it as far as it will go, holding his tentacle and then he lets go of the suction, letting his cock bounce as it falls back down. He’s biting his lip, faintly whining. You purr, “Oh, I like that. These are fucking hot.”

“If you liked that, then you’ll love this.” Tamaki stretches one of the tentacles that’s touching your back around the other side of you and uses it to very slowly twirl around his cock, moving parallel with the tentacle you were holding until they twist a round and cover his dick, reminding you of some sort of spiraled cocoon. His breath hitches as he begins to feel the sensations. He’s activating the suction cups in waves, which becomes obvious as you watch the back of the tentacles tense up ever so slightly where he uses the muscles and then relax as he lets go of whichever ones he has activated. They ripple upwards and then downwards. His control is impressive, but watching him massage his cock this way, it’s mouthwatering. He is moaning slightly, as another one of the tentacles grows and stretches toward his face. He brings it to his mouth, bending it backwards, and he licks one of the larger suction cups to wet it with saliva. “Mmmmm” he nearly growls, as he latches that same suction cup onto your nipple.

Another tentacle wraps around your waist and continues down, reaching towards your pussy. He dips it inside of you, just enough to wet the little suckers on the very end and uses them to latch on to your clit and the sensitive skin right around it. He smoothly applies and relieves pressure in waves with them too as he unwraps his cock with the two tentacles that were hugging it. They reach for me as well. As the last two tentacles grip each one of my thighs, the one around my waist twists around, growing in thickness and it tightens as I am lifted up into the air. He brings me toward himself until we are nose to nose. I look into his eyes through his purple mask and grab at him as I reach for something to cling on to. You whimper as he stimulates your clit, sucking and moving the tip of that tentacle in a small circle while it stays firmly attached. Your nipple is still being sucked and tugged, and Tamaki positions you perfectly so that he can begin to push his cock deeply inside you. He grunts repeatedly and moans as he pushes into you. At this point, you’re desperate to have him, you scramble to hold on to his shoulders, nearly screaming your moans as he pushes deeper into you while tugging and massaging your clit. You’re tightening your grip as you begin trying your hardest to hump, trying your best to get more of him inside of you as he slowly pushes back into you, his cock just past the halfway point. He notices how desperate you are to get him inside of you, so he pushes the rest in roughly, making you scream his name whilst moaning. You begin humping him so desperately and quickly that you can barely catch your breath. He looks at you, assessing you, looking like a hero on a mission. Tamaki’s face, when he looks serious, makes me wet on a regular day. Im positively dripping now. He smirks, “I see what you want. I’m going to fuck you nice and hard. As a matter of fact, tell me that I’m right.”, he says as he gets as close to your face as he can without kissing you, remembering clearly how you encouraged him to be open and how you catered to his every desire when he wanted to take it slow and savor being inside of you his first time. He roughly pushes into you suddenly again as you gasp and moan loudly. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” he asks, almost hissing through gritted teeth as he begins to roughly pump his cock into you repeatedly.

You moan wildly, “Yes! Yes! Tamaki! Fuck me! Yes!” Your words seem wet and desperate. You squeeze his shoulders as hard as you can as he drills you, “Yes! Oh please! Don’t stop!” you scream as you begin to bounce. His tentacles hold strong as he thrusts into you with force. They give only an inch or two each time his body smacks into you. His moans are throaty and dripping with sex appeal. You feel pressure growing quickly, you begin to tingle. An orgasm is coming.

He is moaning repeatedly as he thrusts. His tentacles all move in unison, each having their own jobs. He leans you back, stretching an extra tentacle forward from his thumb to wrap around your shoulders and upper back, supporting you as he lays you back in the air. He is still drilling into me, “Ahhh, ahhh, hnggh, ah, uhhh.” He’s very vocal, when he’s giving you everything he’s got like this. He grabs your hip with his free hand, squeezing it as he thrusts, moving the tentacle attached to your clit in a circular motion. You tense up, shaking, as you begin to climax. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Tamaki! Yes!”

As you shake uncontrollably, bucking your hips desperately, he thrusts into your harder. As he speaks, he moans and whines in between some of his words, “I can feel it.. ahh! You’re… you’re squeezing me!” He thrusts harder. “You’re gonna.. you’re gonna make me come!” He begins to thrust sloppily, diving into you over and over again with intensity and vigor. “Yes! I’m coming!” He begins to spasm, slapping into you again, losing his rhythm but penetrating you over and over again, as fast as he humanly can. His voice breaks, he lets go. Now he is trembling too, riding out his orgasm. He slowly stops afterwards. He puts you back down on his bed, unwinding the tentacles as he brings them back in. He sits down beside you, moving his cape out from under him and leans forward to kiss you. His tongue dances in your mouth, still moaning lightly.

He blushes as he begins to speak to you. “Umm.. you know, I could work on anything that I need to improve if you.. need certain things when we are together. I could get better.. I hope that you enjoyed your- well, actually how was it for you? Was it like you had hoped?” He hangs his head and then raises it again. “I’m sorry, I told myself I wasn’t going to do this. Rambling.. after everything we just-“

You stop him by putting your finger on his lips. He quiets down, looking up at your eyes. “You were amazing Tamaki. It was everything and more that I dreamt of.

Tamaki stammered, “It.. it.. didn’t last as long as I wanted it to.”

You stop him again, “Not important. I want to be with you Tamaki. You’ll last longer and longer naturally. You’re looking for negatives, that’s just your habit, babe. For me, there were none. I see you as nothing but incredible. You are the powerful Suneater. You will always be amazing.” You kiss him deeply, pulling his hood to pull him even closer to you as you press into the kiss passionately. “I love you Tamaki.”

He blushes again, looking down bashfully. As he looks back up in your eyes again, he replies, “I love you too, Bunny.”

