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Deep End - Chapter 5: Master of the House

…in which Ezi is home alone with Harry’s assistant.

Word count: 4.8k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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A/N: PLEASEEEEEE LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! I'll write faster when I get a lot of comments 😩

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Harry pulled Ezi down the hallway to find the nearest bathroom. His head started to hurt as he thought about how his mother would react if she found out what Ezi had done. What he had done. He didn’t expect his cousin to run and tell anyone that he’d been attacked by a helpless girl and that Harry had beat the shit out of him afterwards. But someone might have seen that, and words could spread like a virus at these kinds of events. It’d be wiser to just walk away quietly.

When he had found a bathroom, an old lady stepped out, saw them and made a face, probably assuming the worst when she caught sight of the blood on Ezi’s face.

“I didn’t hit her,” Harry told the lady, only to receive a disgusted look in return.

She ignored him and turned to Ezi. “Honey, are you alright?”

Ezi offered a grin, showing her blood-stained teeth. “Yeah. It’s not my blood.”

The lady’s eyes widened in shock. Slowly, she took a step back, then ran off without another word.

Harry immediately shut the door behind them. “Wash your mouth,” he told Ezi, turned on the water, and as she washed her mouth in the sink, he took off his jacket, put it on the marble counter, and rolled up his sleeves.

Ezi hopped onto the counter and watched Harry soak the handkerchief he’d been carrying in his pocket.

“Face,” he ordered, and she lifted her chin so he could gently wipe off the blood around her mouth.

“I was defending myself,” she said once he’d finished and tossed the handkerchief into the bin at his feet.

“I know.” He shifted his eyes back to her. He didn’t mean to sound like a dick, but it seemed like he’d come off as one. He leaned to the side with his hand on the cool surface of the sink. “It’s not your fault. I know my cousin. His family is in debt because of his gambling addiction. I keep telling my mother to ban him from the manor, but she has too much respect for the fucker’s parents to do it.”

“So why did he call you trash?”

At that, Harry couldn’t help but cackle. “He did? Well, I think most people would think so. I haven’t done much to make my mother proud. She wanted her only son to take over our family’s business, but I wanted to become a singer, and yeah…”

Ezi blinked at him. She probably didn’t understand most of what he’d said, so he let it go and worked up a smile. “Sorry for oversharing. You okay?”

She nodded. “I’m not hurt. I was the one that bit him.”

“Are you feeling sorry for him now?”

“No. I would’ve eaten him if you hadn’t shown up.” The way she;d said with a straight face amused and scared Harry at the same time. “Although he didn’t taste as good now that I’m human and need my food cooked.”

“I’ll just assume that you weren’t serious.”

Harry picked up his jacket from the sink. Ezi hopped to her feet and reached for the doorknob, but he pulled her back to him by her wrist and swept his eyes over her body once again. “Where did he touch you?”

She pointed to her waist and showed him the red fingerprints around her forearm.

“Nowhere else?”

“Nowhere else.” She shook her head. “I don’t like being touched.”

A sense of discomfort filled Harry as he recalled how she’d said those same words after he’d yelled at her earlier. She must have been so scared. Tonight he deserved a trophy for being the biggest asshole alive.

“Nobody should touch you. Not even me.”

“You are touching me.”

Harry looked down at his fingers around her wrist and immediately let go. “From now on, nobody,” he said. “Only when you give them permission to touch you, okay?”

“What about handshakes?”

“Handshakes are fine. Wouldn’t recommend shaking hands with everyone, though. Germs and all that.” He stepped in closer and pretended to put his arms around her without touching her, just to demonstrate. “So hugs like this are for friends. You don’t usually do this to people you’ve just met. Unless they’re the ones on the street with the sign that says FREE HUGS. You’re allowed to hug those.”

“Got it.”

“And,” breathed Harry as he grabbed his nonexistent boobs. “This area is forbidden. Nobody is allowed to touch you here...unless you want them too, of course.”

“Why would I want them to?”

Harry ignored the question and went on, grabbing his bum. “Also this and the front area.” He gestured to his crotch. “Forbidden.”

“But I don’t have a tail.”

“You have something else that’s just as important as my tail.” He felt silly to say it, but it would have felt weird to say dick or penis to her face.

She put a finger to her lips; a line appeared between her brows as she pondered. “Speaking of something else, the hole--”

“Okay, not here! Save your questions for when we’re home.”

Harry grabbed her shoulders to spin her around, and she immediately smacked his hands and shot him a glare. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

“Good. Love that attitude. But really, we need to leave before my mother finds out I almost killed someone in her home.”

He reached around Ezi and opened the door, bobbed his chin for her to go first, but she stood still, her face serious. “That wasn’t like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Back there. You became someone else. You were...violent.”

“Well, yeah. Only because he deserved that.”

Ezi cocked her head to the side, her clear blue eyes squinted. “But he was one of your kind. And I’m not. So why were you protecting me?”

“Because he assaulted you. I don’t care if he was the Queen of England. I would’ve beat his ass still.” Seeing her perplexed expression, Harry let out a soft laugh. “Why’s it surprising? Didn’t you save me twice?”

Ezi averted her eyes and gave a small nod. “Yeah.”

“And you lost your tail for it, so it wasn’t a fair trade anyway.”

He waited for her to say something, but she didn’t, so he wrapped his jacket around her shoulders and told her to go.

They didn’t speak on the ride home. Harry wanted to lighten up the mood with his stupid jokes, but he was too agitated to say anything. They had left without saying goodbye to his mother or anyone, so he would probably be in so much trouble tomorrow. He had put his phone on airplane mode; his mother’s harsh words would have to wait. He also couldn’t help but think that if he hadn’t shown up, something worse could have happened to Ezi. Or his cousin. Or both. And it would’ve been his fault as well.

“Next time we go out, don’t do the opposite of what I tell you to do,” he told Ezi when they’d arrived home and gone upstairs to her room. “You’re even more stubborn than my cat. At least she’d stay put when I tell her to.”

“I was looking for you! I thought you’d left me.”

Harry tossed his keys onto a table and turned to look at Ezi. He put both hands on his hips. She was giving him those puppy dog’s eyes while fidgeting with her own fingers as if she hadn’t nearly torn open his cousin’s throat with her human teeth. He could not imagine what she could do with her siren fangs.

He let go a sigh and scratched his forehead. “You thought I’d left you?” His voice was lower now that he’d calmed down a bit. “So you don’t trust me?”

She said nothing, just staring back at him.

Calmly, he went on, “I brought you all the way here to London and risked it all to keep you in my house, Ezi. I had to speak to some of my relatives at the event, but I was going to come back for you. I told you to stay--”

“You lied to me.”

Frozen to the spot, Harry blinked. “About?”

“Dawson,” Ezi said. “I talked to Dawson.”

“You talked to Dawson?!”

“And he was a nice person.” Then, she had to reassure him, “Don’t worry. It was a short conversation, and I didn’t tell him much about myself.”

“Then how do you know he was a nice person?” Harry scoffed. “I mean, you barely know the lad.”

“He told me about manga, and he called me beautiful, and he doesn’t act friendly to his enemy.”

“Enemy?” Harry asked, but Ezi didn’t bother to explain.

“Why do you hate him?” she asked.

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. “He’s a try-hard. I hate try-hards. My mother loves him, so of course you’d love him, too.”

“I wouldn’t call it love--”

“Good. Because he’s lame.”

Ezi tilted her head, looking puzzled. “What’s lame?”

“Boring. Not interesting.”

“Oh.” She gave an understanding nod. “Then you’re the lamest.”

“Okay, you know what?” Harry exhaled and pointed to her bedroom door. He had never felt more like a dad than he was now. “You’re grounded for a day. That means you’re not allowed to leave your room tomorrow.”

“How will I eat?”

“The food will be brought to your room.”

Ezi’s face turned red as she crossed her arms and stomped her foot. “You cannot imprison me!”

“It’s not imprisoning if you still get to play games and watch videos on your iPad.”

Harry knew Ezi loved the iPad. Her furrowed brows relaxed as soon as she heard that she got to keep it. “Fine.” She breathed. “I don’t want to see your face anyway. I’ll just be in my room with Chilli.”

“Good.”

“Good!”

Ezi shoved Harry aside as she stormed into her room and kicked the door shut. Harry stared at it for a moment. Then, he smiled, shook his head and went back to his room.

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Ezili had a nightmare again.

This time, she’d returned to the ocean after failing her mission, and as punishment, her mother had turned her into a shrimp, while her sister had watched with a satisfied sneer.

A few moments after she’d woken up screaming, she heard Harry’s footsteps pounding down the hallway before he burst into her room, panting as he asked if she was alright. She almost said that she was now that he was here, but she didn’t and only answered with a nod.

“Okay,” Harry gave a crooked smile. “Just...wake me up if you need anything.”

“Wait.” The word slipped out before Ezili could stop herself.

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Yeah?”

She rubbed her hands onto her thighs, feeling the smoothness of the fabric of her nightgown, which brought her a sense of comfort. In the semi-darkness of her room, Harry looked strangely handsome with his messy hair and sleepiness in his heavy hooded eyes. She wondered why he had to be all groomed most of the time when he already looked good without trying.

For a second, she forgot what she was about to say then flinched when he called her name.

“Can you sleep here with me tonight?” she asked.

Harry looked stiff, his lips slightly parted.

“If you want to,” she quickly added. When she was living under the sea, she had hated sharing her space with the other sirens, so she could imagine how uncomfortable Harry must feel about her request. Still, she knew if he was around, she wouldn’t have nightmares. If she focused on his presence, then she wouldn’t think about her mother and sister and the task that seemed impossible to complete. Besides, she wanted to be as close to him as possible, learn his behaviours, and slowly slip into his mind and then his heart.

“I mean…” He scratched the back of his head and awkwardly looked around the room. “I guess I could sleep on the sofa over there.”

“There’s plenty of space on this bed,” she said, patting the spot beside her.

His mouth curled. “I know. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. After what happened tonight, I thought you wouldn’t want to be near a man anymore.”

Ezili shrugged. “Well, I’ll try not to hate you tonight.”

Harry rested a shoulder against the doorframe and rubbed his chin. “Well, well, well, are you saying that I chase your bad dreams away?”

“Yes, because you’re already a living nightmare.”

Her response made him laugh. At this point, she could conclude that he enjoyed being degraded.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “How’s your English so good? I thought you must speak a language for sirens, no?”

“We speak Séren back home.”

“Oh, cool. Say something in your language.”

“T’ko thikc mei vie mei zua zi.”

“Damn. What does it mean?”

“I don’t like you because you’re ugly.”

Harry’s smile vanished, making Ezili explode in laughter. When she saw the way he was gawking at her, probably because she had never laughed like that before, she forced herself to stop and cleared her throat. “Yeah, so that’s Séren.”

“How do you speak English so well then?”

“Not just English. I also speak French, Danish, and German.”

“Wow. Your fish schools teach human languages?”

Ezili made a disgusted face. “No. I learn them from hearing the conversations of the sailors on the boats.”

“Makes sense.” Harry nodded slowly. “You seem like a fast learner. Way too fast; it’s scary. Maybe your brain is even more developed than mine.”

“Thank you.”

“Now that I’ve entertained you--”

“You’ve done nothing. I did all the talking.”

“I gave you a topic to talk about. Don’t be mean.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Anyway, now that you’re entertained, do you still want me to stay?”

Ezili thought for a second and nodded.

“Alright,” Harry breathed and shut the door behind him. “I’ll stay. Scoot over.”

“You’re permitted to touch me tonight,” Ezili said.

Harry froze when he’d sat down on the edge of the bed. “What?”

Was there something wrong with his hearing? He’d asked her to repeat a lot of things tonight.

“You’re permitted to touch me tonight,” she told him again in annoyance. “You might touch my hand or arm when you sleep. I can’t hold you accountable for that.”

“That’s not--” He exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. “You know what? Good for you. Keep that attitude when you’re with any man. I’m a man myself, but most of us are pigs.”

“You mean all of you.”

“I literally just lay down and you’re already insulting me.”

“Fine. I’ll stop,” Ezili said, smiling as she watched Harry adjust the covers to make himself comfortable.

“I can’t sleep with you staring at me like that,” he said with one eye shut and the other half-opened.

Pouting, Ezili turned over with her back to him. Harry’s throaty laugh made her stomach clench, but in a good way. “Ezi,” he whispered. “I was only joking.”

She completely ignored him, pretending she was asleep. He was quiet for the next few moments, and when she looked back to check, he was already sleeping. She thought he was playing, so she called his name and lightly pulled a strand of his hair, but he didn’t react. He was lying on his back, his mouth slightly open as he breathed, chest rising and falling in a calming rhythm. She pushed up on one elbow and peered down at his face. She hadn’t observed him this close before. Well, not since their first encounter on the beach. The last time, however, had been in a different situation, and she hadn’t got time to properly study him. Humans were exquisite-looking creatures. She would never admit aloud, but she had always envied them for it.

She started counting his eyelashes and connecting the freckles on his face. The more she looked, the more fascinating he became. It had amazed her how he’d rescued her instead of another human. And not just any human, but his family. She would never betray her kind for a human. Her rescuing him twice had been an act to gain his trust, when the whole purpose of this mission was to have him dead at the end.

Slowly and carefully, she moved closer and gently pressed her ear to his chest. She could hear it. The thumping of his heart, pumping blood through his veins, keeping him alive. He would be dead without that heart. Sadly, so would she.

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“Good morning?” Harry said in a tone of a question when he woke up and found Ezi standing in front of the window with her back straight and arms to her sides, like one of those guards in front of Buckingham Palace. “Helloooo?”

“Shhhh. I’m meditating.”

“Who meditates standing up?” He snorted. “Man, you’ve been watching too much YouTube.”

“TikTok. And I’m not a man.”

“Wait, you’re on TikTok now?”

Ezi released a long breath and turned around to face him, hands on her hips. Sunlight filtered through the thin material of her blue nightgown, and Harry looked away as fast as he could before he got hard over a nipple or something. He wasn’t a bad guy. It was only--

“Seven in the morning,” he groaned into the pillow and fell back to the bed. “Fucking hell.”

“It’s morning, so you’re not welcome in my bed anymore.”

He removed the pillow to glare at her. “Ungrateful little minx. Said that after I’d chased away all the nightmares.”

“Go before I send Chilli to take you out.”

As if she heard her name, Chilli appeared in the doorway and licked her little paw while sending Harry a death look.

“You’re siding with the enemy now, huh?” he asked the cat.

“Why not?” Ezi said. “She’s a smart girl.”

