#love bites fic

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

Love Bites: Chapter 5

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Two months passed by slowly for Y/N as she couldn’t wait to go on tour. Ultraviolet celebrated Christmas and New Year together, having a good time drinking and just being boisterous.

Finally the time had come for the tour to start. Doug has been begging to go with them since ‘Rock of Ages’ was filmed but Y/N put her foot down. She remembered the disastrous conversation that ended the discussion.

*

“Doug for the last time, why would you want to come on tour?” Y/N asked as she ran a hand through her hair.

“To spend time with my girlfriend, is that too much to ask?”

“Doug we’ve been over this.” Y/N groaned.

“And it seems that we have to go over it again. I should come with you.”

“What about all your complaining about lack of money. You are the one who is insistent that I get a ‘real job’ yet you are more than happy to quit yours. What will we do for money then?” Y/N had to admit that maybe it was wrong of her to pull that card but for the last month and a half Doug had been going on at her about joining on tour. Nobody else’s partner would be joining and Ultraviolet simply couldn’t afford the extra expense of another person.

That and she didn’t want him there. She wanted to enjoy this time and not have another repeat of the night in the pub after their show. Y/N dread to think what Def Leppard really thought of her after Doug’s little performance then.

“Fine. You probably don’t want me there so you can fuck whoever you want.” Doug spat at her and with that he turned around and stormed off.

*

Doug hadn’t mentioned anything about joining her on tour again, but passive aggressive comments were made, making Y/N countdown the days until she would leave. Of course to start with they would be in between the UK and Europe and in the middle of March they would be going to America until the end of June.

The day they had to leave, Doug was barely talking to Y/N. He seemed to still have a chip on his shoulder and Y/N wasn’t going to do anything to cause an argument. She was too excited for that. 

She double checked that she had everything packed and sat all her bags by the front door. Benji would be coming by to pick her up for the first venue along with his girlfriend. They had to be early to sort out their luggage. Doug had said nothing about seeing her off, which made her relax a little bit. At least she wouldn’t have to risk a scene in public, or in front of Def Leppard.

“I’m now off.” Y/N called as she saw Benji pull in outside. She didn’t get a response and sighed to herself as she went to go find Doug. He sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea. It was obvious that he could hear her shout for him.

“I’m going now.” She told him as he continued to look away from her.

“I heard.”

“Fine. I’ll see you in a few months then. With that she made her way to the front door and collected her bags. Doug had followed and stood a few steps behind her. 

“You’ll call won’t you?” Doug asked her, causing her to turn around. If Y/N didn’t know him as well as she did then she might have thought he cared. But she knew that he only wanted to keep checking up on her. To keep the peace she nodded her head and opened the front door.

No more words were shared between the two as Y/N picked up her bags and made her way to Benji’s car.

“He let you come then?” Benji spoke as soon as she shut the door.

“Reluctantly, yes.”

That was all that was said on the matter. 

*

When they got to the venue, Y/N and Benji were met with Tammy and Johnny who had come together. The aura of excitement that surrounded the four was thick as they waited to put their bags on the bus they would be using. It was nothing fancy but enough for the four of them.

Y/N heard a commotion coming from behind her, where the five Leppards were making their way towards them, all of them displaying the same energy as Ultraviolet. 

“Are we all ready?” Joe asked as he clapped his hands together. Everyone cheered like a bunch of children, earning odd looks from the venue staff. Peter Mensch and Ultraviolet’s manager Gavin came up to the group, smiles on their faces. 

“It’s great to see you all getting along so well. You will all be spending a lot of time together over the next few months.” Peter told them all as he looked at Gavin.

“So if Y/N, Tammy, Johnny and Benji want to come with me and we’ll sort your bags out then go to soundcheck.” Gavin looked in between the people he was talking to. Y/N could feel the adrenaline build up inside of her, all her dreams about to come true. A quick bye was said between the bands before they went their separate ways with their luggage. 

As Ultraviolet weren’t that popular yet they didn’t have the money for over the top stage outfits so they made due with what they had at home. This meant that the band were responsible for their own clothes and that they had more bags to transport with them. 

After they dropped their bags off, Ultraviolet made their way to soundcheck. This would be the biggest crowd that Ultraviolet had played in front of and throughout soundcheck, Y/N could feel the nerves creeping up on her. She was getting reassuring looks from Tammy who could already tell from her best friend’s demeanour that she was scared.

However, there was one person in the room who managed to calm Y/N down. Joe had come to watch, along with Sav and Rick. No one could guess where Phil and Steve were. As Y/N sang into the microphone, she made eye contact with Joe who had a gentle smile on his face. The kind of smile that could put all the world to rights and it was directed at her.

The butterflies in her stomach were going haywire as her focus was on him. It was like his gaze was removing any worry from her whilst his smile was uplifting her to perform to the best of her ability.

At the end of their soundcheck, they made way for Def Leppard to do theirs. Y/N went backstage to the makeshift dressing room that was set up for them. Due to lack of room, the two bands would be sharing and Y/N and Tammy would have to change in the bathroom for some modesty.

Y/N was sitting backstage doing her makeup when Def Leppard finished. The rest of Ultraviolet were dotted around the room and chatter filled the previously peaceful silence immediately. Smiling at them all, Y/N stood up and went to her small bag where she had that evening's outfit stored before she went to the bathroom to change. 

Trying not to take too long, she quickly swapped her clothes before putting her jeans and old t-shirt in the bag. As she walked out of the bathroom she was met with something solid.

“Sorry love.” She heard a familiar deep voice announce as he put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. Y/N peered up into Joe’s green eyes.

“I wasn’t looking where I was going, sorry.” Y/N told him as she found herself still in his grasp.

“Don’t worry Y/N.” Joe smiled at her. “You were great earlier.” He told her, referencing the soundcheck.

“Thank you.” She squeaked, which made Joe smile even more, showing the dimple on his left cheek.

The two stood there in silence as they stared into each other’s eyes. Joe thought that she might just be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, especially as she looked up at him with those doe eyes of hers.

They hadn’t realised how long they had been standing there until they heard two people clearing their throats. Looking over they saw Sav and Tammy watching them.

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[tinynerdycthulu]

tbh i dunno why so many sj apologists are anti-yqy. because like????? he is your mascot. he was the originator. the head honcho of excusing sj's levels of unmitigated villainy. look into my eyes and tell me that qi ge wouldn't blush and kick his feet if he saw xiao jiu commit murder. actually we don't NEED to imagine bc jiumei did just that and yue qi just grabbed his hand and ran, no thoughts head empty. arson? child abuse?? yue qi doesn't care. whatever makes xiao jiu happy <3

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warm up sketch that's kinda a spiritual successor to this shark boi....