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"a century and a half of him being a cowardly weakling who sometimes cheats" - about Jonathan Harker in one of previous asks I'm sorry, but that's not even true. Jonathan wasn't always some cowardly weakling in media. He wasn't a cowardly weakling in 1970 Count Dracula adaptation or in 1977 BBC adaptation or in that Czechoslovakian 1971 adaptation or in 1953 Turkish one - he was brave and badass in those. And even if you don't like 1992 version, Jonathan was not weakling there either - he was brave, he was badass chasing Dracula across snowy Transylvania with others and even cut his throat, mortally wounding him. It's an exaggeration to claim Jonathan has always been a cowardly weaking in media.

I don't know what specific ask you're referring to and I don't like my odds of sifting through the pile to find the exact quote, but it's a sentiment that's appeared in a few of my rambles before, so I'll take your word that it's floating around somewhere.

First, thank you for bringing up four whole Dracula adaptations where Jonathan Harker is done some justice that have never crossed my radar. The 1970 version has Christopher Lee himself as the Count, so it seems like a promising watch on principle, and I think I vaguely recall the 1977 BBC being mentioned as a hidden gem adaptation that actually brushed closer to the book's canon. The Czechoslovakian and Turkish versions I will trust you on, as my media saturation is drowning in 'murrican schlock. I will even give the 1992 Jonathan credit for letting Keanu have a fraction of Jonathan's character in Coppola's laughably named 1992 fanfiction.

But the thing is, those are five movies. Five whole movies you could point to in a very very very long list of Dracula media. Five where Jonathan is allowed to possess one sliver of his canonical self's character, courage, strength, and ability. I will say the line you picked is one to be rightfully upset about, if only because it isn't right to be angry over 'a century and a half of him being a cowardly weakling.' Fear is part of Jonathan's character.

Jonathan Harker was terrified for his entire stay with the Count. That is in canon. Then he escapes, goes through his magical girl transformation in reaction to Mina being attacked, and winds up beheading the Count. Him starting out afraid is key to his character arc and the catharsis of the climax.

An arc that is--and I will bet money on this--almost entirely gutted even in the four adaptations I wasn't aware of. I know it for a fact in the 1992 film. Keanu was given the same acting directions and script in the movie as you'd give a slice of dry toast or a broom.

Because, as has been the case in far more movies, shows and books with Dracula as a starring role, Jonathan Harker may not necessarily become a coward, but he is always, always gutted. Dracula becomes the dark seducer, now with Coppola's rendition becoming the norm ala 'blaspheming for love,' courtesy of stealing Jonathan's driving passion in the third act. Van Helsing becomes Dracula's badass personal nemesis, courtesy of robbing Jonathan and Mina of that co-owned role.

Yes, Jonathan is sometimes remembered, but it's a coin toss as to whether he gets to A) Participate in the narrative beyond filling screen space, B) Be interesting, C) Be faithful (and not a cookie cutter Victorian Man (c) cliche to poor Mina who needs a REAL VAMPIRE MAN, D) Have any of his importance as one half of the protagonist team with Mina acknowledged without handing everything to Van Helsing. You can only ever have one. If you're lucky.

When people think of the Dracula media of today, or last decade, or the decade before that, and before that, who besides people who have actually read the book would think Jonathan Harker matters as a character? As the guy who opens and closes the story? As the guy who spent two months in captivity with Dracula, as the only person to have actual dialogue with him beyond a single villain rant? As the guy who did not just scratch Dracula's throat, but actively sent him running for his unlife in Piccadilly and ultimately chopped his head off?

The most he's gotten in recent years are the scraps that Moffat tossed him in his latest self insert OCified take on Dracula in his 2020 series, if we ignore the massive middle finger of a send off he gets in the first episode. Or we could look at the 2013 series' lovely depiction of Jonathan (now a jealous prick) and Lucy (an unfulfilled lesbian) having angry-cheating sex about Mina not being into them. Or 2022's The Invitation, featuring Count Ken Doll and his helpers, the elderly Harkers who are also his minions who attack and offer up an innocent girl to his Bride-cult. Or the 1999-2007 comic series of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen by Alan 'lol Jonathan Harker is a milksop' Moore, who wrote Mina has his own personal SA fetish stand-in while Jonathan is mercifully off-screen, having ditched Mina because he thought her vampire bite scars were ugly. Or we could give Anno Dracula a read and see Kim Newman's special warm welcome and farewell to the Harkers within the first few pages.

Or we could go back to the beginning. All the way to Tod Browning and F.W. Murnau.

Browning's Dracula of 1931 is, like Coppola's 1992 flick, one of, if not the most immediately recognized version of Dracula there is in cinema. Its climax features Jonathan Harker prancing around a crypt looking for Mina while Van Helsing stakes the Count. (I am being literal. The man is practically skipping. I know, I know, film acting wasn't at its peak back then, but come on.)

Murnau and the very definitely for sure not Dracula with its serial numbers filed off 1922 film, Nosferatu, has Orlok being appropriately menacing and weird at the Jonathan Harker stand-in of 'Thomas Hutter,' who is theatrically terrified--but at least one half of an earnestly loving couple with Mina Ellen Hutter!--and then gets sent away by Ellen on a ruse so she can die tricking Orlok into his death by sunrise.

Jonathan Harker mincing uselessly around while Van Helsing gets the work done.

Jonathan Harker quailing and afraid, contributing nothing to the Count's (or doppelganger thereof) destruction.

Jonathan Harker, however effete or earnest or able, loses the girl to the dark dramatic seducer.

This was the foundation people were given for this character well before anyone bothered to pick up the book. And much of that audience didn't bother. Same for the generations to follow. There's a reason the Dracula Daily wave has surprised, enthralled, and enraged so many new readers who thought that 126+ years of multiple mediums had to be working from some bedrock of comparison in the book, only to find how much had been erased or warped out of recognition.