Harry groaned loudly as he pushed himself out of bed and started doing some stretches. “Remember,” he told Ezi, who was watching him with her arms crossed and a judgy look on her face. How did she manage to look this good at seven in the morning? Totally unfair. “Remember,” he repeated as he almost forgot what he was trying to say. “You’re grounded. So you can’t leave your room today, but the food will be brought to you. You’re allowed to use the bathroom down the hall.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” He ruffled his hair and gestured at her. “Now continue doing...that...thing that you were doing.”

“Meditating.”

“Whatever,” he chuckled. “Weirdo.”

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“Good morning, Mr Boss!” said Amy, Harry’s assistant, as he went downstairs. She’d just arrived with the flowers for his living room.

“Morning, Ames. Any updates?”

“All in the email I sent you, Boss. Also, your mother called...52 times.”

“Yeah, I’ll deal with her,” Harry gave the girl a tight smile as he fixed his hair in the giant mirror by the stairs. “Thank you so much.”

“Did you watch the season finale of Master of the House?” Amy asked, smiling at his reflection in the mirror.

He turned around, grinning back at her. He liked how Amy was always so enthusiastic, but at the same time, found it difficult to match her energy. “No, been too busy. What happened?”

“I won’t spoil.” She giggled and started replacing the flowers in the vase in the centre of the living room with the new ones. “You should watch it this week and we’ll discuss.”

“I will.” When he got to the door, Harry did a spin as he remembered what he almost forgot. “Amy, can you stay here and wait for Niall to come? Also, there’s a girl sleeping upstairs. Don’t wake her.”

Amy’s usual grin had never disappeared so fast. Her hand that was holding a rose froze midair when she asked, “Was it the girl I saw the other day?”

“Yeah.”

“Your new girlfriend?”

“Just a friend.” Harry knew Amy had a little crush on him. It was harmless, so he didn’t really care. “I gotta go,” he told her, pretending he couldn’t see through her frown. “Wait for Niall.”

“Okay.” She forced a toothy grin and waved. “Have a great day, Boss!”

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This shirt was too big for Ezili. She shook her head, tongue stuck out at the corner of her lips as she reached further into the closet to get the dark blue t-shirt at the back.

As she pulled the pink shirt she was wearing over her head and put on the blue one. She heard the door to the closet creak open. Her chest nearly exploded. It was just Chilli.

She gave the cat a look. “What?”

The cat meowed at her.

“Yeah, I know he said I couldn’t leave my room and was only allowed to use the bathroom, but I’m bored.” She slipped on a white tennis skirt and sat down on the floor to put on a pair of white shoes. She struggled with the strings, but somehow still managed to tie them into two nice bows like she’d seen on those tutorials.

Twirling in front of the mirror, she asked Chilli, “Do you think I look good?”

Chilli responded by rubbing her tiny head against Ezili’s ankle. Ezili took it as a yes.

Their moment was interrupted by a loud thump from downstairs. Speaking of which, Ezili hadn’t heard from Harry all morning. He’d left breakfast for her at the door and disappeared to who knew where. She probably should go check on him.

Chilli followed her to the living room, both forgetting that Ezili wasn’t supposed to go downstairs. But it didn’t matter anymore, because instead of Harry, she found the green-haired girl lying on her stomach on the white cushioned sofa with her feet in the air and a half-finished bag of chips on the coffee table.. The sound Ezili had heard was the result of the chair this girl had knocked over yet didn’t bother to pick up.

Ezili hesitated for a moment behind the bookcase behind the girl. Before she decided to speak up, the girl did. She was on the phone with someone.

“So the master of the house was taken care of.”

Master of the house?

Harry?

“Nah, I think that girl is dead, too,” the green-haired girl giggled. What was so funny about death? “No, I don’t mean like dead now. But if she attacks, then the team will take her out.”

Ezili shivered. Could she be talking about Ezili? The master of the house was Harry. This green-haired monster had murdered Harry, and Ezili was the next target.

“What do you mean I don’t know that? I’m the expert. I’ve watched stuff like this all the time. Believe me. There’s no way she’s not getting caught. I can’t wait for the world to find out who she really is.”

Ezili went numb until she felt Chilli around her ankle. She put a finger to her lips to order the cat to stay quiet otherwise they’d both die. Picking up the cat, she walked quietly to the front door and slipped out before the green-haired girl found out she’d left her room. She must run away. She’d rather die by her mother’s hands than become a prisoner to humans.

The problem was: she didn’t know where she was.

How far was the ocean from here? She remembered having flown across the sky inside the iron bird, so this land must be very far from home.

“Watch where you’re going, crazy bitch!”

Ezili screamed when a car made a loud noise that almost blew up her ears. She stumbled backwards to the side of the road as the man inside the car gave her a look of contempt and drove off.

She hugged Chilli tighter to her chest. Relax, the voice inside her head said. I know you’ll figure out what to do.

She inhaled deeply and--

“Ezili?”

The sound of her name felt like a splash of water on a hot day. She shot her focus to the white car with the window rolled down and saw a familiar handsome face with glasses.

“Dawson!”

Dawson poked his head out of the window. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans -- the opposite image of the person she’d met last night. “Hey, where are you going?” he asked, looking concerned. “With the cat. Where’s Harry?”

“He’s dead,” Ezili told him quietly. She couldn’t let them find out that she’d escaped.

To her surprise, Dawson laughed. Could it be that he was one of them?

“Sooo dead. His mum sent me to check on him because she’s raging and he doesn’t answer his phone. But don’t worry. This happens all the time. He’s like a cat. Got nine lives.”

Ezili rapidly shook her head. “There was a girl in there. Green hair—”

“Harry’s assistant?”

“Yeah, that girl!” She continued nodding. “She was talking on the phone with someone. She said that the m-master of the house i-is dead.”

“Shit.” Dawson’s face grew dim. Maybe he’d finally understood. “She spoiled you the season finale?”

What?

“That sucks. But don’t worry, there’s still more.”

“What?”

“Master of the House. The Netflix show.”

It took Ezili’s brain a few moments to process, then she realised she had made a fool out of herself for nothing. Of course the green-haired girl wasn’t talking about killing Harry. It was a Netflix show!

Sighing in relief, she threw on a smile. “Oh, right. Yeah, that really shocked me. Harry’s not home, by the way.”

Dawson grimaced. “You okay? Where were you running off to?”

“Uhhh.” Ezili straightened her back. “W-Where were you running off to? I mean, driving.”

Dawson chuckled. He also had dimples like Harry’s, just not as prominent. “I came to see Harry but since he’s not home.” He peered around her to the front gate of Harry’s house. “I guess I’ll go to the bookstore today.” Another smile at Ezili. Unlike Harry, this one smiled a lot. And Ezili was keen on it. “Wanna come?”

Go with him?

Yes, yes she absolutely wanted that.

Harry wasn’t going to let her explore this new land anyway. And after the incident this morning, it was for the best if she knew her way around here, to escape when she must. Still, she remembered how angry he’d been last night about her not doing what he’d told her to do and putting herself in danger. She was about to turn down the offer when Chilli jumped out of her arms and into the car with Dawson. She sat casually on Dawson’s lap, gazing up at Ezili.

Dawson beamed. “Looks like the cat’s made up its mind.”

Ezili rolled her eyes, threw her head back and groaned. “Her name’s Chilli,” she said. “But, fine. I’ll go with you.”

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Niall felt like the main character today as he skipped up the steps to Harry’s door. Harry had asked him for a favour again. Because where else would his best friend turn to when things got rough? Niall knew that he was helpful and the best friend Harry could ask for. Still, he tried to stay humble about it.

“Sup, Ames.” He waved at Harry’s assistant, who opened the door for him. “Did you like my new TikTok?”

“With all five of my accounts. I got you, Nialler,” Amy said as she leaned against the staircase while chewing gum in her mouth.

Niall shrugged off his coat and hung it up. “Thanks, love. Sorry I’m late. Mikasa was wild this morning. I’m literally exhausted.”

“Uh, TMI?”

“What do you mean? It’s just yoga. She and her ‘I’m a therapist. Yoga will be good for your mental health’. She thinks I’m in love with her and would do anything for her. And you know what? She’s absolutely correct. Now where’s the girl?”

Amy looked confused for a second before she realised who he was referring to. “Oh, the pale girl? I saw her leave with Dawson Styles.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, she got into his car with Chilli. Is she really Harry’s girlfriend? I don’t like her. She didn’t say hello to me the first time and not this morning, either.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” Niall grabbed his head. “Sick girl on the loose. Sick girl on the loose. Thanks Ames.” Ignoring Amy looking baffled, he pulled out his phone and called Harry. The endless ringing only got him more frustrated. “Pick up, you motherfucker. It’s always the Nialler who has to save the day.”

Harry picked up after what seemed like a million beeps. “Don’t tell me someone’s injured. It’s only been an hour.”

“Worse!” Niall almost yelled. “Dawson kidnapped the girl!”

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First Costumer

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x female reader

Summary: you just got hired to do the job you always wanted and your first costumer, is no other but a Peaky Blinder

Word count: 2.1K

This is based on the moodboard below, made by my friend. You can find the original post here

A/N: I wrote this for @flowers-in-your-hayr 650 followers celebration. congratulations, love!! you're amazing, thank you for understanding my brazilian jokes lol and I hope you like this 💖

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You heard the doorbell ring and the sound filled the bookshop. Finally, a costumer. Your very first costumer. How exciting! 

You got down of the ladder you had previously climbed to fix some of the higher shelves and passed your hands through your brown simple dress, making sure it was proper and in order. Mr. Cuthbert had taken a long time to finally accept you as an employee in his establishment and now, you had to make him proud. 

You had always loved books. Since you were just a little girl, you mother had given you novels to read and you grew up living in many different ones from the reality you actually found yourself in. Books were your passion, your refugee, your ideal spot. To be able to work around them and make people happy by buying books, well, it sounded like perfection! 

The costumer took his time to walk through the shop, eyeing the shelves like they were unusual strangers in the street and then, he got to you at the back of the bookshop. Your first costumer was a man. 

He was tall. Not too tall, but just enoguh to make him able to look at some of the upward shelves without having to raise his head too much. His skin was white, giving a nice contrast with the black coat he wore. He had a moustache and you could only see a few strings of his brown hair, due to the cap he wore.

Then, you realized. After taking notice of the cap, the fine clothing made sense. No ordinary man in Birmingham had such fine clothes to wear, especially not in the middle of the week, during the lunch break time of the factories. Oh no, that man absolutely did not work in a factory. That man was a Peaky Blinder. His only bosses were the Shelbys and the Shelbys only. 

"May I help you, sir?" you asked him with a polite smile, pushing to the back of your mind the realization you had just come to. It didn't matter who he was outside Mr. Cuthbert's bookshop. He was a costumer. Who clearly, for the way his eyes were going from one shelf to the other, intended to buy a book. 

He focused his eyes on you and you saw that his stare wasn't harsh or the one of a demon, as many people said the Peaky Blinders were. His eyes were kind, even though there was an agitation in them that you couldn't quite comprehend. Maybe not even he could. "Yes" he said simply and as you kept staring at him, waiting for further information, the man looked even a bit disconcerted, like he wasn't used to having such attention upon him. "It is my sister's birthday this week and Ada, well, she really likes books, has a great shelf of them at her house. So I thought it would be a good idea to you know, give her a new book as a gift"  

You couldn't help but smile. That man, whomever he was, seemed so genuine in everything. You could see the care in his expression when he spoke of his sister. It was a nice thing to see. The stories you had heard about the Peaky Blinders seemed to be all wrong. He was a normal person. Not some crazy, openly violent man. 

"Do you have any specific book in mind?" you asked him, hands joined in front of your body and excitement filling your body because that was apparently going to be a successful sell. The man just squeezed his lips on a thin line, eyes going to the floor  as if he was embarrassed. It got to you. "Don't worry, I am sure we can work something out. What kind of books does she like?" 

He watched as you moved around the place graciously. Clearly you knew every corner of that place, every shelf, every single book and where it was. You looked at a particular spot, frowned then moved on like there wasn't anything interesting for whatever you wanted him to take to Ada. "Well, she's a communist, so she does like politics" 

"Very well" you walked towards the politics shelf, searched the titles, but nothing particularly got your attention or seemed fitting. You turned back to the man. "Does she like classics that have to do with politics?" 

"I think so, what do you have?" he asked, seeming kinda excited for what you would come up with. He accompanied you as you went to shelf on the other side of the corridor and pulled out a book. "Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo. It's centered around the French Revolution" 

The man looked down at the floor again as a quite nervous laugh escaped his mouth. "I don't think that is a good idea. France does not give my family the best memories, you see" 

"You fought the war?" you asked, smile fading a bit because of the seriousness in his tone. Maybe that's where his agitation was from. Maybe, he never did get back from France at all. He only nodded in agreement, still not looking at you. "Thank you, for your service" 

He gave out a little smile, but you knew by the way the corner of his lips didn't rise too much that he was anxious to change the subject. Honestly, see the obvious hurt in him made you want to change it either. "Alright, no France. What about Bram Stoker's Dracula?" 

"Dracula?" he frowned, eyes meeting yours in utter confusion at such a strange name. 

The fact that he didn't knew about it made you smile as you began to describe que novel's story to him with a mysterious tone in your voice to cause suspense. "It's about an old man, Count Dracula, who lives in a castle and feeds on the blood of young women to survive. Sometimes he kills them so they can join him in the after life and also drink blood from innocent people" 

The man laughed due to your clearly forced misteirous tone and the way you raised your eyebrows at him while speaking, seeming to forget the previous sadness that had overwhelmed him with the memories of the war. You were glad for it. "That sounds bloody awful, love" 

You could not help but also laugh, trying to ignore the heat that took a hold of your face when he apparently without thinking, called you love. "It is, actually" then you shrugged, passing your hand through the said novel's cover at the shelf. "But is a fine horror book" you crossed your arms over your chest and squeezed your eyes in his direction. "Be honest with me now, will your sister like this one?" 

He squeezed his lips again, this time his features assumed a expression that clearly said 'sorry'. "I don't think so. Ada is a feminist. I think she would not like a story where a monster man kills women and faces no consequences" 

"That is a very good point" you said with a sight and then turned around, biting your lower lip as you thought and thought about more options. The challenge on your very first sell was being quite exciting and you could say, interesting. Much of it of course, was because of that man. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head and you turned back to the Peaky Blinder with a smile. "What about On the Origin of Species? It's a book about pure knowledge, scientific one, about evolution. No France, no monster that slaughters women" 

The man gave it a minute of thought and then returned your smile. "Knowledge and evolution. It does sounds like Ada" you both felt silent for a moment and then, he cleaned his throat and nodded towards the book you had just gotten into your hands. "I'll take it" 

"Very well" you motioned for him to follow you and then made your way towards the back of the shop again, placing it in the cashier. "You want it wrapped up as a gift?" he quickly agreed and you raised two options of gift wrap in the air. A green and a blue one. He chose the green one. "You can also add a small card if you want" 

"That is nice, thank you" he said and again, as you looked at him, the kindness in his eyes seemed to shine out from everything else. 

