#it's what i would say lighter than my normal stuff

[not-poignant]

Tradewinds Launch - A Fae Tales Novel - Jan 31st

FULL NOVEL RELEASE on JANUARY 31st - EXCLUSIVE to REAM & PATREON ONLY

In the dangerous, ethereal realm of the fae, alliances between the Seelie and Unseelie fae merchants are few. Some say impossible. Matan, a Seelie fae and peacock pheasant shifter with a talent for trade, must keep his Seelie alignment a secret as he embarks on a perilous journey to gather wealth and save a loved one from a terrible curse. He joins an Unseelie merchant caravan of fae who would surely eat him if they learned of his alignment. The enigmatic Udir, a paranoid Unseelie master of poisons and bearded vulture shifter, discovers Matan’s secret and threatens to blackmail him in exchange for vile favours. But Udir’s bravado and bluster hides a painful past and Matan isn’t as innocent or as naïve as he seems. Amid bustling markets, savvy clients, and travelling to new lands Matan has never seen before, Tradewinds is a story of love, found family, trust, betrayal, and the healing that can grow in the shadows of the vibrant, perilous southern fae lands.

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[heeliopheelia]

"there's nothing i'd change about you. i love every single part of you" (niki x reader)

genre: fluff, comfort fic word count: 0.6k requested by @im-yn-suckers ♡

a/n: i felt like writing something lighter tonight so here we go with kinda reversed comfort fic!! i'm working on the next hee drabble as i'm posting this one, so if everything goes well i'll finish the 1k event this week!!

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A frown makes it way on your face as you check the clock and realize it's been fifteen minutes since your boyfriend's finished his shower. He's been in a foul mood ever since he's come back home, visibly exhausted and irked by every smallest thing on his way. He spat some harsh words at you too, but the instant regret flashing in his eyes each time let you know that he didn't mean them at all.

So you did your best to give him the much needed space, knowing that nothing helps him clear his head more than some time alone, but after such a long time of absolute silence coming from across the hall, you can't help but feel slightly worried.

You call out to him softly and when you get nothing in response, you make your way into the bathroom where Riki is. You tilt the door open and take a peak inside the steamy room, only to feel your heart dropping at the sight of your boyfriend slouching in front of the mirror, hands braced on each side of the sink as his head is hanging lowly, eyelids squeezed shut.

Your eyes soften immediately at the miserable sight and without a shadow of hesitation, you walk towards him.

"You okay, babe?" You put on your most comforting tone as you wrap your arms around his torso from behind. "You've been beating yourself up for a while now, hm? Tell me what's on your mind, handsome?"

"It's just–," he cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh, running his hand through his face. "I know I can be a lot sometimes. And I'm sorry that you have to deal with all of that so often. You must be tired of this shit by now."

You frown slightly, pulling your head away slightly to press a kiss to his shoulder blade.

"Hey, don't say stuff like that. It's okay, everyone lets their emotions unleash from time to time, it's normal. Would be hard for one to stay perfect all the time," you hum quietly, squeezing his waist a little tighter. "But there's nothing I'd change about you anyway. I love every single part of you. Especially the parts that you love about yourself the least."

Riki breathes out a heavy sigh and finally lets himself relax into you a little bit as the guard that he's kept so high up absolutely crumbles. You can see how exhausted he looks now, the usual playful glimmer abandoned his now nearly dull eyes couple days ago. You slip your hands underneath his shirt and run your warm hands over his abdomen in hopes of bringing him some source of comfort.

"I could never get tired of you," you let out a quiet whisper after another moment of silence, and rest your cheek on his back. "Just because you're not smiling and laughing all day long doesn't mean you're suddenly undeserving of my love, Riki. I love you just as much as I did last week – if not even more."

At that, your boyfriend finally pushes himself off the counter and turns around to draw you in closely into his arms. Leaning down, he buries his face in your hair and holds you tightly as his head buzzes with all the love he carries for you.

"Thank you," he murmurs, hand caressing your hair gently, "for always being here. You're my little angel, you know that, don't you?"

You hum quietly and raise to your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "And I'll always stay here. And you will start trying to let me in a little more, okay? It's you and me against the problem – not you against me. Promise me?"

Riki looks at your outstretched pinky finger for couple seconds before intertwining it with his and lifting it up to his lips to seal the pledge with a kiss.

"I promise."

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[httpskuzuu]

Smoke

Yandere!Chuuya x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes

tw: kidnapping, yandere, suicidal thoughts, nsfw thoughts¿ (Idk what to say to that, it's just a phrase really), smoking mentions (reader and chuuya), mentions of: broken bones and punishment

You were on the balcony, sitting on the floor while your legs slipped through the bars of the railing.

You take a puff on the cigarette held between your fingers. It wouldn't be the first time you thought about throwing yourself off, it would be a quick way to get away from Chuuya, but you really didn't want to die, you just wanted to escape the obsession that man had for you.

You tried to escape before, but Chuuya always managed to come after you. The first time he let you pass, the second time he broke your legs with the help of his skill, and the third time he hit you so hard that you ended up fainting. He was ignoring you until the pain was so unbearable that you had to beg for forgiveness.

Death was your only way out, and yet you refused to die. The idea that being with Chuuya wasn't so bad always helped you: he was respectful and, despite his bad temper, he never laid a hand on you except when you ran away. Besides, he bought every single thing you wanted, although it cost a bit to get him to buy you the clothes you liked, let's say that Chuuya didn't like the idea of you dressing like a vagabond, but he accepted it in the end.

If you simply forgot that you were kidnapped and that Chuuya has an unhealthy obsession with you, you could get used to living like this.

You took another puff on your cigarette. Your gaze fell on the people walking down the street, all with normal, free lives. You doubted any of them had a mobster obsessed with them.

Nights like these reminded you that you couldn't get used to living like this.

The faces of your friends and family would never leave your mind.

The reminder of the pain Chuuya gave you for just wanting to be free would always be there.

Another puff. The door behind you opens and abruptly pulls you out of your thoughts.

There's Chuuya, looking at you. You hadn't heard him enter the house.

"There you are, I couldn't find you anywhere." He approached you, you just gave him a smile and tried to make it look as real as possible. "What are you doing sitting on the floor?"

"It's comfortable." You said as you shrugged and looked back towards the street. You took another puff on your cigarette. "Will you sit with me?"

It was never that bad to share time with Chuuya, he was a nice man and, if you ignored all the bad stuff, you liked him, in a uniquely platonic way.

That was the main problem, that you could only see him in a platonic way and he could not. That's why you stayed away from him: it's awkward to remain friends with someone who has probably thought about fucking you more than once.

Chuuya sat down next to you and took out a pack of cigars. "And here I was wondering why my cigars were disappearing." He looked momentarily at the lit cigar in your hand and then took one out of the pack, put it to his lips and with a lighter lit it. "You could have asked me for it."

"That would be too boring, it was more exciting to be on a mission that you wouldn't find me out."

You looked sideways at him, as much as you only saw him as a friend, you couldn't deny how good he looked with a cigar on his lips. You asked yourself, without any shame, what it would be like to fuck him while he smoked... The idea wasn't bad at all.

You thought about the relationship escalating to friends with benefits wouldn't be bad, but if you did that he would think you loved him or something, and you honestly didn't want to go through the awkward conversation of "I know you love me, but I just want to fuck you, so…"

You don't know how much time you spent together on the balcony, smoking and in silence, but it was the most enjoyable time you could imagine.

[slashmagpie]

Shhhh.

It’s silliness, really, that makes Tango creep through the hollows in Decked Out’s walls to his mess of shulkers full of in-game items. He keeps his footsteps light, his breathing shallow, picturing himself a ghost as he slinks through the shadows and stone. It’s silly, but he can’t help but think that maybe, if he’s quiet enough, he might be able to—

Steal from the dungeon.

His fingers touch the shulker he needs, and the stone around him groans, deep and resonating through his bones. Tango grits his teeth, freezing. Busted. He’d known, really, but it’s still—

“It’s fine,” he says to the air, tail lashing, not quite opening the box just yet. “It’s a starter deck. If I was a normal player, I’d have had a Moment of Clarity in my deck from the get-go.”

Another grumble of discontent. Tango shivers. He can feel the disapproval crawling beneath his skin, and it takes all his willpower not to drop the shulker like a hot coal. 

“I know,” he says. “I thought I explained this! It’s an experiment, right? I’m seeing—seeing how dungeon knowledge makes up for a, uh, relative lack of skill.” The dungeon’s unhappiness remains where it is, but does not increase, and Tango lets out a shaking breath as he cracks open the lid of the shulker and peers inside just enough to spot and snag one of the cards he needs. He turns it between his fingers, glittering cardboard, the golden foil glittering in the torchlight. 

“I know I’m not a regular player,” Tango reassures the dungeon once again. “We talked about this, didn’t we? I’m not gonna submit Victory Tomes. And I’m starting behind everyone else. I won’t even run as much! I’m just—gonna try it. Think of it like the test runs again, yeah?” 

The discontent surges—then wanes, like a wave rushing back out to sea, and Tango feels like he can breathe again, the pressure on his lungs lessening. He hadn’t realised just how uncomfortable the weight had been until it was gone. Feeling ten tons lighter, Tango grins at the air.

“See? And, hey, if I run the dungeon, you’ll probably get to eat me loads more. You like that, don’t you?” A wry smirk. “I’m basically your favourite meal.”

The dungeon—doesn’t quite laugh, but the groan is quieter, softer, and tickles more than it prickles or aches. It’s not quite approval, and it’s not happy, but—it’s letting him. It’s letting him run, Moment of Clarity and all.

Tango tucks the additional card away inside his inventory and makes to leave the small, cramped storage room that isn’t a storage room and that Pearl would definitely murder him for. He hurries through his actual storage room and up to the water elevator. He should get his runs done before the dungeon changes its mind again. Honestly, sometimes Decked Out is more of a pain than the Ravagers are. 

…He is glad that it had fallen for his excuses, for the experiment and beta testing explanations, because he’s not sure the dungeon would appreciate his actual reasons for running quite as much. It’s quite particular about the place of its Dungeon Master, and what is and isn’t appropriate for Tango to do. It's why Tango spends hours and hours of his day watching people run the dungeon instead of working on all those repairs he’s got mounting on a list in the back of his mind. And why he has to give a mountain of excuses to play the game he’d helped make. Because really, in actuality—

Tango just wants to have a little fun.

Is that too much to ask?

He places a shard in the barrel and watches the doors open. He can feel the dungeon’s eyes on him already, and it’s weird to not be looking through them himself as he takes off his armour and stores his stuff in the chest. He takes a deep breath, tucks the stolen Moment of Clarity into his deck, and makes his way through the iron door.

Decked Out curls beneath his skin, curious and hungry, and as Tango places his deck into the slot, he feels the dungeon purr. 

[darkbluekies]

Dr Kry asks #4

Previous one

Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: mentions of ed, otherwise the normal Dr Kry stuff

I wonder how Dr Kry would feel if his darling developed romantic for him but was waiting to leave the hospital to officially ask him out. They'll say stuff like "I can't wait to leave this hospital bed so we can finally have a proper date together !",  "I would love to go see [movie name] in the theaters with you!" Or "I'd love to be with you but once I get better I promise! You deserve more than the semi-vegetable that I currently am." I guess he'd be a little conflicted, would he let his darling free from the hospital so they can have a somewhat normal romantic relationship or would he keep them here ?

He'd let his darling get well because he doesn't want anything else than the traditional house hold and only keeps them ill because they're not complient. But if they actually do like him and see a future together, then he can begin to live out his dream.

How would dr Kry react to a coworker reader who figures out he’s been telling people they’re dating and tries to leave him?

He'd be flustered. You weren't supposed to figure it out, you weren't supposed to know! He'd try to justify his actions while making you feel bad for leaving him.

"But Y/N, please, I'm doing it for you. If people think that we're together they'll not bother you. I've seen how people eye you in the corridor. It's disgusting. I'm just trying to help, so please don't leave. It hurts my feelings. I'm just trying to help ..."

He might say that you're pretending now, but he'll fake it til he makes it.

At this point I’ll let Dr kry talk for me,like yes please finish of my setences Cuase sometimes words are hard and it’s hard to speak so that sounds amazing

Careful, he will do it. As long as you're around other people, he'll finish your sentences, but he'd like for you to talk to him when you're alone. He loves to hear your voice so much.

I remember when you said that Dr Kry would worsen the toxic air purifier if we ignore him till it hurts too much, me personally I'm petty as hell, he'd have to see me DIE before I speak to him because thats what he gets, I'm petty to the death ✊

I- .... i don't know what to say.

My headcanon voice for Dr. Kry is Sammy Lawrence from Bendy and the Ink Machine.

Omg, you are so big brain. I would say his voice is a tad bit lighter in my head, but other that that, damn.

Does dr. Kry bathe reader or he only does if the reader is very sick?

He does it all the time. Since the reader is too weak and dizzy and everything from the poison 24/7, he doesn't trust them. They could hurt themselves in there. Besides, he likes being able to take care of the reader in every aspect. This is the closest he'll come to their nudity without it being uncomfortable for him.

Would Dr. Kry let the reader customize their hospital room if they asked nicely?

Of course! If he knows that they're okay with being there (and even fix the room to their liking) then it'll just make him happy!

do you think kry would treat darling differently if she has an ED and won’t eat much?i have an ED and just wanted to see how my favorite boy might take it :’) feel free to ignore lol

He will. Every action will be calculated and well thought out to make you calmer and more open to try to eat. He won't force you, but he'll encourage you. He's studied this, he knows how dangerous something like this can be. And that's why he wants to help you as much as possible.

Me whose been sick for 3 weeks with an awful cough and body pains. "Please dr kry come kidnap me..just wanna sleep and not work"Have been working weekends with my sick body because the boss doesn't give sick leave for flu

Careful, he will do it.

I love dr kry but he drinks coffee all the time so his breath probably STANKS. Hes a 10 but he has constant coffee breath.

Well DUH HE IS A COFFEIN ADDICT. don't bully him :(

[nieceeee]

"A SURPRISE FOR REI!"

PLOT: Its Reiner's birthday and what better way to help him celebrate than by a sweet little treat he is sure to obsess over...

W/C: 3.2K A/N: Requested by @wifeofallfictionalmen "I was wondering if you could doooo Reiner reacting to the reader wearing a crotchless lingerie for him on his birthday night", NSFW obviously lol, pet names and some sweet and freaky stuff.

Reiner took a moment and looked himself over once more, smoothing the wrinkles from the front of his white button down. He double checked the folds in his sleeves and the creases of his dress pants before releasing a soft sigh. This should be a happy day for him. He made it another year but for some reason, his emotions weren’t on his side. “Okay Mr. Braun.” He drawls out, that familiar twang making his words linger. “You gotta get yourself together.” After another deep breath and a final check, he picks up his leather jacket and heads to the door. 

Reiner looked down at his phone, checking the messages that you had sent him to where he was supposed to be tonight. He inputted the address into his GPS before getting in the car and starting the engine. “I'm serious Rei, don’t you dare be late.” You fussed at him that morning. He smiled to himself slightly, a rare sight. You always seemed to do that for him. From that one fated moment he saw you in the coffee shop. He walked into his favorite shop like he always does, ordered his regular and made his way to his “assigned” seat. Only this time when he went to sit down, his table wasn’t empty. Reiner was a simple man. He kept to himself and followed his routines. Nothing to cause him extra stress or frustrate him too much. He wasn't one to make a lot of friends and didn't care to meet new people. So he can't say he was exactly pleased to see you sitting in his chair. Nonetheless, he was raised a gentleman so he wouldn't make you move. You hadn’t noticed him standing there, your music turned up in your headphones as you worked. 

Reiner took the time to look at your features. He found himself getting lost at your beauty. The way your hair frames your face, your supple skin, each intricate detail. Reiner was so lost in you that he hadn’t noticed you staring back up at him. “Huh?” He let out, snapping back to reality. A small smile tugged at your lips. “I said you’re more than welcome to join me.” You repeated a little louder. He blinked a few times, taken aback at the sweetness of your voice. “Oh.” He said nervously. He wasn't used to this and for some reason, your eyes on him were making a ball of energy form in his stomach. You waited patiently for his response, the small smile still on your face. Eventually Reiner sucked in a breath and pulled out the chair next to you. The waiter approached the table with his drink, eyes widening slightly at the sight of another person with him but he kept his comments to himself.

You both sat together in comfortable silence, sipping you coffee and working. After a few minutes you started to pack up. Reiner can’t believe it but he was completely relaxed around you and that was big for him so the thought of you leaving tugged at his heart strings a bit. “Well, it was nice sitting with you Reiner.” You say. His eyes widened. “Wait, you know my name.” He asked, confused. “Of course I do. You sit here everyday.” You say sweetly. “I- …” he didn't really know what to think. “So you knew who I was and yet, you came and sat at my table anyway? Why?” He questioned. . “I mean,” you started leaning closer to him. “How else would I get to spend time with you if I didn't?” You smiled. He felt a blush creep across his face. “See you tomorrow Rei.” You threw your bag over your shoulder and gave him a wink before heading out the door. And tomorrow, you were there again. And the following days after that. It became a new part of his routine. Quiet days at the coffee shop with you

The next day Reiner found himself in a lighter mood than normal. He took extra time looking over himself and a little bit longer picking the right outfit to wear. He settled for his dark blue wrangler jeans with a nice striped button down that he cuffed at the sleeves. Reiner walked into the coffee shop and made his order then shuffled his way to his table. His spirits dropped slightly when he didn't see your familiar hair sitting at the table. He shifted his eyes slightly but you were nowhere to be found. With a small sigh, he walked over to the table and sat down. Today seemed hard for him to focus without you around. You were just running behind that morning, having left your laptop on your desk. Reiner was already there when you arrived. The waitress was getting ready to walk over with his drink but you stopped her. “Don’t worry I got it.” You whispered. You take the cup and make your way to the table, sneaking up behind him. “One special drink for the sexy brooding blonde with gold eyes.” You say leaning over his shoulder. His eyes widened slightly as the scare but he recognized your voice in his ear. 

“You made it.” His deep voice said as a bright smile spread across his face. You gasped slightly, Reiner has never shown any change of emotions other than his normal neutral face with lightly furrowed brows. Seeing the way his pearly whites shine against his smooth skin, golden eyes sparkling send a very needy throb down to your center. Reiner was fucking beautiful. You couldn’t help but return the same gesture as you plopped down into the seat next to him, scooting yourself a little closer to his. He didn't mind it at all much to the surprise of the other coffee goers in the shop. They had noticed the way his attitude and emotions had shifted since you came in and they didn't hesitate to send glances your way each time you both interacted with one another. 

“So rei rei you ready to get to work?” You ask, pulling your things out of your bag. “Yeah. Yeah I am.” He smiles. 

Reiner smiled to himself again as he thought about that flashback. He turned into the parking lot of the huge building. His brows pulled together in confusion. From the outside, the building looked closed. No lights were shining from the windows and no music played that he could hear. He was getting ready to turn around when a ping chimed on his phone. He pulled up the message you sent. 

You’re in the right place. Keep walking forward.

He smirked and tucked the phone back into his pocket before taking a deep breath and walking towards the door. It opened easily as he stepped into the darkness. “Y/n?” He called out. “Are you here sugar?” He looked around in the darkness. A small light came on down the hallway. Reiner shook his head, you were always one for the dramatics. He walked towards the opening as the light glowed brighter. “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY REINER!” A group of people called out. Reiner looked around the room in shock, eyes widening. There were people from the coffee shop including a few old friends and some family. It was a small group of people but nonetheless it meant a lot to him. And there in the middle of the crowd, was you. Wearing a silk cocktail dress that draped low around your back and tied around your neck. The dress hugged you in all the right places and Reiners thoughts went completely feral. You walked closer to him pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, spreading your hands against his chest. “Calm down big boy, there are people around.” You teased, giving him a knowing look. He cleared his throat slightly, redness washing over his features. You smile up at him, wrapping your hand in his and pulling him deeper into the party 

Reiner was an addict and you were his drug. It was barely 30 minutes into the party and he was itching to get inside of you. It didn't help that you had been dancing on him earlier. The thin fabric of your dress rubbing against his dress pants. He could feel the curve of your ass on his groin and it was literally giving him a hard time. He found himself touching you every way he could. Rubbing circles into your hips, pulling you back into his chest, anything he could do to get your skin on his but nothing was enough. “Rei, baby you are insatiable right now.” You giggle as he discreetly presses his lips into the side of your neck. Reiner whimpered softly onto your flesh. “When is the party over?” He fussed. “Don’t be a brute. People came here to see you.” You smack his shoulder. He rolled his eyes and pouted slightly. You shook your head as he pulled you towards a back corner as the party went on. No one paid attention to you two disappearing into the darkness. “I just want a little taste. Please” he begged. “Rei…” “Come on Sugar, it's my birthday. You don't wanna make the birthday boy upset.” He said softly, the deep twang in his voice causing a drumming to stir between your thighs. “Fine.” You smirked at him. “But you can only use your hand.” You said softly. His eyes lit up at he slips his hands underneath the skirt of your dress, dragging his thick fingers up your legs and towards your pussy. He just wanted to slip your panties to the side and dip his fingers in.

