#i should start counting how many times have i drawn them walking like this

[sygneth]

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#helll yeeeaaah getting out of an artblock is awesome 10/10 would recommend #my art #fanart #acd holmes #granada holmes #john watson #sherlock holmes #my dear boys <3 #victorian husbands #i should start counting how many times have i drawn them walking like this

[iluvpjo]

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓖𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼

Synopsis: Luke and you went to a party being held at camp that Mr. D and Chiron have no clue about, whilst there you happen to get drunk and your best friend Luke has to keep an eye on you and take you back to your cabin. When you guys get back you drunkenly spill your feelings for him and start to get touchy, and your best friend has a hard time saying no to you.

Warning(s): NSFW! MDNI, alcohol! Drunk reader, I never edit or proof read my fics btw ermmm

Pairing: Luke Castellan x fem reader

Word count: 7,938k (bit long sorry I got excited writing abt Luke for the first time haha)

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The night was drawn on for a long time, it seemed that no matter how many songs were played that no time was passing at all. Luke stood in the corner of the party underneath a tree, brushing off the few girls that attempted to speak to him. He didn’t wanna talk to them, not when he had to keep his eyes on you. His best friend for years, the two of you clicking immediately as soon as you arrived at camp, it was like you were meant for each other. In a platonic way obviously, the both of you thought — and lied to yourselves about it often.

There you were, stumbling around the party as your tired legs struggled to keep up. Luke furrowed his brows staring at you, he knew you were a strong girl but he couldn’t help but be worried for you. The two of you arrived at the party together but as you kept drinking and having fun you eventually grew apart from him, dancing like no one was watching in the crowds of other campers. It was shocking that Mr. D and Chiron hadn’t noticed the party at all, if they had then they’d surely have shut it down.

Luke eyed the cup you were holding, you’d probably swapped cups around seven to eight times by tonight. The classic red solo cups from the movies, one held loosely in your palm. With the way you were swaying around trying to stand properly you’d probably end up dropping your cup if you weren’t careful, then you’d come over and whine to Luke about it anyways. So Luke decided to approach you again, walking up beside you and gently tapping your shoulder to get your attention. You flinched for a second, shrugging your shoulder to get his hand off of you.

“Wha—? Get off me..” You murmured as you kept looking away, not yet noticing who the man was standing next to you. “It’s only me.” Luke replied, moving his hand back to touch your shoulder again. You smiled and turned your head as you heard his voice, your lips curled up a little crookedly. You definitely looked drunk. “Oh! Hey Lukeeee.. Where’ve you been? ‘Missed you.” You twisted around to open your arms and hug him, your cup falling to the ground absentmindedly. The cup you’d been holding for the last ten minutes, sipping and holding onto it like it was your most prized possession — discarded in just a second.

“You’re drunk.” Luke sighed and shook his head a little as he looked at you, your arms wrapped loosely around his torso and you pressed the side of your face to his chest. “Maybe a little tipsyyyy.. but I didn’t have THAT much to drink!” You laughed it off and shrugged your shoulders. “You’ve been going back and forth all night grabbing yourself drinks, you’re more than just a little tipsy.” Luke pinched his nose bridge before reluctantly rubbing your back.

You hummed happily as he pet your back “Hm? ‘You been watching me? Pfft.. Stalker.” You giggled again. Luke couldn’t help smiling to himself a little, shaking his head at you “Maybe we should head back to the cabins soon, yeah?” Luke suggested. He’d hoped that you’d agree and that you’d stop drinking, with the way you were already he was a little nervous thinking about you getting any drunker. “Whaaaat? Noooooo.. The party only just started!” You whined and stomped your foot on the dirt like a child who hadn’t gotten their way.

“We’ve been here for three hours already, aren’t you tired?” Luke asked you with a softer voice now after seeing you getting a little whiny. He didn’t like upsetting you, it hurt his heart when he did. He liked making you happy, he’d do anything to keep a smile on your face. He’d slay a man for you if you even just suggested the thought of it. “Tired? Nooo.. I’m very much awake! You can go to bed if you’re tired though, ‘you don’t need to stay here just for me..” You said to him as you slowly pulled away from your hug.

Luke gave a small pout to himself after you’d said that “No, I wouldn’t leave you alone here.” He answered immediately “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.” You shook your head at him as you wore a drunken smile. “I know you can, but I wouldn’t feel like a very good best friend if I left you by yourself.” Luke gave back a sympathetic smile, letting you know that he’d never doubt your ability to protect yourself. You were a big strong girl, but you were his big strong girl, so he couldn’t risk leaving you alone at the party to be talking to any other guys.

You stared at him blankly for a moment as you tried to process what he said, giggling to yourself a little as you swayed a bit. “Well.. now that you’re here with me.. let’s go dance!” You exclaimed and moved to grab both his hands in your excitedly. You acted excited every-time you two hung out together, like every moment hanging out together was a special thing— and it honestly was to you. Luke gave a soft sigh as you held onto his hands, shaking his head before giving you a small smile “..fine. Lead the way party girl.”

You dragged him along towards the center of it all, there were already a few drunk campers dancing together around you two. Luke regretted listening to your suggestion after you’d both stepped inside the small crowd of people, but the thought quickly faded away when he saw your bright smile on your face. It made him feel special that you always wore that big beautiful smile around him, and of course you would. He made you happy, there was never a bad moment with him, because the two of you were best friends for life.

“Dance with me!” You laughed and began to dance, swaying yourself side to side and twisting your body to go with the music. “You’ll be the death of me.” Luke commented to himself before joining you slowly, hoping not to attract any attention to the two of you. He copied as you did, swaying his body to the side and watching you with a glimmer in his eyes. Underneath the soft moonlight, the lit lanterns, and the occasional bright coloured lights scattered around the party, he thought you looked beautiful. He thought it often but it wasn’t often that it was ever spoken out loud.

After a couple minutes of dancing you began to grow tired, slowly letting yourself slump down. Luke caught you in his arms, letting you fall into his chest as you lost your balance. You giggled to yourself at your drunken clumsiness, putting your hands on his chest and moving your head to look up at him. “Don’t worry, I got’cha .” Luke murmured as he held your weight against him, making sure you wouldn’t fall to the floor and hurt yourself. “Heh.. Lukeeee..?” You slurred as you spoke to him.

“Yes?” Luke tilted his head at you and smiled to himself, wondering what drunken nonsense you’d spit up next. “Have I ever told you how much I loveee youuu?” You asked him, the question caught Luke off guard and he blinked confusedly for a second before answering. “What do you mean..?” He asked before shrugging and talking again “I- I think you’ve told me before. Maybe on my birthday or something.” He looked to the left trying to remember. “Mm.. Weeeeelllllll… I love you Luke! You’re my bestest friend forever and ever!!” You confessed to him.

“Yeah? I love ya too.” He couldn’t help but feel a weird weight on his chest after you’d said that, he thought that maybe you saying that last bit was a little unnecessary — of course he was your best friend forever and ever. But why had he expected you to have said something else? He tried to shake off the feeling, but he wasn’t able to. He couldn’t shake the feeling out of his chest when you were leaning your pretty face on it, nuzzling up against him like he was simply a warm pillow or something.

“Y-You’re so pretty Lukeeee.. Love you so much.” Luke could feel how drunk you were now with the way you were speaking to him, the look in your eyes also made him sorta nervous. Your drunken eyes stared up at his face through your long eyelashes, the alcohol not being able to mask the sheer look of want in your eyes. Luke stammered as he spoke, a little flustered from your words, but he tried to keep a regular mindset. “You think I’m pretty?” He asked and blinked confusedly “Of courseeee I do! I love your face.. and your eyes.. and your hair..” you started to mindlessly mumble.

Luke snapped you out of it “I think it’s time you go to bed sweet girl.” Luke mumbled back to you softly, moving his hand to gently rub your back. You nodded your head this time instead of fighting, moving your hands to cling to his chest. Luke sighed as he got what you wanted him to do, picking you up off of the ground and swinging you over his shoulder. He was lucky you weren’t the kind of drunk to get easily sick or else you probably would’ve thrown up your dinner from the action. You giggled to yourself in glee, swinging your legs back and forth as he held you tightly. It didn’t hurt but he didn’t want you to fall or anything, he was always so careful with you.

“Sleep over..” You told him as you both started heading over to the cabins, your head hanging low near his hips as he held you over his arm. “Hm? You want me to sleep over in your cabin with you?” Luke asked you, he wasn’t sure if he should — but he wasn’t sure if he shouldn’t. He’d feel bad if you became sick and needed him, but you were the luckiest camper in the world and had a whole cabin to yourself. Luke wouldn’t be able to simply sleep in an empty bunk or something like that, if he was gonna sleep over he’d have to sleep right next to you. The two of you hadn’t done something like that before, perhaps you both sat on your bed talking but you’d never actually slept together.

“Yeahhh!! Please Luke?” He couldn’t see you but he knew that you were making those puppy dog eyes at him, probably pouting your lips too like usual whenever you’d ask him for something. “Hm.. Okay, I’ll sleep over. I’ll take care of you, my drunken girl.” He snickered a little to himself after saying that last bit playfully. You liked his comment too, because not only did Luke hear you giggling but also because (and he couldn’t see you doing it) you were blushing.

Luke walked up to your cabin and swung open the door, closing and locking it behind the two of you so no campers would come in while you were sleeping. Luke walked over to your bed and set you down gently, lying you on your back so you’d be comfortable. You smiled up at him stupidly as he set you down, your hands making grabby motions towards him ushering him to come down towards you. Luke shook his head with a smile at your antics, kicking off his shoes and laying down beside you.

Luke laid on his back facing the ceiling, feeling a little bit awkward as he was lying there beside you. You turned around as soon as he laid down, twisting onto your side to face him happily. “Hehe, hi.” You giggled to yourself as you stared at him, Luke decided to amuse you and he turned to face you like you did to him. “Hello.” He chuckled quietly to himself at your drunken silliness, he didn’t really like you being drunk but he couldn’t lie that he found your drunken antics to be rather cute.

“Lukkkeeeee..” You dragged his name out to get his attention, he rolled his eyes for a second “Yes? What is it now, hm?” He hummed “You’re so handsome.. ‘love you..” You softly spoke, your eyes looking at him a little dazed. Luke had been getting flustered from you more than enough times tonight, and now that you’d said that he was flustered yet again. He blinked in surprise and slight confusion, wondering to himself why you’d say that so suddenly. He figured it was the alcohol.

“What makes you think that?” He asked you a little quietly, smiling to himself as he looked back at you. “I told youuuuu! Everything about you is so handsome and pretty.. My pretty boy.” You answered his question, slowly moving to nuzzle your head against his chest. Luke was more than surprised now, completely caught off guard yet again. ‘Is this still.. friendly?’ Luke thought to himself as he felt you nuzzle your face against him. “You’re drunk sweet girl, you ‘dunno what you’re talkin’ about..” Luke said, moving one of his hands to gently rub his knuckles against your soft cheek.

Luke could feel the heat radiating off of your face, your cheeks were flushed and flustered — and not only from the alcohol. “I might be drunk, but I know you’re still a pretty boy..” You pouted your lips as you said that. ‘Why’s he not taking me seriously? I’m not stupid.. I’m not THAT drunk.’ You thought to yourself, did he think that you were so drunk that you wouldn’t be able to remember his gorgeous face? Never. Not when you thought about him so often. He was your best friend, how could you not? Especially when you had secret feelings for him.

Unfortunately however, your drunk self had absolutely no clue that it was supposed to be a secret. Here you were mumbling about how pretty he is to you, and dragging your fingernails up and down his arm gently leaving goosebumps in your wake. “You thinkin’ straight party girl? I think the alcohol is getting to you, maybe it’s best we go to sleep..” Luke answered with a softer voice, his face etched with concern. Luke moved his hand to touch your forehead, feeling your temperature.

He then moved his hand down to feel your cheek. Your drunken self smiled dumbly at his actions, leaning into the touch affectionately like he was just cupping your face for fun. “I’m fine Luke, ‘m not a baby. I don’t wanna go to sleep, ‘m not tired.” You whined and furrowed your eyebrows at him. He would’ve thought you were genuinely upset if it weren’t for the cute pout that painted your lips, or for the soft gradient on your cheeks. “You’re drunk, and you’re not thinking right. Sleep’s good for you.” Luke replied.

“Hmph. ‘Don’t care. Why do you think I’m not thinking right? I’m thinking completely normally!” You huffed and moved back a little, crossing your arms over your chest. There was a soft pang in Luke’s chest, he didn’t wanna see you upset - even if you were acting like a bit of a whiny brat. He spoiled you with the way he treated you, and tonight would be no different. He was your best friend and he’d take care of you for as long as the boy could breathe, protecting you and serving you with his life practically.

“No, you’re not. You keep complimenting me and telling me you love me, you’re obviously out of it.” Luke pinched his nose bridge, but he wasn’t annoyed nor irritated with you at all. He’d never be like that with you. “But you ARE pretty and handsome.. And I DO love you. What’s wrong with what I’m saying? You don’t like itttt?” You asked him, tilting your pretty head to the side. “It’s not that. It’s just- you’d never say this stuff sober.” Luke couldn’t help chuckling to himself a little, despite the slight weight his sentence had on his own heart.

“I’m worried about what you’ll think when I’m sober.” You were quick to answer, like you’d already thought of it when you weren’t drunk. “I’d never get upset with you, you know that. But you don’t really think these things when you’re sober.. do you?” Luke was preparing for you to tell him that it was some sort of joke. His heart already hurt thinking about it. “Huh? ‘Course I do. I think about you alllllll the timeeee!” You confessed with a soft laugh “No you don’t, the alcohol is messing with your head.” Luke sighed softly and shook his head.

‘Why doesn’t he believe me?’ You thought to yourself, feeling Luke’s hand comfortingly caress your cheek like he was taking care of someone sick. You weren’t sick. “You can’t tell me what I think.. and the alcohol isn’t messing with my head!!” You complained, starting to get a little irritated that he wasn’t believing your words. “Of course it’s messing with your head sweet girl, why else would you be saying these things?” He asked “Because its true. Because you’re my pretty best friend, and I thought it was obvious that I wan’ more than that..” You huffed.

You didn’t even realise the words that just escaped your lips, not even after you’d said it. You were drunk, and when you were drunk you’d just say whatever’s on your mind, even if it was a secret you were never meant to speak out loud. “W-Wait.. Huh? You.. want more than us being friends? Like what?” Luke already knew the answer but for some reason the doubt in his brain was telling him that you obviously meant something else. You couldn’t want him like a lover, why would you when you were the most perfect girl in the world to him. You could probably have any guy you want, why’d you want him?

“Sometimes when I look at your face for too long I get sad that I can’t kiss you..” You confessed, your eyes moving from staring at his face in general to down at his lips. Luke licked his lips to wet them absentmindedly. “You do?” He was torn, not knowing wether or not if it was just the alcohol talking. “So often.. It surprises me that you can’t tell- but I’m glad you can’t. Don’t wan’ you to know how I feel about you because I ‘dunno how you’d react.” You confessed with this slight sad look on your face.

“I think you just told me? But sweet girl, how do you know it isn’t just the alcohol talking? Making you think you’ve got feelings that aren’t really there?” Luke asked and pulled you in for a hug, feeling upset with himself that he was making you sad. “Because I don’t just feel them when I’m drunk! I wan’ you everyday… I wanna kiss you and hug you, I want so much more than what we have..” You sighed and lowered your head to bury it into his chest. “I.. I ‘dunno if I can accept your feelings when you’re drunk sweet girl.” Luke started to gently rub your back to comfort you again.

“Whyyyyyy..?” You were pouting your lips again, and you looked like your eyes were about to well up with tears. Luke felt his heart shatter for you, he was making you feel like this? Luke pulled away from the hug that he’d roped you into, keeping his hands on your shoulders so that you’d look up at his face when he spoke next. “I wouldn’t wan’ you to make any bad decisions when you’re drunk. If I accept your feelings right now then you’re probably gonna wanna kiss and eventually that’d lead to making out and- I just don’t want you to wake up upset the next day regretting it.” Luke looked you in the eyes.

“Hmph!” You huffed and looked away from him, whining to yourself in your head about how you weren’t getting what you wanted. “You know what? You’re right.” You said, returning your gaze to look up at him with slightly squinted eyes. “Alright.. Thank y-“ you cut Luke off before he could finish his sentence “-I would wanna kiss you tonight. And I would wanna makeout with you too. But you’re wrong about me regretting it, I don’t regret anything I do with you.” You finished. “I’m sober, and you’re not, it feels wrong. Like I’d be taking advantage of you.” Luke explained.

“Like I’d care if you did.” You rolled your eyes at him before ever so slowly moving to kiss his cheek, Luke let you at first but as you kept leaving soft kisses pressed against his jaw he had to try and regain his composure and gently push your head away. “That’s not good thinking sweet girl. I’d never forgive myself for taking advantage of you like this.” Luke shook his head like he was already disappointed in himself. “You wouldn’t be! T-Think of it as me taking advantage of you!” You suggested with a small excited look on your face.

“How would that even work?” Luke questioned quizzically as he furrowed his eyebrows at you, “Like.. I’d be taking advantage of what a good best friend you are, you’re always trying to make me happy and treat me nicely.. and you know, accepting my feelings would make me real happy.” You moved closer and gazed into his eyes longingly with want. “It’d make you happy now but what about in the morning?” Luke felt like he was slowly losing this non existent battle with you. But little did he know that he had lost the battle before it even started, because of course he’d give you whatever you wanted at the drop of a hat - why should this be any different?

“In the morning I’d probably feel.. like having swollen lips, and I’d probably feel pretty warm from having you curled up to me.” You answered “That’s not what I mean sweet girl and you know that. We kiss and I accept your feelings and then what happens tomorrow? What if you regret it all?” Luke was struggling to keep himself from immediately giving in to you, he already felt like kissing you just staring at your face like how he was. “If I regret it then we can pretend it didn’t happen. And if I don’t regret it? It happens again..” You felt like you were begging him at this point.

“Hm…. Fine. But you’re the one who begged me for this. Please, I hope you don’t regret asking for it.” Luke spoke that last sentence to himself even as he kept staring at you. Slowly, Luke began to close the gap between the two of you. You eagerly leaned in and closed your eyes, feeling his lips gently brush up against yours. His lips were soft and suddenly it was like this kiss had reawakened every positive thought you had about him right then and there, releasing all the feelings and desires for him. You kissed him back, beginning to move your lips against his.

Luke did the same thing, your lips moving together in sync as you both kissed. Luke felt slightly guilty but he also felt relieved to be able to finally do something like this, the pressure that was resting on his chest had been lifted off of it. Luke moved one of his hands to caress your hair affectionately, the other hand gently grasping your waist. You felt better than ever, your arms moving to wrap around his neck loosely. The way Luke was kissing you was so gentle and sweet, it wasn’t like how you’d fantasised but you still found it really nice!

Your drunken self took a little more action, keeping the kiss gentle and sweet but making a move to switch things up just a little. You parted your lips slightly, darting your pink tongue out just past your lips to attempt to enter his mouth. Luke caught on and quickly had to have an internal conversation with himself on wether or not he should let you, but then found himself wondering why in the world he wouldn’t let his best friend get what she wants, what she deserves. He let your tongue inside his mouth, which made you let out a soft hum/moan of delight.

It made you feel hot already, your tongue finally exploring the inside of his mouth; It felt lewd, it felt good. Luke could taste the faint taste of alcohol which made him a little irked at first, but he then relaxed as he tasted the aftertaste of some fruity flavour your alcohol was mixed with. Luke slowly moved his tongue against yours as you guys kissed, tongues not fighting for dominance but instead just playing with each other. You leaned forward to try and move your body closer to him, which made your tongue slightly slide further into his mouth which caused him to let out a quiet moan.

You would’ve teased him about it if your own mouth wasn’t occupied. You moved your hands again, one moving to grab his hair gently and the other hand moving to rest on his hip as you both moved to sit up a little more on the bed. Luke then slowly moved his own hands off of you before grabbing at your hips and tugging you forward, your weight landing in his lap. Your head felt spinny and you felt very giddy as he placed you in his lap, your knees on either side of him. You guys eventually broke away from the kiss, drawing a soft whine from you.

“Be patient sweet girl, ‘both need time to breathe..” Luke chuckled softly to himself at your reaction to him pulling away, both of you taking a breather for a moment. Your eyes blinked in confusion when you felt something weird, like there was something pulsing underneath you or something. Your eyes drifted down to look at where you were sitting in his lap, your jaw opening just a little to elicit a soft gasp from your lips. You could tell he was hard, and what you’d felt before was him twitching.

Luke rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly now, glancing away a little flusteredly as his cheeks became pink. “Sorry about that, can’t control it.. it- it’ll go away on its own don’t worry about that.” Luke looked embarrassed as he said that, making you wanna kiss him again. “What if I don’t want it to?” You asked him with a sly grin, a playful tone to your voice. “Huh? What do you mean, what’re you gonna-“ Luke clenched his teeth and shut his mouth when he felt your hips grind against him.

His head fell back slowly as he felt your fronts pressing against each other’s, “Y-You don’t have to- we really shouldn’t-“ Luke tried to speak. It was mainly distinguishable except for the few moans and groans that interrupted it. You kept moving slowly against him until his hands on your hips gripped tighter and he made you pause your actions. “Huh?” You asked with a dumb look on your face, ‘Was I not allowed to do that?’ Your face now looked a little guilty.

“Sweet girl, I thought we wouldn’t be doing anything you’d be regretting tomorrow?” He asked and you shook your head “W-We are! I won’t regret this, please just let me-“ He cut you off this time. “-Hold on. Hold on. I- Is that you I’m feeling?” Luke asked after taking a quick sharp breath, you confusedly looked down at where he was looking and grew a little embarrassed. You’d worn a skirt to the party, and right now he could feel the panties under your skirt becoming soaked by the minute.

“S-Sorry!! J-Just wan’ you..” You gave a guilty look, pouting your lips and feeling kinda embarrassed. Luke stayed silent for a moment which made you feel worse, until his hands on your hips guided you to grind back down on him again. “I can tell you need this.. and who am I to deprive you of your needs?” Luke sighed as he gave in yet again, his own needs being met too now. Your eyes fluttered shut and you struggled not to make loud high pitched moans, but you tried your best and instead was little out heaps of soft breathy moans instead.

“You’re so pretty in my lap.. should’ve had you here a long time ago, huh, sweet girl?” Luke asked you with a slight playful tone, you could tell he was teasing you. You wanted to say something smart but your drunk brain just wanted to nod “Y-Yes.. Would’ve loved to sit in your lap Luke..” You admitted shamelessly. “I would’ve felt guilty having you sit in my lap though.. Because I know I’d get hard and I couldn’t be thinking perverted things of my best friend like that.” Luke kissed your jaw.

Kisses were peppered along your jawline, making your head tilt back. “I would’ve loved it.. Would’ve acted all stupid and clueless so I’d have an excuse to rub up against you..” You giggled as you confessed “I’m not dumb sweetheart, I would’ve noticed that right away.” Luke chuckled “Mm.. would you have done anything to stop me?” You tilted your head at him “…Maybe not.” Luke shrugged before kissing your lips again.

While kissing together your hands found their way down to the end of Luke’s shirt, creeping their way up underneath. Luke paused your movements for a moment, pulling away from the kiss and making you confused for a second. He then slid his shirt up over his head and threw it to the ground, you then felt giddy and excited as you saw his exposed torso and chest. “So pretty..” You mumbled to yourself drunkly before moving your head to kiss his collarbone, making Luke take a sharp inhale. You weren’t thinking much when you made your movements, only taking what you wanted.

Your hands touched over his muscles, caressing his abs with your gentle hands. “You’re killing meeee…” Luke drew his words out, giving a small smirk as his own hands rubbed gently at your hips. “Mm.. ‘love you..” You replied and kept touching him, exploring him like you’ve been wanting to do for a long time now. Months, maybe even years now, and you were finally getting what you wanted. Of course, you could’ve easily asked him earlier but you weren’t confident enough to do it.

You stopped your hands after touching him for a minute, remembering that you should take your top off too. You quickly and eagerly pulled the fabric over your head and dropped it off the side of the bed, sitting there on his lap with this big dumb smile on your face. “..Wow.” Luke’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of your barely covered chest, his hands moving to grasp at your pudgy breasts inside your bra. “Have you been wanting to touch them as badly as I’ve been wanting you to?” You asked him with a glimmer of hope on your face.

“Of course I have. They’re so pretty.. all for me?” Luke asked you with a smug look on his face, of course you nodded your pretty little head. There was no point in lying when he already knew the truth. Luke moved his hands off of your covered breasts and unclipped your bra so that they’d be free “Is this still okay?” He asked you afterwards. “Yep!!” You nodded again, taking his hands in yours and placing them back over your now naked breasts. As you watched him fondle you your eyes glanced down at his veiny arms, his hands were veiny too, it made your heart flutter.

“Your hands are so…” You got lost in your own thoughts, just as Luke did when he was finally touching you. Luke’s fingers curiously pinched your nipples for a moment which made you whine, after this he decided to curiously bend his neck down and place one into his mouth. You didn’t stop him, you didn’t want to. You sat there like a pretty little doll for him on his lap and let him explore his thoughts, his mouth sucking and tugging on your nipple appreciatively. “I-if you keep sucking them you’re gonna leave a hickey!” You pouted your lips, yet you enjoyed the attention he was giving you.

“I don’t think that’s possible sweetheart.. but even if it was, would you complain?” He looked up at you through his half lidded eyes, wanting to hear your words. If you said yes he’d pull off immediately, yet you bashfully shook your head and said no. “That’s what I thought.” Luke chuckled quietly before moving to your other breast, sucking on the other one a little more harsher and drawing out a soft moan from you. Your fingers found themselves in his hair, grasping his head a little to keep him where he was.

When you had enough of him abusing your nipples you let go and he got the idea to pull off, moving back and staring down at you in his lap again. “You sure you still want me to do this sweet girl?” He asked you, caressing your face in his hand. You leaned into his touch and nodded your head “Yes, please?” You asked him. Luke sighed and then smiled down at you, moving his hand from your cheek to ruffle your hair “Anything for my girl.” Luke answered. He couldn’t say no to you, you were his favourite girl.

Luke pulled your skirt and underwear down at the same time, and you lifted yourself off of his lap to let him pull them off of you. He threw your skirt onto the floor and held your underwear in his hand for a moment, admiring the wet spot in the middle that covered your crotch. “D-Don’t look at that..” You whined in embarrassment, moving shyly to try and take them from his hands. Luke lifted his arm up so you wouldn’t be able to grab them, his taller height putting you at a disadvantage. “Am I embarrassing you sweet girl?” He chuckled to himself “Y-Yes.” You huffed with pink cheeks, pouting at him and furrowing your eyebrows.

“You’re so cute.” Luke chuckled again as he admired your reaction “But sweetheart, I’m not trying to embarrass you. Promise. I’m just simply admiring this mess you’ve made for me..” Luke reassured you, slowly putting the pair into the pocket of his pants. “H-Hey are you taking those?!” You asked him flusteredly, “I am. That a problem? I’ll give them back if it is.” Luke asked you and tilted his head. You huffed and sat back before saying “..No..” and giving him this coy look.

“I’ll take good care of them.. Actually, I shouldn’t make false claims like that. When you get them back they’ll be more ruined than when I got them.” Luke admitted before kissing your jaw softly and then pulling away, you would’ve made some comment but you shut yourself up as Luke slowly began to undo his pants. He moved you off of his lap for a moment so he could take them off, placing them carefully on the floor so that his prize he got off of you wouldn’t fall out of his pocket.

Luke then pulled down his underwear, letting his already hardened cock spring up to life. Your eyes watched it hungrily, your tongue darting to lick your lips as they suddenly felt dry. “You’re staring sweetheart.” He snickered at you before joining you back onto the bed, crawling on top of you and pushing you down gently so your back hit the blankets beneath you. You felt pretty flustered but you wanted to go through with this for sure, it was everything you could’ve wanted. “S-Sorry Lukeeeee… you look BIG.” You commented softly, your drunken mind speaking your thoughts out loud.

“You still wanna do thi-“ you cut him off “Yes, I do! Do you?” You asked him and pouted your lips a little, you’d hoped he wouldn’t say no but you wouldn’t force him if he did. Luke smiled down at you “Of course I do.” He answered and kissed your lips again before pulling back. Luke moved one of his arms that were beside your head, his hand creeping down between your legs. You felt shy being so exposed but the alcohol in your system kept you from hiding away, Luke’s fingers slowly and curiously dipped between your thighs to gently touch your clit.

It was more like a poke at first as he started exploring you, but then he started to gently rub at your soft bundle of nerves and it made you squeal. “A-ah..” You whined as he began to touch you down there, you were pretty sensitive at times and you’d guessed that right now it was one of those times. Luke smirked down at you appreciatively, his fingers continuing to rub at your clit to get you extra wet for him. Your hips grinded up against his hand, shuddering for a moment or two. “F-Feels good..” you whimpered “Looks like it does.” Luke responded.