You grabbed a gift card from the inside of a box where they were kept and placed a black pen upon it. "You can write it or if you want, I can write it for you" 

"You should write it, I bet your handwriting is better than mine" he said and you chuckled, nodding as you agreed to his request. 

"What do you want it to say?" you waited as he clearly thought about the question, looking unsure. With one of his hands, he took off his cap and then passed the other one through his hair. When he claned his throat, you were ready to start writing. 

"Dear Ada, happy birthday" he looked at you as if that was it but then, seeing the expression on your face that clearly indicated you wished him to talk more, he thought for a second and then continued. " Since you like books so much, I hope you will like this one, that a very nice girl helped me pick" as you wrote with a smile on your face, you did your best not to raise your eyes to meet his. "I know I am not always a very good brother, but I love you. Happy birthday, Arthur" 

"That was beautiful" you told him, letting go of the pen and starting to wrap up the gift carefully, slowly, in no rush to let the Peaky Blinder go away. Arthur. His name was Arthur. It was a beautiful name. Suited him just fine. 

"Alright, then" his eyes went to the floor again, seeming now embarrassed because of your words. 

You finished to wrap the gift in silence, then when it was done, you sighted and looked at the man. "If you want us to deliver the gift at your sister's house, in case you're busy, we have a delivery boy for such" 

"That sounds good, I appreciate that" he replied. 

You nodded in agreement and got a piece of paper, to then grab the pen again. "Can you tell me her adress, please?" he did so, and you wrote it down so the boy Mr. Cuthbert had hired a little while before you could do his part of the job later. "He is supposed to look for Ada...?" you left the question in the air, waiting for him to answer, eyes still on the paper. 

"Ada Shelby" 

Your eyes snapped up on the very same instant. 

Shelby. 

His sister was Ada Shelby. 

He was Arthur Shelby. 

"Something wrong, love?" he asked, and he didn't seem harsh like you expected him to, for the way you not in the slightly hid just how astonished you were to know his identity. His eyes were still kind, but a part of the previous sadness had come back. 

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me" you wrote down Ada Shelby and then left the paper upon the gift, at the corner of the cashier. 

"I'm used to that kind of reaction by now" he said with a nervous laugh, that carried absolutely no humor at all in it. Even if he was indeed used to the said kind of reaction, he clearly did not like it. You felt guilt consume you. "How much do I owe you?" 

You told him the price, still lost in your thoughts and cursing yourself for being so stupid and rude. So rude. He gave you the money, you placed it in the due place. "Have a nice day" he told you and then turned around to leave, placing his cap back in his head and then his hands went to the pockets of his clothes. 

You watched him leaving with a intense feeling of exasperation, tried to think fastly enough to say something and then before you could even really process what you were actually going to do, the words left your mouth. "Mr. Shelby?" he turned back around as he heard you calling, a bit of gentleness in his features. "If you ever need to buy another book, I am sure I can help you find something good" 

His lips curled up in a smile, a pure one. A bit of the guilt you felt left your body like he had just taken it completely away, just by smiling again. "I'll remember that, love" 

And then, Arthur Shelby left the bookshop.

[goldenkookietae]

The Book Fortress Tumbles

BTS One shot

Pairing: Boyfriend!Taehyung x reader

Word count: 3,643 words

Warnings: Smut, strong language, sir!kink, dom!tae, teeny tiny bit of angst

Summary: Your exams are starting soon and you’re beyond stressed. You’re trying not to let that show but it all comes bursting out when your boyfriend Taehyung tries to get you to relax. When you realise your mistake, the only thing you can do, is apologise to him. Just not with words.

A/N: My college just announced that our exams will be held starting from 18th September. That’s too less time to mug up the entirety of the semester syllabus. Sigh. This one shot is reflecting my current situation (minus a Taehyung and dedication towards exams). I accidentally posted this when it was half finished lol, I panicked all the time I was taking it down xD.

Disclaimer: This story is an AU fanfiction that I have created using the names of the members of BTS. I do not claim any ownership over the members of BTS. The plot and the personalities of the characters are entirely my own.

Do not plagiarize my work and do not repost.

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*I do not claim ownership over any of the pictures. They are credited to their original owners.

“Y/N~” Taehyung sang, skipping up to the study table, a pile of books hiding the person behind from view.

A faint “yes” was whispered softly from behind the walls of what seemed like a book fortress. Taehyung knew that the queen in this fort had probably not even looked up from her current preoccupation.

But somehow, as the “boyfriend”, he had a few special privileges. Somehow he could pull her to cuddle with him when  she had an exam the day next, somehow he could wake her up in the middle of the night and still get her to cook for him, somehow he could steal her ice cream after having his and get her to find him rather cute.

Okay, maybe the last two aren’t true. Those are the things I’d do for her. He thought. Either way, whatever the consequences might be, he felt deprived, almost jealous of bound pages and thick covers.

She had told him a month before, on a day that Taehyung now marked as a blue day in his life, that her exams were coming up and that she’d have to focus on her studies. That she’d have to give her attention to her text books instead of her handsome boyfriend. And the second her exams would be done, they could do whatever he pleased.

Oh, the many many things Taehyung had in mind for everything that pleased him. On top of the list was her name in bold, underlined, Y/N. Y/N had been scanning her books so intently throughout this whole month, it seemed as though she was studying the instructions to defuse a bomb that was seconds from exploding. He hardly saw her around the house, only between the times she came outside to refill her snack jar or water bottle or for her meals. It got to the point where she hadn’t even realised that Taehyung had shifted to her apartment and had been staying with her throughout.

It was funny because they’d share the same bed and wake up inside a warm blanket burrito. Even if she had realised, she hadn’t said a word and Taehyung was more than happy with that. Staying back at his place while she was like this was close to being on an entirely different planet with no forms of communication.

He had picked up a lot of hobbies to distract himself, he played more video games, ate a lot of food, tried cooking (which surprisingly went okay), cleaned her house to make sure she was always comfortable and sometimes worked overtime because everything else was simply boring. But at times when she hadn’t noticed he’d pursue another wonderful hobby. Since Y/N wasn’t really bothered about what Taehyung was up to, he unashamedly spent his time staring at her. She wasn’t even dressed to impress these days, putting on the first thing she reached in her cupboard before sitting down to study.

But she loved being comfortable. And Taehyung noticed how she’d always pick the shortest shorts she had, ones that barely covered the globe of her ass. He would’ve loved those clothes on her every damn day, only if he wasn’t restricted to staying a mile away so she could ‘focus’ and almost suffering from blue balls.

“Y/N~” he whined yet again, choosing to cross over to other side of the fort and poking the bookworm. His plan for the night was to at least get some attention. He had been deprived of it for more than a month, it had reached the point where he would be in an existential crisis from lack of affection.

He would respect all her restrictions, he was being so good at keeping his carnal desires at bay (even if his hand was no match), he hadn’t complained when she finished her food early and left him alone to eat his portion, and definitely didn’t bother her for falling asleep on top of her books. He somehow felt proud of being that boyfriend, the one who’d bring her meals and would carry her back to bed when she’d fallen asleep.

But he just hoped that this, whatever it was, probably a test from the gods, would soon come to an end. And that Y/N would then jump onto his lap and kiss the living daylights out of him to tell him that he passed with flying colours.

All he wanted was a little bit of cuddling that night. The exams were still a week away and she could spare that much for him, couldn’t she?

He poked her again. One last time. And when that earned him nothing more but hummed ‘yes’, he knew it had come down to war. He extended his hands to her waist, caressing the soft flesh before taking on a different turn.

“Taehyungie! Stop!” Y/N hollered, jerking so suddenly that the central defense of her fort broke and tumbled to the ground in all the glory of crumpled and dog eared pages.

All that didn’t bother Taehyung as he tickled her sides, not caring about the curses leaving her mouth at that instant. If he paid any attention, then it would definitely turn him hard.

He picked her up effortlessly, carrying her over to the bed and placing her down. He climbed on top of her slowly, licking his lips as his face leveled with hers.

“Let’s just cuddle for tonight Y/N. You’ve been overworking yourself and it’s okay to take some time off to relieve stress. Relax for today, okay?” Taehyung muttered soothingly, rubbing her arms to warm her skin.

“Or maybe we can do something else to relieve your stress?” He chuckled trying to lighten the passive expression on Y/N’s face but it only made it more poignant. Before he could say anything else, the anxiety all came onto Y/N at once, making her snap.

“Taehyung stop! This is not a joke. My entire career depends on these exams and you’re treating it like a joke! Stop it!” Y/N exclaimed and Taehyung went still. 

He knew she didn’t mean that and she knew that her career was as important to Taehyung as it was to her. He was looking out for her simply. She knew this too.

Sighing, Taehyung slid off her and stood next to the bed.

“Your career is important Y/N, I know that. It is to me too. But you’re taking too much pressure. You need a stress buster once in a while. Maybe this was not the best way and I’m sorry about that but maybe we can watch a movie tonight or-” Taehyung kept thinking of more things but Y/N cut him off.

“No. I am not under pressure. I do not need a stress buster. All I need to do is study and revise like I was already doing.” Y/N said as she looked at Taehyung pointedly, before sliding off the bed and sitting down at her desk.

“Alright. Let me know if you need anything.” Taehyung gulped. When she didn’t respond, he sighed and left the room as quietly as he could.

Y/N felt bad. When Taehyung had jumped onto her, all her focus flew out of her mind and she finally realised why she had been fidgety all week. Even when Taehyung had offered it to her on a silver platter, she’d refused like a total idiot and was now facing the consequences. From the corner of her eyes, she watched Taehyung through the slightly open door of her room. She could see him laying on the couch, his long legs spread out before him invitingly, his tongue sticking out and jaw flexing as he concentrated on playing the game.

As her eyes slid down, she focused on his hands, his long fingers working the joystick easily, the veins on his arms straining against his skin. Oh, she knew very well what all she wanted him to work with those fingers. The thought made her close her eyes and bite her lip, and she mindlessly clenched her thighs together.

She considered walking up to him right then, but the thought of coming back to him after she’d sent him away so strongly seemed too embarrassing. If that were to happen, Taehyung would never let go of the incident and would tease her about it forever.

In a desperate attempt to calm herself, she turned back to her books, revising topics again and again but still feeling as though she was reading them for the first time ever.  Her eyes slid over to her water bottle as she recited the words she’d just read to herself again.

Tae’s thicker than that. She thought looking over the bottle and imagining a different view in front of her.

“What are you doing, you idiot?” she whispered, realising that her hands were now around the bottle, and she was fisting it with a well known need. Sighing she stood up, knowing she had no choice.

She slipped out of her room, trying not to close the door too hard. Walking straight to her boyfriend, she stood in front of the TV, blocking his view while facing him.

Taehyung looked up at her in confusion, and frowned when the sound of his avatar dying echoed behind her. But as soon as Y/N slid to her knees before him, his lips twisted into a smirk. In a second he threw the joystick in his hand to the side and leaned back into the couch making himself comfortable and pushing his legs closer towards her.

When Y/N bit her lip and stared at him hungrily, he raised an eyebrow.

You just gonna sit there or do something? I’m waiting.

It was so easy to understand everything about him after they’d been together for so long and she didn’t want to disappoint him now. Quickly, her hands unbuttoned his skin tight jeans and unzipped them, while Taehyung simply snuggled deeper into the couch as though waiting for a show about to go down.

Well, something was going down alright. That thing being Y/N.

She struggled to pull off the jeans, huffing every time her strength wasn’t enough, and Taehyung made no effort to help her out. Normally, Taehyung would be praising her throughout, but at the moment her only reward was the delicious view of his thick thighs.

Without wasting a second, Y/N pulled his boxer briefs down to his knees, then to his ankles and her face narrowly missed getting hit by his cock. After more than a month of sexual frustration, her mouth drooled as she laid eyes on his thick, huge cock, veins straining against the length as it stood hard and proud. She was a fool, comparing a stupid water bottle to the masterpiece in front of her.

He was already hard, and Y/N thought he must have been for quite some time through the evening. She’d done that. And she must be the one to fix it.

“Go on darling, suck me off.” Taehyung murmured bringing his fingers to her chin for a moment, tilting her face up and then letting go.

“Yes, sir.” Y/N whispered before taking him into her mouth fully, too hasty and needy to tease him at that point. She flattened her tongue against the smooth skin of his cock, lathering it with her saliva and tasting the salty tang of his precum. As her mouth grew full, she took him as far as she could go, stopping before her gag reflex could hit her and then looking up at Taehyung.

“Fuck. You’re going to kill me with those eyes.” Taehyung grunted, biting his lip harshly and never taking his eyes off Y/N. The sight of her kneeling before him, her mouth full of his cock and her pretty eyes looking at him so innocently - it was too much. His hand raised above his head, gripping the top edge of the couch for support as his jaw slacked and eyes closed.

As he prepared to relax, his eyes snapped open when Y/N picked up speed suddenly and sucked him faster, bobbing her head up and down his length, using her hands to jerk him where she couldn’t take him into her mouth. His eyes threatened to close as hot pleasure shot through him, but he managed to keep them open and fixed them onto Y/N’s eyes. While she sucked him off, he could see the way her hands slid down her body, no doubt seeking for her own pleasure.

But Taehyung was having none of that.

“The only place your hands are allowed to be are on my cock. Understood babygirl?” He glared, and he was surprised that he managed to keep the tremble out of his voice.

Y/N let out something between a whine and a hum, making Taehyung’s eyes roll back into his head. Nevertheless, he felt her figure move and he knew she’d obeyed him.

Straining his eyes to open, he saw her holding her hands behind her back and sucking his cock like her life depended on it. He shifted his hand from his side to her hair, gripping the roots above her neck and momentarily pulling her off of his throbbing member.

“Use your words girl.” He growled, clutching onto her hair tighter and bringing her closer so the head of his cock touched her lips. Y/N let out a soft sigh at the pain, enjoying it more than she should.

“Yes, sir.” she gulped, and immediately Taehyung pushed her back onto him, using the grip on her hair to guide her downward till her nose brushed his skin. Y/N gagged and swallowed, and the sensation made Taehyung’s thighs clench in pleasure.

Y/N didn’t miss that, she kept swallowing and moaning, the soft vibrations of her mouth against his cock, making him climb higher and higher to the edge of his release. And when Taehyung felt her soft hands shift from behind her to massage his balls, his hips jerked and he knew he was close. With three long thrusts into her pretty mouth, Taehyung came with a loud grunt, shooting strings of white hot cum into Y/N’s mouth which she swallowed hungrily.