What he doesn’t expect is to reach between your legs and feel your slickness against his fingers. His eyes widen and you give him a huge grin. “S-sugar…” he stammers. “Whatsthis?” He says. “Your other birthday gift.” You say sweetly. “Ya not wearing anything under there?” He asks, accent getting heavy. “Well technically yes I am.” You shrug innocently. “Show me.” He said, his voice dropping low. “Rei, baby you have to wait until we get home.” You say breathless. He presses closer to you, his gaze heavy as he repeats himself. “Show. Me.” You roll your eyes before carefully checking your surroundings. No one seemed to be bothered that you two weren’t anywhere to be found. You took the time to grab Reiner by the hand and lead him into the private bathroom at the end of the hall. You locked the door behind you and prepared to turn to your birthday boy but his lips were on yours before you could say anything.

Reiner presses hard against you, his mouth battling with yours. Your plump lips soft as he drags his tongue across them. A low groan releases from your body as you grant him further access. Your tongues collide in a fit of passion. Reiner wraps his arms underneath your thighs and lifts you up, pressing your back against the door. Reiner removed his mouth from yours and trails his lips down your neck, sucking on that sensitive spot you love so much. “Reiner.” You moan out, your voice bouncing off the plaster in the walls. “Fuck Sugar, you sound so good.” Reiner says as he continues to tease you. He can’t help it. He loves the way your skin tastes on his tongue. Reiner kisses lower into the cut of your dress as his grip on your ass tightens. He knows that he is being reckless but he couldn’t help it. Not with the way you were dripping. You knew what wearing these panties would do to him. “Rei, baby.” you moan out and the sound of your voice sent a chill down his spine. His thick fingers fumbled with the zipper on your dress as he worked it off of you. There would be no way to explain your dress being ripped to shreds to the people outside the bathroom door. 

Your dress falls, pooling at your feet and Reiner freezes. You standing in front of him in the sexiest 2 piece cream lingerie he has ever seen. He looks down at the thin straps of lace wrapping around your hips and the slit between the fabric revealing your juicy pussy and his mouth starts to water. “Jesus Sugar…” he breathes out, dropping to his knees in front of you. “You gone give me a heart attack on my birthday.” Reiner crawls closer to you, his big hands gripping you as he brings his nose to your center, taking in a deep breath. You shiver at his reaction. Rei has always been as affectionate as he could be with you, giving you gentle squeezes here and there or small pecks. But seeing this side of him was your favorite thing. Watching those golden eyes darken and gloss over as he obsessed over you. The way he went feral feigning for a taste of you. 

Reiner absolutely loved your body. He gripped your hips tighter as he pressed his face deeper between your legs, nudging your thighs apart so he could slip in and catch the juices dripping from your lips. Reiner slips his tongue in between your folds, and releases a heavy groan. “Damn it sugar. You taste so fucking sweet.” He calls out swallowing your juices. You run your fingers through his thick hair gripping tightly as he suckles on the head of your clit. Reiner drags his tongue from your opening to your clit, the wet sounds of your arousal getting louder as he sloppily takes more of you into his mouth. “Fuck Rei baby.” You whimper, your toes curling in your shoes. Reiner feasted on you without end, taking his time to worship your pussy. You feel your body reaching its peak as you grip him tighter. Over and over his name falls from your lips. Reiner refuses to let up. He sucks your clit without mercy, using the tip of his tongue to tease against the hood. 

“Oh God Rei please.” You cry out to him. “Shh princess.” He comes up for air. “You don't want anyone to hear you, do you? I wouldn't want you to interrupt the party.” He teases you. You shudder underneath his command. Reiner loved the way he could make you fall apart just at the sound of his voice. He rose up, towering over you. “Now Sugar, you gonna be a good girl and take daddy’ dick, yeah?” He states. You nod breathlessly. He smirks before turning you to face the mirror. “Hands on the counter, eyes forward.” He directs you. You follow his instructions quickly, eager to feel him stretching you apart. “So impatient.” He chuckles. Reiner grips his length, stroking twice before lining it up with your center. You were already dripping down your legs, the opening in the panties exposing you to the cool air. 

“Ready for me sugar?” He pants, tip throbbing with anxiousness. You nod, body thrumming with anticipation. Reiner took a steadying breath before inching forward, pressing his tip into your walls. You tense slowly at the delicious stretch. It took everything in his power to keep his knees from buckling. Years later and he still wasn't used to the tightness of your walls as he sheathed himself deeper into you. “Damn it sugar.” Reiner whispered in your ear as he fucked you without mercy. You let out a low, whimpering groan as he pushed deeper into your walls. Reiner leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back until he was level with your ear. “Shhh sugar,” he breathes in your ear. “You don't want anyone to hear the nasty thing you're doing in the bathroom, right? They don't gotta know how I'm fucking you right now, now do they?” He feels you shudder in his grasp. Reiner was obsessed with the way he knew your body. It always sent him into a state of euphoria to see how you broke down under his command. He removed a few inches from your wetness slowly before slipping back inside of you. Your eyes roll backwards at the intensity of it. Fucking him hard was one thing, but when he switched it up. Slipping his thickness inside you slowly, your walls contracting around each inch, he was punishing you. Your legs start to vibrate underneath you. “Rein baby please, you’re torturing me -- I need it.” you whimper. 

Reiner loved hearing you begging. “IF…I speed up, will you be good and stay quiet sugar?” You nod frantically, anything to get him to make you reach your climax. Reiner smirks and then rams himself deep into your opening. Your body jolts, knees buckling upon impact but he holds you up by your waist. He repeats the same action again and your hands turn white from the way you gripped the sink. Reiner slams into you repeatedly, your pussy clenching around him each time he pulls out. The sound of your arousal ricochets in Reiner’s ears as he pumps into you steadily. He looks down at your conjoined bodies and a whimper releases from his throat. You push back against him, arching your back as you slip him deeper into your body. He grips your hips in warning and fucks you. And yes, he fucks you. Death grip on your hips, Reiner forces your back flat onto the counter and ruts into you fast and hard, not caring how he was torturing you. You bite down on your lip, the taste of copper fills your mouth as the blood rushes, flooding your senses. Reiner’s strength waivers as he continues to fuck himself dumb, grinding deep in your walls. You are both reaching you breaking point. “Come with me Rei baby.” you beg him, legs trembling underneath you. 

“Fuckfuckfuck.” he cries out as his cum spurts out in ropes, coating you inside and out. You feel a rush of liquid drip down your legs as you collapse onto the counter. Both of you take a moment and breath, trying to come down from your high. Realization splashes over you. “Shit…SHIT.” you push yourself off from the counter and fumble with your clothes. Reiner tilts his head slightly, giving you a confused look. “The party Rei!” you fuss, grabbing some rags and wetting them to clean yourself up. Reiner walks to you, pressing his hands on your sides and halting your movements. He takes the rags from your hands then drops to his knees, he drags the fabric over your skin wiping you down slowly. Your heat races at the sight of him on his knees for you. You take a moment with one another before you get dressed.

Reiner checks the hallway to make sure it's clear and you slip out of the bathroom. The party is still going on, friends dancing and everyone seems to be okay. You both walk hand in hand back out to the room of people. “Well…” Annie says as you walk up to join them. “Someone looks freshly fucked.” Your eyes widen and lips part slightly. Your friends are quiet for a moment before laughter erupts around you. You roll your eyes playfully and shake your head. “Damn Rei, couldn’t wait until you got home huh?” Eren laughs, clapping him on the back. His face is beet red as she shrugs his shoulders, a small smile playing on his lips. “Alright you too. Now you’ve had your fun. Let’s enjoy the rest of the party.” Annie raises her glass in the air. You all cheers and you look over to your boyfriend. His face was soft and content and you couldn’t be happier. You stretch up and press a small kiss on the underside of his jaw. “Happy Birthday Rei baby.”

[bluedinosaur8]

acting cool

match : remus lupin x pettigrew!reader

summary : Remus moved away for Uni, you find him again at a boring house party, he walks you home but you both forgot how to act around each other

warnings : mentions of alcohol, smoking, swearing, kissing

word count : 2.9k

heavily inspired by the song Cool About It by Boygenius

"YOU WANNA DITCH?"

Remus shakes out of his daydreaming, pulled back to the real world by your voice. You are standing in front of him, sour expression on your face and arms crossed over your chest. Even though you look annoyed, Remus can't help but let his eyes linger.

"What?" He asks eventually. He thinks he has forgotten what you said.

"This shit is boring and I don't wanna walk home alone," You say.

Remus looks around. You're right. This party is boring. No wonder he has been zoning out for the better part of his time here. He can't even remember what he did since his friends left to hang out with some other friends they made at Uni.

So this time it doesn't take long for him to answer. "Yeah, sure,"

He follows you out of the house of a guy he doesn't know the name of. You look like you know your way around, though, and only look back once to see if he's still following you. He is, close enough to almost touch you if he just reached out.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

The air nips at his skin as you two step outside. It's late and December and maybe not the best idea to walk home, but he was here now, with you, and there was no way that he's giving up this chance, only to get back to the warmth he had abandoned.

You slow down a little, he notices. Taking the hint, he takes an extra big step, catching up with you in no time. You look up at him and smile.

It dawns on Remus that the two of you don't know each other well enough anymore to keep the conversation flowing after two minutes of silence. His hands feel empty.

"Y'don't mind, do you?" He asks, pulling out his pack of cigs and a lighter.

He thinks that you may be a little tipsy, because it's taking you longer to answer than normal. When you look up at him, he already has the cigarette placed between his pink lips.

"Nope," you say and eye the cigarette. Remus notices.

"You can't have one, your brother will kill me," He says, bringing the lighter closer and closer to his face. The moment the cigarette catches fire, he feels a little sense of relief washing over him.

"He won't mind," you say, but you both know that you're lying. "Okay, yes, he would mind. But, who cares, he's my bloody brother, not my mum. At least he doesn't tell her anymore when I do stuff,"

"Stuff?" He asks. He never heard you talk about stuff before.

"Stuff," you repeat.

Remus flicks his cigarette and holds it out to you. It almost feels illegal to him, giving you a drag. Like the police could come around the corner any second and arrest him on the spot. When did you grow up? Are four months really that long?

You take a drag. Expertly, he observes. You don't waste any time giving it back to him, which he is glad for. He still doesn't know what to do with his stupid hands.

When he places his lips around the orange end again, he can't help but constantly think about how your lips were wrapped around it only seconds prior. He shakes his head. He feels weird. Sometimes, you still feel fourteen to him. He has to remind himself that you're not, and that even when you were fourteen and he was fifteen, he felt awkward around you.

A good kind of awkward, he used to say. Now he's not certain anymore.

"Where's your jacket?" He asks. He doesn't know why though, he doesn't have a jacket to offer you.

"It's the alcohol," you reply.

Maybe he's a little tipsy too, because it takes him a while to process what you said. It clicks in his brain only a second later. It's the same thing the girls used to say last year when they all got down to the pub on Friday night with their fakes. None of them ever took a jacket from anybody. Except Lily, who stopped being cold on a random day in October of last year, when she finally said yes to James' offer. Since then, her shoulders were always covered by James' red jacket.

He flicks his cigarette. You ask for it again and give it back just ask quickly.

"So," Remus begins, "How's school going for ya?"

You shrug. "Y'know, good," you say. "I'm doing good,"

It wasn't the question he asked. He still saw through the lie though, your eyes giving you away. Once, before, you had your walls built way up. Too high to reach for anyone, even your family. Then, one day in the two weeks that both of you were sixteen, the walls came tumbling down a little. Not all the way, not even close, but just far enough to see your eyes and the bridge of your nose.

"The teachers are being fucking annoying, though," You say, "Always reminding me of A-Levels coming up. Like I don't remember myself every single day,"

Remus chuckles a little. He remembers how shit A-Levels were. He also remembers how much pressure your brother was under this time last year. He can imagine it's the same with you.

"Yeah, but you're gonna do great," Remus says. He doesn't know what else to say.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Trust me, I know. I've got like a sixth sense for this shit,"

You giggle. When the light of the street lights illuminate your face, he can see your flushed cheeks.

The two of you pass the corner shop a second later. Your house is five streets away, his six. He stubs out his cigarette.

"So, yeah, shit's great on my part," you blow out a low breath. "You? How's London treating you?"

The question makes him nervous. He pulls out a second cigarette.

He gives the same answer as you. "Good. Different, but good," He lies too.

Remus moved to London for University about four months ago now. The first few weeks he had expected for it to feel weird, for him to feel out of place. He missed his friends, who, unlike him, all stayed around Liverpool. He missed his parents, his little sister, his room, his footy team.

When he was still homesick after two months, with little to none new friends around him, he had started to think that maybe Uni wasn't for him. Maybe London wasn't for him, even though it was the place he had been dreaming about since the start of secondary school. He was sure that London would be his place, where he would bloom.

Now, four months after the start of Uni, he's not even sure if he wants to go back after the winter holidays.

"You sure?" You test him.

"Of course," he says, but he can see at the way you make a face at him that you don't buy his bullshit. He has never quite been capable of lying to your face, of passing this hard test you give him every once in a while.

"Really." He continued, persistent in making you believe him. "I actually got this job at this fancy restaurant. Gotta wear an all white dress shirt and all that jazz,"

A laugh blows out of your nose. "You? A job in a restaurant?" You look up at him like he's crazy.

"What?" Remus laughs too, cig hanging from the right corner of his mouth, though he's not really sure what you find so funny. "You find it so unbelievable that I found work?"

"No, no," you chuckle, "I just never saw you as a server, y'know, with your grumbling and frowning and all,"

Remus thinks you're crazy. And he wants to say so, but then he kicks childishly at a pebble with a frown plastered on his face, and maybe he can see where you're coming from.

He visibly tries to relax before answering. "Trust me, I didn't peg myself as one either," this is a truth he tells, maybe the first complete one, "But I'm not really a server, just a runner,"

"Ahh," you say. He can see in the way your face twists that that makes more sense to you.

He blows out a cloud of smoke and holds the fag out for you to take. You do. You don't give it back immediately.

Remus doesn't know what to say next. He can't ask you about your school anymore, you've already told him about how your boss was a bloody bitch right when you arrived at the party, before the two of you had lost sight of each other for the rest of the night — well, until now. He racks his brain for a new conversation topic, not wanting to end the walk in silence.

( Even though he could watch you take drags of his cigarette in silence for hours. )

"Did you see James' outfit?" He asks, breaking the silence.

A bark of laughter comes out your mouth, along with the smoke, as you nod your head enthusiastically. "Oh my god, yes. That shit was terrible!"

Remus hums, an amused grin on his face. You give him back the cigarette. The two of you walk into your street, on the sidewalks you used to run after him, your brother and the rest of his friends, hoping to tag along.

"Like, I saw him, and I was like: 'A cowboy hat, James? Really? Did you listen to too much country again?'"

"James thought he looked amazing," Remus grinned.

"That even makes it worse," You shake your head, comically looking over at Remus who was already looking at you.

"Wait, no, no," You start to giggle uncontrollably before even having the chance to share your new thought. "The worst thing is, is that Lily liked it!"

"No way,"

"Yes!"

"Lily liked it? I would've thought she would've thrown it in the fire by now,"

"Na-ah," You say. Remus takes a last drag and stubs the cig out. "She was wearing matching cowboy boots," You squeeze his arm for the dramatics.

For two seconds, Remus doesn't answer.

He shakes out of his pretty quickly. "Okay, now I've lost complete faith in both of them," He chuckles.

"Honestly," you agree. Your house is in view now, a light on the first floor on. "I still don't see how James has a fucking girlfriend and you don't,"

Remus must be more sober than you are, because he seems to grasp the intensity of what you said right as the words leave your mouth.

You think he's worthy enough of having someone love him. Even more worthy than James, who has always had the biggest heart and had been looking ages for someone who could give him back the same love that he deserved, the same love he gifted to everyone else.

You think that Remus is lovable.

Remus doesn't know if his heart is breaking or blooming. It feels the same.

A few seconds later and he sees your face twist into one of horror and realisation from the corner of his eye, finally realising your comment held much more than you initially thought. He's afraid to look you in the eye. You seem afraid too, because for the first time tonight, you let your head hang.

"I'm sorry..." You whisper. Remus thinks that maybe you think that he's offended by your words. Yet, he doesn't know how to feel.

He wishes you hadn't apologised. That you could've been a little cruel about it by just carrying on, but he knew you were too kind for that.

Trying to forget about it, he shakes his head and gives you a small smile. You look sad, maybe a little unsure what to do with yourself. He sees your hand twitch and he wonders if you feel the need for a cigarette, too.

You stop your twitching hand by putting it in the back pocket of your jeans.

Your house is a few steps away and Remus watches how your face falls.

"Shit," You mumble.

"What?" Remus asks.

"My mum is home," You stop in front of your garden, not opening the gate. There's a blue car in the parking spot, one that Remus recognizes to be your mother's. He looks over at you, at how you make no move to enter your home.

"Good luck," he says quietly.

You turn to him. Fully standing in front of each other for the first time this evening. Finally eye to eye. You give him a kind smile, a head tilt, and something Remus does not expect; a hug.

Your hands wrap carefully around his neck, your chin resting against his shoulders since you're standing on your tippy toes. It's the closest the two of you have been in ages, ever since the night when both of you were sixteen and you had hugged him thanks then, too.

Remus does not know what to do with his hands. He's overloaded by his feelings. First, you're closer than ever. Second, you smell like cigarettes and coconut shampoo. Third, he's afraid that when he does puts his hands on you, you'll immediately break the hug.

But you don't step back, and Remus can not just stand there with his hands in the air, so he places them softly against your back. He doesn't try to pull you closer, or hold you tighter, he just holds you gently like you're made out of glass.

"Thank you," you say.

He nods into your hair. "You're welcome," he says. Both of you had started to talk quietly, this close to your house.

You step back, your arms falling back to your sides. "For dropping me off, I mean,"

Remus nods again. "I know,"

Maybe you're both lying now. You both don't point it out.

"When will you go back to London?" You ask as you struggle to get your keys free from the loop of your belt.

"Third of January," He says. It's now the twenty-ninth of December.

You smile. "See you with New Years, then?"

Remus' eyebrows pull together in confusion.

"I heard Mrs Potter is planning that street party again," You help him and gesture to the house at the end of your street, the only one significantly larger than the others. "Peter and I are there,"

"Oh, yeah," Remus says, "Yeah, I'll see if can make it,"

You nod. "Right," You look back to your house. "Or we could just go for a smoke sometime,"

"Yeah," Remus nods.

"Yeah," you say.

Remus thinks that you're stalling. But he can't say that he minds. He would stall with you until the sun comes up, as long as you keep staring at him like that.

"I don't wanna go in just yet," You whisper.

"I know," he whispers back.

Your gaze falls on his lips. Remus notices and tries not to think about what's going on inside your head right now. His own head is busy enough on its own.

Are you really going to kiss him? Are his lips chapped from the cold? Would he kiss you if you didn't? Is he going a little crazy? Has he imagined you two kissing before?

Yes.

The answer is yes.

