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aquietlifesblog · 3 months ago

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Ravening Wolves (Dio x F!Reader) 6/?

"When it's all over," he breathes, "when I stand supreme, and am no longer a slave to fate... I shall show you heaven..."

At long last, the time has come to set your grand scheme in motion: the elimination of Jotaro Kujo and Dio's glorious resurrection. The Age of Heaven is near, and you won't let the Joestars stop you—no matter how hard they fight. You've defied fate and death for Dio. Perhaps one day you'll tell him how you feel. A sequel to 'Hungry Eyes.'

Read on AO3 Note: This chapter contains some sexually explicit material, if you're not interested then you may begin reading at the first page break.

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Chapter 6: Vision of Love

“Look at me.”

Dio was always a selfish man, one who demanded the whole of you. Though he acknowledged his feelings, he knew that love was a treacherous path, a labyrinth where the weak-willed stumbled and fell. He'd seen it countless times before, individuals driven to madness, to ruin, all because they allowed their hearts to rule over reason. Love, to Dio, was a weapon that could be used against anyone who dared to embrace it fully.

So, when Pucci told him of your confession, of the words he always suspected but could never truly confirm, a cruel thrill coursed through his cold, dead heart.

To know that you suffered, that you were bound by feelings you couldn't control, was a gratifying realization. He relished the idea that your love had become a shackle, a leash that bound you to him, one he could use to pull you closer whenever he wanted you.

"Look at me," he repeats, "I want to see your eyes." He hooks your chin between his fingers and forces your eyes to meet. He stares at you, those golden eyes lit with the same fire he's been feeling all night.

"This is what you asked for, isn't it? What you wanted?" He thrusts his hips, pushing himself deeper into you, and you cry out as his thick cock stretches you open. He revels in this--this intimacy, this power.

Dio's eyes darken as he watches you writhe beneath him, as you tighten around his length.

He doesn't hold back.

Dio's clawed hands grip your waist, holding you still as he moves faster inside you. Your breath comes fast and ragged.

"Look at you...a writhing mess beneath me." He says, golden eyes gleaming despite the darkness of the night. "It's been so long, hasn't it? You’ve never felt so good, have you?…so…complete. You’ve never wanted anyone else but me... " He goes on and on as the bed shakes and the headboard slams against the wall in time with his rhythmic thrusting.

“You never stop...talking…” You moan despite his teasing words, arching your back in an effort to get more of him.

But he holds you down.

His large hand wraps around your throat and he holds you still, his throbbing cock still inside you. You whine in protest and try to move against him but he roots your hips in place as well.

"Dio," you say, voice weak and trembling; it was a manner so unlike you, a manner only his touch could bring to the surface. "...please."

" 'Please' what? " He asks, sliding his hand down to rub your clit. He teases it, rubbing small circles that make you quiver with unfettered bliss. “We've been through this countless times…you must tell me what you want. Unveil it to me, the pleasures that you seek…"

He looks into your eyes and sees the same hunger he feels, the same desire, the same need.

"I want you," you whisper. “Please...please take me...however you please..."

"Good girl," Those were the words he waited for, what he desired to hear. So he turns you around, pins you so your hips are raised and your face is buried in a mound of red silk pillows. They smell of roses, of candle smoke, and of Dio’s heady embrace.

He positions himself behind you and sinks into your dripping wet cunt.

Your vintage oak headboard makes an indent in the wall. The whole room seems to shake and you cry out, arching and moving your hips back to meet his. Your sweet moans and eager pleas fill the air, and Dio can't help but think that these are the only times you're truly honest.

"You truly are beautiful like this…wrapped around my cock, begging for more..." He leans over with a smirk, and his teeth graze your earlobe like an extended caress. "You can't help it, can you? You don't even hear yourself...."

Caught in a whirlwind of passion and lust, he moves one hand from your hip and drags it forward till he finds your bouncing breasts. He wants to squeeze them as he cums inside you, he wants to feel your nipples hard beneath his fingertips, and he wants to make it clear that every part of you belongs to him.

He knows just how close you are, how you long to meet your end, and Dio fucks you through your orgasm. He fucks you as your breath hitches and your whole body trembles. You clench around him but he doesn’t stop. He does it again, and again and again. He fucks you till the sun rises behind the canopy and the birds sing their merry little songs. He licks and bites and gropes and whispers his filthy thoughts to you until he decides you’ve had enough and pulls himself from your aching cunt with a groan.

The seed he’s expended spills out from between your thighs, dripping down upon the bedsheets as you finally collapse in a desperate, trembling heap beneath him.

“My, my, that was quite the reunion,” he speaks, voice smug as he looks down upon you. “It seems you’ve acquired a sturdier bed.” For a moment, you don’t move, nor do you speak.

A different tension fills the air between you.

“I did, though I assure you it was not done for your benefit.” You lay back, lounging back against the pillows.

Dio eludes an otherworldly allure in these sacred moments, and there's something about his scent that's particularly enticing, a familiar sweetness that tugs at your very core. It reminds you of your earliest days, before your ascension into a full vampire. Dio's blood once called to yours like a siren's song, beckoning you to serve and submit.

But this is different; you’re different.

Unable to resist, your hand moves of its own accord, reaching out to beckon him closer.

“You needn’t be so dishonest,” his voice drips with a casual amusement as Dio meets your embrace, and he curls his arm around you as he’s done tens of times before.

There’s comfort here, a sense of familiarity and affection that simmers just beneath the surface. Your hand wanders to his back, up his arms, and to the crook of his neck. You trace his well-defined muscles and the veins that pulse beneath his porcelain skin. He's so beautiful, you think, so perfect, so irresistible...then, before you can fully comprehend your actions, your fingers sink down into his flesh.

Time stops and starts again and suddenly you’re pinned beneath him once more, your wrists held firm above your head. Dio’s powerful form cages you, his golden eyes bearing down upon you with a fury that gives way to mild annoyance, curiosity, and then smug amusement that sends shivers down your spine.

“I…I never intended to…”

“ ‘Never intended to’ what? Attempt to draw my blood for your own benefit?” He scoffs. "Had I known you were interested in such things, I might have considered indulging you. Though I would have begun by drawing your blood in the midst of ecstasy. You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you? The interweaving of pleasure and pain…” He thrusts his hips for emphasis and it's clear he's willing to go at it again.

“Let me go! I’ll find someone else!!”

“At this hour? I’m afraid you have several more hours before leaving is an option for you. Of course, I suppose I could allow you to indulge yourself with one of my…test subjects. However, I’m afraid I haven’t completed my experiments.” He speaks casually as though you aren’t being ravaged by hunger, that the same ravenous hunger you felt upon waking hasn't seized you in full once.

You struggle against his hold but there’s no mist for you to call upon, no frozen touch. Dio watches you struggle with an almost clinical detachment.

"It seems you've lost all but the basics of your abilities," he observes, "I suffered the same affliction upon waking from my hundred-year slumber... I suppose that's the consequence of unsated hunger."

Your frustration surges, so you summon your Stand.

Déjà Vu prepares to unleash a flurry of punches but The World intercepts her blows with ease. The World, despite having no discernable personality, seems to gain a sick satisfaction from his ability to thwart you.

"I suppose I am your 'maker,' aren't I? The one whose blood made you into what you are, your source," he muses. "Perhaps drinking from me would provide you with more strength and hasten the return of your powers. While I needed blood from a Joestar to awaken my full potential; perhaps all you need is me."

Once again the bed shakes violently, though this time with your desperate attempt to break free. It's a futile struggle, however, and you begin to realize the extent of your weakened state.

"Come now, my friend," Dio purrs, leaning closer to your lips. "There's no need for you to make such a fuss. I'll allow you to drink my blood.”

It’s a tantalizing offer, one you can’t help but meet with uncertainty.

“You’re lying--”

"What reason would I have to lie? You know me better than that; we do trust each other, don't we?" There's something in his words, a hint that he knows more than he's letting on, something hidden beneath the surface. "Of course, I will ask for something in return; You understand, don’t you?”

The most savage part of you doesn’t care what he wants, it would do anything to eat. Your fingers curl into fists, your gaze grows dark, and you speak your next words through clenched teeth.

“And what’s that? What could you possibly want enough to hold me hostage in such a beastly manner?”

“Hostage? You act as though you have a claim to me, that you're entitled to my blood...but perhaps that's what you want. Do you wish to lay your claim? To possess every part of me?” He teases.

“Dio!” The bed shakes, and the frame you thought was sturdy threatens to give way. But your strength, no matter how impressive, is diminished in this weakened state. Dio has every advantage here.

“I’m in need of sinners. Surely there are many amongst your faithful. You won’t even miss them.”

Sinners. Souls. Sacrifice.

The words whispered between Dio and Pucci echo through your mind. You heard their conversation from the hall after waking, but your hunger took precedence over everything.

“For what?”

“For heaven.” He releases you. Your wrists are bruised but they’ll soon heal, and you can’t deny the allure of his offer.

This is it, this is the moment you decide.

Slowly, you move your hands down his arms again. His muscles are solid and inviting. The pull of his essence is irresistible, and with a mixture of desire and trepidation, you push your fingers into him and drink deep from the wellspring of his power.

You'll give him everything he needs.

Meanwhile, as Vanilla Ice continued his mission to track down Dio's former agents, he couldn't help but recall the night when he was given these orders.

He knelt on the floor of Dio's chambers, one fist firmly anchored to the ground while Dio stood above him, an imposing figure cloaked in power.

"Seek out my former agents," Dio commanded, his voice carrying an air of unquestionable authority. "Bring all those who are loyal to me. But for those who wavered in their loyalty... tell them they may seek 'forgiveness,' but only if they arrive at this location: North latitude, 28 degrees, 24 minutes, West longitude 80 degrees, 36 minutes. Tell them to wait for me prior to the New Moon."

Vanilla Ice listened with rapt attention, every word etching itself into his soul. His unwavering devotion to Dio was evident in the way he hung on to every syllable, his eyes never leaving his master's imposing form.

"And if they aren't willing to seek your forgiveness, My Lord?" he dared to ask. Vanilla Ice knew what Dio’s ‘forgiveness’ would entail, he understood his role well.

"Do as you see fit," he replied. "You have proven yourself most loyal, Vanilla Ice. I see no reason not to trust your judgment."

"Then I will eliminate them, Lord DIO," Vanilla Ice declared without hesitation. "Weakness and cowardice... those are things I will never tolerate amongst your chosen."

Dio smiled, a reward for Ice’s unwavering loyalty. That simple gesture sent shivers down Vanilla Ice's spine.

Good."

At that moment, Vanilla Ice felt secure and complete. He never regretted following Dio, and his sense of purpose had only grown stronger since Dio's return. But even in the midst of his mission, thoughts of you sometimes creep into his mind. He wondered if you were awake, if you were now at Dio's side. However, these thoughts were fleeting and quickly brushed aside as he focused on his task.

He managed to locate Johngalli A with little difficulty, as his loyalty to Dio remained as firm as Ice's own. The conversation went smoothly, as Vanilla Ice had always found the man tolerable.

The D'Arby brothers, however , proved to be a more challenging case. Your Stand users tracked them down to a casino in the American West, but they managed to slip away amongst the crowd and the colorful games. Vanilla Ice knew he would have to deal with them later, for they could not be allowed to escape Dio's judgment.

One by one, Vanilla Ice tirelessly worked to track down Lord Dio's remaining agents:

He found Mariah and Kenny G in some hideout in Cairo. Mariah's defiance had been palpable, her reluctance to believe in Dio's return evident in every tense breath she took. He almost killed her, but there was a glint in her eyes, one that made him sure she would investigate the truth for herself and see reason.

“See for yourself once you meet him there,” he tells her, “But run away and know you will never be safe from me.”

Midler had risen to prominence as the face of a teeth restoration campaign. When he found her, Vanilla Ice sensed a curious mixture of vulnerability and longing beneath her bravado. Without Dio, it seemed there was something missing in her life, a void she could never truly fill.

Steely Dan and Rubber Soul, on the other hand, formed an odd duo that swindled unsuspecting tourists on the bustling streets of Singapore. The chaos of the city enveloped them, their deceptive antics unfolding amid the urban landscape.

Cameo remained secluded on his island, a solitary figure content with his life of isolation. The sound of crashing waves and the scent of saltwater surrounded him, creating an atmosphere of serene detachment.

Alessi, ZZ, and Arabia Fats were eliminated for their cowardice, while the Oingo Boingo brothers proved nearly impossible to find. The baby, as well, was nearly impossible to track, having grown up and integrated into society. Ice couldn’t claim to know much about children but it’s likely he no longer held memories of the early stages of his life.

Amidst all these encounters, however, there was another who eluded him—Hol Horse. He wanted to kill Hol Horse more than any of the others. But despite his relentless pursuit, Hol Horse managed to evade him for weeks, leaving Vanilla Ice with nothing but frustrating dead ends and trails that went dry. But his patience was unwavering, his determination resolute, as he continued to track down Lord Dio's remaining agents, determined to bring all those who betrayed their master to justice.

He intended to continue his mission for as long as it took. However, the abrupt summons from Fugees, another one of your loyal Stand users, had left him bewildered but obedient.

“Lord DIO has requested your return immediately.”

Now, Ice kneels before his master, reporting the results of his relentless pursuit.

"Of them, six are willing to seek your forgiveness. They will meet you at the agreed-upon location."

Dio regards him with a nod, a glimmer of approval in his golden gaze.

"Thank you, Ice. You've done well." Dio's long, elegant fingers brush sensually against Vanilla Ice's cheek, a promise of future favors that sends a shiver down the servant's spine. “I will take care of the rest.”

With his task now complete, Dio dismisses Ice from his chambers, the large master suite directly across from yours. It was the same in all regards but in a mirrored arrangement.

"Ah, Ice,” Dio’s languid voice follows after him, “when you see your friend, let her know I welcome her presence in my chambers tonight.”

“Yes, Lord DIO.”

He leaves, and as Vanilla Ice moves through the halls, he notices a change in the atmosphere: The maids, who had been weeping and attempting to venerate your unconscious figure before being tossed out into the streets, are no longer doing so. They’ve returned to their normal activities.

His curiosity piques and he casts a fleeting glance at your bedroom door, though he sensed no presence inside.

He was not ordered to search for you. Dio implied he would come across you by happenstance, and Ice is inclined to believe that Dio was correct about all things. So instead, he ventures down the stairs, to the room he claimed for himself.

His room, as always, is dark and cold, seemingly untouched by time, as if it exists in a perpetual state of stasis. The bed is neatly made, and there’s nothing on the floor. His dark clothes are neatly arranged in the closet, and his jewelry sits on a silver tray atop the vanity. However, the most striking feature is a large casket propped up against the wall; he's always found it more comfortable than the bed. Even as a child, he enjoyed cramped spaces, but perhaps that was all his parents had to offer.

However, there's something amiss.

He pushes the lid aside, and there you lay, sleeping despite the midnight hour.

Vanilla Ice watches as you stir awake within the casket, your movements slow and groggy. He briefly ponders why you chose to rest here, in this particular place.

"You're awake," he notes, his voice calm and composed, though a hint of curiosity lingers in his dark eyes. Then, remembering his orders, he adds, "Lord DIO welcomes your presence in his chambers."

"Dio can shove it," you mutter with a scowl. "He's been menacing me from the moment I woke. I came here hoping he would leave me be. Can you believe this? I've been reduced to hiding in my own home because your precious 'Lord Dio' knows no restraint."

He should be angry with you, furious that you would dare defy Lord Dio, but Vanilla Ice is soft for you, and he knows you hold a dear place in his master's heart. And besides, he’s fairly certain that deep down, you don't truly mind. You love Dio, so there's more to your presence here than meets the eye, something Vanilla Ice senses but won't push you to share.

"You should consider accepting Lord DIO's invitation,” he suggests instead.

You refuse once more, and Vanilla Ice contemplates the idea of carrying you to Dio's chambers himself but he dismisses it almost as quickly as it crosses his mind. He's well aware that Dio thrives on your defiance, and it's not his place to interfere.