Taehyung laid there for a few minutes, taking deep breaths to normalise his thundering heart. He peeked open an eye to look at Y/N and groaned when he saw her sitting on her knees with her hands on her lap. So obedient.

He leaned forward and held her chin with his hands, tilting up her face and bringing it close to his. His cum glistened on her lips and the thin layer of sweat on her forehead made it look like her skin was glowing.

“That was a very nice apology, babygirl.” He cooed, pecking Y/N’s lips softly. With his thumb, he scooped up a drop of his cum that had dripped onto her chin and pushed it into her mouth, immediately feeling her tongue swirl around his finger.

“And that is forgiveness.” He muttered, cupping her neck and pressing his lips to hers, swiping his tongue against the soft flesh and tasting himself. For Taehyung, it had all been a plan to get attention, and he got more than he had asked for, but if Y/N couldn’t get her release then there was no point.

Y/N felt Taehyung’s hands slowly slide down her skin, coming to rest at her hips where he held her tight. As she deepened the kiss and pushed her tongue into his mouth, he pulled her up and placed her onto his thighs, his cock slipping against the thin material of her shorts.

Her mouth tipped open against his, and she pressed herself onto him, grinding up and down while Taehyung nipped at her skin. When Taehyung cupped her between her thighs she let out a strangled gasp. The sound had woken something primal in Taehyung and he growled against her skin, biting down on the skin above her breast.

It had been so long since they’d done anything together, so long since Y/N had touched herself, that she knew she wouldn’t be able to last long. Taehyung would get his hands on her clit and she’d fall apart and that’s exactly what she needed. More than she had imagined.

Stripping off their clothes was a hasty blur, their mouths never leaving each other’s skin, kissing, nipping, biting, licking and sucking. Taehyung’s hands slid down to Y/N’s now bare heat, groaning at how slick and wet Y/N was.

“You didn’t want to say no to me, did you babygirl? Look at how wet you are.” He murmured, pressing and circling his thumb on her clit making her whimper. She whimpered helplessly when he pushed one long finger into her making her cling to him for support. When his finger curled inside her, she felt a familiar knot of pleasure and she blushed, embarrassed that she was going to come as fast as the time she’d lost her virginity. Too damn fast. She hid her face in the crook of Taehyung’s shoulder, biting down on the tanned skin as his fingers pushed her towards the edge relentlessly.

As Taehyung continued finger fucking her, his mouth was occupied with her breasts, sucking them and littering the skin with deep purple marks.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum on my fingers. Fuck.” He rasped, his teeth pulling at her pebbled nipple and Y/N came all over his fingers, letting out a loud cry and clutching tighter onto his shoulders.

Y/N relaxed against Taehyung’s shoulders, sucking deep breaths to compensate for all the breath Taehyung had knocked out of her with his talented fingers. Taehyung kept his eyes on her heat, pulling his fingers out of her and dragging his tongue over them with a loud a moan.

“So sweet. I missed this.” Taehyung said softly, his eyes closing to savour her taste on his tongue, licking his fingers in a manner to leave no drop untasted.

Just when Y/N had opened her mouth to speak, she jolted in surprise when Taehyung’s cock slid into her, stretching her walls as he reached all the way till he bottomed out. His eyes slowly turned to her, hooded with lust and a glint in his eye that she knew all too well.

This is payback for surprising me earlier.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re squeezing me.” Taehyung groaned, and Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut. She couldn’t comprehend words at that moment, her tongue tied with being sensitive and the way Taehyung was rocking his hips into hers.

“You’re still on birth control right?” Taheyung asked through gritted teeth, struggling to pause his movements before his mind spiraled out of control.

“Yes, just please, Tae-” Y/N whined, unable to finish her sentence as Taehyung pulled out and thrust into her. Sitting flush on his lap, Y/N could feel the length of his cock reach into her deeper than ever. With the little energy she had, she raised her hips and pushed herself back onto him at the exact moment that Taehyung thrust upwards.

“Tae!” she moaned, biting her lip so hard she drew blood, a hand coming up to squeeze her breast as the other clutched onto Taehyung’s thigh to make sure she wouldn’t fall off. Taehyung didn’t give her a second to breathe, setting a rhythm, driving deeper and harder into her each time. She knew it was all the built up tension over a month of inactivity and she wasn’t complaining even when her body shook with over stimulation.

Y/N eventually leaned into him, letting him guide her the way he wanted and she loved it. Gripping the soft flesh of her ass he made her ride him, driving her up and down on his cock and getting high on the sounds of their skins slapping together and the way Y/N’s tits bounced right in front of his face.

Despite her usual vocal self, Y/N felt her voice disappear, every word she tried to form dispersing into mewls and whimpers.

Touch me there. She tried to tell him, a moan and a curse leaving her mouth instead, making her frustrated with the building tension. She moved her hand in search of Taehyung’s, sighing almost immediately when his fingers were on her on her clit, rubbing and pinching the bundle of nerves.

Y/N’s orgasm crashed through her with high pitched moan, shattering any coherent sense left in her and numbing her senses where the only thing she felt was the hot seed that Taehyung had shot inside her, his groans muffled by the heavy daze of her mind. It was too much to handle.

“We’re out of practise.” She managed to whisper finally, her voice hoarse and tired. Taehyung chuckled at that, watching Y/N’s chest heave with every breath and syncing it to his own breathing. His thumb rubbed soothing circles onto her skin and he pressed a chaste kiss on her bare shoulder.

“Let’s get you cleaned up baby.” Taehyung murmured, softly carding his hands through Y/N’s hair. All the exhaustion she had been feeling caught up to her, what with the tension of qualifying her exams, of meeting everyone’s expectations and the intense overwhelming pleasure she had just experienced.

Her lids dropped slowly, the only thing keeping her awake being the soft brush of cloth against her skin which she assumed was Taehyung cleaning her up. When her back hit the soft mattress and Taehyung’s warmth pressed against her skin, she could barely keep herself from crashing into sleep.

“Sleep Y/N.” Taehyung whispered against her hair, kissing her temple softly and pulling her to him. “Stop making me worry all the time. And don’t you worry either. You’ll do great. And you’ll make us all proud.” He finished, pressing more kisses against her hair and pulling her closer into his chest.

“I love you.”

With those words of reassurance, Y/N smiled just before she drifted off to sleep.

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[cordonian-literature]

wip wednesday :)

hi y’all so i wasn’t tagged (whoops broke the rules) and it’s still kinda early in the day but i wanted to make this post because i’ve been working on a few other fics and wanted to share :)

i’ve been finishing up Aftermath - the reason it’s taking me so long to post chapters is because i initially had a very sad ending planned. i weeped when i was rereading it because i’ve gotten emotionally attached to the characters (what a surprise) and am now rewriting a happier ending. i think there’s like... 3 chapters left (don’t quote me on that, i’m a mess and it could change, but its unlikely).

there’s also two other fic ideas that i had. the first one kinda throws canon out the window - but there are still some elements, like Bertrand and Savannah’s relationship (though it’s extremely altered), the assassination with Olivia’s parents, Godfrey & Barthelemy’s treason... it’s just changed, like Queen Eleanor’s story is different, Leo doesn’t abdicate, Liam and Drake never really became best friends, and MC (Klara/Claire Brooks) leads a double life, keeping both men (and families) away from each other

the second one throws TRH 3 in the trash (even though it already is kinda trash, haha). this would take place during the last chapter of TRH 2 and throw the whole vote stuff out the window - because the farther we go with that, the less it makes sense. basically, Auvernal kidnaps the heir, Barthelemy is involved in it, and Liam and MC (i’m keeping her as Riley Brooks for this one) along with the gang do everything they can to get her back (obviously why wouldn’t they). i thought it would be interesting putting a part of it in the heir’s point of view, since those were kinda funny in some of the recent chapters. nothing too dark or serious (i mean yeah the heir getting kidnapped is serious, but you know what i mean. besides that, there are no major trigger warnings)

both these fics will most likely flop, but i had fun with these ideas and wanted to share

so here we go

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The Aftermath - Chapter 32

When Bastien enters, his eyes widen as they rest on Boris. He gives Olivia a look.

“Drake,” she tells him, hoping that would be enough of an answer. Bastien frowns. Olivia didn’t know why Drake had done this either. The fool hadn’t given her any information as to what this man had done. Where was she even supposed to start?

Now she was really wishing she had called Jacob to give her a background check.

“So,” she begins, pacing in front of Boris. Bastien was at full attention, closely watching both of them. “What happened between you and Drake?”

Boris spits blood to the opposite side of the room. It drips down the wall. “Call the bastard in here. Tell him to explain.” His accent is thick and his voice is tried.

I probably should, she thinks to herself.

Bastien gives Olivia another look. She nods at him.

“Let us shift the conversation,” Bastien begins. “Can I ask how long you’ve known Lady Riley or her late husband?”

“How is that important?” Boris questions.

“Just curious.” Bastien’s voice remains level.

Boris sighs, then leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. “Potter. I met him in college. He introduced me to Riley-”

“I’m sorry,” Bastien interrupts him. “Who is ‘Potter’?”

“The lovely Theodore Blaise.” Boris lets out a rueful chuckle. “You have not seen him in person? The idiot looks like Harry Potter. Stupid glasses, stupid hair.”

“Alright,” Bastien stops him again. “Continue. When did he introduce you to Riley?”

“New York. That one year. I was visiting before I had to go to... Switzerland? Sweden? One of the two. It was lifetime ago. Can’t remember everything.” He pauses to look around the room. “She was... with your King. We saw her in the park. Theo wanted to see her. We waited for the king to leave her before he went up to her hotel.”

Olivia knew that he was talking about the last night Riley had been with the court. But Boris was drawing out the conversation. She didn’t like how slow Bastien was approaching this. Olivia wanted to draw a knife — she had a new one she was itching to use — and force the answers out of him.

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Until the End - Prologue

A/N: also i made a thing for this series. it’s not a moodboard. idk what its called. like a banner or whatever? i felt creative and made it. i’ll probably end up making a moodboard too. there are three parts of the series, each part has seven/eight chapters. anyway this looks kinda wack i might not even use it

As we near the stairs, Olivia Nevrakis chases after Maxwell Beaumont, who tumbles down the steps.

“Why are you running?!” Olivia cries after the boy, a long object in her hand.

“Because you have a stick!” he cries after almost tripping over his short, chubby legs.

“What am I gonna do, hit you with it?”

“YES?!” Maxwell screams, a confused and fearful tone in his voice.

As the two reach the bottom of the stairs, Liam emerges from another corridor, laughing after his friends. His hair is a whorl on his head, and his cheeks are flushed pink.

“Hello, Mother!” he says. My son hugs my waist, then reaches to hug his father, but Constantine has already walked on.

I take the boy’s hand and we follow after the King. Near the entrance of the palace stands a man in guard’s uniform, a woman in a denim dress, and two small children.

“Eleanor, Liam,” Constantine begins. “I would like for you two to be introduced to a new member of our security team. Jackson Walker, his wife Bianca, and their children, Drake and Savannah.”

“A pleasure, Your Majesties,” Jackson says as he and his wife bow respectfully. The little girl blinks up at me while Drake looks between Liam and I.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Liam!” My son holds out his hand to Drake.

Constantine audibly coughs. Liam’s hand falls to his side, and his smile falls as well. I knew that the differences in status would not allow Liam to interact with the boy so improperly, but they are just children. I didn’t think there was a reason for such excessive formality.

Bianca slightly nudges her son. In a monotone voice, Drake greets, “Nice to meet you, Prince Liam.”

Liam’s expression lifts. I send a smile in Bianca’s direction, and she hesitantly returns it. Jackson holds eye contact with me a moment longer, a wide grin stretching his face.

Constantine grabs our attention again. “Jackson, you will be primarily working on my wife’s security team. Now if you’ll excuse us, we are expected at dinner. My head of security, Bastien, will lead you through the rest of your orientation. After dinner, you’ll be able to speak to my wife and receive any orders she has for you.”

“Yes, Sire,” Jackson bows his head again, and Constantine leads us away.

Godfrey and his family, along with the Beaumonts, Olivia, and Leo are already seated. They all stand quickly as Constantine comes into the room, giving polite bows.  

The moment we sit, there’s a flurry of activity as the servants set our plates in front of us. Adelaide sips on her wine absently. Annabelle fusses over Maxwell, who has cookie crumbs on his fingers and face. Madeleine attempts to get Leo’s attention, but he laughs with Bertrand, the boys giving each other impish smiles. Olivia converses with Liam, taking on a gentle demeanor compared to how she behaved with Maxwell.

“Hostilities between Monterisso and Auvernal are increasing by the day,” I hear Godfrey mention to Constantine.

“The whole of Europe expects them to break out in war,” Barthelemy adds.

“Monterissian and Auvernese citizens anticipate some sort of peace treaty,” Godfrey continues. The men speak as if they are one unit, with one mind. “But other nations have already begun taking sides.”

“The King of Hidar is siding with Monterisso.” Barthelemy motions for a servant to bring him more wine. “But there are rumors that he is only doing so after receiving threats.”

“Most nations are waiting for Cordonia and Monaco for their decisions for who to ally with.”

When Barthelemy and Godfrey finish filling Constantine’s ears, they return to the food on their plates, staring down as if nothing else in the world concerned them. Constantine chews slowly, visibly considering their words.

“Monterisso has always kept a neutral face when it comes to Cordonian issues,” the King mentions. “They have never asked or hinted towards alliance. They are not many nations who ally with them at all.”

“So you must admit,” Barthelemy finishes chewing, “that allying with them instead of Auvernal makes a bad impression—”

“—and reduces the chance of alliances with other nations,” Godfrey finishes with him.

“How so?” I speak up. The three men turn their heads to look at me. No one else at the table pays attention to the conversation, but as their eyes burn in my direction — aggressive looks from the Dukes, while my husband raises an eyebrow at me — I want to take back my words.

But I do no such thing. After more than seven years of marriage, I had become accustomed to Godfrey and Barthelmey shutting down the advice I gave to my husband. This instance is no different.

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The Lion and the Heir - short series - Prologue

A/N: just as a heads up, i laughed while writing this. like i wrote this just for a good laugh and wanted to share. my friend sent me a writing prompt about a kid’s wild imagination and she thought it was funny and sent it to me (i sent her this same passage and we both laughed our heads off reading parts of it) so what i’m trying to say is that thinking this is terrible and cringe-worthy is understandable - i cringed at this myself and am very scared to post this lol, and might not even continue it. yes i made a moodboard thing. yes i laughed while making it. goodbye.