You place your hands on his cheeks and quickly place your lips against his. So hastily, that Remus had hardly any time to process your face coming towards him. Now all there was his lips on yours, yours on his, your hands on his cheeks, his hands softly coming down on your waist.

Yes, Remus had imagined the two of you kissing before. The first time when he was fifteen, then when he was sixteen, and every year since then. When he was young, he would wonder about dramatic make out sessions, his hands near your butt, your body completely pressed into him. The perfect scenario back then.

But this, the delicacy of the soft touches, your lips not even moving, bodies close but not yet touching, was so, so much better than his young, wild dreams.

He doesn't keep count of how long the two of you stand there, in front of your house, lips interlocked. He's in a trance, a moment of bliss, until you pull away.

Remus opens his eyes to see you staring at him with wide, fearful eyes. As if what you had just done was the worst decision ever. And Remus wanted to tell you that it was fine, that there was nothing to worry about, that he enjoyed himself, but you beat him to it.

"Oh, Remus, I'm so sorry," You say quietly, eyes rimming with unshed tears that had started to well up in a seconds notice.

He doesn't know what's going on in your head, but he can't imagine it's any good.

"Hey, it's cool," Hey says, trying his best to comfort you with his words. "It's cool," he whispers.

You don't look any better. "Uhm," You say, fumbling clumsily with your keys, which are still around the loop of your belt. "I'm gonna go inside now. Thanks for... walking me home,"

"Yeah, of course,"

Remus wants to tell you that he liked the kiss. That you could kiss him again, if you wanted to. But he doesn't know where to start. He doesn't want to make you anymore upset than you already are.

"See you with New Years," you say and open the gate, taking big and fast strides towards your front door while still struggling to free your keys.

Remus doesn't see you enter your home. He's already walking away before you have the chance to look back, a third cigarette in his mouth.

first ever time posting, kinda nervous

english, as you may have noticed, is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes!

I am seriously in love with Remus Lupin and with Boygenius so I had to combine them

[erwinsvow]

THEY FINALLY GOT TOGETHER OMGGG THANK U FOR GOT WHAT U WANTED!!!! what about when they actually finally start dating, how would that dynamic be??

ahhhhh i know!!!!!! my babies i feel like they finally have their story the way i wanted it to be, even though i rushed it a little i think its fitting theyre so in love they really couldnt drag it out much longer without the grand confession. and theyre so toxic everyone else in their life is sick of them lying to each other that theyre 'just friends'

omg what a darling question stopppp! i think lots and lots of like, almost forgetting theyre a couple. they always hang out alone, always sleep over, go out to eat etc, so nothing is truly different. i can imagine like neither tell their parents but one day rafe kisses you on his way out of the room and theyre like... um do you have something to tell us?!!?

i think kook trio reader take it a little bit lighter than rafe does, still tries to plan stuff with the boys but gets convinced to roll around in bed with rafe instead. she ofc likes her time with her boys tho so lots of like just random kisses in between swings at golf, they have to yell at rafe to go back and finish his play, even more posessiveness/jealousy but now he can say like 'get away from my girl' while kelce and top just roll their eyes and she stares at rafe at googly cuz she likes her man possessive now that shes actually his

but the long and short of it is that theyre still just best friends and the same clingy people they were before , they can just show off now which they both love <3 esp kook trio reader shes a jelly bitch. loves sitting on his lap at parties and when a girl comes over to buy coke she'll be the one to hand it to her or count the money for rafe

i feel like rafe also is goofy and kelce and top DESPISE it but when they have their beach or boat days and shes in one of her normal bikinis he's all "stop starin' at my girl you freaks. she's taken" and theyre like "you mean our best friend?"

or when she's like "kelce and i are going to see that movie, you wanna come?" he's like "sounds sus. i know you have a habit of falling for your so-called best friends. ill meet you there." fasfkjnj

[rhoorl]

Working Title | Chapter 10

Pairing: Dieter Bravo/OFC

Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok? 

Word Count: 7.6k

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 10 on AO3

Chapter Summary: We wrap up the first day of shooting and Dieter and Belle hang out later that night.

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, which is obvious at this point. And dun dun duuuunn…. We get some smut in this one. Let me know what kind of stuff I need to put in here for warnings - I don’t want to spoil anything (there is no P in V in this chapter, but Belle enjoys herself). There’s some angst and a discussion about intimacy issues. Ryan deserves his own warning because that dude seriously can fuck off. Also, a blink if you miss it ED reference.

A/N: These two have not shut up in my head so here's a quicker-than-normal update. I’m a bit nervous about this one, but we’re on the path for these two to have some more um…fun. (As a reminder, I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine!).

Once you both straightened yourselves back up, you and Dieter walked out of the trailer in giggles, basking in the moment you’d just had. Your mind drifted off to what he could have in store for you later, but that’s quickly erased when you spotted Meredith walking toward you.

“Hey, I’ll meet up with you later?” You looked at Dieter, who gave you a knowing nod and a small, but encouraging, smile.

“Good luck.”

“Hey, Belle, you good?” Meredith walked up, brows furrowed.

“Ah, uh, yeah. All good.”

“C’mere,” she motioned for you to follow her.

Ugh, she is totally going to shut this shit down, isn't she. 

You stood in front of her and cautiously looked her in the eyes, “What’s up?”

“Look. I’m not trying to get in your business, I don’t really care what you do in your free time unless it starts to mess with work, but don’t pay any mind to Aubrey – she’s a grade-A asshole and not at all Dieter’s type.”

“Wh-what?” 

“I know what she did, showing you the photos. She's just trying to rile you up. She's like a goddamn shark and smells blood in the water, but seriously she can fuck right off. Earlier when I was getting him ready, do you know what we talked about?” You shook your head. “You.”

“Me?” 

“Yup. Look, he has an interview and photoshoot tomorrow, something that his agent organized. Originally I was going to go work on it, but with it being so early in the production I didn’t want to leave you by yourself, that would be like leaving you to the wolves,” she chuckled. “So, I was going to ask if you wanted to take my spot but Dieter actually brought it up first.”

You were trying to process what was happening. Meredith was seemingly okay with whatever was going on between you and Dieter and wasn’t chastising you about it. She’s almost … encouraging it?

“I think you should do it. It would be great for a few reasons: One. You are talented and can definitely benefit from the exposure. Make a connection with the photographer, you never know what could come from it. Two. Dieter requested you, so it would make him happy, and lord knows we don’t want him getting pissy. And three. It would give you guys a chance to…I dunno…spend a day together away from set.”

“Wh- Meredith, we aren’t… I mean…”

“Oh stop it. Seriously, I wasn't born yesterday and I can see how he looks at you, hell how you both look at each other. I'm not here to tell you to date or fuck or whatever the hell you want to do with him. But, I will say, I’ve never seen him this … relaxed…so early in a shoot. He seems happy and lighter and I think that’s maybe because of you and your little trip yesterday.”

“Ha, yea that seems to be the talk of the set, isn’t it?” The reality of the situation started to flood back again – the photos, the comments, the looks, and the whispers from the set.

“Look, you’re young.” You roll your eyes because you know by Hollywood standards mid-30s was practically ancient. “You’re in a beautiful place and a handsome man is losing his shit over you…take advantage of it and have some fun!” She smiled, grasping both of your shoulders and shaking you slightly.

Lunch was set up for the cast and crew in a ballroom. Walking in, you spotted the back of Dieter’s head sitting at a table with a couple of the writers and the assistant director. They’re all pouring over scripts and you can see Dieter animatedly talking. 

Scanning the room, you clocked Aubrey looking at you and you wished you could go over there and smack the ever-living shit out of her, but Indy bounded up to you, pulling you back to reality.

“Babe! What the fuck? Where did you go?”

“I don’t want to talk about it here,” your eyes go from left to right.

“Got it, but are you … good? Dieter was in such a shitty mood during that last take.”

“Y-yea, I’m good. Really good,” you smirked which made her playfully slap your shoulder. “But shh, I promise I’ll tell you later. Did you eat already?”

“I did, they’re gonna call us back to do some blocking soon. But make sure you eat something, please. I know how you get when you’re busy.”

There she was again being the mom and looking out for you.

“I promise, Ind.”

“Ok, I gotta go pee but I’ll see you in a bit, love ya!” She gave you a quick hug.

A loud whistle cut through the room, pausing everyone’s conversations. It was the assistant director giving a 10-minute warning before everyone was due back on set.

Ugh.

It was one of the downsides of your role. You had to be ready for everyone else’s beck and call, which left zero time for yourself. Makeup artists and hair stylists had to be on for their clients, so that meant little time to eat, or even go to the bathroom. 

After a quick scan of what was left of the buffet, you grabbed half of a sandwich and some chips, figuring it was the most portable option, and headed back to set.

On your way back, you were intercepted by Danny.

“Hey, Belle!” He smiled at you.

“Hey!”

“Um, listen, uh… Dee wanted me to give this to you.” He tried to discreetly hand you an envelope that looked very much like the jacket for a room key. “Don’t open it…it’s the room key,” he whispered.

“A room key? Wait what?!” you whispered back, eyes furrowed.

“Yea, he said to use it for later-” he cut himself off, hitting his forehead with the palm of his forehead. “Shit, he was supposed to talk with you before. Um…uh. Just uh, pretend when he brings it up?”

What the fuck is he even talking about?

“Um, okay, Danny.”

“K, um…I’m gonna… go,” he gestured behind him, clearly flustered that he foiled whatever plan his boss had in mind.

You tucked the key into your bag and kept walking, making your way to the chairs set up behind the monitors so you could quickly sit and scarf down your sandwich. A presence was suddenly behind you and you tensed up thinking it may be Aubrey or someone else, but you relaxed when you saw Sam.

“Hey doll,” he said in his low, Southern twang.

“Hey, Sam. Your hair is actually looking pretty good for after lunch,” you smirked. “Here, let me get you set up.” 

He motioned for you to stop, “Nope, you gotta eat, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere…so…you doing ok?”

You were thankful you had just taken a bite, so you had a few seconds to try and figure out how to respond. “Hmm…yea, all good.”

“Ok, cuz you looked like you were about to throw up earlier,” he chuckled.

“Oh, yeah, well, some shit came up that I wasn’t really prepared for.”

“Photos from yesterday?”

“Jesus, does every fucking person here know?” He nodded. “Ugh, yeah. And I was a dumbass and looked at some comments and … how do you do it, Sam, when people say shit about you and what you’re up to?”

He let out a long sigh, “It’s definitely not easy, but I have it a lot easier than you ladies that’s for damn sure. You just gotta ignore it, otherwise, it’ll really fuck with your head.”

“Ok everyone places please, can we get touch-ups done please?” The assistant director called out.

“Ugh fuck,” you groaned as you took one last bite before wrapping up the rest of the sandwich. “C’mere, Sam let’s get you sorted out and back to looking handsome," you winked as he rolled his eyes.

The two of you walked to where the next scene was going to be filmed. Once you added some more powder to his face, you turned your attention to Indy, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw Meredith and Dieter walk up. You slyly snuck a quick glance over to him and he smiled at you.

The scene took about an hour, but everyone was in relatively good spirits. Again, it was so mesmerizing watching Dieter work and you tried not to stare at him when you were called over for touch-ups between takes.

The fatigue of the day started to creep up on you. Standing for the majority of the day wreaked havoc on your lower back and shoulders and all you wanted to do was sit down and relax, but there were still several more scenes to get through that day.

“Ok, that’s a wrap on Dieter for today!” 

Dieter gave a quick wave and thanked the crew on his way off of the set. You saw Aubrey starting to make her way over to him, which made you internally roll your eyes. She was doing her job, after all, but she still annoyed you.

“You ready to go get back into your comfy clothes, Dee?” she asked as he handed her his suit jacket. 

“Uh, yeah…I got it, Aubrey. I'm a big boy, I can handle changing out of a suit,” he chuckled. "I'll leave this for you outside of my trailer."

“Well, if you need any help, just let me know,” she winked.

He turned to find you, a smile washing over his face as your eyes connected. He walked over toward you, his hands at his tie, loosening it before unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt.

“Hey! So Liz is almost here, I was going to go see her and we’ll probably have an early dinner together if that’s ok? Can we hang out later?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Come to my room later. I thought maybe we…I don’t know, could watch a movie or something…unwind a bit."

You smirked, “You trying to do the whole Netflix and chill thing, huh?”

He blushed, “Uh…no, I figured we could just stay in tonight since it’s going to be an early morning…” he leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering near your ear. “However you want to chill is definitely up to you.” He pulled back, giving you a wink. “Danny has a key for you.”

“Uh, o-ok, yea sounds good.”

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“Dee!” Liz waved at him as she walked through the lobby, a phone in each hand, balancing her computer bag on one shoulder and her weekender bag on the other. A valet was following behind her with the suitcases.

“Jeez, Lizzie, how long are you planning on staying,” Dieter chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he took her bags from her to carry them.

“You know me, I need options,” she teased. “So, how’d it go today?”

“Not bad. Had a bit of a rough finish to that first scene but I think we got it well before the last take, so I’m not too worried. The writers have already started rewriting shit, which is kind of annoying.”

“Well, you know how it is. Once you all get to set they start to get more … creative. I’ll talk to them though to see if I can get some intel,” she winked. “How’s Belle? Did you talk? Seriously, if you need me to fuck off tonight, I totally can!”

“You just got here, besides, it’s our tradition to have dinner on the first night of shooting," he smiled as they made their way to the elevators. "And yeah, I talked with her. Only shitty part was that I wasn’t able to get to her before someone showed her the photos.” He sighed.

“Ugh shit, I was worried about that. How’d she take it.”

“Not well. She practically ran off from set, when I found her she was in tears.” A wave of sadness returned to Dieter’s eyes as he remembered how defeated Belle looked when he walked into the trailer. “She fucking looked at the comments…”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yea. So needless to say, that led to us talking…and then not talking,” he winked.

“Ooookay cowboy, don’t need all of the details.” she chuckled as they both stopped in front of the elevators.

“Anyway, she still has a couple of scenes left to shoot and then they have to clean up and get ready, so it’s going to be a while. I figured you and I could get an early dinner and then you can relax…I’m sure you're tired.”

“Sounds good, don’t forget though, we have an early start tomorrow…keep that in mind when you’re enjoying your, uh, evening.”

“Ha noted. Hey, for tomorrow, do you know who is doing wardrobe?”

“Ugh yea I do hold on, let me check.” She checked one of her phones, going to an email with the full list of who was working. She had already swapped out Belle’s name for Meredith’s. “Ok… wardrobe…looks like it’s…Aubrey.”

Dieter groaned. “We’re going to need to change that. Can you work on that?”

“She’s your wardrobe person, Dee…she’s harmless.”

“Nah, not so much. She and Belle…it wouldn’t be good.”

“Ah, gotcha. Okay well, let me see what I can do, no guarantees though.” She started frantically typing away on her phone. 

The rest of the afternoon went by rather quickly. Dieter checked in a couple of times, letting you know he and Liz were going to dinner at one of the resort’s restaurants. He also sent a message saying he missed you, which kept a permanent smile on your face the rest of the day.

Every time your phone buzzed, your heart skipped a beat, hoping it was a message from him. Although she didn’t say anything, Meredith smiled to herself, noticing the change in your demeanor from the morning.

"Ok, that's a wrap for today, everyone. Thanks for a great first day. Let's do it all again tomorrow!"

There was a smattering of applause as everyone started to scatter from the set. You, Meredith, Brianna, and the rest of the makeup and hair department went to the trailer to put things away and clean up.

"Ok, I think that just about does it. Hey Belle, you're good to go, I know you have an early morning shoot…thanks a lot for doing that!" Meredith gave you a knowing smile.

"Oh ok, sounds good. Uh, thanks for today Brianna, you did a great job! For tomorrow, just remember the setting spray for Indy and please remind Sam to stop touching his damn hair so much," you chuckled as you gathered your things.

"You got it, I'll see you later!"

You weren’t quite sure where Indy ran off to, probably somewhere with Sam if you had to guess, but she wanted you to text her when you were done.

Belle: Hey, we’re done. Where are you?

Indy: I’ll be right there.

While you waited for her outside of the trailer you decided to text Dieter.

Belle: Hey! Just wrapped, so I'm headed up.

You figured he was still busy so you had time to quickly freshen up, hopefully with Indy’s help. It made you feel a little intrusive to go into his room without him being there, even if he gave you permission. Your phone buzzed and you looked down expecting to see a text from Indy.

Dieter: nice! We're wrapping up soon, Lizzie wants dessert. You'll beat me but please make yourself comfortable. I'll be there soon.

Dieter: Order yourself some room service…get whatever you want.

“Phew, what a day huh?” You looked up to see Indy who was eyeing you quizzically. “So…what are you getting up to tonight?” She waggled her eyebrows.

You shushed her as you both walked towards the elevators. 

“Well, Dieter gave me this.” You showed her the room key as she tried to stifle her screech.

“Holy fucking shit Belle!”

“Yeah, he told me to go in and make myself at home and order room service,” you giggled, trying to contain your blush.

“How long do you have?” The elevator dinged and you both got in.

“I don’t know, he said that they’re wrapping up but I feel like I don’t have a ton of time.”

“Hmm ok, so a shower is probably out of the question.”

"I need to change out of this, I've been wearing it all day."

As the elevator got to your floor, Indy jumped out and pulled you down the hallway. “Ooo yay! Ok, so what do you wanna wear? Something that's probably easy to take on and off…Ow! That hurt," she giggled as you playfully slapped her arm as she unlocked the door. "Ok, strip, we are doing a full reset."

She made a beeline to your room where she promptly started to rifle through your drawers as you peeled out of your jeans and took your tank top off. 

"Here's this…put this on," she handed you the obnoxious hot pink lace thong she forced you to buy a few months ago when you were looking to spice things up with Ryan. She then tossed you a simple pair of black lounge pants that came to your mid-calf.

"Really, Ind," you held up the thong with an eye roll.

"Yes, and honestly you should be proud of me. I was first going to suggest no underwear at all…and then I was going to give you the volleyball shorts…so this is really good for me. Growth I'd say," she said sarcastically which sent you both into giggles.

Your phone buzzed.

Dieter: We're wrapping up and I'm headed upstairs. You get in ok?

"Fuck, Indy, we need to hurry. He's on his way back."

Belle: Awesome, see you soon. And yeah, all good!

You both frantically looked for a top, deciding that the bra you had on could stay. You bickered back and forth on the top before you landed on an old concert tee even though Indy let you know her annoyance.

"I wanna be comfortable Indy, we are just gonna hang out and watch a movie or something."

"Uh ok sure. Listen, you should probably also lay out your clothes for tomorrow while you're at it," she winked.

You didn't want to put any pressure or expectations on what the night would bring but ultimately decided that future you would appreciate it since you had to get up at an ungodly hour. 

Checking the time, you gave yourself a quick spritz of body spray and pulled your hair out of the clip, letting your loose waves cascade down.

"Shit, I need to go. Wish me luck?"

"You got this babe!" Indy smiled, smacking you on the ass as you walked out. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do! Actually…in this case, yes please, do whatever I would do!" She shouted down the hall.

You had just put the key into the door to unlock it when you heard the elevator ding. You turned your head to see Dieter rushing out, a bottle of something in his hand. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you.

"Hey…I thought you were already here…you changed," he quickly closed the distance between you both, stopping just in front of you. 

"Ha, yea…sorry. Fifteen hours in jeans is my limit," you chuckled.

"Well, I'm not complaining, so don't apologize. I just figured you'd ordered your food already, here let's get inside," he opened the door, ushering you in.

He had changed too. He wore a light-wash pair of jeans with a simple plain, black T-shirt. It was distracting how handsome he looked in such a simple outfit.

"Here, order whatever you want," he handed you the room service menu as he put down the bottle he was carrying and emptied out his pockets onto the kitchen island.

*What ya got there," you nodded toward the bottle.

"Liz got me some sparkling wine, to celebrate the first day of shooting. I…uh…honestly don't drink a lot these days, but I figured maybe we could share it?"

"Y-yea sure!"

He smiled, seeming almost relieved by your answer. He moved to grab a couple of glasses from the cabinet behind you as you kept perusing the menu with your back to him. You didn't notice him approach you, until you felt his hands reach around you, effectively caging you in as he set a wine glass down on either side of you. The warmth you felt on your back from his chest made your breath hitch, and goosebumps followed as you felt him lean forward.