"Anyway, where have you been?" you ask, shifting the topic, and Vanilla Ice senses you simply wanted someone to talk to. There isn't enough space in the casket for two, but he wouldn't mind lounging on the bed while you chat. "I've had an interesting few days."

"I was on a mission for Lord DIO," he explains, his tone even. "A mission to locate and bring back those who wavered in their loyalty to him."

Your curiosity is piqued, and you press further.

"Is that what he’s sent you off to do? What for? They’re all lost causes."

As the night progresses, the two of you engage in conversation, talking well into the early hours of the day.

The early hours cast a hushed tone throughout the mansion. Dio's footsteps, eerily silent despite his large figure, carried him through the corridors and down the stairs, toward the east wing of the grand manor. He had long since worked out the logistics of his plan to have all 36 sinners meet at Cape Canaveral but there's only so much scheming one could do.

He stops before a large oak door and doesn't bother with a polite knock, he simply pushes open the door to Pucci's room. The large room is dimly lit, and Pucci looks up from his desk, an expression of mild irritation on his face.

"Dio...has something happened?" Pucci inquires, his voice laced with a blend of weariness and curiosity.

Dio, with an air of nonchalance, makes himself comfortable on Pucci's bed.

"I had quite the day," he begins, and it's clear he's here to vent his frustrations, to find solace in the presence of his confidant.

Pucci, well-acquainted with his friend's tendencies, decides to get ready for his morning prayer while he listens to Dio's litany of complaints. As Dio's tale unfolds, Pucci remains composed, offering nods of understanding or the occasional murmur of acknowledgment. It was an odd juxtaposition – Dio's grievances laid bare, contrasted with Pucci's focused and disciplined demeanor.

But when Dio finally gets to the heart of his grievance, it's clear that something has genuinely bothered him.

"Pucci...is it truly possible to possess another person?"

"...possess at in...take ownership? Slavery?" He asks him, brows knit in eyes narrowed.

"Not in that way," Dio dismisses him. "What I mean is...to take possession of one's heart, their soul, everything they are..."

"Ah...may I assume this is a matter of love? What's brought this on?"

He recounts how you denied his request to join him in his chambers for the night, choosing instead to spend your evening gossiping with Vanilla Ice. He expected your defiance, anticipated it, in fact. What he didn't expect was for you not to return to bed at all. Dio's irritation is palpable and Pucci, ever observant, takes note of the shift.

"They do appear to be quite close," he remarks, and Dio leans back and considers Pucci's words. "She referred to him as her 'partner.' "

"Partner...I'm aware that she enjoys his company, however...they couldn’t possibly be lovers…" He notes, his voice laced with genuine curiosity. The idea of you secretly nestled in Vanilla Ice’s muscular arms, your face flushed with heat, was laughable, though the image did hold a certain…allure.

“I doubt Vanilla Ice is capable of genuine love for anyone outside of his devotion to you,” Pucci scoffs. “But they do appear to have formed a rather… unique friendship, if I may call it that."

Dio considers this for a moment, his thoughts taking a more intriguing turn.

"Yes, it is peculiar," he muses. "Vanilla Ice has always been rather particular about those he tolerates.” His favorite servant isn’t particularly known for forming bonds beyond those based on loyalty and servitude. Pet Shop was his primary companion back in Cairo for precisely that reason.

"To answer your question..." Pucci returns to the matter at hand, "If one dedicates themselves fully to another, I do believe all things are possible, though I'm afraid such things are outside of my general realm of expertise..."

"I suppose it would be..."

Dio leans forward with a sigh, and his attention shifts from the intriguing dynamic between you and Vanilla Ice to the more pressing matter at hand.

"Though there is something else," he begins, his voice low and purposeful, "I have gathered the 36 sinners I need for my plan. Everything is aligning perfectly. The next new moon is in 13 days."

Pucci nods in understanding, his own eyes gleaming with a fervor that matched Dio's. They both knew that these were pivotal moments, leading to the realization of Dio's ambitions. Every piece on the board is now moving into place, guided by Dio's iron will.

The countdown to the next new moon has begun, and with it, the dawn of a new era that is set to reshape the world to his liking.

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astrid-sama · 11 months ago

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Labyrinth of white roses

(Effie trinket x fem oc)

Chapter 2)

"Capitol City"

The station is full of journalists from the Capitol City who have come to film the departure of the tributes from the station, I'm happy I didn't cry before. Alexander on the other hand still has red eyes, I feel sorry for him, after all he is still a child; if Elia had been in his place he too would have cried.

The train is incredibly luxurious: the furniture is made of solid mahogany, the tablecloths are silk and the sofas are soft and comfortable.

We each have our own bedroom with attached private bathroom with hot running water, in district twelve we don't have hot water.

Effie told us that we can do whatever we want until dinner time, so I decide to take advantage of all this luxury, I take a long hot shower and I apply a berry scented cream on my body which makes my skin soft and fragrant; I decide to wear my green dress with white flowers again but I change my old boots with a new pair that I found in the wardrobe of my room and finally I tie my hair in a braid like the one Elia had done for me this morning.

Thinking about Elijah makes me sad, it reminds me that if I want to see him again I will be forced to kill; I think I wouldn't feel guilty if I were forced to kill to defend myself but the very idea of having to kill scared children like Alexander makes me feel bad.

I leave my room and start walking towards the carriage where we will have dinner, I was hoping that walking would help me stop thinking but that's not the case.

When I arrive at the restaurant car there is only Effie sitting at the table.

-Darling you arrived right on time, come and sit down-

Effie invites me to sit in front of her and smiles at me.

A few minutes later Alexander and Haymitch also arrive and the Avox begin serving dinner.

As a first course we are served a delicious risotto decorated with wisteria flowers, as a second course we are served a cut of pork accompanied by various vegetables and finally they bring us some cakes filled with what I believe is chocolate.

When dinner is over I feel full like I've never been before and judging by the look of deep subscription on Alexander's face I can tell he feels the same as me.

Before going to sleep Alexander asks Haymitch for advice on how to behave as soon as we arrive in the Capitol, Haymitch replies that he will explain it to us tomorrow if he feels like it then grabs a bottle of whiskey and goes to his room.

I also go to my room and get ready for bed.

When I am woken up in the morning by an Avox I feel very tired due to the lack of sleep due to the constant nightmares I have been having.

After washing I put on a simple light blue dress that I found in the wardrobe and head to breakfast.

When I arrive, everyone is already there: Haymitch is pouring what I think is whiskey into a cup of tea, Effie is eating a pink muffin and Alexander is eating a bit of everything.

-Good morning darling, did you sleep well?-

Effie said smiling at me, "she has a beautiful smile" I think and I can't help but blush.

-I slept very well Effie-

In reality my sleep was downright terrible but Effie doesn't need to know that.

-I'm happy to know, we will arrive at Capitol soon and you will have to be in perfect shape for the tribute parade-

-Speaking of the parade, Haymitch told us yesterday that you would explain to us how to behave-

Haymitch looks away from his tea for the first time since we started eating and, far from happy, answers Alexander.

-Do you want some advice?! Smile, blow kisses to the crowd, make the citizens of the Capitol believe that you love them and that you are honored to be here-

-Do you have any advice regarding the Hunger Games? Should we try to ally ourselves with other tributes? What should we focus on during training? What is the weapon we should learn to use? -

-Girl, you're really trying to win, I like you. To answer your questions: the only solid alliance is that of the favorites but allying with them if you don't come from districts one, two and four is practically impossible unless you prove yourself incredible in training; During training you will need to balance practicing survival techniques with weapons training. Do you have survival skills or experience with weapons? -

-I know medicinal plants, I'm quite agile and I can climb practically anything but I don't think they are very useful skills-

Alexander seems very dejected, he already thinks he's done for. I take his hand in mine and squeeze it reassuringly, he turns to look at me and gives me a small smile.

-I know edible plants, I'm good with throwing knives and I'm really good with a bow I always hit my prey in the eye-

Haymitch hums thoughtfully, I hope it's a good sign.

-We have arrived, we will continue our conversation after the tribute parade in the meantime my first piece of advice is let the stylists do whatever they want with you, they know what they are doing-

Once we got off the train we were accompanied to the tribute preparation center, each tribute was assigned an entire staff with the task of making us beautiful for the parade.

I lie down on a metal surface, they massage my whole body and apply a lotion that makes my skin glow; at a certain point the trainers decide to remove all the hair on my body, when they're done, my body burns.

When I finally finish all the treatments I am taken to a room and told to wait for my stylist to arrive.

After a while a man with dark skin and a thin layer of gold eyeliner over his eye enters; in his hand he holds a garment bag in which I think there is my dress.

Usually for the parade the tributes are dressed to recall their district, for example the tributes from district one are often adorned with jewels; the tributes from district twelve almost always come dressed as miners and unfortunately this doesn't get us many sponsors; other times, however, the stylists decide that the clothes are overrated and leave the tributes practically naked, I remember that a few years ago the tributes of district twelve did not have a dress but had been covered in ash. "I hope I'm not naked"

-Nice to meet you, I'm Cinna your stylist. I decided to make you wear a particular dress that doesn't focus on the miners but on coal and fire-

"Oh no! I'll be naked for sure"

-The idea for your dress came to me when I saw you and the boy from district twelve. I thought about how different you two were, one with red hair and the other with black hair. Looking at you, coal and fire came to mind; you with your black hair will be the coal while the boy with his red hair will be the fire-

He opens the case and takes out a black leather suit. After putting on the pants and leather bodysuit Cinna has me put on some high boots with a small heel. Cinna attaches little pieces of coal to my dress which are covered in a thin layer of red glitter which makes the little pieces of coal look like they are glowing.

When I'm done getting dressed, I apply make-up: a little black eyeshadow with glitter, a red shaded eyeliner and a gloss with glitter.

-Now the final touch-

Cinna placed on my head a beautiful diadem with fiery red rubies.

When I can finally look at myself in the mirror I am left speechless.

"I'm beautiful"

The leather clothes bring out every curve of my body, the makeup makes my eyes appear a deeper blue, and the crown highlights the black of my hair. Without even thinking about it I hug Cinna, thanks to him I will be able to get some sponsors and my chances of winning will increase.

-Thank you Cinna, you are saving me-

When I see Alexander I notice that he is dressed similarly to me, but his crown is black.

Our stylists help us get on the bandwagon and wish us good luck.

Around us, there are the other tributes on their chariots: the tributes of district two wear armor that leaves little to the imagination, the tributes of district seven wear clothes made of leaves, the tributes of district nine wear a dress made of a fabric that resembles corn ears...

One by one the floats begin to advance and the crowd begins to applaud. Our wagon starts to move, I turn to look at Cinna and he motions for me to hold my head high and smile.

When spectators see us they shout our names and throw roses at us; I grab one and after kissing it I throw it back to the crowd and everyone tries to catch it.

"They're fighting about me! They care about that rose because I kissed it."

Continue to blow kisses to the crowd and smile until the parade ends and we are taken back to the preparation center.

Our stylists come to meet us, hug us and congratulate us.

Shortly afterwards Effie and Haymitch arrive and after congratulating us they accompany us to the elevators. Above us is the training center and above it are the living quarters of the tributes and their staff. Each district corresponds to a floor, ours is the twelve.

#effie trinket x reader #effie trinket #cinna hunger games #hunger games x reader #hunger games #haymitch abernathy #katniss everdeen

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misc-obeyme · 8 months ago

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I have today and tomorrow off and it's really so weird because I'm not used to them being in a row 😭 but then I'm scheduled six days straight after that soo

i keep getting tiktoks about Book of Life and I wanna rewatch that so bad because it's one of my favorite movies. I don't know if it'd fit but I love putting my favorite characters into other media i enjoy (crossovers technically?) so i keep imagining mc and Mammon as Manolo and Maria. And then probably Solomon as Joaquin, just because he's my other favorite.

but Manolo literally sings "heaven knows your name, I've been praying" while trying to serenade Maria and it gets me every time. I have the perfect mental image to redraw that scene with Mammon and Mc but I can't put it on paper so AAAA

anyway i wanted to ask if you had any movie recs or anything because I don't know what to do with myself other than read all day tomorrow. OH AND ALSO IF YOU WERE GONNA WATCH THE ECLIPSE, A COWORKER GAVE ME GLASSES WHICH I WAS HAPPY ABOUT

- ✨ anon

I hope you enjoy your days off! I think it's always nice to have multiple days in a row... due to be an office gremlin, I always get the two regular weekend days off. I kinda have to use Saturday as a reset day because I'm so exhausted from the week lol. So it's nice to have that extra day for other things! (Usually chores in my case.)

Anyway, I had to look up The Book of Life because I have never heard of it before now. It sounds good! I definitely think you should rewatch it. And yeah, I think that's kinda how it goes with art? You've got the vision in your mind but the hands cannot replicate it. It can be like that with writing, too. It's just trying to convey to someone else the picture you see in your mind and it never comes out the same.

But it's definitely fun to do crossover ideas, like putting characters in other stories. I had a feverish few days obsessing over which Obey Me characters would be who in a King Arthur AU. It's just really interesting to consider how their personalities would change the story, you know? (Not me also kinda thinking about a LOTR AU kadsfkl.)

I'm afraid I may not be the best person to ask for movie recs? I don't watch a lot of movies. Generally I have the attention span problem lol. I do watch them occasionally, like I finally watched Knives Out & Glass Onion which I totally loved. But I suppose it also depends on what sorta genre you're into... I suppose those are like murder mystery style but they're also just very funny. Dang I'm trying to think of other movies I've watched recently but yeah there's not a lot... the most recent thing I've watched is Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon on Netflix which is so so good. I know it's like the tumblr rage right now, but I'm really loving it.

Though due to my inability to watch current movies, I have a lot of older classics that I like. Monty Python and the Holy Grail comes to mind immediately. I also love the old school Clue movie it's so good. And I'm a huge fan of Studio Ghibli movies, so any of those, but I know a lot of peeps have already seen them. Other older animated movies from my childhood like The Road to El Dorado and The Emperor's New Groove and Anastasia. Oh and of course I'm a huge fan of all the Lord of the Rings movies but I know that can be kind of a commitment. I also liked Pan's Labyrinth, The Birdcage, Coco (if you wanna CRY), The Boondock Saints (uh very bloody this one though), and I always kinda had a thing for martial arts movies like I love Legend of the Drunken Master lol but also Hero and of course the classic Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (there's a sequel on Netflix that was also very good). Oh and I did see Everything Everywhere All At Once which I really enjoyed!

Er so I guess that's more than I thought lol. But there are a lot of times when people will be like you haven't seen X movie!?! And I just hafta be like... I don't watch movies a lot, sorry??

As for the eclipse, I am not going to be watching it because I don't have protective eye wear and my eyesight is already terrible. I didn't realize it was happening until like today oops. I did see part of the last one... I think that happened a handful of years ago? I can't quite remember when it was, but I did experience it!

Anyway, I don't know how helpful any of this was, but I hope you enjoy your time off either way!

#I know a lot more about books than movies I'm afraid #✨ anon #misc answers

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flownintothesun · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑(𝐒): Seaglass blues and greens ; summer grass green. Blues and greens in general.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑(𝐒): I like spicy / savory foods a lot. I enjoy food a lot and don't have a ton of food aversions - so I enjoy everything from time to time and like variety rather a lot. Also, I like lemons. Both the writing kind and the flavor.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: I am one of those odd ones that really likes at least a handful of things from every genre. I have pretty eclectic taste in music though if I had to pick one genre it would probably be Gaelic/Celtic folk? Or more modern folk music? I like showtunes a lot, too and 00's rock / punk rock. But a little bit of everything (all of the time). I haven't gotten much of a start on my 2024 playlist, but here's 2023's.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄(𝐒): Moulin Rouge! (2001), Thumbelina (1994), Cinderella (2015), Big Fish (2003), Patch Adams (1998), The Pebble and the Penguin (1995), The Last Unicorn (1982), Lord of the Rings (2001-), Hunger Games (2012-), Howl's Moving Castle (2004), basically all of Ghibli tbh, Elemental (2023). Honorable Mentions: Les Miserables, Moana, Matilda, Robin Hood, Princess and the Goblin, Onward, How to Train Your Dragon, Love Simon, Red White & Royal Blue, The Greatest Showman, The Little Mermaid, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Labyrinth, The Princess Bride, Maleficent + many, many more...