"Is everything well, Mommy?" I ask. Instead of answering me, again she attempts to silence me! I repeat my question, but this time the man tells me to silent myself.

Did they not know who they were speaking to? Perhaps I was interrupting something. Was there a lesson to be learned somewhere in this? I wish that Daddy were present at this meeting. Though most of his explanations were gibberish, he would at least attempt to make me understand.

The man walks towards me. He reaches his hands out to carry me, but I do not know this man! And he was quite stinky! I do not like him. I smack his hands away, and he takes a step back.

"With all due respect," I try to explain to him, "please introduce yourself before any forward actions. They are most unwelcoming. Your Princess does not appreciate this behavior."

He turns to my suspicious mother and says something in gibberish. I frown, for the language barrier does not mean that my subjects may disobey my wishes in such a manner!

Suspicious Mommy takes off the shield that was over her eyes. I find that it is NOT Mommy! Though they look similar, their differences are too contrasting. This woman's eyes were a tad sharper. She was too aware of me, and did not seem comfortable in my presence.

"Shhh sh shhh," she goes again, trying to pick me up, but I allow my short legs to fall from under me. My behind hits the mattress, and I feel my friend, General Lion, against my hand.

"Is everything well, Your Highness?" my trusty General says to me. "Is there anything I can do to be of service?"

"Dismiss this woman from my presence!" I command him.

"But... but that is Mommy!" he cries.

This woman was good in her disguise. She had fooled my trusted advisor!

"Believe me, General, it is not!" I tell him. "She has fooled us!"

"And she is trying to take you away?" he observes.

"Yes!" I am suddenly aware of what is happening. The woman begins to reach for me. "Quick!" I say, panic swelling in my chest. I had to do something about this, but all my heart is telling me to do is cry! I have to take more serious measures than that! "What am I to do?"

"Uh... uh..." General Lion looks around the crib, before he reaches out to me. "Take a hold of my paw!"

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[flowerpowell]

Unexpected (Drake x MC)

PART ONE

A/N: This is an AU where Liam is engaged to Madeleine and Riley was never a suitor. Drake meets her in a bar but from the beginning they don’t like each other and don’t want to see each other again. Fate had different plans, though. It’s been a while since I wrote anything for Drake so I would appreciate your feedback! Characters belong to Pixelberry! Also, I’m not 100% happy with the title but I couldnt come up with anything else. The moodboard will be changing at some point too because I’m not happy with it either lol.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: discussions of infertility, laguage

Word count: 2392

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“I’m sorry Drake, I’m afraid I won’t make it, Madeleine wants to meet to discuss something ‘important’ before the wedding. Can we reschedule?”

Drake sighed as he read over the message from his best friend. Liam had always been busy but ever since he got engaged to Madeleine, they barely even saw each other. Resigned, he opened the door to his favorite and the only American bar in Cordonia, and walked in. He sat down in his usual place and waited for one of the waiters to get his order.

“Hi! What can I get you?” He turned left to see a young and rather too enthusiastic waitress smiling at him. Huh, that’s new. I haven’t seen her here yet.

“The usual, please.”

“And umm, what’s the usual for you? I’m sorry, this is my first day and I don’t know--”

“Yeah, I can tell. Whiskey, neat.” He interrupted her and turned his back to her. He was aware how rude he was acting but the whole thing with Liam made him mad and he wasn’t in a mood for talking to people.

“Sure,” she answered, her tone noticeably less cheerful. She walked away quickly and approached the barman.

“Hard first day, Riley?” He asked taking her notes from her.

“Was going well before this grump appeared,” she motioned Drake who glaced at her and saw her pointing him. He quickly turned away again.

“Ahh, Drake Walker. He has his moods but be nice to him, he’s our regular.”

“Oh great, I’m gonna see him every day, how nice,” she rolled her eyes and the barman laughed.

“His whiskey,” he handed her the glass. She took it, nodding in return.

“There you go! Anything else I can get for you?” Riley put the glass on the table and plastered a smile.

“No,” Drake answered taking his drink. She stood there waiting and he looked up.

“What?”

“Saying thank you doesn’t really cost much,” she answered and raised an eyebrow.

“Leaving me alone doesn’t cost much either.”

“Being nice doesn’t cost anything too, you know.”

“Not being annoying is kinda cheap too.”

“You’re cheap! What is even your problem?” She asked rasing her voice.

“My problem? You have a problem! I can’t even drink my whiskey in peace without a waitress bugging me.”

“Oohh, I’m sorry, your highness, I’m out of your hair if I’m bugging you that much,” she bowed mockingly and walked away as Drake’s eyes went wide. If she only knew...

“Drake, can you please stop by the palace? I need to tell you something and it’s important.”

Drake looked at the message and sighed. He quickly downed the glass and left money on the table. Without saying anything he walked out of the bar.

“How is he a regular? I would’ve kicked him out for being a jerk.” Riley asked when she brought the empty glass back.

“He’s not that bad. I’ve heard many things are happening in his life now but what exactly no one knows. He’s too reserved to share anything.”

“I can bet nothing exciting is really happening, he’s just trying to pretend he has a life.”

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“Liam! I’m here!” Drake opened the door to Liam’s office and met with Liam’s serious expression. He looked tired and... upset?

“Did something happen?” Drake asked but before Liam could reply Maxwell came in as well.

“The bros are all here! What’s happening?”

“Maxwell! Stop calling us bros. I am not your bro.” Drake hissed.

“Ahem,” Liam cleared his throat and both men looked at him. “I asked you both to come to tell you something.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I... I can’t have kids. I found out about it today.”

“What? How... How do you know that?”

“Madeleine asked me to check if I could have kids since we would have to produce an heir. The results came today and turns out I can’t have kids,” Liam explained and looked down, not meeting his friends’ eyes.

“I’m so sorry, man,” Drake ran his hand through his hair. “There are other options, you know.”

“Yeah! You can appoint someone or... you know... other stuff,” Maxwell cut in.

“Cordonia needs an heir to ensure our stability. I’ve been pressured to marry someone so I chose Madeleine but now everyone is pressuring me to produce an heir. I can’t tell them I can’t have kids. I can’t fail them,” Liam’s voice broke slightly.

“Screw them. Honestly, they are just a bunch of--”

“Drake! I am their King and I have my responsibilities. Giving them an heir is one of them.”

“So what are you going to do?” Maxwell asked.

“I thought about it. I’m gonna ask Betrand if I can appoint Bartie as the heir to the crown. If Betrand and Savannah agree, of course.”

“Bartie? My nephew? Bartie?” Drake asked, his eyes widening. “That’s--”

“Fantastic!!! I’m going to be a King’s uncle!!! How amazing is that? Betrand will love the idea!” Maxwell cheered as Liam smiled at him weakly.

“Yes. Now excuse me, I need to inform Betrand and Savannah about my decision and hope for the best,” Liam stood up as a sign for the men to leave. Maxwell patted him on the shoulder before heading out but Drake stood still.

“Drake?”

“Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, that’s a big decision to make, are you sure--”

“I’m not sure of anything, Drake. I know I need to get married, produce an heir and rule. That’s all I know,” Liam rubbed his temples suddenly ashamed of his outburst. “I’m sorry Drake, it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”

“S’okay. Get some rest and I’m here if you need me,” Drake said before leaving Liam alone in the office.

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“Hello?” Drake answered the phone as he opened the door to his cabin.

“Drake! Hey! I have a huge favor to ask. Could you look after Bartie for a few hours? Liam asked us to come to discuss something and I don’t want to drag Bartie with us.”

“Sure, Sav. When are you going to drop him off?”

“Ten minutes? We’re on our way,” there was a silence on the other side as Savannah waited for the answer.

“Sure,” he just said as he looked around his little house, mentally taking note of everything he had to clean before his sister got there.

“Thank you, Drake, you’re the best!” Savannah hung up before she could hear Drake murmuring something in respose. For a day without any social interaction that Drake planned for himself, he had an awful lot of socializing.

Before his sister and her husband came, Drake managed to tidy the kitchen and the living room. He was just about to clean his bedroom when the bell rang.

“Aww, shit, they’re not going to get in here anyway,” he said to himself and went to open the door.

“Here’s Bartie and his stuff, it shouldn’t take us long but I don’t know what Liam wants from us,” Savannah explained handing him his nephew.

“His Majesty,” Betrand corrected and Drake rolled his eyes.

“Right. Once again, thank you so much for your help!” Savannah quickly kissed Bartie goodbye and got back into the car.

“I guess it means there’s only you and me buddy,” Drake whispered to Bartie who started crying in response. It’s going to be a long evening...

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“Riley! Come here for a second!”

“Coming!” Riley quickly left cleaning the tables and ran to the manager’s office.

“One of your customers left his wallet. You need to return it,” he said taking a wallet from the table and handing it to her.

“Return it? But that’s not my fault someone left the wallet! He should’ve been more careful!”

“Normally yes, but this man has been coming here for years and he rather feels like a friend of ours. I’ll give you the address and you’ll take it back to him. I’ll pay you extra.”

“But...”

“No buts! I would’ve done it myself but I’m too busy ordering new plates and glasses since you broke so many today,” the manager narrowed his eyes and she quickly nodded.

“Got it! Just give me the address and I’ll return it!”

~~~~

“Where’s uncle Drake? Here he is!”

“Weeeeeeeeee!”

Drake sighed as he sat down on the floor. He loved that kid but had absolutely no idea how to take care of him. Maybe Bartie simply didn’t like him.

His thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on his door.

“Thank God,” he took Bartie in his arms and opened the door hoping to see his sister. However, the person standing there was definitely not his sister and his eyes widened as he recognized the person.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Riley rolled her eyes as she saw Drake.

“Seriously? You even came to my house to offend me?!”

“Weeeeeee!” Bartie started crying again and Riley noticed the kid in Drake’s arms.

“I... No, I’m here to--”

“Can you please come in? Bartie is getting cold,” Drake stepped back so Riley could come inside. He closed the door and looked at Riley expectantly.

“So? May I ask you what the hell are you doing here, in my house at this hour?”

“Like I wanted to!” she answered back trying her best not to punch him. “You left your stupid wallet and my stup-- ahem, my boss asked me to bring it all the way here because apparently everyone likes you there. But just so you know, everyone except for me.”

“Wasn’t counting on it,” he said as he reached for the wallet.

“Weeeeeeee!”

“Shhh, Bartie, don’t worry. That scary lady is leaving.”

“I’m scary? The kid’s crying because his own father can’t even hold him right!”

“First of all, I know what I’m doing and secondly, I am not his father.”

“Ugh, look, you’re squeezing his belly,” Riley tried to take Bartie from Drake’s arms but he took a step back.

“You always know better, huh? We don’t even know each other’s names yet you’re already giving me parenting advice.”

“Because it hurts him! Here, let me,” she carefully took Bartie and he instantly stopped crying. She swayed a little to calm him down and it seemed to work as the kid smiled at her. Just as she was about to look triumphantly at Drake, the lights went out and Bartie started crying again.

“Great. Now use your amazing parenting skills again when I go and try to fix it,” Drake said before going outside.

“Sure. Of course. Go ahead,” she yelled after him, “because that’s still a part of my job as a waitress!”

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Shhh, Bartie, shh! Look, there’s my phone, let’s switch on the flashlight! Ohh, so much better, right?” She whispered to Bartie as he calmed down.

“Let’s go see where are your toys, okay?”

Riley started opening different doors to find anything that could catch Bartie’s attention but nothing in the kitchen or the bathroom seemed to fit her criterion. She opened the door to the room that was almost hidden and gasped at the sight. What must have been Drake’s bedroom was a mess, full of his dirty clothes, empty glasses and other things she wasn’t able to identify.

“Ugh, no wonder your uncle is alone. Who would want to live like that?” She asked Bartie and he giggled. She was just about to close the door when the lights went on again.

“What a relief, right darlin--”

“Who are you?!”

Riley turned around to see a woman and a man standing in the hollway. The man quickly walked up to her and took Bartie from her arms.

“Who are you? And why are you taking Bartie?”

“Bartie is our son. We left him for Drake to babysit him while we were out. And you’re...?” The woman asked her.

“I’m Riley and I was here because Drake forgot his wallet from--”

“Ohhh!! You’re Drake’s girlfriend! I get it! He never tells me anything!” The woman smiled as she shook Riley’s hand.

“No, no, wait. Hold up, I’m not--”

“That changes everything! I’m so pleased to know Drake finally has someone. My name is Bertrand Beaumont, Duke of House Ramsford and this is my wife Savannah.”

“It’s so nice to meet you! Drake’s always very secretive and you seem very nice! And Bartie likes you!”

“Nice meeting you too but seriously, Drake and I are not dating!”

“Ah, I see you’re just as reserved as he is! Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us,” Savannah winked at her and Riley wanted to throw up. Her and Drake? Never, ever, ever, ever, eww.

“Well, you’re here now so I’m going to head out. It was a pleasure to meet you all, have a great night!” Riley said and practically ran out of the door.

“She seems nice,” Savannah told Betrand when there were only two of them.

“Indeed, my dear. She must be special if he decided to introduce her to Bartie.”

“Hey, I fixed the-- Oh.” Drake walked in noticing his sister and her husband. “Hey, you’re back.”

“We are! And we’ve just met your secret girlfriend, Riley!” Savannah clapped her hands and Drake’s eyes widened.

“My what?!” Riley, that’s a pretty name, huh.

“It’s okay, brother, we won’t tell anyone. She just left and I think we must have scared her away so I’m sorry you won’t be able to spend a nice, romantic night together.”

Him and Riley? Never, ever, ever, ever, ever.

“No, Sav, it’s not like that, we don’t--”

“Drake, I get it! You can tell me all about her when you’re ready! But for now we have news!” She beamed as took her husband’s hand.

“Indeed, we do. Our son Bartie is officially the heir to the Cordonian throne!”

[the-mad-starker]

Starker Fic: High School Sweethearts AU

For @lostpuppy666, based on this post about inexperienced Tony. (Sorry I took so long 😭)

This turned into a WHOLE FIC. With crushes and getting together... And I made a moodboard because procrastination....

I mean, I hope you guys enjoy? But I'm wondering why I can never write straight up smut at the point lol possibly more at a later point cause I really wanted to write Tony being shameless and dirty talking. Also wanted to write about Tony giving his first BJ 😩

Length: 3.3k

Notes: crushes, tutor!Peter, flirty but inexperienced Tony,  high school au, frottage

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Peter slipped out of Mr. Banner's office and barely staved off the desire to knock his head against the wall.

Tony Stark.

Local celebrity. The richest kid in school. Shameless flirt.

And he was Peter's newest student in the tutoring program.

Peter really really didn't want to tutor Stark but more than that, he didn't want to disappoint Mr. Banner. He had a free period which he should've been using to study, but he also knew that Tony should've been in class.

Instead, Peter knew the other boy was skipping and after getting a tip from some students, he knew just where to find him.

He tried to hold onto his exasperation, tried to remain annoyed with the other teen. They've barely said any words since they were in two different circles. And yet when he spotted Tony Stark, he couldn't help but stop dead in his tracks.

God. This was why Peter really didn't want to tutor Tony Stark. It wasn't because Stark was a crazy flirt or that he didn't take anything seriously.

It was because somehow Peter had a crush on the other teen and it was bigger than the entire state of New York.

Peter didn't even know why he liked Tony he just… did. He always felt flustered with Stark in the same room, always stammered more than usual in the same classes. It was embarrassing and mortifying and he'd already gotten one or two suspicious looks from Ned about it.

Maybe it was Tony's cocky attitude or just how adorable he looked with that infuriating smirk. Either way, Peter's mind and body were traitors for finding Stark so attractive.

Even now, as Peter stood at the back of the bleachers, he couldn't help staring. The other boy was sprawled on his back, head cushioned by his varsity jacket. His backpack was propping up his feet where he had his ankles crossed. And because the science gods were merciless, there was a sliver of tanned skin on display where his tee shirt had ridden up.

He just looked so relaxed and comfortable somehow, snoozing beneath the bleachers when he should've been in class. It was envious almost.

“Pictures last longer,” Tony said without even opening an eye. “They also don't block out the sun.”

“You're skipping,” Peter said bluntly before sidestepping out of the sun's way.

With the sound of his voice, the other teen finally opened an eye. His stupid kissable lips stretched into a wide smile.

“Parker,” he greeted like they were old friends. “I wasn't expecting you.”

In a single fluid motion, Tony pushed himself into a sitting position. He looked up at Peter with a lazy smile.

“Have a seat,” he said, patting the ground beside him.

Peter eyed the spot but declined with a shake of his head. “I'm good, actually. I just came to find you since you weren't in your normal class.”

From his pocket, he withdrew the letter Mr. Banner wrote about their new arrangements. Tony stared at it for a moment before taking it. His eyes darted over the words, brows narrowing as he found out the news.

“I don't need a tutor,” Tony scoffed when he finished.

“Apparently, you do,” Peter argued.

“I really don't,” Tony fired back just to be asinine.

“You– Oh God, I'm not arguing with you,” Peter shook his head. “Talk about it with Mr. Banner if you really don't want me to tutor you.”

“Wait– You're the tutor?” Tony sounded pleasantly surprised and Peter looked away, feeling his face flush a bit. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing, the way Tony had said it.

“Well, yeah,” Peter answered, “Why else would I hunt you down?”

“Thought maybe you were just the delivery boy,” Tony said absentmindedly.

When Peter glanced at him, the other teen had a curious look in his eye. It made Peter flush even more which was infuriating since he wasn't even sure why he was blushing.

“I’m sure Mr. Banner will at least hear you out,” Peter said, “Or maybe if you stop skipping his class…”

“I'll do it,” Tony said simply.

“Do… it?”

“The tutoring thing,” he said with a grin. The way he looked at Peter… Was he being flirty? There was a sudden influx of butterflies in Peter's stomach and the boy shifted from foot to foot, uncertain.

“Oh... That's great,” Peter decided to say. He was relieved that he didn't have to keep arguing with Tony but now he felt off balance. “Okay… Cool.”

Needless to say, he did the next best thing on his mind for this situation and… ran.

Maybe it wasn't the best thing but the way Tony was looking at him, all pleased like he actually didn't mind spending time with Peter… That couldn't have been real. That had to have been Peter's Massive Crush seeing something there that wasn't actually there.

Except… Maybe it wasn't...

Peter got himself together. He had no choice because their tutoring sessions were twice a week in the school library.

As he expected, Tony was a shameless flirt. But for some reason, seeing and experiencing it made handling his crush easier.

Because if Tony was a shameless flirt to any and everyone, that meant that he wasn't personally antagonizing Peter for having a crush on him. Maybe the other boy didn't even know, though Peter was learning that Stark was a lot more observant and smarter than anyone gave him credit for.

He still skipped classes, but during their sessions, Tony looked at the theories and problems for their assignments and never seemed to struggle understanding them. It was only after they got into a pretty deep conversation about thermodynamics that Peter realized– Anthony Stark might actually be a genius.

Or a really convincing fake.

Either way, Peter found that their sessions grew less structured. It… almost felt like hanging out with Ned, just joking around and talking. Having fun. Except Peter didn't have a huge crush on Ned and he often found himself mesmerized by Tony's… everything.

His face. His eyes. His lips. God, his lips… The other teen was such a talker but Peter found himself invested no matter the subject. Tony could be reciting his next grocery shopping list, and Peter would listen like it held the secrets of the universe.

Maybe Peter wasn't all too put together when it came to Tony Stark. He convinced himself that it was fine. A harmless crush. It hurt that nothing would come out of it but he and Tony were becoming really good friends.

Maybe that was enough.

Of course, one thing Peter learned about Tony was that the other boy was unpredictable. It was fun to watch him talk circles around people. He just didn't think that Tony would use it against him.

It was a regular Tuesday. Library again but they were goofing off instead of studying. Tony was in a rather passionate rant about– something. Peter, guiltily, wasn't paying attention cause he was mesmerized by the way Tony's hands were passionately gesticulating.

“–energy costs would be reduced by half. But no,” Tony complained with a huff, “People want to argue about– Hey. Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah,” Peter perked up in response. He felt heat crawl up his neck, a telltale sign that he knew Tony noticed.

The other boy's eyes narrowed and then he leaned forward, locking gazes with Peter. Peter's eyes widened but he didn't leap back, just felt those infuriating butterflies dancing around in his stomach.

Tony nodded, satisfied at what he saw.

“You should let me kiss you,” Tony said suddenly.

“What?” Peter almost exclaimed, only then rearing back.

He glanced around the library, just as an excuse to avoid looking Tony in the eye. Of course, besides the teacher at the front, they were alone.

“Why would I do that,” Peter muttered, blushing fiercely. Was it time to leave already? He closed the textbook that neither of them was using, intent on running once more.

But then, Tony placed his hand on top of Peter's, stopping the teen from escaping. Peter stared at their hands then slowly looked up. His heart was pounding in his chest but there was a rare expression on Tony's face. In the past few weeks, he's never seen Tony look so genuinely serious.

“Well,” Tony said, “If you said yes, my chances of you accepting a date with me would be… great. But if you said no, then I guess I really am dumb and was reading the signs wrong…”

Then a small, soft smile tugged at his lips and Tony looked down. Peter followed his gaze, fingers twitching beneath Tony's hand.

“Considering you haven't pulled away…” Tony mused, “Maybe I just surprised you a bit…?”

Peter licked his dry lips. “You… You want to go on a date with me…?”

The question seemed to take Tony off guard.

“I thought I was pretty obvious?” He sounded hesitant, brown eyes flickering with uncertainty. “I've been flirting with you for the past few weeks?”

“You flirt with everyone,” Peter objected, staring. “How was I supposed to…”

Tony's smile changed, from soft to slightly abashed. “Well… Not everyone since… I've been spending all my time with you…”

That… was actually true, Peter realized. Beyond their library sessions, Tony had been popping up around Peter a lot more often. It was always with one excuse or another so it never occurred to Peter that Tony was actively seeking him out.

“Oh,” Peter said, a bit faint. “Maybe… then…”

“Can I?” Tony asked, smiling brightly once more.

When did Tony's face get so close? His brown eyes were so bright and sincere… He had flecks of gold in them… Or maybe it was just the sunlight making them look so brilliant.

“Yeah…” Peter replied breathlessly. “Go for it…”

Even with permission, Tony didn't dive right into it. Slowly, carefully, he leaned closer and closer and with every second, Peter's heart raced with anticipation.

It was soft… Tony's lips felt soft and sweet pressed against his. Gentle and careful as though he'd fly back if Peter showed any objections.

There was none. Peter leaned forward, lifting a hand to hesitatingly cup Tony's face. Their noses bumped together, awkward and a bit embarrassing. Tony pulled back a bit, lips curled into a wry smile with Peter staring at him, pink cheeked.

“Again?” He asked.

“Please…” Peter murmured.

Another turned into two then three and many more until they got kicked out of the library for PDA.

Both boys were still beaming, faces flushed. In the hallway, Peter shyly took Tony's hand. His confidence skyrocketed when Tony squeezed and didn't let go.

Peter should've felt bad.

He was supposed to be tutoring Tony but Peter couldn't resist those pretty brown eyes of his. A week later and several chaste kisses, he still couldn't believe what had happened. But things escalated fast… How could they not? Tony was the boy of Peter's dreams and with how the other boy reacted to him, Tony felt the same.

Their sweet kisses quickly heated up.

Tony was shameless but Peter was still a bit more reserved, at least around other people. Pete quickly suggested that they move tutoring to his place.

His face was fire engine red when he said it, but Tony didn't tease him too badly for it.

Of course… Perhaps, it was a terrible idea…

The most they did in terms of studying was bringing the books out. Maybe cracking it open in some attempt to focus but they were two teenage boys with their crushes just recently reciprocated.

May was often working until the evenings so with the two of them alone… They wouldn't even make it past half an hour before someone did something. And as much as Peter wanted to blame Tony for always being so touchy feely, he couldn't deny that he was just as bad.

How could Peter deny himself when his boyfriend was right there? Soft lips smirking at him, brown eyes sly and filled with warmth… The kind of warmth that heated Peter up from the inside out.

Most times, it started off slow and careful. Hands touching, mouths pressing gently. Once the mood was set though, they'd press up against each other, clothed chest against clothed chest.

It just felt so good to touch… To let his hands wander over Tony's body, hands slipping over his wrists, his arms… Palms curving around his jaw and mouths gasping open...

The first time Tony pressed him down against his own bed, Peter's heartbeat skyrocketed. They fell down together and Peter remembered staring at Tony's wide eyes and so feeling embarrassingly hard.

The first panicked thought, oh God, he's gonna feel it… I can't help it... He's gonna know…

How embarrassing that Peter was already so hard but this was normal, wasn't it? A discrete glance down Tony's body showed him in the same predicament and suddenly it no longer mattered that Peter had an erection. He wanted to feel Tony against him, wanted to feel the proof that he was desirable and that he, Peter, had provoked such a reaction.

Dark strands of hair fell into Tony's eyes and he froze, looking down at Peter with that hungry gaze.

“Is this… is this okay?” Tony asked breathlessly.

Peter knew at that moment that if he had said no, the other boy would scramble away. It'd be an embarrassing moment, but Peter felt such warmth and happiness that Tony was being careful with him.

Not that he needed it. At least, not then. He tugged the other boy down and Tony followed, his body pressing Peter's down.

More kisses, sweet and passionate. It was clumsy and wet but at least their teeth didn't click together, not like the first couple of times they got caught up. They were better at kissing now, tilting their faces so their lips would slant together.

The first time Peter slipped his tongue into Tony's mouth, the other boy jerked in his arms, surprised by the feeling. Tony eagerly reciprocated, moans muffled against Peter's mouth.

Tony's leg pressed between his own and Peter gasped, pressing his erection against a strong thigh. His eyes squeezed shut, losing himself in the sensation.

They ended up on their sides. It was easier that way and Peter liked it better. He was able to wrap an arm around Tony's neck and pull the other boy close. Any form of embarrassment was out the window. All that was left was the heat of Tony's mouth and the hard line of his erection pressed against Peter's own aching cock.

They hadn't even been able to strip off their clothes. Maybe a part of Peter was still hesitant to do so but it was more likely that impatience had taken over.

Everything just felt good and neither boy was willing to stop it for even a moment. There would be plenty of other times, but for now, this was what they wanted.

Just rutting against each other, their hips moving a little too fast, a little too roughly. They were both eager for it and couldn't spare a thought besides how good it felt.

When Tony pulled away, Peter whined and chased after him. His lips landed on the other boy's jaw and to Peter, that was good enough. He kissed down the line of his jaw, lips closing in on Tony's unmarked skin. He actually felt the moan Tony let out in response, a helpless groan reverberating through his throat.