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quick thing of a lesson in changing the world by @thousand-sunnies because it made me giggle

[cozykali]

Heartbeats (Astarion’s POV)

I downloaded Baldur’s gate 3 and immediately feel for this sexy vampire the moment he tackled me to the ground and held a knife to my neck. I’m in act 2 right now (no spoilers!) and the brainrot is BAD. I’ve read some amazing period sex fics involving Astarion but I wanted to craft one from his perspective. Let me know your thoughts!

Master list can be found here!

Pairing: Astarion x fem Tav/reader

Rating: SMUT! NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI

Words: 4700

TW: (this fic is FLITHY), mentions of death and dying, biting (duh), drinking blood, period sex, blood kink, oral (fem receiving), unprotected P in V, kissing, fingers, stalking, multiple Os, passing out, blood-loss, mentions of past torture/trauma, tension, begging, fluffy ending, ‘who did this to you?’,

Notes: Tav and Astarion have been travelling together for a few weeks. No romance scenes have happened yet, but she allows him to feed on her nearly every night. She hasn’t seen his scars yet. Tav is on her period and it’s making her vampire friend go crazy. Tav has feelings for Astarion but hasn’t acted upon them. This story is told from Astarion’s perspective. Tav can be any race or class you want (probably not durge though).

Bonus: Check out this massive playlist I made inspired by Astarion!

The fading fire crackled softly; its once licking flames now reduced to gentle, glowing embers. A thin line of smoke ascends into the damp air that coats the earth in a delicate layer of cool dew.

Astarion lies beside the fire on his bedroll, flat on his back, with his arms slightly splayed at his sides. Most nights, he is grateful that he doesn’t need sleep like his companions do. He can immerse himself in the peaceful sounds of the night, meditate, slow his breath, and calm his mind without slipping into unconsciousness. This ability had saved his life on more than one occasion.

However, tonight is different. Tonight, he wishes for sleep to claim him. He longs to drift away and escape the torment of the spell unknowingly cast upon him by Tav. He turns his head to gaze through the soft light of the fire in her direction.

Tav is laying on her side facing the fire, her mouth slightly open as she emits soft snores barely audible over the crackling flames. But what troubles Astarion tonight is her scent. It wafts through the acrid smoke of the fire like a gentle breeze through a sail, sweet as usual, but it’s currently mixed with blood and musk.

Astarion has been avoiding Tav for the better part of two days now. Whenever she drew near, he held his breath and averted his gaze. He knew he must keep his distance from her, because the alternative would be ripping her apart, which would not win any favors with the rest of the party.

Tav has also been careful around him. She must know that he can sense her menses. Despite inviting him to feed on her each night for nearly two weeks, tonight she did not proposition him, nor the night before. Last night, his attempt to catch a deer had been futile, leaving Tav as his last meal.

Lying on his bedroll, Astarion stares up at the stars, after a seemingly endless eternity for an immortal being, he hears Tav stir slightly. He glances over at her curiously, hoping she doesn’t notice his gaze. She lets out a quiet groan, clutching her lower stomach before curling into a fetal position, her face contorted in pain. Moments later, she slowly starts to rise.

Tav stumbles to fetch a flask of water, guzzling it down greedily. Astarion envies her ease in quenching her thirst while his own thirst rages inside him. Before long, he senses her absence, her scent growing fainter. He debates whether to leave her to sort herself out, but the primal urge to hunt and stalk his prey cannot be ignored.

Rising slowly, Astarion follows her scent through the trees to a nearby stream. His movements are fluid and silent as he approaches her. Tav is kneeling in front of the water, wringing out a blood-soaked cloth.

"Seems such a waste to wash that delicious blood away, darling," Astarion's voice, silky and smooth as velvet, slices through the night like a dagger. Tav lets out a startled squeal, spinning to face him.

"Astarion!" Her voice cracks with surprise as she stumbles back, but his hand shoots out to steady her, his touch cool against the small of her back as he prevents her from falling into the rocky stream.

His gaze is locked onto Tav's eyes, wide with astonishment, her pupils are dilated so only faint rings of color remain around dark voids. With his keen elven senses, he can hear the rapid thrum of her heart beneath her chest. Releasing her gently, Astarion steps back, his posture graceful and poised.

"Sorry, my dear," he says, softening his tone to one less intimidating. "I was merely ensuring no creatures were stalking you in the night as you wandered off. There are far worse dangers in these woods than bears, you know?"

"You mean like you?" Tav's words are sharp, but Astarion detects the faint quiver of her bottom lip.

"I just prevented you from bashing your skull on those wet rocks, and this is the gratitude I receive?" Astarion scoffs.

"I wouldn't have nearly slipped if you hadn't snuck up on me, asshole," Tav retorts, pushing him in the chest, though his feet remain firmly planted.

"Oh, my, you look adorable when you're angry," Astarion can’t help but smirk at her.

Tav lets out a frustrated grunt, attempting to stomp away, but Astarion catches her arm before she can pass him. Confusion clouds her face as she searches for an explanation for his unusual behavior. The facade of his usual sassy indifference had vanished, replaced by a tumult of desire and longing.

"Are you here to bite me?" Tav's voice trembles, strained as if she’s fighting back a scream. "I thought you were better than that. You promised me you wouldn’t feed on me unless I asked you to."

Astarion reaches out and takes the wet cloth from her hand, the hunger gnawing at him like a demon. Shamelessly, he presses it to his face, inhaling deeply. His vision is blurred, his head swimming in the intoxicating scent of her body that lingers on the fabric.

"Astarion, knock it off! You’re freaking me out," Tav snaps, snatching the cloth back and tossing it into the dirt.

"Tav," he whimpers, hating the desperation in his voice. Slowly, he releases her wrist, turning away to pinch his brows in an attempt to ease the splitting headache caused by her overwhelming scent.

"What in the hells is wrong with you?" Tav's voice remains cold, but concern flickers in her eyes as she speaks. She feels sorry for him.

Astarion straightens his stance, clearing his throat. "I apologize that I disturbed you. I’m not thinking straight," he announces before turning to walk back to camp.

"Wait," Tav said, and he freezes.

"I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. That I haven’t asked you to bite me the past few nights. I know you must know I’m on my period," she admits, her gaze fixed on the ground. "I didn’t know how you felt about it. I can see now that it’s driving you to madness, but I thought ignoring it was the best course of action. It’s embarrassing, really, and I’m having terrible pains in my stomach."

Astarion closes the distance between them in two swift strides.