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: I don't have a current favorite, if I'm being honest? Things I've enjoyed in the past: Many anime/Ghibli as a wee one, Disney, Harry Potter way way back when, Lord of the Rings, X-Men: Evolution, Dexter, Game of Thrones, Reign, LOST, Supernatural (RIP), Our Flag Means Death, Good Omens (still only seen s1), Sense8, Doctor Who, YOU, Anne With an E, Yuuri!!! On Ice, The Walking Dead, Glee, and probably many more that I'm forgetting to be honest.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: Get in the Water (Morgan Clae cover) I am OBSESSED. Big sea god Westley vibes.:)

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: Hmm...Our Flag Means Death? I have seen every episode but the last with Havu and have started a rewatch with Nonny.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄: I binged the Lord of the Rings trilogy last weekend. :) Most of the movies I watch are comfort and feel good movies with Nonny though. I really enjoy our movie nights and it's something we've been doing since the early days of our friendship. Sharing media both ways with loved ones is a love language for me.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆: I recently finished the Rise of the Empress series, which I highly recommend. I am tentatively about to start the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I'm trying to ease myself back into reading after a rough year without putting too much pressure on it. ♡

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: Started The Great with @smokedanced Thanksgiving week but we've not watched in some time and should pick that up soon! I've had a hard time consuming most media this year which is a crying shame.

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍: Not losing my mind? Hehe. Um, honestly just getting organized in life and getting through this little bit of a hard spell. I've been writing a lot with Nonny and not doing a whole lot else other than adulting and managing my illnesses as best as I can lately. But I hope to work toward being more active here again soon. :) ♡

Tagged by: @realmyths (thank you! ♡) Tagging: Everyone? There are too many people I don't know as well as I'd like to yet. Tag me so I can read!

#⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐎𝐔𝐓-𝐎𝐅-𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ┊ 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒.#⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐌𝐔𝐍 ┊ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠? 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑?#⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ┊ 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡-𝑖𝑓𝑠.

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theflavourofsunrise · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Tachihara Michizou x Akutagawa Gin

*Unbreakable love*

WARNING: CONTAINS A BIT OF MANGA AND ANIME SPOILERS

♡light angst, romance, fluff, fantasizing, break up and make up, slightly suggestive♡

Gold is precious only for the fools, they consider it valuable and think, that it can warm their heart. It's never a jewelry of gold, that makes the soul brighten up, it's always the meaning we choose to give to it. In the end gold is just a cold metal.

She was terribly scared of her own voice. It felt so surreal to hear herself like this or actually in general, to hear her pain becoming sound through the storm of her tears. Crying, she was crying. This wasn't a nightmare, this was the sharp reality making her tremble. Her brother looked at her in disbelief and frustration. He wasn't used to witnessing such overflowing expression of emotions from her. What should he say or do now? So confusing, no this is allready making him angry actually. He suddenly stepped closer to her and grabbed her fists, trying to unclench them. She was holding so forcefully a gold necklace with a little heart shaped pendant. The delicate chain was cutting mercilessly into her soft skin, because of the exagerated tightness of her grip on it. She wanted to destroy it, simply just throwing it away to get rid of it wouldn't be enough. But she hasn't got the ability to do so, the one who gave her this necklace could have done it easily, he is the one with the special ability of controling metal.

-Enough, Gin - her brother spoke up finally, he was incredibly harsh, his voice held no trace of empathy, not even a little drop of pity - he is a traitor, we, in the Mafia, we depise such worms. Got it??

Gin only opened her fists to drop the necklace to the floor to step on it hyterically.

-Stop it!! Listen to me and try to behave yourself! Where is my badass and confident lil sis now??

-Confident? Do you really think, that i am confident?? I am just trying my best, it is very hard tho, to not break down, to hide my shy nature in the disguise of roughness. I am totally broken now...-her tone was insicure and suffocated by her loud sobs and newly freed salty rivers of endless tears, but she went on - I don't give a damn, about the fact, that he betrayed the Mafia, he betrayed my heart, that's what matters to me.

-Oh don't be so pathetic, he stabbed you. Do you think he did care about you??-Akutagawa was now shouting between coughs.

-My heart hurts a lot more, than my body could ever do.-Gin put an end to the conversation by walking out ot the room and leaving her brother with many suspicions rising in his mind.

Akutagawa mumbled to himself "maybe there was something more between them"

...

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Tachihara ripped of the bandaid from the bridge of his nose and angrily tossed it in the trash. Then he took of his uniform cape, step by step getting out of his clothes in front of the mirror made him only more and more frustrated. Breaking the mirror wouldn't help, there would be only a huge mess to clean up and he, the image of himself, that he hated so much, that would remain. Being such a delusion to everyone felt like an obstacle made of an unbreakable material keeping him away from happiness and fullfillment. Yes, a troublesome disappointment, now not just to his family, but to Gin too...

-Anybody deserves someone better than me- he wispered slowly to his reflection in the mirror. He went on with a shaky hint in his voice - but she loved me or at least she loved something in me. She never compared me to anybody, i never felt the urge to be different just to avoid being what I knew I couldn't be, because she never expected me to be something else.

His realization took him back through the labyrinth of memories to moments, when she inocently kissed his nose and sincerly smiled at him while taking their usual Sunday morning walk in the woods. His Gin, the Gin he felt only he knew, when pinning her down on the ground, tossing away the food and their belonging on the picnic blanket to feel every inch of her under himself. To press himself against her body, impossibly close, to cancel forever the distance between them, the distance, that grow and grow by every day that passed.

***

Gin was laying awake in her bed, she was waiting for the sunrays to arrive through the curtains to paint her room in a soft pink glow. It happened more and more often, that she woke up so early, that it was still completly dark outside, so she stayed in bed waiting for something she can't put into words or contemplating his absence. Missing so badly the mornings when she woke up next to him, this feeling draw scars into her heart, wounds that deepened by every day that passed. The sunrise was shining in a totally different way when she found herself between his arms. Gin was used to silence, but comfortable silence was a whole new thing. She never thought or could have imagined, how the absence of words between two human beings can feel so comfortable, how can someone not demand or try to drag words out of her. Paradoxally this freedom made her wanting to talk to him more than to anyone else.

Having Tachihara in her life felt like needing less her diary, most of what needed to be said wasn't caged only in writing as before, but grew wings and found its path to the outside world. She was amazed how easily she can talk to him, but now her words seemed to lost the map again. Her silence was like before, a burden of shyness and a protection of her real essence.

Gin realized, how she was restraining herself in one corner of the bed as if she wasn't alone. She reached her arm out to touch the nothingness, the empty space next to her, the coldness. She closed her eyes and held onto the sheets, will it ever happen again? Will she ever have the chance to feel his gentle touch, a feather like smoothness reserved only to her? In the bitter sweet fantasies of her heart, he was now brushing away a strand of smooth long black hair to expose her neck just to kiss it sweetly, while redrawing her curves with nearly ticklish caresses. But the goosebumps never arrived, niether the playful bites after the kisses on her neck. Only an unpleasant shivering jolted her back to reality, Tachihara wasn't there and most likely he will never ever be again in her bed.

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-So many of them, now how am I supposed to find that one?- Tachihara sighed painfully standing on the bridge with all the locks of lovers of the past and present. Now after what Fukuchi did to him, he wasn't used to using more his other senses rather than his vision. He felt so lost, slowly he knelt down to be closer to the locks and started touching them one by one. He tried to find that little green one with their initals and a symbol of infinity... Time seemed to flow in a dizzy hurry and the setting Sun allready dipped in the river, bringing an orange glow to the surface of the water. People passed through the bridge giving pityful looks to the man desperatly searching between the locks. But they went on with their lives, because nobody truly has space in them or interest regarding someone else's suffering. Only one person stood across the bridge, never looking away. A girl in a flowy white dress, with long black locks. Gin's hair wasn't in the usual bun, she let it down, allowing the wind to play with it. It was such an ironic coincidence , that she came here too today...the exact same day Tachihara did. She wanted to run to him right away after noticing him. But she felt glued to the ground, her whole body felt so unbearably heavy. What wasn't letting her move? Her heart was supressed by her crazily racing mind, how can she trust him again? Until her body gave in and she walked up to him, she kneeled down too and reached out to softly squueze his hand. Tachinara tensed up, because of the sudden touch and instantly recognized her. He wouldn't have believed it was her, is she wasn't touching him. It was real, her hand on his hand was real, no doubt. Like a dream, but real.

-Gin, I am sorry, I will find it soon sure and I can take it off easily

...just..sorry-his voice trailed off.

-Shh, darling, it is here, i found it, but let it there.-she leaned closer to him, her warm breath fanning over his skin.

-Why? Aren't you mad to me? I thought you-but she interrupeted him.

-Tachihara, I am really so mad, but I can't-she paused- i can't stop loving you. She brought his hand over the little lock to make him trace their initials and the symbol of infinity. His fingers trembled slightly while recognizing the forms. And after a while he brought his hand up to her cheeks:

-Gin-chan, my love. Forgive me, i can easily betray any organization, but I can never betray you. No order can be above the love i feel for you.-he ended his confession with locking his lips with hers in the sweetest kiss of the promise of never letting down each other ever again.

#bungou sd #bungo stray dogs season 4 #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs manga #bungou stray dogs anime #bsd tachihara #tachihara michizou #bungo stray dogs tachihara #tachihara x gin #gin akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #port mafia #gin bsd #bsd angst #bsd fluff

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domesticblisss · 2 years ago

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Can we get a "knock on your window, them standing outside in the middle of the night, a bouquet of flowers in their hand" with Eddie? Please and thank you!

drabble: eddie munson x reader | word count: 514 | cw: mentions of being sick with a flu, eddie being a little gross

she had been in bed crying all day.

today was the day that she and eddie would finally go on a date after days without having some time for themselves, and she woke up sick.

it came with the job, being a babysitter wasn’t easy and sometimes she had to take care of sick kids. even with all of her efforts to try not to catch whatever holly wheeler had – washing her hands countless times a day, using separate utensils and staying as far away as possible from the poor girl – she still woke up with the worst flu ever.

headache, a sore throat and a congested nose ended the prospect of a good day.

it broke her heart having to call eddie to cancel with him, his happy voice soon turned gloomy as he heard the words come out raggedy from her lips.

“it’s okay, love. take care of yourself.” he sounded so sad that just remembering the tone of his voice made her cry harder.

it’s 8p.m. and they were supposed to go to earl’s diner for dinner and hop to the movies for a screening of labyrinth, but now she had to be content with flavourless chicken soup and reruns of too close for comfort.

she was almost falling asleep when she heard a knock on her window. groggily, she got up and followed the sound.

eddie stood there, a bouquet of her favourite flowers in hand and a picnic basket and a cvs bag by his feet. he motioned for her to open the window, and she did, not before covering her face with her shirt’s collar.

“eddie, what are you doing here?” her voice muffled.

“what do you think i am doing? we are having our date!” he said as he shushed her away, getting into her bedroom.

“eddie! you can’t come in here, you’ll get sick!”

“princess, first of all, put your shirt down and let me see your face.”

“no, i look gross.”

“well, i think now is a good time for me to tell you that i find snotty noses really sexy.”

“ew!” she laughed and finally let go of her shirt.

“here.” he handed her the bouquet and kissed her lips.

“eddieee! i don’t want you to get sick!”

“your flu is my flu. if we get sick together we can spend the whole day in bed together.”

“that’s very tempting, to be honest. and thank you, they are lovely.” she said, trying to and failing to smell the flowers.

he lifted the basket in one hand and the cvs bag on the other, saying “i got all your favourites from earl’s and cough syrup, pills and, basically, everything they had for flu. also, steve lent me a copy of pretty in pink, what do you say?”

she smiled, inviting him into her bed.

they laughed, they cried, they ate and they made out.

eddie fell asleep with his arms around her waist and her head in his chest.

“babe,” eddie’s voice hoarse “i think i’m sick.”

“told you so.” she pecked his lips.

feedback is welcomed and appreciated 🤎

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #db writes #db drabbles

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 years ago

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Written In the moon

Chrissy Cunningham x Male Reader

Request - Can you do Chrissy(Stranger Things) x Male Reader?

Year- 1986

Chrissy's vision is blurry and she just finished crying in the bathroom. She accidentally bumped into Y/n, and he dropped his textbooks. She starts to apologize and she bends down to pick it up for him.

“I am so sorry,” Chrissy said.

“It’s okay, don't worry about it. Are you okay?” Y/n said.

“What?” She said.

“Your eyes are red. Looks like you were crying” Y/n said.

She gave him back the textbooks. Throughout the day, Chrissy is having a bad day and Jason is making it worse. He doesn't care about her feelings and he continues to be a jerk. She isn't happy with him but she doesn't tell him how she is feeling.

During lunch, Chrissy watches Y/n hang out with Eddie, Dustin, Will, Max, Robin, and Lucas. She saw Eddie give Y/n a shirt of the Hellfire Club shirt. Dustin gave Y/n a high five. Y/n saw Chrissy smile at him and he starts to feel nervous.

“Who are you staring at?” Lucas asked.

“No one,” Y/n said.

Lucas starts to look around but didn't figure it out.

“Are you coming over after school to play?” Dustin asked.

“I can’t I have to work. But maybe Saturday I will go” Y/n said.

“Saturday, we will all meet up at my house at six,” Dustin said.

“Good to know,” Y/n said.

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Y/n works at the movie rental store. Robin and Y/n watch Steve try to flirt with a random girl. Robin giggled because she has a boyfriend and Steve told her the ending of a stat wars movie, he knows that she would tell her boyfriend.

“She wasn't the one,” Y/n said.

“Shut up, Y/n. At least I tried to flirt with a girl. You two don't even try to do it” Steve said.

“Aww, Steve got his feelings hurt. Anyway, when are we going to watch Labyrinth?” Robin asked.

“Do we really need to see Labyrinth? Why not Top gun?” Steve said.

“Plus, David Bowie is amazing,” Robin said.

“Whatever. Y/n your turn to deal with the customer, I have to rewind the tapes with Robin” Steve said.

“Fine. But I want to watch both movies Top gun and Labyrinth” Y/n said

“Wow take it easy, rich boy” Steve teased.

You mock him and Robin just laughed. Y/n noticed that Chrissy is in the shop, she is looking around. Steve and Robin noticed that he is hesitating to say something to her.

“Hey, Chrissy. Do you need help?” Y/n said.

“Oh, Hi Y/n. Trying to pick out a movie to watch” Chrissy said.

“Oh okay. I can help you pick out a movie if you want to” Y/n said.

“Yeah, I will like that” Chrissy smiled.

“Maybe a romance movie?” Y/n asked.

“I’m not really in the mood for a romance movie. I broke up with Jason and I feel happy. Is it weird?” Chrissy said.

He shakes his head “No, it's not weird. It just means he wasn't the one. How about the movie Cobra? Sylvester Stallone is a good actor”

“I will say maybe for that movie. Do you think the movie Short Circuit is good?” Chrissy said.

“It is a good movie. Well, in my opinion, it was funny. You might like it” You said.

“Okay, I will watch it” Chrissy smiled.

Y/n smiled back at her. They stared at each other for a few seconds. She followed Y/n to the counter and he checks out the movie. Chrissy left the video store and Robin smacked Y/n’s arm.

“You should ask her out!” Robin yelled.

“She doesn't like me. Plus, she is a cheerleader!” Y/n said.

“So what!? She was feeling you. Maybe spend time with her then ask her out” Steve said.

“I-I don't know,” Y/n said.

“Just ask her out. She was smiling at you that's huge” Robin said.

“Wow,” Y/n said.

They get back to work and they started to talk about movies which is the worst ones of the year.

✬ ✯ ✫ ✬

Chrissy is in the woods with Y/n, they are sitting alone and they skipped lunch together.

“Do you ever feel that you have to be perfect all the time?” Chrissy asked.