“Peter– Fuck,” Tony gasped when he felt Peter's tongue lick at his heated skin. His hips jerked eagerly against Peter's and his hands grew tight on the boy's arms.

“God, I'm gonna–” An embarrassed moan, a bit high pitched. A sign that Tony was losing it. “We should stop…”

“Stop?” Peter groaned, pulling away just a bit, “You don't wanna keep going…?”

“Of course I want to…” Tony said, panting breathlessly. “But if we keep going .. You're gonna make me come and that's gonna be so… fucking embarrassing.”

Hearing Tony admit it was both arousing and embarrassing too. Peter loved that he was making the boy lose control and in that moment… He didn't really care too much.

His hand slipped beneath Tony's shirt and he felt warm skin beneath his fingertips. Just that feeling… Tony's bare flesh against his palm… It further incited the teen.

“You can borrow something of mine…” Peter suggested without hesitation. “I don't wanna stop… It feels good… Doesn't it feel good for you… too…?”

He didn't want to stop…

Tony groaned at the friction. Peter's cock was pressed against his own and he couldn't deny that this was the sexiest thing that's happened to him ever. The thought of coming in his pants, just from rubbing up against the other boy was too much…

“So good…” Tony murmured. Then he reached between their bodies, pressing his palm against Peter's clothed cock.

“Oh…!” Peter groaned, head jerking down to watch. Just one touch and he felt like he was going to blow… But he used every bit of strength to hold on.

He wasn't disappointed. Tony fumbled with his belt, but with a bit of fighting, he was able to undo Peter's pants. He quickly switched to his own and Peter took over, unzipping and slipping his hand inside his boxers.

He hissed when he touched it… His cheeks burned but Tony was hastily drawing his own cock out.

Peter got a glimpse of it, his first look at another boy's erection besides his own. It was flushed pink, the tip of It wet with precum. He could barely take his eyes off it, Peter just wanted to reach out and touch it…

“Yours…” Tony gasped, voice needy with arousal. He reached out and finished what he started, reaching into Peter's pants and pulling him out. Peter groaned at the first touch, hips jerking forward.

Both boys hissed when their erections pressed together. Peter gripped Tony's wrist, helpless to do anything else besides ride out the sensations.

Tony had them grasped in his warm palm. They were both leaking, the precum dripping from their slits to coat their hard lengths.

“Better…” Peter said reverently.

“So much better,” Tony groaned into his ear. His hand jerked them off but it was sloppy and messy. Their hips moved without care, just chasing after their own pleasure.

They were pressed so close together that there was barely any room. But the friction was there. Whether it was against each other of Tony's hand moving over them, it was more than enough.

Neither lasted very long once they got into a decent rhythm. Tony groaned when he couldn't hold out any longer. Peter had his face pressed against the other boy's neck and he felt it the moment Tony came.

It was such an intimate moment, realizing that Tony was coming. The other boy's body froze and at that moment, Peter felt the other boy's cock twitch against his. Then he felt the warmth of Tony's cum as it spilled over the boy's fingers.

“Tony…” Peter gasped. The sight of his cum spurting out between their bodies… All that thick cum spilling into him, wetting own erection…

Peter came with a harsh groan, barely able to keep his eyes open. Once Tony recovered, he helped Peter finish, jerking him off and letting the boy make an even bigger mess.

“That's it, baby…” Tony murmured, breath hot against his ear. “Yeah, that's it… Cum, Peter… Cum on me… Feels so… good…”

Peter whined as Tony milked the last drops from his sensitive cock.

A glance at the clock showed that it had only been ten minutes since they started. They were a mess with so much cum between their bodies and on their clothes. And yet, from the quirk of Tony's lips, Peter knew that the other boy didn't regret it.

Tony kissed him again in the aftermath and Peter knew then that this was just the beginning.

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Chapter 3 / 10 - Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son 

Words:  3,387

Warnings: Stuff!, you can kinda see what to expect from the moodboard lol, SMUT!, emotions i think?, probably typos.

I was going for something, not sure how well it translated from my head but hope ya’ll enjoy! 

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Masquerading as a man with a reason

My charade is the event of the season

And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion

Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean

I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son

For there'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

Billy had no idea if she'd still be there, but he didn't know where else to go, didn't have where else to go. In hindsight, it hadn't been his initial choice. He tried the quarry first but it was buzzing with horny teens basking in the late afternoon sun. He even went to stumble into the forest hoping for some alone and quiet, but he almost bumped into the chief of police, a trail a yellow flags in his wake. Billy didn't know if he had the energy to explain his bloody face nor to find out what was the cop doing. So he just hopped back into his car and drove aimlessly for a while, warm blood seeping from above his right eye. Passing by Motel 6 had been nothing more than pure coincidence. Sandy had been a good fuck, a great one even, but she was not his friend and definitely not his savior.

Despite his little rant, as soon as he saw the sign he turned the steering wheel and entered the parking lot almost mechanically. He passed the rooms on the ground floor, 01 to 10, in a daze. Would she still be there? Would she even open the door if she was? He went up the metal stairs and counted the doors, 11, 12 and finally 13, the world slightly spinning, or maybe it was just his pounding head wound. She was still a stranger despite their little midnight encounter a few days prior, she owed him nothing. If she was behind that door, she would send him away. He was not her problem, not her responsibility. Not a charity case.

The door flung open before he beat down this pride enough to knock.

"Well shit. Come on in." It was all she said as she stepped aside and he didn't question her sanity for letting him follow. Even in his state, blinking briskly to keep the blood out of his eye, it was hard not to notice she was only wearing an almost sheer bathrobe, her lean legs in full view.

She guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, gathering the notes and pages scattered on the mattress with some urgency before coming back with a first aid kit and began checking on his bleeding temple. Her cool fingers were already doing wonders for his headache. He relaxed into her touch, hands moving his head to find better angles with a steadiness and dexterity that only came from experience. His eyes never left her, the question of what was her story resurfacing like an undertone in the storm of thoughts that was raging in his mind.

"It's not that bad, head cuts just tend to bleed a lot." It was strange, the way all his wounds seemed to hurt less when she was the one treating them, her hands not particularly light as she whipped the blood away. And stranger still that she seemed to be able to find all the sore spots that weren't even visible, pressing her fingers to his side to see if his ribs were cracked. She even poked at his knee, an old surfing accident that didn't usually bother him, but a weak spot that his father sometimes exploited, knowingly or not. "Nothing's broken, but you should really watch yourself for a while. Stay off that leg as much as possible."

"Doesn't hurt much..." It was more of an afterthought. He knew the pain of broken bones well and that was not it. But she gave him a half smile, her eyes averting from his fast. His hands balled into fists at his side, anger running hot beneath his skin. He hated it, the pity, the walking on eggshells around him like he was one step away from breaking. He loathed himself even more because it was very close to the truth. But Sandy didn't seem to notice his fury, or chose to ignore it completely, picking up his left hand instead. Her brows furrowed as she examined the fast forming bruises on his knuckles, his fingers loosening at the unexpected touch.

"You should take a shower first. Then I'll bandage this up." He opened his mouth, but she was faster. "No complains, Billy! Get in that shower."

"You just want me naked." She faked an overly dramatic gasp, hand brought to her gaping mouth and wide doe-like eyes, but she was already moving backwards towards the door Billy assumed was the bathroom.

"Even if you discovered my wicked plan to get in your pants, you're not getting out of this, mister." There was a deafening silence left behind her as she disappeared from view and it rubbed Billy wrong. He shouldn't have come! Why did he? His usual routine would have been to seek an abandoned place where he could lick his wounds in solitude. So what brought him to this stranger's room? Sure, a part of him had been certain that he would only find an empty space, no traced left behind the mystery Florida girl named Sandy. But she had been still in town, still at the cheap motel, so what was he still doing there, sitting on her bed, waiting for her to dress his wounds for him? The damage was not even that bad this time around, the pain having mostly subsided already. He was left… numb, an endless black void inside of him screaming to be filled with something, anything, else.

Billy got up from the bed faster than he intended to, stumbling on the short distance to the bathroom. She was slightly bent over to reach the faucets, adjusting the water temperature. "Fucking finally. Get it."

Sandy sauntered towards the spot just past the doorway where he seemed to have caught roots. His eyes were dark, face set in all hard lines and jaw clenching. Paired with all the bruises and overall scuffed up appearance, he looked dangerous, the bad boy mothers warned their daughters about, the hungry wolf stalking the pen. The corners of her lips curled in a playful smirk, hands already tugging at his shirt. She pulled it over his head, her powers alerting her of the strain in his shoulders so she turned his dial lower. It was a risk, too much and he would start noticing something was off. Billy had other things on his mind though. One swift pull on the cord that held together the thin robe covering her and it was pooling at her feet, only a pair of lacy panties underneath. The snarl that came out of his sinful mouth was all kinds of cruel, his shoulders straightening as he inched even closer into her personal space.

"Were you already expecting company, doll?" She batted her eyelashes, eyes all big and feigning innocence.

"I was hoping you'd come around-" It seemed to be the correct answer, his mouth on hers barely letting her finish the last word. He pushed her backwards towards the shower and she made fast work of his jeans and boxers. In turn, he ripped the fragile lace than hung on her left hip letting the panties slide down her other leg just as they reached the shower.

The water was steaming, leaving their skin red and raw. Sandy turned their pain down another notch, breaking the kiss to wipe the blood from her nose, but masking it by quickly starting to nip and kiss down his throat. He let his head fall backwards as she went lower and lower, nails digging in his sides. A small groan escaped his lips and she thought he was enjoying it, but was surprised when he pulled her up and pushed her against the tiles rather forcefully, both her wrists caught in a vice like grip above her head.

On any other given day Billy would have more than welcomed her to wrap those lips around his cock, but he was desperate for something else. He lifted one of her legs, a jolt passing through his wrecked arm, but he ignored it, the pain already fading under the boiling water. He was inside her in one swift motion, her back a perfect arch and head pushed back against the hard wall. They settled in a frenzied rhythm, bodies slamming into one another with a ferocity that could almost be mistaken for passion. She moaned loudly and his eyes were drawn to her face, eyes half closed and lips parted. And blood flowing from her nose, still evident even under the heavy stream. She must have caught on his worried expression, his pace slowing down.

"Shit! Don't you dare stop now, Billy!" She rolled her hips with force and he followed suit, his thrusts becoming long and deep rather than fast. He let go of her wrists and wiped the blood off, her arms snaking around his neck instantly. She kissed him as soon as his thumb brushed away from her face, biting his lower lip and sucking on his tongue, teeth clashing as they rushed towards their releases. His now freed hand found her waist and pulled her even closer, fingers imprinting five dotted bruises on her skin. He wrapped her leg around, freeing his hand to tease her clit and she let out something between a moan and a scream as they both came, seconds apart. She rolled her head forward, resting it gently against his. The gesture was far from new yet somehow still foreign and he took a sharp inhale, the steam filling the minuscule motel bathroom making it particularly difficult. He checked her face for any signs of distress, but her eyes were closed and there was no more blood.

"You okay?"

"Better than." She lifted her eyes to meet his, but started coughing almost immediately. "But we should really get out of here before our skin melts off or we suffocate."

She untangled herself from him and turned off the water, the absence of both her body and the hot pour making him shiver despite the temperature still high in the small fogged up space. He followed her into the room, his eyes settling on her back. In better lighting he could finally see the long gashes marring her skin and they looked like anything but accidents. His hand shot up to trace one, but a baggy shirt was covering her before he could. She picked up the first aid again and sat on the edge of the bed, one leg underneath her. The burn-mark on her leg ran all the way from her the middle of her upper thigh to her waist line where he'd felt it.

"Sit." She patted the spot besides her, the tone of her voice sparking a little defiance in him. No one told him what to do! But he sat down nevertheless, towel wrapped around his waist. She was only helping him after all. She'd done nothing but help, taking his mind off of his father, off the aches in his beaten up body. He stared at her concentrated expression as she applied some cream on his shoulder, delicate fingers massaging it into his skin. When she moved to bandage his hand, he snapped at her a little, eyes averting from her when he thought she hadn't deserved it.

"Are you not even going to ask?!"

"Are you going to be honest if I do?"

"I don't know. Probably not."

"Well, that is refreshingly sincere." She continued her little ministrations unaffected by the exchange, while Billy was having a small breakdown on the inside, thoughts forming in his head only halfway through before another idea took their place, all mixed with images of his mother donning identical bandages and bruises to his own. Sandy's voice silenced the madness, cutting through it like a beam of light in the dead of night. "It's not hard to guess though. You already established your father is an ass, I just didn't realize how much of one."

Sandy let her hand fall on his chest and trail all the way down to where she knew the ribs were injured. She read his cuts and bruises like braille, each ache on his body mapped in her head and telling a story. Her powers allowed her to see the big picture better, distinguish between what was new and old. Her voice came out a little shaky as her eyes finally shot back to find his blues. "It happens often, too."

"It was my fault."

"I sincerely hope you don't mean that." When he gave no response, she caught his face between both her hands, thumbs pushing away some of the wet strands of hair. "There is nothing you could have done to deserve this from your dad. Any of it." He would have looked almost cute, a lost little puppy, if his eyes weren't so tired and sad. She could see in them that he didn't believe a single word she had uttered.

Billy stared back at the young woman, a range of emotions washing through him. It started with a seeping anger: who did this girl think she was? She knew nothing about him. It went on to a polar opposite calm curiosity: what had she been through? She looked like she'd seen some shit. It did a back-flip to annoyance: she was acting all high and mighty, but she was running away from her problems just as much as he was, she admitted it that night at the quarry.

Finally, Billy decided he wasn't up to reliving the 'fight' with his father, the memory still just a few hours old. There was no need for her to know how he disrespected Susan, reminding her that she'd never compare to his mom, and the unfortunate matter of Neil hearing him say it. In truth, he had no quarrel with Susan. She was the one who convinced his father to eventually let him buy the Camaro and not just take his hard earned money, arguing it would be useful to have another car. He just- he couldn't think clearly when she was trying so hard to replace her. There was also nothing heroic or dignifying about his torn knuckles, the wall he'd punched repeatedly in frustration the clear winner of the altercation.

Sandy's hands finally slipped away from his cheeks, accepting that he was not going to open up, and rested on her lap. He found his eyes drawn again to that little scar in the corner of her upper lip.

"What about you? Done anything to deserve that?" He gestured to his own lip, resisting the instinct to feel it with thumb. He was expecting some kind of sob story, but her face lit up with laughter.

"Never run around with scissors, that shit is real." He lifted an eyebrow, her words making close to no sense. Had she injured herself? Was she that big of a klutz? She just shrugged in turn. "What can I say, I was a bit of a mess a few years back. A walking danger zone." He wanted to ask more about that particular time of her life, but she shook her head dismissively before he ever got the chance. So he moved on to the next scar.

"And that?" He traced his fingers this time along a long gash peeking out of her short sleeve. It wasn't too obvious, barely a faint line a few shades lighter than her skin.

"Hmmm, got it in a bar fight."

"Bar fight?"

"Yeah. Believe it or not, some men are offended by my personality." There was an implied 'unlike you' at the end of her sentence, her eyes burning into his. Or so he liked to believe. "You should have seen the other guy though." The corners of his lips curled into a proud smirk. He could almost picture her, spunky and wild, breaking a bottle over some douchebag's head, taking no shit from anybody. He reached for her thigh, brushing his fingertips from the normal, soft skin to the rougher, scorched patch. It was almost three of his hands spawns wide, red and angry. He couldn't even begin to imagine how it would feel, the flesh sizzling and shriveling up.

"Must have hurt like a bitch." She shrugged again and he couldn't quite make it if it was bravado or she genuinely was over it.

"I don't really remember. Feels like it was a lifetime ago." She touched the mark herself, her eyes following his to it but not really looking. Her fingers brushed against his and he caught her hand without thinking. Which brought him in an odd stance, caught between wanting to pull her in and realizing he should push her away. The latter won by a landslide.

"I should go." It was getting late and there was no more reason to stay, she had served her purpose. He'd already spent more time with the chick than he usually did after a round of sex and he didn't want her to get any ideas. He went straight to the bathroom to gather his clothes, still damp from the steam and water they splashed around. It mattered little, the need to bolt out the door rising by the second.