I would be here all day if I threw myself into all the comic book adaptations. All the spinoff novels. The entire filmography and its neighboring heap of TV series. Even I'm not dedicated enough to comb through every single page and scene just to be reminded of how routinely snubbed or bastardized this character--and, honestly, the whole cast--is as time marches on and the writers and directors behind new Dracula media become increasingly detached from the actual content of the novel, relying only on pop culture osmosis and Wiki pages for Coppola's movie.

Anyway. I suppose it isn't perfectly fair to say Jonathan Harker has been portrayed as a coward through the century and a quarter of Dracula film, TV, and print in every single depiction.

But there is enough saturation in the trends of contemporary media that any crumbs the 20th century offered to him are drowned out to the point that we need a microscope to find them. And even if we're not talking contemporary?

I think it's telling that the examples you gave, bar what I can't not read as a hell of a stretch with 90's Keanu, form a list of four examples out of 126 years' worth of media.

#hope you guys like text walls #in all honesty I would love for some surprise Jonathan Harker-friendly recs to come out of the woodwork #I will try to find those four unknown examples if I can #or at least some synopses to see if I need to brace for some BS foisted on the rest of the cast #but yeah #I have Feelings about my good friend Jonathan Harker #jonathan harker #dracula #adaptation

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october twenty-eighth

day twenty-eight: sirius black will a haunted house finally bring you and sirius together? | pre-relationship, friends to lovers, some fake gore | 1k

You swear you're going to tell him one of these days.

You're an adult. You can fess up to a fancy. Even if you're worried it'll rock your entire friend group if Sirius isn't interested in you. Even if you'll be a bit more heartbroken than you'd like to admit because of it. You're going to talk to him about it.

Just…not tonight. Tonight, you're doing your best to maintain your composure as scare actors and regular people alike scare the shit out of you at every turn of this stupid haunted house theme park.

You don't know how but someday you're going to get James back for this whole idea.

The park is teeming with people when you all arrive and you decide to walk around a bit and get some food before you get in line for a real haunted house. You like this kind of stuff, to a point. The most fun part is being with your friends and being scared together, not so much the actual being scared part. Your heart might beat out of your chest by the time this is over.

The only thing that seems to be working in your favor is the fact that Sirius has taken it upon himself to stick by your side. He moves between you and the scare actors, shoulder bumping yours as he takes the brunt of each fright.

“You alright?” he keeps asking you.

It's infuriating. It should not be allowed for one person to be so handsome, so kind, and so…tempting. It's properly cold tonight but he's in his usual leather jacket, though for once it's actually zipped up all the way. He keeps his hands in his pockets and you wonder what it would be like to hold one.

“Oi!” Remus calls. “One of you help me with drinks, yeah?”

“I will,” you say quickly. You need to remove yourself from Sirius's side before you do something silly.

But your plan backfires, as no comfort is to be found in your friend as you wait for everyone's hot drinks.

“So,” Remus says, casually. 'You going to make a move tonight?”

“Oh, piss off.”

He laughs. “Just asking!” He narrows his eyes over your shoulder and you know he's looking at Sirius. “I just think its's worth telling you that it's on you, darling. He's a bit of an idiot.”

“I know,” you mutter.

“He'd be fucking thrilled, though,” Remus assures you. “He's utterly besotted.”

You see what you think might be proof of that when you hand Sirius his mulled wine. He beams at you like you made it yourself. “Thanks, love,” he says.

“Alright,” James says. “Gather round, my dear friends.” Everyone groans.

Sirius presses your arms together and sips his wine.

“Once we're all properly warmed and armed with some liquid courage, we're going to go into that house.” He points to…the biggest one.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Sirius mutters.

“Yes, yes, I know it's the scariest one. But you're all brave, are you not?” James looks far too pleased with himself.

“You're the one who screams loudest,” you tease. James narrows his eyes at you and Sirius and you sense trouble.

“We'll see about that.”

The line for the house moves faster than you'd like.

“You alright?” Sirius asks again.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you alright?” He grins crookedly at you.

“Course,” he says. “Nothing like a bit of adrenaline, right?”

If only he knew. Being close to him gets your heart going almost as much as the jump scares you've had tonight. “Just don't think too badly of me when I scream bloody murder.”

He winks at you. Good god. “As if I could ever think badly of you.” Your group reaches the front of the queue. A bored teen stands at the door, waiting to let you in. You can hear the screams of other patrons already. “It's not too scary, is it?” Sirius says. He sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

The teenager looks unimpressed. “Good luck.”

James and Lily lead the group, Remus on their heels, you two last.

The scary shit starts immediately. A dark, dismal alleyway is littered with bones and lined with iron cages and rag-covered prisoners jump out at you and rattle the bars.

“Oh, fuck,” Sirius cries. It takes a second for you to realize that he's grabbed your hand. Out of fear, maybe? You wait for him to pull away but…he doesn't.

You remember what Remus said. Well, looks like this is your time to make a move. You lace your fingers together and squeeze. The house is dark but you see the flash of Sirius's teeth.

Okay. You can do this.

“Sirius,” you say as you walk through the hall, trying to be on your toes for people jumping out at you and failing to anticipate them every time. “Where did the rest of them go?”

You both realize that your friends, who were in front of you, are…not there anymore.

“They've abandoned us,” he curses. “Very funny. No way out but through then, love.”

The alleyway turns to a creepy hospital turns to a dungeon turns to haunted woods.

At some point, you start trying to make each other laugh.

“Bet he's got indigestion,” Sirius whispers in your ear when a guy covered in fake blood fists his hands in his fake intestines.

“She's actually very good at blackjack,” you say of a woman with her eyes gouged out.

You don't call him on it when he screams, and he never lets go of your hand.