“Yeah, I do feel like that. Why?” Y/n said.

“I feel like I have to be perfect all the time and fake a smile. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dump this on you” Chrissy said.

“It’s okay, I won't tell anyone I promise. Do you want half of my sandwich?” Y/n said.

“Sure,” Chrissy said.

“I got soda if you want it,” Y/n said.

“Thanks” Chrissy smiled.

They start to eat the sandwich together. Chrissy and Y/n are starting to open up to each other and talk about stuff, that they would never tell anyone. Chrissy feels comfortable talking to him because she doesn't feel that she is being judged. She smiles more around Y/n.

After school... Y/n is walking Chrissy home.

“Chrissy, do you want to go to the dance with me!?!” Y/n sad very fast.

“What? Do you mean it?” Chrissy asked.

“Yes... Bye,” Y/n said.

Y/n panicked and walked away quickly. Chrissy smiled and she goes inside the house. Hours later, Chrissy called Y/n and he picked up the phone in the kitchen. He is surprised that she called him.

“Chrissy... About what I said-”

“Yes! I will go with you to the dance” Chrissy smiled.

“Wow... That's great! Umm... What color dress you will wear? So... So I can buy a corsage to match your dress” Y/n smiled.

“It will be a blue dress” Chrissy smiled.

“Awesome” Y/n said.

The phone call ended then he called Robin and Steve. He starts to tell them what happened, they are happy for Y/n.

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Y/n picked up Chrissy at her house and he opened the car door for her.

“Hey, Chrissy,” Steve said.

“Hi. Is he our date?” Chrissy asked.

Steve and Y/n laughed.

“No, he isn't our date. I don't know how to drive. So Steve will pick up Robin then we head to the dance. Chrissy, you look very beautiful” Y/n said.

“Thank you. You look handsome, Y/n” Chrissy smiled.

He put the corsage and her wrist. Steve picked up Robin and he drives to the school dance. Robin and Steve are getting along with Chrissy.

Y/n and Chrissy took pictures alone then Steve and Robin took pictures with them. Chrissy is hanging out with Y/n and his friends. Some people are talking about them, but Chrissy is having a good time with him.

“Do you want to dance?” Y/n asked.

“Yes,” Chrissy smiled.

They start to dance together. Eddie gave a high five to Y/n, Eddie knew first that Y/n likes Chrissy.

After the school dance, Chrissy goes to Surfer Boy Pizza with Y/n and his friends. Eddie is talking about heavy metal and saying that it is music. Chrissy said that David Bowie is her favorite artist.

Much later, Steve takes Chrissy home. Robin and Steve watched Chrissy kiss Y/n on the lips. They are in shock but happy for Y/n. She kissed him again and he walks away. Steve and Robin can see the biggest smile on Y/n’s face.

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Chrissy and Y/n became boyfriend and girlfriend. Steve and Robin told the others already and everyone is happy for them.

“Why, are we in an empty parking lot?” You asked.

“Because you are going to learn how to drive. I know how to drive, so I'm going to teach you” Chrissy smiled.

“Oh cool. Steve won't let me drive his car, because he thinks that I will destroy his car” Y/n said.

Chrissy goes over the basic rules and they switch seats. He turns on the car and he tries to drive, but he doesn't press the peddle with force. The car starts to skip

“Y/n, don't be nervous. Just press the peddle but not too hard and just drive,” Chrissy said.

“Okay, I will try,” Y/n said.

So far he is getting it. Now, Chrissy is trying to teach him how to park but he is struggling. But she continues to teach him how to drive.

Later, Chrissy and Y/n started to make out in the back seat, but they don't take it further. She put her hand on his cheek and her thumb touches his bottom lip, they just smile at each other. He leans in and kissed her on the lips.

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↳ Index [Chapter 36 - Effugium]

• Effugium (Latin, escape)

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: soft & cute moments which make you cry in SOFT, Yoongi being a secret softie & lover for head pets, lowkey he is the one i said what i said, then everything does a 180 and your heart is being ripped out of your body and stomped on, jealousy, overwhelming fear of being abandoned, forced blood drinking, regret, there is one person in this chapter I want to protect :(

Wordcount: 11k

a/n: *in the voice of b99’s captain ray holt* pain

You were alone in the estate. Yoongi left after cleaning up and telling you to finish your breakfast to stay strong. He and Jungkook needed to get breakfast too, so he told you before disappearing out of the door and into the cold winter air with Jungkook following close by.

So once you finished your breakfast and put on warmer clothes (Yoongi gave you one of his jumpers), you decided to finally begin the endless task of cleaning Namjoon’s library. He won’t need it anymore and you did not want to let all those old books go to waste.

You started upstairs, climbing the golden winding stairs before wandering through the endless labyrinth of bookshelves. For a moment you had just stood by the golden railing and stared at the endless room as well. It was truly an impressive book collection, especially to such a big book nerd such as you.

You had just stored away the last of your cleaned books when Yoongi appears in the library, dressed in new clothes because the others became dirty in his’ and Jungkook's hunt. Of course you neither hear nor see him at first, colliding with his chest as you turn around to go to the next shelf.

“Jesus christ!” you squeak, stumbling back.

Yoongi catches you with a firm grip on your upper arms, “careful.”

“Yoongi! What did I tell you about scaring me? It’s not funny”, you whine.

“Again, it kind of is”, he answers you, earning himself a gentle nudge to his chest.

“I swear to god, one day I am going to accidentally uppercut you and it’ll be all on you.”

He scoffs, “I’d love to see you try. Your uppercut is weak.”

“Thanks”, you pout.

His features soften, his big hand rests itself on your cheek and his thumb caresses your skin. It makes butterflies dance in your stomach.

"The jumper fits you really well", he says softly.

"You think so? I like it a lot, it’s really warm", you say, smoothing it out in the front.

"Mhm. You can have it if you want to", he offers, playing with the fluffy fabric mindlessly. The touch feels so very nice to receive.

“What?” you gasp, “no, I don’t want to steal your clothes.”

He shows you a tiny smile, “you’re not, it fits you so much better than me either way.”

“God Yoongi”, you murmur, feeling shy most ardently.

He strokes his palm up and down your upper arm, "you smell happy”, he observes, “do you like this room?”

“Yes”, you say, flustering even more. It will always fluster you when Yoongi points out that he can smell your happiness. It feels so intimate and special, like you are sharing something deeply personal with him.

“Do you want to have it?” he asks.

“Uhm…”

“Yes?”

You lower your gaze, “maybe.”

“Well, then it’s yours", he says and places a delicate key into your palm.

He handed you the library keys. You lift your head to stare into his eyes in surprise.

Yoongi tilts his head to the side and smiles with his eyes, “stop looking like that, princess.”

“Like what?”

“Just…so…” he whispers and outlines the paths of your nose with tender fingers, “…so pretty.”

“Oh my god Yoongi”, you murmur, lowering your head. Your cheeks feel like they are on fire, “what’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know”, he shrugs his shoulders and pulls his hand away to hide it in the sleeve of his turtleneck instead, “the hunt was good. Jungkook only ripped through six deer and one rabbit. He is making progress each day.”

“Uhm”, you clear your throat, “that sounds good. I’m proud of him.”

“Yes, I’m proud of him too”, he says and smiles softly, “I told him that I am and he smiled.”

You know that Yoongi only tells you that little fact because he wants to make sure that you know about him giving Jungkook compliments and maybe because of it, think that Yoongi is a sweet guy.

“I’m happy he did”, you lower your eyes in shyness, “you’re sweet.”

He makes a soft sound and runs his hands down your cheeks again. It is as if your face was a new obsession of his’. Then he runs them down your neck and shoulders until finally resting them around your wrists. Softly and without applying any kind of pressure.

Truly it flusters you like nothing else.

“Do you need my help, princess? I'm entirely yours for the rest of the evening so tell me what I can do for you” he tells you.

“Uhm…I don’t know…”

“There must be something I can do. Shall I prepare you food? Or some tea with biscuits?” he smiles, “I know a very delicious recipe for sugar cookies, I’m sure you would love them. I can bake them right now, it’ll only take thirty minutes”, he adds in the softest voices ever, like he wanted to comfort you with just the sound of it.

“Ha”, you cough to cover up a flustered laugh, “n-no I’m alright. I still have my oolong”, you stutter, pointing at the porcelain tea set you had placed on a little table, “I prepared scones to it”, you add in a whisper, staring at the side of his face.

Yoongi follows your line of sight before he nods his head in understanding. He looks so calm today. Calm and relaxed and most definitely….pretty. His features look so soft, so pretty, so gentle.

“I see you came prepared”, he says and smiles, “are you cleaning out that dusty place?”

He is being touchy, wants to help and now he is interested in what you were doing. Oh, if you only had known sooner just how lovely he can be.

“Yes, it’s really dirty and I like cleaning and books, so it’s a nice spare time activity for me.”

“Mhm”, he hums in understanding, “are you happy?”

“Yes, of course, uhm”, you lower your gaze, “I told you I am”, you whisper.

“I just like to hear it.”

Yoongi fishes for your hand then and holds it gently. His thumb runs over your knuckles. His fingertips are warm from the fresh blood sustaining him.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Gosh Yoongi, I don’t know. I don’t really need help.”

He seems….sad, even going so far as to pout.

“I, I can’t reach up there”, you stutter, pointing at the higher-up shelves, which you weren’t able to clean, “you don’t perhaps hide secret Creator flying powers, do you?”

He laughs, shaking his head.

“That’s just silly, we can’t fly”, he says, squeezing your hands. His eyes flit to the shelf. He observes it with squinted eyes and furrowed brows before nodding his head.

“I know a solution”, he says and disappears for a moment.

You can hear shuffling from the other side of the library, but can’t see him.

“Yoongi? What are you doing?”

“Getting this”, he says right behind you.

“Geez!” you whip around, “Yoongi! Stop sneaking up on me!”

He chuckles almost boyishly, eyes sparkling. There is a ladder in his hands. Golden metal with round poles as steps. He puts the ladder back in its tracks and steps back, inspecting his work with a content nod.

“Will that help?” he asks you.

“Yes, I guess”, you murmur, “where did you even get that from?”

“The biology section. I used it to look for books and forgot to put it back.”

“Books? What kind of books?”

Yoongi stays silent. He looked for a book about plants. Yoongi didn’t enjoy the book. It was boring and filled with riddles, which he didn’t quite understand. But he still continued reading, in case you ever wanted to talk about plants with him again. He wanted to be prepared so he could sound intelligent and professional and maybe also impress you or whatever.

“Just some books”, he says, scratching the side of his neck.

“Ah, some books”, you answer him, inspecting his face. Why does he look so shy right now? What did he look up?

Yoongi nods his head and bends down to lift the bucket.

“Come now, climb on there, I’ll hold the bucket for you.”

“Uh, huh, oh. Yeah, oh. Okay”, you stutter and just a few moments later you are on top of the ladder with Yoongi right behind you, holding the bucket for you and making sure that you were safe.

And you feel safe. You know the hooks to be strong enough to hold the ladder in place and you know that Yoongi would use his powers if something should actually happen. It still feels beyond unbearable to have him that close. Not in a bad way. He is warm, his firm chest is brushing against your back and his strong arms are around you. It is far from uncomfortable and yet you can’t help but feel overwhelmed because it is Yoongi. Yoongi is sharing a ladder with you, keeping close and holding your bucket without complaints. And Yoongi is messing with every fibre of your body lately.

“So uhm, I finished this part. I have to get down to move it”, you tell him.

“That’s not necessary”, he says and with a soft push Yoongi moves the ladder a good two feet to the right.

You squeak, gripping the ladder tightly. It makes Yoongi chuckle and wrap his arm around you.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry”, he whispers.

“Yoongi”, you whine, turning around, “that was so scary, don’t do that.”

He moves closer, making it seem as if he only does it to keep you from falling, but you know differently. He is doing this because he wants to be close.

“I’ve got you, princess”, he whispers, letting his eyes dance over your face.

“I uhm…” you lower your gaze, “…that’s so weird.”

“What is?”

“Just us on a ladder, together.”

“You’re not scared are you?”

You shake your head, staring at his lips.

“I’m just wondering how we’ll ever get down again.”

“Let go of the ladder”, he says and you follow with confusion in your eyes, “hold on tight.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll show you.”

“Okay? Uhm”, your fingers hook behind his neck.

A second later you feel your stomach drop and your body falling. You screech, almost breaking Yoongi’s small frame from just how tightly you are clutching him. He had the audacity to jump down with you in his arms. He lands, you barely feel the impact, neither does the bucket which barely spills any water before being set down by him.

“Like this”, he says.

“Yoongi”, you whine, face buried in his neck, “I hate you so much, don’t ever do this again.”

He chuckles, bouncing you in his arms twice to get an even better grip on you. He basks in the little squeak you make because of it.

“Why not? It’s amusing.”

“No it’s not”, you lift your head, sending him a pout, “you’re always messing with me, it’s not funny.”

“I think it is.”

“Well, you’re the only one then”, you mumble.

“Mhm”, he hums and carries you to the armchair just so he can sit down with you still in his arms. You get set down on his lap, forcing you to stare into his eyes.

“You don’t actually hate me, do you?” he asks, caressing your lower back.

“No, of course not.”

“That’s good to hear.”

And then he does it again. He touches your face, tracing your features with his fingertips while his sparkling eyes follow the paths they draw. And while his right hand is experiencing his favourite feeling, his left hand is holding your waist safely. His grip was strong of nature, but oh so incredibly tender at the same time.

“___”, he whispers, tracing your lips with his thumb.

You feel so much. This is the right word to describe the way Yoongi makes you feel. So much. Oh so much.

“Do you even know how much fucking power you have?” he says, placing his hand at the back of your head.

“W-what?”

You understand why he placed his hand where he placed it, as a second later he makes you rest your forehead against his’. His nose brushes against yours, his eyes flutter closed. He exhales shakily.

“I’d fight the most hellish of nightmares for you”, he whispers, tilting his head so his lips would be pressed against the slope of your nose, “you hear me? Nothing will ever hurt you, not when I can shoulder it instead.”

You don’t know what to do or what to say or how to react. You feel breathless when he kisses your forehead only to return to resting his own right against you a second later.

So much. You feel so much. Hell. That is what Yoongi tells you he would fight to keep you safe. Hell and most definitely Heaven as well, perhaps even the World. Oh it feels like a promise too important to receive, for you have never proven yourself worthy of such protection and yet Yoongi is willing to give it to you without question.

Yoongi kisses the tip of your nose wordlessly, rubbing the tip of his nose against it afterwards.

You know that you want to close your eyes, but you don’t because you can’t stop staring at Yoongi’s face. Although blurry from the closeness, you see enough to double all those feelings you have. He truly looks so calm, as if finally after three millennia of constant pain, he feels relief.

He opens his eyes then, meeting your gaze and showing you his teeth in a smile.

“Did you just look at me the entire time?” he asks.

“I, uhm. Hah, uh”, you fluster, feeling your face heat up.

Yoongi chuckles and pets your cheek before pulling his hand from your face to touch your legs instead. He rests his head against the backrest of the armchair.

You thought his eyes to be filled softness before, but are proven wrong when they soften even more. He reaches for you, tracing your features with his thumb, eliciting goosebumps on your skin.

You want to touch him too, feel his silken hair under your fingertips and memorise the paths of him. Yoongi seems confused at first, moving his head away until your fingers finally brush against him. Like a cat that doesn’t know if it wants to be petted or not. It’s adorable if you were being honest.

“What are you doing?” he asks, ogling your hand.

“Your hair is messy”, you tell him, combing your fingers through it.

“Ah”, he lets out and stares at your face instead. He looks just slightly helpless right now.

“It’s seriously so soft though, what the hell did you do to get it like that?” you ask, ruffling it up just to fix it.

“I washed it. What else should I have done to it? It’s just hair”, he says and scoffs.

You sigh and roll your eyes fondly, “of course. Why did I expect anything else from you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just that you like to pretend that you don’t care when you very obviously do care”, you say and drag your fingertips over his neatly done undercut, “or do you have this hairstyle because you don’t care at all? I mean, just look at the perfect edges and how neatly you did the fade. Did you spend ages on getting it right because you don’t care?”

Yoongi moves his head away, “whatever. What do you want from me?” he mumbles.

You chuckle, “nothing, you old softie”, you say, burying your fingers in his hair again.

Yoongi clicks his tongue and looks to the side. He tries not to, but for just a second he had a little pout on his lips. You magically take it away by giving the tip of his ear a soft massage. As a matter of fact that touch affects him so much that his eyelids begin to flutter as they fight their natural instinct of closing.

“Will you let me cut your hair one day?” you ask him, tracing the edge between where his longer hair fades into his undercut.

“No. You’ll just ruin it”, he says.

“Hey”, you give his head a little nudge, making it roll to the side.

Yoongi smirks lazily, fixing the position of it.

“I’m actually really good at doing hair. I always cut my cousin’s hair when we were younger and he looked cool. As a matter of fact, he was always the coolest looking dude in school.”

“I’m sure he was”, Yoongi says, smile growing. He caresses your hips, before resting his hands back on your thighs.

“But see? If you didn’t care about your hair, you’d let me cut it.”

“Okay fine”, he says and laughs, sitting up just to get closer to you, “what do you want me to say? Yeah, I care about it.”

There it is again. That feeling. That feeling which was just so much and so intense and which makes you want to get closer to him until you tasted his smile.

“See?” you whisper, eyes flitting to his lips, “you old softie.”

“Mhm, whatever”, he whispers, gazing at your lips longingly, “come closer, princess.”

You do. You come closer. You come closer until you can feel his lips against yours. Your fingers thread themselves into his hair deeply. You drag your fingernails over his scalp, eliciting a sound most foreign to your ears.

“What was that?” you gasp, breaking the kiss.

“Nothing”, Yoongi murmurs, staring at you with widened eyes.

“Yoongi Boongie, did you just purr?” you tease.

“No? Don’t be silly.”

You scratch the same spot you scratched before, forcing his chest to rumble in a soft purr. It makes you grin and makes Yoongi look to the side.

“Oh my god! You’re so cute! I read somewhere that bats purr when they’re being pet. You’re seriously such a vampire stereotype”, you tease him.

“I didn’t purr! Shut up, I’m not a bat. This is racism against vampires”, he tries to sound grumpy, but it just ends up coming out squeaky.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Gosh”, you giggle, “you’re such a cutie”, you say, pecking his burning cheek.

He huffs out air, but gasps when he feels your lips against the shell of his ear a second later.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’s our little secret”, you promise him.

“Whatever, you’re such a brat”, he mumbles, “and just so you know? I don’t like being pet.”

“No? Okay, then I won’t do it again”, you say, retreating your hand from his hair.

He looks at it with slight longing in his eyes.

“Yeah sure, whatever”, he says, trying his hardest to look as unbothered as possible.

You can’t stay serious for long. He just looks so adorable.

“Oh Yoongi”, you crack up, reaching for his hair again, “you’re such an old grumps.”

He sends you a look, but deep down his face carries complete and soul consuming contentment. Now that you are petting his hair again, Yoongi can’t hide just how much he actually likes it.

“You know what? I’ll do it either way, because I don’t listen to you”, you tease him.

“Whatever, just do it, I guess”, he murmurs as his eyelids fight gravity once again.

“Okay, okay I will”, you tell him before doing the most peculiar thing of resting against him. With your cheek against his shoulder and your fingers in his hair, you find your own relaxation and as Yoongi wraps his arms around you and then begins purring again, you know that he was truly relaxed himself. You can’t see it, but he has his eyes closed, carrying happiness on his lips.

“Mhm”, you let out, “you are seriously so snugly.”

“Hm”, he hums, making the tiniest sound when you give him a little squeeze. It was a content sound, one that makes you happy to hear.

“Yoongi can I tell you something?” you ask him.

“Of course, tell me.”

“I feel safe when I’m with you.”

“Mhm”, it is obvious that he is flustered and doesn’t know what to say.

“I know we’re always talking about how I like the thought that you could rip me apart and while I am not going to go into how much embarrassing truth may be behind that statement right now…”

Yoongi chuckles lazily, petting your lower back fondly.

“…you’re still the only person who never made me feel scared of being eaten”, you continue, “you know, when you took care of my bite wounds and even licked off my blood and your face didn’t even change, I was thinking to myself just how incredibly strong you are.”

You lift your head, meeting his terribly glassy eyes.

“This awful sorcerer cursed you to uncontrollable violence and blood thirst, but you broke that curse. Are you even aware of what you achieved? What you did? You wrote your own destiny, Yoongi. And honestly you always speak of redemption, but in my eyes you have redeemed yourself a long time ago.”

He blinks rapidly and turns his head to the side.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not”, you turn his head back to you, tracing his cheekbones.

His eyes study your features, searching for dishonesty but finding nothing but truthful admiration.

“I’m not redeemed”, he whispers and as he speaks those burdening words, a droplet of his tears fell on his cheeks.

You wipe it off, hoping that another won’t follow.

“In my eyes you are”, you breathe, claiming his trembling lips in a deep kiss. The kiss carries much importance with it. It carries a truth which would have felt like slander of your view of Yoongi months ago. It is no slander these days, it is honest and feels wondrous. And Yoongi can barely carry the weight of it, finding his only support in your hug.

“I’m happy.”

The words escaped him in the moments after the kiss broke, when his soul was the most vulnerable it has ever been and when honesty was his last resort to escape the overwhelming unknown of being loved.

You lift your head, locking eyes with him. So much. Oh, you are feeling so much.

“Holy fuck, Yoongi”, you whisper.

He turns his head away.

"Whatever."

“You deserve it Yoongi.”

“Be quiet.”

You kiss his cheek, “you’re so sweet.”

“Shut up.”

“Mhm, no”, you peck his cheek again, “you sweetiepie.”

He moves his head away, sending you an angry look.

You giggle, looking so beyond adorable that Yoongi has to smile at you. Your giggles stop, your fingers trace his lips.

"Your smile is so beautiful, Yoongi."

"Stop it", he hisses.

You kiss his lips then the tip of his nose.

"You'll be so annoyed with me, I can tell you. You thought I'm a nuisance when I don’t like you? Get ready for when I do like you, because I will compliment you constantly."

"I noticed", he mumbles, accepting your second nose kiss with a happy purr.

You giggle and snuggle into his neck. He smells so good. Like his cologne.

"Oh Yoongi, you are so snuggly."

"Mhm."

You trace his arm mindlessly, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck at the same time. You want to keep your eyes open just enough that you can look at him. You don’t see much of him, just his neck and the beginning of his ear. You lean in just to kiss the spot, returning to your gazing afterwards.

"I think I could do this for hours", you say, turning your head to give his shoulder a kiss. You do so with your eyes closed, staying in the position afterwards to inhale his scent, "you smell so good. Did you put perfume on?"

"And if I did?"

"Well then, I'd have to do this", you say, attacking his neck with snuggles and little nudges of your nose. You sniffle loudly, giggling to yourself as you do, "like this. I'd have to do this and also this", you say, giving his jawline a sweet kiss.

Yoongi tilts his head to the side slightly, exhaling audibly through his mouth.

"And this", another kiss closer to his ear, "and also this", you end it by giving his ear a soft bite, tugging on it before releasing it in a sigh.

You turn your head, greedy to see his reaction. His eyes are half-lidded, racing between yours with insatiable obsession, his breathing is just slightly quickened.

"That's what I'd do", you say, moving closer to caress his cheek with the tip of your nose while your fingers dig deeper into his soft hair, “you think that’s something you can handle?”

“Mhm-hm yeah, I definitely can”, he whispers, letting you tug on his hair with his eyelids fluttering.

One little kiss on his cheek and Yoongi has his head turned to you and his lips inches away from yours.

He doesn’t say anything, merely chasing your closeness by repeatedly tilting his head closer or rubbing his nose against yours slowly. It makes you smile and chase him right back.

It happens naturally that your eyes fall closed, as do Yoongi’s. And for the next moments you share the silence by giving each other little nose rubs and ghosting kisses on the lips. It feels so right to do. It is the first time those emotions of so much feel right, as if all they needed was this specific gesture and now everything is finally in place.

Yoongi sighs softly, giving your lips a kiss. It was longer than the ones before and made you open your eyes just so you can look at him.

As if he feels your eyes on him, he opens his own, meeting your gaze.

You give him a little smile, giggling shyly. Yoongi retorts it, letting out a little chuckle as well.

This is so nice, you think and you know that Yoongi is thinking the same thing.

Your cheek rests itself on his shoulder again, your fingers begin tracing his face.

Yoongi accepts it with a little content smile – the kind which doesn’t show his teeth and turns his lips into a little line and makes his cheeks puff out – and a nod of his head, before closing his eyes and resting his head against yours.

He is so precious, you think as you feel oh so very much. You caress his cheek, cupping it in your palm safely afterwards. It fits so perfectly. Truly, he is so precious.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you whisper.

"Of course."

"I don’t have a lot of people who like me."

"Mhm, I get that. You don’t need their approval."

"No, I mean…I don’t have a lot of people who are important to me."

"It's best like that. You can lessen your heartbreak that way."

"I guess", you say and nuzzle closer, “you’re one of them however. The ones who are important I mean.”

“Ah”, silence, “okay…thank you”, he says nonchalantly.

It makes you laugh.

“What?” he asks, craning his neck so he could look at you. He looks just slightly offended.

“Okay, thank you?” you giggle, “you’re so cute Yoongi Boongie”, you say, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand.

He furrows his brows, “don’t mock me.”

“I’m not”, you say and give him a chaste kiss. Except it isn’t chaste as Yoongi places his hand at the back of your head to feel you for longer. Truly, he is such a greedy kisser. So much. You feel so much because of it.

You break the kiss, eliciting the saddest sigh from him. He chases you, makes you giggle.

“Don’t flee”, he whispers, tilting his head up to try and catch you.

“You’re so greedy”, you tease him, fleeing from him with a smile on your lips.

“You feel so good”, he confesses. His fingers grasp you desperately, he tries again only to feel your kiss slip from him again. “My princess”, he breathes, gazing at your lips longingly, “please.”

You peck his lips, making him gasp. He draws into you with his torso, places his hand between your shoulder blades, lets the other rest on the back of your neck in way that his fingertips were buried in your hair. This is it. The upperhand, you handed it to him with this simple peck and now he tries everything to keep you close. You try one more time, fleeing only to realise that it is fruitless as Yoongi finally uses his strength on you. It is a sweet realisation, the kind which makes you feel so much and allow him to lead you down whatever road he wants to until you are entirely lost together.

It is Yoongi who has to break the kiss in the end, opening his eyes just to give you a smile. You retort it.

“This is so nice”, he says, “we’ll do this often, won’t we?”

“Mh-hm, I’d want that”, you promise him, making his smile grow.

“Good. I want it too, my princess.”

“Ah seriously, Yoongi”, you whisper and hide your face in the crook of his neck, “you’re flustering me.”

“Mhm.”

He traces your spine with his fingertips.

"Is it bad?" he asks.

"What do you mean?"

"The flustering. Is it bad?"

"No of course not, I’m just so overwhelmed because I’m not used to you saying all those cheesy things."

"But they’re honest", he sounds offended as if he doesn’t want them to be cheesy.

"Oh Yoongi", you whisper, "well, then they are even more precious."

"Mhm", he nods his head in contentment, “do you want to see something?” he asks you.

“See something? Of course. What do you want to show me?” you ask him, lifting your head.

“One of my secrets. Well, the others knew about it as well, but I didn’t let them see it without my permission.”

“Is it another prison?”

He looks saddened for a moment.

“Sorry, dark humour. I didn’t mean it”, you fix the mistake panicky, feeling the need to cup his face and then kiss the tip of his nose, “sorry, really sorry. I’ll never say it again, please forgive me. I’m sorry.”

Yoongi’s features relax again, he even leans into your touch. Then he chuckles.

“You’re forgiven”, he says and to your dismay stands up, “come with me princess, I’ll show you.”

“Okay then, show me” you say, following him down the winding stairs and through the ground floor of the library. Past dusty bookshelves and the many sitting areas where once Namjoon was planning his evil schemes. At least that is what you imagined him doing in here.

Through the door Yoongi leads you, past the sofa where weeks ago you helped him gain back his emotions. Looking at it still sends heat to your cheeks and it seems that it affects Yoongi as well as his grip around your hand tightens in a soft squeeze.

“Where are you taking me Yoongi?” you ask him as he leads you past another threshold and into the spacious entrance hall.

“It is a room I want to show you”, he tells you, guiding the way past the steps.

“Are we visiting Jungkook?” you ask him, looking at the closed door to his wing.

“No, he is showering and doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

“Oh, okay.”

You and him take a sharp turn to the right. This is a part of the estate where you have never wandered before. You only really wandered right of the stairs to the greenhouse, the kitchen, Yoongi’s wing, but the left hallway you always ignored. It wasn’t as long as the right one and didn’t house even remotely as many different doors. Just three. Left, right and one at the end of the corridor.

“That’s so weird, I was never here before.”

“It is not exciting really. It houses our central heating and electricity as well as our security monitors past those two doors”, he explains and points at the right door and the one in the middle.

“I see.”

“But this one is very exciting, it’s my little secret”, he says and unlocks the left door.

He flicks the lights on and pulls you inside with him.

A small room reveals itself to you. No bigger than six square feet, dark wood floors and matching walls on which an impressive amount of golden hooks were installed. Each hook houses one key and underneath a golden tablet was telling you to which room it led.

“These are the keys to every single room in the estate. There are copies of each of our wings and the greenhouse, the library, the cars in our garage, you name it”, he explains.

“Creepy, that’s how many rooms are in this place?”

“Yes”, he answers you, placing his hand on the small of your back to rub it softly, “it is important to keep the exact order and hang the key from where you took it, so we won’t get confused”, he explains and leads you to the right corner of the room.

He points at a set of metal keys.

“Don’t take these keys without asking me first. They open the prison cells and I don’t want you to enter this cursed place without my protection.”

He points at another set of metal keys. They carry their age on their surface in the form of red rust.

“These too, ask me first before taking them. They open the attic. I haven’t been up there in decades and I can’t guarantee for the floors to be safe. I don’t want you to break through them and hurt yourself.”

He points at a set of black keys next. Old and definitely heavy.

“Don’t ever take those keys. Ever.”

“Why? Where do they lead to?”

“They open the gates to the tunnels. Those gates should never ever be opened, they are too dangerous for you. You can get lost in them and meet deadly creatures in the shadows. Some are also prone to fall in or are filled with water. I don’t want you to wander in them and get hurt. Do you understand?” he says, keeping his voice the same level of soft he had kept it in the library.

“Yes I understand, I just don’t really understand why you are showing me all of this.”

Your eyes meet. He gives you a soft smile.

“So you know where to look if you ever want to enter a room of course”, he says, dancing his hand up and down your waist.

“Okay, but…why?”

“So you don’t have to ask for my permission of course.”

“Oh…” you understand what he means by that. This right is Yoongi telling you that he trusts you and that he wants you to feel free.

He pulls a pair of keys from his pockets.

“And these are for you.”

“For me?”

He nods his head.

“Why? For what? To where?”

“Well, this one is a copy to the keys’ room and the others are keys to every room in Park Jimin's wing.”

You had wanted to reach for them, but stopped once his name fell over Yoongi's lips.

“Jimin's wing….” your eyes flit up to Yoongi’s, “why?”

“Because the guest wing is beneath you and his wing is perfect because it connects to the greenhouse.”

“Perfect for what?”

Yoongi turns and leaves the room, making you jog after him. He seems flustered – if not even shy – all of a sudden.

“Perfect for what Yoongi?” you stress, holding onto his arm.

“For you.”

“For me?”

“Dear heavens, you ask so many questions”, he murmurs, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

“That’s because you are talking in riddles. I’m confused.”

Yoongi stops and turns. He takes your hand in his’ and places the keys in your palm. They feel heavy and warm against your skin.

“You need a place to live now that you can’t go outside and Jimin doesn’t need it anymore. So take it and make it yours.”

“What? Yoongi, are you serious?”

He nods, knitting his brows in seriousness while his eyes carried fondness.

“But-“

“No buts, just think about it.”

“But I have an apartment in the city.”

“That’s no problem, I will help you move your furniture.”

“It’s not about that, it’s just”, you stare at the keys in your hands, “Yoongi this is too much.”

He stays silent. You and him pass by the stairs and cross into the familiar right hallway.

“Where are we going now? I swear to god if you have another thing for me, I’ll actually uppercut you.”

He sneaks a glance at you, “let’s get Taehyung.”

You let out a disbelieved laugh, shaking your head.

“Yoongi, you are seriously giving me whiplash. One second you tell me that I can move into Jimin's place and the next you tell me that Taehyung will finally leave”, you laugh, stumbling after before holding onto his arm.

“It’s because the hunt made me feel good. I feel gracious right now”, he explains, opening the cellar door.

“I mean…I’m not going to complain about it, but Yoongi. I really don’t need Jimin's keys, once Taehyung is out he can protect me. I’ll go back to university and he can drive me to my place, it’s really not necessary.”

“What?” Yoongi whips around, looking at you with the help of what little light the torch gives him. Even in the dim shine of the fire his eyes seem to fill with anger, “you want to leave the estate?”

“Yes, of course I do”, you chuckle in disbelief, “we both know that me living here was nothing but a temporary solution and Taehyung can take care of me.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Do what? Return to my normal life?”

He stumbles, blinking rapidly.

“But…” he turns two times, scratching his forehead as he does. Then he stops, staring at you with widened eyes and his head tilted to the side, “you’ve built a life here haven’t you?”

“Yes of course I have, but I have a life outside the estate too. I can be lucky that we are on winter break because otherwise I would have already dropped out of university and I want to open my own botanical garden one day. I don’t want to be locked up here until I’m old and grey. You know that I don’t.”

He exhales shakily, touching his chest right above his heart.

“Namjoon is still out there”, he presses out, voice slightly deeper than before.

“I know, but once Taehyung is out you don’t need to protect me at all times. He can and you can use your free time to finally catch Namjoon. Wouldn’t that be a clever idea?”

Yoongi grinds his teeth, lowering his eyes. His fingers twist his jumper, shaky breath slipping past his lips.

“Fuck”, he presses out and turns his back to you.

“What?”

Yoongi takes heavy, big steps. They are audible, which means he was honestly upset. He had already reached the second door, leaving you to stumble in what little light the torch casts your way.

“Yoongi, what’s wrong all of a sudden?” you ask again, holding his hand so he wouldn’t escape into the darkness again. The warmth of once is gone, it feels icy in your fingers now.

“It’s nothing”, he hisses, unlocking the second door.

Hissing and growling greets you and the stench of rotting flesh. It makes you gag like it always does, but leaves you uninterested otherwise.

“Of course something’s the matter. Yoongi come on, talk to me.”

“Quiet now”, he spits, “I don’t want them to listen in.”

You look over your shoulder at the salivating vampires with their ruby eyes and their rotting skin. They are gawking at you with an animalistic hunger in their eyes. It makes you draw closer to Yoongi and hold his hand tighter.

The lock to Taehyung turns with a loud click. Yoongi opens the door and turns to you.

“Let me see how he is doing first”, he says coldly.

“Why?”

“I don’t want him to go crazy in hunger at your smell.”

“He won’t, I know him.”

He pushes you back softly.

“Stay ___, I’m not going to repeat myself”, he growls.

“Fine, geez. I’ll stay.”

“Good”, he says and disappears inside the cell.

You click your tongue. What’s wrong with him all of a sudden? Why is he being so cold to you again? What did you do?

“So you’re friends with him? Come closer, I promise I am also a friend of him” one of the vampires growls behind you.

You decide to ignore him, grasping the doorknob tighter in fear.

“Don’t ignore me. Come on, we can all be friends here”, he hisses.

The chains rattle. You force down a squeak by biting down on your lower lip, holding your breath in the process.

“I just want to talk to you”, he insists, voice demonic.

“Her heart’s racing so nicely.”

“Come on sweetheart let’s talk.”

“Yes, let's talk, I promise we don’t bite.”

“Don’t bite, yeah don’t bite.”

The chains are rattling a little too loudly for your taste. You need to flee. And so you rip the door open and stumble inside.

“..you-“, Yoongi stops talking, eyes landing on you, “why are you here?”

“I know I should have stayed outside, but one of those fuckers outside scared me, so I bailed”, you say, panting slightly.

Yoongi sends an icy glare at the door, most definitely directing it at the vampires outside.

“You did the right thing. Taehyung’s in control anyways”, he says.

Your eyes flit to the latter. He is standing up today, back against the wall and limbs tied by iron chains. He is staring at you with his jaw clenched. Oh how exhausted he looks, even more than he did two weeks ago.

“Hi”, you whisper.

“Hey”, he says, voice a lot less croaky than it was two weeks ago. He must have warmed it up by talking to Yoongi before you barged through the door.

You step closer, past Yoongi. You don’t take in the way he touches his chest again, twisting his jumper painfully. Taehyung looks at you with sad longing in his eyes, wiggling slightly now that your sweet scent was tickling his nose.

“I’m finally here”, you say, running your fingers over his cheekbone.

“I knew you’d come”, he says, smiling sadly.

You feel awful, your chest filling with heaviness.

“I’m sorry it took me so long”, you choke out, “I tried to open the door every night, but it didn’t move”, you sniffle, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not angry, it wasn’t your fault”, he whispers.

“I still feel awful.”

“My darling, look at me.”

His eyes are so lifeless and tired. His skin is so grey and thin, showing off his dark veins without him even having to turn into his true form. It hurts to look at him, but still you keep your eyes on him. He wanted you to.

“It wasn’t your fault”, he breathes, “you’re here now, this is all that matters.”

“Yes and I came to finally free you”, you step closer, placing your hands on his chest, “you will finally leave this awful place today Taetae.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes upon hearing you call Taehyung by his nickname, feeling his nails hurt just from how tightly he grasps his own shirt.

Taehyung exhales shakily, head falling to the front.

“Finally”, he says, voice barely audible.

“Yes, finally. Everything will return to normal. You and me, we can be together again. I’ll take care of you once you are free. I prepared oils for a bath and put fresh sheets on the bed so you can sleep soundly”, you say excitedly, caressing his sides, “I’ll make sure that you feel so good and safe.”

“Thank you”, he breathes, “thank you so much.”

“I’ll just quickly get the keys and then you are free”, you say and turn around.

Yoongi is clasping the keys tightly, staring at you with his lower lip between his teeth to stop it from trembling.

“Can I have the keys to Taehyung's chains please?” you ask, smiling so brightly it illuminates the entire room. You are finally going to free Taehyung. All there stands between his freedom and your normal life back is Yoongi's willingness to hand you the keys. You extend your arm, heart racing like crazy.

Yoongi reaches out, stares at your hand and exhales loudly. He pulls his hand away.

“It’s too dangerous.”

“What?” you chuckle in disbelief, “Taehyung isn’t dangerous, at least not to me.”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“No, we can’t risk it. I’ll free him tomorrow. Once I got enough blood bags to feed him”, he insists, stumbling back.

You follow him, reaching for his arm.

“Please don’t do this now”, you plead quietly.

“No, my decision is final. One more night, then I’ll free him.”

You had wanted to protest, but Taehyung's loud laugh makes both of you look at him instead.

“What?” Yoongi challenges.

“You are speaking of one night when we both know that you won’t keep your promise.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Yoongi spits.

“I am calling you a manipulator”, Taehyung growls, “you think one night will be enough to make ___ fall for you?”

“Oh trust me, I don’t even need one night for that”, Yoongi answers him and the jealousy in his voice is unmistakable. He won’t hide it, not anymore, not when Taehyung saw right through him.

Taehyung's gaze shifts to you. You swallow at the intensity of it.

“And you really think that she is going to pick you? After you denied her yet another chance at being with me?” Taehyung isn’t out for losing either.

“Careful Kim Taehyung, I am still holding the keys to your freedom”, Yoongi grumbles, clutching the metal keys tighter.

“The keys to my freedom or the keys to your chance to own ___?” Taehyung spits.

Yoongi hugs you to his chest tightly, so tightly in fact that you can take in nothing more than the scent of his cologne and the softness of his jumper on your cheek.

“I told you to be careful”, he growls, tightening his arm around you.

“Tell me, when was the last time you allowed her to be by herself in the outside world?” Taehyung challenges, earning himself a low growl from Yoongi.

You can feel how he tenses up and how he seems to squeeze you even tighter to him. You touch his back softly, running your fingers up and down his spine. It makes him shiver slightly.

“Yoongi, I know you don’t want to own me”, you whisper in hopes of softening his heart.

But Yoongi is too angry. Taehyung hurt his pride and flustered him and in the process angered him. Now he doesn’t want to help anymore. And so he looks down at you, dark eyes lingering on your lips.

“We are leaving, princess. I promise to free him tomorrow once he isn’t as delirious from hunger”, he grumbles, tugging you to the door gently.

“Yoongi, don’t pull me. Yoongi, please don’t leave him here again. You promised”, you stutter, fighting against him.

“It’s just one night, I promise”, he says, fighting back without ever using his true strength.

Your back hits the door. Yoongi leans closer as he reaches behind you to open it.

“Yoongi please don’t do this to me”, you beg, but he ignores you.

The door opens, you stumble slightly. Yoongi steps closer, shielding you from Taehyung almost completely.

“Leave princess, he’s too dangerous tonight”, he grumbles, pushing you softly.

“Min Yoongi!” Taehyung yells and tugs at the chains, “you think keeping me here will give you her attention forever?”

Yoongi stops, eyes falling on your face. They fill with sad longing in an instant.

“You really believe that ___ won’t figure out that the only reason you are keeping me here is so you can have an excuse to keep her close?” Taehyung challenges, twisting the chains roughly.

Yoongi clenches his jaw.

“I heard you speak to one of your creations on the phone. I know that you have a lead on Namjoon's whereabouts”, Taehyung continues, “so why aren’t you chasing it? Is it because you are scared that once you do, you will find him and lose your leverage on ___?” Taehyung snarls, muscles in his arms flexing, “of course that’s it. She’ll finally be free to go wherever she wants again, she can leave the estate and you won’t be able to stop her.”

Yoongi locks eyes with you, knitting his brows. The sad longing gets replaced by true and naked fear.

“She won’t need you anymore and that scares you.”

Yoongi breaks eye contact, grinding his teeth. His hand falls back to his chest, twisting the fabric of his jumper.

“Is this true?” you ask.

“Of course it isn’t”, Yoongi spits, “I told you, he is the biggest liar of them all.”

“No! You are the liar! You are promising ___ protection and all the riches in the world, but in reality you want her locked up in a golden cage, depending solely on you!”

Yoongi doesn’t acknowledge him, strutting to the door. He most likely would have left through it, if you hadn’t made yourself big in front of it.

“Get out of my way ___”, Yoongi grumbles.

“You promised me.”

Yoongi studies your face, outlining the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“You kept me waiting for two weeks. You kept Taehyung waiting. You promised me that you would release him.”

“I lied. Surprise, that’s a pretty common thing for our species to do.”

“No you didn’t. I know you didn’t”, you make yourself bigger, “I’ll never forgive you if you decide to keep him here. If you walk through that door you will lose me.”

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow up, eyes widening.

“Are you seriously trying to emotionally manipulate me right now?”

“See it as your attempt to reassure me that what Taehyung is saying is nothing but lies. Show me that you aren’t keeping him here for selfish reasons.”

Taehyung chuckles deeply, painting a dark frown onto Yoongi's face in the process. Yoongi presses you against the door, keeping a tight grip on your shoulders.

“You do not manipulate me like that, do you hear me princess?” he growls.

“You don’t scare me. This is just you pretending. I know the real Min Yoongi”, you stand your ground.

Yoongi laughs breathlessly, seemingly lost for words. His eyes race between yours, his fingers hurt on your shoulders and yet the creases on his forehead become less.

“I know you are scared. Admitting that you are scared that you will lose me takes a lot of courage and it’s scary to imagine I’d leave you, but you don’t need to be”, you touch his chest, “I won’t leave you”, you whisper.

His fingers loosen on your shoulders, the creases on his forehead cease to exist completely. You cup his cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“And it’s also okay to admit that you don’t want to be alone anymore.”

Yoongi looks into your eyes, blinking rapidly as he does. The sad longing is back and somehow it feels as if he is leaning into your touch.

“Princess”, he whispers, stepping closer until your foreheads are almost touching. You take that last step, making his head fall against yours.

He whimpers, holding you tightly. But his touch carried no anger anymore, just fear of you slipping between his fingers never to return.

“Please Yoongi, don’t break this promise to me”, you whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

His eyes fall closed, his fingers squeeze you desperately.

“I can’t”, he confesses, sounding scared.

“Yes, you can. You’re so strong.”

“I’m not, I’m weak”, he chokes out, voice quivering unbearably.

“No, you aren’t. And it’s not weak of you to release Taehyung”, you whisper, taking his face between your hands just so you can caress his cheeks.

“He almost took you from me”, he presses out and squeezes you closer, “keeping him here is justice.”

"Justice?” Taehyung laughs dryly.

You can watch it happening. You can watch how anger and naked fear returns to Yoongi’s features. And in this moment – in this painful second of having to watch him get dragged back to the hell he just escaped from – you wanted Taehyung to stay locked up for doing this to Yoongi. It only lasted a second before Yoongi breaks away from you and turns, trying and failing to push you behind him with trembling fingers.

Taehyung stares at you. His damp hair hangs into his eyes, a dark smirk curls at the corner of his lips, “I can smell how my fellow people are rotting in their cells. You call this justice? I call this barbaric.”

Yoongi frowns, hands clenched to tight fists.

“They deserve to be here, I gave them their chances and they didn’t take it.”

Taehyung scoffs, cocking an eyebrow up. He scoffs again and lowers his head.

“Where was Jimin's chance then before you did nothing to save him?”

Yoongi falters, almost stumbling to the side. There it was again, that reminder of Jimin.

“His death wasn’t my fault.”

“Yes! Yes it was! If you and Sanguis had never attacked us then he never would have died!”

“Liar! You utter liar! There would have come the day where Namjoon would have discarded you and Jimin in the blink of an eye! Don’t you get it? The two of you were always replaceable to him.”

“Even if we were! You did nothing to help Jimin!”

“Jimin had his chances. I gave him many, you know I did”, Yoongi takes a step closer to Taehyung, “Jimin just simply ran out of them, it was justice.”

“It wasn’t justice!” Taehyung's loud voice bounces off the walls. He pulls at the chains, eyes filling with a dark fire, “Jimin didn’t deserve to die!”

“He did, we both know he did. Jimin was a monster”, Yoongi answers him dryly.

“No, you are a monster! You are an even worse monster than Jimin ever was. At least Jimin knew he was evil, at least he knew that what he was doing was wrong! You! You hide behind the morally gray deeds, you call good, and excuses of finding redemption while the blood of thousands soaks your past!”

Taehyung growls, eyes turning red.

“You are the real monster. A cruel, barbaric monster, which pretends to be human and just!”

“Stop please”, you beg, feeling like breaking down in tears. But they don’t hear you, they are both deafened by their anger.

"I don’t have to explain myself to a snake like you", Yoongi hisses.

Taehyung laughs loudly, carrying mockery in it.

"Ah yes, of course. Look at him ___ look at him pretending to be one of the good ones. How laughable."

You whimper, shaking your head. You want no part in this. You don’t want this. You don’t. You really don’t.

"I'm not pretending, stop twisting my words. I never pretended to be good, unlike you."

"Look at him. Your acts won’t fool anyone anymore. Especially not ___."

"I kept her safe!" Yoongi roars, doing so with such vigour that for just a second it felt as if the ground was shaking.

"I saved her from Namjoon’s compulsion! I saved her from his torture! And I saved her life after you led her into death's arms and then watched. It was me! I kept her safe while you played your fucked up games with your useless friends!"

Yoongi hits his own chest.

"Not once I controlled her mind! Not once I messed with her sanity. Not once I forced her to believe that her body wanted a lie! And what did you do? You slithered into her life through manipulation and compulsion!"

He inhales loudly.

"So do not speak to me about who is good and who isn’t. At least I never pretended to be someone who I am not with her. At least I didn’t force her interest in me. At least I actually mean it when I promise her that she will find no harm through me! And at least I am honest when I promise her that I would fight the world to keep her safe!"

Taehyung falters, taking a step back.

“So do not try to turn ___ against me. I have a million better reasons to return the favour, so shut it", Yoongi snarls and grabs Taehyung's chin tightly. It cracks, you could hear it clearly.

“Yoongi stop! You’re hurting him!”

Yoongi twists around, dark monstrous eyes staring at you. He doesn’t look like Taehyung or the others when they are turned, he looks frightening. His eyes are pitch black, crying black veins, the corners of his mouth have almost reached his ears, showing off a row of sharp long teeth. Like a demon from your nightmares. You gasp in shock, stumbling back without wanting to. You really didn’t want to react in such a way, it was on instinct. Shit, you can see how hurt washes over Yoongi's face at your reaction.

Taehyung chuckles in victory.

"See? You’re a monster", he taunts.

“Stop it Taehyung!” you beg.

Yoongi forces down the pain in his chest. Of course you would be frightened and here he thought you were different.

“So you think me a monster Taehyung?” Yoongi repeats what he had said before, voice laced with heartbreak.

He lets go of his chin.

“Why bother being nice then?” Yoongi growls.

In an instant he is behind you, keeping you pressed to his strong body with one hand around your throat. You squeal, body freezing up.

“Let her go!” Taehyung growls, fighting against the chains, “she doesn’t have anything to do with this!”

“Oh she has everything to do with this”, Yoongi barks, “you see Taehyung, she makes us weak.”

Yoongi bites into his own wrist, dark blood spilling out of it immediately. He presses it against your lips, forcing you to swallow his blood. You whimper and pant. It burns, but nothing comes close to the pain your heart was currently in. This was not supposed to go this way. Yoongi was not supposed to fall back into the claws of his demons. Why did Taehyung says such untrue things? Why did everything go so completely wrong?

“You think I’m keeping her here for selfish reasons? I’m keeping her here because she is a weak human. So why not finally give her all the strength she needs to protect herself?” he growls, pressing his wrist closer.

“You bastard let her go or I’ll rip you to shreds!”

“Try it! You know I can’t be killed. I tried a hundred million times before, I can’t be fucking killed!” Yoongi screams back, forcing his wrist closer.

Taehyung laughs and sobs at the same time, wrists carrying blood from how roughly he pulls at the chains.

“You selfish, manipulative monster. Yet once again you are making it so she would be dependent on you”, his voice is filled with so much hatred that it fills their air with sourness, “what is your plan now? Turn her into a Ripper and tell her that only you can help her control the monster inside of her?”

“Shut up or I’ll snap her neck!” Yoongi screams, squeezing your neck so tightly you whimper in pain.

Taehyung meets your painful gaze, heart shattering in his chest.

“No!” he wails, fear filling his features, “don’t do this!”

Yoongi snarls and closes his fingers around your neck further. His wrist leaves your mouth. You cough and gag with tears running down your face. No, this shouldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening.

“But I did Taehyung”, Yoongi challenges, tilting your head up, “and now she has my blood in her system. My cursed blood runs through her veins just as we speak. Just one twist to the right”, Yoongi tilts your head to the side, fingers tangled in your hair tightly, “and her pretty, little neck would snap right through.”

“No, please. Yoongi this isn’t you, please I know you. This isn’t you”, you beg, voice quivering in fear.

“Shut it”, he hisses, tilting your head up so you would look into his demonic eyes “you think you know me? You know nothing. I’m a monster!”

“That’s not true. You are nice and caring and sweet.”

Yoongi tightens his fingers around your throat, growling deeply.

“T-that man on the daguerreotype”, you croak out, having to whimper, “that’s the real you. A man who rather sees their lover die, than condemn them to a fate of unbearable hunger. A man who went out of his way to cheer me up by showing me the greenhouse, that’s you. A man who, despite all the bad he had done, allowed himself to feel. And the man who makes me feel like the world can’t hurt me. That’s you. You’re not a monster.”

Yoongi’s eyes fill with tears, his lips beginning to tremble. The monster has vanished from his face, now nothing but a heartbroken, scared man is staring back at you.

“Shut up! You don’t know me!” he presses out and sobs.

“But I do Yoongi, I do”, you try to smile, “and I know you wouldn’t kill me.”

Yoongi whimpers and sobs.

“Shut up”, he chokes out, forcing your head back to the front and placing his hand over your mouth, “you know nothing about me. I’m a monster! I don’t care about you, you are nothing to me”, he growls.

You sob, pressing your eyes shut. Why is he still pretending? Oh that hurts more than his hand on your mouth does. You try to shake your head, but Yoongi stops you before you can, wrapping his hands around your throat so tightly you feel your head become dizzy. You squeak and pant, eyes growing big.

“Don’t touch her! You bastard let her go!” Taehyung screams, fighting against the chains.

“What are you going to do Kim Taehyung?” Yoongi yells back, tears streaming down his face, “you wanted to turn her anyways! Why are you so against it all of a sudden? I’m making her stronger!”

Yoongi puts more pressure on your throat.

“Yoongi”, you sob.

Yoongi looks at you and for a second he found himself faltering. But he can’t, not when he had ruined everything again. Now he has to commit to the role he had picked out for himself. He is a monster, your reaction to his true self proved it to him. He is a monster and he has to show you just how unlovable he is.

“I could snap her neck and condemn her to a fate of insatiable hunger”, he growls, voice quivering, “a Ripper, a Glutton, maybe even a gluttonous Ripper like myself, you pick it Taehyung. Her fate lies in my hands.”

“I’ll kill you! If you even as much as scratch her, I’ll kill you!” Taehyung screams, baring his fangs.

“How are you going to do this? You’re all chained up”, Yoongi challenges and tilts your head back to the point that it hurts.

You whimper, pressing your eyes shut.

“Yoongi please don’t do this”, you beg, nails digging into his lower arm, “that’s not you.”

“Shut up!” he yells, but his voice broke as he did.

“Please, I know you aren’t a monster. I’m sorry I frightened, I never wanted to”, you plead, voice barely audible.

“Shut. Up.” he croaks, “shut up, just shut up”, he wails, finally putting pressure on your airway as well.

You squeak and wiggle, heart beginning to race in an instant.

“Don’t touch her!” Taehyung screams, fighting the chains.

“Make me!” Yoongi yells back, twisting your head to the side just enough that your muscles ache, “go on fight, save her”, it sounds so much like a beg as the words fall from his tongue.

Taehyung lets out a blood curdling scream and then he rips the chains right off the ceiling. He slacks for a moment, stumbles and falls to his knees. He fights and fights and fights, but the chains around his ankles are too strong. He has been starving for too long, his body is broken. He can’t, as much as Yoongi wants him to fight, he can’t.

And so he gives up, collapsing to the wet ground and sobbing miserably.

“Don’t hurt her”, he croaks, body quivering in exhaustion, “I am begging you, I will take another three months down here, three years, three decades. You can hurt me every waking hour of my imprisonment. Break my bones, skin me alive, tear out my insides. Whatever it takes, just stop hurting her. Please.”

The silence is deafening, just as much as the rushing of your blood is. Air, you need air.

“Please Yoongi…” Taehyung begs and sobs quietly, “….please I’m nothing without her.”

Yoongi's fingers fall from your throat, his arm around you loosens slightly. He whimpers, stumbling back. You are free, he released you. Fuck, you feel like passing out.

It feels like you are dreaming when you watch Yoongi stumble to Taehyung and take the chains off of his ankles. Everything is blurry around you, every noise sounds like you were underwater, your stomach aches.

He released you. You are free. Taehyung is free. He didn’t give in to the demons in his mind. You knew that he wouldn’t and yet you are muted in shock. He freed Taehyung.

“Go. Go wherever you want to go”, Yoongi croaks, sinking in on himself, “just go.”

Taehyung sobs, crawling to you even though the hard concrete is rubbing his palms open.

“Darling”, he croaks, reaching for you.

But you barely even take him in. Your eyes are glued to Yoongi, burning in your tears.

“Darling”, Taehyung tries again, touching your ankles with nimble fingers.

With your heart breaking in your chest you look away from Yoongi, eyes flitting down to Taehyung. He looks so helpless, barely keeping himself from collapsing on the florr.

“Taehyung”, you whisper, fingers shaking as you help him up, “I’ll help you, hold on to me”, you say weakly, slinging his arm around your shoulder so he could lean on you.

“My sweetest…” Taehyung whimpers and lets his head fall on your shoulder. He is so heavy in your arms, barely taking steps.

“Let’s get you out of here”, you pant, gripping his waist tightly, “you’re finally free, you’re free.”

You need to keep going, leave that awful cellar behind. All that matters is that you get him to his bed. He needs to rest.

Yoongi lies forgotten for now. Yoongi, who watches you leave with tears streaming down his face and silent apologies on his lips. Yoongi, whose body curls in on itself and who only a second later is kneeling on the floor, weeping for the happiness he had once again destroyed.

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gumbxz · 2 years ago

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steve harrington x ex!friend reader

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steve has unrequited love for an old friend. reader had confessed to him but he didn’t feel the same way in that moment. so they moved on and now steve regrets rejecting them :( reader has a partner too haha basically an alt version of my steve x afro latina reader where she confesses but he doesn’t react to nicely.

genre// angst, unrequited love

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robin could tell something was fishy with steve-o. he felt so out of it lately. it was pretty depressing looking at him. family video was a bit busy around valentine’s day. a perfect day for couples to unwind with each other and watch a film and get all snuggled up.

that could’ve been steve. it could’ve been steve and you, but he was stupid. stupid enough to reject a total package like you. the night where you confessed to him, he knows how vulnerable you were in the moment. but he still rejected you anyway. he didn’t think about you in the moment. the only thing on his mind was steve. and what steve wanted. and he just so happened to want nancy wheeler still.

“why- why don’t you want me. she clearly doesn’t need you. i need you steve, i’m inlove with you. don’t go chasing after someone who doesn’t want you, you’re waiting for nothing. nothing is happening steve.”

“i know what i’m doing, but i genuinely hope that maybe at least, a small amount of hope lingers where i hope that nancy could come back to me.”

“are you fucking serious, are you hearing yourself right now? what is it all for- can’t you see that i’m right here. stop waiting for someone who isn’t going to chase you, steve.”

you started reaching out to him, trying to hold him while you begin to cry in frustration. your pleases didn’t seem to matter at all to him. he didn’t even uncross his arms as you cried into him.

“what did i do wrong. what am i doing wrong? is it because i’m not her. am i not enough.”

he couldn’t say anything. what could he even say? it’s like you were speaking to a brick wall as you cried and hit his chest. you were powerless beneath him.

“i hate you. i fucking hate you. i hate you steve harrington. i hate you for making me feel this pain.”

your words were nothing. he took a deep breath and stood back. you fell to your knees and cried in frustration. gripping the carpet floor. steve hated himself for not feeling anything for you. he hated that he couldn’t do anything. the best thing he could do was leave you. he left you behind.

left you on the street like you were nothing more then trash. he regrets it till this day. he regrets not noticing the feelings he has for you. he regrets not being the one to hold you.

“man, they look happy don’t they, steve?” robin nudges steve’s shoulder as he goes through the vhs’. he looks up in the direction where robin is looking. he felt a familiar ping of pain in his heart.

you were there. you were in the horror movie isle. with your partner. the two of you seemed happy. the way your partner held you from behind while you laugh against them made him feel both sad and upset. angry that it wasn’t him with you. angry that it hurts to even look at you.

you slowly make eye contact with steve. your face drops a little seeing him. and it hurts him. he’s the first to look away and go back to sorting the vhs’. robin couldn’t believe steve right now. she could only shake her in disappointment.

“you could’ve gotten that bag, steve. she is a literal keeper. i’m gonna be honest, she is hot. and you managed to mess up that bag. you idiot.”

“look i know- there’s nothing i can do now. it’s too late.”

“it’s never too late, you just have to like- pray for their downfall. and when she’s all sad you swoop in and save her like some knight in shining armor.”

“robin, that’s not how thi—“

“hey, can we get these two movies?”

your partners voice speaks as they set the movies down on the counter.

“hm, labyrinth and friday the 13th. cool movies, haven’t seen labyrinth yet, right robin?”

“mm you’re very right steve, you should let us know what it’s like when you guys bring it back.”

she smiles at you, and you give her a soft smile back.

“yeah, totally. we’ll let you know all about it. thanks you guys. see ya.”

“take care, (y/n).”

“you take care too, steve.”

he sighs to himself as he watches you leave with the vhs’ as and you walk away hand in hand with your partner.

this was a different kind of pain that steve hasn’t felt before.

he didn’t like the feeling. the feeling of loving you, when you don’t love him back. he feels stupid for not being there for you when you needed him.

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this one hurt tbh- i related to both steve and reader 💔but maybe i will add a part 2 to this 😱and maybe they both get each other in the very end hehe,,

#steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #Spotify #afro latina reader #angst #unrequited love

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alexanderossis · 2 years ago

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I’ll be getting over you (my whole life)

Geolex x Labyrinth by Taylor Swift

Summary:

George has enough on his plate, Alex reminds himself as he hyperventilates alone in the Red Bull motorhome. He’s driving a bad car and he’s George, so he doesn’t know how to lose.

Unlike Alex, who only knows how to lose. Unlike Alex, who doesn’t have a seat anymore.

No seat. No George.

It only hurts this much right now

Was what I was thinking the whole time

Breathe in, breathe through

Breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be getting over you my whole life

Alex can’t breathe. Everything around him is spinning, and he can’t see anything, he wants to cry out but he can’t. It feels like when he was biking with George and he broke his collarbone and-

George. He should call George. But he can’t. Because they aren’t doing that right now.

George has enough on his plate, Alex reminds himself as he hyperventilates alone in the Red Bull motorhome. He’s driving a bad car and he’s George, so he doesn’t know how to lose.

Unlike Alex, who only knows how to lose. Unlike Alex, who doesn’t have a seat anymore.

No seat. No George.

Alex slides down the wall he’s been leaning against, too tired, too overcome with grief and panic to stay standing.

He buries his head in his hands, tries to breathe, and waits for it to pass.

He can hear footsteps, someone coming down the hall. Normally he would try and pull himself together. He doesn’t want them to see him like this. If it’s Christian or Helmut, or god, even Max, he’ll never live it down, he’ll never get another chance. But he can’t bring himself to care. It doesn’t matter anymore.

The steps quiet as they reach Alex’s slumped body and he feels someone join him on the ground. Arms wrap around his shoulders, large, warm hands half rubbing, half shaking Alex’s body.

He opens his eyes and all he sees are the same baby blues that have haunted his dreams since he met George all those years ago.

You know how scared I am of elevators

Never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

In hindsight, he should have known better. He should have listened to Pierre, the warning phone call he’d received the night he’d signed his contract with Red Bull.

But Red Bull had a seat, Red Bull wanted him. And he wanted them. He wanted to drive in F1, he wanted to be there with George, and have their rookie years together. He wanted his dreams to come true.

But if he could go back, maybe he would change things. Maybe he would make a different choice. And then maybe he wouldn’t have lost the only person he’d ever loved, maybe he and George would still be talking. Maybe he wouldn’t hate himself so much. Maybe he wouldn’t throw up before facing the media. Maybe he’d still enjoy driving a race car around a track.

But he can’t go back. So he settles for George’s temporary presence, helping him off the ground and towards his driver’s room as Alex sobs into his chest.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

“I know, I know,” George murmurs into Alex’s hair as Alex’s tears soak his Williams brand polo. “You’re okay, it’s going to be okay.”