"It’s hard to see you like this, so crazed with hunger, and I…" Tav's words falter as Astarion gently places his hand under her chin, lifting her face to meet his.

"Shh, Tav, my sweet. You’re going to put me in a second grave," he murmurs.

To his surprise, Tav presses her face into his with a gentle kiss, and Astarion's eyes close as a deep growl rumbles from his chest.

Tav removes her lips, "I’m sorry that was stupid of me to…" but Astarion wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer, pressing her body against his. He kisses her ravenously. His sharp fangs scrape softly on her bottom lip. A sensation of an unraveling overwhelms Astarion as he kisses Tav. It's a mixture of desire, longing, and perhaps even a hint of vulnerability. This feeling is unfamiliar to him, stirring emotions he's long kept buried beneath his cool exterior.

She relaxes in his arms, sinking deeper into his kiss. Her hand reaches up to ruffle his soft white curls while the other slips under his linen shirt, exploring the ridges and lines of his abdomen.

As they momentarily break their kiss, Astarion feels a rush of dizziness. He gently brushes her hair away from her neck and nuzzles into the curve of her shoulder. His tongue traces the faint marks on her skin, remnants of the nightly feedings he's had days prior. Despite the hunger clawing at him, he restrains himself from indulging further.

His hands, trembling with desire, slide down to the hem of Tav's shirt. He breathes against her ear, his voice a husky whisper, "May I?" Without a word, she responds by lifting her arms, granting him permission. In one smooth motion, he pulls the shirt over her head, revealing her skin. Astarion’s hands cup her breasts. The soft sound she emits as his mouth finds her nipple is music to his ears.

"Please, I need to taste you." He pleas between nibbles and licks on her chest. He no longer feels ashamed by his desperation.

"Oh, Astarion." Tav smiles, "You look so pretty when you beg."

“Gods," he groans, then steps back to remove his shirt before kneeling to the ground in front of her, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight. "Tav," his voice is deep and soft, "I beg you." His hands reach out to grab her waist. "Let me taste you." He rests his forehead softly on her bare stomach. She places her hands on his and slides them down, encouraging him to remove her pants. Astarion is nearly trembling with anticipation as he helps her step out of her garments.

"Hold on," she stops him before he rips off her underwear. The bloodied rag that was freshly changed before he found her, was now soiled again with arousal and blood. "Should we find somewhere more comfortable?" She offers him her hand to help him rise back up.

Astarion feels lightheaded for a moment as he returns to his feet. However, as soon as he regains his balance, he scoops Tav up and carries her with remarkable speed to a clearing near the stream, where the ground is more sand than rocks. He lays Tav down on her back. He crawls towards her slowly, until his thigh is pressed firmly against her sex. As he lowers himself to kiss her once more, he gently hooks his other leg under hers and slides it up slowly, allowing her legs to part for him.

"Astarion?" She whispers to him when their kiss breaks, "You can feed on me tonight if you like."

He doesn’t even recognize the deep, feral growl that escapes his throat in response. "I was so hoping you would say that darling."

Astarion kisses his way down Tav’s stomach. She squirms at the feeling of his fangs brushing lightly on her ribs. He catches the waistband of her undergarments between his teeth and slides them down her legs to remove them.

He stops to hover over Tav for a moment now that she’s fully undressed. He savors the look she’s giving him through hooded eyes. Pausing, he appreciates the beauty of her bare skin splayed before him, relishing her scent before he consumes her.

"You’re too good to me, my pretty thing. I don’t deserve this, and I don’t deserve you." Astarion remarks before his head dips between her legs.

Astarion flattens his tongue and licks her once slowly, bottom to top. Tav tastes unbelievable. It still tastes like her blood, metallic and rich, but it’s enhanced with the flavor of her slick arousal, the must of her sweat, the flesh of her womb. If the blood in her veins is his water, his life source, the blood between her legs is like the finest of wines.

The hums and moans that leave Astarion's throat as he devours her are so animalistic, he can hardly hear Tav’s whines. He licks up every drop until she is clean then sticks his tongue deep inside her searching for more. His nose rubs in a side-to-side motion, pressed firmly against her apex, as his tongue explores.

"Oh gods, Astarion!" Tav gasps. He feels a slight sting on his scalp as she grabs a fistful of his silver curls while rocking her hips to match the speed of his tongue.

"I need more," Astarion rasps. His lips close around her bud He slides two slender fingers inside of her and starts pumping them in and out, coaxing out more blood. Her moans fill his ears like a siren’s song, adding to his pleasure. He can feel her insides tightening around his digits.

"Astarion. I…" Tav’s sentence is cut off by a wail of pleasure. He can smell the ecstasy flooding her blood, hear her heart pounding in her chest, and feel her body spasm and quake where he touches her. He doesn’t change the pace of his tongue or hand, dragging out her orgasm until she is panting and spent. He removes his fingers from her to lick them clean like a cat and notices a small trickle of blood leaking out of her.

"You may have just finished, darling, but I am not done yet. Nothing compares to the sound of my name cried from your lips, and I intend to hear it again." Astarion’s face dips back down to clean her folds. The amount of blood he can get from her body is not nearly enough to fill him. He needs to feed soon, a real meal, a pint of blood or more, not just a taste. But it can wait; the taste is too divine to stop.

Astarion hooks his arms under her thighs and flips onto his back, pulling her with him in one smooth motion. He grabs her hips as he forces her to a sitting position on his face, drinking her in. She shrieks and tries to pull away.

"Astarion, I need a minute. It’s too much." He releases his hands and stares up at her face with mid concern while she hovers over him. He tries to imagine how he looks to her right now.

"Can I ask you to be my mirror again, love?" He recalls the evening Tav found him looking at his empty reflection.

She studies him. "Your pretty face is absolutely covered with blood," she states. "Your lips are puffy and swollen. Your skin is thin and pale, paler than usual. Then there are your eyes…" she pauses, "they’re so red right now that they nearly glow in the light of the stars. There is nothing human, or even elf, left in them. They are the eyes of a monster."

Astarion grins wide, displaying his sharp fangs to her, "I am a monster, dear. Now can you please let me get back to consuming my prey?" His tongue extends from his mouth to lap against her swollen sensitive skin.

Tav tilts her head back and moans, exposing the full length of her gorgeous neck. Her back arches as she lowers herself onto his lips. Astarion grumbles in satisfaction when the taste of her dances on his tongue again. He grabs her thighs, in case she decides to pull away again, but instead she lowers onto him more, smothering him. She rocks against him, rubbing herself against his mouth and nose.