“How big is this place?” Sirius mutters.

Just as he says it, there's a literal light at the end of the tunnel.

You spill out into a street-lamp lit holding area where plenty of people are recovering, hands on their knees to catch their breath.

Your friends, however, stand at attention, eyes on the two of you.

“Oi,” Sirius yells. “Don't look so pleased with yourselves. See if we stick with you when we're chased by a serial killer.”

James starts clapping.

“Oh, do shut up,” Lily says. “Glad you two made it.”

Sirius squeezes your hand. Oh. You should probably let go now, right?

“Should we do another?” he asks instead.

You let yourself look at him, really look at him. His eyes are bright, face a bit flushed. He looks like a man who knows exactly what he's doing.

“Okay,” you say.

He doesn't let go for the rest of the night.

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 35

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

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,610

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

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

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

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

Chapter 35 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Small Mention That Alludes to Incest, Slight Angst, Things Get a Little Steamy but No Smut

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The next day you feel empty inside. You woke up with Hoseok wrapped around you as usual and you have to pry him off so you can get up to use the bathroom. You still feel tired and wish to stay in bed all day and night but that's due to yesterday's events. From the woman you rescued to Jimin's confrontation. You're having a hard time finding the right emotions to feel right now because of that and you don't know what to do about it.

When you're done you slip into bed but Hoseok is too knocked out to realize that you're back so he doesn't pull you into him. You quietly grab your phone to see it's seven in the morning and it makes sense why he's still asleep. You take the time then to search a few news outlets to see if you can find anything on the woman you and Hoseok found yesterday. You type in whatever you can think of to type. From woman held hostage to Hoseok's name to see if there are any results and you do.

'Mystery Woman Rescued by Lord Hoseok'

You blink a few times before continuing the read.

'Shortly after 6:00 P.M. a woman (name kept confidential) was seen in the streets afflicted with wounds. In nothing but her undergarments she was found by Lord Hoseok of the Bangtan clan. He rushed and carried her to the hospital where she was treated and a story was weaved.

The woman was in captivity for over a year, she claims. The person responsible for this - her brother who used her for his twisted fantasies.'

You close your eyes for a moment as you take it all in.

The woman you found yesterday was held hostage by her brother? And you have an idea of what they mean by twisted fantasies. It makes you feel sick.

'In a brave attempt to escape the woman waited until her brother was not home to untie her straps with her teeth before she made a run for it.

When asked by police where the location she was held at is she directed them to a secluded log cabin where her brother was nowhere to be found.

A conference on the matter will be held at noon today where the suspect's identity will be revealed. All in the hopes of bringing him to justice.'

And to finalize the article it reads:

'Lord Hoseok has been contacted via email for an in depth look of his view of what happened but he has yet to respond back.'

You roll your eyes.

Getting Hoseok's point of view on this is just stupid to you. Sure people don't know what happened leading up to the woman's rescue. Only you and Hoseok knew but people don't actually care. They're just interested to know how their Lord managed to find and help the woman because in their eyes he's a celebrity of sorts and if there's one thing about celebrities it's that they aren't treated like every day people. They're just there to be gossiped about.

You pull out of the article and scroll down seeing similar counts of Hoseok being a rescuer. You continue to scroll until you see one particular title that makes you freeze.

'Lord Hoseok Spotted With a Potential Love Interest'

You hurriedly click on the link and you're brought to a page that makes you feel sick.

There are pictures of you and Hoseok together. Some with you both hand in hand. From shopping to enjoying a meal together. The most recent being you two at the movies together.

Your hands begin to shake as you scroll further down the page.

'Lord Hoseok has been seen with this woman shrouded in mystery on several occasions. Together they go on dates as seen by the public.'

What follows are tweets and comments from blogs about you and Hoseok. Some ranging from gleeful point of views and others in disinterest saying as long as the two of you were happy then that's all that matters. There are some comments though that have been made that shows they don't like the idea of you two together. From calling you a gold digger while others in a fit of jealousy call you ugly.

You bring your phone down onto your chest and bring up a hand to your forehead. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you will yourself not to cry.

This is one of the worst things to happen to you. People know about you. They know your face so when it's time for you to escape if you try and seek refuge from Hoseok - the same vampire who will more than likely come for you - who is to say anybody will be willing to help you?

You think back on how Namjoon and Taehyung acted when that one guy threw his drink at you. How Namjoon threatened him. Who's to say Hoseok will be any better. Will he demand and threaten others to give you up?

You bite your bottom lip to stifle the sobs that want to be released. You're feeling so overwhelmed. You just hope and wish things will get easier for you because you can't take it anymore.

Exiting out of the article you place your phone back down on your nightstand and get up to go to the bathroom to wipe your face and blow your nose.

You feel miserable and when you turn on the light you see how red your eyes are from crying.

"Fuck," you mumble before resting your arms and head on the cool counter top.

You needed to get it together before Hoseok wakes up and starts asking questions. It's the last thing you wanted right now because you think that if he does ask questions you just might snap and you know whenever you do show some anger and defiance towards him it ends badly.

After the incident last night you hardly talked to him. You were so frustrated that he controlled your mind and it showed. He would still try to talk to you and the longer you stayed silent the more irritated he became. The night quickly turned into an early bedtime for you so you didn't get to eat again. Hoseok was so upset with you that after he gave you your high he demanded you both go to bed early. You kept your back towards him and at first he didn't hold you but you recall when you were half asleep hearing him sigh and wrapping an arm around you. Now he's fast asleep while you're losing it in the bathroom.

You push your hair back before getting another tissue to clean up and turn off the light before leaving. Your steps are as quiet as can be as you make your way back to the bed. You slip beneath the sheets and before you can fully settle in Hoseok's arm wraps around you again.

"Where were you?" His question comes out soft and groggy.