“What am I going to do?” Alex sobs, clutching pitifully to George’s arm, as if the moment he lets go, George will walk away. It’s not unprovoked, George has done it before.

“I don’t know,” George confesses, hands rubbing soothing circles against Alex’s back, “I don’t know, Alex. But we’re going to figure it out.”

“We?” Alex sniffs, looking up at George, eyes red and cloudy with tears.

“Yes, we.” George nods, giving him a small smile, “We’ll figure something out together.”

And just like that, with one small smile, Alex feels a smidge better. He also feels a smidge in love. Fuck.

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

George manages to get Alex to calm down enough that Alex feels like there might be enough air in his lungs for the first time in what feels like days. But it feels like false hope. Because George being here, it’s a whole other ball game. It’s a push and pull that Alex can’t handle right now. He should put up the wall that is usually there in George’s presence.

But this version of George, the one who knows Alex like the back of his hand, the one currently comforting him when no one else cared enough to do the same, he’s easy to fall for. And Alex thinks he’d probably give up all of it to have just a bit of this George.

George is looking at him like he just asked Alex a question but Alex has no clue what the question was or what the answer should be. But George, always with something to say, moves right on without fuss.

“I’m going to kill Christian,” George stands, letting Alex flop down gently onto the couch. He grabs George’s discarded sweater and pillows it under his head, George’s familiar scent wrapping around him, soothing the remaining panic.

He’s pacing now, plotting the demise of Red Bull and everyone involved with the team and Alex feels the joy bubble inside him. He feels the thrill of having George back on his side, of acting like old times, of maybe getting to kiss familiar lips, taste familiar taste.

It’s so endearing and so George, the way he would do anything to defend Alex’s honour, that a laugh bubbles out of Alex’s throat. And in return, he gets George’s beaming smile.

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

“How did you know I’d be here?” Alex asks softly, “No one else came looking.”

“Seb said that Max had told him that they were signing Perez,” George sits back down on the couch, lifting Alex’s head gently off of his sweater and letting him lay on his lap instead. “He thought you’d probably need some comfort.”

“But,” George continues, “On my way over here, I did see the announcement on Instagram.”

Alex’s eyes widen, “It’s out there?”

George nods, biting his lip.

“Fuck, I’m going to have to do media, I’m going to have to go and-” he can feel himself spiralling again. “How am I supposed to go out there?”

“Stop, Alex,” George’s hand stills across Alex’s lower back. “No one is making you do anything. You’ll go out there when you feel okay and you’ll say that you understand the situation, even though we both don’t, and then we’ll go and get some tea and watch a movie, okay?”

“You’d do that?” Alex’s eyes widen.

“I never should have stopped doing that.”

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

George manages to convince Alex to go and give a statement to the media. He sits with him while Alex pukes into the waste basket, wiping Alex's sweaty brow with a discarded red bull shirt. He walks behind him until they get to the media, where he ducks out a side door and waits until Alex is done. They go pretty easy on him, and George could scream. The way they treated Alex all year, the way Christian let them treat him, it leaves him fuming.

But it doesn’t matter now. It’s over.

Alex strips out of his red bull gear and changes into plain clothes before they leave, a weight slightly lifted from his shoulders. He lets George pull him into his hotel room, lets him wrap them both in the duvet, lets him press soft, soothing, familiar kisses to Alex’s plush lips. And against his better judgment, Alex lets himself fall a little bit back in love with George.

Read it on A03. Sorry Alex, Love you bb but I love making you cry too! Honestly, I blame @boxboxlewis because they write the best Geolex angst and I can only hope to be that good someday.

Send me a prompt, I’m writing everyday of November

#Geolex #2363 #6323 #AA x GR #George Russell #Alex Albon #George Russell x Alex Albon #F1 fics #Formula 1 fics #f1 RPF

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damonjuicyscock · 2 years ago

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Pictures of You - Chapter 16 (90's Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 2000's Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst (Mention of blood bc Liam and Noel fighting... AGAIN), fluff, smutty (Oral female receiving, P in V sex, protected sex, listen to Liam and ALWAYS WEAR A CONDOM).

Words: 2429

Summary: Back on tour with Oasis in 2000 as their official photographer as you've always been, you find it hard to have a moment alone with your husband. Also, Barcelona in May 2000 doesn't go as expected.

A/N: Hello ! I am back only today, but college is really being a pain in the arse so I'm sorry if the chapter only comes now. I beg you all please to be indulgent and not to leave me comments when I'm late, I know it, but sadly I can't do otherwise, I'm doing everything that I can to work on both college homework and my writings here. ;)

Anyway, here's chapter 16 (Anyway here's Wonderwall), I hope you'll enjoy it as per usual, next chapter will be the epilogue (yes Liam is leaving us for now, but he will come back of course !) and I don't know when it'll be published, (probably this weekend, because this time, no homework to do, at least at the moment.)

Enjoy !

(Damn this man...)

2000:

Back on tour with Oasis, with a baby.

It wasn’t simple, you can tell, so for each gig, Maggie was looking after baby Lennon while I was taking pictures.

Meg had also brought Noel’s and her’s new-born baby girl Anais.

Having a sexual life was also complicated.

Lennon was sleeping well and generally slept through the night, but as if by chance, everytime Liam and I were trying to go at it, Lennon started crying, which always caused Liam and I to argue. The thing being none’s fault. Draw.

It wasn’t until the end of the first part of the European tour that Liam and I got to be alone.

Peggy came a few days in London and was staying at Paul’s. With his agreement, she asked us if we agreed on letting her take Lennon with her for us to be just us two.

And oh, thank you Peggy.

March 28th 2000- a train from London Victoria:

Liam, where are we going?

Not gonna tell ye, it’s a surprise.

Can you at least give me a clue?

Nope, it would ruin everything. He answered

It was 11 am and we were on a train, going nowhere, or at least, somewhere I didn’t know where.

When we arrived in Chertsey, I immediately understood.

Don’t tell me that’s what I think! I exclaimed

And what d’ye think?

That we’re going to Thorpe Park.

And yer fucking right. He answered, smiling

Liam, I’m 30.

And?

And I’m 30, that’s all, I may be too old for that shit.

Shut yer cake ‘ole love, there is no age to have fun. Remember?

Remember what? I answered, holding both his hands

We’re gonna live forever sweetheart. So let’s fucking have fun.

Liam would always stay young in a way, that’s a fact.

And he would always make us feel like it.

So ready to feel like a kid again?

Fuck yes. I answered, kissing him

We left the train station, walking to the amusement park.

And we wouldn’t only be kids again. We would feel intense thrills only adults like us can feel.

We had fun, you can say it.

Screaming on the top of our lungs and holding hands in rollercoasters, getting soaked on the loggers leap and laughing out loud, stopping to kiss passionately in the middle of a labyrinth, eating cotton candies and candy apples.

And without knowing it, I realized I needed this day more than ever.

We came back in London, where Liam took me on a date in a lovely restaurant on the docks. The restaurant was charming and after leaving it, we went for a little walk.

Liam had bought a bottle of rum for us to share at home, while watching a movie.

Without doing it on purpose, Liam put the adult channel and there was a porn.

We both inclined our heads looking at the actress’s position.

That’s… He started

Complicated to reproduce. I pursued

It requires…

A lot of flexibility and training. She’s definitely a gymnast. What.The. Fuck.

Yea, what the fuck.

Liam put another channel.

We’re definitely fucking not doing this.

No indeed, we’re not.

Liam looked at me.

No Liam, we’re not.

What? So I can’t fucking look at ye without ye thinking I’m a fucking perv? I was going to ask ye what ye want to watch! He laughed

Sorry my love. I have an idea.

Tell me.

The mirror on the ceiling of our bedroom.

Oh… Ye wanna cuddle and sleep?

You totally misunderstood me Li’. I said, a grin on my face

Oh, I see! Ye want me to be ye movie don’t ye?

Yes, that’s the idea.

But what kind of movie?

Oh, I’ll let you decide what kind.

Liam approached me, put his hand on my hips and started kissing me.

While he deepened the kiss, I laid down on the couch, with him on top of me.

I felt his hands wander a bit everywhere and tugged at the hem of my PJ tee.

I let him take it off me and I did the same with his.

He got the access to my breasts and started kissing them. I moved uncomfortably.

Don’t worry baby, you’re still beautiful. You’re even more.

I smiled, relieved.

His lips kept sliding down until he found the hem of my PJ shorts.

May I? He asked

You better. I answered, smiling

He tore it off me, not wanting to wait anymore, leaving me in my undies.

And now, we’re pursuing this in our bedroom. He said, looking at me with love and lust

He took me in a bridal style, transporting me in our bedroom and laid me on our bed, him on top of me.

Now look at the mirror on the ceiling and let me make ye feel good sweetheart.

He slid my undies off and started licking at my clit, causing me to throw my head back on the pillows, while looking at what Liam was doing to me in the mirror.

It was so arousing, and I was wet.

Soon, I flet my orgasm approach.

Are ye close baby? Ye wanna come?

Fuck… please Li’, make me…

He sped the movements of his tongue, and I became a moaning mess, my whole body trembling in pleasure, Liam holding my hips down on the bed, helping me riding over my climax.

When I came down from my high, I felt my husband move to take the rest of his clothes off.

He was about to enter me, but I stopped him.

Li’.

Wot? Ye changed yer mind?

Hell no! But…

But what?

Huh… condom?

Oh yea, sure, soz, I forgot ‘bout that.

I wasn’t taking the pill anymore; I didn’t want to. But I didn’t want another child. At least, not yet.

Liam fumbled in the night table and took out a little blue package of it.

H ripped it open with his teeth and rolled the condom on his hard member.

This time we’re ready. He said

He kissed me and slowly entered me.

I hissed in pain. It had been quite some time that we didn’t do anything, and Lennon’s birth also probably acted on this.

Are ye okay? Liam asked, worried

Yes, just give me a few minutes please.

Of course love. He answered, smiling at me

Liam let me get adjusted to his size and left kisses everywhere while doing so.

I got to relax, and I finally nodded, indicating to Liam that he could move.

He started thrusting in me, slowly, making love to me.

My eyes were riveted to the mirror, looking at Liam’s hips rolling against mine, and looking at his exquisite ass.

Fuck… Yer so tight… I love ye Y/N… Do ye like to watch me make love to ye?

I answered with a loud moan.

I’ll take this as a yes. He added, also moaning

My nails dug in his back. Seeing both Liam’s body moving against mine and his face contorsionning with pleasure threw me over the edge.

Oh God… Liam…

Ye wanna come? Yer close baby?

Yes!

He sped up his movements and my body started shaking in pleasure again and left me being only whimpers and cries.

My eyes shut themselves in the process, and I heard Liam grunt loudly a first time.

I love you Liam… I love you…

I love ye Y/N. So fucking much!

Liam grunted again and this time, he spilled himself in the condom.

He collapsed next to me, and we laughed, taking time to come down from our ecstasy.

Wow, what a day… I said

I know, right? He answered

We laughed again

Still so proud of himself. I added

I am proud, would ye like to talk to him? He pursued

I kissed him a few times, starting to tickle him.

And this morning, me missus was telling me that she was too old to have fun and now yer tickling me as if we were fucking teens.

Yes, I know. And you’re right Li’. I’m not too old. Fuck… I’m fucking thirsty. I’ll go have a drink.

Leave it to me. What d’ye want to drink?

Well I know someone who has bought a nice bottle of rum earlier…

Liam smiled at me.

I’m going.

He kissed me before leaving the bedroom.

When he entered the kitchen, I heard him yell like a little girl.

Li’ are you okay?

Y/N, Help me please!

I put on my nightgown and join him in the kitchen. Liam was sat on the table, his legs drawn up against him.

Hey, what is it? I asked, worried

The…the…the mouse, just here. He said panicked, showing me the little animal with his finger

Huh what?

I’M FUCKING SCARED OF MICE Y/N! He shouted

Oh boy. The man never had feared his violent father and his big brother but was scared of mice. What a paradox.

Being married to the man Liam Gallagher is, had its good and bad moments as you all know.

And a bad moment came, again. This time it had nothing to do with me or cheating on me.

It was fare more worse than that. It was attacking his own family.

May 24th 2000- Barcelona-Spain:

On this day, Oasis were supposed to play in Barcelona.

But Whitey had tendinitis, so the show was cancelled but postponed to July.

So the guys spent the whole night drinking. Liam and Noel seemed to go along, as if Liam had grown up since our son was born.

I took this as an opportunity to take pictures of the band.

But oh, Liam can be a pain in the arse and be a total fucker when he’s drunk, he should never have ventured into such grave territory as that on which he has embarked.

Noel was showing pictures of Anais to the rest of the band, proud of the dad he became 5 months before.

Maybe was he joking as he always told me, or maybe was he serious, but Liam’s humor wasn’t to everyone’s taste. Especially Noel.

Oh I’m soz Noel… Liam started

Fer what?

Yer daughter.

Why? Ye think she’s ugly, don’t ye?

Oh no, she’s pretty!

Then what the fuck our kid?

I’m just soz fer ye that she’s not yers.

Fuck off! Noel answered, laughing at first

No really, I mean it. Ye really should take a paternity test, she doesn’t look like ye at all.

Liam! Shut the fuck up! I said, shocked, thinking he was being serious

Yo, what d’ye mean? Noel said, starting to get angry

What is it right, is that yer missus has most likely gone elsewhere during our studio sessions in France.

Liam, stop it! I shouted

Take this back right now William. Noel threatened

Well I’m soz but I’m just helping ye face the fucking truth man.

Oh shit, here we go again… I said, rolling my eyes but starting to panic

Noel threw himself on his brother and started hitting him and punching him. Liam tried to defend himself, but Noel was so enraged that the adrenaline of the moment made him stronger than he originally was.

He split his brother’s lip open, blood spilling out of it.

Gem and Alan tried to separate them and finally got to, Noel still wanting to take the life out of his younger brother.

I helped Liam to get up.

I’m fucking leaving, ye went too far this time! Noel yelled

Oi, I was joking! Can’t ye take a joke anymore?

It wasn’t fucking funny Li’! I answered

Noel opened and slammed the door; I ran after him in the hotel’s corridor.

Noel, wait, don’t go! I said, grabbing his arm

No Y/N, I’m soz but I’m leaving, ye won’t change me mind.

Listen, Noel, He’s drunk, he doesn’t mean…

Stop defending him Y/N! He has no excuse! None!

Yes, you’re right, he has no excuse, but alcohol…

Alcohol is not a reason, he can’t act like this because he drank too much, he has no right to! I’m leaving, I go back to me wife and daughter. Take care Y/N.

You too Noely.

I went back in the room we were in and saw Liam with a tissue in one of his nose holes so he wouldn’t bleed on the carpets.

He’s a crazy fucking bastard! I was only joking!

The fact Noel was leaving pissed me off even more.

I went towards Liam and slapped him.

You fucking idiot! I yelled

Oi!

There is no Oi! For fuck’s sake Liam, don’t joke with this kind of things!

Not me fault if me humor’s not Mr Chief’s taste!

This isn’t fucking funny! Wouldn’t you feel insulted if it was about Lennon and I?

Liam knew he was wrong, but he hated it.

Ye know what, fuck off Y/N. Shut the fuck up, I don’t wanna hear yer fucking voice.

Nice, you won’t hear it then. But think about booking another bedroom because you’re not sleeping with me tonight!

Perfect, I’ll go to the bar!

The next morning, I woke up alone in the bed. Liam didn’t come back.

I called his name, but there was no answer.

Happily, as I wasn’t drinking alcohol anymore, I wasn’t shitfaced so I could go looking for him with my mind cleared.

I went into the bathroom and let out a little scream when seeing Liam asleep in the bathtub.

I shook him and he grumbled.

Come on Liam, wake up. I said dryly

Let me sleep.

Well if you want to sleep at least go to bed.

Yea yea, two minutes. I’m soz fer last night.

That’s not to me you should apologize Liam. Call Noel.

Yea yea. Tomorrow.

As you wish… I sighed

It was going to be complicated. Noel only came back two months after and their relationship would never be the same anymore.

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