His lungs burn slightly, but he doesn’t need to breathe air to survive; it’s just a matter of an unconscious habit from before he turned into a vampire spawn. He needs air in his lungs to be able to speak, and it’s slightly uncomfortable if his lungs go without air for extended periods of time. He represses the memories of torture he had to endure over the centuries, where Cazador would deprive him of air for days just to watch him struggle. Astarion silently scolds himself for focusing on his lungs when his attention should be on the woman on top of him.

Tav bends her back further and places her hand on his waste to steady herself. Her hand brushes against the swollen bulge in his leather pants. His other primal urge is nothing more than an annoyance compared to his crazed lust to feed. But Astarion doesn’t protest when she starts to pet him through his pants as she continues to use his face like a toy. His pants suddenly feel uncomfortably tight.

"Astarion!" His name sounds like a symphony when it exits her body. She collapses forward, cradling his head with her arms. He drinks her in, savoring all his senses. His hands run up and down her bare thighs that seem to burn with heat. She rolls off him and lands in the sandy dirt of the bank, lying flat on her back beside him. They breathe in sync, shallow and hard.

"Tav, I…" Astarion pants, still laying on his back. "I need to feed."

"I know, I told you that you could. It’s not enough, right? Down there I mean. I figured as much. Why didn’t you just go for my neck in the first place? Why starve yourself on tiny mouthfuls when you can just bite me?"

"The taste," he whispers, "It’s addictive. I can’t stop." He swipes a finger between her legs and places the pad of it against his tongue and groans.

"Astarion?" Tav rolls onto her side to gaze into his eyes. She places her hand against the puncture marks on her neck from his fangs. "Bite me."

Astarion rises to his feet. Stars briefly dance across his vision, then fade. He is again reminded of the throbbing of his groin and decides to remove his confining leather pants and exposes himself to her. It seems only fair to be as naked as she is.

Tav’s eyes bulge and her jaw slacks as she stares at him. She props herself up on her elbows and slowly opens her legs to him. The wanting look she gives him is the closest thing he’ll get to a reflection of his own eyes. He waits, tension coiling in his muscles in anticipation as he searches her expression for the words he longs to hear.

"Darling, I am supposed to be the one looking at you like a feast laid before me, but here you are, looking at me like I’m a fresh baked pie. I could practically wipe away your drool." He smirks down at her. His hand lazily strokes his length to tease her.

Tav's lips form the word "Please," her voiceless plea echoing in the quiet night.

"Please what, my pet?" Astarion teases, his voice low and filled with anticipation, as he listens to the rapid rhythm of her heart, quickening like a drumbeat.

"Please. I want you to bite me while you fuck me." Her voice deepens, her eyelids are heavy with lust. Astarion’s stomach flips, and he pounces onto her like a fox catching a mouse.

"Such a filthy little mouth you have." He tuts. While he arranges himself over Tav. It's a familiar position that they have practiced nearly every night since she invited him to feed on her, only this time they are skin to skin. His face lingers over her neck, his breath cools her blazing skin. The tip of his shaft is posed at her entrance. She bucks her hips in response, and he sinks into her partially, then withdrawals.

"You are mine." Astarion whispers into her neck. Pressing his lips to the partially healed wound from his last bite as he enters her again, sinking his entire length into her. Tav cries out in response, but he doesn’t move.

"Astarion, please," She whines. He raises himself onto the palms of his hands to look at her. Her eyes are glossy, tears are forming in the corners.

"Tav, Darling, you look so pretty when you beg." He echoes her earlier words. He wishes he could hold out a little longer to see how far he could tease her until she breaks, but his need to feed is too intense. He starts slowly pumping in and out. Her eyes close and her mouth opens wide in pleasure. She feels amazing, so tight, so soft, so wet with blood and arousal.

Tav places her hands on Astarion’s back and digs her nails in, only to pull away quickly when she feels the bumps of the scars she hasn’t yet seen. She opens her mouth to mention it but he quickly covers it with his blood stained lips. His tongue slips past her lips and moves with the same rhythm of his thrusts. She moans into his mouth as his pace quickens. Then he breaks her kiss to purr into her ear, ‘Do you taste yourself on my lips, beautiful? It’s delicious, isn’t it? You taste divine.’

Tav shivers beneath him and lets out a sob. His lips brush down her neck. Astarion snarls to expose his sharp, elongated canines then grazes them against her throat, ready to strike. His thrusts never stop, slamming into her repeatedly, as he finally sinks his teeth into her neck and sucks her blood.

"Oh fuck, Astarion!" Tav releases a scream and falls apart under him. Shaking and panting while grinding against him. He can taste the electricity of her climax surge through her blood as her heart beats with a steady rhythm, allowing the blood to flow through her veins until it reaches his mouth. Astarion feels a rush stronger than any drug, more enchanting than any spell or potion. Her walls spasm around him, while he slurps against her neck. He sucks her blood with intense force. Pinning her under him. He can’t stop.

After several moments of bliss, he notices she has gone completely still beneath him. It takes all his willpower to unlatch his fangs before he sits up quickly.

"Shit’." A wave of panic washes over Astarion as he inspects Tav. Her skin appears paler, almost gray. Her breaths come slow and shallow, and her heartbeat is faint and stuttering. Without hesitation, he scoops up her limp body and wades into the waist-deep waters of the nearby stream, gently lowering her in. The water feels warm against his skin, though he himself is generally cooler than most creatures. He hopes the temperature doesn’t send her body further into shock.

As he holds her in the water, Astarion's mind races with worst-case scenarios. He imagines having to speak with Withers to revive her, dreading the thought of explaining his actions to the rest of the camp. Tav won’t easily forgive him this time, he fears. He might be cast out or even killed. He curses himself for following her out here in the first place. She was right to avoid him these past few days.

Just as he begins to entertain thoughts of escape, Tav’s soft voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts. "Star?"

Relief floods through him. "Oh, thank the gods, Tav. I’m truly sorry. I got a little carried away." He holds her tighter against his chest, feeling her shiver against him.

"Cold," Tav manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Astarion carries her out of the water and gently sets her down in a patch of soft grass. He hurries to gather their scattered clothes, helping her dress into her pants and shirt. He wraps his own rumpled white shirt around her for extra warmth, then puts on his pants before rinsing the remaining blood from his face in the stream.

Returning to her side, Astarion finds her hugging her legs, the color slowly returning to her face. "Let’s get you back to camp near the fire. I’ll wake Shadowheart to see if she can heal you," he suggests, wrapping his arm around her.

Tav turns to him, her voice airy and soft. "No, I think I'll manage until morning." Astarion kisses her forehead as she embraces him, her hands rubbing slow circles on his back.