You bring the covers up under your chin. "Bathroom." It's all you can say.

He hums and draws you in closer to his front. You're practically chest to chest with your head tucked into his neck.

After a moment of silence he speaks. "What time is it?"

"It's around seven."

He hums again before kissing your forehead. "Let's sleep some more."

You don't say anything in response but you close your eyes.

It takes you a little while to fall back to sleep. Hoseok is knocked out and you can feel the little puffs of air across your hair when he slightly snores. He's comfortable unlike you so you turn around and angle your pillow so that your head is resting on it but you're also hugging it.

You try not to think about the thoughts that have been plaguing you ever since you read those articles. All it's going to do is stress you out. You try your best but you're hit every now and again by those unpleasant thoughts. It hits you hard enough that you don't hit a deep sleep. It's very light so when you wake again you don't feel fully rested. If anything you feel worse but there's not much you can do about it.

You reach for your phone to check the time and you see it's 1:32 in the afternoon. You sigh as you place it back down and it seems like your movements have alerted Hoseok because he begins to stir before giving a loud yawn.

His hand comes to rest over your back where he scratches it lightly. The feeling sends goosebumps across your body but you say nothing as you come to rest more comfortably on the bed.

"Hey baby."

You turn your head towards him and grit your teeth. He seems to notice the way your jaw flexes beneath the skin because he eyes it and gives you an unreadable look.

"Are you still upset," he asks.

You look away towards the ceiling and it's answer enough for him.

He sighs and sits up and rests a hand on either side of your head so he can hover over you.

"Hey."

Your eyes shift to the side to avoid his face but he just leans over more so he can be in your line of sight.

"Don't be like this," he says.

"Don't be like this," you ask in an incredulous manner. "After what you did? After everything you have done to me?!"

A frown makes it's way across Hoseok's expression. "Don't start."

You push him back as you go to sit up but one of his arms moves so it can rest across your lap. He keeps you caged like this which leaves you feeling suffocated by his presence.

"How do you expect me to be calm after everything?" Your words leave you soft and exhausted.

Silence fills the air after your question.

You don't dare look his way but you know he's staring at you. It leaves you feeling nervous and you begin to pick the skin around your nails as anxiety starts to unfurl within you.

He doesn't seem like he wants to torture you any longer with how quiet he was being because he leans in and places a kiss onto your cheek.

"Everything I do I do for you. For us."

Your eyes slowly begin to water. You want to deny him but if there's one thing you've learned about your time with Hoseok it's that as much as he annoys you you're actually scared of him. He's not entirely delusional. He just expects you to follow along with him until you finally fall for him. Him controlling your mind last night when he knew what you were about to do - it goes to show that he knows you don't want him like that. That you'll jump at the chance of freedom if you could. He's just holding on to hope that you get it together for his sake.

How dangerous is that? To know that what you expect - what you want isn't a part of the norm. To think that by pushing on forward no matter what will ultimately grant him his desires. It doesn't help, you think, that you fall before him every time with just a kiss. You let him do to you what he wants for the high but you also know you're not fully consenting because you're not entirely yourself when the high hits. A tear escapes you at the thought followed by another one until they fall from you in droves.

You hiccup before you cry fully and end up curled in Hoseok's arms as he draws you in closer to him. His hand reaches for the back of your neck where he squeezes it in what he thinks is comfort. Either that or it's a sign of possession.

He runs his lips over the top of your head in soft kisses and all it does is make you cry more. How many times have you cried already because of him? How many times have you cried over changes in your life because of him? Him, him, him. It's always him. You don't know how much longer you can hold off on escaping. You're waiting for the right moment but what if it never comes? What will you do then? Namjoom is here but you can't exactly run into his arms because no one, especially not Hoseok, will accept you and Namjoon being a thing. Just thinking about it sends you into an even bigger fit and you can't stop crying.

Hoseok doesn't shush you gently like he normally would. He just holds you close until all that's left are little whimpers and sniffles. It takes you a few more minutes to calm down but by then you feel empty inside.

When he pulls back he cups your face with both his hands and angles you up to look at him. His eyes roam over your features with a small pout to his lips as he frowns before he leans in and places a kiss to your lips. Another one and then another one.

"Things will be easier if you just accept things as they are, Y/N." He brushes his lips across yours. "Just accept it."

Your eyes shut where a few stray tears leak from them to come down your face. When he releases you you open your eyes and watch as he gets up from bed and stretches.

Just like that. As if nothing had happened. He acts nonchalant as he starts his daily routine of getting things ready for a shower. Your eyes wander around aimlessly - too spent to care for anything or anyone before you. You just are. You exist. Miserably.

He's back and forth looking through his closet for clean pajamas and when he finds them he lies them out on the bed. But before he can head back to the bathroom he pauses and looks at you.

"Are you fine with staying in here or do you want to leave?"

He's giving you an option? Oh.

You shrug your shoulders.

Hoseok sighs before resting his hands on his hips.

"I need to know so I can get your clothes ready." Pause where he nibbles his bottom lip. "If you want after breakfast you can go to the library. If Namjoon is available."

Namjoon? You would like to see him but right now you're not in the mood so you shrug your shoulders again.

Hoseok sucks his teeth before grabbing the sets of pajamas he lied out and taking them back in the closet. All in exchange for clothes to wear outside but you note something. The shirt he pulls out doesn't belong to you. It's a slightly baggy black shirt and around the collar written in red is the word 'Yours.' You know it belongs to Hoseok and you know he's purposely making a statement with you wearing it but you're too empty to care right now. Otherwise you would have made a face and probably would have convinced him to let you wear something else. Now though you just let it happen because your need to fight at the moment is nonexistent.