"I missed you," his breath felt hot on your ear.

It made you dizzy how he could go from being cute and flustered one minute to so seductive in a matter of seconds. But here he was kissing your neck, making you forget where you were. You bit down on your lower lip to stop the moan that almost inadvertently came out.

"Decide on what you want?" He said into your neck.

"Hmm…what?"

"To order, anything look good," he pulled away from you and headed around the island to where he left the bottle. You couldn't concentrate on anything other than his forearms as he worked to get the cork popped off. He was oblivious to your ogling and carried on filling your glasses.

"Um. Yeah…let me call it in." You walked over to the phone. "D'you want anything?"

He smirked before shaking his head. "Uh, no I'm ok…for now," he handed you a glass and you clinked them together as you placed an order for a club sandwich and fries. 

"Wanna sit?" He gestured to the couch in the living room once you hung up the phone.

"Oh my goodness, please. I've been wanting to sit all damn day," you sighed.

He smiled and led you to the couch and you sat crisscrossed facing him, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. You both chatted for a bit, catching up on the rest of each other's day while sipping on your drinks as you waited for your food to arrive. It was fun to just relax and laugh, Dieter was so easy to talk to. 

He set his glass down on the coffee table, you noticed that he hadn’t really drunk much of it. Yours was almost empty, making you a bit self-conscious, but you finished it and also placed it down on the coffee table

"So whatd'ya wanna watch?"

"Honestly, whatever is fine. I can't guarantee that I'll stay awake through the whole thing though," you yawned.

"If you're tired, baby, then we can go to sleep after you eat."

Did he say "we"?

"You…ah, you can go to sleep," he shook his head, realizing his slip. "After you eat."

"I wouldn't want to dine and dash on you." You looked up at him through your eyelashes, feeling a bit bolder thanks to the liquid courage.

“Oh we would not want that…c'mere," he leaned back into the crook of the couch, his arms extended inviting you in.

You snuggled your head into his chest, his broad shoulders wrapping you in an embrace. You sat like that for a few moments, feeling the rise and fall of his chest and his heartbeat against your ear.

"Looks like you have some options," he said as he kissed your temple and you felt the prickliness of his beard.

This sweet yet simple gesture shouldn't have affected you the way that it did, but you closed your eyes and tried to regulate your breathing, managing to squeak out, "Mmm, which are?"

"One, after you eat, we could watch a movie and if you fall asleep you fall asleep…here. I'd prefer to tell you goodnight than have to send you a text." You felt him smile into your hairline, giving you another light kiss on the forehead. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Two, you eat, and then go back to your room, which while not my first choice is perfectly acceptable."

"Are those my only options?"

"Hmm. Or, while we wait for your food to get here, we find something a bit more…stimulating…to help keep you awake."

The drop in his vocal register sent an electric current down your whole body. He lightly traced circles on the top of your shoulder with one hand and along your thigh with the other, causing your mind to get foggy.

"Hmm, you pose some c-compelling choices," you shuddered as he shifted to start peppering kisses from your neck down to your collarbone. 

He stopped to look up at you with a smug smile, clearly having fun seeing how his actions affected you.

"Glad to hear. You know, I can help build an even more compelling case if you'd like," his fingers threaded through your hair as he leaned in for a kiss.

Being reunited with his soft lips again made you ache for him. You kissed him back deeply, opening your mouth hoping he'd explore like he did earlier today. His whimpers made you lose all semblance of thought – your body just took over. Before you knew it, you had moved to straddle his lap, which caught both of you by surprise. He stopped to check in on you, searching your eyes as you gave an encouraging smile and a small nod.

I want this. I want him.

His hands moved from your face down your body. You felt the pressure of each of his fingers as he worked his way from your upper back down your spine to your waist, hugging your curves before ultimately stopping on your ass. 

I guess he’s an ass guy.

The urgency of your kisses was enough to give him the license to squeeze and caress you more. Your body responded to his touch and, as if by instinct, you began to rock onto his lap, slowly grinding and feeling his length growing. You were a bit self-conscious at first, but the sounds that caught in his throat continued to encourage you. On one of the passes he made with his hand, he inadvertently caught the hem of your shirt, causing you to tense, and bringing you back to reality.

"Shit, sorry," he quickly pulled back, returning his hands to your waist.

"No, that's ok," you panted. "I-I want you to." You moved his hands to the bottom of your shirt as you looked up at him, his eyes dark. "But c-can we turn the lights down first?" You didn't mean your voice to sound so small when making the request.

He pulled back more, resting his back and head against the couch as his brows furrowed. "Now, why would I want to do that?" He smirked. "I wanna see you baby."

You shook your head and looked down.

Ugh, stop it. You're going to ruin things and make it weird because you can't shut the fuck up.

"I can see the wheels turning sweetheart, tell me what you're thinking," he leaned back up rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

You felt vulnerable and exposed, even though you were still fully clothed. Your insecurities were right at the surface and it felt raw. In other situations, this would have made you completely disassociate and shut down, but Dieter’s concern made you want to chip a bit at the wall you had built.

I guess now is a better time than any.

"Look, I know you told me I didn't have to explain, but I want to…at least some of it…if that's okay." You went to shift off of his lap, but he brought a firm grasp to your hips, keeping you where you were.

"Of course, tell me whatever you feel comfortable with. I'm here," he gave you an encouraging smile.

You took one of his hands off of your hip and interlocked your fingers so you were holding his hand. His thumb went back and forth over the back of your hand to comfort you.

"Sex…intimacy…it’s hard for me, but I'm sure you gathered that already," you chuckled, trying to ease some tension. "It's always kinda been that way…I guess. Some of the…there’s been experiences that have made me hate my body and…I don't know." You shook your head trying to center yourself.

He listened intently to every word you were saying, attempting to keep a neutral but comforting expression. 

"My last relationship…Ryan…he fucked me up in ways I didn't even realize, still don't to be honest. D'you know for the last…fuck…year, that we only had sex with the lights off?" That caused Dieter to scoff and grip your hand even tighter. "Hell, it was almost always over so fast that I usually was able to keep my shirt on, which was for the best honestly. It's like…I was there as a means to an end or something for him, ya know? Which was fine because… after what he'd said…it almost became like a vicious cycle…I…uh, this probably makes no sense." You felt yourself start to ramble, unable to really articulate the full source of your uneasiness, but Dieter's grasp on your arms grounded you.

"Hey…look, Belle…this is definitely gonna be easier said than done, but I want you to approach this, us, with an open mind. I know I don't know the whole story, but I'm not him. I think you're beautiful, so fucking beautiful…will you let me show you how special I think you are?"

Ugh, he busted out those eyes again. I can't resist this man.

You nodded and he tentatively moved one hand up to cup your cheek, leaning forward again and wrapping his other arm around your waist. He started kissing you again, starting off so tenderly before growing more and more passionate. You couldn't help your panting as he tugged on your hair, exposing more of your neck and letting him trail kisses down your chin, to your neck, and across your collarbone. The hand on your waist started to inch its way to the hem of your shirt until eventually his fingertips successfully breached the hem of your shirt and started to skirt upwards. 

Just before his fingertips brushed across your skin, he pulled back to check in with you. You nodded again and he kept his eyes locked on yours as he moved his hands up. You could barely feel his fingers brush against your skin, that's how delicately he was treating you but it was still enough to cause you to shudder. Your breathing picked up and hitched when you felt one of his palms fully secured at your lower back.

"I knew you'd feel soft," he said as he peppered kisses up from your neck to your lips. 

He moved the other hand to where your waist dipped. He rubbed circles with his thumb as you felt the other four fingers each apply just the slightest bit of pressure to move you closer toward him. 

The closer distance allowed you to more easily run your fingers through his hair. You remembered the growl from earlier in the day when you tugged on his curls so you did it again, smiling against his lips when you heard that sound return.

You began to rock your hips again and pressed yourself forward to push him back against the couch so you were towering over him. Again you felt him smile against your lips as he moved both hands to your hips, helping to guide your grinding even more.

The internal battle was starting to wage in your head. Your heart and body wanted to take over and completely pounce on this man. You'd seen his movies and although it was all simulated, if he was even half as talented as his on-screen portrayals showed, you knew you were in for a treat. But, your mind, that pesky thing that never shuts up, started cycling through all of the negative self-talk that has become second nature for you.

This guy has fucked supermodels, who do you even think you are. He's gonna catch one glimpse of your stretch marks and want to gag.

Your weight fluctuated during your relationship with Ryan, sometimes not by the healthiest means. But little offhand comments here and there made you want to hide yourself from him, no matter the size you were. But here, with Dieter, he was radiating warmth and reverence. And you wanted to reward his patience and care.

Pushing aside the negativity, you pulled back and rested both hands on his shoulders, trying to catch your breath. Concern was etched across his face, but it quickly evaporated as you moved your hands down to your shirt and slowly pulled it off. You closed your eyes as you got the fabric over your face and pulled it off of your arm. When you opened your eyes, you weren't prepared to meet Dieter's gaze right away. Your eyes looked down before making an attempt to look at him, nervous to see what his reaction would be.

What you see was him slack-jawed and scanning your body like he was trying to commit every freckle, blemish, and curve to memory. His breath hitched as he looked at you and you felt his hands, which were resting on your thighs, twitch.

You both stayed looking at each other for a few more moments before he cleared his throat. "I fucking told you you were beautiful."

Seeing his reaction, gave you a much-needed confidence boost. If there was anyone who could erase and repair the damage left by Ryan, you felt as if Dieter was the man for it.

"Show me,” you whispered.

Those two words lit a fire in him. He brought both hands up to your face as his lips crashed into yours. He worked one hand down tentatively, gauging your reaction. Not seeing any resistance, he palmed one of your breasts on the outside of your bra. Your whimper was almost instantaneous, causing Dieter to buck up into you. 

His other hand went to move your strap down, but you decided to do one better and undid your bra, letting it fall in between you. Without breaking his gaze, Dieter grabbed it and flung it behind the couch.

"Jesus, baby…you're so fucking gorgeous…better than I imagined, and I have a really active imagination." His chuckle did wonders to break the tension and keep your mind at ease.

He seemed eager to explore the new territory you offered him, kissing down your neck as he palmed one of your breasts, lightly grazing his thumb across your nipple. You could feel the slick pooling between your legs. You felt everything short-circuiting as he took your other breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue. It was a combination of this act and who was doing it to you that was sending you down a pleasurable tailspin. If you didn't know any better, it felt like you could come just by him doing this, but you knew that certainly wasn't happening.

With Ryan, orgasms were few and far between for you. He didn't listen to what you wanted, or care, and he would complain when you took too long. As a result, you got very convincing at faking it, anything to get him to stop and just get it over with. After a while, he stopped waiting for you all together and would just move to get his release and call it a day.

"D-Dieter, I…nghh ahh," you moaned as he moved his mouth to your other breast, which was apparently more sensitive.

"This feel good, baby?" He panted against your skin.

"Mmm, y-yea. I…I, shit."

"Let go, c'mon I got you."

You threaded your fingers through his hair, bringing his face even closer to your chest, if that was even possible. He briefly took the one hand that was teasing your nipple off and grabbed your hip, encouraging you to go back to grinding him like you did earlier. Your breathing picked up and you could feel him, thankful for the thin fabric of your pants which made the friction more intense.

"That's it, baby, c'mon now…" he encouraged.

You surprised yourself by how quickly you felt yourself on the precipse. For the first time, maybe ever, you were fully present. Mind and body connected. As he sucked, licked, and nipped, you felt something snap in your mind, like a damn breaking, and you were reeling, reveling in the ecstasy of your release.

You were all moans and pants, as Dieter whimpered into your skin. You felt him tilt his face ever so slightly so he could watch you come undone and you didn't even care. Your head was thrown back working through the after-effects, as Dieter moved to pepper more kisses up into your neck, whispering praise and telling you how pretty you sounded.

As your breathing regulated, you brought your head back level, looking at Dieter. 

"Baby, that was so fucking hot," he kissed you, one hand at the back of your neck and the other around your waist.

The events of the last few moments caught up to you. You were on Dieter's lap, exposed from the waist up and working yourself down from one of the biggest orgasms you had experienced in years all from his mouth. You wanted to show him some care too and moved to the waistband of his shorts before he stopped you, looking a bit sheepish.

"I…uh, I'm gonna need a minute."

You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he was implying. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm…um, more than okay," he smirked. "Can't remember the last time this has happened, ha, I can usually last a lot longer I swear." He blushed.

And then it hit you. His whimpering and panting weren't to encourage you, it was because he came with you.

"Shit, really? But I didn't even do anything…"

"Oh yeah you did," he chuckled. "You sounded so pretty," he gave you a chaste kiss on the lips. "You felt so fuckin soft," he kissed the tip of your nose. "I…couldn't help myself." He finished off kissing your forehead.

You brought both hands to the back of his neck to bring him in for a kiss, running your fingers through his curls as both of you smiled into the kiss. And then you heard a knock.

“Room service!”

You tensed and then scrambled off Dieter to find your shirt and your bra.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get it…Ah, I’m coming one minute!” he shouted. “Fuck, ah…shit,” he looked down to see a wet spot in his crotch.

“I can get it, don’t worry,” you quickly got your bra back on and threw your shirt on as you padded to the door, opening it to see an older man with a tray. “Hi, thank you so much, I got it!”

He seemed a bit surprised to see you, probably because he had heard Dieter’s voice.

“Here you go, Mrs. Bravo,” he went to roll in the cart before you stopped him.

“Ah, I can just take the tray, thank you so much,” you smiled, wanting to get the door closed as soon as possible. 

Just then, Dieter came up behind you, handing the man a folded-up bill, “Thanks Lou, that will be all.” He stayed pressed against you so you hid the mess that was his jeans.

“Mahalo, Mr. Bravo, have a good night, sir.”

As the door closed, Dieter looked at you with a smirk.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing Mrs. Bravo,” he winked.

“Ha, I was so overwhelmed, I can’t fucking think straight,” you blushed and saw the corners of Dieter’s mouth turn up.

“You can eat on the couch. I’m gonna go…ah…change.”

“Oh sure, yeah, don’t worry about me.”

He carried the tray to the living room, putting it on the coffee table before heading off to his room. You turned your head to watch him just in time to see him pulling his T-shirt over his head. You immediately snapped yourself around so he wouldn’t catch you staring. You saw the slightest glimpse of his back and shoulders and it sent a tingle down your body. You were then thankful for the fact that you were wearing black pants because you knew for sure there would have been a visible wet spot if you had on a lighter color.

You pull the top off of your plate and start to dig into your sandwich. You were mid-bite when you heard footsteps behind you. Dieter had switched into a slouchy dark gray shirt with gray shorts.

“How is it?”

“Mmm, good,” you said through a full mouth. “You’ll have to let me know how much I owe you,” you added once you swallowed your bite.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” he laughed as you rolled your eyes. “How’s Jurassic Park sound?”

“Oh my gosh, yes! But I apologize in advance for quoting it.”

It was cute that he remembered it was your favorite movie. As the opening credits started, Dieter quickly got up and headed to the kitchen. He came back carrying a small box of cookies with a smirk on his face.

“We’ll need something sweet,” he winked.

He helped you finish your fries and once you were done, you leaned back against him on the couch. It felt so natural, so normal, as if you’d done this for years. You felt his chest, firm beneath you as his arms wrapped around you, rubbing up and down your arm. His heartbeat was strong in your ear, and you felt as if it was going a little bit faster than it should. It was his breathing though, that soothed you and lulled you to a relaxed state. Your eyelids started to feel heavy.

“Belle, hey baby.”

Dieter’s voice sounded far away, but you realized it was because you were waking up. You blinked and saw him looking at you, the beautiful John Williams score playing softly in the background over the end credits.

“Hey…sorry I fell asleep, I told you,” you smiled, still trying to wake up. “I should go.”

“You don’t have to, just stay here,” he kissed your temple. “I know that sounds like a line, but we can just sleep…please?” 

Those goddamn puppy dog eyes again. Fuuuuck. Who am I to resist his request?

“We don’t have to do anything, I…it would just be nice to be close to you is all,”

“Uh, yeah sure.”

“Yeah?” He got the biggest grin and when you nodded to confirm, he shot up and brought you with him. He held your hand as he led you down the hall. 

“Ah um, go ahead and make yourself comfortable, I’m going to make sure everything is locked and turned off, kay?”

Dieter left you in his room and you went to the ensuite bathroom to pee. Coming out of the bathroom, you saw Dieter walk into the bedroom. He looked nervous, but excited as he fidgeted with his hands.

“Do you have a preference?” he pointed to the bed.

“Ah, I’ll take this side, I guess. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You both somewhat awkwardly made your way to the opposite sides of his king bed, pulling back the sheets.

Holy fucking shit. I’m getting in bed with Dieter Bravo.

You both crawled in and faced each other.

“Comfy? Need more pillows or anything?” Dieter half got up ready to go fetch whatever you needed.

“N-no, I’m ok.”

“Ok good,” he turned to the nightstand next to him, taking off his glasses and placing them next to his phone as he turned off the lamp. You followed his lead and turned off your lamp too.

He left the blinds open, so the moonlight shone in, illuminating his face. You studied each other’s faces again while exchanging coy smiles. 

“Did you set an alarm?”

“Oh shit, yes, I need to do that.” You got up and reached for your phone double checking that all four of your alarms were set. “Shit, I’m going to need to charge this.”

“Here, use mine,” he reached for your phone, plugging it in once you handed it to him.

When he turned around he moved a little bit closer, resting his hand outside of the covers on your hip. As if the magnetic pull was turned up a notch, you moved yourself closer to him.

He cleared his throat. “I meant what I said, we can just go to sleep. I don’t want you to feel like I’m trying anything.”

“I know.”

“But, can I hold you?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You turned yourself around, moving yourself further back until you felt his chest again. He was so warm, like a furnace. 

“Where do you want my hands - over or under the covers.” He whispered in your ear.

“Under is good with me.”

Your thought you felt his cock twitch at that, but you reasoned away that he was shuffling. 

You didn’t realize how big his hands were until his palm was splayed on your stomach, holding you. It felt so strong, so secure. It didn’t take long before you felt his breathing slow down and you turned your head enough to see his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful as he slept and you wished you could turn to face him just to study his face and commit it to memory. But you didn’t want to move a muscle for fear of waking him. His breathing, low and steady, lulled you off to sleep soon enough.

You stirred at one point in the night, turning before realizing how cold the bed was next to you. You reached out your hand instinctively to feel Dieter’s warmth, but you were met with emptiness. You opened your eyes and noticed the bed was empty and Dieter’s glasses were missing from the nightstand. 

You got up and saw no sign of Dieter in the room.

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A/N: There’s still a lot Belle needs to work through regarding intimacy, so as much as I wanted these two to just go at it and go further, it’s going to take time.

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Aaron being single and all gets the attention of a few ladies around the area. They know he has a daughter. They all be like ‘I’ll be her mommy for him’.

When said women start dating Aaron they barely last a week because y/n scares them away.

Aaron notices and is kinda proud of his daughter being overprotective of him.

She would do pranks like flour in hair dryer, ballon dropped on head full of glue and glitter, laxative in food.

She would act all good girl in front of her dad but when he turns his back it’s game over.

(I Love this one!)

Aaron was lonely, He a man pushing 45 was single with his daughter as his main company, and though he loved you pices the company of a 10 year old can only be tolerated so long, and it wasn't like he wasn't attracting women it was just they never stayed more than a week, and after Diana he simply wasn't willing to put himself through all that again.

Women thought highly of him for being a competent single Dad and thought that you needed a Mommy, and sure you wanted a Mommy, but you could feel that these women didn't really care about you, you were just a stepping stone to Aaron. And you weren't having it.

The first was Linda who was warded off by your posioning of the food with laxitives, sure she could never prove it, but it was you.

The second was Mira scared off by a can of hair spray and a lighter.

The third was Tiff who was a germaphobe, so you being the normal child you were found a dead rat, came home to find her sitting on the couch, and threw it at her.

Of course Aaron didn't know about these events, if he had he would chastise you, but from his perspective he simply could not keep a woman.