"Turn around," Tav demands, and he complies, allowing her to view the intricate scars covering his entire back. She traces them with her fingers. "What happened to you?" Her voice carries a tone of pity, and Astarion swallows a lump in his throat.

"It’s a poem," He explains calmly. "Cazador did it to me. He took his time. I don’t know what it says."

"Oh, Astarion, I’m so sorry," Tav responds with compassion that almost irritates him.

"You’re sorry?" Astarion snaps, turning to face her. "I nearly killed you tonight, and you’re sorry?" He immediately regrets the sharpness of his words. "No, Tav, I’m sorry." Pulling her into him, he collapses to the ground, and she lays her head on his bare chest.

‘Astarion, I…’ Tav starts to speak.

"Hush," he interrupts, holding a finger to her lips. "Listen." He tunes into the sounds of the environment around them—the rustling of tree branches in the breeze, the chirping of insects in the reeds, the rushing of water in the nearby stream. But the sound he wants her to hear isn’t external; it’s coming from within him. After several seconds, she jerks her head up from his chest to meet his eyes.

"Did… did I just hear your heart?" Her voice is filled with astonishment. "You have a heartbeat?" Her brows furrow in confusion as she searches his face for answers. "Is that another side effect of the tadpole? Like how you can walk in the sun?"

Astarion smiles at her. "Yes, you heard my heart beating. No, it’s not from the worm in my head. It’s from you, darling."

"What? How?" Tav’s confusion deepens.

‘Well, when I feed, especially if it’s a big meal, my body must circulate the fresh blood throughout it somehow. And in case you weren’t aware, I’ll give you a little anatomy lesson. I need blood in a certain area of the body to give you a performance like I did back there."

She stares at him in shock "So your heart will kickstart when you're full, or horny?"

"In simple terms, yes dear, and I do feel both of those right now. However, it only beats a couple times a minute, not like a living creature. Have you noticed the color return to my skin, and that my temperature is at least five degrees warmer than usual?"

Tav smiles softly as she lays her head back on his chest in silence, waiting to hear a soft thump again. "I can make your heartbeat," she whispers.

"Well Tav, it seems my heart belongs to you now," Astarion sighs. "I’ve never felt anything like that before. I’m practically drunk on you right now. When I told you were my first bite, I meant it and now I can’t imagine drinking the blood of anyone else. Not like I have many options anyways, no one else is exactly offering me their neck." She smacks him softly, and he lets out a chuckle before his face softens with worry.

"I don’t think it’s safe to do that again, though," He grumbles. "I nearly lost you." Tav looks up at him with sadness in her eyes. "I mean I would happily bed you again," Astarion continues, "and I still wish to feed on you if you allow it, once you're replenished, but I think we should keep dinner and sex separate from now on."

Tav scoots up to kiss his neck. Then rises to her knees and straddles him. Her hair forms a halo around her face as she looks down at him.

"What is Withers there for if we don’t use him once and a while. Plus, we have at least ten revival scrolls in the chest at the camp."

His heart beats again, slightly harder than the last time. "Are you giving me permission to suck you dry? You filthy little pup." His hands grab her rear, and he squeezes. "How did I get so lucky? Getting abducted by mind flayers seems to have been the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"I mean, I've never felt anything like that either. When you were draining me of blood, I let it happen, I didn’t want it to stop. I was in a daze as I slipped away. To be clear, I don’t think the others will approve of paying 200 gold coins to Withers, or wasting revival scrolls that could be used during a fight, every time I come to your bed, but if it happens… I trust you to bring me back. I guess my heart belongs to you now too. Since it pumps the blood through me that keeps you alive and thriving."

Astarion inhales deeply. "Well in that case, darling," his hand reaches up to grab her neck and he pulls her head down so her ear touches his lips "I think you're beating me three-nil in climaxes this evening. And I intend to double your score at the very least, and maybe get a point on the board myself before the sun rises." He glances down and notices a blood stain seeping through her pants onto his. He realizes didn't put her underwear back on nor replace her blood rag when he dressed her earlier. "Also, it looks like you might need a little cleaning up again, my love."

END

[luveline]

I've read your vampire eddie fic and its soo lovely I adore them being weird toghether <3 and I thought how will reader and eddie pass the summer? I totally see her saying shit like Vlad please put on some sunscreen lol and eddie be so grumpy

“It’s not that you don’t like it,” you’re saying. 

“No, that’s exactly what it is.” 

You sit down on the picnic blanket by his hip with a plate of summer fruit sweating in your hands. You’ve dotted a few ice cubes through the mountains of it, water melting, turning pink from the melon and yellow with the pineapple juice as the sun bears down.

“The sun is good for you,” you say, taking a slice of apple with green, bright rind in between two fingers. You have very pretty hands, Eddie’s thought that ever since you met, and they’re prettier still because of how you use them, you’re oh so gentle. “Just like this.” 

He won’t let you feed him, taking the apple as you press it to his lips, juice and water wetting his fingers. “The sun does nothing for me. I’m dead.” 

“Are you?” you ask, a genuine curiosity to your tone as you put the plate in front of him. Eddie, on his front, anticipates your next move before you’ve decided, not just because of his super senses but also because you’re a predictable creature, who loves him very much. Unlikely and true. “I thought you were only half dead,” you say, resting a hand by his ribs and leveraging yourself across his back in a hug. “Well, I thought you were undead.” 

Eddie is regrettably undead. “I forgot you were the expert on my condition,” he says, putting the apple slice in his mouth whole.

“Your condition,” you say, your face slotting into the back of his neck, forcing him to close his eyes and settle into the blanket, grass beneath it crisp from the heat. 

“My vampirism.” 

“Ah, I thought you meant your behavioural issues.” 

“Of course you did.” 

You don’t say anything back. Quiet, your hands slide up in front of his armpits, your head lolling heavily to one side. You mouth a word against his neck, a second and third, but Eddie can’t decipher what it is you’re saying even with his incredible hearing, can only feel the soft curve of your lips as they shutter closed, hot like a fresh bruise beneath his ear. 

Eddie nudges you to slide off of him, turning, cautious of the plate, to offer you his arm, and to see your face more clearly. You’ve forgone any of your fun makeups today, weary of the heat, all your wrinkles and lines in stunning detail under his gaze.

You lay on your side and Eddie lifts the arm that isn’t supporting him with his finger bent into a tight ‘n’ to stroke the skin under your chin. “You’re pretty,” he says, his knuckle rubbing back and forth. 