“D-Don’t tease me!” You huffed a little, Luke only chuckled and shook his head at you “I wouldn’t think of doing such a thing sweet girl.” The way he looked down at you gave you butterflies. Your legs unwillingly parted a little more on their own, spreading yourself out even more for him. Luke could see everything now and he felt like he was getting the best show of his life, his fingers slowly moved from your clit and he began to drag his hand down between your slick covered folds.

You stared at him with anticipation, your chest moving up and down as you breathed heavily. Luke pushed a finger inside and felt no resistance, snickering to himself quietly before pushing in another. This time there was a slight resistance but it didn’t cause you any pain or discomfort, you were wet with slick covering your entire pussy so of course it wouldn’t be too hard for his fingers to find their way inside. “A-Ah’ Lukeeee..” You bit on your bottom lip as you felt his fingers inside of you, waiting for them to move or do SOMETHING.

“You’re so wet sweet girl, all for me..” Luke admired the way your pussy clenched around his fingers, he began to move his hand slowly. His fingers curled, pushing in and out of you ever so slowly. He didn’t mean to tease you and make you whine, he just wanted to make sure you’d be prepared, but as soon as your pretty lips went and said “Luke! Please, just- move them faster.. please?” You begged, he stopped playing around and listened to you. He’d never wanna make you beg for something, you were his girl, he’d never do that to you.

His fingers began to move faster now, his fingers making this flicking motion inside of you as he dug his fingers inside even further. It felt good, it made you start to squirm and moan on the bed, which drove Luke absolutely crazy. The sounds of your moaning and the squelching of your pussy around his fingers made his own cock begin to twitch and leak with precum, dripping onto his own thigh. Luke kept fingering your hole though to open you up, “Could I slip in another finger or would that be too much?” He asked you with a sweet voice.

“P-Put it in..” You answered. Luke hummed and let a third finger push into your tiny hole, stretching you out more for when it was time for his aching cock to enter you. His movements didn’t stop, he kept finger fucking you with three fingers now which definitely stretched you out. Luke could feel your pussy inside opening up even more for him and that’s when he asked “Could I enter you now sweet girl? That still alright?” He looked down at you as he asked. “Y-Yes please!!” You reached out for him and beckoned him to come closer and fuck you.

Luke withdrew his fingers from your hole, leaving you twitching and leaking as he reached for his own cock. He stroked himself for a moment before slowly lining himself up with you, pushing the head of his cock in slowly. “A-ah..” You groaned and clenched your teeth “Is it too much? Need me to pull out?” He asked worriedly but you shook your head “No! P-Please. It feels good.. J-Just- keep going..” You gulped. Luke noticed now that you weren’t moaning from pain and he was happy to listen to your request.

He kept slowly pushing in, inch by inch he filled you up. He was halfway through when he noticed this dazed look in your eyes “You alright sweet girl?” He asked and tapped your cheek with his hand to get your attention, you giggled and nodded your head “R-Really good. It feels good. A-Are you in?” You asked a little bashfully. “I’m halfway in sweetheart, Is it too much for you?” He asked “No!! Y-You just feel big.. and good.. keep going” you encouraged him.

Luke hummed and listened, pushing in even more until he filled you up fully. You were squirming now even though he hadn’t moved, “My stomach hurts.. but it feels so good! P-Please move now, please fuck me..” You threw your head back against the sheets. Luke listened and began to move inside of you, setting a slow pace at first to get you used to how his cock felt rubbing up against you. Of course it didn’t take long for you to get needy though and start to buck your hips back up against him.

“No need for that sweetheart. You want me to go faster or harder and you just tell me. You don’t need to work for it.” Luke reassured you and grabbed your hips a little roughly so you’d stop moving them. Luke then set the pace to be faster, slamming his hips against you and fucking you hard like you’d been wanting for as long as you could think. “YES! Ah!~” You felt yourself being folded in half by him, he moved closer and threw your legs over his shoulders so he could pound you even deeper.

Luke let out a guttural groan as he was fucking you, unable to keep his own sounds inside. It felt too good for the both of you to stay quiet, but at least you didn’t share a cabin with anyone. Your arms moved to cling to Luke, pulling him down slightly closer to you so that you could hug his neck. You would’ve pulled him closer but your legs could only bend so far. You could feel Luke drilling your cunt, pressing up against your cervix and making this aching feeling in your stomach— but despite that it felt like heaven on earth.

“It feels so good! Lukeeee, I love you!!~” You moaned out, you looked like you were absolutely fucked out at this point. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your legs were twitching, and you knew by tomorrow that your hips would feel awful but you couldn’t worry about that right now. Not with his incessant fucking into your tight hole. Luke admired the way you looked, your blissful face looked like how he’d imagined whenever he’d touch himself to the thought of you. He kept moving his hips with perfect stamina, moving on of his hands to dip back between your legs.

His cock kept hitting this perfect part inside your pussy which was making you feel real good, he then added a bit more stimulation to your pussy by rubbing at your clit up and down with his thumb. It was a little overstimulating and before you could say anything you ended up cumming, your pussy clenching around him and twitching inside. Your whole body shook for a moment as you were cumming, and Luke watched with delight as he watched your orgasm unfold.

Luke had fucked you through your orgasm but when you stopped shaking he paused his movements, about to pull out when you stopped him. You were a little tired looking now, trying to catch your breath as you spoke “B-But you haven’t came yet..” You felt guilty “I know, but I don’t wanna overstimulate you sweet girl.” Luke looked at you with worry as he didn’t wanna hurt you. “F-Fuck it.. I’m a strong girl, keep doing it.. please?” Luke couldn’t help but listen to you, if that’s what you wanted then that’s what you were gonna get.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” Luke warned you once.

Once, before he then moved his hips again. He was going faster now as he stopped worrying about your orgasm, now drilling himself into your cunt to try and get himself to cum. You were of course shaking from this, it was definitely a lot for your pussy to handle, but you’d be strong for him. It’s not like it felt bad either, because it felt really good! Luke kept fucking your hips for a moment or two, relentless and carefree with the pace he was setting.

“I- I’m gonna cum.. where do you want me to cum sweetheart?” He asked you quickly, knowing he had to pull out and cum somewhere. “I dunnoooooo… my thighs?” You suggested and let go of his neck so he could move away. Luke pulled back away from you, sitting up between your legs. Luke stopped fucking you and quickly pulled out of your hole, making you whine a little before he then let his load out onto your thighs, some of it dripping down towards your cunt anyways.

Luke used his hand to push it away, looking down at you lovingly after he’d finished cumming all over your thighs. “I love you so much.. did that feel good? Was that okay?” He asked you to make sure you were alright “Y-Yes.. it felt SO good! Thank you Luke, I love youuuuuu.” You giggled and pulled him back down onto the bed beside you to cuddle up to him.

“Be careful sweetheart you’ve still got my cum on you.” Luke warned, rubbing your back gently as you cuddled up to him. “How about we go for a shower, yeah? I think everyone’s gone to bed now, and whoever isn’t is still partying so we should be just fine.” Luke suggested and you gave a tired nod. Luke scooped you up bridal style in his arms and grabbed two towels for each of you, putting them on you guys before leaving your cabin.

He was right, when the both of you entered the boys shower room there was no one else there. You two quickly showered, Luke had to help you stand up and he even kindly cleaned you even though you said you didn’t need any help. After the shower he took you guys back both to your cabin, dried and dressed you both, and then joined you to go to sleep. “Mm.. Aren’t you worried about getting caught in here?” You asked tiredly “Nah, we’ll be alright sweet girl. Just go to sleep.” Luke murmured as he held you close and kissed your forehead.

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Best Friend's Little Sister

Remus Lupin x Muggle! Evans! Reader

Summary: Lily Evans takes the Marauders to her muggle sister's football game where she is captain of the cheerleading squad.

Warning: The Marauders and Lily not understanding football. Sirius and James want lockers in Hogwarts. SFW, drinking, smoking, OC

A/N: I know nothing of sports or cheering so please be warn if there's a mistake. In HS, I was the one smoking pot under the bleachers lol. please like or comment below. Enjoy - L || Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Word Count: 7.4K

Unlike Petunia, you were proud of Lily. Never making her feel bad for being different. Lily had lost count on how many times you have told her that she is special to be a witch and she should be proud of it. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of letters have been exchanged between Lily and you when she started Hogwarts. You would ask her about her time in Hogwarts, asking her about how her classes were and her friends. Lily did the same, asking you how life is back home and about your wellbeing. Today Lily received a letter and she was so excited to read it since you told her last week about trying out for a new position in the cheer team at your school. Quickly, opening it she had drawn the attention of the boys around her who were talking and laughing about a prank they recently did. James looks over at Lily when she lets out a gasp and covers her mouth. Lily felt James’ place a hand on her back. He asked her if she's alright.

The boys stopped talking and looked at Lily who gave James a bright smile and nodded. “Yes, it’s my sister. She told me she was made captain and is so excited. She wanted me to go to the last game of the term. She wrote here that I can invite you guys. If you are up for it.”

Lily gave James a picture you had sent along with the letter. Sirius and Peter quickly went over to James and looked over his shoulders. Sirius let out a whistle while Peter's eyes grew wide. The photo was a regular muggle photo of you.

“Evans, where have you been hiding this lovely girl!?” Lily rolled her eyes at Sirius then took the photo from James.

“Don't even think about it!” Lily said before handling it to Remus who remained in his seat in front of Lily.

He grabbed the photo and noticed why Sirius whistled. Remus had met you before, Lily had introduced you to him. He always visited Lily whenever they were on break. Remus knew you were very different from Lily’s older sister. Petunia always gave him a harsh look and would shut the door on his face whenever he came over.

“Don’t be a daft cow.” He hears you behind the door before opening it.

“Rem Rem.” You shouted as you hugged him. Remus always smiles at the nickname and hugs you back.

“She’s captain of what?” Peter asked walking back to his seat to continue on with his breakfast.

“She’s captain of the cheerleading team at her school. She has been wanting that spot for so long.” Lily said with a proud smile.

Remus continued to stare at the photo. His eyes looking at every detail, oh how he wished the photo could move. You had a red and gold uniform with black lining on the hem. Your hair was in a ponytail and he saw the glitter around your eyes, making them pop out even more. You looked beautiful, he says to himself. You had two big red pom-poms in each hand. The smile on your face was big and it reminded him of the smiles you always gave him.

“That’s exciting.” James commented as Lily took out the tickets from the envelope.

“If you guys are up for it.” Lily said, waving the tickets in her hands. Sirius and James looked at each other with a grin, any chance they got to see the muggle world, they took it. Peter nodded before letting them know he would have to ask his parents first.

“Moony?” Sirius said, placing an arm over his friend’s shoulder. Remus looks away from the picture and nods at Lily.

The Marauders stood in front of the school as Lily thanked her dad for giving them a ride.

“It’s a bit small.” Peter commented. “Well, it’s not a castle.” Sirius said, looking at the school. They jumped when a group of guys came walking beside them. James’ eyes widened when he saw they were shirtless with red and gold paint over their chest including their faces.

“Are we safe here?” Peter asked them and Lily came behind them. “Of course, it’s a high school football game.”

“Think of how fans are for quidditch. They are the same for football.” Remus told Peter and gave him a pat on his shoulder.

“What’s football?” Sirius asked, putting his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. Lily glanced over at Remus who shrugged his shoulders.

“Like quidditch but running.” Lily said not really knowing how to explain it better. Walking up to the front of the school Lily soon realized she didn't know where she was going. She hasn't been to a public school in years.

“Are you Lily?” The Marauders looked over at a tall boy with blonde hair and he wore a red and gold cheer uniform just like the one you wore in the picture.

“Who’s asking?” James said, stepping in front of Lily. James puffed his chest out trying to intimidate the boy who was taller than him. Lily rolled her eyes at James and pushed him behind her before greeting the boy. The boy gave them a smile and shook her hand, ignoring the small dramatic gasp from James and Sirius.

“I’m Chris, I'm in the squad. Your sister wanted to make sure you guys won’t get lost. Follow me.” Chris told them as he opened the front door of the school for them. He explained to them, it's easier to go this way so they wouldn't have to wait in line. Remus thanked him as Peter and Sirius looked at Chris with a shady look but soon it went away when they noticed the inside of the school. As they walked they looked inside the classrooms and looked at the papers stapled in the bulletin board.

“Wow.” Sirius said as they walked down the hallway.

“James! Sirius!” Lily called out when she noticed they were not following her. Remus looked over his shoulder and frowned when he saw James and Sirius in front of a wall of lockers.

“What's this contraception?” Sirius said, knocking on the red locker. James twisted the lock and pointed at the numbers.

“It’s a locker.” Remus told them and Peter walked over to look at it. James and Sirius look over at Remus with a curious look. “What is it for?”

Remus fought the urge to laugh. James, Sirius and Peter were pureblood, they had no idea what this was. Pushing James and Sirius back to follow Lily, he answered them. “It’s where students put their coats, books and bags while they attend classes. They use the lock to put their code to open it and lock it so nobody steals their belongings.”

“We should ask Dumbledore for lockers!” Sirius said with a nod thinking how cool it will be to have one. He always forgets his books in his room.

“Where do you guys go to school, again?” They froze when Chris asked them. Lily looks over at them with a stern face before dropping it to answer Chris.

“I’m sure, my sister told you. We go to a boarding school.” Lily said. Remus nods at the tall boy.

“We have dorms so we don't use lockers.” He added convincing Chris who looked over at Peter who was twisting the lock of a nearby locker.

“She probably did.” Chris said, shaking his head. “You guys want to see mine?” Chris asked, pointing over his shoulder at the lockers.

“Yes!” James and Sirius shouted and quickly followed Chris with Peter behind them. After 10 minutes of Chris showing them how to open a locker, they finally made it to the football field after providing the tickets to Chris. Remus stayed in the back making sure all the guys were following Lily. The stands were filled with people and students already. Chris waved bye at them and told them he’ll let you know they are here.

“It’s like a quidditch field.” James said as he looked around excited. Remus sat next to Lily as James sat on the other side with Peter. Sirius sat next to Remus in the middle of the stand getting a good view at the field.

“I haven't seen her in so long.” Lily said as she got comfortable on the metal bleachers. “Has your older sister seen her cheer before?” James asked and Lily shook her. “Petunia says cheering is for sluts.”

“I swear, Evans, your older sister hates everything.” Peter said, making her nod.

“She does but at least Y/n doesn't hate me.” Lily said with a soft tone as she stared at the field. Remus hooks Lily’s arm around with his and James snuggles close to her grabbing a hold of her hand. They knew about Lily's family and how her oldest sister always made her out to be a freak. The Marauders were happy she had you for a sister.

The game started and The Marauders jumped at the sound of the horn playing through the intercom. The people around them stood up and shouted, waving and pumping their arms in the air.

“They look so huge.” Peter shouted as the football team came running out of the field pumping their arms in the air, exciting the crowd even more.

“Oh my! She’s there.” Lily shouted standing up as the crowd hollered at the sight of cheerleaders running out. Remus stood up as well and watched a few girls do a flip as they ran in front of the bleachers.

Sirius smirks to see his tall lanky friend staring at the cheerleaders knowing who he was trying to find. Remus told Sirius on their way to Lily’s town after they left Hogwarts for break. Sirius found Remus shaving his face in the bathroom of the train.

“Oi! Who are you trying to impress, mate?” Sirius asked as he went inside the bathroom and shut the door. Sirius couldn't help but laugh at Remus who was trying to come up with a lie. Remus couldn't lie to Sirius for shit. That’s when Remus told Sirius he had a crush on you and wanted to look good for you.

“Is this why you never go out with the girls at school? And is this why, every time Lily gets a letter you get so happy when you find out it’s from her? Have you tried anything with her yet?” Remus turns red in the face and looks away from his friend. He gets nervous and Sirius can see his hand holding the razor shakes.

Sirius lets out a sigh when Remus didn’t say anything. He tells Remus to sit his ass down on the toilet seat so he can help him shave. Pushing his legs apart, Sirius gets to work and shaves the other side of Remus’ face.

“I’m just gonna say this once mate because you’re my best friend and I love you so much but you can be thick sometimes.” Remus tenses up as Sirius wipes the excess shaving cream off his cheekbone with a paper towel.

Sirius continues, “You should tell her how you feel. I’m hoping you’re not letting Moony get in between her and you because I’m pretty sure she will understand just like Lily did and if her sister is anything like her, she would love you and Moony just like we do."

“She is like Lily. Kind and smart. Dare I say more beautiful than her.” Remus said without a second thought to Sirius.

“Don’t say that in front of James.” Sirius warned jokily before heading back to his seat.

Sirius grabbed Remus by the hand when he noticed everyone sat down when the cheerleaders started to get in their position in front of the bleachers. Remus was pulled down forcibly and was about to snap at Sirius when he leaned against him and pointed ahead. Remus followed his hand and saw you walking in the front of the group. Remus hears Lily squeal beside him at the sight of you. His cheeks grew pink at the sight of you. You had a red skirt showing your legs off, Remus felt his mouth go dry at the sight of your bare thighs and legs. The sleeveless top you had on had the school logo printed on it and you wore a red long sleeve shirt it. It was tight and short showing just a bit of the skin of your stomach. Your hair is in a ponytail tied in a red scrunchie.

“I think I'm in love.” Peter said as the cheerleaders started to dance, his eyes stared at a blonde who stood next to you. James laughed, bumping his shoulder at his friend as they watched the show.

Remus saw you raising your hands in the air above your head and shouting the school name before clapping three times. It wasn't the sound of the music playing or the people around him cheering that had him mesmerized but it was the way you move your hips along with the rest of the girls to the beat of the song.

“LETS GO BABY!!” Remus hears a guy scream from the top of the bleacher as they continue to cheer.

Remus watched as Chris came behind you as the girls walked towards the rest of the guys. You came in front of Chris and he turned you around and lifted you in the air. The crowd went wild as the rest of the girls did the same. They began to clap when you turned to the side and grab your leg with both hands pulling the foot behind your head holding the position all while Chris held you up in the air. Remus grew worry when he saw you were going to come down but Chris caught you with ease, it was part of the show.

“How did they do that without magic?” Sirius asked, looking at Lily when the game began to start. Remus was too busy looking at you to listen to Lily's answer. He noticed you were talking and laughing with the team as the players started the game. Peter and James were watching in awe as the players tackled the other team pushing them to the ground with a harsh force. Lily and Remus were looking at the players running back and forth not understanding anything, they wince when one of the players tackled one while holding the ball. Half way through the game Sirius had his head against Remus’ shoulder as he took a nap with a half empty bucket of popcorn on his lap, he begged Lily to buy it for him since they don’t accept galleons.

The horn rang out loud again making Sirius yelp as he woke up spilling his popcorn on the floor.

“Did she win?” He asked in a sleepy tone to Remus, making him chuckle. “She is not the one playing, Padfoot.” James answered as the game went into halftime.

“Who’s winning?” Lily looked at the giant screen showing the count. “This school is.”

“Yay! It means she is winning.” Sirius said, picking up the bucket from the ground with Remus’ help. James and Peter were dancing around when a catchy song started to play through the intercom. Remus watched ahead at you as the girls started to shout out phrases making the crowd cheer.

“LET’S GO! LET’S GO! WE ARE THE BEST! WE CAN'T BE BEAT!”

Remus saw your eyes widen when you saw Lily. You waved at her as you continued to shout. Lily let out a squeal as she waved back at you. You were doing the usual routine, clapping your hands and turning around to shake your hips when you saw your sister. Your heart grew at the sight of your sister, she came to see you. You missed her so much. Looking to her left, your mouth dropped when you saw him. It was Remus Lupin, your sister’s best friend who you had a crush on since you were little. Quickly closing your mouth you continued with the routine but didn’t look away from him. Remus gave you a smile and you gave him one as well. You met Remus when Lily got back home after her first year in Hogwarts. He was tall for his age and nervous. He had scars on his face and you noticed he had it on his arms as well. You didn't ask him about it, you just told him if he wanted to play in the backyard. As the years passed the three of you would play around and walk around town. He always came to visit every year. Remus has always been kind and treated you respectfully. Giving you his cozy sweater or cardigan whenever you were cold or he would grab something from the top shelf for you when you couldn’t. He would let you grab a hold of his arm when walking around town knowing he walked faster since he had long legs.

You didn't know when the feelings for Remus began. You think you always liked him and the moment you realize when you really did was when Remus noticed one of your shoes had become untied while taking him to the bookstore as Lily stayed home with her parents helping them get started with dinner. He told you to lean against the nearest building and you obey. He knelt down in front of you on one leg and helped you place your foot on his knee. You couldn't help but tense up when you felt his hand on your leg. His long fingers work on your shoe laces; he looks up at you when he's done. He gives you a smile making your cheeks flare up.

“Thanks Rem Rem.” You said removing your foot from his knee. Remus doesn't move from his spot when you get closer to him. He’s too busy looking at you to notice your hand coming up to his face. He feels your fingers run through his sandy curls, something you were dying to do when he began to grow his hair out.

Before both of you could say anything, someone had cleared their throat and stood in front of them. “Excuse me.”

The older woman with a cart passed by , walking down the side walk ignoring Remus and your apologies.

That was two summers ago. You couldn't see Remus' last break since you went to cheer camp. You had written to Lily asking about him and how he was doing. You wanted to write to him. You really did but you were nervous he wouldn’t reply back. You wonder if he had a girlfriend. You didn't ask Lily about it, you were far too embarrassed. You didn't think he would ever want to be with a “Muggle.” Lily told you the term when she told you about Hogwarts and her magic. You continued to hold your stare at Remus. You couldn't look away, he looked so handsome. Lily notices your smile and your blushing face, she looks over at Remus who had a smile on his face.

“You were so eye fucking him.” One of your friends said after the routine was done and the football players started to head back to the field.

“No, I wasn’t.” You said turning around looking seriously at the field. The rest of the girls giggled before one spoke. “He got a lot of scars on his face.”

“He was in an accident.” You lied to them before looking over at your shoulder at your sister and her friends. You have only met Remus but you've heard of the rest and known their names. Your sister had told you about Remus and his wolf problem. You didn't believe it at first but you knew Lily wasn’t the type to make shit up. You were okay with it, Remus never changed, he was still the nice guy you knew and you came to term that the guy you liked became a werewolf once in a full moon. You were glad, Remus had his friends helping him during those times. You never told Remus you knew, not even that day when he so kindly knelt down to tie your shoe or when he gifted you a book.

“The guy next to him with long dark hair is pretty cute.” You just smiled at the girls gushed at your sister's friend. Lily and the Marauders stood by the parking lot of the school waiting for you to come out. James noticed how nervous Lily was as she kept looking for you over the mass of people.

“She’ll be here, dear.” James said, rubbing Lily’s back as they waited for you.

“Yeah, Lils.” Sirius said getting near her. He looks over at Remus who was looking for you as well.

“Oi! There she is.” Peter shouted out and pointed at the exit of the school. Remus watched as you walked out with a duffel bag, hanging on your shoulder as you spoke with someone. Remus smile dropped when he saw it was one of the football players. He wore a jersey with the number 6 and had his own bag over his broad shoulder. Remus can't help but notice how the player looked. The guy was taller then him, had muscles and another thing that made Remus' heart sink was the guy had no scars on his face.

He wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was your boyfriend. Cheerleaders go out with football players, that's the normal thing, Remus thought.

Lily yells your name as she waved her hands in the air. Remus saw you quickly look at them and placed a hand on the guy’s arm before running towards Lily. Remus couldn't help but smile as you threw your bag at the ground and hugged Lily. Shoving his hands in the pocket of his cardigan, he looks over at the sisters embracing each other.

“I missed you so much.” You cried in Lily’s neck. “Me too.” Lily said, pulling away to kiss your cheek.

“I brought the boys.” Lily said, looking over at her shoulder. Remus saw you smile bright at the sight of him.

“REM REM.” You called out, speed walking to Remus. Sirius and James shared a look when you wrapped your arms around Remus’ body. Remus did the same hugging you by the shoulders with both arms. Remus couldn't help but run his fingers through your hair as you looked up at him. You had taken the scrunchie out, he noticed you wore it on your wrist.

You gave Sirius and Peter a hug, greeting them. Lily introduced you to James and you immediately frowned.

“Should I kick your ass now or later?” James' mouth dropped out and was about to say something when Lily and you started to burst out in laughter.

“She told me you were a little shit.” Sirius and Peter laughed.

“How can you say that about me, Lils?” James said with a gasp not understanding it was a joke. You knew about James Potter and knew your sister liked him before she even realized it herself. You have read pages of Lily, telling you about James Potter. She wrote how ridiculous and rude he was but at the end of the letters Lily always wrote that James' hair looked cute.

“She was joking, dear.” You nodded at him as Lily gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“That's right. I'm just joking. She said far worse things.” You said making Lily shout your name. “I’m joking.” You told him before looking over at Sirius, Peter and Remus shaking your head making them laugh.

“My brother in law isn’t a little shit.” You said as you hugged James who grew red like Lily’s hair when you called him brother in law.

“Keep messing with him, Y/n. He’ll turn you into a toad.” Lily said, making you gasp then looked at James.

“Can you really do that?! Can you make me into a tiger instead?” You asked frantically as you looked at James who laughed at your enthusiasm.

“Oh my god, can you turn this guy’s hair red for me?” You asked James. “Remember, we have rules. We can’t use magic outside of the school grounds.” You sighed at her.

“That’s so dumb.” You said as Sirius walked towards you. He placed an arm over your shoulder and agreed with you.

“Wait for next year. We got you. What color tiger do you want to be?” Sirius asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. Remus watched as you smiled at Sirius before tapping your chin as you thought of an answer. You were about to answer when he heard your name being called out.

Remus watched as the same football player came running towards you. Sirius noticed Remus’ face and tugged you closer to him. He wasn’t going to let some beefy guy with a helmet who runs over people for fun get a hold of his best friend’s girl.

“Lincoln is throwing a house party to celebrate our win. Are you coming?” You looked over at Lily and looked back at him.

“Can my sisters and her friends come too?” He quickly nodded as a green jeep drove up by them.

“Yo! Evans! Are you coming to the party?!” The driver asks you. “Yeah! She is going to bring some people.” The football player told the driver.

“You guys want to come?” You turned to them. James looks over at Lily.

“You haven’t been to a house party before, Lily. This can be a good experience for you.” Peter and Sirius agreed while James waited for Lily to answer.

“Rem Rem?” You asked as you walked towards Remus.

“I guess we can stop by for a few hours.” Remus said as you grabbed a hold of his hand. Remus looks over at Lily and tilts his head at her.

“Let's go.” You let out a squeal and kiss her cheek. “Mike, can we hitch a ride with you?” You asked the driver.

“Sure thing, love. Seb, I’ll follow you.” Mike said, looking out the window at the football player.

“Alright, I’ll be back.” Seb said as Mike parked his car in front of them.

“What about dad?” Lily asked as James and Peter got inside the car. Sirius grabs your bag from the ground, throwing it in the back of the car.

“Don’t worry. I’ll call dad when we are there.” Sirius helped Lily up in the jeep car.

“One of you guys can come in the front.” Mike said as he waiting for them to get in. Sirius looks at Remus and you, both of you are still holding hands.

“Moony! Go to the back with Little Evans.” Sirius said as he walked to the passenger seat. Mike looks at Sirius who sat beside him and shut the door.

“Moony?” Mike asked as he looked over at Sirius who sat down and shut the car door. “It’s just a nickname. Name is Sirius but you can call me, Padfoot.” Sirius said as Lily told him to put on his seatbelt but Sirius was too in enthrall looking at Mike to even listen to her.

“Nice to meet you, Padfoot. I’m Mike.” Sirius leaned back in his seat when Mike got close to him. Sirius blushes when Mike got close to him. Mike had short black hair showing his pierced ears and his eyes were light brown.

“Seat belts are important.” Mike said in a soft tone as he grabbed it for Sirius. Mike gives him a smile when he clicks it, making sure it was correctly in place and leans back in his seat.

“Rem Rem, would you mind if I sit on your lap?” Remus looks over to see Lily sitting on James lap as Peter sat in the middle.

When Remus didn’t answer, you whispered to him. “It’s alright, if you mind. I can catch a ride with someone else.”

Remus still didn’t answer and with a heavy heart you were about to shut the door when he grabbed a hold of your arm.

“Yes, you can sit down. Please do.” James snorts a laugh behind Lily’s hair as Remus practically tugs you inside the car. Remus shuts the door as you settle down in his lab. He spreads his legs to make room for your legs. Remus can smell the light scent of your body spray, he’s so close to you. The car started to move and there was a bump in the road. You were about to fall forward when he wrapped his arms around your stomach, pulling you to his chest.

“You okay?” Remus asked behind you. Your cheeks grew hot when you felt his breath behind your ear.

“Yeah.” You whispered as you grabbed his arm. Your fingers began to play with the fabric of his cardigan. He feels so warm behind you. So comfortable, you feel the roughness of his jeans against your bare legs. You hear Lily and James talking to Mike about their “boarding school.”

Remus was thinking hard as he shut his eyes. He thought of vomit, James vomiting, Peter vomiting, Sirius vomiting on Peter and James. He thought of it as he felt your ass against his crotch.

“Gross thoughts. Gross thoughts.” He tells himself.

He felt you lean back and look at him. “I did miss you, Remus.” You whispered as the window of the car rolled down.

Remus looks at you and holds you close as Mike makes a left.

“I missed you too.” Remus admits. He always waited for Lily to receive your letter so he could find out how you were. He was devastated when Lily told him you were going to cheer camp last summer. He didn’t see you that summer and he felt bad for lying to Lily whenever she asked him why he had a long face.

“You know maybe next time, I can write-.” Peter's wow cuts them off when Mike parked in front of a large house.

Remus stood behind you as everyone made their way into the house. Sirius and Peter stood close as they walked inside looking at the other students on the couch, or dancing in the living room. Some where in the corner smoking while others were in the back yard playing something Remus told them was called Beer Pong.

“Holy shit! If it isn’t the captain in the flesh.” A girl came at you, hugging you. She was a bit taller and wore the same cheerleading uniform as you.

“When Seb told me you were coming. I couldn’t believe it. He went out to get more beer for you.” You tsk at her before shaking her head.

“Christina, he didn’t have too. I’m not planning on drinking. I just wanted to show my sister and her friends who just came to visit me the party.” You said looking over Lily and the guys. Peter's eyes were wide as he saw it was the blonde he was fawning over earlier. Peter thought he was going to have a stroke when the blonde introduced herself to everyone and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek.

“Please tell your sister to relax.” Christina said, looking over at Lily.

“She never comes to our house party. Our captain is a good girl but finally she is at her first party. She needs to have a drink.”

“Peter, why don’t you help her get some drinks for us.” Peter looks over at you with a face. You gave him a wink and signaled your head to Christina. It was painfully obvious that he liked her.

“Oh yes, come with me.” Christina said, holding out her hand for Peter. Everyone smiled as Peter without a single thought, grabbed a hold of her hand and let Christina drag him to the kitchen.

“She’s harmless. I swear.” You said looking over at the kitchen again.

“Is it true then?” Sirius asked with a smirk. “You’re a good girl? You never drink?”

“Of course, she is. She’s just like me.” Lily said, walking over to you making you chuckle.

You tried your best to not look Remus. A bit embarrassed that your friends had outed you and told your sister and her friends that you were a prude and a good girl who doesn’t do anything bad.

“Yo!” Remus watched the same football player you were talking come behind you.

“Christina said you’re drinking.” Lily's eyes widened at the sight of the football player towering over them. He had a case of beer over his shoulder, showing his muscles.

“Only one, Seb. By the way, this is my sister and these are her friends.” Remus felt like he needed to drink something before lashing out when he saw Seb placing a hand on your shoulder after handing them the cans of beer.

“I want you guys to meet my boyfriend. BABY!” Remus looks up from his beer at the guy. Wait boyfriend, Remus and Sirius glance at each other as Chris from earlier comes towards them with a smile.

James saw Chris come over and give a kiss to Chris before looking over at them. “You met my boyfriend, Seb.”

Remus chuckles to himself. Seb wasn't your boyfriend. Remus liked how you interacted with them. He liked seeing you smiling and talking. He didn’t know you were quite popular. He felt childish whenever he got a little bit jealous when a guy came over to talk to you. He couldn’t help it though you were so beautiful. Of course, guys are going to come up to you. He was glad that you didn’t leave them to talk to someone else. You had introduced them to practically everyone.

Lily and James were dancing while Peter and Christina were in the kitchen, getting their seventh drink of the night. Remus can’t help but smirk when he sees Sirius and Mike leaning close together against the wall. Sirius was showing Mike, his silver rings on his fingers. Remus looks away when he sees you walking back to him with two more beers. He made room for you on the couch and thanked you when you handed him one.

“Are you having a good time?” Remus looks over at you. Your cheeks were a bit flushed and your eyes were glossy, you had more than one beer. You had a smile on your face as you played with the tab of the can. Remus bumps his knee with yours.

“I am. You?” You nod at him as he takes a sip. Remus notices as a couple walking in front of you and sat across from him and you. The girl recognized you as well as the guy she was with. The girl had bright red hair while the guy had his hair neon green. The couple were from your art class, you told him. You were talking with them when you accidently placed your hand on top of his. Remus blushed when you grabbed a hold of his hand as you laughed at them.

"Did you hear them?" Remus smiles and nods at you. He haven't heard a thing, he was freaking out on inside that you were holding his hand. He didn’t let go, he didn’t want you to let go

“To be honest, I’m surprised you’re here. You’re usually reading or in the library. Always reading that weird brown book.” Remus looks up at the girl's words.

“What?” He asked and looked over at you who was blushing really hard.

“She always has this brown book. A fairytale about these four people. They are witches or something.” She said before looking over at her boyfriend.

“Yeah, what is it again? Dude is a lion and one is a snake.” Remus frowns as they continue to speak. “You looked inside of it?” Remus felt you sit up straight.

“Only for a second, we just wanted to know what it was. You're always reading it.”

“Oh shit! I remember! They were wizards and they made this school or something.” Remus' heart dropped when she said that.

You still had the book he gifted you a while back. It was a gift he had given you for your birthday. He remembered he had bought it in Hogsmeade and wrapped it in a paper bag. He remembers the face you make when he sat beside you as you open the book. It was filled with colorful photos and all information about Hogwarts and the four founding members. You had given him a kiss on the cheek when you turned a page and saw the photos were moving.

“They have an orgy at the end?” The guy asks you with a laugh and Remus notices the awkward look on your face.

“They all die.” Remus answered a bit harshly.

“I’m going out for some air.” You said quickly getting up from the couch, letting go of his hand and walking out the back door.

You didn’t realize Remus was following you. He excuses himself to your friends and follows you. He placed his beer on the kitchen counter as he went through the back door where you went. Making your way further to the backyard, you threw your beer on the ground. You sighed to yourself, you felt embarrassed and worry. You were sure that Remus was angry at you for letting someone look in the book that he had gifted you. It would be best if no one got a hold of it, he had told you and made you promise to never show it to anyone. That book was the only thing from Remus and you had carried it everywhere with you. You had read countless times front to back. You read all the stories about the houses and the professors in it. You had daydreamed about going to Hogwarts to see your sister and Remus.

Remus calls your name out when he sees you leaning against a tree. Looking over your shoulder, he saw you were going to cry. He quickly goes to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around you.

“I’m sorry. They saw the book. I know I promise you no one would look at it. Please don’t be mad at me.” Remus shakes his head as he drops his arm around you.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” You look up at a Remus with tears welled up in your eyes. Remus quickly wipe the single tear that managed to escape your eye.

“You kept the book.” Remus said as his hand cupped your cheek then slowly dropped down at your neck. His fingers touched the neckline of your uniform. You lean against him before looking down at the ground all shy.

“Of course, you gave it to me as a gift. I love it.” You didn’t say anything else when Remus brought his hand under your chin.

“It’s been years and you still read it?” You nod at him when he made you look up at him.

“Why?” He asked, looking down at your face.

“It reminds me of Lily.” Remus was going to pull away at your answer. Perhaps he thought wrong, he thinks to himself. Maybe you didn’t feel anything for him.

“I think of you too, Remus.” He comes to a halt. "I imagine what it would be like to go to school with you."

"I imagine that too." Remus admitted. "I would walk you to your classes. I'll take you to the Black Lake and to the Astronomy Tower. Then at the weekends, I'll take you out to Hogsmeade."

"I would have love that." You tell him. "Lily told me that the Astronomy Tower is usually where people go to.." You don't finish your sentence, there was no need because Remus knew. People go up there when feeling frisky.

He chuckles and rub the back of his neck avoid eye contact with you. You knew it was now or never when Remus began to stutter, trying to come up with something.

“I want to tell you something. It might seem dumb to you because I'm your best friend's little sister. I like you and before you say anything. I’m sure there are pretty witches at your school and you might have someone already but I like you, Remus. I like you a lot.” Remus felt you about to back away when he didn’t say anything.

He quickly leans down to kiss your lips, give you a peck. Sirius’ words echoed in his mind about telling you the truth.

“Remus..” You said his name softly.

“I like you too.” Remus shyly said as he pulled you into his chest.

“I like you so much that I don’t even look at the witches in school. I don’t care that you’re a muggle.” Remus said easing your insecurities.

When it was time to leave, Remus didn’t want to go. There was one last week until starting a new school year. He had begged his parents to let him stay for a few more weeks after the house party. Your relationship with him blossomed after that night. When he stayed over at the Evans, he slept on the couch. Every night he stayed, he waited up for you to quietly go down the stairs. He would bite his bottom lip to not make a noise when you straddle him to kiss him. Making out until dawn and talking in hushed whispers about his interests and yours, talking about books and movies.

When it was time to go, Lily’s father was nice enough to take me to the train station. Remus and you were behind the house away from everyone, he towered over you as he kissed you.

“Write to me. Promise me you’ll write to me.” He begs as he nuzzles into your neck.

“I will. I promise it. Once a week.” Remus shakes his head. “Everyday.” You looked at him with wide eyes and repeated it in a shocking tone.

“Your owl will get tired.” Remus shakes his head once more.

“I’ll give him treats and feed him more.” Remus said with a smile before sighing.

“I’m going to miss you.” Remus told you sadly.

“One more year and you’re out.” You whispered to him as you kissed him. You pulled away at the sound of Lily calling for him and you.

Remus wants to tell you about Moony. He really did it every time he was going to bring it out, something or someone will get in the way. He was sure that you were going to break up with him once you found out. It was crazy enough that he was a wizard but he’s a werewolf as well. Remus was deep in thought as he gave Mr. Evans his luggage so he could put it in the trunk of his car.

“Bye, Moony!” Remus' head shot up and saw you waving at him by the front door. Lily comes out behind you and waves bye at Remus.

It was a week back in school and Remus was eating breakfast when the mail started to fly in. One by one owls came flying though and dropped letters and mail to the students. Remus knew you wouldn’t write back. You knew his nickname. Moony, he was pretty sure you were smart enough to figure it out. He didn’t mention it to Lily about it. Afraid to ruin his friendship with her but he told Sirius it.

“Oh! Moony!” Sirius shouted as he watched the white envelope slowly falling down in front of Remus.

Remus looks up from his plate and stands up, reaching to grab the letter. Sirius looks over as Remus quickly opens it. Sirius can’t help but smile at the sight of his best mate looking happy as he read the letter from you.

"She knows." Remus said looking at Sirius. "And?" Sirius asked worry as Remus went back to read the letter.

"If you think being one will make me like you less. You are wrong, Remus Lupin." They shared a smile and Remus pulls out a red scrunchie from inside the envelope. Remus pulls his sleeves up so he can put it around his wrist.

Sirius turns back to his plate and raises a brow when he notices a letter next to him. Opening it up, he can’t fight the urge to smile wide when he sees it was from Mike.

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[lxndonorris]

suit fitting the honey badger - Daniel Ricciardo

Y/N x Daniel Ricciardo Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching (not too explicit, light) it's the first time Daniel is wearing his new racing suit x word count: 2180+

When your boyfriend Daniel told you about his return to Formula 1 for the remaining 2023 season, you couldn't be happier. The last few years of his career have been a rollercoaster of emotions. Even though he got along with his teammates and mechanics and was beloved by his fans, his results weren't promising. Daniel knew he was going to lose his seat sooner or later, but then his old team, Red Bull Racing, approached him, offering him a job as their reserve driver. He immediately agreed, reminiscing about his time with the bulls. Even though he was so happy, you both knew that it was going to be tough. They value competition and results above anything else, and now, sadly, one driver has to go, with Daniel able to take over the seat at Alpha Tauri. Formula 1 as a whole is a two-edged sword. One man's fortune is another's misfortune. Even though you were so happy for your boyfriend. He got another chance—another shot at living his dream among the royalty of motorsports.

Now, you're inside the Alpha Tauri Testing Center in Italy, pacing through a large room the team prepared for Daniel's suit fitting. While Daniel is getting changed behind a closed door, you cannot help but get more and more excited. You can hear him giggling inside the other room, and he's telling you things like how good it feels, how happy he is, and how it fits, but seeing it yourself is always a different story. It's always special to see him wearing that gear, and even though most people look so good in those clothes, Daniel is on a whole other level. While you're walking from one corner to the other, many different thoughts run through your mind, and you slowly get drawn into them.

Just moments ago, they handed you an enormous parcel before they left you for some privacy. The two of you were standing in front of a huge table, with a white box lying patiently on top of it. You were holding Daniel's hand as both of you looked down at the big carton, and even though you already knew what was inside, the anticipation and excitement were slowly but steadily overwhelming you. "Shall we do it then?" He smiled softly and turned his face toward you, doing the same. "Absolutely." You nod comfortingly when both of you turned your attention back to the box. "Now or never." He chuckled and removed his hand from yours to grab the lid of the carton. With a bit of a struggle due to it clinging to the box, he managed to pull it off, revealing a beautiful white and navy blue Alpha Tauri racing suit. For a while, you felt the fabric with the tips of your fingers, while Daniel did the same.

You've seen him in racing suits multiple times since his departure from actively racing in Formula 1, but this feels so different, much more important, exciting, and overwhelming. "Are we ready, Y/N?" Hearing Daniel's giggly voice echo through the room snaps you out of your thoughts, causing you to turn your attention toward the still-closed door. "I don't know." You say this, holding back a nervous chuckle while you take a few steps closer toward him. "Ah, okay then." He says this, and just by the tone of his voice, you can tell he's smiling brightly. "We're going to find out." Your heartbeat starts to race, just matched by the number of thoughts running through you again. You see the door handle move, opening the door so slowly that even more excitement is building up inside your entire body.

Just then, he comes into frame, his head peeking around the door, his eyes looking for you right away. "Hey." He says softly. "Hi.ii." Your voice breaks slightly, and your eyes wander down to his neck, spotting the collar of his suit. "Should I come out now?" He smiles even brighter, and before you can protest or say literally anything, he takes a huge step into the room, showing off his new suit. Instantly, you try to take all of him in at once. To make it even worse, Daniel strikes a pose, steadying his hands on his hips, lifting his chin, and giving you a teasing look. Exactly the look he'd give you when he is aware of how good he looks. It's different from his usual demeanor—more serious, flirty, even.

At first, you stare at his hair, loving his curls. Then, besides his beautiful face and beard, your eyes wander even further down his body. The suit flatters him perfectly. The fabric is gently but tightly encompassing his chest, shoulders, and arms, with all of him filling it beautifully. Daniel even looks a bit broader, probably because he is working out a lot to prepare for the season. Still, your eyes keep wandering down his form, enjoying every part of it. Especially the lower half of the suit is teasing you hard. The way his huge thighs are restrained by the suit, how the fabric is running along his waistline, and the way his package looks as well. He's wearing the entire thing, including his gloves and shoes. "So? How do I look?" Daniel's low voice is sending shivers down your spine. He knows the effect he has on you very well. "Dan. You look so good." You say this, unable to pull your eyes away from admiring his excellent physique. Oblivious, you don't even notice him approaching you slowly until he stands right in front of you.

Gently, he places two fingers at your chin, lifting your head just enough so your eyes meet. "I knew you'd say that." He smirks and lifts his head just slightly, giving you another piercing look. You can tell he's so excited and happy to be wearing that suit just by the fire burning inside his eyes. Being drawn into him, you lean in as he does the same. Closing your eyes once your lips meet, you immediately melt into him, steadying yourself with both hands against his firm chest. At the same time, he places his hands at your waist, securely holding you in place. You kiss him once, then twice, softly at first, when you start to stroke his chest again and again. "Mhmm." Daniel, happy with this, purrs right into your mouth again, sending shivers down your entire back. For a few seconds, you stay like this before pulling away slightly, just enough for you to still feel his warm lips lingering on yours. "That feels so good."

He licks his lips and lowers his gaze, with his eyes now slowly following every move of your hands. While you enjoy that as well, you keep on stroking him firmly before running your hands to his shoulders, along his arms, and to his hands. He embraces your hands in his and intertwines his fingers with yours. Feeling his gloves, you think back at all the times you were with him inside the paddock, after qualifying, before and after the race, congratulating him on his performance. Thinking deeply, you lower your gaze and look at his beautiful chest. He knows what you're thinking about as he leans in once again to whisper into your ear. "We're back, babe." Daniel breathes against your skin, and you feel his body closing the distance to yours. Right away, you hug him tightly, and he embraces your body again as he starts to stroke the small of your back.

Just then, the familiar wooden scent of his cologne reaches your nostrils, calming you down as well. "I'm so happy for you." You say, closing your eyes again to take this moment in fully. "Thank you." He purrs again, placing a few soft kisses all over your neck, before he pulls away for you to have another good look at his body. "That suit looks gorgeous, doesn't it?" He says, looks down at himself, and motions for you to admire him wearing that suit again. "It does!" You smile comfortingly and watch him stroking his own chest now, again and again. "Isn't it too tight, though?" He narrows his eyes, looking at his hand, now feeling his pecs, before it wanders down to his abs and waist. "Not at all." You shake your head, knowing that he enjoys a looser fit. "You look good, Dan." Placing a hand at his neck, you lean in for another kiss.

Much to his amusement, you place your hands on his chest again, stroking him firmly once more. "And I love this so much." You smirk, causing him to do the same. "Oh, I know." Daniel raises both of his eyebrows, holding back an enormous grin. Keeping eye contact, you let your hands wander even further down to his waist, crotch, and thighs, with the tips of your fingers brushing over his excitement and his desire building up inside his suit. "I love it when you show it off." Biting your lower lip, you steal another quick kiss from his lips while Daniel enjoys the special attention he's getting right now. Together, you take another look, and once you see his name and number printed on the suit, you start to trace the letters with one finger. "I missed that." You say softly and turn your face back to Daniel, who's smiling warmly. "Me too."

He says as you keep on stroking him. Then a mischievous grin spreads across his lips. "Want to see more?" He says, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Daniel…we're not at home." You shake your head teasingly, with your hands now tracing the visible outlines of the bulge inside his pants growing bigger and bigger. "You're a naughty one, Y/N. You know that?" He licks his lips, but then he tilts his head. "But I can show you something else." Smirking, he reaches for his collar, unbuttoning it easily. "Oh?" You say, your eyes now at his neck, when he unzips the upper half of that beautiful suit. Daniel reluctantly takes a step back to get out of his suit. While enjoying him slowly undressing, you start stroking your own chest mindlessly. Just the glimpse of his tight fireproofs sparks a new wave of excitement rushing through every fiber of his body, but once he manages to slip out of his sleeves, you press your lips together, trying your best to hold back a gigantic smirk. As the upper half of his suit, the sleeves, are now hanging down his waist casually, he instantly strokes his chest again.

The fabric of his fireproofs clings to his skin, encircling his strong physique easily, even though all of his muscles are already testing its limits. "Fuck. So tight." Daniel holds back, but a soft moan escapes his lips as his eyes follow every move of his hands. He then looks back at you with an enormous grin spreading across his entire face. "What do you think?" Shaking your head, you approach him, placing your hands right at his tits, squeezing them lovingly. "I hate this." You hiss, kissing him again, while he bites your lower lip teasingly. "I know you love this." He hisses back at you, and you let your hands encompass his entire upper body again. It feels even better, with you loving how all of him is reacting to your slightest touch. Daniel enjoys you basically worshipping his form, and he lifts his chin again, his eyes telling you, that he wants you, right here, right now. Slowly shaking your head to tell him no, you run your fingers along his shoulders, and arms, as he starts to flex his biceps even harder. You feel him, and smirk.

"You're unbelievable, Daniel." You pout shortly and pat his chest, before running your hands down his body, with your fingers brushing over his erect nipples, through the visible outlines of his abs, and back to his crotch, with his desire still growing more and more. "You love me for that." He moans deeply and leans in for another passionate kiss, but then, there is a knock on the door on the other side of the room. "Fuuck." Daniel giggles, just remembering exactly where you are right now.

The door opens, and a few people come inside, and all of them smile at the sight of him wearing his suit. "How does it feel, Daniel?" A woman says, causing Daniel to blush slightly. "It feels… uh, it feels good." He says, exchanging a quick glance with you before he turns his body towards his new team. "Do you need help putting it on?" A man says, motioning for him to help with the upper half of his suit. "Oh…sure?" Daniel shrugs as the man helps him into the suit. Quickly, he closes the zipper and collar, hiding the excitement building up across his entire body. "Thank you." He says while you cannot help but giggle underneath your breath. All of them admire the suit, and you talk for a while before it's time for some interviews.

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[runningmunson]

Hii!! If requests are open could I get an aemond and reader fic where theyre in an arranged marriage and she loves him but doesn't think he loves her back and she gets insecure bcs of what the people at court are saying?? happy ending and a love confession please! Thanks💕

The Life You Dreamed

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: insecurities?, angst to fluff

Masterlist

Falling in love with Aemond was as easy as breathing. He was a gentleman, strong, intelligent, and handsome. Everything you could want in a husband, he possessed. So no, falling for him wasn’t hard.

Continuing to love him, however, was like breathing in the cold morning air- difficult and painful. You could feel your chest tighten every time he resisted your attempts to show him how you loved him. Whether it was the many times he pulled his hand away from yours or when you begged him to join you at night only to wake as the sun rose to find he never went to bed with you. He could be gentle and kind one day, then distant and harsh the next. 

Just like your lungs so desperately craved air, you crave to feel Aemond’s love. 

It was one of those latter days where he would perform his duty the way he was taught but show no real care towards you. He escorted you, arms linked, into the hall where the royal family was celebrating the name day of Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Your chair was pulled out, and his hand led you to sit next to his mother. Short pleasantries were made before the food was served.

Not long after, the music and dancing commenced. Alicent made her way around to greet all the Lords and Ladies who came to celebrate. Aegon, who was already drunk before the event started, had surprisingly dragged Helaena to the dance floor. That left you and your husband alone at the table. He had barely even said more than a few words to you since you got there. You had hoped he would ask you to dance, but you were not so lucky. 

You felt the disappointment creep in as you watched the happy faces of those dancing in front of you. How you only wished to feel Aemond’s arms around you as you danced around the room, to have a taste of the joy these people must have felt. 

You were drawn out of your thoughts to find Lord Tully standing in front of you. You figured he was there to talk to Aemond but left shocked when he held his hand out and asked for you to dance. You turned your head to see Aemond’s reaction and saw nothing but his typical neutral exterior, so you stood and walked around the table to accept his request. 

“I would be happy to dance with you, Lord Tully,” you smiled brightly at him. He led you to the dance floor and placed one hand on your waist while the other grabbed your hand. You spun around the room together, laughing at one another's jokes and enjoying each other's company. 

It wasn’t often that a man seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say, so you tried to take advantage of the moment. However, it was hard to ignore the harsh stare of Aemond. If he didn’t like it, then he should have just asked me to dance, you thought.

After a few dances, you grew tired. “I think I am going to sit this one out and grab a drink.” 

You walked toward a table that housed the wine and poured yourself a drink. There was a small group of ladies not far from the table. You could hear bits and pieces of their conversation.

“I heard someone spotted the prince leaving a brothel the other night yet again,” Lady Tyrell spoke. This piqued your interest, knowing you liked to hear occasional gossip of the people in the courts. You figured they must be talking about Aegon. It was common knowledge that your brother, by marriage, was not faithful to his wife and often sought comfort in wine and women.

“Maybe that is why her belly has yet to swell with child despite them being wed for some time. The poor girl can't possibly satisfy a real man such as himself,” Lady Tyrell continued, causing the other ladies to giggle. 

You were confused at first. Aegon already had children with Helaena, so the only other prince is Aemond. Tears began to form in the corner of your eyes when you realized they were talking about you and your husband. Why would Aemond be visiting a brothel? You no longer felt well and wanted to leave.

Your eyes searched the room for Alicent and found her with Aemond, who was still at the head table. Your feet carried you over there as you tried to force your tears away. “Your grace, I am not feeling well and wish to retire for the night.”

“Of course, dear. I hope you feel well soon,” she pulled you into a hug.

“I shall accompany you then,” Aemond said and stood from his seat.

You shook your head, “That is not necessary, my prince. I do not wish to take you away from your niece and nephew’s party. My handmaiden will attend to me.”

Aemond raised his brow when you called him my prince. You haven't called him that since before you were wed after he requested you call him by his name. He took notice of your shining eyes in the candlelight and your withdrawn posture and knew something was wrong. 

“I would still like to accompany you. If we may be excused, mother?” Aemond stood firm, almost begging you to challenge him. You gave in and bowed your head to the queen. He offered you his arm, but you turned away from him and made your way to your chambers, knowing he followed not far behind. 

Aemond closed the door once you made it inside. You paced nervously, afraid to confront him about what you heard. He spoke up, “What troubles you?”

“Have you been visiting brothels?” you asked bluntly.

“What?”

“I overheard Lady Tyrell say people have witnessed you leave a brothel. She figures that is why I have yet to bear your children, that you visit those horrible places because I cannot satisfy you,” you could feel your throat tighten as a sob threatened to come out. 

Aemond stormed over to you, “That is rich coming from Lady Tyrell, seeing as her Lord husband has fathered several bastard children. And no, I have not been visiting brothels. I have been with no other woman but you since we wed. I am not my brother and truly offended that you think so lowly of me.”

“Then why do we not have children yet? Why do you refuse to bed me most of the time? There has to be some logic for all of this!” you cried out.

“I do not believe this to be the true reason you are upset. What else troubles you so much that you falsely accuse me of something so vile?” Aemond was beginning to get angry at this point. He did not like when his integrity was questioned. 

“I mourn, Aemond! I mourn for the life I wish to have,” you said but didn’t look at him. Your red-rimmed eyes were faced toward the window. 

“You mean a life without me as your lord Husband?” Aemond stared at you with a clenched jaw, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. 

You shook your head, “I think you are mistaken. I mourn for the life I wish to have with you.”

“What do you mean by that?” He questioned.

“Aemond, I desire nothing more than to have a happy and loving marriage with you. I don’t want to question whether I am the only woman you share your bed with. I want to have your children together and grow old with you. It has been difficult for me to come to terms with the fact that it will never happen,” you sighed. Tears flowed free and landed on your cheeks as you let the pain crush your heart once more. 

“Why- why would you desire that with me?” Aemond stared at you in shock. He couldn’t believe you possibly wanted a real life with him. You turned to face him. 

You walked over to him and placed your hand on his face, slowly running your thumb down his cheek, “I love you, Aemond. I do not know why it is such a surprise that someone other than your family by blood could ever love you. I know I do not have your love, but that is a burden I have to carry alone.” 

“Oh, my sweet wife. The only one who is mistaken is you. I have all but yearned to hear these words from your lips, for you to say you feel the way I do,” Aemond felt his anger fade, and relief flooded his body. 

“You love me?”

“Yes, I love you. I have from the moment I laid my eyes upon you,” he took hold of your hands.

“But why can you be so cold sometimes? Why is it so hard for you to show me you love me like I have been trying to do to you?” you questioned, wanting nothing more but to understand him.

“I do not know how to show love. I’ve never had an example of what true love should look like and only ever known how my parents treated each other and me and my siblings. But truly, it is no fault but my own, and I am sorry for how I acted. I am so sorry that you have had to question my love for you,” his face turned into a frown, embarrassed at his actions.

He continued, “I want nothing more than the life you dream for us. I want days spent in bed making love to you. I want to dance the night away with you. I want a family with you, to watch our children grow up and have children of their own. I want to spend every day loving you as we grow old together.”

You couldn’t help but cry at his admission, knowing you prayed to the gods every night for this moment. “Do you promise?”

“I swear on my life that I will give you everything you have ever wanted as long as I am by your side,” he wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer, placing his lips on yours. You spent the night dreaming of the rest of your life together. 

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Happy // Eddie Munson

Request: Please can I request fluffy Eddie Munson x reader with the prompts “I love seeing you smile. your face just gets so bright and your eyes crinkle, plus your dimples are super adorable.” + “ and right now, i think you should kiss me. “ thank you so much!! 🖤 - anon

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting, I loved this one! This is my first Eddie Munson fic so I’m still getting to grips with his character. I hope it’s okay, and I hope I’ve done it justice!

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, cute, kissing, Eddie is happy so I am happy, mentions of food.

Word count: 1.5k

He could only be described as magnetic. He had a way of drawing people to him, whether they wanted to be, or not. The way he strung sentences together, weaving words so magically that it left your head spinning by the time he’d finished one of his famous monologues.

There were many sides to Eddie Munson. There was the side that was dedicated to Dungeons and Dragons; meticulously planning his campaigns, making sure that every detail was perfect. There was the side of Eddie that was wholly enraptured by his band; his dreams of playing the Garden so far only in his head, but desperate to become a reality. There was also the side of Eddie that let himself be drawn into the criticisms of other groups: the basketball team, and partiers. He takes their criticisms to heart, bristling with every harsh word thrown in his direction, but he knew, deep down, that their words only reached skin deep.

Then there was the side of Eddie that was reserved especially for you.

This side of Eddie was softer. He was calmer, less prone to ranting and ravings. He would sit beside you quietly, happy to simply be in your company rather than making a spectacle of himself in the cafeteria. This side of Eddie did whatever he could to get you to laugh for your laughter had quickly become his favourite sound in the whole world after hearing it once. This side of Eddie felt like he had a future.

The Hellfire Club was one of the places that Eddie could be himself. The members being people he’s known for years; he can relax and not think about the pressures currently weighing down on his shoulders.

As Eddie gestures wildly about something with Dustin, a smile breaks out across his face. It’s one you’ve seen a thousand times before, but it’s how it transforms Eddie that gets you. He appears younger, less stressed. His dimples make an appearance, and you know that whatever he’s talking about, he feels truly passionate.

Watching them both, a feeling begins to stir in your chest. Warmth blossoming there before spreading through your whole body; a sense of disbelief washes over you as you continue to watch Eddie and Dustin chat. Disbelief over how the two of you found each other; how Eddie fits you in every which way possible, leaving no room for doubt that your future would involve him in one form or another.  

It’s the smile on your face that captures Eddie’s attention. The way your face brightens with it; eyes crinkling at the corners as the full force of your happiness seems to shine from every one of your pores. A blinding smile; a smile simply for him.

“What?” Eddie wonders, settling beside you, all of his attention now focused solely on you. His eyes rake your face, wondering what could have brought such a smile out from hibernation.

“Nothing,” You reply, smiling back

“Come on,” He pleads, flashing you a winning smile as the softer side of him starts to come out to play. “What are you thinking?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Promise?” Eddie murmurs, holding up his pinkie finger on his right hand.

Wrapping your own pinkie finger around his, you seal the deal. A satisfied smile crosses Eddie’s face as he keeps your fingers twined together for a moment longer, just long enough for him to press a sneaky kiss to the tip of your pinkie before letting the promise drop.

At the sound of the bell, Eddie reaches for you once more. His hand wrapping around yours as he walks with you to your next class; hands clasped, your pinkies burn with the promise of later.

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Eddie never gave much thought to his home as he was growing up. By the time he hit high school, he had grown used to the fact that he was living in a trailer park, seeing it as no different from living in a three bedroomed detached all the way out in the suburbs.

However, the first time he brought you home, Eddie felt the first flickers of embarrassment for where he lives. Truthfully, he shouldn’t have given it a second thought. You enjoyed spending time at his home, lazing in his room, listening to him practise on his guitar or helping him with his homework.

Eddie’s home was so far removed from the centre of Hawkins that you felt the pressure tightening your chest relieve itself a little every single time you spied the trailer park come into view.

A draw of clean t-shirts was always waiting for you to pick through, loving nothing more than wearing one of Eddie’s shirts after a day in school. Even though it’s been almost a year, Eddie still takes pause at the sight of you in his clothes. A lovelier sight could not exist to him.

With a huff, you fall back onto Eddie’s bed, stretching out as wide as you can, taking up all the room in the bed. Eddie watches you with an amused smile; he leans against his dresser, entirely caught up in how lovely you look.

“Lay with me,” You coax, pulling him away from any and all obligations for the evening.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Eddie smiles, flopping onto the bed and on top of you.

“I said with me!” You cry, laughter spilling from your lips. “Not on me!”

Eddie hums in amusement. His hands taking hold of your waist as he rolls onto his back, bringing you with him. In this position, your seated across his hips, straddling him. You grin down at the brunette before leaning down, pressing a trail of kisses from the corner of his mouth to the highpoint of his left cheek.

Eddie’s hands remain firm on your waist, squeezing once. “Want to tell me what you were thinking earlier?” He murmurs, turning his face ever so slightly to face you.

Your cheeks begin to warm. “You’re going to think it’s nerdy,” You whisper, tucking your face into his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

“Me!” Eddie gasps, humour bright in his voice. “Never.”

“I just…” You sigh, sitting up, “I love seeing you smile. Your face just gets so bright, and your eyes crinkle plus your dimples are super adorable.”

Eddie blinks at the unexpected compliment, not truly knowing how to respond to such loving words. He can feel the heat grow in his cheeks; a blush spreading. It didn’t matter how long the two of you had been together, Eddie could never grow used to how wholly you loved him.

He remains silent as he shifts once more, moving so he’s sat up with you in his lap, still straddling his hips. Your words repeat in his mind; circling his brain until they’re as permanent as the tattoos that are dotted about his body.

“I told you it was nerdy.” You cover your face with your hands, letting out a long groan of suffering.

Eddie snorts, reaching for your hands and pulling them away from your face. “There you are,” He murmurs, kissing the highpoint of your cheek. “I was beginning to wonder where you’d gone.”

“Let me disappear,” You moan dramatically, pressing your face into Eddie’s shoulder.

A laugh escapes Eddie though he tries his best to quash the rest of it. “I’d be pretty sad if you did that, sweetheart,” He murmurs, nudging his nose into your hair, inhaling the all-too familiar scent of your shampoo.

“It’s…” You take a deep breath before continuing, “I was watching you at lunch today and you were talking to Dustin. About what, I don’t know. But all of a sudden, you smiled this certain type of smile that I love, and I could see how happy you were, and it made me happy. That’s why I was smiling at lunch.”

“Oh,” Eddie whispers, “I like seeing you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

Now facing each other, your noses brush. A small smile crosses Eddie’s face as he nudges your nose with his once more. “I do?” He questions, brushing the lightest of kisses across your lips.

“Yes,” You breath, resisting the urge to chase him for the kiss you were becoming desperate for.

“How?”

You quash the urge to pout. Instead, giving in to Eddie’s request. “You make me happy in so many ways. For starters, you make me happy when you save me the crunchiest fries on your plate. You make me happy when I catch you waiting outside of class for me. You make me happy when I see you be yourself around your friends. You make me happy when I can tell you’ve lost yourself in your music. But most of all,” You pause, leaning in.

Eddie hums, wanting you to continue. “Most of all?”

“Most of all, you make me happy when you kiss me. And right now, I think you should kiss me.”

Who was Eddie to deny such a request?

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Teddy Lupin Appreciation Reclist

I hope everyone’s already read my gorgeous gift Wield Me by @tackytigerfic because that fic finally inspired me to finish and post this rec list! I’ve been a big Teddy fan since his name came up in the books; thanks to @lqtraintracks I was lucky to get introduced to and fall in love with Harry/Teddy many years ago. Sometimes it’s hard to read them together with other ships because just like Peter Parker, Teddy holds a very special place in my heart and I just want him to be happy and loved 🥹 so to celebrate my long-standing love for this character - which was boosted a hundred times by Tacky’s gift, I thought I’d share my favorite Teddys - both in romantic and platonic relationships - in fic. btw if anyone wants to start a Teddy centric fest let me know!

🏍️ Coming Up for Air by @lqtraintracks (Hardy, M, 2k)

I could have died of it, your tenderness toward me. Instead I decided to live.

🍑 Five Years Since Bimbleswats by tryslora (Tedrarry, E, 4k)

It’s been five years since Bimbleswats, and Draco thinks that is definitely something worth celebrating.

💦 Waiting Under Vain by supergrover24 (Hardy, E, 5k)

Teddy wants to know how sex really should be. Harry can't resist, no matter how much he tries.

🥩 The Lies We Live With by @bixgirl1 (Jeddy, E, 5k)

It doesn’t really count… is almost always followed by a lie, James learns, growing up.

🎨 Surface Texture by @the-starryknight (Hardy, E, 5k)

I've drawn a hundred portraits, but none quite like Harry's. In the early hours of the morning, I lay him bare in charcoal and paper.

👠 When It Alteration Finds by @lqtraintracks (Hardy, E, 7k)

Teddy thinks this is the way to finally get what he wants. But there is more than one way to Harry's heart.

🧁 Holding Out for A Hero by @writcraft (Hardy, E, 7k)

Even as he says no, Harry’s hands push into Teddy’s hair. Even as he protests, his lips connect with Teddy’s. Before Teddy can offer any reassurance his heart’s thumping wildly in his chest and Harry Potter’s kissing him as if there’s no tomorrow.

🐉 On the Same Side by rillalicious (Teddy/Charlie, M, 7.5k)

Teddy is heading to Romania to protest a proposed anti-dragon law. He finds an interesting ally there.

🧅 Shut Up and Kiss Me by @unmistakablyoatmeal (Hardy, E, 8k)

There's a reason Harry walks an extra ten blocks to go to the shops and it has nothing to do with onions. AU.

🪞 Portrait of a Young Girl by @thusspoketrish (Drarry, M, 8.6k)

Recently married, Harry and Draco are tasked with raising a four-year old Teddy, whose emerging gender identity brings up an array of questions, fears, and revelations for them when they realise that Teddy might be transgender.

⚔️ Wield Me by @tackytigerfic (Drarry + hints at Tedrarry, E, 10k)

Draco Malfoy, blacksmith, is renowned through the magical world for his skill and exquisite creations. He could quite easily spend the rest of his days making pretty trinkets for the fae court, and being handsomely rewarded for the privilege. But why take the easy route when instead he could get involved in a dangerous mission with Unspeakable Harry Potter (who also happens to be Draco's... well, he's something, isn't he?). A little story about learning to strike while the iron is hot.

🦆 Hallo Spaceboy by @shiftylinguini (Jeddy, T, 10k)

Or: James kissed Teddy last night. This may or may not be the end of the world.

🧹 Overexposed by @nv-md (Tedrarry, E, 10k)

Teddy never expected to become a model for Nimbus, and he definitely didn't expect any of the adverts to catch Harry and Draco's attention. But now that it's happened, Teddy can't deny he gets a thrill every time he catches Harry and Draco staring, and he's going to do everything he can to keep their eyes on him.

🎸 like the lost lyrics of a song suddenly remembered by @lqtraintracks (Teddy/Bill + Jeddy, E, 11k)

Teddy Lupin, aging rockstar, is making a comeback after his life and career were nearly ruined by an illegal potions habit. Everyone's out to support him tonight. Including the man he's always tried so hard not to love -- as well as the man he's always turned to instead.

⛺️ Good Intent by @maesterchill (Jeddy + past Hardy, E, 12k)

It all starts on the camping trip when James gets his dick out in the tent.

🎾 Game, Set, Match by @writcraft (Hardy, E, 13k)

Teddy is smitten, Harry is lonely and tennis seems like a great way to avoid dealing with this thing between them.

🤝 Team Players by @shiftylinguini (Jeddy + James/Oliver, E, 15k)

Everyone has that one celebrity they’d move heaven and earth to get between their legs, and James Potter is no exception. He just never anticipated that number one on his Freebie List would end up in the same room as him, let alone would make the first move. But lucky for James, Teddy is a team player―well, he probably is, especially with what James is suggesting.

🍨 The Strongest Affinity by eidheann (Drarry, T, 17k)

Trouble finding a wand for Scorpius leads Harry and Draco to something they never imagined.

🦋 Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (Drarry, T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

🌳 By the Grace by lettered (Drarry, T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

#teddy lupin my beloved #hp rare pairs

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Lovely

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Charles Leclerc had always been a man of precision, of perfection. As a Formula One driver, he knew that every decision, every move, every millisecond counted towards the ultimate goal of crossing the finish line first. He knew that every move, intentional or not, was going to be part of the final result of the weekend. He needed to be perfect, making a perfect show and showing all the skills to prove that he's worthy.

But off the track, he was much more reserved, much less impulsive. The way he laughed and he smiled showed how calm he was. The way he walked around showed that he doesn't have to need to be at a place immediately. His life out of the car was calm, slow. He has the control.

He's not the one that make big plans, usually prefers to help making them. He wasn't the type to approach strangers at a bar and strike up a conversation. It was something unnecessary, knowing that somehow that will make him anxious because he hated not knowing what will happen next.

That was until one fateful night in Monaco.

It had been a long week of training and meetings, and Charles was looking forward to letting loose with some friends at one of Monaco's popular nightspots, hoping that his mind and body relaxed once he sat on a chair.

He arrived at the bar, ordered a glass of one of their famous local non-alcoholic drinks, and took a seat at one of the high tables. His friends were nowhere to be seen yet, so he decided to people-watch for a while.

His eyes scanned every inch of the bar, looking at that group of friends that talked about their week, or at that couple that argued that movie they should watch once they arrived to their shared apartment. Many different people there, all of them having someone to talk to.

And then he noticed her.

She was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of wine, and staring into the distance, sometimes looking down at the glass and admiring the dark red color of her drink. There was something about her that caught Charles' eye. Maybe it was the way she sat there, alone and with no one next to her, a smile on her lips while she drank a small sip of that grape based drink and leave a soft satisfied sigh escape her red lips afterwards.

Without noticing, his legs took control of his body, deciding to get out of that high chair and walk over her.

"Excuse me" he heard himself talk, trying to sound casual and not nervous. "Mind if I join you?"

The woman in front of him looked up, surprised, but nodded with a soft smile while she left the glass on the table. "Uh... Sure"

He smiled and sat next to her on the empty chair beside her. Even closer she looks more beautiful that he imagined. Those earrings that danced everytime she moved her had softly, made him smile. The small necklace that adorned her neck made a fire burn his chest.

They started talking, and before Charles knew it, they had been chatting for over three hours. He doesn't know if his friends arrived to the bar, not like he cares anymore. They talked about everything from travel to music to their shared love of good food.

Charles found himself completely drawn in by her warmth and intelligence, and he was thrilled when she seemed just as interested in him, giggling with everything he told her and nodding when they agreed on something. It was like if he knew her for long time ago, the confidence of talking with her about everything made him be comfortable and not know how many hours they spent talking.

But as the night wore on, Charles started to feel a growing sense of anxiety. He didn't know how to ask for her number, or even if he should. What if she wasn't interested? What if she was married, or had a boyfriend? What if the reason she was at the bar was because she was waiting for her partner and the fact that they have been talking for hours gave her problems? He didn't want to ruin the mood of the night, how easy it was talking with her.

Eventually he looked down at his watch, raising his eyebrows surprised.

"Oh God, it's 3:15 am" he gasped, making her chuckle.

"You have to work tomorrow?" she asked softly, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Well, kinda" he sighed. He has to do some online interviews, and even if that was at his home, he has to show up.

"Oh, then... Good night" she nodded.

Both of them got up from their chairs and walked to the door of the bar, but walking on separated ways. That left him with a weird feeling inside his chest, that grew with every step he made while he walked towards his car, growing into frustration and into anger.

Why the hell he didn't ask for her name? Or for her number? Is she from Monaco? Will he ever see her again? He should have asked if she was waiting for someone...

All those thought were running around his mind as he walked over his steps, going the other way to his car and trying to find her on the street.

And when he found her again, he breathed in deeply, closing his eyes and clenched his fists, hoping that he had enough courage to let his voice work.

"Why you didn't ask me my name?" he blurted, feeling the words chocking him.

She turned around with a smile on her lips that reached her eyes, and walked close to him, standing just a meter away.

"Why you didn't ask me mine?" she asked back, biting her lip.

"I'm Charles" he said quickly, looking down at her.

"I'm Cora " she said smiling, looking into his green-ish eyes.

"Give me you number" he asked, somehow anxious. Maybe she has a boyfriend and he's taking a step too big. "I had fun with you and I would love to know more about you"

"Sure" she smiled nodding, relieved that he asked her the only question she wished he asked during that three hours chat. "Give me your phone"

He felt the air leaving his lungs when she smiled while writing the digits of her phone number on his phone. She pressed the call button and after some seconds he gave him the phone back.

"I'll text you when I arrive home" she said and bite her lips, standing on her toes and kissing his cheek softly.

He stood there frozen, looking that blonde woman walked away from him, taking his breath away and with her phone number saved on his phone.

Not long after that, when he was already sitting on his car parked on the garage if his apartment building, he heard a notification on his phone, making the screen shine with a text on it.

Cora: I'm home. Thank you for this amazing night, Charles

His smile grew wide and felt how his lungs had air again, making him sigh happy and satisfied.

Charles: let's do it again. Are you free next Friday?

Days went by and be planned everything for that date, one she surprisingly agreed to have. He made sure his schedule was clear, his car was washed that morning and the restaurant he reserved had that table on the balcony free. On his way to her house he bought her a flower bouquet with a mix of all the flowers she liked, something he remembered when they talked about it not long ago.

It was perfect. He has the control again. But when he saw her opening the front door of her house, he felt the air leaving his lungs again.

She looked absolutely gorgeous, with that dress that hugged her curves and those earrings that hypnotized him before. Her shy smiled made his legs feel like jelly and he had to blink a few times, making sure that what stood in front of him was real.

"You look absolutely beautiful" he said with a breathless smile.

The date was a dream, she is a dream for him. It was like if his angels -Jules, his dad and Anthoine- brought her to him to ease the pain of their absence. And because he thought like that, he needed to keep her on his life, no matter what.

They started to talk more and more. She told her about herself, that she's a musician that works on a music school teaching kids, but her dream is sing on big theaters her favourite operas. He told her who he is, they he's a driver of Ferrari, that he travels a lot and is barely at home.

But she didn't care. For the first time, someone didn't care that he travels a lot all weeks, that he's barely in Monaco.

"You have my number and I have yours" she said smiling, shrugging her shoulders while eating the brownie they shared for dessert. "If you want to talk with me you just can text me. I have time for you"

She has time for him. That's the best thing so.eone told him.

So he did text her. When he landed, when he arrived ti the hotel, when he saw something that reminded him of her. When he ended his first practice to answer her support message, when he told her he got pole position and explained it what that meant. When he was feeling nervous about the race and needed to hear her voice.

They texted and texted, talking about everything and nothing. He liked that,she liked that. Both of them started liking their dynamic, but somehow both craved for that to become more.

She called him to invite him to a recital her students will have next week, asking him to go to support her. He answered quickly and cutted her rambling, knowing that she was nervous becase that was the first time he will get into her world.

"Hey, it's okay" he smiled. "I'll go. Just tell me when and where and I'll be there to be the person that cheers the most, okay?"

And indeed, he showed up there, with a flower bouquet for her and a box with snacks for her students. The moment the kids saw him they gasped, nit understanding why the famous Charles Leclerc walked inside the classroom with flowers for their teacher. Both of them were like the duck mom and the duck dad, him helping her with the organization with the kids, and giving them high fives before and after their performance.

"Thank you" she smiled looking at him, wrapping her arms around his waist while they watched the last kid play a small piano music song. "For coming and helping me"

"Be my girlfriend" he whispered looking at her, feeling that it was the right time to ask her

And like that, with the sweet melody of the piano on the background, she pressed her lips on his on a soft kiss, the first one of many.

They were together, happier than ever. He supported her job and she supported his, making sure to show interest on their projects and helped each other with their problems.

He helped her study something new while he played the piano and she sang next to him, feeling confident enough to show him how was her process of discovering a new song and trying to dominate it.

"I'm sorry if I sound like a chicken being killed" she sighed hitting her head softly with the paper score on her hands. "Sometimes I hate this process"

"Well, then you are the most beautiful dead chicken I've ever seen" Charles smirked, hugging her shoulders and kissing her temple. "Come on, let's repeat it, I started to understand what the score was saying"

She started going to his races six months after they started dating officially, receiving the attention of curious fans that wanted to know who was the girlfriend of the Ferrari driver, the woman that made him smile every time he stood on a podium searching on the crowd for her.

After three years together and knowing that what they had was something serious, they decided to search an apartment for both of them. It started as something to do during their free time, commenting that place and adding small "what if..." to their conversations.

"Let's move in together" he said an afternoon, with his laptop on the desk and her sitting on the couch behind him.

"Hm?" she frowned surprised.

"Let's buy that apartment" he said turning around. "The one you liked. The one where you can see the sea and has a balcony with enough space to put a tableto have breakfast every morning. No more what if"

She smiled and nod, and they immediately started to do a list of what they had and what they needed.

Their love was growing and they needed somewhere were they can share their love. No more taking turns of where to sleep, no more small spaces on the closet to fit the clothes, no more exchange of keys. Now they can share everything.

"I can't believe we did this" she said standing in the middle of their new apartment, holding his hand while watching all the furniture inside boxes and clothes on suitcases.

"Now we can adopt that puppy?" he smirked hugging her.

"Slow down, cowboy" she laughed. "First we should get used to the place"

In fact, a month later they adopted a puppy. A small golden retriever puppy that captured their heart the moment they went to the shelter.

"I can't believe they abandoned this little guy" she mumbled holding their new puppy. "We will protect you, okay buddy? You'll have a lot of friends, yeah?"

"I bet Roscoe and Angie will go crazy to meet him" Charles joked holding the bag with the things the dog needed. "Our Enzo will stole the heart of everyone on the paddock"

It was like if they had a kid, and somehow something started to blossom on their relationship. They loved each other more and more, and even if everyone saw how their relationship changed to something bigger, they never had the rush to take the next step.

He won races, championships. She won competitions and got smalls roles on operas. They bad everything they wanted, yet they never had enough.

But that changed when he had that crash.

It was the race before the summer break, Hungary. Cora was on the hospitality with an already year old Enzo laying on her feet, watching the race in silence. Charles was leading the race, but fighting with Max for the lead. It wasn't hard, he had enough power and speed to keep the gap.

"Come on, love..." she whispered, biting her lip and tapping the table softly.

Everything was going great. He was getting a bigger gap from the RedBull and the next second he was spinning and having a collision with that blue navy car.

"Oh my God!" she gasped just like the rest of the people watching the race.

He was unconscious just like Max, and both of them were sent to the hospital urgently, waking up some hours later. Charles had a hard hit on his head, so he barely remember led what happened.

"Hey, hey, take it slow" Cora whispered standing up quickly, helping him sit and handing him the water.

"What happened?" he frowned looking at her then at his hand, the IV and the small oximeter on his finger. "My head..."

"You gave us a big scare" she smiled weakly sitting at the edge of the bed, holding his hand. "I... I thought I was going to lose you..."

Charles looked at her and felt his heart break. When he woke up he didn't notice the dried tears on her cheeks and how puffy and red were her blue eyes. He was at the edge of dying, just how in many other races, but nearly crossed that line during the race.

Now he remembers how his life flashed in front of his eyes the moment he felt the car out of control, how he heard her laugh and the giggles of kids, how he felt her lips on his cheek and the way she whispered that she loves him every night before falling asleep in his arms.

That crash made him open his eyes, made him realize that it's too late to take a step back and the right moment to take the next step.

"What should we do?" he asked one night, laying on the bed with her between his arms.

"Hm? For your winter break?" she asked back softly, a little sleepy. "I thought we planned going on a trip with my family? I mean, my sister told me you talked with her..."

"No, I don't mean that" he said sitting on the bed, looking down at her. "I mean... Us. We have everything, right? The apartment of our dreams, we have Enzo, our careers are were we wanted them to be..."

"Marry me" she said sitting in front of him.

"What?" he gasped, surprised that she was reading his mind.

"Come on, we are on the 21st century. Girls can ask that too" she chuckled holding his hand. "The thing we should do us get married. I mean... At least that's what I feel that we would do, the next step, you know? And maybe talk about kids and-"

"Yes" he smiled grabbing her hands, stopping her talking. "God, yes! You were reading my mind"

"Wait, really?" she smiled surprised, frowning when she saw him getting out of the bed and walking towards the closet to grab the small red velvet box.

"Really" he nodded kneeling in front of her with one knee. "I have been thinking about it for a while, actually. Since the crash I had in Hungary..."

"Charles..." she smiled looking at the ring.

"No, no. I had everything practiced, the speech and all" he interrupted her, making her laugh with tears in her eyes. "Cora, I know you for four years already and you know how I am. The moment we met was something special that only happens once in my life. I'll never get mad to my friends for leaving me one in that bar because thanks to that I met you and that day became one of my favorites. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to see you on a dress and walk next to your dad towards me, I want you to have my last name and I want our kids to share it too. God, Cora, you are the guardian angel they brought for me"

Cora smiled, cupping his cheek and wiping away his tears. She knows how he's feeling, not having his dad and best friends with him.

"Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" he asked with a breathless chuckle.

"Yes, I will" she smiled holding his hand and pulling him to a tender kiss. "But if someone asks I was the first to ask you to marry me, you just had the luck to have a ring already"

"Deal" he laughed, kissing her again and again.

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Built For Love Part 1 (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

A/N: So this is the official series for MBJ x Charlotte (Famous Black OC) - this will include random moments in their relationship to see how they got to where they are… and I'll do random one-shots like I've been doing in between. Hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 3k

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“Aye yo, Els! Charlotte!” 

Charlotte whipped around as she walked toward her car on set, finding Michael jogging up to her. The neutral expression on her face curled into a bright smile as he approached her. 

“Did you just call me Els?” She raised her eyebrow. She really only went by one nickname in her life: Charlie and that was reserved for family and friends. She certainly never went by her dreaded middle name, Elsbeth. She despised it, a gift from her absentee mother - whoever met a black girl named Elsbeth? Or any girl for that matter? 

“Yea… your middle name is Elsbeth right? Els for short?” 

She chuckled. “How’d you know that though? And what if I don’t like nicknames?” 

He shrugged and winked at her, causing her to blush a bit. “I’d never reveal my sources. And well… I figured you might make an exception for me?” 

Despite the look of faux annoyance on her face, she could not deny that the nickname had a certain allure on his lips. Well… a lot of things did if you asked her. 

She laughed, playing along with their flirtatious banter for a moment. “Yea… maybe. I might need some more convincing though, Mr. Jordan.” 

“Well let me start now. Let me take you to dinner? A congrats on finishing a long week on set.” 

Charlotte immediately shook her head, laughing nervously. “Thank you but I probably shouldn’t? Need to head home and start reviewing my lines for next week a-and everything.”

She actually did not have many lines to review at all. However, as luck should have it, she and Michael would be filming their intimate scene during the next week. And though Charlotte did not want to show it, it made her anxiety skyrocket. So her vision for the evening was to merely sit at home with a glass of wine and wallow in her anxieties about the upcoming week. But she could not tell Michael that. 

She also would not hate the time to just decompress. Though she had been acting since she graduated from Juilliard, somehow this terrain felt different and more exhausting. She had only done her first tv role a few months before signing on to play Bianca. 

He shook his head. “Come onnnn… You’re gonna be great next week and every day. You’re a natural. You gotta eat dinner right? And I won’t keep you out too late. Promise.”

She wrestled with her internal debate for a few moments. Common sense said she should say no. However, the side of her that was drawn to Michael like a moth to a flame, the side she did not quite understand, was much louder. 

“Fineeeeee… but only because I’m starving,” she added with a playful wink. 

A bright boyish grin took over his features as he led her to his car. Their car ride was filled with lively conversation as they recapped the day on set. She had only known Michael for a few months, had only spent considerable time with him in the last two weeks but something about him put her at ease with every conversation. Since their chemistry test, their banter was effortless and, she will admit, flirtatious but she did not think anything of the latter. Ryan told her that her co-star was a charmer… on screen and off. So she assumed that was just par for the course with him and nothing more. Her character was meant to fall in love with his but she knew they could not. 

But still, it did not stop them from gravitating toward each other all day on set or hanging out in each other’ trailers. Though theirs could never step outside of the bounds of friendship, Charlotte appreciated his commitment to developing a relationship with her outside of their characters. She felt it made their chemistry on screen even stronger. 

Soon, she found herself sitting across from Michael at a back corner booth of a steakhouse. It was late so there were few patrons in the space besides them, allowing both of them to feel more at ease about being in public. Charlotte knew no one would recognize her but Michael had been acting since he was a kid. And last thing she needed was rumors on the internet about them tomorrow. 

“So you've seen me work for a couple weeks, it's my first movie - got any tips for me, super star?” She asked after the waiter dropped off their drinks and took their order. 

He scoffed playfully. “As if you need tips from me.” 

“Why’d you say that?” 

He shrugged, taking a sip of his whisky neat. “You’re almost too good. I've been tryin’ to keep up with you.” 

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she waved her hand to dismiss his compliment. 

He shook his head. “Nah… haven’t found another girl like you out here.” 

Charlotte looked away from him, his smolder overwhelming. She let out a nervous chuckle before leaving his statement to linger without a response. This is always were the she lost her nerve. Occasionally, he would utter something that made her think their banter was more intentional than she originally assumed. However, she never had the nerve to press it and see if that were true. There was not a world in which someone like him wanted to be with her. And she did not believe in setting herself up for rejection. 

Instead, she simply shook her head and offered him a small grin. “I imagine there are plenty of girls better than me out there.” 

Michael sighed. “I doubt it. So did you always want to act or?” 

Charlotte nodded and sat up a bit straighter, leaning on the table as she spoke. Michael could not help how her face lit up slightly when asked about her work. 

“Y-yea, ever since I saw Audra McDonald in Ragtime when I was younger… My family will tell you I had a flair for the dramatic longggg before then and I did school plays and stuff like that throughout middle and high school. But that was the moment that made me see it as a career, you know? A real possibility for my life. Went to Julliard and then started working on Broadway. I thought I’d do that for the rest of my life… you know musicals and plays. I wanted to be just like her.” Michael noticed how the ghost of a smile on her face as she remembered a past life turned into a frown, her eyes filling with longing and sorrow. “Life just took some unexpected turns when I… h-had to leave New York and move to LA so I switched to tv and movies but acting was always the plan.” 

Michael nodded along as she spoke, quietly noticing her chose of hers. “Had to leave New York,” as if something forced her out. He made a mental note to find out the true story behind that one of these days. 

She paused. “That or owning an ice cream shop.” 

He let out a hearty laugh as her last statement caught him off guard. “An ice cream shop was your back up plan?” 

“Of course. 1. There’s always a market - who doesn’t love ice cream? 2. No one is ever angry in an ice cream shop because it’s amazing. Perfect job honestly.” 

“Can’t argue with that logic. What’s your dream role?” 

“Elphaba… from Wicked,” she answered immediately. For her, there was no other role. “It won’t get me a Tony,” she admitted. “But it’s always been the dream.” 

“Why?” 

“I dunno… the character herself is perfectly written. So layered. And her songs are perfection. That show is a true masterpiece and it’s one of the biggest shows in the world.” She shrugged. “Unfortunately… under that green skin, the actresses don’t look like me. But that just makes me want it more.” She glanced up at him and noticed the way he was staring at her, immediately feeling self-conscious. She coughed and sat back. “S-sorry… here I am just going on and on about myself.” 

“Nah, nah you good. I asked and I like hearing about you.”

She raised her eyebrow in suspicion. “Really?” 

“Yea… what? You don’t like to talk about yourself?” 

“Ehh, nah, not really. Don’t want to bore you.” 

“I don’t think that’s a word I’d ever use to describe you.” 

Charlotte blushed, her nervousness forcing her eyes away from him and onto a painting across the dim dining room. She did not understand how or why he had this effect on her. But whatever he was doing, she did not want him to stop. 

“How’d you feel after today?” He asked, referencing their scene choreography session from earlier. "Ready for next week? I know those scenes are fucking awkward as hell.” 

“Ummm… y-yea yea totally ready,” she muttered, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth and bit in to it lightly. 

“You nervous?” 

How did he fucking know that?

“What? No, why’d you say that?” 

He leaned forward, a curious expression painted on his face that Charlotte hated that she could not read. “You bite your lip when you’re nervous… o-or anxious I think? You were doing it when we met for our chemistry test… and on the first day of our table read. Right before our scenes all week. Today during our session.”

Charlotte tensed slightly, curious of how he noticed such a subtle tick, something that she thought she was doing a better job of hiding it from everyone. Her eyes fell from his to the table, frustration coursing through her at her own emotions, emotions she wished she had better control over. 

“You are hella observant,” she muttered under her breath as she fiddled with her napkin.

“I’m your scene partner… my job is to know you. And aint shit to be ashamed of. I get anxious too… a lot,” he admitted. 

“Really? You’ve been acting your whole life.” 

He chuckled, his finger drawing patterns in the condensation of his glass. “Yea and shit is still hard. I still doubt myself… still get nervous and shit that I won’t do well o-or will let people down. It helps to talk about it though.” He eyed her for a moment and then asked, “So what makes you nervous about it?” 

Charlotte studied him for a moment, her brain churning to figure out if she wanted to share her deep anxieties with him. It had been so long since she had been vulnerable with someone or confined about her anxieties with someone. She always feared their judgement and pity. And even though she did not know Michael that well, for some reason, she feared his judgement and pity more than anyone else. She could not understand why it mattered so much to her but she wanted him to see her as strong and assured, everything she was not really but tried to put on for the world. She wanted him to like the facade because who she really was did not seem worth his time. 

However, the part of her that craved vulnerability and a safe place to land freed and propelled the words from their cage in the depths of her soul. Something about him felt… safe. And in that moment, the feeling of safety with him felt like relaxing in the warmth of the sun. She wanted to lean into it, not run away from it. Even if it was only between two friends, she craved it and just could not turn away a rare bit of warmth in her cold life. 

“Well…” she chuckled nervously. “I feel so fuckin’ lame saying this but… I’ve never done a sex scene before? A-and I g-guess I just feel more self-conscious than I should. I know it’s just like every other scene but it’s so intimate and,” she shrugged. “A-and there’s shit from the past coming back u-“ she turned and stopped herself, she was getting too real with him now. “I d-dunno. A-and I’m just self conscious about the amount of people who’ll be watching? Like that’s so weird, right? I-I just feel like I'm gonna look stupid. Saying it out loud makes me feel really dumb.” 

He chuckled, ‘Nah it’s not dumb and honestly, this shit is awkward as fuck. We just met two months ago and even though its hella choreographed, there’s a level of trust and intimacy we have to share to sell it. So I think if you’ve never done that shit before, it’s more daunting than people would think.” 

“Thanks for not making me feel stupid about it. That does make me feel better.” 

“Never. Look, my job is also to make you feel as comfortable and safe as you can be in every scene but especially this one. We are gonna be as close as two coworkers can be, I wanna make sure you’re straight. So let me know what you need and I gotchu. I want you to trust me.”  

She smiled over the rim of her glass. 

“I do… trust you,” she responded definitively. And she was surprised at how deeply she felt that in her soul. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

***

“Cheers!” Michael offered as he and Charlotte clinked their wine glasses together, a half-empty bottle of red wine sitting on the coffee table of his living room. 

“What are we cheering too?” She asked as she took a sip of her wine. 

He shrugged. “I dunno… to movie set firsts? To finishing one of our hardest scenes?” 

“I like the sound of both of those! Cheers.” She took another sip before sitting her glass down and leaning back, her hand running through her faux locs she had installed for her character. “Thank you for today by the way. You made it super light a-and fun, shockingly.” 

He twisted his face up in faux offense. “Shockingly?? Ouch. I thought every moment with me was fun?” 

“You aight,” she winked at him before grabbing the bottle to refill her glass. “I was actually surprised at how few folks were on set also. The way Ryan talked when we first went over it, it seemed like the whole crew would be there.” 

At Michael’s silence, she eyed him suspiciously as he nodded and glanced off to the side, scratching the nape of his neck. 

“You know something about that?? Tell me!” 

“Alright fine, I wasn’t gonna tell you but I ain’t gon’ lie to you either. When you said you were nervous about people watching, I texted Ryan and asked him to close the set. I didn’t tell him you asked o-or were anxious about it,” he clarified as he watched the heat rise in her cheeks from embarrassment. “I j-just reminded him that it was your first time on a movie set a-and we shouldn’t assume you’ve done a scene like that before. I hope that’s ok? I’m sorry if I overstepped. Just wanted you to feel more comfortable.” 

Charlotte tilted her head as she studied him for a moment. Part of her thought she should be mad at him for making requests on her behalf but she wasn’t? She found the action maddeningly kind and endearing if anything. That he took her words to heart and actually tried to help her be more comfortable. That he was silently working behind the scenes to make her feel safe.

Michael took her silence for anger. “You’re upset. I’m sorry, Charlotte. I over-“ 

“N-no. Don’t apologize!” She let out a breathy chuckle before adding. “I’m not upset. It just…that just might be the sweetest thing a fellow actor has ever done for me.” She leaned over and squeezed his hand, the heat from his body warming her hand. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” 

He turned his hand over in hers and squeezed back, offering her a nod and smile. Charlotte’s eyes fell from his down to their connected fingers, heat rising in her at the simple touch. She felt it every time, even among the most innocent of touches, pure desire and electricity. Her mind drifted back to feeling his hands on her body earlier that day. The palms of his hands was rough and callous but today proved that his touch was anything but. It was strong and gentle. And she knew it was wrong but she left set today craving more of it, yearning for more of him.

Something in her snapped back to reality, forcing her to rip her hand from his quickly. She cleared her throat and busied herself with her glass of wine. 

“A-anytime,” he offered quietly, seeming equally as frazzled by their touch as she was. 

“I-I should head back to my apartment,” she whispered, deciding it was best to remove herself from his presence before she drank anymore wine and lost anymore of her sensibilities, which felt as if they were hanging on by a thread as it was. “T-Thanks for the wine.” 

“I’ll walk you out.” He stood and stretched lightly before walking her to his door. 

She slid on her shoes as he grabbed her coat from his closet. 

“Thank you again for today, seriously. You are the best scene partner a girl could ask for.” 

He closed the gap between them and wrapped her in a tight welcomed hug. Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as his hugged around her waist. She knew this was the exact type of touching she was leaving to avoid. But for the briefest moment, she remembered what it was like to have intimacy with someone else, to feel secure and whole in their arms. 

They both lingered in their soft touches for longer than they should have. Charlotte let out a content sigh as he rubbed soothing circles on her back and held her, her forehead falling gently against his chest. 

She was the first to break their sweet, hidden moment, the high tide of longing in her building to places too strong to be contained. She couldn’t allow herself to fall any deeper into this - whatever it was - for a million different reasons. He would never reciprocate it and she would never deserve it if he did. Why bait misery? 

She lifted her head from his chest to stare at him, his grip around her body didn’t loosen or move. They just stared at each other. Before Charlotte could say a word, his lips were on hers. She didn’t return it at first, her whole body paralyzed from shock. But it only took a few seconds for her to return it fervently. 

There was a small arch in her back as their mouths explored each other for the first time. She could feel a cloud of desperation and need settling around them. She had kissed him before, however, this - without the mechanics of acting guiding them - felt entirely different. This was pure bliss, his lips casting a fog over her brain that stopped the formation of any thought unrelated to the man in front of her. His tongue danced with hers as they moaned lightly into each other’s mouths. She never wanted this moment to end. 

But it did. He leaned back briefly, a need for air overcoming his desire to consume the woman in front of him. He wanted all of her for the rest of his life. Michael had kissed many women in his life but none had ever felt like that before. He had tried his hardest to keep his feelings at bay, to give her space and not push. When he realized he wanted to pursue a real relationship with Charlotte, he vowed to wait until filming concluded so she would not feel obligated or pressured to date him. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. And some moments, he felt it so strongly and in others, he felt her pull away from him, causing him to doubt himself.

But the more moments he spent with the woman in his arms, the harder it was to keep those feelings at bay. Every moment with her was kindling to this fire and tonight was proof that it would only grow out of control if they did not finally choose to acknowledge that it was there.

With the brief reprieve to catch her breath, Charlotte’s desires quickly faded into embarrassment. 

What the fuck did you just do?

“U-um I’m sorry, s-so sorry, Michael,” she whispered as she took a step back from him, his arms releasing her from his web. She avoided his eyes as she grabbed her coat from the floor where it fell. Suddenly, the plain white walls of the front hallway in his temporary apartment seemed far more interesting than the shell-shocked man in front of her. “D-don’t know what came over me. I-I should go.” 

She quickly walked around his body and out the door, leaving him paralyzed and confused in his doorway. And by the time he regained his wits about him, she was gone. 

Charlotte slid into her car and let her head fall onto her steering wheel with a wave of shame and embarrassment. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Charlie??” She whispered to herself while one silent question oscillated through her mind: Why couldn’t things ever be easy? 

Part 2

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The Freaks of Hawkins

Billy Hargrove x Byers! Reader

Word count: 2,319

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It was Saturday night when Billy was taking a drag out of his cigarette and styling his hair. He had his clothes on and just needed to put on his leather jacket before heading to a girls house. He didn’t even remember her name but it doesn’t matter, he won’t see her again.

Everything was going great, until Susan spoke from the other side of the door. “Billy?”

“I’m a little busy in here Susan.” Billy spoke as he took a drag from his cigarette.

“Open the door. Right now.” As he heard his dads voice he knew he had no other option but to open it.

Placing the cigarette on the ash tray he walked to the door and opened it. His dad was standing there, next to Susan, who as usual reminded him of a lost puppy. He honestly didn’t know what his father saw in her. Maybe it’s because she’s docile or actually a nice person. Billy would never know, his father never properly introduced them.

“What’s wrong?” Billy knew this attitude will get him in trouble but he was in a rush to get out of the house.

“Why don’t you tell us” his dad always felt like he had the upper hand and his way of speaking showed it.

“Because I don’t know.” Again Billy knew he should just keep his mouth shut. Yet he kept on talking.

“We can’t find Maxine.” Finally, Susan spoke but as usual. Neil took over. “And her windows open…where is she?”

Fear came onto Billy but after a few seconds of thinking, he realized she must’ve snuck out to meet with her friends. Yet he wasn’t sure if she did because even if he did act like an asshole she always asked for a ride.

“I don’t know” he responded truthfully.

“You don’t know?” His dad scoffed while taking a step into his room.

“Look, I’m sure she just went to the arcade or something. I’m sure she’s fine.” Billy turned away from his dad and continued to get dressed.

“You were supposed to watch her.” His dad spoke once more causing Billy’s blood to boil. He’s not sure how his dad expects Billy to be the perfect brother when he never got that kind of care from his dad.

“I know dad I was. It’s just you guys were three hours late, and, well, i have a date.” Billy almost wanted to laugh, this was no date he was going to.

He put on his jacket and fixed his hair before turning to face his dad, who was closer than he expected. “I’m sorry, okay?”

No soon after did the spiteful words and strong hands came to him. There was no reasoning with him and all Billy could do was take it all. He just hopes that whatever Max is doing is worth all this trouble.

Meanwhile, you were at the Wheelers house putting Holly to sleep. Even though you were typically her nanny when Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler were out. You were called by Mrs. Wheeler to come take care of Holly urgently, claiming she needed some alone time.

As much as you wanted to say no, your family really needs the money with your mom, Joyce, having to work two jobs. Luckily your older brother, Jonathan, also started working a while back. Yet it still wasn’t enough, not after what happened to Will. You’re not sure how many appointments he’s had but the bills that keep accumulating serve as a reminder.

So here you were, telling Holly her favorite bedtime story. Hoping she will fall asleep soon, after all, this was your last resort. You’ve tried countless of other things to tire her out but none seemed to faze her one bit.

The story you’re reading was pretty dumb and you weren’t sure why she liked it so much. Its about a pink mouse that goes to adventures and aside from her being drawn as tiny and skinny. She is strong and is able to lift up heavy things. It’s the same one she asks you to read every time you look after her, you’re sure she’ll get tired of it eventually.

Aside from this, she has you wrapped around her little finger and you do what she says because even though you have a you get brother. This is the closest you’ve been to having a sister.

As you read her the story you began to play with her hair, in hopes that it will help. Which it did because soon after she got comfortable. She brought her plush animal closer to her chest and hugged your arm. Still, you knew she wasn’t asleep and you kept on reading, only stopping when you heard her small snores.

You set the book down on and tried to pull your arm. You were able to do it but shortly after, the doorbell rang. Causing her grip on your arm to tighten, leaving you back in square one. You weren’t sure if she did this on purpose or if she was doing so subconsciously.

Once more, you heard the doorbell ring and you tried to free yourself from Hollys death grip. You thought that maybe it was Jonathan coming to pick you up, considering how late it was. You didn’t want to keep him waiting, slowly but surely you were able to free your arm. Still, you slowly stepped back in case you needed to go back and help her go back to sleep. You really hoped Lilly, her plush animal, will help keep her asleep. It will be a pain getting another phone call from Mrs. Wheeler asking you to come by again just to help Holly go back to sleep because ‘she listens more to you than to her own mother’.

You made sure to walk carefully, not trying to step on any toys laying around. It felt like walking around eggshells, one wrong step and it was all over. Finally, you reached her door and as you stepped out you prayed to all the God’s above that she wouldn’t wake up after hearing the door creak. Luckily you heard no movement which made you sigh in relief.

You turned to face the staircase and walked down slowly. As you got near the bottom you heard Mrs. Wheeler’s voice and a male’s voice. Which didn’t sound a thing like Jonathan’s or Mr. Wheeler’s. As you reached the floor you were able to perceive the voice as his. The one and only Billy Hargrove, you never spoke to him but you knew enough about him due to the gossips going around school.

You’ve heard many girls cry in the gym locker room. Saying that after they went with him to have a quick fuck, that’s all they were to him. He didn’t call back and ignored them whenever they passed by him. It surprised you to know he was here, you didn’t know Nancy would stoop so low.

You were starting to feel awkward and just wanted to get out. Letting out a deep breath you told yourself you’ll only walk into the kitchen, tell Mrs. Wheeler that Holly is asleep and that you’ll be leaving.

She was the first to notice you as you stood a few feet away from them. “Just wanted to let you know that Holly is asleep and I’ll be leaving now.”

Yet it felt as if your voice fell upon deaf ears. “Oh y/n, Billy here, is looking for his sister..” Mrs. Wheeler spoke as she had a smile on her face and pointed at Billy as if they were friends.

“Step sister” he corrected her with a charming smile

“Right, he is looking for his step sister and I was wondering if you could help him find her.” She finished explaining as she attempted to hide the lust in her eyes.

“Mrs. Wheeler here, told me I could find her at the Bylers house… are you up for it?” He turned his full body towards you while leaning on the counter. He grabbed a cookie and tried to it seductively. Which made you feel a little weird seeing that he was behaving this way while a mom was behind him.

“Yeah, sure.” You regretted it as soon as the words got out of you mouth but there was no turning back now.

With a wink in your direction he turned back to Mrs. Wheeler and thanked her for her help. You also turned towards her and wished her a goodnight before heading for your bag and followed after Billy.

You got inside his car and as soon as he turned the keys the car came to life causing you to get nervous. Jonathan’s car sounded nothing like this but what really got you to jump was the volume of the music. It was so loud you weren’t sure how he didn’t have any hearing problems.

Of course Billy caught sight of this and gave you a small chuckle. “Sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare you.”

A small ‘it’s ok’ was all you were able to muster. Never in a million years did you think you’d ever be in Billy’s car. You felt out of place, the only girls he ever allowed in his car were the girls who he used as a quick fuck. Them and his step sister, Max, who went to the middle school next to Hawkins High.

The ride was fairly silent except from the times you gave him directions. Aside from that, you could only hear the song playing in the background.

“Take a right turn here and just continue on straight.” You spoke and you hoped it will be the last thing you said to him.

“So tell me…” he started and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, this night couldn’t go any worse.

“Are they really freaks like everyone says?” He asked while glancing from you to the road.

“What do you mean?” You tried to pretend to not know what he was talking about. Yet you had the feeling that he is referring to your family.

“The Byers, I’ve heard many people say they’re freaks. Especially after the youngest…Will I think his name is. Everyone said he was dead but was then found. Tell me, do you actually think his brother had anything to do with it?” He asked with a smirk on his face, it was as if he found all of this amusing.

You didn’t know why his comment bothered you so much. It was what you’ve heard ever since Will got taken.

“Is that all you’ve heard?” You asked because even if you always kept to yourself and sometimes people forgot about your existence. You thought they might’ve mentioned your name when talking about your family.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well I guess we’ll find out soon.” You said as you cleared your throat.

Once the two of you reached your house Billy turned off the engine and couldn’t help but groan at the sight of Steve.

You on the other hand, were slightly confused. When Jonathan dropped you off you it was still daytime, meaning nobody else was at your house. Your mind started running circles, as you grabbed your bag you quickly opened the passenger door and got out.

“Steve is everything alright?”

He was so fixated on Billy that he didn’t notice you were also in the car. “Y/n, why are you with Hargrove?” He asked while putting one hand on his hip and pointing with the other.

“He gave me a ride. Is my mom home?” You asked as you held onto the strap of your backpack.

“No she uh, she just left. Jonathan too oh and Will.” He tried to make it sound as if it was a normal conversation. Yet he failed miserably at it, if anything, you were now scared that something might’ve happened to Will.

“So what? I’m just supposed to stay home?” You asked.

“We’ll figure something out, just go inside.” He said but his eyes never left Billy’s, still trying to figure out what he was doing there.

You took notice of this “he’s just here for Max, is she here?” You asked once you stood next to Steve.

Throughout the interaction you had with Steve, you could feel Billy’s eyes staring at you. He wasn’t sure why you were talking to him as if the two of you were close. Sure he’s seen you around school here and there but not once did Steve talk to you.

“Yeah… Max. Hey Max!” He yelled her name out hoping she will be able to hear.

The front door opened quietly and you could hear her soft footsteps. It reminded you of a kid who knew would get in trouble by their parents for getting a cookie before their bedtime.

“Well, she’s here. You can now leave Hargrove.” Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulder and headed to your house.

“Wouldn’t want anyone to know you talked to a freak.” You barked at him, you couldn’t control the anger that kept on bubbling in your chest any longer. No matter how beautiful his stupid face was, he didn’t know the full story. That didn’t give him the right to talk like that about your family.

Billy was so fixated on trying to figure out your relationship with Steve. That it barely down on him what you said. ‘Is my mom home’ he tried to pretend to not care about it. It wasn’t as if he wanted to get close to you yet he felt his heart drop as he realized he just lost his only chance.

Max wasn’t sure what had happened between you two prior to showing up. Yet the look in Billy’s eyes held the same emotion each time Neil would beat him for something that was out of his control. It was a mix of sadness and confusion.

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Don't let me down - Part 7

Masterlist Scarlett Masterlist

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Relationship: MamaScarlett x 16 yr old Reader

Summary: It's time for Y/n's first date with Laura! But first, how will Scarlett and Colin react when they find out they're together?

Word count: 7078

Scarlett POV:

Sat waiting in the car for Y/n, I can't help but let my mind wonder to how things went with her and Laura this morning at the café. It's clear how much that Y/n likes Laura. I just hope that the feelings are reciprocated, and they can be happy together. It's clear to me that Laura likes Y/n too, but it's hard to convince my daughter that when her mind is going a million miles an hour and her whole life, she's never had things go her way.

I still feel a little guilty that I walked in on them when they were about to kiss. I should have knocked but I didn't think anything of it. I guess you have to embarrass your kids at some point and Y/n has had her first experience of that! All I know is that Laura seems like the perfect person to make Y/n happy. I think she's been her sole source of comfort in the past year and a half.

Y/n seems to have started to settle with us now. She is more comfortable at home and gets on great with her siblings. I love how much Cosmo loves her. My phone is full of photos of the two of them in cute moments.

Rose has loved having an older sister, especially one who takes the time to teach her as many soccer skills as she can. I'm so relieved that Rose has taken to Y/n like she has. After her initial moment with her, I was terrified that she wasn't going to like having Y/n living with us. But I'm lucky that it's all worked out for us.

The relationship Y/n has with Colin has also grown. He loves her like she's his own daughter and I'm grateful that he's allowed me this chance to be the mom that Y/n deserves. Y/n hasn't had the best experience with men, and Colin knows that. He makes sure that he's considerate around her, but also doesn't make a big deal out of it. I'm learning that Y/n is a bit of a goof and that is something Colin has caught onto. Between the two of them they're like children, but I love it!

My own relationship with my daughter is also growing. It's slower than it has been for the others and that hurts me a bit. But I completely understand it. I'm the one that left. I'm the reason that she has ended up in abusive situations. It's something that I'll never forgive myself for. I know I can't make up for it now, but I can do everything I can to make her life as good as it possibly can be.

My eyes are quickly drawn to my daughter, a smile forming on my face. I love being able to do the simple things for her. I never thought I'd get this opportunity. To just be her mom. But here I am, and I know I won't mess up my second chance with her.

That smile only grows wider when I see her hand in hand with Laura. The both of them laughing with the group of friends around them. They say goodbye to the group and Y/n walks Laura over to her car. Laura turns to face Y/n, taking both of her hands in her own. She says something that clearly makes Y/n a little shy so she places her fingers under her chin and lifts her head to meet her eyes. There's a pause before she leans in, and they share a kiss.

It takes everything in me to not cheer out loud to see that they are clearly together now. But then I remember that I'm currently being a creep sat in the car park watching my daughter with her new girlfriend.

After a moment, they say goodbye to each other with another kiss, Y/n holding the car door open for Laura so she can get in. She waves as Laura drives away and turns around clearly looking for me. A wide smile on her face. She spots my car and gives me a quick wave before making her way towards the car.

She slips into the front seat, and I turn to greet her. "Hey honey. How was school?" I ask her, fighting off the desire to ask about her and Laura. As much as I want to know, it's for her to bring it up when she's comfortable. "It was really good. I got an A on the calculus test we had last week." She tells me proudly. "That's great Y/n. I'm proud of you." I respond to her, and I watch as her face lights up. "Really?" She asks and I nod. "Of course. I would be proud of you regardless of your grade. But I know how much you had studied for that test." I reply and she sits back in her seat with a content smile.

I pull out of the car park and make our way back home. My gaze keeps drifting to Y/n who eventually huffs. "Ask your question Scarlett." She says when she catches me looking at her. She has a smirk on her face, clearly being able to read me. "I was just wondering how your coffee was this morning." I tell her honestly. She doesn't need to know what I saw.

I chuckle to myself when her head drops back against the headrest, and she lets out a content sigh. "She feels the same." She admits. "That's great! I told you she would." I reply and she rolls her eyes. "I know. We had a long talk and we both admitted that we wanted to be with each other." She continues to explain, the biggest smile on her face.

It makes me so happy that she is sharing this with me so willingly. When she first came home with us, she was so closed off and trying to understand what she was feeling was nearly impossible. I'm glad that she feels safe enough with me now that she can talk freely with me.

"So...?" I ask, prolonging the o. She laughs at me and shakes her head. "Laura is officially my girlfriend." She shares excitedly. "Y/n! That's great! I'm so happy for you." I tell her instantly, so she doesn't have time to think for even a second that I have any other feelings towards this.

She looks at me with a raised eyebrow for a moment. "You saw us at her car, didn't you?" She asks and a guilty look soon appears on my face. "I uh. I wasn't stalking I promise." I quickly defend but she just laughs. "Well, we weren't really hiding it." She says, alleviating my fears. "Are you comfortable being open like that?" I ask her. I know it's not always easy at school to be different. "I'm more than happy. I don't like the idea of being hidden and I also don't want to hide my feelings. I've done that for far too long." She responds. I look at her proudly that she is so confident in that feeling. "Besides, our school is pretty open. There are quite a few queer people, and the other students leave them alone for the most part." She adds on, which makes me even more relieved.

Though I notice that her gaze drops for a moment, like I lost her for a moment. "Hey, what's wrong? Where did your head go?" I ask her worriedly, placing my hand on her knee as I keep my focus on the road. "I uh. Will um. Colin. Will he be ok with me being, you know, gay?" She stutters out. I hate that she thinks that Colin would ever look at her differently just because of her sexuality.

"Oh sweetheart. No. Colin loves you regardless of if you like girls or not. He just wants you to be happy and safe. Please don't ever worry that we would have any issues with you when you're just being yourself. I don't want you to ever think you have to hide any part of you." I tell her softly, but firmly. She needs to know this.

"Ok. Uh, we're going on a date on Friday, and she wants to talk to you both beforehand." She tells me. "Can you not make it awkward for her. She still feels bad for cussing you out." She continues and I smile at her plea. "I can't make any promises, but I'll try." I tease her, earning a groan. "I told her it was a bad idea." She mumbles, making me laugh.

We continue driving for a bit before I remember that I actually had something that I wanted to ask Y/n myself. "Uh Y/n. I know that you've had a lot of meeting new people recently. But I've been talking about you a lot with my friends, and they would love to meet you. Especially two of my closest friends, Lizzie, and Chris." I start to explain, glancing to her regularly to gauge her reaction.

"There is no pressure to do so, and it would just be having them over for dinner or something. They're just keen to meet you." I show her that she has a choice in this matter. As much as I want her to meet my friends and the people in my life. I will never push her to be in a situation where she's uncomfortable. "Are these people you work with?" She asks and I nod. "Yeah. They're both Marvel actors. Lizzie Olsen and Chris Evans. I've known Chris since college though. They are both lovely people and I promise you that they are safe." I reassure her. I know that her trust level is very low, and she is still having to identify who is safe to her.

"And it would just be them?" She continues to question. "Yeah, and our family of course. We'll have it at home so it's a familiar place for you." I respond, happy to answer any questions she might have. She takes a moment to think, and I don't pressure her for an answer. "Ok. I'm ok with that." She responds, breaking the silence. "That's great. Thanks Y/n. I promise that if you're uncomfortable at any time, we can end it and they won't be offended. Though I have a feeling that Lizzie is going to take to you and will be fighting to be your bestie though. I should probably warn you about that." I chuckle and smile when Y/n laughs too.

"It's weird to think about meeting other celebrities. I've kind of forgotten that you are one. It's just not a world I'm familiar with." She shares and I nod, getting that. "Well, once it gets out that Lizzie and Chris have met you, it won't be long until the others are begging too. But we can slowly introduce you to the others. I don't want to overwhelm you." I once again reassure her.

"I'm part of your world now. I guess I have to get used to it." She smiles at me. Hearing her speak about being apart of my world makes my heart skip a beat. There was a time where I thought that she wouldn't want to stay here with us. But now it looks like she doesn't plan on going anywhere. I just hope she'll let me adopt her so she can legally be my daughter again. I mean she is my daughter no matter what, but I want there to be no issues when it comes to legalities.

There is also the big elephant in the room of the press. Being part of my world means being in the spotlight to some degree. So far, we've not had any issues, but as we do more together, it's only a matter of time before we're caught. I want the whole world to know about Y/n, but I know that she may not feel the same. I also want to protect her. It's intimidating when you're surrounded by paparazzi, and I don't want her to be in a situation that is upsetting for her. I guess this is all something that we need to talk about. It's not going to be an easy conversation, but it's an important one. Though, I think it can wait for another day. This has already been a car journey with a lot to talk about!

When we arrive home, Colin is already back from work before he heads back out this evening to film SNL. He's sat on the sofa with Cosmo when we come in and he is quickly to his feet to greet us both. He places a soft kiss to my cheek before pulling Y/n into a hug. The smile on her face doesn't go unnoticed and I'm grateful that she feels safe around Colin.

"How was school kiddo?" He asks as we join him and Cosmo in the living room. Rose is at soccer practice this afternoon, so the house is unusually quiet. "It was really good." Y/n responds, a smile forming on her face. "Something or someone make it so good?" He questions with a smirk. I laugh when I see a blush form on her cheeks.

Though she is quick to look up at me. I give her a reassuring nod. I know that Colin will have no issues with what she's about to share. We've both talked about how we thought they were together, so it's not going to be a surprise to him when she explains.

I watch as she takes a deep breath and nods. "Yeah. Uh. Laura she um. She asked me to be her girlfriend." She admits with a shy smile. "You mean you weren't already together?" He asks, taking Y/n by surprise. "Not you too?" She groans, flopping back onto the sofa. "What? The way you two are around each other. I just assumed." Colin responds as Y/n covers her face. "Urgh. No, apparently, we both were just too chicken shit to admit our feelings for each other." Y/n says, making Colin laugh. "Oi! Language missy." I lightly scold her, and she gives me a sheepish smile.

"So, you're ok with it? Me being with a girl?" Y/n asks, her voice full of uncertainty. "Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I be? If anything, I'm glad that you're not dating boys. We're jerks at high school." He replies without missing a beat. I see Y/n's whole body relax at his words and a smile forms on her face. "Nothing will change how much I love you Y/n. I just want you to be happy." Colin reassures her.

She looks between him and me for a moment, before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a tight hug. "Thanks Colin. That means so much." She whispers as Colin gently runs his hands through her hair. "I'm always here for you kiddo. You're stuck with me now." He teases, making Y/n laugh. "Though I will be wanting words with Laura." He adds on, making Y/n roll her eyes. "Well, she wants words too apparently. What is with everyone wanting to talk." She grumbles.

"Ok, why am I suddenly nervous about meeting Laura. She's scary." Colin jokes. "Maybe because when it comes to Y/n I feel like she would do whatever it takes to protect her, even take on her parents." I share my own thoughts. Ever since she stood up to me that very first time, I feel like I have to prove myself to her too. That I'm going to do what's right by Y/n. "Ok, let's not show her that when she comes by. They can sense fear." Colin suggests. "She's a teenager not a dog." Y/n huffs, getting up and going to the kitchen whilst the both of us laugh.

"She looks happy." Colin observes as he turns back around and looks to me. "Yeah, she is." I respond, a wide smile on my face. "I think she's finally starting to be the true Y/n. I know there is still a long way to go, but she is more open with us than she's ever been and it's almost like having a different person in the house. I must admit, there was a point I didn't think this would happen." I admit my feelings, holding back tears threatening to fall.

Colin sensing this gets up and sits next to me and pulls him into me, pressing a kiss to my head. "We're going to be there for her every step of the way to prove to her that this is a safe and loving environment." He says, holding me close. "I'm so grateful to you. For all your support. You could have easily run a mile when I told you about Y/n, but you didn't." I share, my gaze full of love on my husband.

"There's nothing you could tell me that would make me want to leave. You're stuck with me. Besides, that girl in there. She's my daughter. Maybe not by blood, but I love her just like I love Rose and Cosmo. I want to be the dad that she deserves." He admits, his gaze not faltering. It makes my love for him grow more than I thought possible. I don't respond with words, instead I pull him into me and capture his lips with mine in a loving kiss, hoping to convey how much I love him.

"Ew gross! Keep it to the bedroom!" Y/n grimaces as she returns to the living room, a drink in hand. "You're just jealous that Laura's not here so you can suck face." Colin teases, making Y/n gasp in annoyance. "You know what, I think I have homework to do." She huffs, turning on the spot and flipping Colin off over her shoulder as she goes. I can't help but laugh whilst Colin looks to me. "Oh what, so it's ok when she swears at me?" He complains playfully. "She can when it's funny." I respond. "Oh, you're in for it." He smirks before launching a tickle attack on me. God, I love this man so much!

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Y/n has been a nervous wreck ever since she came home from school today. Laura is picking her up at 6 to take her out for their date and she's spent the last hour panicking about what to wear. I've found it's safer to stay out of the way, not wanting to annoy her or be in the firing line when she gets frustrated. Though she does finally decide on an outfit and asks that we let Laura in if she's here before she's ready.

Both Colin and I are surprised when the doorbell rings at 5:45. I get up and open the door to see a nervous Laura standing with a bouquet of flowers in her hands. "Hi Mrs Johansson." She greets me with a small smile. "Laura. You're early." I point out, hoping to keep up the protective mother act for a little while. "I uh. I was hoping to talk to you and Mr Jost before I take Y/n out." She explains and I have to hide the smile that is fighting to make an appearance.

"Of course. Please come in. Y/n is still getting ready." I explain, moving to the side so she can enter. She tentatively follows me into the living room where Colin is waiting on the sofa. "Laura hi. You look lovely." Colin greets her with a smile. "Thank you, Mr Jost. It's nice to see you again." She responds. "Oh, please. Call me Colin." He waves her off with his hand at the formal greeting.

She takes a seat on the chair opposite Colin and me. "I uh. Well, as you know, Y/n and I are now together. I guess I wanted to come early to talk to you and maybe give you some reassurances." She starts off as she finds her words. I can see Colin smiling at her words beside me, whilst I keep a straight face.

"I know that Y/n has been through a lot in her life. I always wished that there was more that I could do to protect her. I couldn't get her out of that hell, but I could give her a safe place away from it." She explains. That is one thing I'm most grateful for. These last 18 months Y/n has had someone like Laura in her corner. She never should have had to go through what she has, but knowing she had Laura with her, makes it slightly easier to bare.

"I've liked your daughter for some time now, but I didn't want to take advantage of her, knowing that she was in a vulnerable place. I worried if she didn't like me back that she would pull away from me and be alone again." She explains and I can completely understand why she did that. "I just want you to know, that I understand how lucky I am to have Y/n and for her to like me in return. It's something that I'm never going to take for granted. You can rest assured that I plan to be everything that Y/n deserves. I will protect her and be the best person I can for her. I'm quickly falling for your daughter, and I would do anything for her." She quickly rushes out and I can no longer hold up this front.

She has just said everything a mother could wish to hear from their daughter's partner. She sits nervously as she waits for us to respond. I don't want to be mean and leave her waiting. So, I decide to speak up. "You don't know how much that means to hear Laura. But I hope you realise, that your intentions have always been clear in your actions. From the first time I met you, I knew that you always had Y/n's best interests at heart. It something that I have never doubted. I'm very happy that you two are together." I express my own feelings and see as she relaxes, her shoulders releasing the tension that had been plaguing her.

"About our first meeting. I'm sorry for how I spoke to you." She goes to apologise, but I quickly shake my head, holding up my hand. "Stop. You have absolutely nothing to apologise for. You were protecting Y/n and in that moment, I had done nothing to prove that I wanted what was best for her. I'm glad that she had you when she was on her own." I reassure her so she knows that there are no hard feelings for how she spoke to me.

We both then look to Colin who's sat with a smile on his face but has said nothing. "I have nothing to add. Just that I can't think of anyone better to be with our daughter." He gives his approval, earning a wide smile and a thanks from Laura. "Though I will warn you. I may be the funny dad, but if you hurt her, I will not hesitate to hurt you." He warns, "Colin!" I scold him but he just shrugs. "No one hurts my kids." He defends. "It's ok Mr J-Colin. I promise that I don't ever plan on hurting Y/n." Laura promises. "That's what I like to hear. Now where are you taking her on this date?" He changes the subject, making us both laugh.

A few minutes later, we hear the creak of the floorboards and see Y/n coming down the stairs. The biggest smile appears on Laura's face as she stands up and moves to greet her. "Wow, you look amazing." Laura compliments her. "Thanks. You look great too." Y/n responds with a shy smile before leaning down and stealing a quick kiss. "These are for you by the way." Laura says holding out the flowers in her hands. "They're beautiful, thank you." Y/n responds, holding the flowers to her nose.

"Have you been waiting long?" Y/n asks as she moves to put the flowers in water. "A little while." Laura admits sheepishly. Y/n looks between her and then to us. "Oh. Have you had whatever talk you all so desperately wanted?" She asks. "Yes, and we all know where we stand." I jump in. "Well, I'm glad I wasn't around for that awkwardness." She chuckles.

"Right, are you ready?" Laura asks once Y/n has finished putting the flowers in a vase. "I am. I just need to grab my bag." She responds. "Have her back by 11 please." I ask Laura and she nods. "Of course." She responds, holding her hand out to Y/n who takes it easily. "Have fun sweetie." I smile at Y/n, who's already got her love eyes on her girlfriend. "Thanks Scarlett. See you both later." She calls as she leaves the house. "Of they are so in love." Colin laughs. "Yeah. I think they are."

Y/n's POV:

As we walk outside, I can't help but smile at the warmth I'm feeling from having my hand in hers. Though, once we reach the car, she lets go and rushes to hold the door open for me. "M'lady." She smirks at me, bowing her head playfully. I move to get in the car, giving her a peck in thanks. The blush on her cheeks not going unnoticed.

Laura then rushes around to the driver's side and slips in. "So, where are we going?" I ask curiously. "Well, as this is our first proper date, I wanted it to be special and unique. So, we have two stops, but they're a surprise." She shares excitedly. "Don't worry, they're not far and I think you'll love them." She reassures me, taking my hand in hers as she pulls off the driveway.

I turn my head and watch my girlfriend as she drives, my hands playing with her fingers on my lap. "So, how did the conversation go with Scarlett and Colin?" I question, intrigued to what was said. "It went well. I promised them that I just want to take care of you and assured them that you are safe with me." She informs me, turning to meet my eyes when she stops at a red light. "Hmm, I like the sound of that." I smile in return. She raises my hand to her lips and presses a soft kiss to my knuckles. "Now I've got you, I'm doing everything I can to keep you!" She tells me, making me laugh. "That doesn't sound stalkerish at all." I tease her, earning a pout. "It's a good job I like you." I lean in and press a kiss to her lips, pulling away just as the light turns green.

For the rest of the journey, we sing obnoxiously loud as we drive to our first destination. Laura pulls into a parking spot and rushes around to open my door for me. "You know you don't have to do this all the time." I tell her but she just shrugs. "It's our first date. I'm doing this properly." She defends, holding her hand out for me. I take it easily and allow her to direct me to our destination.

"The Natural History Museum?" I ask with a smile as we reach our destination. "Kind of, we're going to a specific part of the museum." She explains without giving away any further details. I follow along as she flashes some tickets to the guard at the door who gives us directions on where we need to go.

We walk through the museum and then into the courtyard where we're stood in front of a large glass box with a giant sphere, that looks like it's floating, inside. "The planetarium." I whisper, my eyes wide. I've never been here before. "I know how much you love space and thought it's kind of romantic. I've booked us tickets for their show." She explains nervously, her gaze unsure. I quickly pull her into me and press my lips against hers. "I love it!" I respond excitedly. "Oh, thank God. I thought you might not like the idea for a date." She breathes a sigh of relief. "It's perfect." I reassure her.

We make our way into the planetarium and are guided to our seats. Whilst we wait for the show to start, my eyes trail over the projection that is on the dome above us. "Did you know this is known as the Digital Universe Atlas. The team here at the museum maintain the map of the cosmos with the help of NASA." I explain when I recognise the image above. "I didn't know that. Have you been here before?" She asks me but I shake my head. "No, I never had the money to, but I've read up on everything here." I explain. "I'm a bit of a geek." I admit shyly. "Hmm, but you're my geek." She responds, making me blush.

I don't have time to respond as the show begins. The lights dim and music starts to play. I quickly take Laura's hand in my own and get comfortable. I let out a small gasp as the seats slowly start to recline so we get the perfect view of the dome above us.

The show above us is amazing and I'm completely engrossed in what is being shown. The projections are like nothing I've seen, and I feel a happiness that I'm finally getting to see something that I have read so much about but never got the chance to see. I looked on in awe, moving my head to rest on Laura's shoulder. Her arm instantly wraps around my shoulders as she holds me close, a soft kiss pressed to my head.

I'm a little sad when the show comes to an end, but I have loved every minute of it. As the seats rise up again and the lights turn on, I look to Laura with the biggest smile on m face. "That was amazing! This was the best idea for a date." I ramble excitedly. "Isn't it amazing to think all of that is beyond the sky." I share and she nods along, a soft smile on her face. "What?" I ask her with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing. You're just cute when you're excited." She explains with a shrug. It instantly makes my cheeks blush and my gaze drops.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." She says, standing and holding her hand out for me to take. I slip my fingers between hers and allow her to help me to my feet. "Genuinely, thank you for bringing me to this. I've wanted to come for so long." I thank her. "I'll happily take you to all the places that you want to go." She informs me with an adoring look in her eyes.

"But right now, we need to get going or we're going to miss our reservations." She tugs at my hands and leads me out of the museum and back to the car. The traffic is pretty light getting to our next stop and we're soon parking up once again. "I think we're ready for some food." She smiles at me and once again, opens my door for me.

We walk for a little way until Laura stops us in front of a fun looking diner. Trailer Park Lounge. "I read about this place online and thought it would be a fun place to eat." She shares her thought process. Just from the outside it looks great. Again, I follow her as she greets the host at the door. "Ah Miss Laura, please follow me." He directs to the back of the diner into a cute little booth with a small jukebox in. "You can put a quarter in and pick music which will get played over the music system." He explains as he takes our drinks order and leaves us to it.

"What song are you going to go for?" Laura asks as we look over the music listed on the jukebox. I smirk as I grab a quarter and hit a song, covering the case so Laura can't see. "What did you pick?" She asks with a pout. "Let's see if you can guess which one is mine." I smirk, thanking the waiter as he puts the drinks down in front of us.

"This place is really cool." I state, looking around at all the décor on the walls. "I thought you'd enjoy somewhere quirky over fancy. Besides, the food looks amazing." She smiles at me. I reach over the table and take her hand in mine. "I love how well you know me." I express, making her eyes soften. "I've always seen you Y/n. Even before you joined the team." She admits, making my heart skip a beat. "Me too. It's always why I sat behind you in class. So, I could admire you without being caught." I make my own admission, causing Laura's mouth to drop open. "And you called me stalkerish. Now you're admitting to watching me." She teases. "I said admiring, there's a difference." I try to defend, just earning a laugh from my girlfriend.

"If only we had our shit together earlier, we could have had our happiness before now." She sighs. "I'm glad we didn't." I say, but quickly try to back track when I see the hurt on her face. "What I mean is, my parents were not happy when I admitted I liked girls. They told me it was a phase, and they would 'sort me out' if it continued. Had we been together earlier, I would worry what they might have done to you. Our relationship certainly wouldn't have lasted." I share honestly.

I instantly regret sharing though as a look of sympathy washes over her face. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bring the vibe down." I deflect but Laura is quick to shake her head and squeeze my hand. "No. None of that. You don't have to hide that part of your life from me just because we're together now. I just wish I knew what was happening back then. Maybe I could have done something." She sighs, rubbing at her face. "Hey, you did more than you know. Besides, I can look back on it now and know it's in the past. For the first time in a long time. I've felt safer than ever." I reassure her. Her body relaxes into her seat. "I'm glad Y/n. You deserve the happiest of lives." She smiles. "When I'm with you, I'm happiest." I flirt, making her cheeks now blush.

"Anyway." She clears her throat and sits up in her chair. "Let's pick what we wanted to eat. Though I think I'll struggle to decide as it all looks so good!" She changes the subject and allows us to move on.

We both decide on burgers as a few of the people around us have them and they look incredible. Once our order is taken, we both sip on our drinks, enjoying this time together. As we're talking about our next game, I fight the smile as I hear the beginning of the song I selected come on. As soon as the intro plays, Laura looks at me with a knowing look. "This is you isn't it." She smirks whilst I nod. "You're never going to let me live this down, are you?" She asks and I nod my head. "Blame your mom. She was the one that showed me the video of 7 year old you singing to Dancing Queen for your talent show!" I tease her as she hides her face in her hands.

"You are the dancing queen, young and sweet only 17." I jokingly sing, making her groan. "How do I make you stop?" She grumbles, her face still hidden. "You can't. The quarters been paid." I tease her. "You can dance, you can jive. Having the time of your life!" I sing louder, making her try and shush me. "See that girl. Watch that scene. Digging the dancing queen!" I point to her and continue my serenade.

As the song comes to an end, she whispers a "Thank God." Making me laugh. "You mean you don't like my singing?" I ask with faux offence. "Oh, I love your singing, just not when you're using it to mock me." She complains with a smile. "Well, I'm sorry to tell you. I'm your girlfriend now and it's my prerogative to tease you endlessly. You're stuck with me." I joke. "Damn. How do I go back in time and stop asking you out." She retorts, making me gasp. "No need to go back in time if I end it now." I shoot right back with a smirk. "Ouch Y/n. Arrow to my heart right there." She pouts, clutching at her chest." You started it." I poke my tongue out like a child. "Yeah, and I don't plan on ending this. Ever." She says sweetly changing the tone of conversation instantly.

The rest of dinner was amazing. We share a giant desert between us, struggling to finish it after we had also polished off the large burger stacks. But we managed it just. The whole time we were chatting and laughing. It was one of the happiest nights of my life. The most perfect first date that I could have ever asked for. Reluctantly, we get up and head back to the car, but we decide to have a short walk around the park first. We still have a bit of time before I need to get home.

"This has been everything I could have asked for." I stop Laura at the small pond, the moonlight lighting it beautifully. "I can't thank you enough for the thought and effort you have put into our date." I share with her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I told you Y/n. I'm going to spoil you and do everything that I can to make sure you're happy. I'm glad that you've enjoyed it." She responds, leaning into my touch.

"You've set the bar high for when I organise our next date." I chuckle as I pull her to a bench and wrap my arm around her. "We could literally sit in your room all day and I would be happy." She smiles but it makes me rise my eyebrow at her. "Already thinking of a day in my room?" I smirk, making her eyes go panicked. "No, uh not like that. I um. Not that I wouldn't want to. But I didn't I uh." She stutters through her panicked response, making me chuckle.

Instead of letting herself get more in a state, I lean forward and press my lips against hers, stopping her rambling instantly.

She sinks into my touch, one hand moving to my hip and the other moving behind my neck to keep me close. Our lips move in sync as our tongues dance together. When breath becomes an issues, we both slowly pull back and rest our heads against each other. "You were talking too much." I smirk, pecking her lips as I giggle. "I didn't want you to think I was pressurising you or anything." She explains but I quickly shake my head and cup her face.

"I don't feel pressurised. I know what you meant, and I was just teasing you. But just know that when we're both ready, I'm taking you up on a day in bed together." I tell her, a newfound confidence within me. She gulps and nods at my words a smile creeping on her lips. "I'd like that." She whispers.

We share a few more kisses before we both realise the time and have to rush back to the car. "Shit. Your mom is going to kill me if I don't have you back in time." Laura panics as she drives off. "She'd probably hate you more if you got in an accident rushing to get me home." I try to calm her down, placing my hand over her own. "We've got time. As long as traffic isn't bad. If it is, I'll message her." I say, helping to calm her down.

Turns out there was nothing to worry about. We still had 5 minutes before 11. So, I decided to make the most of it and we had a make out session in her car. With a minute to spare, she opens my car door for me once again, holding my hand as she escorts me to the front door.

"Thank you again for a perfect date." I turn to Laura, fiddling with her fingers. "I'm glad you liked it, and I can't wait for the next one." She returns, giving me a sweet kiss. "Text me when you're home?" I call after her. She agrees and I watch as she drives away, waving after her. My fingers then move to my lips, the feeling of hers still tingling on them.

I fumble around for my keys in my bag and unlock the door. As I push the door open, I see the back of Scarlett and Colin who seem to be running into the living room. I slowly walk in to see them on the sofa, slightly red faced. Scarlett is on her phone and Colin has the paper open in front of him. "Oh, hey honey. Did you have a nice time?" Scarlett asks me. "Were you just listening at the front door?" I ask them with a raised eyebrow.

Scarlett scoffs as Colin shakes his head. "Pfft no. We were just waiting here for you to come home." She weakly defends. "Hmm. Then why is the paper upside down?" I point to the newspaper in Colin's hands as he quickly turns it the right way up. "You idiot." Scarlett mumbles to him as he looks at her sheepishly. "We just wanted to make sure you were ok." Scarlett admits. "But it sounds like you were more than ok." Colin jumps in, wiggling his eyebrows at me. "Ew, Colin stop!" Scarlett scolds him. "Yeah. Never do that again." I say, turning on the spot and making my way upstairs. "Wait! How was your date? I want to hear everything?" Scarlett calls after me, chasing me up the stairs. I guess I won't be going to sleep anytime soon!

Part 8

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[sourwolf-sterek32]

Alpha’s First Daughter

Summary: You had been on your own for years after escaping the Whisperers. Until you run into a hunter in the woods who's searching for his brother.

OR

The Walking Dead rewrite from Season 9 to Season 11 with you, Y/N, as Daryl Dixon's eventual love interest.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: language, blood,

Chapter 16-

By the time the sun started to rise, you could see the thick smoke in the distance from the fire in the woods.

Some of the fire had already been put out, but it was still burning. Some people were throwing buckets of water at the fire, others using some kind of makeshift water backpacks and hoses, but most of them were fighting off a herd of walkers that had been drawn into the fire.

"Half work on the fire. The others help with the herd." You heard Siddiq shout above the roar of the flames and growls of the walkers.

Nobody really said anything in response to that. You all just split off into groups and you pulled out your sword and ran towards the herd. The blade of your sword sliced through the heads of the dead, one after the other.

It felt like forever since you were last outside and killing the dead. It was surprisingly nice to do it again, despite the dangerous situation and fire everywhere.

Yanking your sword out one of the walkers, you spun around and took in just how many there actually were before Eugene's voice filled the air.

"Everyone, stay clear of that tree!"

You quickly looked in the direction of his voice to find him pointing towards one of the larger trees that was on fire and making a creaking sound. Yep, best move away from that death-trap waiting to happen.

"Get back!" Daryl's familiar voice shouted.

Jumping back and out the way, you watched as Daryl lined up the tree and threw an axe at the base of it. The axe flew through the air and imbedded into the tree trunk, sending it falling onto the row of walkers, trapping them easily.

You glanced back at Daryl about to ask if he had any more of those axes anywhere before you spotted a walker sneaking up behind him.

"Dixon, duck!" You yelled, pulling out your hunting knife from your belt.

In an instant, Daryl ducked out the way trusting you without having to look as you threw the knife, the blade piercing through the walker’s eye socket.

"What are you doing here?" Daryl suddenly questioned, shocked with your presence as he yanked the knife out the walker and made his way over to you.

"To help. You're welcome." You responded causing him to roll his eyes as he handed you the knife.

"Thanks." He said sincerely and you nodded before turning around and taking out the other walkers.

It took a little while, but eventually the herd was taken care of, and the fire was extinguished.

You helped Siddiq and the new doctor Dante with people that needed help, some injured and others with major smoke inhalation.

"Eugene, let's go." Michonne's voice shouted as you walked back over to the group by the satellite once you had finished helping the doctors take the injured back to vehicles and horse carts.

You heard Eugene say something about needing a couple of minutes as you wandered over to them, but you were more focused on your surroundings. You were in the Whisperers territory, and you didn't want to stay here for any longer than necessary.

"We should excavate and transport this satellite to our vehicles. I believe there may be invaluable technological implications for our communities if I'm able to retrieve any of the useful bits from inside." Eugene explained as you watched him pull one of the panels off the satellite.

"Yumiko, Luke, Magna, everybody, come on. We're helping with the satellite. Five minutes and out." Michonne ordered as she glanced around the area before she spotted you standing off to the side anxiously. "We won't be any longer than five minutes, then we're gone."

You nodded, looking out at the woods just waiting for the Whisperers to show up.

"Y/N, have you seen Carol and Daryl?" Aaron questioned walking over to you.

Daryl was just here a second ago, where did he go?

"Not sure, maybe he's helping take the injured back to Oceanside?" You suggested, looking over at him, but Aaron just shrugged his shoulders.

You helped the others carry parts of the satellite back to the horse carts and as Michonne said, five minutes later you were all heading back to Oceanside. However, Carol and Daryl were nowhere to be seen.

Oceanside was a nice community. It was better than you had imagined after all the times Daryl had talked about it back when the two of you were living in the woods. It was beautiful and full of badass women which just made it 1000 times better.

"Y/N, you're here!" Judith's voice suddenly shouted.

You stopped where you were walking and turned to find the young girl with her brother and Dog following behind her.

"Of course, I heard they needed some help." You replied with a gentle smile just as Dog ran up to you, jumping up with his paws on your stomach causing you to chuckle as you patted him. "Good boy."

"I wanted to help too, but Mum wouldn't let me." Judith said in an annoyed tone.

"She's just trying to keep you safe. Don't worry, in a few years you will be out there kicking ass and helping everyone just like your mother does."

That seemed to make Judith a little less annoyed about the situation as she nodded.

"One day I can be like you." She suddenly said and it took your brain a moment to process her words.

Be like you? Why the hell would Judith want to be like you when there were so many other and better women role models she could choose from? Including her own mother.

"Why do you want to be like me? I'm nothing special, kiddo." You replied, but Judith quickly shook her head before RJ started talking.

"Judith has told me a lot of stories about you. I want to be like you too when I grow up." The little boy said with the biggest smile which just melted your heart.

"What stories have you been telling your brother?" You asked curiously, looking back at Judith who almost seem guilty.

"How you fought beside the King and his soldiers against the walkers so he could get his Kingdom. How you saved Uncle Daryl's life when you first met him... How you saved Jesus when the Whisperers first showed up and nearly killed him... umm, how you sacrificed yourself to the Whisperers to try and keep Hilltop safe. How you saved Jesus, Kelly and Connie in the barn from Alpha and tried to save everyone else-"

"I couldn't save the others in that barn... I couldn't even save my own sister. You don't want to be like me."

"But you tried. You nearly died doing it." Judith explained motioning towards the scar on your forehead. "But you didn't give up and that's how I want to be when I'm older. I want to try and never give up, just like you. And just like my dad."

You smiled softly, unsure of how to actually reply to that. Judith liked you for whatever reason that you still couldn't understand, but most of the others at Alexandria didn't like you. You were Alpha's daughter, you weren’t an Alexandrian, but that didn't seem to bother Judith at all.

"How did you know about all those stories anyway?" You asked curiously, but Judith just shrugged her shoulders.

"People like to talk and I like to eavesdrop, just don't tell my mother."

"Your secret is safe with me." You replied before you spotted Daryl and Carol walking out from the woods. "I gotta go. See you guys later."

"Bye." Judith and RJ both shouted as you jogged across the community, Dog right by your side until you reached the two of them.

"Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you." You said, stopping in front of Daryl as you looked him up and down for any injuries, but he seemed to be okay. "Where did you guys go?"

Daryl glanced over at Carol with a questioning look which set alarm bells off in your head. Why would Daryl need her permission to answer your question? It wasn’t a difficult question either.

"I wanted to go to the canyon and see if Alpha's horde was back or not." Carol admitted causing your head to snap in her direction.

"You did what?"

"The horde wasn't there though, and Daryl only came with me because he didn't want me to go alone." She quickly said in defence.

She risked going further into Alpha's territory for what? To ease her mind about the horde? If they had been spotted, you were all fucked.

"I can't believe it." You said, shaking your head as a soft chuckle that was borderline hysterical left your lips. "You are a fucking idiot."

"Y/N-" Daryl tried to say, but you cut him off.

"Were you spotted?"

Carol didn't say anything for a moment before she nodded, and you threw your hands up in frustration.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" You shouted, taking a step towards her before Daryl quickly grabbed your shoulder, but you shoved his hand away. "If word gets back to Alpha that you were in her territory-"

"Alpha was the one that saw me, she already knows." Carol informed and your stomach dropped.

She knew. Alpha knew.

Your skin turned pale as you took a staggering step back. All the fight and anger in your body vanishing instantly. Your chest pulled tight as you struggled to get air into your lungs, and you knew you were on the brink of a panic attack.

No, this couldn't be happening. Carol had to be lying. She had to be lying because your mother would retaliate if she knew anyone crossed into her land. She wouldn't let it go unpunished, she would declare war and you had already lost Lydia. You had already lost your baby sister to the hands of your mother. You had lost Henry and everyone else in that fucking barn because you couldn't save them. You weren’t strong enough to save them and your mother butchered them all because of you. That was going to happen again, it was all going to happen again.

Suddenly, Daryl was in front of you.

His hands were on your shoulders, and you knew he was trying to talk, his lips were moving, but you couldn't hear anything over the blood rushing in your ears.

Images of Henry's head getting cut off flashed before you.

The way his body toppled to the ground, still twitching as his head rolled onto the floor in front of you. Your sisters ear-piercing screams filling the barn before your mother slaughtered the others.

Everything was replaying through your mind as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop it.

You weren’t even sure when, but you were now on the ground. Daryl was holding you into his chest as you hyperventilated, silent tears falling down your face.

"Hey, hey. Just listen to my voice, okay? I got ya, sweetheart. It's okay, breathe. Just breathe." Daryl whispered into your ear.

"Daryl, I'm sorry-" Carol began to say before he cut her off.

"Don't." He warned, his tone deadly serious. "Just get outta here. I got her."

You were vaguely aware of Carol walking away and after a few minutes your breathing began to even out as you rubbed your eyes with shaky hands.

"Shit." You sighed, realising that you just had a full on break down in the middle of Oceanside.

Great, that was just fucking perfect. As if these people didn't think you were bad enough as it was.

"Hey, it's okay. Nobody is watching." Daryl whispered like he could read your mind.

You glanced around the community, and he was right, nobody was giving the two of you a second look except for Connie. She was standing off to the side talking with her sister, but she kept glancing over at you with a worried look.

You caught Connie's eye for a moment from across the community as she signed 'are you okay?' and you nodded, but it was clear she didn't believe you.

"I'm sorry." Daryl whispered, bringing your attention back to your boyfriend who was still holding you.

"It's okay, I think... I think I'm going to head back to Alexandria."

You were already standing up and getting out Daryl’s arms before he had the chance to say anything. You rubbed your face with your hands, trying to get rid of any evidence of what just happened.

"Y/N, wait.” Daryl quickly said, grabbing your shoulder gently. “Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." You replied, although the roughness in your voice gave away your lie.

"Ya ain't fine. That was a panic attack and-"

"I said I'm fine." You said, raising your voice a little too loudly, but you didn't care.

Daryl opened his mouth to argue, but you didn't give him the chance before you turned around and walked off.

-

The following day, Alpha retaliated for crossing into her territory.

Waves after waves of walkers descended upon Alexandria. No matter how many you killed, they just kept coming.

Over 44 hours later, they were still coming. Until, a lone Whisperer showed up at the gate and announced that Alpha wanted to meet.

Michonne wasn't sure what to do, so she called a community meeting which was why you were all crammed inside a large building, but it didn't seem so large with everyone inside.

"Is this your mother?" Michonne asked, breaking the looming silence in the room. "Why does she want to talk to us?"

You looked over at her from where you were sitting at one of the tables, noticing everyone else in the room also now looking at you.

"You crossed into her land. Again. What did you think was going to happen?" You asked, looking around at everyone. "You have to answer for that." You added.

"We don't have to do anything. We could just not go." Aaron responded from where he was sitting at the front of the room with the rest of the council.

"That's a bad idea." Someone else commented.

"We're already under attack." Dante pointed out.

"Yeah!" The whole room practically shouted, but you shook your head.

"I don't even know if this is her. If Alpha wanted you dead, she'd send the horde. All of it, not just a few waves at a time."

"Maybe she's trying to wear us down first." Carol suggested, looking around at the group, but making a point to not look at you as you glared at her.

If this really was Alpha, this was Carol's fault. If she didn't get spotted by Alpha, this wouldn't be happening right now.

"Or, as I relayed to you all at the beginning of this meeting, there's plausible reason to believe that the satellite and fire-"Eugene began to say before Margo cut him off.

"I don't want to hear about the damn satellite anymore, Eugene! My friends died trying to save yours and ended up with their heads on spikes." She said before standing up from her chair. "The Highwaymen want justice!"

"Yeah!" Most of the people in the room shouted.

Margo grinned, looking at Michonne. "So, all I want to hear from you is that you're gonna take a dozen of us to meet these freaks at the border and that we're gonna take that lead bitch's head off!"

"We cut it off!" Gage shouted, joining in. "And then we put their heads on spikes!"

That seemed to work everyone up as they all began shouting over the top of each other about different ways to kill the Whisperers. You kept your head down, but you could feel Daryl watching you from across the room.

In the end, Michonne and the council decided to send a group to meet with Alpha. A group that did not include you.

You were furious that they wouldn't let you go because they thought you were too much of a risk, but they decided to let Carol go instead of you. That pissed you off even more and to make things worse, Daryl agreed.

So, while the group went to meet with Alpha, you were stuck in Alexandria, helping fight of the waves of walkers that still kept coming.

To your relief, the group returned the following day all unharmed.

Apparently, Carol had tried to shoot Alpha, risking all their lives in the process. You weren’t sure whether to be pissed at her for that, because she could have gotten Daryl hurt, but at the same time, you knew you would have tried to kill Alpha too if you were there.

But what did annoy you was that the following few days after, Carol had been locking herself away from everyone. She'd mostly stay in her room and Daryl would bring her food and water every few hours.

You didn't want to be the jealous girlfriend, but Carol was taking up so much of Daryl’s time. You were starting to feel like he had forgotten about you, which was ridiculous, but you couldn't help it. Daryl slept next to you at night, not Carol. Daryl kissed you, not Carol. So why were you jealous that he was trying to help his friend? It didn't make any sense, but you couldn't help the feeling.

The following morning, you woke up earlier than you would have liked, but you couldn't fall back to sleep no matter how hard you tried. Daryl laid beside you on the fold out couch that the two of you shared in the basement of Michonne's house. Dog and Ace were curled up on the mat beside the bed, fast asleep.

Carefully, you crawled out of bed, untangling yourself from Daryl's arms and the blankets before you changed into your jeans and tank top. You tied your flannel around your waist, unsure what the temperature was outside and not wanting to come back inside and risk waking Daryl if you wanted to put it on.

Ace and Dog both woke up, hearing your belt click as you clipped it on, double checking your hunting knife was strapped to it, along with your handgun on your hip which only had a couple of bullets left in the magazine. But you were saving them for an emergency.

You glanced back at Daryl, making sure he was asleep as you grabbed your sword, throwing it over your back before you walked out the room.

Ace followed without you having to say a word while Dog chose to remain by Daryl as you walked out the house.

Alexandria was quiet this early in the morning. The sun slowly rising above the walls of the community as you wandered down the street aimlessly, unsure of what to do while Ace walked beside you.

As the minutes ticked by, the residents of Alexandria began to awaken, but whenever they saw you walk past, they'd give you dirty looks. It wasn't like you weren’t used to it, they had been doing it for months now, but you just couldn't deal with it this morning.

So, you took Ace and the two of you sat on the grass between all the blankets hanging on clothes lines, blocking you from the Alexandrians that hated you.

This little spot had become your safe haven. You and Ace came here whenever you wanted to get away from everything and everyone, it was nice and quiet. Well, except for when Negan shows up, then it's never quiet. But it was sometimes nice to have the company.

Ace laid down beside you, resting her head in your lap as you sat there gently patting her.

"You looking for a job, kid?" Negan's voice suddenly asked.

You lifted your head to find him walking over to you with a smile.

"Just trying to clear my head."

"It's the third time this week I've found you here. You keep it up, you're gonna find socks with your name on them." Negan joked, trying to brighten your mood.

You appreciated his efforts, but you weren’t in the mood for jokes either. First with Carol taking up all of Daryl's attention, and all the side eyes from the Alexandrians or more specifically Margo and that Gage kid, you were sick of it.

"I'm just so sick of everything. Of everyone." You admitted, shaking your head.

Negan's expression softened as he walked over to you.

"These people who hate you. The ones giving you the side eye and trying to start shit, just ignore them-"

"I'm not just gonna smile and take it." You responded, looking down at Ace in your lap as you continued to pat her.

"I didn't say that. But, I also didn't say run and hide."

"You think I'm hiding?" You asked, looking up at him.

Negan shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you sure as shit don't come here just for my company or advice. I mean, look at me. When I'm not stuck in a cell, I'm working under supervision."

"Don't sell yourself short, Negan." You replied, causing him to look at you in surprise. "But, I'm kinda desperate, so what advice do you have for me that doesn't result in getting locked up in a cell?"

Negan chuckled, shaking his head before he knelt down beside you.

"Look, all those people, they're trying to get a reaction out of you. They wanna see you upset. Don't give that to them. Screw them."

You opened your mouth to reply, but didn't get the chance before Daryl suddenly barged his way through the hanging blankets.

"Let's go." He ordered, his voice dangerously low as he looked down at you and Negan sitting together angrily.

You shook your head, "I'm good."

"Now." He ordered more sternly, but that didn't do anything except piss you off even more.

You stood up, resting your hands on your hips as you glared at him.

"No. You're not the boss of me."

Daryl's expression hardened, but before he could say anything, Negan quickly stood up too.

"She is just trying to fit in." Negan tried to explain.

Daryl glanced over at Negan, his posture turning more tense as he stood up taller and took a step towards him.

"Well, that ain't ever gonna happen if she hangs out with you, now, is it?" Daryl growled.

He stared at Negan for a moment before he turned around, grabbing your arm and walking off.

Ace quickly followed as Daryl pulled you away from Negan before you yanked your arm free from his grasp and stormed off down the street.

"Y/N, wait." Daryl called out, jogging after you.

"We were just talking." You said, stopping in your tracks and turning to face him.

"He ain't your friend."

"He gets me." You said, but Daryl shook his head.

"Ya know all the shit he's done. I've told ya why he's in that damn cell. He doesn't get you. He's a murderer, Y/N." Daryl explained, but now it was you who was shaking your head.

"Yeah? Well, guess what? So are we!" You snapped, before turning around and walking off.

"Just stay away from him!" Daryl yelled, but you ignored him and kept walking.

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[cookies-over-yonder]

milk and cookies

Marco and Grant check on Link and Taylor after they seemingly forget to leave the door open during a sleepover, only to find that Taylor is having a panic attack.

ao3

Just as Grant is walking with Marco to their room to turn in for the night, he sees that Link's door is shut.

"I thought I told those two to keep it open," he whispers, stopping in his tracks.

He knocks tentatively, careful not to accidentally walk into something, because he knows very well how that feels, but also to remind the boys the rules of the house.

There's no answer, which might mean they're just sleeping, so Grant carefully turns the knob and opens the door with Marco by his side.

What he sees is not at all what he had expected.

Link is sitting on the bed across from and talking softly to Taylor, who's curled in on himself, shaking.

Marco seems to recover from his shock quicker, since he's already next to them asking what's wrong.

"He's having a panic attack," Link whispers, his own voice shaking a little. That much was already clear.

Taylor's shaky breaths start turning to bigger gasps and sobs, and Marco taps Link's shoulder, and Link shifts over, letting him sit across from Taylor.

Link is holding one of Taylor's hands and carressing his arm, and he glances away to lock eyes with Grant, still awkwardly lingering in the doorway.

Maybe he should come inside.

Yeah.

He sits on the edge of the bed by Link, watching Marco.

"Hey, Taylor?" he says in a gentle voice Grant has heard many times before, putting a hand over Taylor's.

Taylor has his knees drawn to his chest and he's crying and hyperventilating into them, and it sounds painful. Grant knows it's painful. He knows all too well.

"It's Marco, can you hear me, kiddo?"

Marco rubs his thumb across the back of Taylor's hand as he holds it.

Taylor whines, and pushes out a short, strained, "I can't breathe—" cut off by another sob.

It breaks Grant's heart. He may not know Taylor well, but he's been around the house for a while, and he clearly means the world to Link, so to see him suffering like this…

It reminds him of himself.

Thank god Marco is here, because if Grant tried to help, he'd probably just make it worse. Marco was always the best when it came to Link's anxiety too, and his own.

Taylor's gasps get louder, and Marco holds his hand tighter.

"You're okay, sweetie. You're having a panic attack, that's all. It'll pass, alright?"

With that, Taylor just barely nods, and Grant can see Marco's features soften into relief.

"Can you try and breathe with me, Taylor?" he says, leaning in a little closer.

Another nod.

"Okay, let's breathe in for five seconds."

Marco starts counting, and Grant takes a second to see how Link's doing.

Link is turned toward Taylor, but Grant sees him swipe away a few tears with his free hand, and he puts a hand on Link's shoulder and gives it a light squeeze.

Grant isn't sure how long it takes, but after a while, Taylor's breathing finally slows.

"How are you feeling?" Marco asks, sweet and careful as always.

Taylor lifts his head from his knees and looks at Marco. "I—I'm fine…" he averts his gaze, "sorry… I—sorry, I don't know why—sorry, sorry, sorry —"

His breathing picks up again, and he pulls his hand out from Marco's grasp to pull at his hair.

"Hey, hey, hey," Marco brings his hand back down before letting go again, "it's okay, kiddo. Just keep breathing."

Taylor nods, and wordlessly presses himself into Link's side. Link lets go of his hand in favour of wrapping an arm around him, pulling him close and kissing the top of his head.

"Would you like me to call your mom to pick you up?" Marco asks.

Taylor shakes his head and lets out a squeak, burying his face further in Link's side.

"Alright. We'll get you some water," he says, looking at Grant.

"Right," Grant says, squeezing Link's shoulder one more time before leaving the room.

…

When Grant returns with a glass, Marco is telling the boys to come and get them if they need help, no matter what time it is.

Link takes the cup of water from Grant and helps Taylor take a few sips, before putting it down on the bedside table.

Taylor closes his eyes and presses himself against Link, wrapping his arms around his torso. “‘M tired…”

“Okay, you two get some rest, and make sure you come get us if you need anything, okay?”

They both nod halfheartedly.

With that, Marco and Grant leave and head to their room.

“He didn’t want to talk about it at all,” Marco say, shutting the door behind them once they’re inside, “I’m gonna tell Cass in the morning.”

“I get it, I never wanted to talk about mine either,” Grant says, sitting in bed.

“I know, honey,” Marco says, sitting beside him and squeezing his arm.

…

In the middle of the night, Marco’s on his way to get a cup of water when he hears sobs coming from Link’s room.

“The—there was—was so much blood…” Marco hears Taylor sob.

“Taylor, hey, it’s okay, he’s okay, we saw him recently, remember?”

When Marco hears Taylor starting to hyperventilate again, he steps into the room with a light knock on the door.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“I had a—” Taylor gasps, “a nightmare…”

“Okay, hey,” Marco sits on the bed across from Taylor, “remember the breathing we did earlier? Let’s do some deep breaths, okay?”

Taylor nods, deliberately slowing down a little, and almost hiding in Link’s side.

He’s shaking all over, too.

“Why don’t we go down to get you a snack? How does milk and cookies sound?”

“Mhm…” Taylor nods, and Link scoops him up to carry him down the steps.

Link sets Taylor down in a chair ar the kitchen table and sits beside him, rubbing his back.

Marco prepares a couple plates of cookies and glasses of milk for the both of them before sitting on Taylor’s other side.

Taylor picks up a cookie and takes a bite, hand still shaking.

He puts the cookie back down and rests his elbows on the table and buries his head in his hands, groaning and then sucking in a shuddering breath.

Link pulls him into a side hug and kisses him on the cheek. He drops his hands from his face to hold one of Link’s.

“I know you didn’t want to talk about it earlier, but I’m just asking out of concern: have you had panic attacks before today?” Marco asks, putting a hand on his arm.

“Is that what that was?” Taylor asks. “When—when I couldn’t breathe and stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, uh, no, I mean—I get, like, asthma sometimes but that wasn’t… it was—it was—it was—” Taylor sighs, and Marco can see the frustration on his face from struggling to get the words out. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Marco says, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “I’m gonna teach you some grounding techniques in case that happens again, okay? I’m also going to let your mom know—”

“I don’t want to make her worry,” Taylor rushes to say, eyes wide.

“It’s better for her to know so she can help. People worry about you because they care about you,” Marco says.

“Can confirm,” Link chimes in, giving Taylor a peck on the lips.

Taylor leans into Link, draping his arms over his shoulders and resting his head against Link’s shoulder.

Link picks up the cookie Taylor was nibbling at earlier and feeds him another bite, and then Marco starts to run through some of the exercises he finds most helpful.

He’ll tell Cassandra tomorrow, and they’ll make sure Taylor will be alright.

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[shadowofahope]

We Are Liars

Pairing: rich college student! Changbin x college student reader

Warning: Flufffffff

Premise: He needed an out of his mothers attempts to set him up. Your summer schedule was empty. Maybe him asking you to be his fake girlfriend wasn't the worst idea. It did make a lot of sense. But then again it was too easy to say yes...

Word count: 4.7 K

Authors notes: Tada! I've been very overtired recently so please forgive the errors. I'll go back to fix them but for now I wanted you to have our lovely Changbin!

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“Every time I go back home my mother incessantly tries to set me up with her friends daughters, even their nieces. No matter how many times I tell her that I want to find love on my own, she just still pushes. I was so tired of it, I just blurted out I have a girlfriend.”

He looked tired, honestly. Him asking you out to a late night coffee run, you weren’t expecting to meet up with him looking so exhausted. He was always busy and the others always told him he looked tired but this seemed different, but you guessed this made sense now.

You sip your coffe nodding along to his words, setting it down on the metal table, leaning back to give him your full attention. “Ok, well why me?”

“She knows of you in our friend circle, but she’s never met you or seen us together. I panicked and you were the first person I thought of. Being friends already I figured it’d be the easiest sell.” 

The antsy leg bounces unde the table weren’t lost on you. Agitation wouldn’t be the right word for the look hardened on his face. You could see it clear as day though, he wasn’t one to mask his feelings or insecurities. 

“Fair enough.” Because it did make sense to some extent. If it was one of the other girls that hung around occasionally, you wouldn’t bet money on their acting abilities. Or honestly their inability to not have a crush on him. Most of them, as annoying as they were, were just around clinging like flies to hot trash. Trying almost anything to get the boys to notice him, Changbin being the easiest sell as he was the richest friend in the group. Or at least he had the richest parents, you had pointed out once to the caddy bunch. They made some comment about being the only male in the family and blah blah blah. You had walked away without saying anything at that point, you didn’t see a point in listening anymore.

“She started asking me all these questions about how we met, so I just told her we met through Minho, which is the truth, but then she demanded for me to bring you home this summer. So now I’m sitting in a deep dark whole that I dug for myself that I’m really hoping you’d help me out of…I’ll even pay you for it…” His eyes squeeze shut, creating crows feet around them, hands coming up in a praying nature, bottom lip coming out in a pout. Putting on his best pitiful show.

He really didn’t need to beg so hard, but it was cute. “Ok. I’ll help.”

“You’ll come home with me?” He sounded almost shocked, did he really think you’d protest to helping a friend?

“Yea. No one should be forced into anything. I feel bad enough for you.” You laugh at him, keeping a light air around you. You did feel bad for him, relationships were hard already but add on a pressure cooker of a mother and who knows what someone would be willing to do to release it.

Knowing Changbin and being close to Changbin were two different things. You had hung out within groups but never alone, until tonight. However, you had never felt uncomfortable around him or unsettled. It seemed easy enough, and if you had to act with PDA, it definitely didn’t help that he was attractive. Not someone you’d usually find yourself drawn to, but maybe you’d get to see a new side to the rich, muscle man.

“Seriously?!” His eyes light up, as he reaches his hand across the table to yours. “Thank you, thank you, so much. I’ll definitely repay you for everything!”

“However.” You try to mask your smile behind a mask of seriousness. “We are going to have to set up boundaries, those of PDA.” 

You use your head to gesture to his large hands still enveloping your smaller one. Not that you had a real problem with it, it was warm in the cool night air.

He chuckles nervously, “Yea, we don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable…”, pulling his hands back from you.

“That goes both ways.” You genuine smile returning. “How are you generally in relationships and around your friends and parents?”

Finding out the logistics before hand would be a better idea than going in blinde. Especially as your normal reaction to things is keeping space between you and other people. Be that mentally or physically. You don’t want to recoil suddenly if he went to hold you hand infront of his parents. That would put an end to your show rather quickly.

“Hm-” He stares off, slightly behind you in contemplation. “Well I would say I am slightly on the clingier side. I like to hold hands, cuddling or just be touching in general. I’m very open to letting everyone know I’m with someone, I tend to be possessive in that sense. Normally I’d use pet names too. But i’ve never brought someone home so I’m not really sure how I’d be. My guess would be probably the same.”

You mull over his words carefully, factoring in your ability to act with him. 

“Ok, Well I’m comfortable with the PDA level. I can accept clingy.” You coo at him. Who knew muscles had such a cute needy side. “Do you have a pet name you want to be called or can I wing it?”

“You can wing it. I don’t mind, I tend to use baby for my partners.”

“Baby it is.” You stand up, grabbing your coffee off the table. “Well shall we go create some evidence?” 

“Evidence?” He eyes you suspiciously. 

“Yep. Lets take some photos of us, plus I can use one as my lockscreen” 

“That’s a cute idea! I want one too.” He exclaims clambering to his feet to join you in your walk down the street. He catches up with you rather quickly, which doesnt surprise you at all. But his next words do catch you off guard. “Should we practice?” 

“Practice?”

His hand slides down your exposed wrist, fingers slotting between yours to intertwine your hands. Lifting your joined hands up for you to get a good view of them.

“Practice.” Something about that look he gives you makes you want to wipe that smirk off his face. If he thinks he can beat you in the cheekiness department, he is utterly wrong. 

“Then how about kissing? Do we ignore that or should we practice?” 

The innocence in your voice is lost behind the sounds of him chocking, followed by your hysterical laughing. Neither of you letting go of eachother, creating fake memories for the trip to come.

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“Nervous?”

“Yes and no.” You explain. “On one hand if it doesn’t go well, its not the end of the world because were not actually together. On the other, it’ll be a really awkward homecoming for you if this doesn’t work.”

“Fair points. Just be yourself, with a little bit of me.” 

You roll your eyes at him, turning to look out the window. The drive was 4 hours overall, which you had spent 3 hours just talking and getting to know eachother, flushing out details like; how long have you been official, were exactly you met, first dates, etc. Obvious questions anyone might ask. Somehow you started talking about your childhoods and siblings, turning to various ex’s. Leading you to mention that your last relationship failed because of toxicity, but he allowed you to ghost over it. Not wanting to dwell or talk about it. You may be having to fake being vulnerable, but there was no way you’d actually show it now.

8 minutes left of your journey in the comfort of his slightly sporty highly expensive car with your own personal chauffeur, 4 hours was a breeze. 

And just like you assumed, when he pulled up to the beach house his parents and sister were waiting out front for the two of you. Their eagerness to meet you was overwhelming but you held it together well. Open arms for hugging, warm welcomes and benign ushered inside to chat about the detaisl they were dying to know. 

How remarkably easy it was to walk around on a tour with his hand in yours, luggage moved to your shared room for the nights you’ll be staying. His mother making a fuss about you two needing to share a bed because no matter where she would set up Changbin she knew her son would sneak back to you. Remarks she made, making you turn an eye to his, although he dodged eye contact very well. 

Physical contact you both had made sure you were accustomed to, so even without thinking you would seek eachother out. Small kisses here and there, pecks on the cheek or forehead. His favourite place to keep his hand you found was on your lower back. So trip through the small town with his mother, also meant a large amount of teasing from her. His need to hold onto you continuously, she’d laugh at, pester him about being possessive and smitten with you. 

Which is exactly what you both had planned. So shockingly convincing you were, it became comfortable. Easy. His warmth was contagious. 

Not only his, but his whole family. From baking in the kitchen with his mother, to discussing with his dad about his favourite starwars movie in the franchise, to going out on lunch dates with his older sister talking about her drama filled work place and the guy she had a crush on in the office. 

Watching him interacting with his family on calm nights like this, started making you think of things that were no longer possible. What it would be like to have someone like him love you, have his family love you.

Thinking back to last summer, the idea of dating again seemed like eons away. Leaving one toxic relationship behind you didn’t want to let yourself become that comfortable again. Setting yourself away on a shelf, adorned with forgotten trinkets of other peoples pasts. 

Maybe that’s why you didn’t know how to act in a healthy relationship. Letting him set up his boundaries and agreeing with them meant he wouldn’t know that you were broken in a way. The unrelenting bluntness and over communication made some relationships weaker, but on another hand made many stronger. 

Minho knew everything you went through with your ex, his uncompromising support for you to make your own choices, but also his need to scold you when you were being careless flourished your mere ‘childhood friends’ title to best friends. Over the years, no matter what friends you each made he kept your secrets adn you kept his. 

But maybe it was time to share them with someone new. You’d never felt so welcome and at home with a partner before. It would be easy to get swept away by his parents and sister, swept out to sea from high tide, until when? You’d find yourself buried under the think sand, suffocating to feel this love again? 

In this moment, you wouldnt let yourself dwell on anything. 

A ping from a phone set down next to you grabs your attention. Changbins screen lights up with text notification. 

“My love,” You call out, catching his attention. “Your friend messaged you about tonight.” 

He doesnt hesitate in bounding over to you, settling down next to you, arm resting behind you on the back of the couch. He unlocks his phone, opening the text nodding at it before angling the phone for you to see. 

You read it over quickly, before his mother observes “Are you two planning to go out tonight?” 

“Just him” You smile at her, but continue explaining as she looks a little irritated with her son. “He’s going to have a drink with his old friends while I take advantage of the jacuzzi tub in his bathroom.”

“She’s been eyeing it for a while now.” He leans over to land a gentle kiss on your temple, a soft smile forms on your face. 

“Alright…” She says unsure, but drops it nevertheless. 

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They’d been out for a few hours now, going to their favourite club when they were younger. It was a little closer to town, so they had carpooled together. You had waved at them when they left, and he remembers thinking how at ease he would be if this relationship were real. 

Now he’s many drinks in, and a few of them are tipsier then others. Him being one of the drunker ones.

“So when are we gonna meet this girlfriend of yours Bin?” His friend remarks, raising his voice to be heard over the loud music playing. 

“How bout right now.” He shouts back, struggling to pull out his phone from his back pocket whilst still sitting on it. 

“Man it’s 3 in the morning, you think she’s gonna be awake?” His other friend leans closer to him, making sure he doesn’t fall off his chair as he fights his jeans.

“Mhm!” Finally managing to rescue his phone from its compounds he carefully calls your num ber. It only takes a few rings before it connects. He smirks to himself, he knew you’d be awake. 

“BABY!” Shouts gleefully into the phone.

An airy chuckle comes through the receiver. 

“Yes my love?” Your warm sound already making him feel sleepy.

“Would you be able to pick me up from the club? I don wanna take a taxi.” His words slightly slur, but he fights through the fog of the alcohol. A pout forms on his lips, one he forgets that you can’t see.

“Where are your keys?”

“On my gym bag” He sings, knowing he’s won. 

“Do you want me to come get you now?” 

“Yesssss pleassssssse” Now there’s no hiding his sleepiness. 

“Be there soon.”

“Yay!” Cheering he hangs up, turning to his friends.

“There you go! Now you’ll get to see how beautiful and amazing she is.” Turning serious. “Now none of you go falling for her, she’s taken”

He doesn’t wait for them to respond, instead he clambers to his feet to push his way through the crowd to make it outside. You were coming to get him, he wanted to be there. He was excited to see you again, even though it hadn’t been that long since he left you behind he had already begun to miss you the moment they drove away.

His friends follow him through the mass, making sure he doesn’t stumble too far to hurt himself. Or anyone else for that matter.

His body vibrates in impatience and delight when he sees his car pulling up.

“BABY! You’re here.” He shouts gleefully as he slings himself onto you in a too tight embrace as soon as you step up on the curb. He pulls back just to pout at you and look down at your clothes. “But why do you have to look so cute?”

You had dropped your book and slipped into the closest things you could find, that wasn’t your pjs, which at the time you had grabbed one of his shirt’s and a pair of your jean shorts. Your hair in a messy ponytail tail with your glasses still on your face, you couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness.

Ruffling his hair you coo at him “cmon you drunk, lets get you home.”

“Here, we can help.” Two of his friends attempt to pry him off of you and usher him into the car.

“I want bed and cuddles” he whines as you break contact. 

“You know what would get you bed and cuddles faster? If you weren’t so drunk” you laugh at his plight. 

“Hi y/n, I’m Wooyoung.” A hand comes out for you to shake. “Sorry for the lousy first meeting.”

“Honestly it’s ok, it’s still nice to meet you Wooyoung”

The gir standing behind himl snubs her nose at you but you pay her no mind as the other two guys come round the car also giving their introductions, to then point out the female and drop her name. You only nod at her.

You hear a scuffle behind you as changbin starts to re-emerge from his seat, trying to make another break for you. The males run round to stop him. 

Heels click next to you. Something grateing about the voice makes your skin feel icky. “He let’s you drive his car.” 

That was definitely a statement, not a question. But still you felt a tug to answer.

“Sometimes.” You smile watching the men fight, before turning to her “have a good night”

“Changbin! If you want bed and cuddles you need to get into the car.” You tell him sternly.

He gives you a goofy smile before giving a “goodnight guys” and disappearing into the car.

“Have a good night y/n, it was nice meeting you again.”

“You guys as well. Hopefully I’ll see you soon.” A smile once again before climbing into the drivers seat and heading towards the beach house.

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“Remind me not to drink that much again.” Changbin groans, rolling over holding his head in pain. 

“I don’t know, you were pretty cute.” You mock contemplation, tapping your chin with your finger in consideration. Sitting on the edge of your shared bed, you’re already dressed and ready for the day. You had graciously let him sleep in a little longer before waking him up.

“I was what?” He shoots you a look from his hiding spot. 

“You heard me. If I had known you were like that I would have drank with you guys more often.” The smirk on your face might as well be permanently plastered there. This was something you weren’t going to forget easily. 

“What did I do?”

You don’t answer, walking across the room to pick up his phone. You unlock it, clicking on the video that Wooyoung sent him before tossing it onto the bed next to him. He scrambles to reach it, sitting up to watch carefully. Forgetting about the pain he was just in.

“Did I actually demand bed and cuddles from you?” 

“The whole drive home.” You laugh evilly, heading out the door. “Now get dressed my love, your mother said brunch is ready.” 

You hear a muffled mumble from behind you, but you don’t bother to check on it. You head down for food.

Halfway through food, he gets a call. Quickly leaving to answer it, leaving you and his mother and sister to continue eating and chatting. It doesn’t take him long to return. Hand on your back, but talking to the group. 

“Dad wants me to go with him to the office today.” He sighs dejectively. He eyes you meekly, you’re unsure if he’s upset because of the hangover or he wanted to stay with you. You didn’t do much throughout the day anyways. You liked reading while listening to the waves, sometimes zoning out at the view even. 

“Oh ok, I’ll stay here and help with the set up for tonight.” You smile up at him. Purposefully setting the question aside for later when it would be just the two of you again. 

The at end summer party his family threw every year was tonight. They invited all their friends and their families to it. Changbin mentioned he hated it the most as that’s when his mother would stop her subtle hints at setting him up and blatantly attempt to arrange dates for him. This time thankfully he had you, so he could actually enjoy the night.

“Are you sure?” His puppy dog pout comes back, you can’t help but laugh, reaching up to kiss him ont he cheek in hopes of cheering up.

“I’d love to have her help.” His mother sings from the other side of the table. “We’ll be alright.”

“I can take her shopping later to pick out a dress for tonight!” His sister speaks up.

“Noona, you don’t have to.” He tries to derail.

“Of course I dont, but I want to spend some quality time with my sister-in-law!” She squeaks happily, putting on an overdramatic show just to annoy her brother. 

“Upgraded already?” Changbin chimes, giving you a pointed look. “Did you put my family under a spell or something? Why do they love you so much?” 

Both of you break into matching smiles. He gives you a quick peck on the lips, before turning to leave the room.

Your smile doesn’t recede when you watch his back as he leaves, turning back to food you find his sister and his mother beaming at you. 

Excited giggles and chatter from the other two about the party when they decide to stop staring at you.

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“Are you positive that this is necessary?” You call out from the dressing room. 

You had tried on countless dresses, creating your own fashion show when you’d unveil them to her. But each time them seeming not quite right to either of you. 

“You can’t wear my brothers shirts forever.” She calls back.

“Says you.” You mumble, still loud enough for her to hear. You can make out her faint laughter through the door. 

“Ok, last one then we’ll head home.” You dont react in time to her flinging the bottom of a dress over your door onto your head. You can’t stop yourself from outright laughing at her eagerness.

“Fine.” 

Hanging the dress up on the hook you can now take a moment to look at it. A periwinkle empire waist full length dress, full flowy skirt bottom, with a shimmer of silver over the thin strap. Huh, something about this one pulls you in. You don’t realize your staring at it for so long until you hear her ask.

“Is it on?” 

“Uh, one more minute.” 

You slide the soft over your skin, the complimenting colour to you skin tone giving you a slight glow. Somehow out of the million dress you’ve tried on this one seems to fit perfectly. The zipper glides up, creating a snug but comfortable fit. 

“Ready!” You call out.

Stepping out you don’t wait to look at her reaction. Spinning around to look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes widen.

“This one.” You sigh.

“This one.” She smiles at you in the reflection.

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“You look….” He scans the dress, to your hair and makeup. A light glow on your skin, his sister insisted on. Spending the evening getting ready with her allowed you to surprise him with the look for tonight. “...amazing,”

“Thank you. You’re looking very handsome in this look. I think I like it.” You tease, eyeing him up and down dramatically. And he did, the black slacks and white button up loosley buttoned was definitely a good look for him. Slightly snug in all the right places, biceps and thighs to be exact. Both equally impressive. 

“Oh we like it hm?” He teases back. Maye you should reevaluate your ‘type’.

“Mm, might need to request we go to parties like this more often.” You laugh at the idea.

“Then lets get this party over with and I’m all yours to stare at.” His chuckle comes out genuine as he grabs your hand and leads you down the stairs.

When entering the party area Wooyoung makes himself known to the two of you. Hurriedly you make your way over, joining the large group there. Introductions of more of their oldtime friends turns to introductions to uncles and aunts and other family friends and at one point you think your head is about to start spinning with how many people you’ve just met in such a short time. 

Even then, the smile on your face never wavers. Nor does his. 

Eventually you find yourself in a conversation with his dad on the couch with an uncle of his and a family friend. You weren’t a huge fan of heels so you ending up opting to sit down with his father as he continued talking to his friends.

But like the whole trip here, your time without him was short. Your phone vibrates in your hand.

You give him a cheeky smirk before leaning over to tell his father where you were going and excusing yourseslf. You meet eachother at the back door. Heels left behind on the porch, hands intertwined you begin walking down the beach towards the water.

“Couldn’t stay away huh?” You tease, the breeze off the water feeling like bliss through your hair. It was starting to get a little too warm in the crowded house. 

“You seemed to be having fun though, talking to other people…” You catch the accusation in his words.

“Jealous of your own dad?” You pry farther. 

“Yes. Jealous of anyone who gets to spend time with you.” Once again his infamous pout appears. This pout would be the death of you. 

The cutest muscle man you’d ever seen. One you’d been allowed to see close up and personal for what feels like forever but also only a moment in time. 

“Confession time” He stills your walk when you reach the waters edge.

“I think I’ve been forgetting that all of this is fake.” He holds up your hands to look at them, and how perfectly they fit together. Slowly he lets go, dropping them and takes a step away. 

You take a deep breath, before taking a few steps into the cool night water. Honesty and communication had always been your thing, the two of you. Easy reading others and their needs but also able to talk about what you wanted openly. Maybe that’s what made this work.

“You’re not the only one.” You admit, feeling the water rise and fall with the ebbing tide.

“What do we do?” He whispers, you turn to face him still on the beach. “I don’t know if I can go back….. I don’t want to go back.”

“Then, it sounds like we only have one option.” It all made sense, but then again nothing made sense. You didn’t have to think with Changbin, you just had to be. “We stop lying. Stop pretending. We stop faking.” 

He takes hesitant steps into the water. Standing in front of you. “From now on, its real? Every moment, every kiss, every word, every touch. All real?”

Letting his words sink you, you think about what he’s asking.

“It’s already been real for me.”

You see the realization dawn on him. Cups your face and kisses you. Kisses you for all the kisses that contained the lies you told together. 

“And I’ll be taking my payment in kisses please.” You manage between an onslaught of kisses and giggles. His arms wrapping around you keeping you close to him, the light in his eyes igniting into something more mischievous.

“I can think of another way for payment if you’ll accept it.” 

You pretend to mull it over before hungrily kissing him, your tongue slipping into his mouth. A moan esapes him when you push him further to then pull away. 

“From you? Payment accepted.” You give him a peck before pushing against his chest and running up the beach towards the house. Hell catch up quickly, you know that for a fact, but you also know he knows exactly where you’re headed. To his bedroom. The first night of you being together, no longer liars but two people loving eachother. 

In the warmth of the truth. 

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[it-was-funeral-grey]

Phantoms of you (Ghost x F!Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: It's always easier to admit something when you think you have nothing to lose.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, mentions of kissing, vulgarities, weapons, violence, death and destruction, mentions of food and birthdays, Simon is taller than reader.

Word count: <2.8k

Inspired by: Phantom of the Opera - Andrew Lloyd Webber

"And do I dream again? For now I find, the Phantom of the opera is there."

Author's note: I hope this is ok, i tried :')

Please give criticism! Also, if i missed any warnings, do tell me so i can add them!

The server had offered him a new job. Something about eliminating an ex-intelligence agent that had accessed the server.

He'll take any job. It doesn't matter how tough.

Anything to keep his mind off her.

("Oh my god! Yes!")

Her.

Her with somebody else.

(Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the man, offering a hand to help him off the floor.

Simon doesn't remember ever being able to make her look at him like that.)

Her.

Her and her new ring.

(She had held his hand so gently as he stood up.

She was always so, so gentle.)

His Dahila.

Fuck.

Simon slams the car door shut, and the loud sound temporarily silences the sound of her laughter in his head.

The mission, Simon thinks. Focus.

"What the hell, LT?" a man complains. "We're supposed to be quiet! What if we get caught?"

Not a bad idea, Simon decides. He'd gladly give himself up if it meant he'd stop thinking about her. He'll gift wrap himself up. Tie a bow on his head. They'd torture and mock him, and he'd thank them.

The pain of torture is a small price to pay to distract him from the ache in his chest.

Maybe he should include a thank you card as well.

(She had made him a card for his birthday.)

No, don't start now.

Ignoring his sergeant, Simon walks away from the car, pushing past branches to look over the cliff. A short distance below, amongst the trees, stands a dirty, small building about four stories tall. A small jump is all it'd take to access the roof.

(She had cut out little ghosts from papers of all colours and stuck them onto the front of the card.

"It's you, Simon! Mini yous!")

By the time Simon returns to the car, Soap has already laid out their weapon in the car boot.

"Get the rappelling gear out," Simon instructs, moving over to him. "A building with four stories. No windows. No enemies on the ground. Make a jump to the roof - it's a small jump - and head down. I'll head up and meet you halfway."

"Got it." Soap replies, leaning further into the boot to retrieve the gear, while Simon starts to check their weapons.

(She had sprinkled glitter all over the front page of the card. He was washing glitter off his person for days after. Gaz and Soap had made fun of him for weeks.)

Stop. Simon lets out a grunt and squeezes his eyes shut.

"Alright, LT?" Soap's voice is laced with concern as he hands the gear over.

Great, Simon thinks. Now Soap is worried.

"Nothin' to worry about," Simon curtly replies, placing the gear on the floor. "Carry on." He then resumes his weapon check, giving his rifle a once over.

(Inside, she had drawn an adorable picture of the two of them. A stick man with a skull face was him, while a stick woman holding a flower to his side was her. The two figures had a bent line attaching them to each other, which he assumes is supposed to represent them holding hands.)

Simon grabs a loaded magazine, missing the magazine well twice before finally managing to insert it into the rifle.

(Above the two figures, a 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' was written, every letter of a different colour. Simon had never known that there were so many colours.

Once again, she shows him that life is full of surprises, and he feels like a child discovering something new and exciting again.)

Simon reaches for his pistol, nearly dropping it as he checks it. He ignores Soap's concerned glance, opting to prove that he's fine by expertly reloading the gun.

(She had used stickers of trees and flowers to make a garden for the figures to stand in. The card is beautiful.

But the sight next to him was absolutely breathtaking.)

He ends up hitting the pistol out of his hands with its magazine. Soap looks away, pretending not to see his lieutenant's slip up.

Cheeks burning under the balaclava and white skull mask, Simon picks up the pistol, forcing it into his thigh holster with a vengeance. Standing up, he gathers his knives, inspecting each and every one of them.

(She was blushing.

Oh lord.

Her eyes shift from side to side as she fidgets with her fingers. She looks so shy, so precious, and so, so cute.

Hang him for lying if he said he didn't get an ego boost, knowing he was the cause. His hand clenches a throw pillow, fighting the urge to reach out and touch her and-

"Could you…turn to the back of the card?" she whispered her request, shifting uncomfortably on the couch beside him.

How could he refuse his beautiful woman?

Reluctantly pulling his eyes from her, he looks back down at the card, turning it around…

And is greeted by a blank page.

"Hm? There's noth-"

A hand cups his cheek, and there's a warm, light pressure on the other. He feels her press into his side, her warmth immediately spreading over his arms.

She's so close.

But it's all gone in less than a second.)

Enough, Simon pleads to himself. But it seemed the more he tried to run away, the faster the memories chased him.

The memories sting like salt in a wound, reminding him of what he had, and had so carelessly thrown away.

He should have been stronger. He should have had more trust in them. He should have explained what was happening and dealt with it together with her.

But he didn't.

(Simon stares at her as she pulls away, sitting back down.)

Fuckin' hell.

(She's nervous as she gazes up at him, face entirely flushed.)

Simon grips the hilt of his knife so hard it cracks.

(A second that feels like an eternity of silence passes.

She hides her face behind her hands.

Don't do that.

Gently pulling her hands away from her face, Simon pins them into the couch's backrest, shifting to stand in front of her.

"I'm so sorry! I should have asked you first I-"

"Don't do that."

"I'm really sorry! I'll-"

"Don't ever hide your face from me."

"Huh?!"

And the last of Simon's self-control disappears.)

"Bloody, fuckin' hell!" with a yell, Simon thrust the knife into the nearest surface, the blade digging deep into the inner side of the car boot.

"Jesus, LT! What's gotten into ya?"

(The feel of her lips against his. Her arms pulling him closer. The look in her eyes when he-)

It's too much. Every memory shatters his heart into impossibly smaller pieces.

Everything reminds him of her. He can't block it. He's always prided himself on having the perfect defence in combat, but when it comes to her, he's helpless.

(He could confide in her every dark thought, memory and thing he'd done.

She'd accept him as he is. Listening as he falls apart in her embrace.

And Simon thinks that for her, he wants to be stronger. To be better. To be a happier person, all for her.)

This has to stop before it gets Soap and him killed. He needs to calm down.

Simon examines the area. Recalling the route here, Simon remembers that they had driven past a field not far from their current location.

"We leave in fifteen. I need to take a walk."

"LT!"

Most people think intelligence agents are 'super spies' and carry out dangerous missions to obtain tidbits of information.

They couldn't be more wrong.

Intelligence agents are no different than regular folk. They run to catch the bus to work. They worry about rent. They wonder what they're having for lunch.

They really are just regular people. Minus the fact that they manage and collect top-secret military data daily.

As an intelligence agent, your role is simple. Organise and analyse the data you collect from espionage agents and send it to the respective teams that require them via the Special Ops server. It's pretty much an office job with regular hours.

(It is rare that intelligence agents would be assigned to work directly with special ops teams, let alone be able to speak with them.

"You'll be working with a soldier from the UK. You are temporarily relieved of all other duties until this mission is finished."

"A single soldier? Not a team?"

"Yeah, he's that good. Focus all your efforts on making sure he completes his mission.")

After the laptop crashed, Samuel freaked out.

("The fuck did you just do?" He shouts, reaching over to the laptop.

"It's normal for laptops like yours to crash when accessing the server," you replied, flinching when Samuel slammed the laptop shut. "Normal laptops aren't built to handle that much data all at once. You'll need to replace the CPU."

A lie. That wasn't why it crashed. But it seemed to convince Samuel.

"So? Who are they?"

"Task force 141."

"…That's all you've got?" He huffs. "That's not enough."

"If you get me another laptop, I can search up more." you plead.

He'll kill you and Max the moment you have no use.

You need more time.

"Ha! It'll just crash like this one!"

"But I'm faster than that," you assure. "Now that I know what team I'm looking for, I'll have enough time to access their files before the computer crashes again."

There's silence as Samuel considers your proposal.

"Fine," Samuel concedes. "I'll get you another laptop."

You fight back a sigh of relief.

Grabbing the broken device, Samuel walks to the ladder and climbs out of the basement, leaving you alone.)

Your sense of time has gone to hell.

You're not sure how long it's been since Samuel left, but you're thankful for a moment of solitude.

A lonely, final moment of peace before you either get burned alive with Max or get gunned down by Special Ops. You hope it's the latter.

Knowing how fast the intelligence team is, a Special Ops team is probably on their way to kill you. Or maybe they're already here, preparing to strike.

You retired from the intelligence team 3 years ago.

Accessing the server again means that Special Ops would come, and that's what you want. Thankfully, Samuel didn't know that. He's always been careless.

The Special Ops will come here, kill your captors and save Max.

But they'd kill you too.

To them, Max is a prisoner. But you are a traitor who sells secrets to enemies.

They won't hear you out. They'll shoot you and bring your corpse back for verification before dumping you into an unmarked grave.

Yeah, you've heard the stories. You've even helped to track down people like you before.

Tears cloud your vision, but you blink them away.

No, you can't cry. If you do, that'll make things worse.

("Let it out, love," Simon had whispered in your ear. "I'm here.")

God dammit.

("Hey, look at me," Simon's voice is gentle yet commanding. Dropping his gun, he cups your face. "I said look at me. You're safe now."

Your knees buckle, and Simon slowly lowers you to the ground. He held you close, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you sobbed into his vest.

He lets you stay like that for a while before standing and helping you up.

"We have to go.")

Pathetic.

You're going to die, and the only person you think about is him.

A tear rolls down your cheeks.

Him.

Him and the way he saved your life that night.

(There were tears in her eyes as she aimed the gun at you.

"Please…just walk away."

"You know I can't do that, Eliza-"

"Yes, you can! Just turn around and go!" Her grip on the trigger tightened.

"Eliza, please!"

"I won't shoot! I promise! Just go-"

A gunshot.

She was on the ground now. Something is pooling beneath her.)

Him.

Him and meeting in person for the first time.

("Are you alright?" a voice asks.

It sounds so familiar.

It sounds like him.

You can't respond. You can't move.

Your eyes are fixed on Eliza as she dies before you.

The sound of footsteps.

Now there's someone in a white skull mask before you, blocking you.

The only thing you see is him.)

You can't control it. You clamp a hand over your mouth as you begin to sob.

Him.

Him and the way he had carried you to safety.

(Simon had you in a bridal carry, darting through the trees as bullets whizzed past.

"Close your eyes," he pants. "It'll be over soon."

He suddenly lurches forward, and you feel his arm around you tense.

You let out a gasp. He's been shot!

"It's fine," he groans, readjusting his grip on you. "Hold on tight."

He doesn't stop running, even as more bullets begin to pierce his body.

His grip on you never loosened. Even when you begged him to let you down so you could help him.

He doesn't stop.

Not until you were safe.)

There are shouts from above, followed by the sound of gunshots.

They're here.

("I won't…let anyone hurt you," he had promised, voice slurring. "No…one, you hear?"

It took two medics to pull your hands out of his.

Still trying to protect you, even when delirious from blood loss. That spoke volumes about the strength of his resolve.)

You promised, you whimper. Where are you, Simon?

Wiping your tears, you let out a hollow laugh.

Of course you're not coming.

There's no Simon to save you now.

I want to see you, Simon. Just one last time, ok?

You humour yourself for a moment, squeezing your eyes shut. Maybe if you try and imagine hard enough, he'd appear before you.

Above, the pounding of footsteps mixed with gunshots intensifies.

I waited for you, Simon. Every day. I'd take the long way home after work just to check if you're at the bar.

Feelings you had locked shut come pouring out of your heart. But the one you wanted to give those feeling to isn't here.

I found someone new, Simon. He treats me kindly. He helps out at the shop sometimes. He proposed to me. We're getting married.

The shouts of men pierce through the basement hatch.

But I still take the long way home. I still wear the ring you made me. I still make you a birthday card every year.

It's quieter now, with only the occasional firing of a gun.

They're checking their kills. Your captors are dead.

It'd only be a moment before they check the basement.

Do you know why, Simon?

There are footsteps directly above you. You hear a man mutter something.

Do you know why, Simon?

You don't want to admit it, even if it's to yourself.

You hear the hatch above you open. Your fingers tremble. Your heart pounds inside your chest. Your squeeze your eyes even harder, preparing yourself.

You don't want to die. You're not ready to go.

I'm scared, Simon.

Someone lands on the basement floor. You hear the rustling of gear.

"She's here, LT!" a voice calls out.

You hear the sound of a gun reloading, and another person lands in the basement.

You want to run. You want the opportunity to at least try to run for your life. But Samuel had chained your legs to the chair. There's no chance of escape.

Do you know why, Simon?

One set of footsteps quickly approaches you. You clench your jaw.

"LT…?"

Any second now, the killing shot is coming.

Do you really want to leave without even admitting it one last time?

Do you know why, Simon?

"Because I love you, Simon!" it comes out more like a cry, than a declaration.

There, you've said it.

You still love Simon Riley.

You have never stopped loving him.

Despite your heart pounding in fear, you feel at peace.

There's silence in the room, but not a second later, it's broken by the sound of a rifle shifting.

Taking aim for your head, you suppose.

But just as you hear that, there's a loud thud and a groan.

"What the FUCK, LT!"

The loud sound shocks your eyes open. You look up from your lap, wondering what is dragging out your imminent execution.

Just to be greeted by the sight of a man in a white skull mask.

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[behindthewanderlust]

Noodle’s Gift

Characters - Noodle, Murdoc, Russel, 2D

Summary - It’s Murdoc’s birthday and all he wants is to get the day over with. It’s a good thing Noodle’s a good kid

Word Count - 1,284

Warnings - Everyone is OOC (sorry), Murdoc wallowing in his own sadness, this is ooold

A/N - A really bad fic I wrote last year😭 I gladly welcome constructive criticism! Anything that’ll help me improve :)

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The sun shining through the window awoke Murdoc. He did his best to avoid it by rolling over, but the stubborn sunlight kept invading his room. Accepting defeat, he grumbled as he kicked his sheets off and got out of bed. Murdoc started to make his way to the bathroom, each step reminding him of what day it was.

Step.

June

Step.

Sixth

Step.

2005

Step.

Your

Step.

39th

Step.

Birthday.

His face naturally twisted into the usual scowl it always carries. Birthdays had never been great for Murdoc. As a kid, all he wanted was a nice birthday party. As an adult, he couldn’t care less about the day.

His scowl grew deeper as he remembered the pencil his father got him for his eleventh birthday.

Fucking Sebastian, he thought, couldn’t have at least pretended to care for a second and get me something I didn’t already have.

Sharp rattles were suddenly heard on the door and Russel’s deep voice was heard. “‘D and I made breakfast, you should come eat.”

“Fine,” Murdoc grumbled, “I’ll be down in a minute.”

Russel’s feet shuffled away while Murdoc quickly put his pants on and made his way to the kitchen, wanting to get breakfast over with so he could come back to his room and be miserable.

Breakfast was quiet. 2D and Russ tried to celebrate Murdoc’s birthday back in ‘98, but were met with his shouts and curses, so they never uttered a word about his birthday since. Russel had shared what had happened to Noodle, who never mentioned his birthday, heeding Russel’s warning. This year was different. Noodle was stubborn. Some may say she was too stubborn.

Noodle scarfed down her breakfast despite multiple warnings from Russel and 2D. She didn’t bother listening though. She was excited! She took another bite of food and prepared to speak with her mouth full before she was interrupted by heavy coughs.

Russel, who was closest to her, immediately began patting her back to get her to stop choking.

“Now I don’t know how many times we told you to slow down while you eat,” Russel gently scolded once she stopped choking, “slow down and stop eating like an animal!”

“Sorry, Russ!” she began, “I just-”

“We don’t know what we’d do if this turned into something serious!” 2D jokes, not meaning to interrupt.

“Sorry, I just-“ interrupted again.

“I don’t know any of that CPR stuff, love, Dents here would’ve had to revive ya, and I don’t think any of us would like that,” Murdoc half joked.

“Sorry-“

“You gotta start listening to us when we tell you things! We don’t nag just to nag, y’know,” Russel continued.

Noodle internally groaned. Today is her day to make Murdoc feel nice! And here they are, fussing over her.

“Sorry,” she finally managed to say, “I’m just excited.”

2D was the first to speak up, “about what?”

“You’ll see!”

Breakfast continued to be uneventful, with the boys sneaking glances at Noodle to make sure she ate slowly.

2D had offered to wash the dishes, and began collecting them to put in the sink. Noodle beamed, she could finally do what she wanted to do! With a quick, be right back!, she darted to her room. She gently collected her gifts for Murdoc and walked back to the kitchen.

“Surprise! Happy birthday!” she shrieked, setting her gifts on the table in front of Murdoc, who looked at her in shock. A small red velvet cake, a birthday card with crudely drawn art of the members on the front, and a green balloon sat in front of him. He sat there in shock, not knowing what to do with himself. He had never seen that many birthday gifts before, and he never thought he’d see so many presents addressed to him.

“…do you like it?” she squeaked out.

Murdoc had gone quiet since she walked back in the kitchen. Noodle began to second guess this decision, but a soft hug from Murdoc killed those thoughts.

“…I appreciate this, Noodle,” he managed to get out. He ruffled her hair and frowned, “didn’t have to get me anything, though.”

“I wanted to! I’ve never gotten you anything before,” she smiled.

At first, Russel and 2D were quiet. They were both worried Murdoc would react poorly to the gifts. Russel, relieved to see Murdoc hugging Noodle, broke his silence.

“Happy birthday, Murdoc. Hope it’s a good one.”

2D quietly stood and started to walk over the counter. Murdoc glanced over, suddenly remembering how he yelled at him and Russ the last time he tried to celebrate his birthday. Murdoc began to speak before 2D cut him off.

“I brought plates for the cake,” 2D began to nervously say, “happy birthday, Mudz.”

“Thanks Dents, you too, Russ.”

Noodle clasped her hands together, glad that her gift had been so well received. She quickly grabbed the knife to cut the cake, the fact that she should probably sing the ‘happy birthday’ song slipping her mind. She gave the first piece to the birthday boy, then Russel, 2D, and finally herself. The band enjoyed a nice and quiet moment while happily munching on their slices. Noodle occasionally looked up at Murdoc, curious to see if he was enjoying the cake as much as she was.

On the other end, Murdoc snuck glances at his bandmates (mostly Noodle). He’d never had a birthday celebration, he didn’t exactly know what to do. Still, he felt content. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

While eating their last bites, Noodle asked, “how do you feel?”

“The same as always, love.”

“But it’s your 39th! You really don’t feel anything? I’m gonna feel so grown-up when I turn 15 later this year! 15 is so different from 14, which feels even more different from 13.”

Her bandmates shared a laugh, much to her confusion.

“Once you get older, kid, each day feels like the last. 38 and 39 aren’t too different compared to 15 and 14,” Murdoc replied. Noodle nodded, not exactly liking the answer she got.

Finishing his slice of cake, Murdoc placed his plate in the sink.

“Right, I’m off to the showers,” he stated. 2D and Russel shared their plans while placing their plates in the sink. Noodle wasn’t finished though, and wanted to spend more time with everyone.

“Wanna watch a movie?” she asked, giving the three her best puppy dog eyes.

“I’ve got nothin’ better to do,” 2D shrugged, before turning his attention to dishes.

Russel smiled, “of course, Noodle, I’m always down to watch movies with you.”

Murdoc ruffled her hair once again. “I’ll be down once I finish showering, alright?”

Noodle nodded before rushing off to pick a movie.

Murdoc began the walk back to his room, balloon and birthday card clutched in hand. He slammed the door and locked it before collapsing on the floor. Broken sobs escaped his mouth, unable to stop the sounds by covering his mouth. He tried to wipe his tears but his eyes were like waterworks - no use at all. He stared at the balloon in his hand. He always wanted one as a kid. His father never let him have any normal kid things.

Murdoc remembered seeing a bunch of balloons at birthday parties on TV, and how his dad slapped him when he asked for one. All that didn’t matter though, he finally had one of his own! And it was all thanks to the kid he at first thought nothing of.

Murdoc glanced and the card Noodle gifted him. He didn’t know what he would do with that girl, but he did know one thing:

She would have the best 15th birthday ever.

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