Aaron: "I don't know what wrong? Am I just past my prime?"

Jeff: "I mean yeah, your 45"

Aaron: "I know I know, but It's like I got some lady I see once of twice and once I bring her home, she's gone"

Jeff: "You think it's the house?"

Aaron: "What is wrong with my house?!"

Jeff: "I don't know, it might spook her off"

Aaron: "There is nothing wrong with my home, and besides what would you know, you haven't been in the game for 10 years now you got Rio"

Jeff: "Yeah...I am lucky aren't I"

Aaron: "Ay! Keep your mind on one thing!"

Jeff: "Do you think...maybe it's Y/n?"

Aaron: "What do you mean?"

Jeff: "Sometimes when you aren't around she starts acting a menace"

Aaron: "Ha, your lying"

Jeff: "No man seriously, Miles says she's running a gum black market at school, dealing it out her piece for pocket change"

Aaron: "Come on man that's harmless"

Jeff: "MULTIPLE times I've had teachers come up and tell me how Y/n's been caught stealing from the school"

Aaron: "Oh really? And what she stealing?"

Jeff: "Paint, markers, a stapler, a chair"

Aaron: "If any of this is true, why haven't been told?"

Jeff: "Because all the teachers are to busy fawning over you! I'm telling you man Y/n is a little devil"

Aaron: "I think you and I are talkin bout different people" He rolls his eyes, but later in the day he can't stop thinking about what Jeff said, were you a different person when he was gone?

So he started watching you a little more, some would call it stalking, but is it really stalking if it's your own daughter? So he found himself observing you from across the road of Brooklyn Middle, and just as Jeff said, handing out bits on gum, and being handed change, but that was just small, kids stuff right? And he was proud that you were only ten and already a hustler, but were you also a thief?

That Friday Once school ended and he was waiting for you outside the gate having you rush over to him come home time noticed you were struggling to carry along your bag.

Aaron: "You want to me to carry that for you?"

Y/n: "No, It's fine"

Aaron: "You sure? it looks heavy"

Y/n: "Really Pa I'm good"

Suspicious

Later that night Aaron found himself sifting through your bag, only at the bottom to find a selcection of books, that weren't yours? He took out the books and placed them on the dinner table and waited for Saturday morning to confront you, and come Saturday morning you emerged from your room with tired little eyes to see your school bag had been emptied onto the table, and your stolen books had been found.

Aaron: "explain yourself"

Y/n: "Uhhhhh....Those are Floras...she asked me to hold them for her"

Damm she's a bad lair.

Aaron: "Y/n, This" He held up a thick textbook. "Is a Arabic language revision book"

Y/n: "Yeah?"

Aaron: "Flora dose not speak Arabic, if your going to lie to me least have it be consistent"

Y/n: "You don't Know she might" Your Dad raised an eyebrow at you, where you really going to try spin this?

Aaron: "get back in your room"

Y/n: "What?"

Aaron: "get back to your room, now, you can come out when your ready to tell me the truth"

Y/n: "Bu-"

Aaron: "Back! Now"

Y/n: "Fine! Whatever"

Aaron: "Don't whatever me young lady!"

It had been two hours now and still neither of you were budging, your Dad would pop in your room and ask 'You ready to talk?' To wtich he had met radio silence from you and a blank stare.

And he thought to maybe call some of his old flings, as them how they were, catch up.

Calling Mira...

ring

ring

Mira: "What do you want?"

Aaron: "Hii Mira...I know it's been awhile since we last tak-"

Mira: "What do you want Aaron?"

Aaron: "I was just wondering if you'd like to come round and have dinner, we could catch up"

Mira: "You still got that daughter of yours?"

Aaron: "uh Yes?"

Mira: "I am not gonna put my self round that psychotic little girl of yours-"

Aaron: "Excuse me?"

Mira: "Good bye Aaron, Don't be calling me again til you get rid of that thing!"

Aaron: "The Fuc-"

Call ended

Calling Tiff

ring

ring

Tiff: "You got alot of nerve calling me Aaron"

Aaron: "you just picked up and you already mad?"

Tiff: "What do you want?""

Aaron: "Damm, you are you so mad?"

Tiff: "Your child threw a dead animal at me"

Aaron: "Sorry, what?"

Tiff: "Did I stutter?"

Call ended

Aaron didn't need to call Linda to see a pattern forming, you were a diffrent person when he turned his back...but what now? He knew you were stealing things you simply didn't need, and throwing dead animals at people and scaring off all the women, he re entered your room.

Aaron: "Y/n"

Y/n: "Yes?"

Aaron: "You gonna tell me why I just got off the phone with Tiff, and she told me you threw a dead animal at her?"

...

Aaron: "Well did you?"

Y/n: "...No"

Aaron: "Don't lie to me girl I leave you at Auntie Rio's house and we both know how that gose If I tell her what you've been doing"

Y/n: "...maybe "

Aaron: "WHY?!"

Y/n: "Because...just because?"

Aaron: "Just because? Your gonna have to come up with a better answer than that before I start meting dolls"

Y/n: "Melt them...Mom will just buy me more"

Aaron: "Well Maybe You'd just like to live with Diana wouldn't you?"

Y/n: "Maybe I would"

Aaron: "Really? Really you wanna go stay with your Mom?"

Y/n: "Maybe I DO!"

Aaron: "Fine, start packing a bag because you ain't living here no more"

Y/n: "FINE"

Aaron: "FINE!" He slammed the door, realising he, a grown man pushing 40 had just stepped down to the level of his 10 year old, he heard rummaging coming from your room only for you to burst out the door with a suitcase ready to leave.

Y/n: "I'm ready, when do we leave?"

...

Aaron: "I-Baby I was kidding-"

Y/n: "Well I wasn't, I wanna stay with Mom"

Aaron: "...Well I'm not gonna shofer you there"

Y/n: "Fine, I'll go there myself" You declared as you went to make your dramatic exit, Aaron thought you were just pulling a stunt, you would drop the bag and aplogise, until he saw you turn the knob and begin to step out.

Aaron: "NOPE" He grabbed you by the back of your shirt and hoisted you up into the air and you flinged yourself around trying to get free.

Y/n: "PUT ME DOWN!!"

Aaron: "I did not fight for majority custody just for you to throw it back in my face!" He yelled as he plopped you back into your room shutting the door on you and keeping your packed bag, holding the door closed as you hit it with your tiny 10 year old fists.

Y/n: "LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!"

Aaron: "You keep yellin your just staying in there longer!"

GIVE ME MORE SUGGESTIONS!!!

[lionmythflower]

Peter pettigrew hcs

he's trans :)

genderqueer and doesn't care what pronouns ppl use for him but he prefers he/they

He's a pudgey little thing but he's fine with it

He's a PROUD 2 inches taller than Sirius lol

asexual (him and evan bond over this)

He brings the best snacks on road trips

Will forget everything but the smallest of details

Like oh he can't really remember ur name but he does know that you played soccer for 2 years when you were in primary school

Hates the snow. Absolutely despises it (same)

Would have loved Lord of the rings

autistic but like the type that like when he tells ppl they're like "rlly? You don't seem autistic."

Hates running with a burning passion

had an eating disorder at some point but he got help for it

Still wears makeup and stuff even though he's trans bc fuck gender roles :)

He's first friends were James and Marlene (I heard someone say barty as well and I love that)

Hates the nickname wormy but is fine with wormtail

Constantly has seasonal allergies

Panic attacks

Yk the one person in troto that plays Peter? Ya that is hands down the best face claim/fan cast

Knows how to crochet

I feel like music would help calm him down

Like during panic attacks or stuff like that

Has hair that's like down to his shoulders but layers

100% had a crush on james when they were kids

Peter,evan, and barty are all besties

PANDORA AND PETER GOSSIP TOGETHER

Peter is the only one that all the girls get along with lmao

So Peter is invited to every girls night bc they love him

He clenches and unclenches his fists when he's angry (HELP THAT ONE MEME PLS)

He knows EVERYTHING. and I mean EVERYTHING. who's dating who, who has a crush on who, who doesn't like who, who pretends not to like who. He knows it all

So does pandora and sometimes lily and they all gossip

Peter, Evan and lily are js a group of trans asexuals. No I will not explain

(I lied, I will explain a bit) "My ribs are bruised again" "same" "lol can't relate" "fuck you Evans" "ilyt rosier" (Peter, Evan, lily, Evan, lily)

Benji is his queer platonic partner :)

HE'S SO GOOD AT COOKING

LIKE EXTREMELY GOOD

Peter cooks for Remus when the full moon hits

And he cooks for james when he's feelings down

and he cooks for Sirius when he's having trouble in anyway w smth

Idc what u say all the marauders loved Peter and they were all equal

Peter would he such a gas lighter 😭😭

"Wdym? That's always been there. Your imagining things. "

Peter and reg are pretty good friends actually lol

"He was a death eater tho!!!" Ok and?

Peter would do that thing where if he's lying down and doing smth he'll always have one arm in the air. No one knows why he does this but their js used to it at this point

Anxiety is a bitch and Peter has it

Ppl thinks he's kinda slow sometimes but it's js cuz he needs to triple check everything and needs clear instructions bc he doesn't want to mess anything up

Would have so many pillows

He loves plants

And mushrooms

James, Marlene and him are all trans and they transitioned together

Painted nails>>>>>

He would have different themes for he's nails each time he painted them

The moon phases for Remus, Suns for james, constellations for Sirius and regulus, stars for Marlene, flowers for lily, and hearts for Mary (her name means beloved), roses for evan, snakes for barty, jewels for Dorcas, Ravens for Benji, and crystals n spirals for pandora

He also paints Evan's nails

He's always tapping little patterns on everything and sometimes he's friends will notice and try to tap the same pattern (it normally takes them a while to figure it out)

Fidgets a lot

Everyone thinks that Peter and Sirius are not as good as friends are they are w the rest of the marauders but in reality, Sirius and Peter will js playfully insult each other (nothing that will actually hurt but there are a lot of death threats<3) and laugh abt it later

"Oi, Pete, you look a lot like a rat!" "I will tear you limb from limb siri" "the feeling is mutual"

He would also love vines as a type of room decor

Okie that's all who should I do next??? Pandora or lily?? Or sm1 else???

[persphonesorchid]

Mark Of The Arcane || Chapter Four ||

↣ Summary; Centuries before, in the times of the ancient Kings, a prophecy was heard. When the three kingdoms of Valerem fall to ruins, their saviour would come in blinding starlight. Who is this saviour, you may ask? None other than Min Yoongi, who was too busy being late to work to realize he definitely wasn’t on earth anymore.

↣ Part: Chapter Four; Lessons in History

↣Word count: 6.8k

↣Warnings: Yoongi and his anxiety, Seokjin is a little prickly.

Chapter Archive | Masterlist

Notes: Hello all! Welcome back to MOTA! I'm so sorry about the wait, writing this fic is a lot lol. There's so much to describe and so much to get done. From here on out the chapters will be much longer than the previous ones, as I don't want the series to drag out too much and it's not meant to be a long series anyway. So I'll try my best to get as much into a chapter before moving on. Things are s little slow right now, but i promise the exciting stuff will start soon! I really hope you all enjoy! Feedback is very much appreciated and encouraged! Let me know what you think!

Yoongi follows behind Seokjin, gazing around at the difference of the hallway as he does. Earlier, the opposite side of the wall mirrored the side he came out of; a line of mahogany doors as far as he could see.

Now where the doors were, are windows in intervals. Tall arched panes of glass stained blue at the tops, and through them he could just make out the edge of a town far away and below. It’s mostly forest he could see, the tops of tall green trees and birds with strange long tails darting about to settle as the sun drags the moon into the sky.

The walls are greystone, and within the spaces between each window held a navy blue banner that comes halfway down the wall. The crest at the center is intricate; a mix of a lighter blue and gold, a golden sword spears downward into a crown near the hilt of the blade. Just below the crown is what Yoongi would describe as a fancy snowflake, surrounded by little wisps of small golden patterns, and wings sprouting at the sword's end. It’s all surrounded by blue and golden leaves that follow the upward arch of the wings.

It’s an enlarged version of the crested clasp of his cloak.

He hadn’t realized he stopped to stare at it until Seokjin whistled at him from further up the hallway. He jogs a little to meet him.

“They’re designed to confuse.” Seokjin says as Yoongi falls in step with him.

“Huh?”

“The hallway was different when you first came out, right?” Seokjin glances at him and then waves a hand at the wall. “They’re imbued with magic. A precaution His Majesty took years ago in case of a siege from outside forces. You’re not a threat, so it looks as normal as it does to everyone else.”

Yoongi isn’t sure if that’s an insult or not, being called non threatening. To Seokjin though, he’s certain he looks like a newborn foal trying to take his first steps into a world he doesn’t understand. So, he supposes it’s not an incorrect word choice.

Seokjin leads him through a door, and down another hallway. Unlike the hallway before, this one was teeming with people.

It’s mostly women, bustling around, some carrying what Yoongi assumes to be cleaning supplies, others pushing little carts with silver trays and platters. Most of them barely pay him mind, but stop briefly to incline their heads at Seokjin. They’re all wearing white and something blue: one girl that looked like she should be sitting in a classroom wizzes by, a navy blue ribbon tied into her frizzy hair; another with a blue armband calling after her.

The chatter of that hallway fades once it’s behind another closed door, and Yoongi follows Seokjin down a flight of spiral stairs.

“I’m taking you to Hoseok, do try to remember the way. I won’t be around to show you every time.” Seokjin’s words are a little clipped and Yoongi gets the feeling he doesn’t like him very much. He doesn’t want to be here anyway, much less be up in anyone’s hair causing issues.

He’s not too certain what Seokjin is, and finds himself staring at his ears rather than actually memorizing directions. He asked if he was an elf and he was offended, he’s not sure what else he’s supposed to think.

Seokjin stops at a door and knocks twice before pushing it open. The first thing Yoongi notices is how clean it smells. It burns his nose a little as he walks in, looking around at what clearly is a medical room.

There’s two shelves against the wall, one filled with thick tomes, and the other stacked with bottled things. Off to the left is a curtained area, and on the wall, charts of anatomy and other things that Yoongi couldn’t make sense of.

There’s another door on the far right of the room, closed with a little plaque that says ‘Private’ in small bold letters. Tucked near the wall is a desk, more books arranged neatly in a pile, papers under a bottle of something or the other to keep them there.

The door opens and Hoseok steps through it, still wearing his white coat and startled seeing Yoongi and Seokjin there.

“Oh – you guys scared me.” He presses a hand to his chest, “Jin, you haven’t seen Yoselin, have you? I’m afraid I may have upset her...”

“She’s still trying to get you to mentor her?”

Hoseok sighs, “She doesn’t have the affinity for it, but she’s stubborn. And with her sister being one of my students it’s made her feel left out.”

“She’ll come to... I’ve brought him for you.” He gestures to Yoongi, and turns on his heel to leave, “Oh, show him the way back please, I’ve got other things to get done before late.”

Hoseok waves him off with a hand and then he was gone.

“You don’t look so out of place anymore,” Hoseok smiles, “Take your cloak off and then you can get settled over there for me.”

Yoongi does as he’s told and takes his cloak off, shuffling over to the curtained area. He pulls the curtain back and there’s a bed that resembles a hospital bed where he came from. There’s hinges on the sides that make it so that the bed can be adjusted, and Yoongi sits on the end of it while Hoseok gathers some things from his desk.

He comes over not long after, holding a strange glass ball that glows a pale green. “How are you feeling?”

“Alright...” Yoongi mutters and Hoseok hums.

“Headache?”

“Gone.” Though, even as he says this, Yoongi could feel it at his temples, just not bad enough to be a bother.

“Stay very still.” Hoseok says, lifting his hand with the glass ball to Yoongi’s forehead, checks something, and then presses it against his chest. There’s a warm sort of feeling coming from it that he could feel even through his shirt. “Okay...”

Hoseok moves away briefly, walking back to his desk and sets the ball down. Yoongi watches in amazement as it floats a little above the surface of the table top. “Uh...what is that exactly?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s an essence meter. It measures your arcane magic intake levels.” He comes back over with a book, it’s thick and has little colorful page markers sticking out of the pages. “So far, you’re stable. But it can fluctuate as your body gets used to it, so if you feel sick you need to tell me.”

Yoongi nods, rubbing his hands along his thighs. He’s still so confused about everything, but he’s trying his best to take it as it comes and not dwell on it too much. Hoseok settles on a chair, sitting a little lower than Yoongi is, opening the book to a page and pulls a black feather quill out of an inside pocket of his coat.

“I’m going to ask you a few things, just procedure, don’t worry. Then you’re free to go.”

Hoseok asks him basic medical questions, and jots it all down in his book. It didn't take too long, and soon he was handing him a glass vial no longer than his index finger. The little things inside tink softly against the glass, they look like dried pieces of root, a reddish brown color.

“If you get any more headaches, you can put one of these in hot water. It’s what I gave you earlier.”

Yoongi grimaces at the memory, a phantom bitterness at the back of his throat. He nods, tucking the vial away into the pocket of his pants.

“Try to get as much rest as possible, too. Your body has to regulate your magic intake. You can come back every three days so I can see how it’s going.”

Hoseok ushers him to the door, patting his shoulder softly, “Oh, and don’t worry about Seokjin. He’ll warm up to you.” He opens the door and Yoongi almost walks right into another person.

The young man takes a stumbling step back as though Yoongi had bumped into him, and he almost reaches out to steady him. He does so himself, pressing a hand against the door frame and side steps so Yoongi could pass.

He looks a little sickly, dark circles under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in days, and his cheeks blotchy. He offers Yoongi a kind smile regardless.

“Ah, Taehyung...I was just coming to get you. You don’t have to walk all the way here, you know.” Hoseok says, and as Yoongi steps out, Taehyung steps into the room and the door falls shut.

Yoongi thinks he could manage getting himself back to his room. He refastens the clasp of his cloak and retraces his steps. Back up the spiral staircase and into the hallway, luckily finding the right door, to the hallway filled with people still bustling around, Yoongi can only assume that they’re the servants of this place. As much as that thought throws him for a loop, these people look happy as they move about doing their tasks.

While no one had spared him a glance when he walked through here earlier with Seokjin, everyone he passes by pauses minutely to stare. He keeps his head down and tries his best to make it through without being in anyone’s way.

Night had fully fallen, and the scones embedded into the walls had been lit, casting a warm glow along every surface.

“Your Highness, please. The King will have me hanging by my toes in the courtyard.” A short, plump woman steps out of a door, and Yoongi stops just before he could run into her. Her hair is dark, held tightly at the top of her head in the neatest bun Yoongi’s ever seen. There’s a small towel slung over her shoulder, another hanging from the pocket of her navy blue apron.

You’re trailing behind her, both your hands on her shoulders and a bright, broad smile on your face. You step with her, clinging to her back like a baby monkey.

“He’ll do no such thing.” You laugh, and you press a kiss to her rosy cheek, “Please, Esther. If you do this for me, I’ll love you forever.”

Esther swats at you with her towel, pursing her lips. “You say that every time you little Lumispore.” She says shaking her head before sighing resolutely when you bat your eyelashes at her, “Alright, alright. Now, go on, some of us have work to do.”

“Thank you! I’m forever in your debt, my lady.” You tug at the skirts of your silk dress and curtsy, laughing as you pull back when Esther swings her towel at you again.

Esther turns and Yoongi steps aside, but her dark eyes are pinned on him and she tuts, “You’re the new lad? Goodness, you're skin and bones!”

She squeezes gently at Yoongi’s arms and he feels heat rise to his cheeks, “I’ll tell Wooyoung to make sure you get hearty meals... put some meat on you.” She shakes her head, and pats his cheek softly, “Don’t worry child, you’re in good hands.”

She smiles, a twinkle in her eyes before she’s going up the hall, “Rina, you know very well where those go!”

“Sorry about her, she’s a mother hen.” You say softly, smiling, “I hope she didn’t offend you?”

“Oh, no. No, she’s fine.” He’ll probably admit it out loud later, but it’s nice to have someone worry about him. She reminds him of Mrs Li, waddling off and chatting with the younger servants.