You hear him call out for you and so with a deep sigh do you get up and head into the bathroom. He's already brushing his teeth and you follow suit with a sullen look that doesn't pass him by. He keeps an eye on you as you try to ignore him but you know your change in mood is affecting him in a way. It's making him more clingy when he pulls up behind you to hug you after you're done brushing your teeth. Even in the shower he holds you close as the water cascades down his back.

He leans his head down to kiss the juncture between your shoulder and neck where one of his many bites lies.

"I love you," he says. "I hope you know that."

You don't respond. Instead you reach for your loofah and begin to pour soap onto it.

You know Hoseok can tell you're ignoring him but he doesn't let up. He takes your loofah from you and lathers you up with gentle touches. You let him but when it comes to washing your private areas you put up a resistance. He's not unfamiliar with washing you there but when you're fully capable of doing it yourself you make it known with your actions. He doesn't fight you on it as he begins to lather himself up and from there you two focus on yourselves before you're done in the shower.

Getting ready after is quick and you wear the shirt he gives you acting like a leash you're sure because even when he's not around everyone will be able to smell and see him on you in so many ways.

Before anything else is done Hoseok walks up to you and cups your face so he can lean in and kiss you.

"Hey," he starts. "I have no problem leaving you in the library today with Namjoon." His thumbs caress your cheeks as he licks his lips. "Just... just stay close to him, okay?"

You know what he means by that. It means don't run away.

You give him a slow blink to which his face switches into one of worry. He licks his lips again before leaning in to kiss you. The kiss is long and hard and when it's time to pull back it's done in hesitancy. He stares at you for a minute more before he says "Okay" in a hushed voice.

Grabbing your hand he leads you both out of the room to the dining area to eat your breakfast. Some of his brothers are already there. Seokjin, Namjoon, and Jungkook. You're a little surprised by the appearance of the youngest as he normally doesn't come around this early into the day. He doesn't look the least bit tired and you don't know if it's because he had a good rest or if he pulled an all-nighter that hasn't hit him yet. Either way he's here.

Hoseok pulls out your seat like usual before his own is pulled out. No one says a word at first and you don't look either of the mens' way as your food is fetched. The silence is a bit awkward for you but thankfully Seokjin goes to fill it.

"So how are you two? We didn't see you late last night."

You tense a little but your face remains devoid of emotion. You wonder how Hoseok will answer this.

"Y/N was a little tired so we went to bed early."

You scoff internally because of course he'll lie.

"That's too bad." Seokjin says. "You missed quite the shit show last night."

Hoseok hums.

His brother sits up and takes a sip of his drink. "Yeah. Jimin had a few choice words directed towards me and Yoongi."

Namjoon clears his throat. "Jimin is just upset because of the punishment."

"Well if it's because of that then you have nothing to worry about." Hoseok says. "When we came home he snapped at Y/N."

A frown mars Namjoon's face. "Why?"

"He blames her for what happened between them."

Namjoon's frown grows deeper at this. "It's his fault for even starting it."

"You know Jimin has never taken the blame for anything that he does. Isn't that right Jungkook."

The brother in question shrugs his shoulders at Seokjin. "Jimin is Jimin," he says.

"Can we stop talking about this?" Your words leave you hushed.

You really wish everyone would stop talking about your situation with Jimin as if you weren't here. It just sours your mood even more.

"My apologies, Y/N." Seokjin doesn't sound the least bit sorry. "We'll discuss this another time."

"Sorry Y/N."

Your attention is drawn to Namjoon who gives you an apologetic look. You don't give him a smile or anything and to that his features turn to one of worry.

Your food is brought out and placed before you. You half-heartedly use your fork and knife to cut the pieces apart. You could care less for food right now but you eat to sustain yourself. No longer because you enjoy it but because you need it. It catches Hoseok's attention and he places a hand over your thigh where he squeezes it for a moment before rubbing it. It doesn't bring you peace so you pull your leg away from him.

His hand slips away before he clears his throat and goes back to his breakfast.

The air is filled with chatter again but thankfully it's not about you. Seokjin seems to always have something to talk about. Whether it be casual talk or gossip. Especially gossip.

"Did you know you know who did this?"

"Did you know you know who did what?"

He speaks on endlessly especially if it's at the expense of others. His brothers are as much of a victim to his talk as much as a stranger is and they just let it happen because that's just who he is and that's just who they are. You don't think you could ever get used to that.

"So," Hoseok starts up as the conversation dies down. "Namjoon are you busy today?"

The man in question hums. "I do have something to do but if you need me I can put it to the side for today."

"Oh I was just asking because of Y/N."

Namjoon looks at you and raises his brows. "Do you want to go to the library today?"

You look at him and back at your food you're hardly eating. When you do this you miss the pleading eyes Hoseok shoots his brother's way. Namjoon catches it and nods to himself.

"We can go to the library, Y/N. If you want we can go after you're done eating."

"I'm not hungry," you mumble.

"Then would you like to go now?"

You shrug your shoulders.

No one tries to make you eat your food nor do they say anything about how distant you are but you're sure Seokjin will talk about it the moment you leave.

"Well," Namjoon says. "Let's go then."

He stands up and waits for you at the door but before you can follow him a hand stops you. Hoseok looks at you and he looks worried.

"Hey," he says. "I'll see you later, yeah?"

You only nod before he leans in for a kiss. You try to pull away but he holds you by the back of your neck. It makes you grimace and out of breath until finally he releases you. You're quick to stand up then and step out of the dining room with Namjoon on your tail.

The tall vampire doesn't say anything to you as you make your way to the library. He doesn't touch you either. He just trails behind you until you reach the room and sits in his usual spot as do you. He purses his lips before sucking his teeth a few times.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You look up at him and shrug. "It's nothing."

Namjoon raises his brow. "If it were nothing you wouldn't look as gloom as you do now." He reaches his hand out. "Talk to me, princess."