“You’re beautiful,” you say back. The hair at the nape of your neck is damp with sweat, and as you both lay there in the humidity, a bead of it races suddenly to sink into the fabric of your top. 

“You’re really pretty,” he says, ignoring your deflection —though for you, he doubts it’s a deflection at all, only a thought you’d had and spoken without qualm— in favour of lavishing you with some more love and praise. He opens his palm and touches his fingertips to your cheek, conscious of the heat, stringing the words together slow as the heavy pour of a maple tapper, “I don’t like the sun, it’s hot, and I’m melting, but I don’t think I mind it when you’re here too.” 

Your heart does a jump, to his smugness, an audible caper of your pulse. “Everything’s better when we’re together,” you say. 

He nods severely and lifts your chin just a touch, tilting his head to the side to kiss you. The pressure of his fangs is forgotten, a blood sate too far away to ignore the more nefarious longing that thrums at the centre of his chest, but overpowered anyways by practice, and desire; he’s gotten a thousand times better at kissing you, because you like to be kissed, and he likes to give you anything he can. 

He can’t pretend he doesn’t like this, either. You cover his hand with yours and wade in like a quick tide, pulling back and pushing in, like nips without the pain. Your hand slips into his hair. “I love you,” you say, “but you’re sweating like crazy.” 

“You’re sweating worse,” he says. 

“We’ll have to take a vacation.” 

“Where do you want to go?” 

“Literally everywhere cold.” 

Eddie can’t leave Hawkins. He needs blood, and there’s only one sheriff who’s willing to source it for him. But it’s a nice idea, a fantasy he won’t ruin for you. “Where’d you want to go first?” 

“I wanna go to that place with the Northern Lights. We’d never complain about sweating again.” 

You squint at him. 

“What?” he asks. 

“Where do you want to go?” you ask. 

“Anywhere with you.” 

“Well, you’d have to.” 

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” he asks. 

“I’m your only portable blood bag, Eddie.” 

He lays back on his back, covering his eyes with an arm as the other comes to rest on his soft stomach, whirl of a scar thick beneath his shirt. “Never gonna happen.” 

You shuffle closer to him. “One day,” you say, laying down next to him with your face nearly flat to the blanket, the heat of your body a palpable thickness he wouldn’t change for the world, dehydration inevitable. “You’ll give me a nice sharp kiss and that’ll be that.” 

“Never.” 

“Imagine it.” Your voice turns to a whisper. 

“Never, babe,” he says, he promises, the weight of his arm over his eyes like an iron. 

“I’ll just have to bite you instead.” 

You open your mouth and press your teeth to the hill of his shoulder, dull and wet, your breath like a kiss before you let your lips drift shut and give him a proper one. “Love you,” you say. 

“Love you, freakazoid.” He wrestles you into a cuddle he’ll regret sooner rather than later, wishing his vampirism were better at keeping him cool. He’s cold to the touch most of the time. Right now he’s baking. “But I’m not biting you,” he says into your forehead. 

You laugh breezily. “Not today you’re not. That’s why I made fruit salad.” 

[bora-in-tamriel]

Vail (Coil x Varré) art dump

I love them your honor,,

If you do, you can read about their (mostly,, kind of,, completed) story here; AO3

Can't believe i started it almost 2 years ago,, i really need to finish it lol

[crushofdoves]

no, you know what? i don’t want to be nice to people who treat fic writers like content creators.

it’s not fucking normal to leave ‘reviews’ for fanfiction - that’s an insane and unkind thing to do. i have been reading fic on lj, ff.net, ao3 and tumblr for longer than some of y’all have been alive and i’m telling you that i have never seen people act like this.

the concept of “content” has rotted y’all’s brains to the point that you don’t see us as human, like we’re just robots who exist to entertain you.

we’re people - just like y’all - who have jobs and families and whole lives outside of writing fic and honestly, it only takes one rude comment/bookmark/message to completely zap the words right outta me and i know i’m not the only writer who feels that way.

if you don’t like something about a fan work, whether it’s fic or art or whatever - keep it to your damn self. complain in private to friends if you have to but the damage you’re doing to writers and artists by talking about it publicly - when nobody fucking asked - is astronomical, and hard to come back from.

[goldsbitch]

Just don't talk--------

-you might say something that hurts.

p10 to Just don't talk

summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. The PR teams strike again.

Y/N was unusually giddy while doing interviews on the grid that day. It was hard to be nervous when in the corner of her eye she saw Lando, in his usual glorious unbothered style, seemingly more confident than he'd been the past few weeks.

Smiles shared in secret, both of them being lifted up by enormous amount of butterflies. Yet they both tried their best to keep busy in order to push off their inevitable "what are we" talk.

She was more than sure what she wanted to be to him. But the thought of him not being willing to make the lead was a scary one - so let's just ignore it and keep thinking about his tongue on her neck. And Lando? He was doing exactly the same. Both of them blissfully unaware that their crush has started to become impossible to hide.

//

"Y/N, what do you think about the car on this track? Will you be competetive enough for a podium?" was a simple and boring question that Y/N tried to answer in a creative way, but nothing was coming to her mind. With a great smile, she replied: "Yeah, I have a pretty good feeling that things are turning out for good."

Lando was "not so accidentally" passing by at that exact moment, deliberately taking the rout where he would have to walk past her, because his body just wanted to be near her at any point possible. His school boy instinct kicked in and in the same way as a five-year old boy would pull his crushes hair, he snatched Y/N team cap of her head gracefully in order to tease her.

"Hey!" she screamed in the middle of listening to another question from the interviewer and turned around, knowing well who that was, as she watched him approaching before. A small amused smile escaped her, it was impossible to stop it. Same for Lando.

"Oh, hello, Lando," the interviewer acknowledged him, hoping for some good viral content.

"Hey," was his speedy response, probably not ever trying to hide his own amusement.

Y/N tried to keep it cool and look at his lips. "Give it back, Lando." Nope, she failed at keeping her smile in.

"You know where to pick it up, honey," he said simply, winked and said goodbye to the interviewer as he walked away. Y/N's stomach dropped at how obvious he was with his flirting in public and how impossible she found it to keep herself together. She took a moment before resuming, internally fuming. She was happy and mortified at the same time.

"Well," Y/N said as she turned back to her interview. "Where were we?" And there it was - a fatal smile that would cost her in the future.

The interviewer was full on a mission to not let that go. "I see the mood has shifted between you two, has the previous feud passed now?"

"I guess you could say that, yes," she replied, slowly pulling herself back, heart still beating like after running a marathon.

"Do you guys spend time together off the track? Has that maybe helped?" How the fuck was she supposed to answer that?