“Did you visit Hoseok?” You’re walking in the direction he’s heading and Yoongi’s not sure if it’s okay to walk in step with you, so he walks a couple behind, but still close enough to hear you. “How is your magic intake?”

“Hoseok says that it’s stable for now...” He watches as you wave off everyone that stops to bow or curtsy. You’re quite quick on your feet, and Yoongi’s somewhat glad to see that you’re wearing shoes this time. Even with the amount of people walking about, he could feel a cold draft coming through the slightly cracked windows.

“That’s good, an overflow of magic can be dangerous.” You nod to yourself, reaching the door at the beginning of the hallway and pushing it open with a hand.

“Do you know a lot about it?”

“Magic? Or, do you mean healing?” You chuckle, holding the door open until he steps through. “Healing was part of my studies. As for magic, everyone knows a lot about it.” You shrug a shoulder, and then look behind you.

“Oh, you don’t have to walk so far behind me.” You stop walking and wait until Yoongi steps where you’ve stopped before you fall into step with him. “I’m not that kind of royal.”

“Sorry.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, don’t apologize.”

Yoongi’s back to thinking that maybe he really did get drugged and stepped into some sort of weird lucid dream. He’s never paid much mind to fairytales, or Princesses for that matter, but you’re surely acting like one. Though, he’s read stories where royals are absolute assholes, and he supposes he may have expected a bit of that. A holier than thou attitude.

Back where he comes from, he’s sure you’re the type of princess that ends up in a Disney movie; beautiful and empowering and encouraging young girls to be kind.

“Hobi said where you came from doesn’t have magic.” You say softly, turning your head to look at him, “What’s it like?”

“Well...” Yoongi wouldn’t say there isn’t any magic where he came from. People find magic in all sorts of things, like first snows or four leaf clovers. People find magic in other people, children find magic in Christmas. But this place is different, magic in a literal sense, and if he thinks about it too much he’ll have another headache. “It’s nothing like this.”

“Must be strange...being here, I mean.”

“You have no idea.”

You’ve led him back to the hallway where his room is, quiet for a moment. “Oh! Right. You’ll need to learn how to properly control your arcane and be able to use it.”

“Um...” Yoongi feels a dull twinge of pain where his arcane sits. He has no idea how he’ll start to understand how to do that.

“Don’t look so frightened.” You chuckle softly, “I’ll be teaching you. And we won’t start right away, your magic intake would be a little weird for a while so it’s safer for everyone that we don’t attempt anything.”

Yoongi only nods, standing now, a little awkwardly.

“Are you hungry? I can have dinner brought to you.” You ask softly. He isn’t , but he doesn’t want to be rude by declining.

“I’d invite you to the dining hall but I think that would be too much for you right now.” You say, “And my father is a bit...” You shake your head, smiling again, although it seems a bit tense, “Go in, I’ll be right back.”

You step past him, going down a different hall than the one you’d both come from and Yoongi steps back into his room. He takes his cloak off, hanging the thick material on a hook near the door with a sigh. His eyes land on the book he left on the nightstand, walking over to sit on the bed.

He’d have to resign himself to not getting home any time soon. It’s better if he accepts it and moves forward as nothing could be done at the moment. He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself, suddenly thrust into this world with a prophecy over his head. It’s almost too much.

Yoongi is accustomed to just billowing through life, trying to move with the world lest it move on without him. It was easy, growing up in an orphanage and struggling to get by with the little he had. He’s never blamed his parents – whoever they are – for giving him up, he was fine without a mother’s comfort and a father’s guidance. He didn’t have anyone to make proud or anyone’s shoes to fill. It makes sense now, somewhat.

He feels like a kid who’s dressed in his father’s clothes pretending to be a man. Like someone put a pair of shoes at his feet and told him to wear them even if they’re too big for him. The weight of this world feels heavy on his shoulders, as though he’s an ant trying to lift a building.

How is he supposed to go along and be this savior everyone expects him to be? He doesn’t even know what he’s supposed to be saving them from. Some form of darkness that hasn’t been seen in centuries?

Being sent here would be no problem without all this extra shit on top of it.

Yoongi presses his fingers against the spot on his ribs where his arcane mark sits. He’s never complained about his life being ordinary, completely okay with nothing exciting happening. So of course this happens.

He’s thinking too much.

Just as he lays back into the soft linen sheets, there’s a knock on his door. It opens just a bit and your head pops through the gap. Yoongi sits back up as you open the door wider and wheeled in a silver cart before you.

“Hoseok said it’s okay for you to eat something heavier now.” You say, pushing the door closed, “I didn’t know what you’d like so I brought a bit of everything.”

You push the cart over, there’s two covered silver trays and two tall glasses filled with what Yoongi hopes is just water.

You uncover the first tray and there’s a plate of steamed potatoes, braised beef and sautéed carrots and what he would call broccoli if the little tree type things weren’t purple. There’s a little bowl with a fluffy looking pastry with a dollop of pinkish cream in the dipped center, another bowl with short grain rice garnished with something red and flaky and a smaller plate with two filets of fried fish.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ate with you?” You ask, uncovering the other tray that had a spread that mirrors his own.

“I don’t...”

You smile, reaching down to the other compartment of the cart, handing him utensils wrapped in soft blue cloth. You move away for a bit, and stare at the table tucked against the wall in the corner of the room with a hand on your hip and then back at the cart. Catching your train of thought, Yoongi gets up and pushes the cart over.

“Oh! I would’ve done it.”

“It’s alright.” He could push a cart, darn it. He feels like he’s being coddled, by a Princess no less. He doesn’t need to feel like he can’t do anything on top of everything else. He sets the plates, bowls and glasses of water on the table and then moves the cart out of the way before going back across the room to grab the other chair that Hoseok had left near his bedside.

He waits until you’re sitting to do the same, but isn’t sure which side of his food to start from. He picks up the bowl of rice and starts there, the red flakes are spicy.

“Was the book any interesting?” You’re eating the pastry first, scooping out the cream at the center with a small spoon. You motion at the book on his nightstand with a tilt of your head.

The fish is well seasoned and quite distracting, and Yoongi nods, “It didn’t tell me much about anything really...just why my...arcane was created...”

You hum softly, “Well, records on your arcane have been lost for centuries, there isn’t much to know about it unfortunately.” You finish off the pastry, “And there isn’t anyone that could teach you how to properly use it, with it being a pure arcane.”

“Pure arcane?”

“There are no subfields.” You say, and when Yoongi gives you a confused tilt of his head you catch yourself. “Ah. Well...before everything was The Firsts. We’re not entirely sure where they originated from, but they were the first arcane users. Their arcanes were the elements, my ancestor Incra, was the first wind arcane user. While the other elements broke off into subfields, there are rare arcanes that only occur once.

My arcane is hereditary, it's never been bestowed to anyone outside the royal bloodline. Which in itself makes it pure, though, it’s easy for me since everything I need to know about it was recorded.”

“So...how am I supposed to learn how to use it?” Yoongi worries at his bottom lip with his teeth, food forgotten.

“Esther wields a fire arcane, it’s somewhat similar to yours even with how different they are. She’ll be helping me.”

“Right...”

He’s halfway through his steamed potatoes, and you eat quietly across from him. He pokes at the beef with his fork, setting aside the purple broccoli with a little frown. Who knows what that would do.

He supposes he’ll have to get used to this rich food. Not that he hasn’t had something of the like before, it’s just working as a barista isn’t all that freeing; splurging on fancy things like beef was a rare occurrence. That, and most of the money he had to spare went into his savings.

“Y/n...?” Yoongi calls with uncertainty, even though you told him to address you by name. You look up from your plate, humming in question, a brow raised slightly. “Can you tell me anything more about the prophecy?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m sorry. There’s only one record of it and not a lot of people have seen it. Some people don’t even know there is a prophecy.” You chuckle a bit and then grow somber, eyes looking a little sad, “I know this must be hard for you... You’ve been taken away from your life and suddenly everything’s being thrown at you.”

“It’s...” Yoongi sighs, leaning back into the chair, “I’ll manage.”

You stare at him for a moment more, clearly wanting to say something else before you shake your head. “You should eat that,” you point at his untouched pastry with the end of your fork, and Yoongi’s grateful for the change of subject. “It’s amazing. The cream is made from eclipse berries and Duiox milk.”

“What milk?” Yoongi eyes the pastry like it would grow a head and start doing the tango.

“Duiox...it’s like a cow...but they have tusks...you don’t have those?”

After dinner, you say goodbye at the door, pushing the cart back outside his room. You seem a little reluctant to leave as you step outside, fiddling with the silk sleeves of your dress.

“How about a tour tomorrow? If you’re feeling well enough?” You ask, settling the cart against the wall, but your hands never leave the handle.

“That’d be nice.” Yoongi offers a smile. That’d be great actually, it’d be better for him to learn his way around this place if he’s going to be staying.

“Great! I’ll come fetch you after breakfast.” And with that you’re gone, pushing the cart up the hallway and Yoongi watches you leave.

The morning greets Yoongi with a whistled song, a beam of sunlight lighting a stripe along the marble floor. He groans softly as he wakes, a headache thrumming at his temples and behind his eyes when he opens them to squint.

There’s a strange looking bird on the windowsill, hopping along it, chirping softly. The rising sun sets its plumes ablaze in emerald and a sheen of pink, and Yoongi watches as it ruffles its feathers and flies off.

There’s a knock at his door that disturbs the quiet and sends the headache bouncing in his head. He doesn’t think it’s you, as you would poke your head in after waiting a moment. The knock comes again and Yoongi’s forced to get up, shuffling towards the door.

There’s a young servant girl behind it, her eyes wide and blue when he opens the door. She’s brought him breakfast, hidden under silver trays and tells him to simply leave the cart outside when he’s done.

He pulls the cart into his room, finding a breakfast of porridge, toasted bread, scrambled eggs and sliced fruit.

Under the second tray is a porcelain tea set, a small holder with cubes of sugar and another with milk. There’s little mesh bags that smell like spices, which he leaves reluctantly, instead, dropping one of the roots that Hoseok had given him into the teacup. He pours the water over it and watches the steam rise from the cup, giving it time to draw as he eats.

He chews on the crust of a toast slice, watching the water turn auburn. He drinks it quickly, and tries to ignore the bitterness of it.

When he’d finished his breakfast, he left the cart outside as he was told. Before he’d gone to bed last night, a few maid servants brought him clothes that they’d tucked into the wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room, and showed him where the bathroom was. Embarrassingly, the door was hiding behind white drapes he thought were just there for some sort of decoration.

The clothes he received were mostly black and white, and they all incorporated navy blue somehow. He’s guessed by now that’s just the colour scheme of this place. He pulls out a neatly folded black long sleeve tunic, the strings that hold the v-cut of the collar closed the same navy blue as the glittering trimmings of the hem, and black cotton pants that he’ll have to fold at the ankles.

There’s a couple of soft towels folded and tucked into the bottom corner of the wardrobe, and he hugs everything to his chest and makes his way to the bathroom.

The bathroom is large, shelves jutting out of the wall beside a mirror filled with an assortment of bath oils and scented candles. The white marble of the floor shimmers with golden swirls, and the sunken bathtub in the middle of the room is big enough to fit four people standing five feet apart.

The silver faucet at the foot of the tub hums before it spits water when he turns the knob, steam rising and curling into the air. He sets his clothes and towel down, standing before the shelf to pick two of the oils he thinks smells the best.

There’s one that smells strangely of apricot and cinnamon, and one of mint leaves and a label that promises to soothe aches and pains. He pours a bit of each into the water and sinks into it with a sigh.

And Yoongi stays there until the light of the sun seems a bit brighter, no longer hiding behind trees and early morning mist. The sounds that float from outside through the cracked window aren’t half as mindful, as everyone is starting to wake up and go about their day. It’s different to the sounds he’s used to: honking cars and the buzz of traffic, people yelling, his neighbour’s stomping steps in the apartment above him. It’s quieter, the world wakes gently; he likes the change.

He feels different today, the jitter of his nerves had calmed some since last night, the headache he woke with was all but a memory that would be back later, he’s sure. He thinks that at some point between last night and waking, he’s accepted what his life is to be now. The weight of so many people’s lives apparently in his hands, the pressure that he’s certain would come with learning the workings of his arcane, the fact that he may never go back home. All of it.

He stays in the bath until his fingers are prunes and the water is cold, and his hair is a little short of damp; drying in a frizzy mess. He steps out of the tub, watching as the water magically drains away. He dries off and gets dressed, the clothes sticking to his damp skin where the swipe of the towel missed and steps out. He leaves the door open so that the air can flow through the room, filling his bed space with the scent of apricot and cinnamon.

When he's rolling his socks on and tucking the ends of his pants into the top of his boots, there’s a soft knock on his door. He expects the pause that comes after as much as he expected the door to open and you poking your head in.

You smile when you spot him, and Yoongi’s afraid that at some point, he’ll get too used to it. Your dress is silk and pale yellow today, a blue ribbon twisted into the braid of your hair.

“Good morning,” You greet at the door, not coming in and Yoongi wonders why, “Did you sleep well?”

There’s a murmur somewhere behind you that makes you look over your shoulder and roll your eyes, “Stop that.”

Yoongi stands, and at his approach you pull away from the gap in the door, and he finds Seokjin there too, leaning against the adjacent wall.

“If you’re going to be annoying you may as well find something else to do, Jin.” You say, turning to face Seokjin as Yoongi steps out of the room.

Seokjin points a finger to himself, looking offended, “Me? Annoying? I’m a joy to be around!”

“Yes. Whenever you’re not being like....whatever it is you’re being now.” You wave a hand at him, pursing your lips.

“It's my job to follow you around, Your Highness.” Seokjin retorts, crossing his arms over his chest, “I can’t just leave you alone with a stranger.”

“I’ll be fine.” You say a little testily, and Yoongi eyes dart between you and Seokjin as you have a stare off. He suddenly feels like he shouldn’t be standing here listening, feeling awkward and not sure what to do with his hands.

“I’ll walk five steps behind.” Seokjin says, moving a little ways away and counting his steps for you to hear, much to your evident annoyance.

You sigh through your nose, shaking your head before you turn to Yoongi. “There’s a lot to see, come on.”

You lead him through different hallways, showing him different rooms and different things of cultural significance, and Yoongi tries his best to keep up with it all. Seokjin is still walking five steps behind, and every now and then he could feel the weight of his gaze.

The library within the palace is expansive, the grandeur of its size evident as you step into the room. Rows of towering bookshelves line the walls, their mahogany frames gleaming softly in the ambient light filtering through stained glass windows. Yoongi’s eyes widen as he takes in the vast collection of leather-bound tomes and ancient scrolls neatly arranged on polished wooden tables.

You gesture towards the rows of books, your voice carrying a note of reverence as you speak. “This is the heart of the palace’s knowledge, where centuries of history and wisdom are preserved.” As you lead Yoongi deeper into the library, you pause occasionally to point out notable works or elaborate on the significance of certain texts.

Yoongi’s expression shifts from curiosity to awe as he absorbs the wealth of information surrounding him. He finds himself immersed in the quiet serenity of the library, captivated by the timeless treasures it holds within its walls.

As you guide Yoongi further into the library, the scent of aged parchment and ink hangs in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of polished wood. Sunlight streams through ornate windows, casting ethereal patterns of light and shadow across the rows of shelves.

You pause beside a particularly ornate display case, its glass surface protecting delicate manuscripts and artifacts. “These are some of the rarest and most valuable pieces in our collection,” you explain, your voice hushed with reverence.

Yoongi leans in closer, his gaze drawn to the intricately illuminated manuscripts and ancient relics within the case. He reaches out tentatively, as if hesitant to disturb the timeless beauty before him.

As you continue the tour, weaving through the maze of bookshelves and alcoves, Yoongi’s fascination deepens with each passing moment. The weight of Seokjin’s silent presence fades into the background, overshadowed by the richness of knowledge and history contained within the library’s walls.

Together, you and Yoongi explore the depths of the library, delving into its vast archives and uncovering the secrets of centuries past. In this sanctuary of learning and discovery, time seems to stand still, allowing Yoongi to lose himself in the wonders of the written word.

Nestled within the heart of the library, concealed behind a discreet doorway veiled in shadow, lies a chamber of treasures known only to the royal family of Jax. This clandestine sanctum, accessible only to those of royal blood, houses a collection of artifacts and tomes that are as priceless as they are precious.

As the heavy door swings open on silent hinges, a soft glow spills forth, illuminating the room in a warm, golden light. Shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling, laden with ancient scrolls, intricately bound tomes, and ornate artifacts of bygone eras. Each item within this sacred space holds a piece of the kingdom’s history, a testament to the valor, wisdom, and legacy of generations past.

Among the treasures housed within this chamber are artifacts of great significance, relics from battles long fought and victories hard won. Weapons forged of enchanted steel, their edges still sharp with the echoes of ancient conflicts, stand alongside intricately crafted jewelry adorned with precious gemstones, each piece a symbol of royal heritage and lineage.

Alongside the artifacts, shelves groan under the weight of countless tomes, their leather bindings weathered with age yet still bearing wisdom. These volumes contain the accumulated knowledge of scholars and sages, chronicling the history, culture, and arcane arts of the kingdom of Jax.

As Yoongi steps into this hallowed chamber, he is enveloped in a sense of reverence and awe, keenly aware of the weight of history that surrounds him. Each artifact and tome holds a story waiting to be discovered, a glimpse into the rich tapestry of the kingdom.

The air hums with an almost palpable energy, suffused with the residual magic of centuries gone by. Illuminated by soft, ethereal light that dances and flickers across the ancient stone walls, the room exudes an aura of mystique and wonder.

Upon shelves of polished oak and gilded metal, an array of artifacts sits neatly behind clear glass, each one imbued with its own unique enchantment. Robes of shimmering silk hang suspended in midair, their fabric rippling as if stirred by an unseen breeze, while ancient tomes bound in spell-woven leather beckon with promises of forbidden knowledge.

Glowing crystals pulsate with otherworldly radiance, casting prismatic hues across the room, while ornate staffs and wands stand sentinel, their intricate carvings whispering secrets of arcane power.

“Some arcane users use magic embedded weapons to channel their power.” Seokjin says from the doorway, keeping his word to stay at a distance. He doesn’t disturb your rambling, stepping closer to Yoongi as you move further away, not noticing that they weren’t following. “Some of these were made by the pixies, most of them by the Fae.”

Of course they have pixies, the surprises may never end, and curiosity makes Yoongi ask: “The Fae?”

Seokjin spares Yoongi a glance, “Your world must be so boring.” He sighs, “The Fae are thought to be descendants of an Arcane user that was cursed. They could be mistaken for pixies at a glance if you don’t know what to look for. They use arcane magic and their artifacts as they don’t have magic like the pixies do. They also don’t have wings, and the point of their ears are a lot shorter.”

Yoongi realises this is the most Seokjin has spoken to him since he’s arrived, without the air of barely concealed contempt. He glances at his ears and Seokjin notices, chuckling softly.

“I’m not a Fae. Half pixie.” He clarifies for him, though his tone is a little strained. “I don’t carry an arcane.”

His voice trails off and Yoongi senses that the moment is over. Your steps trail back to them, “You two had me talking to myself.”

“Sorry.” Yoongi and Seokjin speak at the same time, and Seokjin remains close as you continue walking.

You seem to glow in the soft glitter of light, a sparkle in your eyes as you explain everything to him. He wonders how you keep everything at the top of your head to rattle it off like you’re telling him about the weather.

Leaving the sanctuary of the library and the room of artifacts behind, you guide Yoongi through a series of winding corridors adorned with portraits of the royal family and their ancestors. Each painting tells a story, capturing the essence of generations past in vibrant strokes and intricate detail.

You pause before a particularly imposing portrait, its gilt frame gleaming in the dim light. It depicts a figure enveloped in swirling winds, their form shrouded in mystery and power.

“This is Incra.” you announce, your voice tinged with reverence. Incra, depicted in the painting, is a woman of striking beauty and undeniable grace. Her dark hair cascades in glossy waves around her shoulders, framing a face adorned with features as delicate as porcelain. Her eyes, pools of deep, mysterious darkness, hold a glimmer of ancient wisdom and unfathomable power.