Sandy didn't know what she'd done to offend him so, but it was not like she had been expecting him to stay over. From her experience with people in general, limited as it was, she thought she had a pretty clear picture of Billy's type. It was, in retrospect, not so different from her own. They both had walls put up, thick and high and mighty impenetrable. She was proud to be getting better at opening up and accepting her past as a lesson learned, but she had the advantage of breaking free of her torment. Billy stilled seemed to live it on a daily basis.

She was rummaging through some leftover pizza boxes when he came out of the bathroom looking confident and stone cold, ever the charming devil, but he wasn't fooling her. He went straight to the door to get his leather boots and Sandy took the opportunity to feel his sore points again, making sure she could keep the pain levels lower for him even from a distance. It was going to be a bit of a struggle to keep that up long term, but it was something she could at least try. When he nodded at her and opened the door, she crossed her arms.

"Billy!" He turned towards her, one foot already out the door, eyes wild with an emotion she couldn't quite place. She worded her next sentence carefully, not wanting to sound neither needy nor indifferent. "My offer still stands, you know? Come over anytime."

"Already miss me, doll?"

"You read me like an open book. Can I hide nothing from you?" She couldn't resist rolling her eyes. He was such a duffus. A drop dead gorgeous one, completed with the emotional fucked up baggage. He chuckled at her deadpan expression, the sound pure and honest. She'd succeed in not scaring him off. Probably.

"See you around, Sandy."

"See ya, Billy."

She watched him go from the doorway, followed him while he crossed the parking lot and started his car, her eyes narrowing when he drove off into the setting sun. He was still on the back of her mind when she was arranging the files on the lab and ever present in her thoughts as she brushed her teeth before bed. She was convinced she had Billy all figured out, but he was not the problem. She wasn't sure what her next move was with the whole Upside Down situation, or where to start looking for El and the other MKUltra kids. She didn't even know for how long she'd be in Hawkins. Only one thing was beginning to be certain though, the idea forming and cementing itself deep into her brain.

She had to pay Neil a visit before she skipped town.

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Mutual appreciation post

So a lot of people did one so here I am hoes

@jungkooksbuttons Hafsa there is no word to describe how much you mean to me, for real I could write a novel about how I feel about you but I’m sure you already know that with all the paragraphs I sent you mon cœur lol: did you know you’re the only person in my life that I wrote paragraphs for? That’s how much you mean to me. I don’t know you’re just amazing and you inspire me to try harder because I know that even if times get harder for both of us we got each back’s and i don’t plan on giving up now that i found you my other half: you’re so damn amazing like I can’t put it into words but you’re funny, pretty, thoughtful and I feel so comfortable with you?? It’s like we can do and say everything to each other without judgment and that’s something I never done before with anyone else but you, i also love how we’re both crackheads and we can talk for hours about nothing but still have fun somehow. Seriously you became such an important part of my life, I actually didn’t expect that when I first joined the gc but now I realized that was the best decision I made this year because I got to meet you. I have so much to say but I’m going to stop now because it’s not a Hafsa appreciation post djjdj seriously babe I love everything about you: your qualities and your flaws and nothing will ever change that

@bloomingjiminie I have so much to say about you didi oml i don’t even know where to start, you were the first person that talked to me in the gc and we got along so well?? I was chocked because I usually get hated easily lol but no with you, it was so easy it’s like you have a power to make people feel comfortable talking to you and that’s amazing, you’re amazing. Honestly I was a bit sad when we stopped talking for a while but then we did our gc and BAAM you became one of my closest friends and soulmate. I’m so glad I honestly made this gc because it brought me closer to you and the others. You’re an incredible writer and I have the best ideas with you and joking around with you is so easy because you have a great sense of humor so I’m not scared to say the dumbest things to you because I know you’ll end up saying dumb stuff too. You also know when to stop joking around and being caring to me when I feel upset and that means a lot. I love you chicken to my frog legs even if you clown me but it’s fair because I clown you too lmaoo

@chen-stans-are-the-best KERI you living legend and my partner in crimes, you’re so damn cool like everything about you is wow, you’re so sweet and loving but at the same time we know we can count on you if we’re in trouble to defend us. You laugh and put up with my dumbass like no one else and that means a whole lot because I know that it doesn’t make everyone laugh like it does with you and I tend to be annoying. I know we tease you a lot about you driving for example but you never get mad and that’s nice to know I can joke around without making you upset. Also you’re a genius, the ideas you create and the evil plan we did once was hilarious and wonderful to do with you. You’re a cutie (even if you say you’re not) and I love talking to you my soul sister because I know you’re here to listen if necessary. Even if I’m bad at expressing how I feel, I want you to know that I won’t leave this gc even if I get banned somehow because you guys became my family and you’re dear to me Keri, I love you (I wanted to make it dark purple cause it’s your favorite color but I don’t know if it’s dark enough lol)

@little-bunny-jungkookie Rae the queen of moodboards and my close friend, honestly you’re so friendly and creative and kind to me, I’m honored?? You’re an angel and I’m not joking even if you may disagree and I’m so happy you consider me as your friend. I know I can talk to you about serious situations without hesitation and go to you anytime to ask you for some advices and I’m forever grateful for that. You might have joined recently but it’s like we’ve been friends for a long time and I can talk to you in vc or send you random pics without thinking about it twice because you have such a comforting and peaceful presence for me, I know I can trust you. You may have flaws but know that it doesn’t make you less of a good person because your qualities have more impact on others than your flaws and your feelings are valid no matter what anyone say. You’re a great person and friend to me and I love you very much Rae and sorry I pronounced your name wrong at first djdj

@seokjinownsmyass My bro Mina, you’re so talented with what you write and we have so many moments together like the time we were teasing Simon and Dee about their “platonic” relationship was iconic or the whole thread we did with the « 🌚🌝 ». I love listening to you rant because that’s so cute (Raena is thriving) and it makes me feel closer to you, I’m happy you’re my bro and I know I joke around a lot and tease you but you’re really an important friend to me and I miss you a lot when we don’t talk. I care about you Mina and I’ll fight you if you doubt yourself because I love you so does Rae and others and you and your memes are the best so don’t ever think for a second that we’ll stop loving you bro because that won’t happen, I’m stubborn af after all. I hope you’ll join the vc soon tho I want to hear you voice Mina jkjk you don’t have to if you don’t want to

@killcomet Starlight, you’re so precious I literally can’t, you always tag me in cute things and I just melt because that’s how adorable you are and I appreciate it because it feels like you’re thinking about me even if we’re not talking that much lately so it makes me feel better and your voice is beautiful, I could listen to it for hours. You may say you’re annoying but that’s not the case hon: your flaws, your insecurities, your doubts, everything about you matters to me and don’t ever hesitate to text me because you might believe you’re annoying, personally it makes me happy to know I can be here for you and I’m always here if you want to talk Drew. I may not be physically present but I still will do my best to help you in any way. I love you and talking to you until 5 am was goal (Simon was here but he kept leaving so technically it was just the two of us dhdh)

@lofisapphic Bee omg you’re so fun to talk to you because we do so many icon things together first it started with the Simon protection club then the crush squad and finally the pickup lines war, I can’t I’m actually screaming everytime you send a pickup line to me jdjdjd im still surprised honestly we haven’t been banned but I’m not complaining. Also you’re so pretty like stop sis that’s not fair and you’re great because even if we have different opinions sometimes, we still respect each other and you’re very mature and respectful on a lot of subjects and that’s impressive, i stan. Anyway I love you and your gay panicking ass

@puppieseokie fay sis you’re iconic seriously, l miss you ranting about your girlfriend on the gc and I was kind of sad when you and bee left but it’s understandable. Your mind is a gift from the god seriously: you love hoseok and bts, you ship shrek and Yoongi and you’re a gay legend. I respect you ma’am and if you have cute moments with your gf, don’t hesitate to talk to me about it~

@simonbunnyjunior SIMON my French talking little bro, you’re the kinkiest person I met in a while but that’s goal honestly. You’re kind af and you do your best to help and make everyone feel better. You’re shameless but at the same time you’re still respectful so i live for that. ALSO the nickname you gave me is so fucking cute, I’m screaming. I admire you for not giving up even tho things are hard for you sometimes and I hope you know you can talk to me anytime if you feel like things are getting too difficult for you to handle. Love you

@bangtansoftboys Robin it’s been a while since the last time you were in the gc, I hope you’re okay and I hope you know that we’re joking when we’re teasing you because we’re crackheads anyway love you cute king~

@sundaetae Dee I own you a lot honestly because without you I wouldn’t have joined this gc so thank you so much and you were the first person I directly ever talked to so I think it’s cause of you I was able to not be shy anymore and I’m grateful for that Dee love u sis

@diamondjoonie Andrea hello~ i know we interacted like once but you sound like a great person to hang out with because the only time we talked we did memes and I wasn’t feeling awkward talking to you so if you ever feel like chatting again, don’t hesitate to message me

@busted-aesthetic MEL you’re so cool seriously, I know we just started talking recently but you’re so funny and you have like an aura that says don’t fuck with me cause I’ll hunt you down djjd talking to you until 6 am with mon cœur was hilarious especially when you guys started teaching me how to pronounce things correctly, iconic. Anyway I hope things get better and love you queen

@kingdomzeldaquest LOTTe my murderer and non-existent friend, I love our inside jokes that we had because now we can confuse others for no reason and that’s goal. You’re funny af and talking to you is nice because you’re an intellectual and your taste in music is great. Love you and don’t get arrested lmaoo

@spraklecrackle Thomas heyyyy i remember talking to you once? When we created the « Simon protection club » and you were super nice and you join the club so you’re a legend. We should talk sometimes and I saw you’re French too so hell yes French squad

@alien-the-magician Yasemin you’re so djdjjd literally you join the gc once in a year but everytime you’re here it’s hilarious for example the Dracula is your ancestor thing and when you were drunk lmaooo I love you and your drunk ass

@justramblingaboutthings HEYYY Raquel how are you? It’s been a while since I saw you, I miss screaming about Dia’s talent with you. Take care of yourself and hope you’re okay

[little-kitty-kanny]

answer all of them

Here weeeeeeeeee gooooooo, I’m going to use a read more because this is gonna be hella long

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?

I wanna say like Sunday? I think that’s when I last worked. Sometimes I’ll sing under my breath at work.

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

If my meds are going to keep working for me. 

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

I’m still alive.

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

My youngest sister is curled up fast asleep next to me.

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

I’d probably be a lot warmer to people. I’d spend a lot more time with people that I care about.

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

Not really to be honest.

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

Well, she’s got pretty curly hair, and the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. She’s likes to draw and she’s very good at it. She got me more involved in art and drawing. She started the playing the trumpet and has been in love with it ever since. She marches and looks like a boss ass bitch doing it. Music is her passion, but loves learning about how we as humans think and express emotion. She’s lovable and the bestest friend a person could ever ask for. Even though our interests differ a little more now than they did when we first met, she’s been by my side through eleven years of nonsense, heartbreak, and absolute fuckery.

She’s my best friend in the whole wide world and I love her to bits.

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

My childhood was decent enough.

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

Huh....this had to be sometime last week. I didn’t cry this time talking with my counselor.

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

Neil Degrasse Tyson so he could tell me all about the cosmos and the different stars.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

I dunno....like it’d depend on the situation. I’ve had conversations with strangers, but never very deep ones, unless they’ve come forward to talk to me about a really personal situation. 

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

Either you or Beth, I can’t remember.

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

I’d tell my mom that I love her and to tell her to tell the others I love them too.

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

Well I like them, but that might be because I have them myself. :P

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

“Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls our lives.” I’ve had my fair share of hurt and setbacks, but now I’m working to make myself better and working to move past it. I’m acknowledging that things have happened to me that can never be undone, but that doesn’t mean other people’s selfishness or my own mistakes have to control who I am right now.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

Whelp, Look at This Absolute Fuckery.

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

Pay my student loans...all my student loans because I’m still only in my undergrad and I’ll at least need a Masters or PhD.

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

No, I’m not always forgiving. I’ve tried to be better about it, but there are still situations in which I find it hard to forgive.

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.

Whelp kiddo, lemme teach you some things. Anyone who says they’d kill themselves without you is not your friend. YOU are NOT responsible for the happiness of the whole damn world. You need to take care of yourself and stop worrying so much about other people.You’ll have to break some hearts, but baby, it’s gonna be for the best. You’re gonna have people who don’t like you, but FUCK them. You’re not doing anything wrong, people can be cruel when you tell them things they don’t like.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

Ugh...I’d like to say punk, but probably more like pastel. I do like soft colors and that kind of aesthetic.

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

I like them. I’m actually thinking about getting a tattoo soon, but I’m still deciding on an artist. I won’t ever get my ears pierced again though. I learned the hard way I can only wear surgical steel earrings....*shudders* never again.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

Meh, I wouldn’t say a lot of makeup. I usually only wear it to events, on holidays, and occasionally for work, but I definitely wear it more than I used to.

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

Metallica was my childhood, so I guess I’ll go with them. My dad’s loved them since they started making music and we’d always listen to it together. We don’t do it so much now that we’re both adults with responsibilities, but sometimes we still have time to listen to it together.

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

JUST BE FUCKING NICE TO EACH OTHER,POWERFUL BEINGS ABOVE.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

Carnival of Madness....I wanna say it was 2012- This was the first concert I went to. It was my sixteenth birthday present. My dad took me and I’d never felt so amazed and excited. One of the newer bands actually signed some CDs and sold them, so I go to meet one of the members of a band called New Medicine. I also got to watch Amy Lee perform, and she was my singing idol as a child.It was pretty amazing, even if I was anxious because of the large crowd and tight groups of people. 

Carnival of Madness 2016 was about one of the only GOOD things to happen that year. That was my sister’s first concert. It was AMAZING. All the bands were wonderful. Hats off to Whiskey Meyer because I’ve never seen anyone rock out to a cowbell, but man, they did. Halestorm was amazing as always....AND SHINEDOWN WAS FUCKING FANTASTIC. They were amazing and omg I fell in love with the music all over again is was great.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

.....you know I don’t really know. 

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

I have a desk, and I finally cleaned it.

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

Lol, don’t really have one.

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

The reason I didn’t want to drive is because at that time I was so suicidal all I could do is imagine driving the car into a wall or something else that would end me quick.

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

I wanna dye my hair purple again, I’ve just been too lazy to do it.

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

I dunno...I’d definitely take my best friend, but lately I’ve had some....issues with friends....so I’m not sure who’s my friend right now and who is.

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

Nah, this one’s gonna get dark.

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

I was Wednesday Addams for Halloween last year. I spray painted my hair black and wore it in braids. Everyone at the costume party knew immediately who I was just by looking at me. :)

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

I’ve never been drunk or high so nothing I suppose.

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

Murder

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

As painful as this is- one song. Because you can mute a song....but you can’t replace people.

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

Oooooooh boy.....yeah I’ve thought I was, but I don’t think I really was. Or maybe I was with one person.

I just realized I felt completely comfortable with this person. When this person was upset, I wanted nothing more than to fix whatever was going on. I was just happy being friends with that person....and I wanted them to be very happy, even if it wasn’t with me. It was fucking agony and pain and it made my heart hurt....but hey...isn’t love supposed to make you feel something?

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

One word- cowlicks

So no short hair for this girl. 

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

Eh,  it varies. I usually get some sort of frappachino. My mom knows me pretty well, so she’ll occasionally get me some when she gets hers.

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

That would still be my family.