Not so confidently, she pulled out a cliché line in order to save her. "We do our talking on the track." It was technically not a lie - what they did in their spare time was definitely not limited to talking.

"I see," the interviewer said, not satisfied with her answer.

"I'd love to chat, but my team is calling," he pointed somewhere off camera, somewhere where there definitely was not someone from her team pointing at her. She excused herself and strolled away, in the other way that Lando went, as quickly as possible.

Yes, she did. Oh god, it was becoming unbearable. How was he so infuriating? How can one manage to be so....ugh!!

The day passed by in a blur of meetings, interviews and fan meet and greets. Since their "joint" interview was live though, it took only few hours for the first edits to appear on social media, hashtags getting created and the two of them going viral once again. It was all a bit overwhelming, Y/N sat there and secretly watched every single edit she came by. There is one thing to fantasize secretly about your crush, another thing is when the whole seems to get on the same boat and romanticize the fuck out it. Was it making the whole thing more awkward? Probably, but Lando's and Y/N minds were too busy thinking about each other in order to take in the point of view of others. The whole grid became aware of the pair quickly becoming a meme.

Oscar limited himself to eye rolling only, as he was more than aware of what was going on.

Y/N was shocked to find Lando already sitting in with his and her team in one of the FIA's meeting rooms. The fact that this was happening outside of their team premise should have been a clear sign - they are being called into the same meeting. Nowhere to hide now.

Lando was sitting there, casually cramped up in a chair in an anatomically impossible position, legs twisted all around. "Can't he not sit like a normal person for once?" was Y/N first thought. The reason he sat like that was to prevent himself from foot tapping the whole building down. Acting cool and innocent, that was his strategy. He was sure they'll tell him to tone it down, not to bother Y/N publicly, he'll just nod at everything they say and then go finally cum all over her chest once again, just to prove to her that she is his. Not a hard task. He glanced at her innocently as she stepped in, doing a real bad job at hiding her shock. He rolled his eyes and smirked. This girl was so innocently cute. His own comms team shot him a warning look, so he just proceeded to stare into the ground. Y/n had very little time to get her strategy ready, cursing herself for not discussing this with Lando prior to this.

"Thank you both for coming on such a short notice," was how Lando's team opened the conversation with. You could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife.

"As you're both aware, we have tried several strategies in the past in order to get your image out in the best light as possible."

Y/N let out a laugh which she could not contain in, to which Lando shot her a surprised, horrified and slightly amused look. Unbelievable.

"Continue, please. I am listening," he said, just to spite her.

"Thank you. Please guys, let's keep this civil and adult," this time her team stepped in to put her down. Lando could not remember having this much fun.

"To continue what my colleague started to say, lots of several approaches which did not bring the ideal results. And with today's development, we feel like this is another time for us to step in. You're both faces of prestigious brands and the teams rely on you being likable characters. Am I right?"

Lando nodded, as if he was lying about understanding a new topic in a math lesson - maybe little too much. Y/N just bit her lip and remained silent.

This whole thing was so bizarre, like being caught for stealing a candy bar while having a stolen gold necklace in your pocket.

"What would you suggest?" Lando asked and Y/N doubted anyone in the room was fooled by his act and must have seen though him. He was obviously having the time of his life. At this rate she would have a hole in her lower lip if she would keep biting it down this was.

"I'm glad you're asking, Lando, and hope you'll be able to cooperate."

"You can count on my sincere involvement in your strategy," he stated seriously and stared at Y/N comms team. His own team knew what was up with his attitude but decided not to call him out just yet.

Y/N glanced at the papers resembling a contact on the table. This is it, she thought, the no contact and no involvement agreement. They're going to stop them from talking to each other in public? Is that even allowed?

His's comms manager took a deep breath. "The numbers on all our socials have spiked up greatly since your interaction became of a positive nature. What we've seen today - that will make our sponsors more than happy."

Lando was quicker than Y/N to connect the dots. His mood changed drastically within seconds and he finally sat up straight.

"No. Not a chance," he burned his team with his hard stare.

"Lando, please, let us finish."

He was not having that. "I know what you're going to say and no, you can't just order us to do that."

"Nobody is ordering you to do anything. We're simply...Putting this on the table.

"Forget that, no way in hell am I ever going to agree with this," he said, pointing at the contracts lying on the table. The room went silent for few seconds.

"I'm sorry, what are we talking about here?" asked Y/N, not really having the dots connected just yet. Lando briefly forgot that she was in the room, suddenly regretting his quick dismissal. But he was not the one to be forced into anything like this. Better him having it break to her then them, right?

This time he was the one to take a deep breath and while speaking to Y/N, he still stared at the comms teams. "They want us to start fake dating for PR." He was hoping he got it wrong. But the silence on the other side of the table just proved him right.

This came as a shock to her. Was this their masterplan? Did they really have to meddle all the fucking time? "I...I didn't think these things actually happened in real world," she stated, honestly.

Why couldn't these two just get a minute to talk among themselves? Y/N's mind was once again stuck in a rut because of Lando Norris existing at the same time as she did. Million questions on her mind, but the biggest one - why was it such a hard and obvious no from him? He did not even consider it. This could have been an easy escape for them.

"What would that look like exactly?" she asked, wrapping her head around it.

She received smiles from the team, them being happy that she was seemingly somewhat on board. "Well, we would set a clear timeline with a deadline and a scheduled break up, set up a social media strategy, you'd accompany each other on social event and the PDA would be very clearly stated upon the mutual agreement between you and your lawyers. Involvement of other people around you would always be discussed prior and clear communication is key. We do not want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Of course, an NDA is part of this agreement."

It was impossible to look at him just yet. Her head was spinning. She was on the verge of crying and had to somehow hold herself together in front of all those people. She had to get out fast, like fast fast. She had her answer. He did not like her in the same way she liked him.

"Excuse me for a moment, I feel sick," she said and swiftly got up, nearly tripping over her own feet as she sprinted out.

part 11

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@scopeiguess @leclercsluv @sulliamour @starmanv @riverxsq @eviethetheatrefreak @chonkybonky @bicchaan @saachiep81 @chezmardybum

[starchasersversion]

everyone talking about rare relationship but what about RARE FRIENDSHIPS? here's my favourite ones i have seen

reg and marlene

james and all the slytherins tbh (mainly pandora and dorcas)

sirius and barty

reg and mary

evan and remus

peter and reg

marlene evan and barty

lily and barty

sirius and pandora

and probs others that i have forgotten

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

Love Bites: Chapter 8

Series Masterlist

“I’m gonna do it.” Y/N told Tammy, as she walked into the dressing room. It was their first show in France and after her conversation with Joe, Y/N knew what she had to do.