In the painting, Incra stands with poise and confidence, her figure shrouded in billowing robes that ripple like the winds she commands. Her presence is commanding yet ethereal, radiating an aura of otherworldly elegance and strength.

Despite the passage of time, the artist has captured Incra’s timeless beauty with remarkable precision, immortalizing her as a symbol of reverence and awe.

Yoongi’s gaze lingers on the painting, captivated by the enigmatic figure at its center. He can almost feel the crackle of energy radiating from the canvas, a testament to the awe-inspiring abilities of the kingdom’s ancient arcane users.

As you move along the hallway, you continue to point out notable figures from the kingdom’s history, offering brief descriptions of their accomplishments and legacies. Yoongi listens intently, his curiosity piqued by the rich tapestry of stories woven into each painting.

With the tour of the paintings complete, you lead Yoongi onward, eager to show him more of the palace’s treasures and secrets. As you traverse the hallowed halls of the castle, Yoongi’s sense of wonder only grows, fueled by the tales of valor and magic that echo through its storied corridors.

Next to him, Seokjin stifles a yawn, “If you don’t stop her she could go on all day.” He says, as you open another door with flair, waving them both forward with a hand. Yoongi doesn’t mind really, even with all the knowledge trying to find a place to settle in his head, having to fit amongst all the other regular things already in there.

At the other end of this hallway is an arched ceiling above another door. The walls are carved by little arched windows that are opened to let the cool air from outside blow in.

Before you all could reach the other door, the door behind Yoongi and Seokjin opens. A young man steps through, eyes glancing between Yoongi and Seokjin before they settle on you. He looks like a guard, though dressed very differently to Seokjin. Adorned in a fitted tunic of midnight black, embellished with intricate silver embroidery that catches the light in subtle glimmers, the guard cuts a striking figure against the backdrop of the palace walls. His trousers, tailored to perfection, flow seamlessly into polished leather boots.

The hood of the dark cloak hides the colour of his hair, the folds of it billows at his feet in the slight breeze. There’s a a stretch of dark fabric over the bottom of his face that hides most of his features that leaves just the striking azure of his eyes. He looks like an assassin if Yoongi didn’t know any better.

“Your Highness.” He calls, and there’s a different air about him that Yoongi could feel. It crackles about him like static. “His Majesty requests you.”

“Oh.” You seem to deflate a bit, and Seokjin pats your shoulder gently.

“You can bore us later.”

There’s a swipe of your hand and Seokjin pulls away with a laugh, just shy of getting hit. There’s clearly something more between you both that goes beyond a Princess and her guard.

Yoongi thanks you for taking the time to show him around and you smile, bidding them both goodbye before you follow after the young man.

It’s quiet between Yoongi and Seokjin , the silence slowly melting into something a little awkward as they’re left alone.

“Well this was riveting.” Seokjin says, dropping his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders and leading him forward towards the other end of the hallway. “I’ll show you the courtyard. All the fun stuff happens there.”

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[bones-edition]

I've connected the dots

Who is Detective Noel?

So. There was a new character introduced, right? John and Arthur now have three whole allies. I think that's too many. You know? They can't all be trustworthy.

Now, this new guy, detective Noel. There's something suspicious about him. How did he and Oscar manage to take down the butcher so easily? We know from the last episode that the butcher is not entirely human. So how did two normal people manage to beat him?

Beyond that, there's something about Noel that is interesting. Some of his mannerisms and turns of phrase seem... familiar.

Surely I'm not the only person who heard this and thought "wait, that sounds like Kayne!"

I do acknowledge that it could be a coincidence. All the characters are voiced by the same guy, after all, so they would sound like each other occasionally.

But I'm going to explain why I think it isn't a coincidence, because, that's right folks,

Noel is Kayne in disguise.

Even if the delivery was just a fluke, look at the line itself. "I'm golden." The association here is fairly easy to see. gold=yellow, it's a king in yellow joke. Something Kayne is well known for. (lemonhead, canary in a coal mine, etc.) It also calls back to the "nothing gold can stay" poetry thing from earlier in the season. And you know what else? That's not something a person would say. "I'm golden" is a fairly rare expression to begin with, and is generally used to talk about an exceptionally good mood or situation. Not the kind of thing one would say if they were having an average day, let alone if they were actively dealing with a dangerous serial killer. You see what I'm saying here? Noel would not have said that if it wasn't for a reason.

Another thing I've noticed (and this point is considerably weaker, but bear with me here) is that a lot of Noel's other lines seem like the kind of thing Kayne would say.

You can't tell me bringing up dead wives and partners and being overly joking about it isn't exactly the kind of thing Kayne would do to fuck with Arthur.

And another thing that takes place in that conversation: Noel says that they have a mutual friend.

"If Noel is Kayne", you're saying, "then who do you claim this mutual friend is?"

Scratch. It's Scratch.

It's not at all out of the question that Kayne would know Scratch, considering Scratch's main goal is creating chaos and inflicting nightmares, and Kayne's main pastime is creating chaos and being all up in everybody else's business. And I don't really have a smooth transition to my next point but

This.

Noel really wants to borrow a lighter from Arthur. This is significant, you might notice, because that's The Lighter. The transcript refers to it as 'his lighter' and not 'a lighter' because that is The Lighter.

We know that the lighter has some sort of supernatural significance, and that alone would be motivation enough for Kayne to want to see it. But there's something else that supports this even more. I don't have a screenshot of that particular episode, but back in the Dreamlands, when Kayne listed all of the stuff that Arthur had with him, the lighter wasn't on that list. Kayne, for whatever reason, either didn't know or was pretending not to know that Arthur had the lighter. I think that he's since found out about it and wants to get a look at the thing in person.

Another thing, real quick. They are in New York. According to John, Kayne wanted him to get Arthur to New York. Now that he's there, there's a strong likelihood of Kayne getting involved. In a way that Arthur wouldn't realize. Such as disguising himself as someone else.

Anyway, I have one last point here, and it's, like I mentioned at the beginning, that he was able to take down the butcher. We know the butcher isn't human. Why is it that he was so easily taken down by two seemingly normal guys?

Because one of those guys was actually Kayne. We still don't know who or what Kayne is, but we do know that he's incredibly powerful, likely more so than the butcher. There is, also, the butcher's reaction.

He's surprised. Noel sneaks up on him, and he's surprised. And then, the butcher gets angry. We've seen what he's like. And screaming "I'll kill you!" Is very much not his style- unless he's completely lost control of the situation, something we've never seen him do- until now, when he's confronted by something much more powerful.

TL:DR, Noel is Kayne.

[sourtomatola]

Listen, I was a little too inspired by @xitsensunmoon Spooder Moom and @naffeclipse awesome drabble for it that I had to write my own

Something is not right at the pizzaplex.

Well, there’s always something wrong at the pizzaplex, but lately, it’s been worst than the usual angry parent or Monty breaking stuff.

Staffbots have been vanishing, just enough to be noticed before they begin to reappear. But there is always something wrong with them. It’s never the same, makes them act out, and is ALWAYS noticeable.

One came back painted in bright colors and kept crashing into light fixtures. Another came back appearing normal, but gave off a horrific stench that was impossible to get rid of despite not having any source of the smell.

Three came back joined at the hip.

They acted the same, but all talked at once in a frightening echo, it reminded you of Cerberus the guard of the underworld. Maybe that’s where these animatronic’s were vanishing, then getting chewed up and spit back out.

There was no camera footage of their disappearance, and the company was either too lazy or too cheap to fix these bots. They were either tossed or used for scrap.

There was a note in the basement that you noticed, saying how a box of parts had gone missing. You wondered if this evil scientist or whoever was taking these animatronic’s away had taken the box, possibly to build themselves a Frankenstein’s monster.

The next day, the daycare attendant went missing.

Your heart fell at the news of your dear friend going missing. He was one of the nicest animatronic’s in the plex, and the two of you really clicked as friends. The staffbots that went missing were only gone a day or two. You found yourself counting the days.

You were up to three when you decided to try to find them yourself. You doubted any of them have ever left the building. The staffbots, and Sun and Moon especially, stood out too much and couldn’t just be casually packed up in a car and driven off with.

You got out your flashlight and hid in the bathroom until you heard the overhead voice call for closing. Then you headed down to parts and service, deciding to start there. You never liked parts and service, and you knew Sun and Moon didn’t either. You’d bet they would be fighting to get out of there if they could. If they were awake. If they were okay.

You searched around the protective cylinder, the casing where the animatronic’s were put for repairs. All the tools here could be used by the evil scientist themselves. Almost no one was here at night, they could be storing Sun and Moon in a box, deactivated, and then work on them at night.

You never liked going into the protective cylinder, it reminded you too much of Loki’s prison from the avengers. You took a deep break and went inside. You wanted to be sure there weren’t any clues inside. Looking around, you didn’t see much out of the ordinary. That is, until, you looked at the chair where the animatronics sat. There were new scratches on it. MANY new scratches, all up and down the seat, as if there was many different sized animatronic’s who all clawed it up at once.

You looked down at the floor. There was more, leading out the door. You followed them out and to Monty’s door. You followed even as the scratches got lighter and lighter, barely visible, like they had been buffed out of the floor as much as possible.

Suddenly, the lights went out. Was it that time already? You got out your flashlight and tried to look for more scratching, but it was gone now. Completely buffed from the floor and too light to be seen by just a flashlight.

You sighed in frustration before realizing how quiet it was. Deadly silent in these dark back hallways. Except for one thing.

 A very light, very distant music box. You couldn’t tell what the tune was, but tried to follow it anyways. It wasn’t the mini-music man’s song, or the song so well known in the elevators, but a different kind of familiar.

It starts to get louder as you head down the other Hallway, the one where there were no scratch marks. As you got closer to the music, you finally was able to recognize the tune.

Itsy bitsy spider.

A chill went up your spine, but you began to recognize another sound, coming from the same source. A whirling of mechanics’, the creaking of metal joints, and the clicking of what sounded like clockwork. These sounds were very familiar.

“Moon?” You called in the dark, looking for his glowing red eyes. He scared you when you first met him, but you were on good terms now, friends even. If that is still him that is.

“Moon is that you? Are you okay??” You call again, shining your flashlight around, even looking up as you knew he loved to get an aerial view of everything. The light touched something on the ceiling that quickly moved away, making your heart jump at the sight.

“Moon is that you??” You called. A clawed blue hand slips into view, as if it was trying to stay on a slippery slope but couldn’t help but slide into sight. No other animatronic in this place had such elegant hands.

“Moon! Oh there you are, I’ve been so worried! Please come down and talk to me, where have you been??” You ask desperately.

The music box suddenly stops, the silence now chilling you. But not nearly as much as the words that broke the silence.

“Lights. Out.” You hear Moon’s voice rasp harshly.

“M-moon, I can’t see in the dark. I need to see you, I need to know you’re okay!” You insist.

“LIGHTS! OUT!”

You flinched at his screeching tone, wondering if it would be better to just wait for the lights to come back on and talk to Sun, but before you could entertain the thought, Moon took advantage of your distraction and skittered away, making you lose sight of him completely.

“Moon? Moon wait!” You called and shined your light around, looking for him again, and hoping to get  a better look at him.

A Thud came from behind you, but before you could turn to look. A hand snatched up your wrists, making you drop the flashlight.

You cried out from shock and fear before recognizing the hand once again. “Moon? Is that you?” You called and tried to turn, but froze as several more hands grappled you, keeping you from being able to turn and see him.

One hand holding your wrist, a second on your opposite shoulder. Another pare of hands held your hips in place, so that was four. Two more, holding your head to keep you from trying to turn your neck to see him. That’s six. You felt something else touching you, gently brushing around your body. Was that another set of hands?!

Your mind went to the deformed staff bots again, and your heart sank, realizing why the box of parts when missing.

“Oh Moon…” You say softly. The one free hand you had came up and gently touched the one on your hip. The hand flinched, but settled back in its place. You gently pried at it to link your fingers with it, cradling it comfortingly. You felt the fingers twitch slightly against your hand before holding yours back gently.

That’s when you noticed it was quivering.

“Moon…please let me see you.” You say softly.

You felt the other arms touching your boy start to quiver as well. They suddenly completely enclosed around you and held you tightly against Moon’s body. A completely foreign concept entered your mind.

Moon was scared.

“Moon…I won’t judge you…something terrible happened to you, didn’t it?” You asked softly.

“I’m fine.” He snaps, making you flinch.

“I’m here now Moon, you’re safe. You can help me find out who did this to you, right?” You asked gently.

The arms hugging you tightened, making you nervous. Even more so When a set of hand crept up your body and caressed your neck threateningly.

“No…I can’t…” He growled softly.

“They won’t hurt you again Moon, They’re going to get in huge trouble for damaging company property, they’ll probably go to jail so you’ll never-“

“ I. CAN’T! I don’t…”  His grip weakened. You were finally able to turn and see his clawed-up faceplate. The glass of one of his optic’s was scraped in several places, but not completely broke. There were several poked holes around his optic’s, making it appear like he had many eyes from the glow of his optics His ruffled collar was shredded and there were many small holes in his pants. His torso was now surrounded by 3 extra sets of arms, giving his 8 in total. They looked hacked on, like someone just sawed into him and shoved the arms in the poorly made sockets.

You looked up to Moon’s face again as he quivered. “Oh Moon…” You frown and touch his face gently. He leaned in, letting out the sound of a sob.

You kept whispering quiet assurance, making him seem okay with the lack of his control.

“I…didn’t see their face…” He admitted sadly.

Many hands came up to touch yours, making him pause, like he hadn't quite had control of them all yet and kept using too many at a time. The hands on your neck slid up and combed through your hair gently.

You kept whispering quiet assurance, making him seem okay with the lack of his control.

“That’s okay Moon…lets just focus on taking care of you.” You assured gently.

[cat-astro-pick]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟑

𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐸𝑧𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟎

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟏

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝟎𝟐

The hangover was pretty bad, considering it was wine. Maybe it was fault of the emotion, or maybe it was the fact that I drank too much too fast. The phone in my hand was looking very ominous. I plugged the dead phone into the charger and went out to the veranda. I decided to light a cigarette. I lit up and tossed the lighter aside. The scent of cocoa and vanilla wafted through my nostrils, but what filled my mouth was a bitter, unpleasant cloud of smoke. Even as I smoked, I wasn't looking at the cityscape, which was neither colorful nor peaceful as usual, with graffiti sometimes filling the alleyways. My eyes and attention were focused on my phone, which I wondered how I had managed to bring home in one piece. The ash of cigarette fell out and landed on my slipper. A cold sweat soaked my back with relief that I was out of immediate danger. But it wasn't a comfort that would end in relief. Misfortune doesn't need a long prelude. And the hot cigarette ash that accidentally landed on the end of my soft slipper was a small, insignificant prelude to the beginning of my misery.

[Ezreal : Are you serious?]

[Ezreal : I'm a little...I mean, surprised.]

[Ezreal: Anyway, goodnight, you're very drunk.]

What have I done, what have I done. My heart was beating fast and my blood seemed to be running cold. Ironically, my whole body was gradually getting colder, sweat trickling down my wingbones. I moved my trembling index finger to lift the messenger up. But all I saw was gray bubbles. Before I could deduce anything more, I hit call logs and saw the name Ezreal at the top. I swallowed a curse word and spat it back out.

"Holy shit!"

I don't remember. That made it worse. By the time I could pretend it didn't happen, Ezreal had already replied. It was weird to ask him what I said, but it was also weird to ask him what I said. How do I say, ‘Knock knock, Ez, I was so drunk I can't remember what I said last night, what did I say that surprised you so much?’ No! No way! I'd rather play Russian roulette with a shotgun. If I'm going to do that old-fashioned line, I'm going to do it in a theatrical tone, and that doesn't fit the shitty image I've built up by now! I laughed, hanging on the porch railing like a crazy woman. I was freaking out. I'd rather fall like this, but the railing was sturdy as shit. I didn't move until just before my sociable neighbor from LA came out onto the porch.

I drew the curtains and opened the window. After securing the window, I sat down on the couch, breathing in the cold, nostril-stinging air. I didn't want to think about anything, so I filed away whatever came to hand. It was better to avoid than to organize my thoughts. I admit I'm an idiot, but today was the first time I realized I was brave enough to be drunk and rambling. I ran a comb through my disheveled hair and pulled on my hoodie. I had a bunch of songs to work on, but I couldn't do it today, and I didn't even want to touch my phone. I knew if I went into Messenger again, I'd see that damn message in front of my eyes. I covered my face with my hat and put my hand on the doorknob of my front door. I put my weight on my hand, pressed down on the handle, and pushed the door open. My strength was fading. I've never been perfect, but I didn't expect to be this broken. I can't run anymore. Riding the bus is exhausting. I made my way to the workshop, finishing a cigarette as I passed through narrow alleys. Normally, I would have arrived promptly, but today I didn't get to the door until late afternoon.

"..."

I didn't want to face it. What was behind it, if you ask me, was a bunch of stuff. A few coworkers, a ramshackle recording studio booth, and a bunch of expensive equipment for production. My coworkers don't know anything. But I wasn't good enough at acting like I had nothing going on. I wasn't good enough. Being good was a privilege reserved for those who could afford it. It was better to be gentle with myself than to crave a privilege I couldn't earn. Have to do it even if I don't want to. Have to face it even if I don't want to. So...

I opened the door, my appearance was the same as usual, but no one gave me the usual stare. All three pairs of eyes in the chairs turned to me at the same time, looking out of place, nervously. I managed to maintain my normal voice and tone of voice, but their cold, piercing eyes stopped me from trying to act normal.

"...What are you looking at?"

"Your friend was looking for you."

"Friend? Who..."

I trailed off and shut my mouth. Soon, the normally blunt girl shrugged and took a sip of her coffee. She sounded completely disinterested, but like out of consideration for me, her head turned away from my expression and toward the monitor.

"…Ezreal."

"…Then, I'll call him later."

"He has been waiting for hours, and he's gone. Is it better to see him n-"

"No. Not now. Let's stop talking nonsense and finish the work. Sorry for late."

I sat down in my chair and got ready to work. I put my phone on silent and flipped it over so I couldn't see the screen. Everyone seemed to be noticing my mood, and one of them seemed disgruntled with me, though I knew it wasn't because of my tardiness. I cringed unnecessarily at that puzzled look, the one that seemed to want to say something but didn't. Da pulled his hat deeper into his face. Da pulled his hat deeper and moved his mouse. He punched in a few codes and checked the song on his headset. Over and over again, I listened to the crackling, loud music coming out of the headset, even though it should be jammed. As if there was no other way out.

I wanted to disappear. My coworkers were overly concerned with Ezreal. In fact, I couldn't even tell what they were talking about while I was gone. I kept thinking about the conversations they must have had, even though Ezreal wasn't exactly a lightweight. What if Ezreal had told me everything? I would be humiliated for sins I don't even remember. The conclusion, then, was simple: I would be shamed for sins I don't remember. It was enough that I didn't speak up first. I ignored everything about Ezreal. Avoidance might be a better word. For the first few days, I was met with a mixture of concern, annoyance, and frustration from my coworkers. Toward the end, I started getting calls from Heartsteel guys who weren't even my coworkers.

[Crazy: Hey. What the hell did you say to that idiot that made him so angry?]

[Crazy: Dude, you read it, you read it, why aren't you replying?]

I slowly stroked my dry lips with my index finger. I bit my lip in frustration and made a noise, then bit it off, losing control of the force, and blood trickled down my lip. It tasted salty on the tip of my tongue, and I could smell old metal. I bit my lip and nibbled at the pulsing flesh to draw out more blood. When the blood stopped flowing, I folded my finger and brought it to my lips. There was no more blood. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes in discomfort, hoping to get some sleep. I hadn't slept well in days, having been churning out scales like a factory. In my sleep, my head, which hadn't been secured, dropped downward as if in a seizure. An empty can of Zero Sugar Monster crashed to the floor, after proding the back of my head. My eyes opened of their own accord with a clear sound, like a thin hammer hitting a thin stone. I pressed my thumbs firmly against the dark circles under my eyes. I sat up and tried to get a drink of water to steady myself. I'm pretty sure I had water in a mug tucked away in the corner, but when I reached out, only I can touch was a plastic water bottle, not a mug. A thicker, well-shaped hand crumpled the water bottle slightly, as if to hold back emotions.