You stare at his hand for a few seconds before you go to grab it. His fingers close around you and he holds you tight. The feeling of being grounded to something - someone makes you realize that you're not as alone as you feel and tears start to spring in your eyes.

"Hey. Hey it's okay." Namjoon stands up so he can come around and kneel next to you. "Talk to me. It's okay."

You sniffle and look down at your conjoined hands. When you take a deep breath in it's followed by a sob you're trying to keep in.

"I don't know if I can keep doing this."

Namjoon squeezes your hand. "Do what?"

Your other hand comes up to press against your forehead as you lean your elbow onto the table. "Hoseok," you whisper. "I don't know how much longer I can deal with him. I just - I don't want to be around him anymore. I want to..." You stop yourself before you can say more.

"Do you... do you want to run away?"

He's asked you this question before. You were hesitant at first. You still feel hesitant but you feel like you can open up to Namjoon more than you could before so you bite your bottom lip and give a single nod.

Namjoon sighs before bringing your hand up to his lips where he kisses it.

"I'm sorry," you cry.

"No no. Don't be. If anyone should be apologizing it's me."

You frown. "This is Hoseok's fault. Not yours."

"I know but he's my brother. Maybe if we had nurtured his problems a little less you wouldn't be feeling what you're feeling now." A pause. "You probably wouldn't be here either."

Your eyes draw up to him as a tear escapes. "I wouldn't have met you."

"I know but you wouldn't be as miserable which is the most important part of all."

There's a silence that fills the air now as Namjoon comforts you. It takes you a couple of minutes to calm down but he's with you every step of the way. His one hand holding yours while his other wipes away your tears.

"Do you need a tissue," he asks.

You nod your head.

He kisses your hand before standing up. "I'll be right back."

Releasing your hand he goes to leave the library and leaves you alone to stew in your thoughts.

Was it a mistake to let Namjoon know you wanted to escape? You're not sure now. He did his best to comfort you and you appreciate it.

It's true that you wouldn't have met him if things between you and Hoseok were different. You would have preferred that but a small part of you is happy to be here because of Namjoon alone. He's made you feel things you never thought you would. You always thought you'd forever be alone with nothing but your work to keep you company, but he's made you feel and believe otherwise. You're thankful for Namjoon. You really truly are.

After a few more minutes Namjoon returns with a tissue box he places before you. You go to grab a few to wipe your eyes and nose as the vampire pushes your hair back from your face.

"Feel better after letting everything out?"

You look up at him and nod.

He smiles at this before bringing you into a hug. Your face is pressed against his stomach as you wrap your arms around his waist. Being close to him like this brings you comfort and so you hum in content.

When he pulls back he looks down at you with both his hands cupping your face. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"There we go," he says. "That's better."

Your smile grows wider and to this he chuckles.

"I like it when you smile."

Warmth spreads across your face and ears. He leaves you speechless but it doesn't stop him from complimenting you.

"You're really beautiful you know that?"

You look away from him but he's not having it.

"Hey. I'm serious. You're beautiful."

With hesitant lips you talk back. "You are too."

Namjoon smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead.

"So. Is there something you want to do today?"

You take in a deep breath before releasing it into a sigh. "Can you read to me?"

"Of course."

"But," you start. "Can we go somewhere more private?"

His brow raises in question. "Where would you like to go?"

You don't want to be locked up in here where Hoseok can easily find you. You want to be somewhere where you and Namjoon can be free with one another.

"Can we go to the gazebo?"

His other brow joins the one he kept perked up. "Yeah. Yeah of course we can do that."

You give him a grateful smile.

"Let me just get the book we left off at reading."

"Okay."

And he's quick to get it. Afterwards you follow him out to the garden and into the maze. His one hand holds the book while the other rests on your lower back. It feels like it's been forever since you were last in this maze. You don't remember the way through but Namjoon remembers well. He is in no rush as be guides you and you're quick to reach the gazebo where you sit on the cushioned bench and him by your side.

"Comfy," he asks.

You nod.

"Good." He begins to flip through the pages until he finds where it is that you left off. "We'll start off here then." He points to the text.

His deep voice lures you in and you can freely imagine the characters in the book interact as they do. At some point you rest your head on his shoulder and he pauses. Without a word he angles his body where he can rest his back against the gazebo and maneuvers you so you can rest your back against his chest and can follow along with his reading as you gaze at the text.

It's comfortable like this. After starting off having a shitty day Namjoon like a hero swoops in and makes things better for you. Even if it's only temporary you enjoy yourself.

You close your eyes and take in your surrounding through smells like the garden around you and Namjoon's soft scent. Your ears perk up here and there as Namjoon speaks and feel the cool breeze that you're thankful for in this Summer heat. Here and now you can imagine it's just you and Namjoon. Nothing to ruin your day. No one to ruin what you have now. It's nothing but peace and when you least expect it you start to doze off. Namjoon seems to realize this from the sound of your breathing and your heart beat begins to settle for a softer pattern and so he chuckles. The sound startles you a little and you look up at him with a questioning hum.

"You're falling asleep on me," he says.

"Sorry." You burrow your face closer to his neck. "I just feel so calm out here with you."

"Yeah?"

You nod your head.

Namjoon hums. "You know what will make this better?"

"What?"

He places the book to the side and grabs your chin so he can angle your face towards his own.

"Kiss me."

Without hesitation you lean in and he meets you halfway.

You're absorbed by the feel of his plush soft lips while his hand that held onto your chin moves up to cup your cheek. Your lips move in tandem and you feel so free like this. Engulfed by everything and anything that is Namjoon and you feel the need to have more of him.

Your tongue peeks out to run across the seam of his lips. He pauses and breaks your kiss apart so he can lean his forehead against your own. You try to press your lips against him again but he pulls back.

"What's wrong," you ask.

His eyes are closed as he takes deep even breaths.

"You know if you kiss me like that you're going to feel the high."

He was right but you shake your head.

"I don't care."

He chuckles. "I won't be able to control myself afterwards."

"I don't care," you say again.

His eyes open. "Say that again and I'll do whatever I want to you."

His thumb rubs against your lips where you nip the tip of it.

"I don't care."

Namjoon gives you one last long look before he kisses you fiercely and you react in an instant.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he leans you back onto the bench. Your lips part as do his and immediately you feel the high once his tongue meets yours. You whimper in his hold to which he growls something possessive. It sends goosebumps all along your body.

Your legs come up to wrap around his hips where settles between them. He keeps a bent leg angled towards the floor because he's too large to fit both of you like this on the bench and just the idea of that makes you moan into his mouth.

Namjoon pulls back to look at you as your eyes glaze over due to the high. You look thoroughly fucked and he hasn't even done anything else to you yet.

"Look at you," he says. "Do you want more?"

You whimper. "Yes."

He leans forward to lick a vertical stripe over your lips before shoving his tongue into your awaiting mouth.

You feel bliss and you want more. You never thought you'd be able to experience this without Hoseok and now that you can - knowing you're experiencing this with someone you like - it's sending you to orbit. Even more so when you feel something hard press into your stomach.

Namjoon pulls back again to watch you as you writhe beneath him. He kisses your cheek and he decides he'll wait for you to come down to talk to you again.

The high feels so good and washes over you in waves of pleasure. You feel like you're on top of the world and you can't have enough of it. When you do start to wind down you sigh and blink a few times as the hold Namjoon's saliva had over you starts to dissipate. It's a shame to have to come down but when you do you give Namjoon a smile. One that he mimics adoringly.

"You good," he asks.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm good."

He pecks your lips before resting his head into the crook of your neck. You hold him close and wiggle a little underneath him to which he groans.

You freeze. "Are you okay?"

He hums. "Yeah just..." he pauses and adjusts himself through his pants. "You got me a little worked up there."

Your face heats up as you bite your bottom lip. "Do you want me to help you with that?"

"Fuck Y/N you can't just say things like that." Namjoon groans.

"Why not?"

"You have no idea how badly I want you to help me with it but now is not the time."

You pout and when he looks at your face he makes a sound that's a cross between another groan and a moan.

"If Hoseok has an issue with you smelling like me as is can you imagine how he'll feel if I were deep inside of you?"

The idea of that brings a kind of pleasure to you and when you least expect it arousal pools out of you and you know he can smell it because he curses under his breath.

"You're going to be the death of me."

You giggle. "What happened to you saying you'll do whatever you want to me?"

His brow raises. "You're being a bad girl, princess."

Your hips buck up into his. "I like it when you call me that."

"Fuck." He rests his head on your shoulder. "Keep up with that and I'm taking you up to my room and finishing this off."

"Would that be so bad?"

He laughs. "Oh you're a really bad girl."

You join in with his laughter.

"But seriously." He pulls back. "We shouldn't right now. Hoseok is too close to do anything else. It's already bad enough that you smell like me. Now you're going to have to change your underwear because of how divine you smell right now."

You bite your lip and hum. "I should probably wash up a little, I guess."

"And brush your teeth too otherwise he'll really know we've been up to something."

The thought brings a frown to your face but you understand him. So when he lifts himself off of you you stand up with a stretch.

"Will you come with me," you ask.

"If that's what you want."

You nod and he smiles.

"Then let's head back inside." He stands up with the book in hand and places a hand on your lower back as he leads you two out of the maze once again.

The two of you are quick to sneak off towards Hoseok's room. None of the maids acknowledge you two but it makes you a little paranoid that they'll talk about how close you and Namjoon are. You try to ignore it as you're about to slip into the room but you stop when Namjoon doesn't follow you.

"Aren't you coming in?"

"I can't," he says. "If Hoseok smells me in his room he'll be suspicious."

He's not wrong so you try not to pout as you step inside.

You're quick to undo your shoes and pants so you can slip off your underwear. You throw them into the hamper and grab a fresh new pair. You hope Hoseok won't notice. Just to be sure you put on a pair that is the same exact shade as the one from before before slipping your clothes back on.

The next thing you do is brush your teeth. With how possessive Hoseok can get you know you have to be careful. You wish you didn't have to do this even thougn it's for precautionary reasons.

If you want to keep seeing Namjoon you know you have to do this.

Once you're done you leave the room to find Namjoon leant back against the neighboring wall looking down at the back cover of the book. When he sees that you're out he smiles and stands up straight.

"Ready?"

You nod. "Yeah. Do I smell different?"

He mimics your nod with one of his own. "Sha'll we head back to the library?"

You frown. "What about the gazebo?"

Namjoon walks over to you and leans down to your ear. "If we're in a secluded area like that again I just might take you right then and there."

Your heart skips a beat and he notices it because he smirks.

"Let's head back then," he says.

You listen to him but try your best to keep the thoughts of him having you from clouding your mind lest you have to change your underwear again.

You have to admit that you are a bit worried about Hoseok finding out about you and Namjoon. You can't imagine what he'll do to you if he were ever to find out. In all honesty you're playing with fire, but despite the danger you can't help yourself. Being with Namjoon has really upped your mood. Just earlier you were shut down and distant. After crying it out with Namjoon and having him stay with you these past couple of minutes you felt better. You recall admitting to him about you wanting to run away but he hasn't judged you about it. If anything he's just grown more disappointed in Hoseok rather than you. It warms your heart but you know being careful is the number one thing you should be worried about because if it all goes to shit seeing Namjoon again would be the last thing Hoseok would allow you to do. It scares you a little bit but you know you can do this. If Namjoon can keep it together so can you and so you will. Even if it's the last thing you'll ever do.

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