“What are you doing?” Tammy looked up from her magazine at the pacing lead singer.

“I’m gonna break up with Doug.” Y/N stopped her pacing as she looked over at her best friend. Tammy immediately started smiling.

“When?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can do it over the phone so I will probably have to wait until we go back home.”

“But that’s months away.” Tammy pointed out, earning a sigh.

“I know. If I do it before then though, I can’t guarantee that he won’t throw my stuff out.”

“It’s a shame we don’t have a break before we go to America.” Tammy told her.

“There’s nothing that we can do about that. When the tour ends I’ll break up with him.”

“And when you do, my front door is open for you for as long as you need.” Tammy reassured her.

*

The shows in France went well. With every day that passed, Ultraviolet were settling into the tour life and enjoying every show. Joe and Y/N were still staying away from each other but it wasn’t as awkward as before. They would be polite to one another and engage in conversations, but as soon as the two were alone, one would leave the room. 

Y/N didn’t know if she could trust herself around the Def Leppard frontman. Every day that she spent with the man, or even just in the same room as him, she found herself falling more and more for him. She was sure that everyone around her could tell but she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

Until the tour ended and she broke up with Doug, she knew that she couldn’t do anything about her growing feelings. She just hoped that Joe would be willing to wait for her. 

Little did she know, Joe was having similar thoughts about her. After he found her outside the hotel, he couldn't keep his mind off of her. He was pleased that she was finally going to break up with Doug but at the same time, that didn’t mean she would want to pursue anything with him. Yes they kissed but that didn’t mean that she would want to be with him.

Afterall, the woman would only have just gotten out of a serious relationship, an unhealthy one at that. Joe knew that he couldn’t date her when she was in such a fragile state, no matter how much he wanted her.

*

A week after they arrived in France, it was time for the two bands to travel to America. It was a nearly eleven hour flight and almost all the way throughout, Johnny wouldn’t shut up. Y/N could tell that all of Def Leppard, aside from Rick who was asleep, was getting annoyed along with Benji. 

Y/N however, couldn’t bring herself to become agitated at the excited drummer, afterall, it was their first time to America and Y/N was feeling ecstatic as well, she just hid it better and kept all her excitement inside.

Joe sat opposite Y/N after Tammy and Sav had made him. The two lead singers assumed that it was their bassists’ idea of a joke and they didn’t bother to argue with them. Both of them spent the flight talking quietly, trying to drown out Johnny’s incessant talking. It felt like things were back to normal after their kiss. It was as if nothing had happened between them.

Johnny eventually wore himself out after five hours, much to everyone’s relief and the plane fell silent for a moment. Y/N decided that now would be a good time to talk to Joe seriously.

“Thank goodness he is finally asleep.” Y/N joked earning a hushed laugh from Joe.

“I wasn’t going to say anything so I am glad you did.” Joe told her, the dimple on his left cheek was more prominent than ever.

“I’m breaking up with Doug when we get home.” Y/N told Joe bluntly, earning a stunned look in response.

“You are?” Joe asked, happy that she was really going to do it.

“Yeah. You helped me realise that he isn’t who I should be with.”

Joe felt himself swallow at her words. He couldn’t help the way his heart started beating faster and he could only hope that she wasn’t able to notice.

“Well, I’m glad I could help.” Joe told her, his throat not used to the sudden dryness that had overcome it.

“Did you mean what you said the other day?” Y/N asked him, deciding that there was no way back now. “That you would be there for me?”

Joe gently smiled at her, taking her hand in his and rubbing his thumb over the back.

“Every word.”

*

They finally arrived in America. Both bands were booked into a hotel in Georgia so that they could all get some sleep before their first American show the next day, however, they all found themselves in Joe and Sav’s room. None of them could sleep from the never fading excitement of the tour. They had all had plenty of sleep on the plane and the time difference had messed with their sleep schedules.

Everyone was either laying on one of the two beds in the room, or on the floor, but they were all slightly too drunk to care. Y/N didn’t drink very often so she found herself getting quite drunk very quickly. 

Lucky, she didn’t end up vomiting but instead passed out on Joe’s lap. The man just ran his fingers through her hair, lulling her into a deeper slumber. He soon noticed a pair of eyes on him and turned to his drummer.

“What?” He questioned him in a hushed tone as not to wake the sleeping girl on his lap.

“You’re in love with her aren’t you.” Rick spoke knowingly.

Joe went to protest but was interrupted.

“Yes.” Sav stated, looking over between his two bandmates. “There’s no point denying it mate.”

Joe didn’t even bother responding, he couldn’t deny their claims. He just wanted to enjoy holding the woman on his lap. He didn’t know if he would be able to do it again.

Chapter 9

Taglist

@genxrocker

@elliotts-personal-property

@friccinfricks

@i-love-def-leppard

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[tadaxii-i]

Just spawned this because everyone’s vampire jegulus phase passed, but not mine

*explodes*

[princington]

“Bea,” Ava breathes again, held perfectly still between the vice of the arm around her waist and the fingers tangled in her hair.

who needs comfortable love ch 5 by @the-ominous-owl

[pkaykim]

Oofurixmas2022 for @meela-31

[harkonnen-darkness]

⛧ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉 ⛧ (poem)

~ The Greed ~

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• short Poem-Oneshot to my fanfiction Love Bites • 18+ smut: ⫸ dark romance ⫷ ~ biting (✙wounds), blood, skin licking, power, (him) teasing (you), feelings for each other!, nightmares, toxic relationship?! But also fluff • words: ca. 1.500

𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨��𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨? 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐇𝐞, 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚-𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐎𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔,

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒔,

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏,

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒅,

𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔,

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞. 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝. 𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐈𝐟 𝐬𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐀 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 '𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝'. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲.

𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐎𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.

𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑,

𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓.

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥? 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 - 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫!

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏,

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔,

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔,

𝑾𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒖𝒑,

𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐀 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞… 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 (𝐧𝐨𝐰). 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 - 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐬-𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰). 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧 “𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.“ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 (𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥) 𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐍𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧. 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞. 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱. 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐰. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. ❝𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝-𝐑𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐚!❞𝐀𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 '𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝', 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚��𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐦.

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆,

𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒆,

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆

𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝é𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭é. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐅𝐞𝐲𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬. 𝐍𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

(𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨.)

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐳𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢���𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐀 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫.

❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧.❞

I wrote this in the night. Maybe at 4 or 5 am. My soul is dead…

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fanart for what may be my favorite fic of all time, Running Behind by @asidian! here's prompto enjoying all the foods from the fic beacuse he deserves it <3