"...Ezreal?"

"It's been a while."

"We need to talk."

Fuck...

Lord. Why have you put me through this?

[so-mordorit-is]

Where did the butterflies go?

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Henderson

Summary - Eddie is your best friend and you have a little thing for him. What would happen if you saw him kissing another girl while he left you waiting at the parking lot?

Warnings - 18+ please, fingering, smoking cigars and joints, swearing, eddie munson fingering his best friend, little bit angst, smut eddie, praise kink, pet names (baby girl, princess, sweatheart), Eddie vs Billy rivalry

tags - Friends to Lovers, a little bit angst, smut

Y/N POV

It was just another hot night in Hawkins, Nancy and Robin was sitting by Steve's pool, just close enough to put their feet on the cold water, Eddie and Steve was smoking a joint while they talk and I was sitting near the pool, talking to the girls whilst i tapped my pockets looking for my cigs but i don't found my lighter.

— "Hey, Munson!" - he turned quick when heard my voice and shoot me with his stupid beautiful smile, i smiled back and before i noticed, he was walking towards me.

— "What do you need, sweetheart?" - he said while a smirk grow between his lips — "I know, i know.. you can't be far from me for to long." — I chuckle while getting up on my feet and standing in front of the boy, he was absolutely taller than me, what made me have to looked up to see his face.

He hold my chin between his index finger and thumb — "Gosh Henderson, you are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" — it is like this every other day since you meet Eddie, he is a flirty and I think he IS a good one, since the butterflies on my stomach become alive when he is near me. But, I've learned that is a game made for two to play.

I leaned my lips closer to his, he don't move any inch and started my chin to let go, he stroke his callouses finger into my cheek and it was the first time that I literally felt one of those butterflies trying to escape from my mouth. He move his lips almost to touch mine, when i tapped his pocket and grab the lighter, i open a wide smile and showed him what i got — "Yeah, I am pretty! Now stop drooling on me, Edward, you look like a freak" — I said with a sweet smile in my lips as I walked away back to the girls and lit my cigarette.

— "That is low sw...Henderson, even for you" — He said while he walk to seat with us by the pool. He sat by me side, and took my cig from my mouth and took a long drag, turning to look at me — "You know i love you, right?" — Putting his arms around my neck. — "Love you too Eds, you are my best fried." — i respond immediately with a shyly smile. "ouch" I listened to Steve while he was burst in laughing, i think he had too many beers but... ouch? really? it's that bad being my best friend?

— "You had to saw his face, y/n", — Steve said — "it looks like a baby dear who lost himself on the forest." Eddie threw an empty can at Steve trying to make him shut up — "Mind your business Harrington"— while he is laughing too.

— Soooo, who's gonna give me a ride? — I said whilst i check my clock — My mother it's going to kill me, and that's not even the bad part... Eddie look at me and his eyes are wider than they normally are — "FUCKK, I totally forgot to pick up the little shit at the arcade, I mean... you lil' brother baby. So, if you wanna go, we can pick your bother up and I let you guys home, if is okay for you... "— he said while shrugging his shoulders unpretentiously, I nod while take my stuff from Steve’s deck.

— "Sure Munson, you can use some alone time with Y/n, right?" —  Robin said so low that just Eddie heard, and he give the girl a little smirk, bringing his finger to his mouth, as he mimic to her be quiet.

 I was saying good bye to Nancy and Steve (who was completely wipe out), the girl was rolling her eyes, she and Robin was have to stay and take care of drunk Steve. — "Be safe, ok? And… If you see Mike, can you drop him at our house? I do not know when this dork is gonna wake...

—" Yeah, of course, I know Eddie it is not mind, don't worry, and be safe ok? Love you guys" — I gave Robin a big hug and turned myself to Eddie, who held out his hand, I held Eddie's hand and he fit his fingers into my fingers. — "Shall we, princess?" — I nod and we start to walk to his old van.

Eddie jogged to the van's door, open it to you (as he ALWAYS did), he held my hand until the last very minute, pull to his mouth and gave it a little kiss. He went to driver’s side, and started the van. I could feel him look at me by the corner of his eyes, we are listening to Dio (rainbow in the dark), and Eddie was drumming his finger on the steering wheel with the biggest dork smile that I have seen.

The night was colder now than when we leave Steve’s house, but it was so beautiful anyway. We barely need the light of the road, the full moon enlighten almost all the way. The silver light that came from the window, contoured the face of my best friend, I suddenly felt one of the butterflies giving a sign of life in my stomach. He was without a doubt one of the most handsome dudes you've ever seen. His eyes were beautiful, that messy hair, that easy smile and his light laugh. — "FUCK" — you sighed.

Eddie noticed that I was looking at every part of his face, and he couldn't help but smile, turning his face just a little to me, "Was that for, sweetheart?" he said unpretentiously as I slid my body across the van seat to sit closer to him. Automatically the boy rested his hand on my thigh, the feel of Eddie's warm fingertips on my cold skin made me shiver, I let a small laugh escape my nose.

—"What was that Steve was talking about?" don't you like to be... to be my best friend?" I fiddled with the boy's rings and looked in every direction except his, because I knew he was staring at me. Eddie kept looking back and forth between the road and my eyes, which made me extremely uncomfortable — "Eyes on the road, Munson, I want to make it home alive.” . The boy took his hand off my leg and placed it on the steering wheel again, the little way it took was silent, and I kind of missed the warmth of his hand on my leg.

Arriving at the arcade, he parked away from the front door and turned his body towards me. — "What in the HELL are you taking about?, I've been your best friend since... since we were kids, I love you, you know that. I love being whatever you choose me to be, as long as I'm still close to you, that's fine by me."— He smiled and stroked my cheek with his index finger. — "But you really did look like a baby dear lost in the woods," — I said while chuckling.

— “Yeah, I know"— He rolled his eyes — "but don't let Steve get inside your head, okay? In addition, please, I beg you, don't ask me that kind of pointless thing EVER AGAIN. You just broke a little piece of my heart right now, you know?" He said placing his hands over his heart.

— "Anyway, I'm going to go get Dustin—"and Mike, I added". — “And Mike,”­— he repeated after me, —"and after we have dropped them off at home, we can finish this conversation if you want, baby. I am all yours tonight." I could see the tip of his tongue skimming his bottom lip as he finished the last sentence.

I climb out of the van to smoke another cigarette, lean against the body of the van as I lie on it a little so I can better see the moon, but suddenly my gaze is drawn to the arcade window. Eddie was talking to a girl who was much more his style than I was, the chains, and the leather mini skirt and… apparently, she was a lot older than I was too. She was holding the boy with both hands by the hem of his leather jacket, pulling him where my gaze could no longer reach.

I felt a pang in my stomach. "Here lies a butterfly," I said softly, feeling like I was going to throw up at any moment. I took a long drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out on the sole of my sneakers, tossing the butt under Eddie's van.

I walked into the arcade looking for any familiar faces, god, even Jason Carver would be better than being alone right now. My intuition told me to turn my back or close my eyes but reaching a dark corner I saw Eddie and the woman kissing, no, they were almost swallowing each other. I turned my back and walked slowly outside, the lights and noise from the arcade making my head hurt.

It's ok, he's single he can go out kissing any ugly girl that comes around, I don't care, but... it was the first time he left me alone, in a parking lot, AT NIGHT. What the fuck? I opened the van door so angrily I swore I was going to rip the handle off, grabbed my backpack and was heading towards my house.

I paused for a moment to adjust my Walkman's headphones and put the cassette tape on rewind while I picked up another of my menthol cigarettes. As I passed through the parking lot, I felt someone's gaze following me; I rolled my eyes and continued my walk since it was going to be a long one.

— "Well, well, well... Is this William Hargrove? Jesus, I haven't seen you in ages. You're all grown up now, with muscles and a Camaro... Well done Hargrove" — I gave him a smirk, which made the boy come closer. I lick my lips as I look at his, the boy obviously noticed my sudden interest.

He opened his arms and I fit my body between them, and the boy gave me a long hug. — "I miss you Henderson, look at you, I never thought you'd look prettier than you already were."

— "Shut up Hargrove, you really do not get tired, do you?" - I replied still trapped in his hug, which now rested his head on top of mine, he whispered - "I think your boyfriend didn't like seeing you with me."

— "He is not my boyfriend… And anyway, he must be pretty busy right now.” I let out an awkward laugh.

— “Yeah, I know, I saw… I'm sorry… are you okay?” — I shrugged, letting me out from the hug — “Since that goof is so busy, do you want a ride home? I can take you. Max can go home with Eddie, we live in the same trailer park anyway”. — You nod, taking of our headphones.

Eddie was looking at everything through the glass window, he knew he had no right to say anything, but Hargrove? Seriously, this guy is trouble… IS A LOT OF TROU-BLE. He picked up Dustin and Mike and quickened his steps to the parking lot, giving Max a shout out to join them. Upon arriving there, everyone stopped in front of the Camaro, facing the two who were talking.

Dustin never liked Billy so he went straight to the van, followed by Mike. Max was opening the car door but Billy closed it again.

— “Hey… Munson, right? Can you take Max home today?” he said without breaking our gazes. “I need to take a pretty girl home, if you know what I mean.” — breaking our gazes at the end of the sentence to stare at Eddie

— “Nope, no fucking way Dude, nothing against you red, but I have an important conversation with Y/N, and we've arranged to” —I interrupted him mid-sentence.

— “Max, get in the van, take my Walkman to Dustin and let him know that I don't know what time I arrive, ok? Can you do me this big favor?" The girl just nodded and went to meet her friends.

Eddie kept looking at me without understanding anything.

— “You lost the right to take me home when you left me alone in the middle of the parking lot to do… I don't even know what you were doing there.”— I huffed and turned to Billy.— "Can we go now?" Billy opened the door for me and as I got in the car, I saw Eddie's sad look.

— "I'll see you tomorrow, Edward." Closing the door, Billy waved at Eddie sternly and started the car. I watched Munson standing alone in the parking lot in the rearview mirror, just as he had left me. I was going to feel better about the attitude, but god, I felt awful. I felt like Eddie's butterfly had died too, and I felt an uncontrollable urge to cry.

The blonde next to me squeezed my shoulder lightly — "you know, he doesn't deserve you, you're amazing." He said — "And he's just an asshole, changing you…" — Billy's gaze seemed to devour you — "For anyone else, in fact, is bullshit. I know, I did it once. I learned my lesson."

The boy's hand caresses my face lightly, while putting some strands of my hair behind my ear. He turned my face gently bringing his pink lips to mine, I was so confused that I sealed my lips on his, they were soft, I had forgotten what Billy's touch did to me. And before my eyes had closed completely, the boy had already pulled me into his lap, where the kiss became hotter. His tongue explored my mouth as I let low moans escape the boy's mouth as he brought his hands to my neck. —“Jesus Y/N, you taste even better now,”— he said, going back to kissing me even harder.

His hands roamed my body, while I lowered my lips to his neck, distributing small kisses along his entire length, I returned my lips to his jaw, taking a forceless bite that made Billy shiver. In a lapse of sanity, you sat back down on the cabin bench and laughed.

—“What are we doing Billy? - I said - "I'm not your girlfriend anymore, forgot?"

— "Right, you're right".- The boy went back to driving with a malicious smile on his lips — "But you kissed me back, you know right?."

— “Shut up Billy,” — I said as I felt all the blood in my body rush to my cheeks.

The trip to my house was normal, we didn't talk about our old relationship or the kiss that happened, in fact, although the blonde's company was all I wanted at that moment. Seeing Eddie's van parked in front of my house, my heart pounded in my chest, I'm sure Billy can hear it.

Hearing the noise of the car, Max opened the door to the house, I got confused and turned my gaze to Billy, who had a serious look on his face. — “Is everything okay?” — I asked as I grabbed my things from the backseat of the car, I sat down again and looked at the boy who didn't move, I gave him a light kiss on the cheek. He held me and gave me a long kiss on the corner of my mouth. — "Can I come see you tomorrow?" asked the boy.

— “Of course, my mother will love to see you again. Can you call me before you come? - I said as I got out of the car, he smiled and I headed towards home. Seeing Eddie leaning against the doorframe, the blonde yelled at me — “Sleep tight my princess, I'll stop by tomorrow”. I rolled my eyes, knowing the reason for this was to annoy Eddie, who by the look of him wasn't very happy with me AT ALL.

EDDIE'S POV

It's been over 40 minutes and I refuse to go back to my house without seeing Y/N, without talking to her, damn it.

—"Why would your sister go out with Billy? this guy is crazy, you know right?" I said to Dustin, "Sorry Max, but..." The girl interrupted me mid-sentence—"Oh! no, you're absolutely right, he's crazy." She said as I rubbed my hands down my face “FUCKKKKKK” I growled.

We heard car noise, the redhead went to the door and when she opened it, she saw the two of them talking, she waited until y/n got out of the car to give me a positive nod. As the little one walked towards her brother's car, I leaned against the doorframe, watching my best friend's face, she didn't look happy to see me, but she didn't look sad either.

I almost managed a smile when that asshole called she from "my princess", his princess? I felt like I was out of breath as y/n passed without making eye contact or saying anything, heading straight upstairs to her room. I walked to the bottom of the stairs and raised my arms in the air in surrender. — “Can we talk?” — I asked, noting the expression on the girl's face. She wrinkled her nose and signaled with her head that it was to follow her, each step I climbed felt my heart beating faster inside my chest.

Upon entering her room, y/n was already sitting at the window smoking one of her terrible menthol cigarettes. I walked over and sat down on the chair that was nearby. —“How was the ride?”— I asked as I adjusted myself in the chair. As she raised her gaze to mine, I noticed her eyes shining more than usual, when I got closer I noticed that they were shining because of the tears forming.

— “What happened, sweatheart?” — I got up and walked towards her, ready to hug her, but she reached out and kept me away. — “Okay, this is new. what's going on?."

— “I saw you at the arcade,”— she whispered, —“with the ugly girl. You guys gulping down in the dark corner, but before you say anything Eddie”— she sighed so sadly I felt my heart crack a little— tears started to run down hers cheeks and I panicked.

I wrapped her in my arms and without hesitation, she buried her face in my chest. I could feel her sobbing and when I let out a sigh she pushed me away again — "Let me go Munson, I don't want you near me, you left me alone, alone... and for what? How can you forget me there alone? you can kiss whoever you want Edward Munson, I have nothing to do with it, but you are a traitor. You..you"—” “I'm sorry, sweatheart.”— I interrupted her mid-sentence. — "I'm really, really sorry. But you know. You left me alone, you got in that asshole's car, and I was waiting there… stopped and you drove away.” Now I was the one who had raised my voice.

She looked up at me and stood up, staying just a few steps away from me — "What did you want me to do Eddie, spend the night with you? after you've done who knows what with that Woman? I think I'm missing the point here.”

She was right, shit!!, she was right.

— “Y/n listen to me, please! I'm begging you,”— I said,— “it wasn't at all what…” —I sighed and sat on her bed, letting my body fall backwards —“It wasn't at all what I had planned for us today,”— letting a faint laugh escape. – “Listen, if you want me to leave now, I will. Whatever makes you feel better, baby.

She didn't answer me, she kept her face to the window the entire time. I got up slowly from the bed, I walked to the door and when I touched the handle I felt her little hand holding the hem of my shirt – Thanks God – I thought to myself.

 — “I don't want you to go” – she told me with her voice still choked – “can you spend the night? I'm not feeling well to be alone today.”

— “Whatever it takes to make you feel better,” I said as I hugged her.

Y/N'S POV

I was stuck in that hug longer than I wanted to, I was still mad at Eddie but let's face it, better with him than without. I got rid of the hug and with a weak laugh

— "I need a shower, I'm feeling gross" I said as I headed towards my bathroom — "You're already home, so... make yourself home."

— “You are my home,” he said with a sad smile.

— Oh Eddie! Shut the fuck up.” I laughed out loud and covered my mouth to muffle the sound so I wouldn't wake anyone up. — “Stay quiet and don't make too much noise, okay? 10 minutes and I'll be back, I promise."

I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes, turned on the shower and when I felt the hot water on my shoulders it felt like half the weight on my back was gone, I closed the white plastic curtain and took a deep breath. My peace of mind is short-lived when Eddie enters the bathroom and sits on the toilet — You took too long, I missed you."— I heard him laugh and then I turned around.

— “I could use some privacy now, you know?

Eddie seemed to ignore me. — "So you're the jealous type?"— I could hear the malice in his voice. — "When Steve told me you had like... a crush on me I couldn't believe it, but man..."

— "I don't have a crush on you, Steve was drunk," I said while I brought my hand to my mouth and bit down lightly.

— "The curtain is kind of transparent, you know?" Eddie said pulling back the curtain and stepping into the shower, clothes and all.

— "Eddie, get out of here, are you crazy?" He put his hand over my mouth and stared straight into my eyes, it felt like no other part of my body mattered.

— "Listen to me," he said, “I know I'm not quite the guy you expected or deserved, let's face it, you deserve a lot more, a lot more than Billy or I, whatever, but the fact is, I'm completely in love with you and what happened at the arcade today was my fault, I couldn't stand to look at you anymore, feel your skin, your smell and not be able to… you know"

I took his hand from my mouth and pressed my lips to his, the kiss started slow, he slowly explored my mouth with his tongue, taking his hands to the back of my neck. I felt my legs sway under his touch, causing him to grab me around the waist with his free hand. I tried to lift his shirt, but because it was wet I couldn't. He leaned his forehead against mine and smiled broadly. —"You're crazy Eddie," — I said. while he picked me up and walked me to my bed. I cringed a little, out of embarrassment and out of cold.

Eddie started to remove his wet clothes and then made his way over my body, leaning into his arms. “Hi,” I said, as I pulled him in for a kiss again. The kiss was more violent, he lay down on my side and pulled me on top of him, his hands exploring every part of my body — "Fuck y/n, I've imagined this so many times" — his lips now traced my neck, down to mine colar bone —"you're so hot"—his hand now cups my breasts, moving his lips down close to my nipple. I felt my whole body tingle and I let out a slight moan — "You need to tell me what you want baby" — "You, I want you." — I said between sighs.

Eddie put my little friend in his mouth, sucking without putting too much pressure on him as he took my other nipple between his fingers. I moaned with the wet sensation of his mouth, while his hand, minutes before on my nipple, was going down my body, tracing my curves, until it reached my thighs, he lightly scratched the inside of them and up his fingers to my sweet spot

— “Damn baby, you're dripping, is this all for me?”

— "Eddie, stop teasing, I need you.

" — “What do you need me to do, my love? use your words" he whispered in my ear.

— "I want to feel your fingers inside me, I need you inside me."

—"Fuck"— he moaned as he traced his fingers through my pussy, his mouth was stroking my neck, he ran his fingers over my entrance. I felt light pressure as he introduced a finger inside me. He and I let out a moan.

—"Shh, it's okay, just relax, okay baby girl?" — he gave me a kiss on my temple while increasing the movement in and out with his finger — "more, please" — you cried.

— "As you wish my princess" — Eddie added another finger, causing it to tighten around them. —  “God, baby, you're so tight, are you sure you're okay?”

—"Fingers Eddie, fuck me, please."

As he fucked me deliciously, his thumb came up against my clit, which had me moaning loudly and letting my head drop to the pillow.

 — “Oh Eddie, I can't, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to…”

 — "Let go baby, I want to feel you cum on my fingers”.

 As soon as he finished speaking, my back was arched

— “FUCKK!!”

I didn't know that was going to moan so loud, Eddie covered my mouth for the fourth time that night, I let a long breath out of my chest and looked at the boy next to me, who was taking his fingers just inside me to his mouth

— “you are The best thing I've ever tasted ,Henderson! God, I love you.!”

— “I can get used to this Munson, be careful. — I gave him a small kiss on the lips and smiled.

— “God, if you exist, please get her used to it. - He laughed sarcastically, as he hugged you around the waist bringing you closer, laying down with a spoon. —"You still haven't said you love me."

— "Are you the needy type, Munson?"

— Touché.

Author's Note - Hi guys, this is my first fanfic, like everyone else I'm also obsessed with Eddie Munson! Sorry if it was a little longer than I thought, English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes.